This is another addition to the series of poems entitled ‘The Same Stories – (Blessing / Outlet)‘. There wasn’t a specific song that inspired this one. However, without much searching you’ll be able to find a lyric that deals with the subject matter.

Those who search for more or endeavor to accomplish more are usually able to tell a story that relates back to parenting, childhood or most often both. Also, they can relate it to how these events shaped who they became or will become. How I’ve interacted with my mother has been a key to assessing my ‘Growth’. Not so much how we communicate but what we communicate about. One such line of conversation is the recurring topic of being a single mother and the ramifications of that scenario. The effort of trying to understand what that means to her has allowed me to … Continue reading

She walks into the room
And you’re thinking
Undress her
Undress her and bend her over the dresser
Mark the spot
Like a pirate hunting for treasure
Digging deep
Just for good measure
But you let her
Let her get down to her panties
Then you say heller
Hello
Why don’t you sit on my lap
Like it’s a piece of furniture
Looks like you’re needing a hand
And mine do more and do better
She laughs at the joke
But that’s how you will get her
Get her to sit with legs in the middle
Hands on her stomach
Teasing her about teasing her
But only a little
And you place them
On the back of her neck
To remind her you have lips too
And they come with that softness that lips do
Fingers on her spine
Use two
But then give her that pain
She’s used to… Continue reading

Tell her
Tell her
You love her
She’s more than a lover
You want children
And you would love it
If she was the mother

Tell her
Tell her
The day that you met her
Her touch was like feather
Waiting for a bed
So you could finally
Consummate being together

Sounds nice
Sounds like
Love at first sight
She shed tears
That first night
Only months away
From your first fight
When you were both like
“You’re wrong
And I’m more right.”
Meaning I understand where you’re coming from
But you’re not hearing my side of the argument
So I won’t listen to anything you’re saying.
Leaving an open sentence
With a closed thought
Her last words might be like
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore;
You’re an ass.”
Sounds right
And at first light
You both can’t move
Function
So you start talking
With the intention … Continue reading

First it was the clothes he wears
Then it was the way he combs his hair
So he trimmed his beard
And burned his gear
Now he’s broke
Bald and naked
With the only thing left is his soul to bare
You can see it in his eyes
Now it’s the chill in his glare
So they fear
Put him behind bars
Look how they stare
Outside looking in
Because I don’t come from here
But I’m subjected to it
So I care
I know these streets
They aren’t familiar to you
So I’ll do my best to take you there
Remember now this is about the clothes he wears
But let’s change the rhyme a little
So I can say
They see him everyday
This road he travels
Dirt
No cement
No gravel
Always with the rabble
Journeying from one pond to a puddle
The only thing in his … Continue reading

I dread the day
Strange thing to say
Forgetting it was May
If it was July
It would be
You lie
You lie
You lie
You lie like a donkey fly
Words from my past that make me smile
Calm my nerves
What some use liquor for
Some use herbs
I use words
To say
I dread the day
When all I’ve planned
Falls through the bottomless basket
Ceremoniously into a casket
And I hear the naysayers at the funeral
“What’s good playa playa?”
Greeting from a distance
But up close
I see their pleasure strain
At the seams of a fake smile
For instance
Gloating
Bile
Rising
I dread the day
I lose all I’ve gained
All that water
Collected from
All that rain
Leaving behind a mind
Drowning
Because the body will never make it to Spain
I dread the day
When I put my pen on the … Continue reading