what i hold here
does not belong


the fly has died
exposing my dong


the cry i sigh
i must carry on


keeping us together
i think head strong


no time to play games
i break my glass bong


i moves in life
a king and a pawn


my castle is guarded
by boxers no thongs


no more weeds i see
where trimmed is my lawn


a safety pin wins
covering up my wrong


where i play me out
when she won't play
my song


where she be my queen
i feel like her pawn


the only one who see's me
when i feel the need to long


i make me silver her gold

the rest i guess bronze

i wanna thank me
for thanking you
for reminding me
that you
are the reason
i am here

when i look up
i don't see you

but i feel you

your presence
is here

there

every
where

i am yours
and no others

i cannot be
bound
tight and
gagged in love
with anyone
more than you

be this that
you are mine

the one

and only

creator

who will without
a doubt always
know me

better than anyone
ever will

knowing this

you are my reason
for life

whether good or bad
i am

i am

yours

thank you for the comments! this isn't me personally. it's just a write i wanted to have fun with.

if drama is her name. she would be every one
of them.

my ex doesn't want me. she needs me.

she wants her new man to love her as i pay
the "i fukt up" child support.

my current wife doesn't want me but she needs me
to keep paying half the rent so she can stress
less.

my mistress on the other, other hand,
doesnt want to be without me
and
needs more time than i can give her.

here is the dilemma
widenning and retracting.

a girl friend wants to be more than friends only
i already have a girlfriend who needs to know
she is the only one for me.

than there is this new girl i am looking at
as if she doesn't want me or need me at all
and she feels clinglessly attractive at the moment.

while this happens i get a call from an old girlfriend
who says she is pregnant and insists i was the only
one she ever slept with.

She claims we have twin girls.

Which is just dandy because i already have one boy.

As for what i really want i guess i never really know
what it is i really want.

i know what i need!

The farther i go, the deeper the hole.

black boots.

tired soles.

moving is doing
achieving our goals.

good sweat we shed
refreshes our soul.

our heart beats pounding
resounding for gold.

i once
was a kid
who believed
everything
i was told.

until i learned the truth
over time growing old.

saddened and maddened
scuffing my soles.

wearing my heart
on my boots

knowing
where to go

nice!

Paint your face.
Mask your words.

Take away the gray
between his and hers.

Opinions of Minions
and Sexual positions.

A blind mans touch
is the best of his visions.

A def woman dressed in blood
bleeds in crimson.

a rich man is vexed
over sexed with no children.

a poor man scrapes by on
empty time makes a killin.

me, spiderman opening
a window getting off of
this ceiling.

taking off a mask
i can see my true feelins.

thinning this paint
to see what i am
revealing.

Wow! I'm humbled..

Thank You all for your kind words!

I am feeling very inspired lately.

;)

I come short of who I want to be,
and always will.

Striving for more
the pedal is to the floor
where ironically
i would rather be
fred flinstone rolling past
a dinosaur.

I will always fall short.

Never leaping off a building
I will be more like spiderman
to a ceiling,

knowing there is more
for the reachings
beyond what i am seeing.

I am what i am
when and where
i have been

Jason
Jason
Jason

no matter how many
times i say my name
I will always be,

the same man

getting under my skin
where you cant see me
bleeding within.

the guy who is
good at being hurt
even after all
the healings.

if i could
i would prefer
to drink
over eating

a grown man
teething.

a young man
receding.

a fool man
feeding Off rubbish

developing an ulcer
in my stomach

the no pain
no gain
makes it strange
to explain
how i live it
and love it

this is where
i fukted over a smart chick
just to screw over a dumb betch

me,
yeah me

i am that
dumb betch

the one who seems happier being poor

the one who still can not ignore
that sour taste
of what it was i though i had

when i was living in a lonely rich
state
i had to segregate to seperate
to figure out why i loved to hate

6 chairs, One table, One plate

gawd, this life is a betch

the cut
the blood
the pain
the stitch

a beautiful face
hiding behind one
zit

this is where
I,
you'sta give a ****

a sour faced lemon head
breaking down

con-sti-pa-ted


hmm, how else can i?
explain it?

we are cruel;

the older we get

the younger we die

why?

because in the bible it shows
some men lived to be 900

when
now a days it seems
we are lucky to reach 60

we say that 40
is the new 20

how does this help
the midlife crisis
phase?

i think we are doing this
all wrong

dreading the past
at last
is a thing of the future

I assure you

now it is
the same as it was,
and in time
it will be the same
as it is
in time

when remembered

thinking back

there is no reason
to front

we cant catch everything
we hunt

Three of my friends and I had a bet
Who could pick up the first chick
We put on our good colognes
Took our time shaving
Wore clean clothes
We even brushed behind our teeth
I think one of the guys even used a Q-tip
When the rest of used our pinkies
We looked spiffy
They each grab a condom
I say why bother
They think I have no intention of getting laid
Little do they know I have studied Tantra
I can hold my own
Banging one out before we leave to release my Tai
They sit on their condoms at the Club
Huddled up like three homos sipping their cervasas
Contemplating on how to pick up these hunnies
I say guys you are putting too much thought into this
Let me show you how it's done
I walk up to the first little hottie I see and sweep her off her feet
Holding her in my arms I shout
It's this easy!

I know you haven't seen me posting my poetry here as much as I would like too.

Reason being is i haven't been writing much this year.
I have been busy working on my music.

Here is my first vid:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVAGA-BVhwQ

thank you all for your comments!

Felt. Touched.
In such a way that i really knew what i wanted.

Yeah, your hawt. Yeah, your cute. Yeah, your beautiful. Yeah, your Gorgeous.
And when i say these things they all take them differently.

It's easy to say how I feel and not know how someone will react to what i say.

Like it's hard to be hard and be rejected.

You can say anything to someone and never know what they are really thinking.

Oddly, we could say whatever we feel like saying without even thinking about sharing
our first instincts.

I could say this is deep and you could say i am being shallow.


It's easy to fall in love. It's a trip.
After all is said and done and we stand up again
its just as easy to trip outt.

More or Less,
I am a victim of being innocent after being proven guilty.
Why? because it's my words against yours.

This is what it is like being alive after i kill me.
Mentally.

I am working out too hard on my brain and not hard enough on my muscles.

No one would know if they didnt see.

Unless, they just have faith, and believe - this life is a gamble where
going all in is better than nothing.

So here i am. Where this will be where i was.
Saying how i feel whether you think im ugly or handsome
I will never know.

Unless, you tell me so.

when i took off one

there was another one

then

another one

and then

another one

it kept going

mask after mask

i could see the layers of me

detached

reattached

reattached

detached

color coded: blue and black

the lies i told

as a matter of fact

the fact of the matter

not very well intact

when i remove one

another awaits in the midst

ready to reveal itself

however i choose to do so

instinctfully or plastered

these smiles are not always

naturally captured

released

an emo-tional disaster

masking peace

I am the guy i didn't want to be again.

The one who tries to save a dying relationship.

The one who knows that i did nothing wrong
this time.

I am the guy i hate to be.

The one shuffling half a deck of cards
hoping my queen of hearts is in there
somewhere.

How could she deceive me? The deception of having my child
and not wanting to be with me feels nothing short of traumatic.

She is bringing the poetry out of me. My escape to counter her escape.

She has told me all the common breakup cliches yet we are still
together.

I know i should move on but i don't want to stop loving her.
My torture is Love. My love is dying. my dying is unjustified
in my eyes.

I give her the world.

Only when i look in her eyes i see she wants the universe.

I don't get it.
I was king!

She was none less my queen.

We could see face to face.

Nowadays with her pregnant
she just wants her space.

All i can do is hold on because i am not trying to see
my other option.

I am refusing to let go!

I guess it is because i am having a baby in 4 months where everyday
i feel closer to this woman thinking about my son inside of her.

i wish i could call her my love
yet she is making that feel awkward.

I feel like i could have picked a better woman for a relationship even though
she is a great mother.

She is really broken from all her years of partying, abuse, drugs, neglect and
whatever other weight she carries on a daily basis to burden her down.

I miss our faces.

How we would smile and laugh as if all we wanted to do was hold on to one another
and never let go.

I know what she wants and what she thinks she wants and they are too different.

A sacrifce has been made.
I have become less clingy because this is what she wants.

I love helping her and doing things she doesn't even ask me to do.

It is ironic considering i used to consider myself very self-centered.

Now i am just the opposite.
I prefer giving love as opposed to receiving.

Realizing this, I know i have changed.

If only she could see what she is losing and understand that no one knowing what i know
would be as easy to love and love her as much as me under our circumstances.....

I just want to fun back. The drama is too much. The hormones are raging. I hope that
there is hope with us only i feel that our son..... Connor.... is going to suffer the most....
Only i know... it will not be my fault.

I will be the great father i always wanted to be.

I will be what she always wanted
or always wants.

I am ready now for fatherhood in my thirties unlike my twenties.

I consider her kids my kids and our son, lucky to have two great parents.

Even if..........

Thank You for all the replies!
I felt every one of them

:)

Thank you for the poem Clay
much appreciated

I am clingy.
Not by choice. I blame Love.

I blame what i don't
and cant control.

When i was 17, i met her. She turned
my world around. I fell for her.

I
fell
so
hard
that i dropped out of school in
the middle of my senior year in order
to spend more time with her.

With this, I was starting to set a bad
example not just for myself to learn later
on in life but for her as well.

Her father grounded her for two weeks
until she broke up with me. She was 14,
I just turned 18. I didn't understand why she
had to break up with me at the time.

Only later i found out it was because
of her dad and that her relationship with
her father and keeping things in order
at home was easier than trying to stay
with me in a relationship.

Sexually, i was her first.

She was my second.

Even though she
was my first,
Love.

a baby is born. a man who doesn't want to have a baby loves to have sex. Coincidentatly, accidentally, things happen.

the man loves that feeling of nutting. the intense release of tension dripping inside her vagina.

She knows what can happen and does happen is intentional. The result or conclusion creates a live size problem that has no choice but to grow weary over time.

without any disregards to her feelings of wanting to have this baby he has no say.

He did what he wanted to do.

Now she does what she intends.

Resulting in ... a mother .. fathering .. her child.

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