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So many ways to cook a potato.I put my fork in it. I’m done.So many feelings to undress.So many takes to deliver.Ready for a mealand dealt a sliver.Famished, unhampered,to end the starvation.Loving the processwhile doubting my faith in this nation.

Frustration rings,you didn’t sing,I told it all out first.You took my time,and pled no crime,because of youand your design. I’ve kept my worthfully in tact,your jig is upI didn’t act. You hardly care,lost in despair,to look for bits of truth. It’s for the best,I carry my chest,but I’ll miss the hopeno lest.

There’s so much fakeness,I’m starting to doubt what’s real.To see someone clothed and smilingsimply feels surreal. We’ve evolved from snakeoil through photoshopto filled up lips and one stop shops,and so many say the jig is upthen they join the crowd with a custombut everyone else is doing it,and there’s no where else to find this,and…

Would you ever give us the time of dayif your camera wasn’t here?The crowd is now half emptyfrom the fakeness that you smearall over the wallsof the world wide web,all over the mirrorof your depraved creative shed.

Love moves forward in all ways,always,climbing up the mountains,smiling at the peaks,honoring the seconds,honoring the weak.

It’s curious to see how managersjerk each-other’s chains,some interactionsleaving the rest deranged. Unphased,the rest work without restlest they give themselves the chance,because what is praiseamidst the chemical romance?

My worth isn’t clear to you.Is yours to you?I’ve fought for our love to shinebut you can’t see me too. Offended by my body’s nature,as if it’s up to me,well I’m offended by how you seeand how the love you claimdeceives –the reality of our differences,the way we respect one another,the truth that has always…

Birds, birds, birds.Why do they fly?Weeks pass bywithout a need to cry.Sun veils lift the moon,the horizon ever growingtrue steps always showingfor a heart that is open.

Water drips down the sidewalkof bags drenched in decay,dismay,delay,we prayfor cleaner days.

Aftershocks,reverberations of revolutionsand resolutionsand hesitations, left unstopped. Untopped it pours,spilling onto the counter,off the counter,onto the floor. The puddle shakingdrops floppingout and in,out and in. The dust settling into mandalic patterns,disturbed with each breathof a mind that didn’t pauseto catch it’s breath.

Storm winds welcome rain,upending time once again.A moment coming for our souls to bear. Do we preparefor pains to come? Do we relish the peace time,and cherish the sun?The mistaken will fall,tripping on their own thin skin,while the clear of mindwill continueto begin.

It feels like things are coming together,just so they can fall apart.I’d like to think the pain is done,but I know the change is no reruns. What’s to come is to be told,the same old same has gotten old.No need to repeat,no need to double down,no need to regret,no need for fake frowns. If what’s…

Close to bear,smiles not stares,the density breathes,the detritus leavesclear the streetsas the spring upheavesscenes of green.The rain fogs over,yet nobody cares,dancing naked in the rainwithout a glare. The noise is silent,an ever present roar,with everything a block awayhow could one want more?The city never sleepsand the streets could eat your soul,but pay the tolls and…

Worn down floors,funny water pressure,miscellaneous issues.I definitely didn’t pick out anything fancy.But it’s not falling apart at the seams,and it puts me where I want to be.New York.

Sparks fly,I got the magic in me,people want to knowwhat I can see,to make it realto make a dealto clarifyto make a meal.

What do you want to know?I don’t need no introduction,No label does me justice,no justice needs to label. Am I –that privileged white male,raised too good,a pawn of the systemand our capitalist hell? Am I –an overeducated nerd,three years ahead,thirsting for knowledge,dissecting every word. Am I –A football jock or flamboyant cheerleader,a follower, or a…

Feelings where I do not feeljust so I can make a meal.Filling yet I am not filled,mistaken to make a deal. I hold every blade of grassas if it could be my four leaf clover.I’m stuck between myself and youover and over.

Options on the tablecharcuterie to choose,tastes to explorewith nothing real to lose. All playing each otherto get our cards right,All striving for somethingto end each night.

I’ve been asked to speak louder,How loud should I go?I don’t know what my voice sounds like.I don’t know how loud it can go. It’s not that I’m afraid, to say these words,it’s that I feel fear, when I say my words.You see truth hurts when you feel cursedto speak what you perceive.No I don’t…

Brain bleedsuncongealed,left out on the pavement. Spoke too soon,uncaged,I didn’t hate it. Unbeknownst to me,I couldn’t see,how far I have come. Brain healsrecongealedleft out in the sun.

Every chance comes in windows,Are you ready for the dip? Sip, sip.Life’s a trip.Are you worried that you’ll slip? Each leap of faithis aptly named,but will you do your bit? Nothing comes easy,the elder ones tell.Their time may be dyingbut some live it well.Each chance that we takeis a mistake if we don’t. So what…

What games we play,this conscious thing,to blur the linesof what’s in betweenleft and rightup and downin and outall around. Orthogonal dimensionlesswindowslesspanes. Time tickscircularnowhere. Upstairs the neighbor raps his cane on the floor,the faucet turns on after the water flushes,I wash my hands too.

The light is on,I’ve gone to sleep.I weep no more,the door is theirs.There is no more,for me to say.The light is on,I’ve gone to sleep.

Opportunities arise, my demise,to choose what can’t be known.It’s all so old, the story untold,to playback with each new breath. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong,to ask what is not here,so I decline ninetimes out of ten,because here is where I begin. It’s not to sayI don’t dream and wake,but to know too…

I don’t know what to write right now. I’d say that’s pretty good. It’s been some days since I’ve felt left out,unwanted,misunderstood. See, I’ve been coming together.I’ve been being me.I’ve been taken care of, and,I’ve been taking care of. The stress, the fire, I’ve snuffed it out.Now peace of mind has come about face,a face…

sunshine,food, music, quality time.a lowbrow stab to make a rhyme.a goofy quip,a sunset dip,an aimless adventurewith you by my hip.

Soon.All things come to an end,that’s where they begain.

Another day begets my pains,if I can call them that,they’re all the sameas is my aim,so these friends are my gains. Today I choose to loose the noose.Today I choose to smile.It might stir painto raise these cheeks,to move the mouthand bare my teeth. It’s all so old,I know it well.I break the curseto cast…

You know that despairas you turn to look home?Grief in your bonesand dust in your hair.It doesn’t matterif you’re here or there,It doesn’t matterif you think it’s unfair. You can’t outrunwhat you can’t outlast,you can’t undowhat you won’t fast. The choice is yoursto do hard things,to go in the directionwhere you hear truth ring.

If you focus on the patriarchsyou forget about the brotherhood,the good in men that waits to bendfor chaos or good day. The love is always present,wounded to no end,this vibe we’ve gotis naught but rot,The Man is no friend. We’d like to blame them all,me myself included,but absolutescause no grace,they only bring seclusion. If we…

I feel the doubt creeping in,my prayer ongoingwithout amenfor fog to liftonce again. The wounds undyingthe pain subsidinguntil clarity comes,amen.

They say wisdom is rarely commonand what’s common is rarely wise,well I advise that you decidethe customs by whichyou will by abide. There’s too much noise in the air,too much fire in your stare,too much wisdom to preach,and too many aims to reach. It doesn’t happen overnight,to discover what’s wise to you,but your truth lies…

I’m not a performative personbut I love to share things raw,caught between the truth and you- the tension in my jaw -unwinds and winches,back and forth it clenchestrying to find what to say to you,- my friend.If I make a mistake,can we make amends?With a poem on stageand a mic in hand, or stand,there’s nothing…

Self-sacrifice knows no rival,you’d give it all for me,the painful workso I could bethe man you always saw in me. I never know when to expect ityet the dots always seem to click,when I open upthere’s always a chancethat you will share a bit. I want to see you smilewithout reason or cause,because you deserveall…

You took a drink of waterfrom the well which we share,I drink for whichI respect your piece,there are no words you need to tell. I know that you can see it,the glow I slowly foster.That the son you lovebecame a manin more ways than you could shell. You’ve always been my allyand wanted what was…

They say an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,and I’ve waited too longI need two pounds, I’m sure.I’ve put the bandaids on,gauze on the wound,I keep on runningfrom what’ll catch me soon.I put the rearview onas I’m losing controland the radio songcarries me along.The trees fall to grass,the past not meant to…

In wanting everythingwe dilute the importanceof thing.For you, for me, for everybody.You want what they have,well,let ’em have it.Because you didn’t bakewhat came out their oven. I said get your handsout the dang cookie jar! You’re spoilt like the milkthat you weren’t ready to drink. Wash your hands at the sinkyou’ll seeyou wantone thing.

We love finding new wordsdescribing the same thingsof old ways,fiddling with our fingertipsto untangle the haze. Storytellers at heart,what story do you tell?If most of you is to consumewhat is story to you? We’ve proliferated like profiteroles,too sweet for our good judgement.“If you’d like” and “please you may”root causes of decay. What story do you…

I wake up most daysyou’re somewhere in my mindI look around,you’re nowhere to find.I step outsideto breathe the airand get lost lookingin a thousand yard stare[c]This could be,the one true story.Living lifewithout no worries.This could bethe one true storyfinding outwhat it means to meI’ve gotta livewith the life in front of me,to find the joybeneath…

Right now I am in a phaseof rest, recomposition.Latent strengthsnewly foundin the abyssof omission. How am I feeling? I am feeling it all.To ascribe one emotionwould be folly,a fall. I don’t know what to makeof what is yet to come.All I knowin this moment nowis that each dayI become. What I am meant to be,what…

I write for myselfand share,for those who come after.

Overthinkingevery step I take.A mistake to makeor a pace with grace? Afraid of the consequencesof pasts unforgotten.Afraid to relivewhat left me rotten. Misdoing my presentsavoiding my presencehiding,rewinding,forgettingexistence. I strive to riseI rise to thrive,I thrive to jiveand jive to die. Could this stepbe the one that sets me free,could choosing freedombe the only step for…

When you deny your presenceyour presence denies me, because I becomewhat you decry,a martyrfor your presents.

Sometimes I feel likea tragedy need befall mefor othersto seeme. In come the thoughtsof my own misadventure,then comes the lovephantasmalthirst quencher. Independent to a fault,uplifted by your sound,and when push comes to shoveI find the firm ground. Only alonedo the true tears shed,just enough to find peacebefore I bed.

Entrenched mediocrity. Why do I stare at perfection?If everything was left for dead would I see my own reflection?A million parts to fall apart, we build our own problems,when we define what we design in the fire of desire.Some say we once had it all, it wasn’t enough,now we’re driven oh so mad, sad strung…

Easy goes, the wind dropsthrough the floorshaking every foundation,door to door. What is good enough?To keep us warm when we are poor.What is just enough?To keep us fed, not one bite more. The world abounds about us,with songs of birds.The songs that die when we decryin wants of more. The mind will feedon every drop,a…

Back in the saddleeverything’s different,but nothing has changed,ingrained in the membraneto go against the grain. Showing up firstwhere I’m not the outcast,sleeper cellcould get it right,I’m here to outlast. Don’t need to worry about fitting in,Don’t need to worry about where to begin,because I’m the freebird,I’m welcome here,I’m my own big birdto bring me cheer.

I used to smoke weedat least 10 times a day.Before breakfast, with my breakfast,all to the endof my dismay. I spent 4 stacksin twenty eighteenjust to get my fill,I bought more bulkfor all my fiendsand smokedthrough all the deals. Some have to bag to make a life,mine I had to save,cause life’s a strifewhen you’re…

Fading,the ghost of what was once fulfillinghaunting,slips through my fingerslike the grains of rice I could be eating. Overcommitted,yet the debts all paidand I’m repeating the painsall the same. It doesn’t give me joy no moreto give them what I needed,because what I needis changing seasons,and I know I’ve passed my torch. I trust in…

Ow,my body acheswith every quakeof earth and dustdoing what I mustto be,who you needfor what you bleed,do you know we bleed the same? My life is gone,my voice a song,that I forget to breathe. The time has passed,I rest at last,without you next to me.