A Musing…
Do not apologize for what you mean to do,
You know I am happy for you
You will never see my hurt hidden between the lines
it seems to have been a lost cause for all this time
I said it, I meant it, through and through
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I hope you have it in you to understand my apprehension
that the words you use to talk me through, have inherent condescension
I want you to know
the strength it took to show
what I look like inside out, my heart and parts open for dissection
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once again, I guess I don’t fit in, I’ve always been a late bloomer
and if you knew the Me that’s true, it isn’t just a rumor
but you can only know
some silly stuff I show
believe if you could, that I am really good at situational humor
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perhaps it seems on this Internet thing my demeanor is reserved
like in science, the reason behind it, is that my energy is conserved
my words here are topical
my success isn’t optional
my inner beauty, for the special one to see, and who deserves it
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I keep my words few, and try to use, my learned vocabulary
but that doesn’t mean that I’m not keen on using it sparingly
I’m not giving up
this fire’s turnt up
but after all this, you must show me Miss, the feel of you really caring
Make no mistake, I am nice, but not your friend
No animosity, but that’s where I end
with an artist, not breaking, just bent
in spanglish, with artist, time spent
I can hear, see, and feel you, and all the content
I am sorry, the misunderstanding, but honest I am
Betrayal is funny, and yes, yes you CAN
I am a grown up child, in the fields of the Lord I play
my ideas are for everyone, but money gets my formulae
shared ideas in a manner most brief
only the beginning, yet everyday I speak
an embrace from a mind that encompasses the world
yet so human I pine for that one girl
but honor, it binds me, I will not lie
words got me tangled, but in truth I reside
with all that goes on, I deserve the front page
set boundaries on games, this life is the stage
Love is a weapon, and Love is a friend
and thanks my Love, but now the words end…
When borrowing, be careful what you do
With that lent by the man who’s blue
the gift of rhyme
you know is mine
given, to share time
You would dare to stand above
whilst I am held back by Love
Do your job, keep your eyes peeled
Life’s cherry, without the pit, for ne’er steeled
keep Love protected, when out in the field
when you reached out to touch me
you left no quarter in which to flee
My love is encompassing, don’t be mistaken
This is a warning, real, and blatant
Nothing to hide, a face most graven
set in motion, my insurance is churning
no place to hide, with the whole world burning
Do your duty, to self, to God and to country
on the same side, if hurt, on your Honor, we’re hunting
The world needs help, I have things to do
if I must do them alone, keep Love with you
these cracks in my heart will let light through
do all you must, and keep Love from harm
whilst I go around, and grant my charm
and though my actions may seem drastic
I got the attention of the Power on the Atlantic
hope and pray they listen to Mr. Fantastic
those that know find it hard to believe
those that don’t, wonder what’s up my sleeve
The sunny disposition I had to eschew
to get them to listen to the man who is Blue
The Hammer is a shield, and you know what to do
Do not waste the time that is reluctantly given
or doubt the motives of a man who is driven
here to proclaim, this is Not, the only life
fishers of men, you got, and took a bite
Elegant and brief, this Time I got right
for all to see, open and free, I’ve given the sign
and maybe, just maybe, forsaken the Love that was mine
if this is my fate, the destiny for which I am chosen
in the vastness of space, time and hearts can get frozen
remember the hidden heart and soul, the Cosmic Watchman
and the dusty rose for your hair
because stars are born there
Why go silent, when you have so much to say
I am Okay participating in all sorts of play
when escalated, it will happen My Way
not just for me, the future and choice I concede
but I will be damned if, for me, that choice isn’t to be free
Stop
You touched me inside once
your siren’s call heard from afar
didn’t know it was to make me into a dunce
I’m not reaching for your star
I was hoping for your heart
and sharing your soul
instead I got a shart
and some crap from a bull
perhaps I am a jewel you hold close
the hopeful future you keep unspoken
be unique, not just another one of “those”
playing with hearts just gets them broken
you are right, kindness isn’t lame
I am a bit jaded, and you are too
so many other women are the same
there is no other woman quite like you
when you reach into my chest
to make me feel better, you keep alive
what should have died with the rest
I already died once, a poorly thought dive
Bold, brash, and ballsy, and a little rash
grateful to have lived quite a life
something left to give, was I right about the crash?
please just respect, it is more than my heart, It’s My Life
Push me away
keeping me at arms length
may seem to require strength
there is more strength and grace
in holding, and keeping, an embrace
leave your career behind
when touching a heart, soul, and mind
release the past, in order to make it last
believe in new love, unburdened by what’s passed
I know you define the new by what you had
whatever they were, not everyone is bad
a loving, caring, fighting heart is not a weakness
made of inner fiber and tears, bending, you can’t break this
I’ve been beat down before, pissing blood and bruises
while others laughed, thinking, “he can’t do this”
and all this time I’ve stood my ground
believing in those good people around
perhaps I should have started walking
or at least opened up and started talking
now so many know, and the floodgates have opened
and again I must start, tempered and hardened
and again in my life I am hurt, the face by which I’m haunted
a dagger in the heart, I cannot escape, this pain unwanted
lucky for me my mind is strong, and my soul too
I still appreciate the beauty, will, and heart that is you
please do me this favor, stop omissive lies
if unrequited, cut all the ties
I am just one, in a sea of masses
respect for the one, well, that’s what Class is
appreciate and love, even from afar
these psychc chains, binding, wherever you are
I know you remember that girl Goin’ In
and the other guy during the fantasy of sin
I could easily be wrong, but still I asked
just don’t leave this Hero, hurt, and unmasked
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