Tuesday, August 03, 2010

~Watchers Of The Predictable~

He was a train wreck.
Too busy with life,
Too busy with her.
He had alot to say,
But couldn't find the words.
Intoxicated through his tongue.
Choked, and confused.
Rushed, and worthless...

To say the least.

He'd been touched,
Lost a friend,
Gave a speech,
Switched jobs,
Lost himself along the way,
And cursed the ones he loved.

Steal a ring that was given in time,
And miss a curse that was meant for you.
Cry because he "wasn't the one"...

Forget the love he had,
Forget the times he shared,
And forget everything he did.

Turn your eyes, and blame him.
Spit on his name, and pass out curses among your friends...
A comodity among the blameless.
But God so easy...
Be easy.

And as much as he can't admit it,
He's broken.
Break this!
So predictable.
"He wasn't predictable until now".
He's become predictable now.
So, So very predictable.

NOW WATCH!!....
Never evert your eyes...
Never look away...
As we try to prove what he'll do next.

Now what will he do next?



(It's been over a year since my last post.. And it wasn't even my words.
I've had a fit of a time recently. I've lost alot of things I've been so proud to have. Ever since my grandfather died for some reason I've lost the will to write. And I can't seem to fully get it back. I get so busy with life and meaningless things. and although I have spent over 2-3 months making this last poem, honestly... it sucks when I read it. I can't seem to find what I had 4 years ago. What made it so easy to write poetry that didn't suck. I would love this to be another congrats speech about how well I've been doing, and how I've had this site for so long. but honestly I can't try to fool myself like that. I guess I can say. grats to another year. I'm sorry It's been so late, few, and far between. I hope ya'll (or you.. how ever many people read this site, if any) aren't as dissapointed at this as I am.)

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

~Blame It On You~

She was a friend of me who soon became the enemy . my heart said
it was meant to be . cold sweats and nightmares of killing her for breaking thee .
vow to be won from corruption of adultery . praying at night these days I'll
ever see through . who knew this gal was out to get me for yams . having
dreams of her scams . professed before I had advanced . delirious kisses of
deception was my justified stance . ignorance in self-contained disobedient hands .
infatuations claimed true in definition of this . female relation contradicted with my
standards for miss . witness the hand of God begin the visions progress . as
vengeance for all my pain grew deep in my flesh . decisions to sever contact
of distraught and distress . no less then fullness tribulated to bless .
found peace and release from the grip of distress . the culprit responsible found
to be the likeness of me . in terms of images I blame this on self . for not protecting
my affections from seductions of Hell . her spell had me bound like bank tellers
and hostages . smell had me fooled like designer female imposture sense .
why does it happen to the best of God's men . we fall from desires of fruit
that's been forbidden . from beginning of time we been blamin' the women .
it ain't their fault that they're fine . we need to wait 'till It's given .

I blame it on you . Take the blame from me . if you were in my shoes . You'd
do the same to me . the repercussions I felt . from the hand that was dealt .
I done used up all my aces but our faces need help .

Feelin' remorse from divorce . Let'n nature take It's ugly course . catapulting two
people in love to insulting . I wish I never met you . baby doll compliance . Join
the concubine . jagged like a porcupine . Alliance . in reliance on self . Searching
for my Keebler elf . in trees on the wrong side of the woods . and that's no good .
dancing earnestly with former spit . swearing up and down that she lagit' .
aint knowing this lighteningbolts and storms about to hit . when I made them vows .
I heard the screams I saw the clouds . made no mind . ignoring all the warning
signs . from top to bottom of my free man . monkeying around day dream believer .
believing in happiness forever . mind was scrappiness from unclever and unclear . temporarily brain-dead sank my teeth in the poison cornbread of a big head .
we were wove in . then we dove in . the water rose above our heads . that's when
The flesh came to life . And the spirit metamorphed to dead . she killed me softer
then a refugee . and made sure what not left of me . bamboozled by my free man .
from united into one . Through a process labeled marriage . until less then half
a man seemed established in a baby carriage . Peering out of struggle .
responsibilities to juggle . I find it funny . pay no matter to scoff about or chuckle .
beneath my stature I'm superman with no terry hatcher . I stand alone this time .
give in the Lord my heart to capture .

I blame it on you . Take the blame from me . if you was in my shoes . You'd do the same to me . the repercussions I felt . from the hand that was dealt . I done used up all my aces . but our faces need help .