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In case I never write another poem again,
here's what I've been thinking
I've had a rough time wrestling
with the rigid grooves inside
my red hard, head -
heading nowhere really,
getting no place clearly,
drearily coming to a head -
where spine meets brain
and runs its creviced terrain
it spent too many hours of my life
building.
Beautiful though, isn't it?
All of it keeping life running -
lungs breathing,
heart beating,
cells feeding
on the energy it never wastes.
Wasteful to waste such a masterful design
isn't it?
A little tasteless.
Wouldn't it be
tragic
to leave this life behind -
an existence no mind can hide,
but mine cannot imagine,
stuck in the sulci canyons
I created nine years ago.
We don't talk about nine years ago,
me and my sulking sulci posse,
not about the days
when he-who-shall-not-be-named
sent the grim reaper out to play with my heart.
Yeah, let that sit in for a second.
Every heart knows what that feels like.
Guess mine couldn't take the strike,
the jab,
the stab in the back
to a heart ripe with frozen spite,
full of incredible credible lies
despite all the wisdom
rightful guided advice could bring
my psyche took a dive,
right into the fragmented canyons
where this all started.
Pardon my honesty.
I suppose all this confused pain
inside of me needs somewhere to go -
a home if you will -
somewhere to belong.
Isn't that what we all want,
after all?
Dearest Santa, my one wish may seem strange
but please do not interpret me as snide.
I wish this kindness so please do arrange
my Christmas gift of a mail order bride.
Surely she would lighten my hard work load,
help with the children and spousal demands.
She can be pretty or favor a toad
as long as it’s English she understands.
I fail domestic perfection with house,
Mom affection with little ones each day
and attending His Lordship, my own spouse,
because my to-do list stays in the way.
Again, this may seem most unorthodox
but this is me thinking outside the box.
I know that you must judge, weigh and ponder
if I was a well-behaved girl this year:
I tried leaving home for the far yonder -
my car died before even driveway clear;
I lace my morning coffee with brandy;
hide my husband’s tickets to pro baseball;
stuff chips under chairs when comes Priest Andy;
I oft ignore my children when they call;
sometimes I name dust bunnies on our floor;
sarcasm is my first go to coping tool;
I cheat at cards when adding up my score;
and June just past, I peed in a pal's pool.
I work hard without reward all day long,
so sometimes, yeah, I get this life all wrong.
I wish to remember why I am here;
recall romantic love that started all.
I could succeed if I had a wife-peer
helping with spousal gall and toddler brawls.
I want more than bathtubs layered with dirt
and stinking trash bordering on a spill.
Let someone else produce an ironed shirt
and seek deep sleep as an ambitious thrill.
I want memories of kids where I smile
and husband conversations standing still.
I seek family love to feel worthwhile
lest I seek happy docs with happy pills.
One or both of us can wed my wished bride,
just, please, Santa, in my favor decide.
I am going to write a funny poem
because all these things are getting me down
What things?
Things
Uggh
What do I ever want?
That, my friend, I already got
Lol celebrate with me, will ya?
And what is that? Pray tell
Can't tell ya
Just know that I got it
And it ain't easy
Tell you the truth
I didn't do a thing
He just gave
It's quite a surprise
Kind of shocking
Shocked me
But I am grateful, very grateful
Did I see the bottom line?
Have no idea why I say that?
But yeah the bottom line is God
- the poor Man himself
He did everything and does everything
Whenever you don't believe it
He will show it to you
Got my equal
Haha just kidding
I can never be equal to God
Who am I kidding?
He can just say "go"
and everything will disappear
So don't kidding you
Got my juncture?
What the h is that?
Don't even know why I say that
What is the juncture?
I just looked it up
And still don't know what that means
But I got it
Yeah I got it
We'll see
whether I can pass through it
I am just kidding
You bet
Now where is that funny poem?
Don't know and don't care
Get your own poem lol
Didn't someone tell you you stay up too late?
Well it's about time
You stay up too late
Didn't you say you got somewhere to go?
To the bed, will ya?
Not that bed - your bed
Gee
That's what lack of sleep will do to you
Dreamy and baloney
I can think of a few adjectives to describe you
So don't get me started
Lol
Jason had this penthouse apartment that was centrally located in Beverly Hills. He was incredibly clean, but in an overwhelming kind of way.
The carpet and stuff were spotless, the cabinets were plastic, and the paint was not chipping. I felt like I was in a Doctor’s office waiting room.
He was snoring loudly, and just at the right moment he opened his eyes.
"Ha! You are dead! This is a dream, right?"
I felt a bit offended, as I was obviously the one snoring.
"No, no!" He pointed at the clock. "It's 4AM!" (Lucky number 8!).
"You're a zombie! You're dead and you're dreaming!”
“I’m a zombie, alright!" I yawned and started to hack up zombie gore.
"Watch out!" He screamed and jumped out of the bed.
"All right, you monster! I'm dead and I'm dreaming! I'm dead and I'm dreaming!"
He chased me around the room.
"You're not dead, you're a zombie! You're a zombie, that's just what you are, a zombie, so it's a dream!" He threw up his hands. "You can't win!"
“I can't win, yeah? That’s right, I can't win. That's my luck, ha-ha!”
I hope you like midnight horror flicks." His face crinkled with confusion; the zombies smile that I was always afraid of flashing on.
"Well I didn't say I was a horror movie person. Oh, that's right, but you said, I'm dead and I'm dreaming, so that's a horror movie, right?"
I thought about it.
"Okay, I guess it's more like...like if a zombie comes to my door..."
:: 09.24.2020 ::
No regerts, yeah you read it right. No regerts has been my cretto for years. Live your life the way you want and never be ashamed of your tears.
Ignorance is bliss and says a lot about our society. When ignorance rules, the only thing worse is living in sobriety.
Wrong or right, apologies start to heal. No matter who is wrong or right when one says sorry, it starts a new deal.
Feelings that are felt, time that goes by,words that are said. No matter how hard you try, these thoughts always go through your head.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty. It will give you a perfect date. People are capable of some horrible , butt deep down they really are great.
Finding a new connection is difficult and tricky. No matter how you sift through rotten apples, it will make anyone y.
Just keep your head up and continue to live. Keep your circle small and tight and they will always be willing to give.
(Snapping fingers rhythmically) Vocalese with ease... yeah... moments… improv… Off the top, breath bubbling, a spontaneous combustion of sounds, to be boppin' the melody/
Jazz popping vocal notes of wonderment, feeling the rhyme on beat street dancing lyrics, a rhythm so intrinsic… moments... Mark Murphy... strutting... smokin’… in a vocal breeze/
No wordy rhymes here, pre-packed pronouncements, no way man Murphy just cookin'… and burnin' up … a storm of free to be spoken word jazz vocals… word up, man! the beats/
Kerouac, Phil La Mantia, Cassady, Leroi Jones, AKA Amiri Baraka, Ginsberg, howling chanting, where the poetry hip, the truth seekers, and the social consciousness of the beat generation/
Mark Murphy… workin' the groove. got the spirit of it all... a deep, deep feel/ He was in the top lineup of Jazz Singers of his day/
Not just notes, but the nuance of his body movements on stage, spoken loud/
Mark spoke to the modern hipsters of the scat vocalese jazz speak genre… Effortlessly cool, an urban bohemian... that was Mark/
in the wonderland of jazz, Mark Murphy’s Stolen Moments… real moments, always in the swing of the moment… deep in the jazz vocalese pocket... Mark Murphy lives on… in the bright moment… his Moment... are moments with Mark Murphy (Snap fingers again, fading into silence)
he won't step down from his position
to allow someone new
to be what he had stride to be
"best and known as best!"
Black Vulcan faced dicrimnation
in the cartoon world
he sought remedy
for solutions of his mistreatment
Superman once told him
" let me do my thang: and you'll get yours"
he never knew he would have to quote
that superman before those whom he wished to impress.
Zan the man of the wonder twins
wanted to date someone new
he asked Black Vulcan his opionion about
bring his freind Solia to the Justice league.
Black Vulcan told him
if the memeber of the Justice League treats your
freind like they treated mine, your in for
a rude awaking.
Zan responded yeah, but my freinds a guy,
I'm digging on Leaning on marrying him.
" a guy!" what you talking bout.
you aint melting no greaseman up in here!"
I don't know why ya'll wanna get srunk-with those husmalos anyway. You do it! said Zan you do it. I know about something you don't want me to know.
Black Vulcan told Zan why he had to
Grack on Jiggy.
He knew about me and Black Manta, he knew. And I found out they told him cause I was black.
they needed away to speak about me and gianata trying to get together
but that bytch aint got people sense much less, black people sensitivty!
Look there; see Noah's arc is going down!
N Its looking like we're all gonna drown
So what was the problem? The hefty cause?
Iceberg breach? Captain overboard?
No I wish, Noah just had too many sons
And so now the ship weighs bleeping tons
You see: Noah had SO many sons
That the bad ones ate the good ones
To make room for the bad sons to fit
(Was some proper soylent green typa bleep)
It's too heavy now, the ship's going down
We're the bad guys n we're gonna drown
Come on, shovel the water out, on your side!
It's over now, but there's still time to bide.
Yeah I know it might be in vain
N it looks like water's coming in all the same
But trying never hurt nobody at all
We got nothing to lose, I mean really nothin at all
And either way, Jesus is coming n judging tonight
So... Best look like you're at least trying to fight
Dark side warning darling...
Only sum go to the world so cold
& old the song, then along came
a girl bolder then older and she
roooolled, mother lucker.eYes.
She did.
Tart darts in hearts so smart it
tore the flesh to death & the stench
drenches you, it sent a message
in tune and I saw that ... fame.
On fire and in flames.
Flat notes on the dark side keys
ride on the sharp knifes blade
but I swayed. Played in the sky
with the dead from inside and
we rolled.eYes, we did sucker...
cum'hear and give us a kiss.
I'm up at 3am.two.SO...pucker up.
Duck.
Aunti came said a dude was near
Christ the name and boy did I
hear. That note. Vote don't joke
and play sphear for a better day,
cheer dear it's me, Sue.per duper
slant in the pants and I Pen.Too.
Dashes slashes spikes and pikes
in peaks and streaks on a grid,
lines in chime and colored rhymes
and Yeah, she's a reap.er too kid.
in black. Kitty Cat.Qi.***** is back.
Dark Energy And Ready.
are you read;ng...
MEOW.M&M. I met the Kool.Aid man.
On the HiCs
~an experiment with a new 'form'
for me, kinda. INspired by a fave
artist, Eminem. YES, I like him.
Form:
She slithered from the jungle in a Vera Wang sarong
Like some wicked juju temptress with no sense of right or wrong.
I remember how it thrilled me,
Oh yeah, when she shimmied in the buff;
And that first time she let loose, I thought I’d never get enough.
She hid a wealth of smuggled goods among her cargo.
I was cornered and defenseless; she was turning on the tease.
Then she wrapped her legs around me in an anaconda squeeze.
She had something sweet to teach me,
Oh yeah, more than modesty allowed.
So I poured a gin and tonic and I let myself get plowed.
She dealt in contraband delights with no embargo.
She was primitive and deadly. I was curious and young,
Groping hesitant, yet eager, heart to heart and tongue to tongue.
I plunged headlong with abandon,
Oh yeah, off those reckless, dizzy heights,
Spinning through a swirl of colors, shooting toward a burst of lights.
I came down withered, drained, and blank like no tomorrow.
You can run a little faster, beat the bullet from the gun.
You can run a little farther, almost halfway to the sun.
But when you run from Tondelayo,
Oh yeah, Christ, her cargo weighs a ton.