New form

As challenging as it may seem,

I need to find words that rhyme,

sonnets are a difficult theme,

because my words pattern in an awkward design,

Oh, danm i personally think they are corny,

but this drill will exercise my memory,

to extend my vocabulary, i will butcher this form until its bloody and gory,

patience persistence and forethought,

the process will produce,

these negative thoughts I’ve fought,

until the are left out on the paper and my frustration will reduce,

I will search,

like a bird on a perch.

Dear calendar,

getting full huh? dude i do not remember what i submitted for and what needs to be sent to be approved. messy messy. I think i am getting rather dependent upon you. can you take that responsibility?

Dear Morning suprise.

Is it alright if I think of you?

I must have some nerve, coming up to you like I’m the shit and then telling you the profession you’re in is killing the community. Wow what gaul, in retrospect it sounds like i should have been slapped.

You fought back in your own way, and i just kept on pushing, and pushing until i was the one that opened up. The bullets backfired against my own overconfidence.

Stories fell out of my mouth and my gaurd was set down. I couldn’t stop looking at that gaze that stared back at me.

I didn’t want to let you go fearing this would just be another good morning without an interesting night. But i had already made you late, with others waiting on your attentions.

I thought it over.

On the drives.

I, the overconfident bastard felt afraid to call.

You make me weak and my throat that’s used to projecting gets parched and twisted.

You make me so weak my words are pathetic.

Your card fell in my pocket… that was 2 for 2 things that i really expected not to work.

All i know is that my game wasn’t anything.

You let me happen.

In a screen play I am just a figment of your reality.

the D____ show.

I will dutifully play my part until the conclusion.

Let’s see if it will be a happy ending.

Dear That person

Dear You,

Our timing seems off. We just can’t get it together huh? been what, a month? Next week for sure regardless of weddings funerals and my personal laziness. I’ll meet you. Is this anticipation worth the wait? What assumptions do i have that are completely inacurate? What do you assume of me? Things like this take over your thoughts and yet everything I’ve thought about is most likely wrong. Please be a plesent suprise.

Mind Trips Haiku

Standing on a lawn,

My face soaking up the sun,

Only in my mind.

Dear Lion

Dear Lion,

Last night, was well, off. I felt the tension, I’ve been to countless stages and yet somehow i managed to feel nervous. The routine was difficult yes, but it wasn’t anything beyond what we have already done.  I sit here pissed off, but I think that was the emotion that was distracting me last night. Angry at, everything it seemed. Maybe it was the energy of the new head, but physically my balance was off and our jumps felt heavy. As far as expression goes, last night was an angry frustrated lion, hell you look mad just sitting there. And now you are in the pride, lets hope last night was a fluke, nothing should ever start perfect.

Priorities #285

Dear Priorities,

Why do you always fight with each other? Could we please work together instead of act like children fighting for my attention? In a few months the things we are working on will pass fading to memory. Ridiculous monkey wrenches in plans will be the butt of a joke, and the cycle will start a new. I hope round 2 will learn from the mistakes of round 1.

Cambodia

Dear Cambodia,

We have never met. I have not been to your shores or walked through your dense jungles filled with life and land mines. We have not met, and yet, I can’t stand being a part from you. My mind aches for a chance to fly through the chilly night sky and touch down on a silent dirt road. Moonlit mango trees like markers guide me down. I kiss the earth somewhere foreign and the dust settles on my skin. The warm night air sweats my skin and though there will be chaos in the morning i would find peace tonight. I imagine in my mind the places i will meet, sounds of the jungle carried on the midnight breeze. I come to you not because you are beautiful, but for work. There is so much work to be done from the mistakes of many men. From the greed of many men. From the delusions of mad men whose visions turned these jungles into flames and created fields of bone. With these small hands and even smaller brain i come to you with an open heart. Let me find what I do not know I have been looking for. Let me be of some use.

Dear Toe,

Toe… buddy, hey how you doing? Oh not so well? Really really sorry that we came to blows in the past, I was ignorant, and took you for granted. I really didn’t know how much i needed you. You help me balance, do my stunts, walk, run, stretch and are just sooo damm good looking. Listen, the reason i contacted you is because I need you to get better. Fast. Like today. We will take it easy, i’ll probably be using my left more than i use you but don’t fail me now. So are we still cool?

Dear Obamamaniadum

Dear Obamamaniadum,

I was really looking forward to last night. Seriously i came all the way up from Irvine after practice, to LA knowing that i wouldn’t get my full 8 hours that i need. I wanted a night of liberation and to understand what it would feel like to not be under the boot of the bush administration. I wanted to see my public allies again, to reconnect with folks that are in the struggle in different areas. I was blessed to have gotten linked with the street poets.

I was however blind sided that the night i wanted to focus on political joy, turned ultimately to less than that. Much less. I really don’t know what to make of everything, all I knew was that I didn’t want to lash out and say a bunch of shit because i wouldn’t know what i would be talking about. confusion and awkwardness would be the themes of the night. Congratulations Mr. President, at least one of us had a good night.