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Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in '85, with 'We Are The World',
he was dead wrong,
when he wrote the lyric
to the song,
as, from sea to shining sea,
on this globe there is much more,
than only that there north American shore.
Yet, Billie Jean (not his lover) was just a girl
who claims that he is the one,
and Bubbles brought on many troubles,
but the chimp is not his son.
She sees but black.
He sees only white.
She sees the day.
He sees the night.
Both firmly convinced
without any doubt
that the other knows nothing
of what they're talking about.
She will not bend.
Neither will he.
She says, "It Is."
He says, "It can't be."
Both are stubborn as mules.
Both do remain strong
for only one can be right
and the other, dead wrong.
Two hearts that once loved,
now distant and weak.
Differences unsolved
they no longer speak.
How can two walk together
unless they agree?
Their pride kept intact
as they both are set free.
Now aged, looking back
'cross the shadowy years,
she can only recall
his face, through her tears.
As his memory now finds her
still there in his heart,
and neither remembers
why they grew apart.
She saw only black.
He saw only white.
She said, "You are wrong."
He insisted, "I'm right."
Both went separate ways.
Now, too late, comes the doubt
as they wonder… "What was it
that we argued about?"
Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”
gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood
lighting up the banked track against the texas outlaws
gloria keep telling shirley hardman she be dead wrong
stop your mean ways shirley girl stop beating on honey
baby she say to me could I get her a soda and peanuts
the crowd be all noisy tonight and I can smell hot dogs
the people here they be rowdy and angry they scream
cuss words eating greasy onion rings and drinking beer
my gloria she be saying only one skater be her top hero
I says who and she smiles and say it be honey sanchez—
skater dragon lady at 18th and grand in her ripe beauty
Years before today, I dreamed -
of walking amongst titans.
I pushed, and I ran, and I signed;
I trained, and one day I got it.
Today, and for many days before,
I've walked amongst those titans -
and I find them not only unequal
to the title, but indeed far lesser.
Soon, but never soon enough,
that walk comes to an end.
And I dream now of new titans,
of a new walk - next to an old one.
Many near me try to scare us,
try yet to claim the title;
saying that no others "outside"
can live up to it, surely.
Most ears don't heed their words,
knowing the false bravado behind.
Mine are already listening elsewhere,
tuned to other words and other steps.
A few days past I heard some I'd missed:
the drum beat in the swing of a hammer,
mirth exchanged between workers,
instead of hatred; and "great job - thank you".
I was dead wrong headed into this,
and it's almost time for the remedy.
A few more miles, and I can trade
work boots for these worn marching ones.
I already had my dream, already
walked amongst the true titans -
and to my shame never knew it.
But I was one once, and will be again.
A Halloween party on Zoom
Wouldn’t be too much fun, you’d assume
But you would be dead wrong
For I boogied along
With my daughter in our living room.
All the Zoomers wore costumes and danced
And the camera had each one enhanced
To fill up the whole screen
So each person was seen
As she shimmied; I watched it, entranced.
Every song had a danceable beat
Meant to get people up on their feet.
Some were Halloween themed
With the choices, it seemed,
Leaning less on the trick, more the treat.
Since participants can’t meet for real,
Zoom has obvious proxy appeal
And this special needs group
Got to boogie and whoop
With the joy every square did reveal.
8/8/17
You're dead wrong if you think you're superior
And that all others are inferior
I'll break through your exterior
Getting to the interior
No longer do I think of it as odd
You're dead wrong if you think you're a god
There are much bigger things going on
Than religion since the dawn
Of it all, in this very universe and beyond
You're dead wrong if you think your **** don't stink
Better rethink
Regardless of if you have to put down the drink
It all will sync
Or there may still be a missing link
Considering that new things come and go, whether tall or small
You're dead wrong if you think you know it all
Such gall and logic leaves me appalled
You do realize that you may fall
And that your name will not always be called
At two AM in the morning, I had to go.
I got in my car, and turned on the radio.
The news was important early Wednesday morning.
Unbelievable words hit me without warning.
The message came as a shocking surprise.
Could I believe my ears and eyes?
This item was something without any precedent.
A politically-inexperienced man was elected President.
It's questionable by many if this man would belong.
Were all the political pundits out there dead wrong?
The polls before election said he would lose.
However, this was the candidate the majority would choose.
Well, we are stuck with him for the next four years.
I hope we all will not be shedding tears.
She was a force to be reckoned with, outgoing, delightfully assertive, powerful, well-respected.
Her business was human resources.
She was the company expert. We could not have functioned without her.
She matched people to careers as smoothly as seven minute icing goes onto a cake.
She had a reputation as the go-to-person for any and every relationship dilemma we could throw her way, and we threw them all to her.
She caught them and laughed, making mincemeat of them.
She was loving and caring, a brick in the company.
She kept things together.
She kept the peace,
She kept dendrite records that made the paper ones look feeble.
She would do anything to help you, and with the most positive attitude in the world.
She enthusiastically restored hope in people who felt helpless.
She taught people how to be resilient.
She never burdened us with her problems.
She did not talk about herself.
She left them at home.
With her gun,
And her
Bullets
And her
Plans.
A woman
Alone.
Not even
A cat.
She thought we could easily replace her,
But she was dead wrong.
Living to die shedding these tears
look at all the pain I felt threw the years
I look at my peers a lot of em gone
I'm a christian but a lot of what I did was dead wrong
this hear is a dead song and thats truthfully speaking
I remember the days I had no where to stay
I was crying to God and my eyes was literally leaking
Christ is what I'm spiritually seeking
but sometimes he seems so outta reach
I wanna teach but I still gotta be taught
all the crimes I did I was only locked up for one
am I lying to myself when I say love is what I want
damn!
now it's back to the writtens
another prayer for my niggas doing life sentences
I'm doing this lyrical spitt for a reason
so let me make this pen bleed
shed a couple tears for my seed
I make this promise to my son
I'll never you alone in this cold @$$ world
THAT'S MY WORD
I used to think…
That what we have here….
Had a meaning behind it.
I used to believe….
That you were the one,
I gave up everything for….
You were the one,
I made my everything….
I cherished the ground you walked on,
Your face, I placed a smile upon.
Your tears, I wiped away…
I was the one, who encouraged you to pray.
But what happened?
I learned the truth about you.
I learn about who you really are….
You’re not my shooting star….
I’m not your world….
I’m just the ottoman under your feet…
I’m nothing more than a stepping stone to you….
Nothing more….
Than some window of opportunity…
You never cared about me….
You only wanted what you couldn’t get from others….
You wanted someone to change….
You wanted me to be something I’m not….
I became a soulless puppet,
Moving when you say so.
Then when you’re done with the strings,
You’d toss me on the floor,
And walk out the door.
I can’t take it anymore….
I used to think….
You were the love of my life,
My heart, my soul,
My everything and my pride…
But I came to realize,
It was nothing but lies….
I….
Was a fool….
To think that this would last….
To think that you,
Were over your past.
I used to think that you completed me,
But you showed me that you don’t….
My heart was filled with frustration,
Victimization….
Decimation….
While you conducted your brutalization.
Your definition of love,
Is way different than mine…
You think money can buy happiness…
Business life can take away stress….
Cars, clothes, and all….
Materialism will be your downfall….
You should’ve been more grateful.
I used to think you were the one….
But I see now….
I was dead wrong.