what it be, peoples. you, some of us forget out good being positive is. too bad tha kid aint feelin it right now. but i'll be aight. it's been a difficult month for me cause this is tha month my moms was born and it's been about 3 years. this month has always hit me the hardest. i'm also goin through this new writing phase that's creepin me out. i'm not a spoken word artist, but i keep writin the spoken word type poems. i'm not sure what to take from it. my editing group says it's great, but i'm just not convinced. a friend as me if i was scared of thinking that i'm as good as everyone thinks i am. i'm sarcastic, but not conceited. i'm not really sure where my poems take me nowadays. i want to believe i'm writing the same way as before, but it just doesnt feel like me to me. if you can get that. anyway.....ENJOY!!!!


i'm forced to face the inebriation
like a race,
brain moving rapidly
as my heart's metronome similar to a turtle,
yet, with outstretched arms,
you confide a security
like a blanket for a child
enriched with all the necessary germs and warmth,
humming the resonance of the memories
of a safe haven,
dear lady,
pacify my mistakes
and make me feel
like a man by making me
feel like the child i am
on the inside
that never got the chance
to play growing up,
and though vulnerable,
i can feel her eyes tip toe around the corner
checking on me
before she comes back with a tall glass of love
and i embrace it with two hands
as if it's too much for me to handle
as i nestle against her bosom,
from here,
i can see the inequality of believing in
men and women
being treated one in the same
and women having the slight edge
in the greater sex,
but truthfully,
could never be like this
because this could only happen
between a man and a woman,
because no two women could feel this way
and it's not about penis
or the nature of love,
but more so
about the absence of
the psychotic sense of entitlement
that stands in the way of women,
and it's not that i can't or refuse
to follow instuctions
and sensitivity,
but it's hard to do right by someone
who loves you regardless,
forgive my wayward distinctions
as if you knew i knew better
but understood that i couldn't help myself
and realize it's punishment enough that
i have to live everyday
knowing the fact
that i hurt you in a way
that a blade or pointy object could not render to,
your touch is like a golden passage
that turns all things wrong
into all things right,
especially when you hand me
a warm cup of clarity
on sober nights
that seems to overfill
the love i already had for you,
already in a containment
of the mix-matched stereotypes
and odd standards
and whispers of rumors
and you should've left a long time ago
from the unattained eyes,
i may lie to you,
but it will be o protect you
from the words
that may very well
kill a piece of me
that only you can mend
and without you,
it will never function,
therefore i will not function,
so please love,
wash my sorry's and stories
down the drain,
rinse out the disdain flavor
of lost faith and derisive wishes
so i can say i'll never do it again
and hope
pray,
and wish it was true
past the moment
it fell from my lips,
just like your welling eyes
wishing to believe it as well,
pour me a cup of you,
pour me a cup of soul

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly