Boasts From A ‘Never-Was’

“I’ll tell you again
I don’t follow trends
They just follow me
Flattery can go from moral lucidity
to a drag, intellectual flaccidity
It may take some time but soon you’ll see
Something this good shouldn’t come for free

Invisible I am because no one can handle
Flair crackling like a roman candle
To be overlooked would be a scandal
Continuing to panhandle
for recognition would be like a sandal
lost in the Red Sea
after a flash of magic
parting into 2, a mystic ramble
If that what it takes for y’all to see
I’ll change the name to protect the guilty
But there will never be another like Me.”

“I’ll tell you again
I don’t follow trends
They just follow me
Flattery can go from moral lucidity
to a drag, intellectual flaccidity
It may take some time but soon you’ll see
Something this good shouldn’t come for free

Invisible I am because no one can handle
Flair crackling like a roman candle
To be overlooked would be a scandal
Continuing to panhandle
for recognition would be like a sandal
lost in the Red Sea
after a flash of magic
parting into 2, a mystic ramble
If that what it takes for y’all to see
I’ll change the name to protect the guilty
But there will never be another like Me.”

Source: Boasts From A ‘Never-Was’

Love Seed

There are days where I don’t particularly feel anything
More days than I care to even fathom
Days where any sensation seems to pass over me with no bearing
As if I were merely a phantom

Drifting along in space without a suit, no oxygen to breathe
You’d think that would be cause for alarm
Perhaps it would
If it weren’t one of those days

More days than I care to fathom
Makes me wonder if Time is actually passing at all
Is it like smoke?
Does the inside of Pandora’s box simply not care
or is the punchline missing from this big cosmic joke?

Still…

These days are not everyday
at least I’ll tell myself that while I continue to be
& squeeze my eyes until they’re ready to bleed

letting the tears water my Love Seed

10.22

the night feels darkest at 3am
no moon hangs in the sky

when the night gets this dark
anyone outside won’t get in alive

it’s a balmy autumn breeze
yet I can see my breath hangin’ in the air
the cloud flowing gently over my fading garden

maybe the morning sun will make me feel better
maybe it’ll be blocked out by the night,
continuously veiled & out of sight

the night feels darkest after the first tear fall
and it makes me wonder if there’s someone out there who really cares,
really cares at all
someone up there to let it dry up right

cuz this night feels so dark
darkest it has been in years
through the tears all I feel is The Fear

I can hear The Fear pumping through my veins
I wonder if through the thunder & the rain
so quiet
I wonder

 if I’m going insane