I’m a genius in fool’s clothing
Loathing the world
As it corrupts
Everything I care about
Remembering a decade ago
When we were getting buried
For talking about the changes
That need to be made
To make the world a better place
They called it the underground
That authentic sound
The real
The deep
Shit
That they dug up
Throw it into pop culture
The kind of stench you can’t avoid
But you want to forget
So you talk to your therapist
Count to ten
Deep breaths
The scent makes you wretch
Now you’re diagnosed with illness
Stretched
Out in a hospital bed
Waking from the dead
With your eyes open
Looking around you
Seeing all the sickness
And that’s when you ask for the morphine
So you can lose yourself
And have the scene fade away
Sated
Filled with all you could take
You wake in your home
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
So I beheld her
After she allowed me to hold her
Permission to get bolder
So I told her
It had something to do with her right shoulder
Smile
I earned one
That superficial thing that
Made me want to know her
Burn away all the weeds
That would try to choke her
Buy her a choker
Necklace
Quiet voice speaking up
Saying move slower
The other side responds with
You were being so romantic
You’re so boring when you think over
The nuance of her speech
The depth they never reached
Is it a product of now
Or a result of those before you
That presented themselves before her
That feel akin to love
Creeping into you
But now you’re wondering
If you really want to know her
Hold her
So I held her
And the beauty that I felt
Erased … Continue reading

If you engage with me I will return the energy. This was a piece based on such an interaction. With positive – or negative – feedback towards anything that I create I will give back to you the reader as much as I can. In that spirit the theme for this piece was provided by @imjjfabulous.

Grown ups
Stella was one of them
Stella had a friend
Made up
“Stella is just pretend.”
Said the person on the other end
Break
She wouldn’t come near to a bend
Herself she would always defend
Grown up
Feeling like childhood all over again
Where the story of Stella began
Where they caught her
Whenever she ran
All she remembers
Was the size of those hands
Striking a lady
Stella always thinking
“Fight back!”
The lady replies
“I don’t think that I can.”
And that’s how she first remembers a man
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I’m almost out
And I can’t go back
Can’t go back…

Back to when I was
Rocking those Kangol hats
When I lost my hair
It may never grow back

I had one foot in
I had one foot out
Smelled rats in the place
So I had my doubts
Good kid
Fad city
Let me see what this life was all about
I tried
I lied
And it hurt my mouth
Told the doc my brain was damaged
And he sent me elsewhere
So I could talk it out
Back and forth with my mother
All we heard were screams and shouts
Is this all this life was all about
I had my doubts

I’m almost out
And I can’t go back
Can’t go back…

Back to when I was
Trapped and the sun was hot
Went for my money
And I may never make it back

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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