I am trying to figure out how to say hello
Greetings are important you know
And you make me contemplate just how to greet you
How do you say it in a way
that says I really want
to get to know you?
That says
I see the way you flow
and I'm tryna roll with you?
That says
I see your swagger
and i'm tryna match you
The way you move
makes me want to dig into you
figure you out
I'm tryna see
what you're all about
-----"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry."(Muriel Rukeyser)---- "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." (Robert Frost)----- "Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." (Thomas Gray)------ "Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words." (Paul Engle) -----
Monday, August 13, 2012
Who You Are (Untitled) (draft)
What Am I Doing?
You ever stop and just ask yourself that?
What am I doing?
What should I be doing?
Who am I?
I've always had a soft spot for
The misunderstood
The weak
and downtrodden
Little kids
the homeless
those hurting
kids not able to finish their homework
I want to save the world
But I don't want to kiss babies
and hug puppies to do it
I don't want to win a popularity contest
I don't want to lie
to get you on my side
This is not about money
And I am not what I must sound like
A love child
This will not be filled with flower power language because I want you to hear me
I am angry
Angry that we all can see so much suffering and not do a thing
You ever stop and just ask yourself that?
What am I doing?
What should I be doing?
Who am I?
I've always had a soft spot for
The misunderstood
The weak
and downtrodden
Little kids
the homeless
those hurting
kids not able to finish their homework
I want to save the world
But I don't want to kiss babies
and hug puppies to do it
I don't want to win a popularity contest
I don't want to lie
to get you on my side
This is not about money
And I am not what I must sound like
A love child
This will not be filled with flower power language because I want you to hear me
I am angry
Angry that we all can see so much suffering and not do a thing
Untitled (A Bus Ride Through The City) (draft)
I sat on a bus today
listening to someone like you
and watching a woman cry
It wasn't heavy tears
or dog-calling sobbing
just a dabbing
under the lid
a reddening of
the eye
And it was beautiful
listening to someone like you
and watching a woman cry
It wasn't heavy tears
or dog-calling sobbing
just a dabbing
under the lid
a reddening of
the eye
And it was beautiful
Untitled (wishing for you/ I could fall in love) (Draft)
It's 1:11 and I just wished for you
Funny thing wishes are
and superstitions
I need to start again
It's 1:11 and I just
wished for you
Knowing you are most likely
not going to come true
I don't even know who you are
Just that you're somewhere
out there
Lookin up at the same
stars as me
I mean you must be
I would never fall in love with
someone who would think this
time of night is for sleep
Funny thing wishes are
and superstitions
I need to start again
It's 1:11 and I just
wished for you
Knowing you are most likely
not going to come true
I don't even know who you are
Just that you're somewhere
out there
Lookin up at the same
stars as me
I mean you must be
I would never fall in love with
someone who would think this
time of night is for sleep
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