She was more than familiar
with heart times, extremely
grateful for her breaths
wherever she happened to be
she stood her ground and
fought hard until their deaths
bared and held down
by something ugly, leaving
restrictions on her heart
she beat down her lovers
until what was heartly built
had all fallen apart
again
It was a clusterfuck
of loneliness,
infidelity and pain
and he is the product
of that jumbled anomaly,
a rubbed in forever stain
They all got trapped in concrete wombs,
stuck in their childhood clothes
like stop signs in the street
unable to flip their time, rolling
over dead, unable to stand
on their own two feet
what a failed life, mother’s
heads still hanging down low basking
their necks in the Father’s shame
dead corpses lay stale on benches,
while others lay lifeless
on top of hop scotch games
hot peas and butter please,
they hope to feast, but
only in their dreams
got the sandman running crazy
at night delivering fresh nightmares
to hungry men, just follow the steam
amoungst them, the next
generation laugh and play
in hoods of a ghost town
while two generations before,
who lived and learned look
from their windows and frown
His eyes said it all before he did,
posing hard with a melting smirk sliding
off to the side of his face
known to be more dangersome than
the average goon who had many
young dudes blasted out of space
Standing up tall
holding up wall
his aroma filled with Street’s
his spur rocked hard
making rigid egos limp
and crazily cry weak
he already tried to get away,
every few years he remarried
because he loved Her
to no avail, he is where he was
remade over, born again thug
baptized in the gutter
I hate myself this morning,
hate my eyes, hate my beard,
hate my nose
I hate the way I smell and
hate that I have to wear
these dreary black clothes
feeling like the world owes me
an apology for the way its been
treating me lately, being so crude
as if no one knows who I am; a
gentleman, a scholar,
so proudly prude
and eventhough my esteem
drags and sweeps
my living room floor
I’ll still prepare and coach myself
to smile, looking my best
walkIng out the door
She twirled and rolled under the club strobe lights
all along pretending to be in the arms of God, she wanted to be reclaimed
she wished for her innocence to be renewed and who she really was
on the inside to be worth more than what she was nicknamed
she was tired of strange faces and the Beast nipping on her heels, she needed to be rededicated
her money was fast and life had become even more complicated
when the final call announced, lights went dark and the noise deceased
she begged for forgiveness and for God to rest her soul in peace
Amen
From the inside out, he was a young man who at every glance was turning old
and watched the world spin and sporadically exhaled on glass just see how cold
his mama made him, believing he was the second coming and kept him mentally equipped with holy water and things, for all the sinners
but his intense observations from inside out made him realize that there were no winners
we were all losers; losing our religion, lost hope and losing our lives
from the inside out no one is safe from this cold world that continues to make us cry
His happiness slowly dripped down the wall readily racing a tear to the floor, the pain hadn’t fully dried
His right and wrong decisions teetered like a metronome as he watched with both of his hands tied
He had given up on Hope, who on the other side of the door was desperate and so was her knock
The steady sound of the tick and tock forced his wits to lock while the rapid fire of hard times sent his heavy heart into shock
We were easily seen by the stream that lead to our hung over clouds
harmonizing freely in thought with all affectation being dissallowed
We packed like diametrical wolves, basking early in the Sun’s morning rise
preparing our mental surfboards, awaiting gingerly for the next high tide, to rise
We wanted out, away from Real Life in order to retain our real
exiled away, off to Oblivion without the pain of feel
He held on tight with his back pinned to the wall as his insides swirled to the core
chaos had already stolen half his brain and its canons boomed big at his door
Life was at the controls pulling levers, pushing buttons then
the room slid in slight reverse and was ready to go forward for another spin
his prayers and answers feathered around wishing to be accepted and claimed
the fear of the ground fell on his heart so hard that he had forgotten to call on His name
