Month: February 2023

Homewrecker

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©. Feb. 21, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Don’t touch and don’t look.

Don’t feel and don’t smell.

It read every book.

It’s another spell.

It’s coming your way.

Like a gambled date

And more if you pray.

It’s Jesus, they hate.

No one believes you.

No one accepts it,

But it’s all too true.

The next job, you quit.

Question your blessings.

The demons attack.

The endless mornings

And nights wearing black.

Homewrecker

Homewrecker

Not another homewrecker,

Based on true events.

Do you feel useless?

Telegraphed punches

Are just a process.

Devils love brunches.

They’ll tell others lies.

They’ll tell them gossip.

May there be a prize

For souls on a trip.

Your cute aggression

Is all in your head.

They love rebellion

And they love the dead.

Your friends are fading.

Your family’s next.

Your life’s degrading.

There’s nowhere to rest.

Homewrecker

Homewrecker

Not another homewrecker,

Based on true events

They want you possessed,

Unblessed in the ground.

Your life is a test.

Did you hear that sound?

Little lady luck

Has time to repent.

Like a sitting duck,

She acts with intent.

She can cause breakups.

She can levitate.

How buttercups

She loves to donate.

Feelings are unwell.

Good that you survived.

She going to hell.

Guess who else arrived.

Homewrecker

Homewrecker

Not another homewrecker,

Based on true events

Throw the T.V. out.

And break the curses.

The whole world will doubt.

There’s their messages.

Tickle the belly

Of the beast this time.

Lonely lass, you’re free

To commit a crime.

Few will forgive you

And plenty will change.

You are black and blue

You are more than strange.

More than a mother,

You are a devil

Here for a lover.

Home has a rebel.

Live A Little

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©. Feb. 18, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Are you an adult and don’t

Like leaving voice mail messages?

It doesn’t sound like you want this job

In order to pay rent.

Forget your trauma, but on your way out,

Leave us bandages.

Forget the light bill with that light bulb

In your head and comment.

Show up to work early,

But we can fire you at any time.

Do you avoid jobs

Where counting money’s a necessity?

Before this job, have you ever

Been convicted of a crime?

Give us a primary example

Of when you showed honesty.

“How are you doing today,”

But that’s right, just get back to work.

And while you’re working, we may

Be searching for your replacement.

But we value loyalty, teamwork,

And effort, this cirque.

Do you have public transportation

And a sexy accent?

While you smile at work, the boss may

Be getting close to your wife.

It may be the employee,

But there’s no reason to get mad.

Live a little.

Live a little.

All old people should put you

In their will as if though it’s life.

Try working overtime for a promotion,

You deadbeat dad.

We don’t discriminate,

Even though women may get a raise.

We don’t want to hear about your faith

Even though we have ours.

We deal with difficult people

And expect you to with praise.

We expect you to know more than learn,

Then wake up with bedsores.

Sugar, do you prefer milk chocolate

Or dark chocolate?

You should know that we

Prefer hot chocolate with rolled wafers.

We prefer if you’re pro gay

And abortion, then you can sit.

Cooking is safer if we demand

Dumbwaiters with waiters.

Can you lift over 50 pounds

And can you prove that to us?

Before we pick you,

What’s your social security number?

If you can’t pick up your wife,

Maybe the boss can with a bus,

Touring the universe

Until bakeries turn to umber.

Live a little.

Live a little.

A Matter of Time

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©. Feb. 13, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Are you replacing your depression

With rage?

These men are frowned upon

Showing emotion.

What’s a good company

With minimum wage,

You dartboard, treated like

The worst ever son.

Can they call you Promise

Or can they be yours?

Who listens to dating advice

While on dates?

They talk with earpieces,

But forget mentors

Like school shootings on Career Day,

They lose mates.

I’m not a resident

Of restitution.

Public displays of affection

Don’t fit me.

The four seasons can start

A revolution

Like rapid raindrops derived

From somebody.

Act like you have thick skin,

They’ll attempt to skin you.

Have a backbone,

They’ll attempt to compress it.

Achieve something

And they’ll attempt to come through.

They demand to win you,

But don’t ever quit.

Attend a college

For the gifted students.

They’ll accept your relatives

Because they’re blood.

Who cares if their IQ

Is utter nonsense?

They misbehave

And you get kicked out like mud.

There’s no tolerance for things

That’s not your fault.

Say goodbye to all of the friends

That you made.

Rectify the wrongdoings

Without assault.

Tread the corners of Earth

And pick up a trade.

Will you bow

To the formidable forces?

Tell me,

Who is the shiest philanthropist?

Pass the grieving

And you can pass these courses.

Pass believing

And you can pass an artist.

Speak your poems when you say

A few words each day.

Explain your inner thoughts

And write your silence.

Steps full of fine art and dining,

One would pray.

Witness the flatulence

And the pestilence.

Like having babies

During surprise parties.

How long was there lip balm

Under your tear ducts?

When you watch the skyline

With a gentle breeze,

It’s a matter of time,

The Earth self-destructs.

Altitude of La Forza

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©. Feb. 6, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Title: Altitude of La Forza​

Medium: Acrylic ​on canvas

Size:12” X 16”

Date: 2/6/23

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I Think You Look Good Today

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©. Feb. 4, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Fear operates under your control

And the fear of the unknown

Is fear’s hometown advantage.

Also, fear can be used

To your advantage,

Expecting the unexpected, like an infant,

With missing puzzle pieces

And hidden batteries

To a remote control, you can manage.

A broken action figure can be replaced,

Though you’re not an action figure,

But a Rembrandt.

You’re a female vocalist with a voice,

Soft like cultured cream

And hogwash swept under a rug.

I think you look good,

But I’m not flirting.

I think you look good,

But I’m not hurting.

I think you look great,

But I’m not feeling.

Alone, you restore my appetite,

But should I reflect on

The history of a soulmate?

Did you know that New Orleans

Is a racist term, but do you

Earnestly care about the fact?

Are you profiting from the opinions

Of the world, like what race

Your fanbase wants you to date?

Are you frightened if milk

Could have a racist history

Or enlightened, using eye contact?

What’s the history of that house,

Building, restaurant, and street

Before not knowing starts a fight?

I think you look good,

But I’m not flirting.

I think you look good,

But I’m not hurting.

I think you look great,

But I’m not feeling.

You’re stuck learning about

The Louisiana Purchase

And the Mexican Revolution.

Think about anything and the subject

Can be about race,

But such a subject is a curse.

Every couple that broke up

Because they feared not being

Accepted for their race feared someone.

If you truly stand against inequality,

You can date any race

In the universe.

Forty years later and you’re searching

For racism like “What’s the true

History of that statue?”

I think you look good,

But I’m not flirting.

I think you look good,

But I’m not hurting.

I think you look great,

But I’m not feeling.

Date an alpha male and you can’t lead,

Then date a beta male, will you be mad

That you can’t lead?

Ms. Somebody, do you prefer to be told

What you want to hear or asked what

You want to hear?

Do you prefer luxury or a workout partner

That’ll renovate the kitchen

And feed?

Do you prefer the good times

And the bad times, like you may not be

Attracted to me this year?

When men earn money, they start a family

And when women earn money,

They don’t need a man.

I think you look good,

But I’m not flirting.

I think you look good,

But I’m not hurting.

I think you look great,

But I’m not feeling.

Something About Sorry

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©. February 2, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

You may fall in love before you notice

If she bites her nails.

Before she shows you that she

Lacks flat feet, you thought about life.

Before appreciating life,

There was death and Jezebels.

There’s infidels, yet spells,

Like you were formed with a putty knife.

Before you notice her

More defined jawline, you saw mirrors.

Your mother used to kiss your wounds,

And now, you kiss your girlfriend.

You noticed that the towns are

To be continued with errors,

But she seems too good to be true,

Who’s around until the end.

The grass is drenched in pomegranate

Juice and there’s snakes around.

The towns smell fruity and you

Have to stay awake, garroted.

If you don’t obey them, they want

Your head, viewed in the background.

They’re crowned, not entitled to hate,

Though much humans are spotted.

You don’t want your good friends

To show up at your own funeral,

Possibly meeting family members

That may cause chaos.

Give you your flowers while you’re here,

But maybe that’s possible.

A relative may crack jokes,

Then complain about bread sauce.

“How’d you used to know” the dead

Person that they didn’t respect?

Please don’t gossip or fist fight

Because your friends are different.

Blood or not, such people go to hell,

Regardless of their sect.

Would you laugh about the mark of the

Beast, prepared for torment?

Please don’t force those views on their

Friends like they did you, just to switch.

Please don’t yell or throw objects and

Wondering why there’s loneliness.

Please don’t miscommunicate and tease

Please don’t stalk them, but somebody

Has to clean up this hot mess.

Then as if you’re a witch.

Are you mad that you share your birthday

With a famous leader?

“You don’t have a girlfriend,”

A relative may say with humor.

Now, you’re on dating apps,

Just to become a proofreader.

You’re rejected and ignored,

As much as a bored consumer.

A dream woman places her hands

In your pockets and where’s yours?

Your hands are in her pockets,

But remember, that it’s a dream.

Wherever you go, you’re stalked,

Including if you shut the doors.

You relate to certain victims bullied

That fought a whole team.

Maybe once in a year,

You think about naked women around.

Maybe this generation of women

Just aren’t women.

Why marry to lose money

And why date for you to get browned?

They’re manly and mean,

Demanding everything to be a 10.

The first time you greet your crush,

Maybe your cousin will be there.

The first time you ask her out on a date,

Here comes your father.

Here comes the gossip and you can’t

Have fun, because it’s not fair.

At least you’re not in Africa

Searching for dirty water.

When you’re texting her about sweet

Somethings to nothings all day,

Until it’s 4:00 A.M., who complains

About the loud text sounds.

“What woman would want to be with you,”The many ways they say.

Don’t get that type of job, your father

May say, while gaining pounds.

You’re sorry for all of the poor excuses

They’ve seen you do.

Like masturbating in your room

When you thought no one was there.

God was there, but so were

People spying on you like hoodoo.

You’re sorry for not being close

With your family like air.

And that when you was bullied,

You was told to tell a teacher.

When you told someone, you was told

To handle it like a man.

“What are you going to do

In the workforce” you black creature?

When you made it home, you’d be told

To get along with a plan.

You’re sorry that you wanted

Independence and a good life.

You’re sorry that you wanted to choose

Your own jobs, then you got none.

Those in America, you can’t imagine

Being your wife.

Most of them, at least, but you knew

By then, your love life was done.

High schoolers mocked you for

Your brother acting up every day.

You’re sorry for being attracted

To goth women again.

You’re sorry for bad thoughts you had,

That’s no longer today,

From writing about mass shootings

And serial killing times ten

You’re sorry that you’re attracted

To Asian women worldwide.

You’re sorry that you lived in black

Neighborhoods where you was teased.

You’re sorry for saying you’re sorry

And sorry for your pride.

You’re sorry that you’re attracted

To Latinas overseas.

You’re sorry that the masses harmed you

For not saying too much

That everything revolved around them

And their anger issues,

That they would get angry, no matter

The subject you would touch.

Some were angrier than poverty,

Than the grieving, and news.

According to one, he’s angrier

Than everyone alive.

You’re sorry that you had to see

The disputes and the old fights

Like having a cold on Christmas,

Somehow, you learned to survive.

You’re sorry for celebrating

Pagan holidays on nights.

You’re sorry for reenacting

Your brother’s handwritten plays

And talking to him long enough

To say the same words he does.

He’d try to inappropriately touch

You in comedic ways.

You regretted not hitting him—

If that’s how everyone was.

You’re sorry that you’re a virgin

And that to this day, it’s weird.

You’re sorry that you’ve grown white hairs

And bald spots on my dark head.

You overthought and it took years for you

To shave your black beard.

You’re sorry that you wore the same

Clothes and wanted to be dead.

What are you sorry for racist, though even

Thugs need prayers.

They don’t think or want you to like blacks,

But they don’t support blacks.

Now, your girlfriend’s family may hate you

And here’s naysayers.

Here’s the lack of prayers for you

And your loved ones with funfairs.