Moments

Existential is my middle name. Yes, that's correct, totally my middle name. No, it's really not... and this was not an amusing attempt at a joke was it?

Moments

Do you know what moments I love most?

I love the moments when no one knows what lies ahead

When everyone is a collective mass of uncertainty

When there are no expectations to fulfill or verify

Only an unknown to await

I love the moments

Where we stand still

Breath bated, reserved

Contrasted by the unstillness within our bodies

The pounding in our chests

Can’t you love the moments when we are lost?

In the blind fog, there are no leaders, no followers

Everyone is just the same

A body, somebody

There is no knowing, there is only a void

Quiet, not frightening, just empty

I don’t love the moments of solitude

The loneliness of it all, divided lines and asymmetry

Why are your shapes so much more pointed than mine?

Why are there so many sides to your figure?

Existential, of or relating to existence

Do we not share that trait? That we exist?

For You, Princess

Let's vent sexual frustration with literary imagination and some phonetic machination. It's pretty self-explanatory.

For You, Princess

Oh dear princess, won’t you please love me?

Can’t you feel the unerring pound of my heartbeat?

My flighted feet and frenzies of fantasies

Every single time I feel you next to me

Can you hear the song that plays whenever you’re in the room

The one that always opens up with a boom

I want to see you soon

And even sooner than that

If we spent every moment together, my sharps would never fall flat

My highs and lows will always be for you

Could your lovely lullaby be for me too?

How is it that you do what you do?

The things that make me go mad for you?

Feel glad for you

Feel sad for you

With you, my skies are always blue

The sun always shining

At night the stars burn true

In the dark, you’re my silver lining

Give me one moment for now

And for an eternity later

This love that I hold could not be any greater

A kiss good morning

A kiss good night

With you, everything just feels right

I’d write you a thousand poems

And then write a thousand more

All these letters of love

Are for you whom I adore

Accept it with haste

Please don’t keep me waiting

Cause for you… my love is forever unabating

The Most Common Poem

Hey I heard you like slam poetry, so I took your slam and made a slam out of your slam so I can slam my slam while slammin your slam. Coo

The Most Common Poem

So how many people are gonna complain about fitting in?

And how many times am I gonna meet them with a grin?

I’m not worried about matching their circular logic

I’m a triangle so sharp that I’ll pierce that toxic

Robotic hypnotic drone groan

You can’t be grown till you grow up

The mere sight of your face makes me throw up

I’ve had enough

Of your close minded opinions

Assuming those are even your thoughts you’re thinkin

Or are you drinking from the same bottle

That throttles society, intellectuality

If not then stop me

Cause all I’ve been hearing lately

Is just how bad your self-entitled lives have been daily

And call me crazy, cause how can’t I be

When every single day’s about “me, me, ME”

There’s a fine line between genius and lunacy

And trust me when I say that you’re usually

The latter, stuck on the ladder to fame

Because apparently stupid’s the name of the game

When every dope, dingbat, dolt, and dork

Get’s 20 million hits on youtube for pokin his eye out with a fork

See I’m at the fork, between shoot me now and call me a clown

Since in this town, if you can’t beat’em join em

I get a buzz whenever I write this poem

Cause you see, I’ve said this hundreds of times before

There’s no limit to the lines that I can link

To the crimes of a generation that never thinks

And I apologize to the special few

Who don’t huff and puff the dead brain fumes

Who live in the empty rooms where humans once were

All we have left now are animals with less fur

And if you said that you concur

Congratulations, I applaud you sir

For being a survivor

A striver, a strider

Spreading the wings of intelligence wider

You, make our future brighter

As for the rest of the lot

The thoughtless and think-nots

I’ve got… nothing left to say to you

Nothing to say for you, adieu

Awkward

Oh but wait! There's more! Poetic self-descriptive literary perspective... yeah that sounds good. Let's go with that.

Awkward

Awkward

Even the way I say it is awkward

Awkward has a hard name, a hard face

And a difficult place

Sometimes even no place

I’ve known awkward since the day I was born

We were raised together

We lived together

Chances are… we’ll die together

Now I love awkward

More than awkward will ever know

But awkward is difficult

Uncompromising and unwilling

Awkward is afraid

Of learning what it means to be a person

Awkward will try to shelter me from pains that I can’t see

And people that I can’t meet

Awkward holds me

Limp and lifeless in arms that are tender and warm

But quivering and trembling under their own weight

I bear things for awkward

Hoping, that awkward can bear me

But even I can see

That awkward wants me to be free

Awkward wants me to live my own life

Without strife

Without struggle and burden

And even when awkward’s hurtin

I can feel the push
Not away

But toward brighter days and better ways of living

Of existing

While I may always return home to the corner that awkward and I own

I still leave, awkward and all… alone

The Kind of Guy

Give you all an insight into the mad genius' mind... but I'm not really a genius nor am I actually mad.

The Kind of Guy

Let me tell you a little bit about what kind of guy I am

I’m the kind of guy who lives life like an open book

...unfortunately, you have to open me first to have a look

See, I’m the kind of guy who hates secrets

I think too many people live life with too many regrets

I’m the kind of guy who uses his words wisely

...and unwisely and impolitely

It’s just... I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t take things lightly

I’m serious and forthrightly, though people might joke to spite me

I’m the kind of guy with headstrong morals

Who quarrels with others about their own thick skulls

So, I’m the kind of guy who writes about love and romance

...even though girls won’t give me a chance

I’m the kind of guy who seeks to find another

Silly, eccentric, homebody who hates to be a bother

You know, I’m the kind of guy who writes this kind of poem

Just so you folks can at least get to know ‘em

Invective Poem

I called it invective, but I think it's just poor bashing on a twit twat, less than intelligent rat. Ah, but funny though so read it.

Invective Poem

Oh my gawd, he’s so cute

Would you mind if I refute?

If I disagree, present an inquiry as to why he’s soooo much hotter than me?

As if I suddenly gave a half damn to this sham of a shady ladykiller?

Scuse me ma’am, but the crap spewin from your trap deserves a slap

And though I lack the sack to whack that asinine quack out of your voice

I present you with the choice to shut your pie hole

Before I lose control

That being said, back to the screws loose in your head

Explain to me, plainly and simply

Why a lousy, scatterbrained jerk

Has the tools to make you work and bark like his bitch

It’s a whistle isn’t it?

No, just the hot air of this dimwit

This halfwit, this dumbshit

I admit, perhaps he has nuances that I can’t see

All that’s clear to me is his unending stupidity

Please enlighten me

What part of his body entices thee?

Is it the active tongue that wriggles permanently on his face?

Or the wee bulge that hangs from his special place?

Let us trace the origin of your infatuation

The root of your fascination

To this strange and otherworldly beast?

A small adventure at the very least

I seek to find the reasoning in your mind

That defines this idiosyncratic buffoon

The boon based in your screwy swoon

Let us find it soon because the terrible tune you’re singing

Is causing a ringing in my common sense

I mean the implications are immense

What does it do to my own ego and pride

If a lady like you would opt to be this clown’s bride

I don’t mean to sound snide

While I knowingly do

I’m telling you it’s a mistake, believe me it’s true

There are so many flaws in character to see

If this guy was a mirror I’d see a million of me

The agony and sorrow I feel, when you say you’re serious

That this faux-mance is real

Not a chance

It’s not jealousy you see

I’m talking logically, there are some things that just must never be

Though I speak from my own perspective

I’ve elected to provide my subjective and protective detective skills

To indicate all of his defective ills

There’s the ribald sense of humor to start

The many uncertain impulses in his heart

The scornful suspicions

The lack of cognitions

The apathetic tones

And the cantankerous groans

The sour disposition

The vulgar condition

I’m on a mission to teach you problems you’re missin

It seems that you’re blind

Get your eyes realigned

You don’t want this guy

Please think with your mind

You’ve got a bright future ahead that’s for sure

And if you waited, you’d have so much more

So dump this chump and run away

Whatever’s ahead is a better day

Sound

Inner deep philosophy and mostly just a mish mash of verbal irony. Words.

Sound

Listen… can you hear it?

Amidst the thunder and quakes in your head

Can you dissolve the storm instead?

Listen… she speaks... calm... collected

The traces of an invective loose and free on her tongue

“No, I don’t li-… I can’t... I won’t… go out with you”

Did you hear? The truth trailing behind her as she flees

The breeze that cuts the skin

The air that holds me afloat

The clouds are not under my feet anymore

Listen… the wind speaks softly, mellow and tender

As I surrender myself to it’s embrace

The shadows of a face are erased from my mind

Can you hear? The sound?

As the ground continues to shake

My body aches, the weight dragging me lower

Deeper into void and abyss

Bliss… kiss… it was only a kiss

There was no time stopping, second-to-hour firework popping

I couldn’t hear it… Only the sound of the earth splitting

Fissions, the division of my body from hers

But no, it was me… I moved first

I pulled away

I had not the strength to stay

As my body falls into decay

I lay in the clouds, not on top

I lay in the water particles, storms forming

Electrical fires burning

Sweat, wet, and yet… still alive

Here the air was fresh and I could hear the sound

Not the pounding in my chest,

Not ground writhing in protest

No, I could hear that voice

Not the wind, not the air, and not me

Free… It sounded like being free

Story

Let me regale you all with a story about stories... oh wait no, this is just a poem asking OTHER people for stories... cool beans.

Story

Tell me a story

Something to floor me

Something gory

With details that don’t bore me

Something exciting

That’ll get me writing

Writhing and biting, fighting

Seconds and minutes

To get deeper in it

The tale to end all tales

All the fails and mishaps

Of poor close-minded imaginations

Fabrications of foolish folly

That don’t jolly my jimmies

Get me going

With a real showing

A display of risque word play

Full trays, a buffet of literary entres

Andale and fire away

Silly soliloquies  and sorrowful sonnets

I wanna hear you get on it

Bomb it like D-Day

Don’t be afraid of what you have to say

There’s a ballet of lyrical nonsense

That appeals to my sense

Of creative content

Make a convent

Worship words and wonderful phrases

Praises that ignite people’s pages

Outrages that set stages

And upstages all articles of ancient artistry

Gimme sophistry and mystery

Flabbergasting fantasy

Fathom a fictional fixation that flusters me

Make history

Write a verbal victory

Vast and vainly

Stories are mainly

About the guys who wrote them

Don’t quote them

There’s a fine line between vanity and literacy

Don’t holler if you hear me

Write ‘cause you fear me

Cause I spit fire fiercely

Flowing freely

Can you even really wax poetic

Like my frenetic verses

I’m like a rapper without the curses

I’ll teach you about reverses

Turnabout is fair play

Allow me to arrange an apologetic bouquet

To allay and portray this invective word fray

As an okay way to sway

New lyricists and serious writing spirits

But fearing this is gibberish

I’ll restate and finish this

Feverish flurry of fast flung phrases

Tell me a story that absolutely amazes