Real Poems

A Man Of Wisdom

With measured words, he speaks his mind,
A sage and thoughtful leader, one of a kind.
He listens deeply, with ears that hear,
Not to respond, but to understand, and calm the fear.

His vocabulary is sparse, yet rich in meaning,
Three words suffice: "yes" or "no", his heart keeps beating.
He stands by principle, unwavering and strong,
No mere yes-man, he

A Little Reminder

You aren’t 
a burden,
you are 
a blessing.

looking for the real me

I spend hours a day looking for the real me
contorting and distorting myself, in new directions
feeling pressure from the eyes of my ancestors
my spirit guides cheering me on, to be me, the real me

I slink around furniture, crawl up stairwells, slither into ditches
looking for the real me
my search has brought me close
I find a sliver

The Real You Would Have Been

The real you would have been

The true love. The one. The only one. You were chosen
But where is your heart? Hmm. My one is flaming in you
Burning in you, oh my wished love, my only hoped love

Yes. I needed you. Many times I waited for you. Go there
Go to the station. Platform one to four.

Belltrim

Decrotive needle work
sewn ito the fabric
they were highlights to
make the invitations look exspensive
Decrotive foods samples
savoury with drinks
The Celebrants marvoled at the audeince
I heard them mention how
they wished they had asked for a $5 dollar ticket fee.
One of the members of the wedding party sent
out a letter asking the attendants to take up a collection
from the

Beauty Wasted

A visage of perfection, a form divine,
Yet, in the pursuit of wealth, your beauty's declined,
You've traversed paths of passion, with many a soul,
Sleeping with strangers, your beauty's lost its goal.

The ones who sought to cherish, to love and to adore,
You chased them away, with a heart that yearned for more,
You craved the lavish lifestyle, the

The Real Big Terrorists

in fact, Israelis ~
the real big terrorists,
clear in Palestine

The Real Uncle Larry

Uncle Larry has been in a grumpy mood since he returned from Nam
Wears a perpetual permanent scowl on his face
his lips are always in a sarcastic style pout
He does this to keep people away

I hate people he says, which is not him at all
We nephews and nieces know better
this tough exterior with the leather jacket

Real Eyes, Real Lies

Real eyes see truth where the neon dies,
real lies get sold in the tourist guides.
I realize Harlem’s still beating inside,
though condos creep up and the rents multiply.

Real highs in the drums on a Saturday night,
real cries in the dark when the bills get tight.
Surreal eyes dream past the gentrified scene,
where bodegas were kingdoms and the

Real

I only feel real 
   When I'm downing glasses full of depression
    And regret comes around every now and then
     banging on the door
      real turns its head 
  When rivers on my skin run too deep
   

It's Going Down, Real Easy

I cannot tell you when it first began.
Long before I broke away — before I ran.
A newborn flame with a radiant glow,
In a sea of bright stars that blaze and flow.

Going down easy — like rivers to the sea.
Drifting through stories that carry all of me.
Going down easy — with no struggle, no plea,
I give

Almost the Real Thing

That member when in use to procreate
is the very same men use to urinate.
Yet when released in an emergency
the pleasure’s pretty close to ecstasy!

Tremendous Real Sad

Countless voices whisper, colossal, trust me.
Fake news, witch hunt, total exoneration.
The wall getting beautiful, big as can be.

Everyone keeps shouting, enormous, wait and see.
The world's so weak, low energy, it's sad situation.
Countless done, all agree, it's colossal, trust me.

People keep repeating, stupendous, follow me,
Best words, great people, no hesitation,
Everyone is a pouting, enormous, wait and

my real family

warm dog on my foot
content to be near mama
my real family

Reality or Falsehood

is it real?
am i real?
are you real? 
is anything around us real?
everything is perceived as fake.
i know it’s there.
i know it exists.
but for some odd reason,
it all feels hoaxed,
surreal,
dull,
empty,
ambiguous.
but why?
if i know people exist, objects are real, and my feelings are real,
so why does everything feel misplaced?
lost, even.
i discern as if i am fraud.
it’s a

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