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Rise Up

...If I don't slow down I may miss what my path is.
So I think I'll slow down and maybe let him kiss.
My lips and i don't mean the ones on my face
No longer will beg for him to stay just in case
Som...

Categories: head game, 4th grade, abuse, addiction,
Form: Rhyme

Golf's a Head Game

...In a rut
                      No but
                 Make your putt...

Categories: head game, golf, psychological, success,
Form: Senryu

She Told Me What She Wanted Without the Head Game

..."SHE TOLD ME WHAT SHE 
WANTED WITHOUT THE HEAD GAME"


I poured myself a drink. 
I lit my cigar and hit the machine. 
after I finished with the poem, 
I sent it over to Janine. 
she read it a...

Categories: head game, creation, loss, love hurts,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Thought Impregnated

...Mental foreplay

In five, four, three

two, one and 

three quarters...

Take over your mind

like an anticipated

blast off.

Lay in your cerebellum

Your thoughts known

Your hear...

Categories: head game, desire,
Form: Free verse

Pistol Ready 2

...Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
...

Categories: head game, humorous, life, men, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme

Im Not Ready But Yet I Want It

...Laying side by side in the bed

bodies couldnt get any closer

his arms wrapped around me

as we pillow talked for hours

suddenly I feel his fingertips

    up and down my back

Im starting to get t...

Categories: head game, romance, me, me,
Form: Narrative

Death Pt 1

...The old man turned his head, his ear pointing towards the door. Through the mundane sounds of everyday life he heard a faint song. It wasn’t clear, barley noticeable but the music was there playing g...

Categories: head game, death, faith, day, death,
Form: Ballad

Why I Occupy

...There is a head game
that none of us wants but
it's there anyway.

There is a head game
that interferes with what we are trying
(in all of our fumbling ineptitude) to say.

There is a head game
that ...

Categories: head game, love,
Form: Rhyme