Def Poetry #7

I'm cold,

And I'm sold

On the proposition

To change positions

Transition for more heat.

The chills in my feet

Release when I touch mine to your toes.

Wrapped snug in this sweet hug

I never want to break.

And if this whole world ended right now I would not shake

With fear,

I'd just lie here and wipe your tears

Hold you so close and whisper in your ear:

I love you dear.

My feelings to mature

Making both of our emotions unsure

And it's unsettling how this is all a blur.

The past happened so fast

And I pray that it will last

Before I relapse

In the gaps of space and mind

The pace of time is to fast

I can't find solace in this draft-

drafty air.

I don't need you, but I want you there.

Hold my fingers

And linger your warm stare

Across my eyes.

Remember when we just lied in bed all day,

And when you left I was afraid.

Because I think you took something with you

That should have stayed

And now I've strayed

From the path that allowed for it all to be okay.

I promised I'd never hurt you

You said never say never

And I guess it depends on the whether

Or whether or not this will fall away like a feather

from a bird.

Cause I don't think it's up to me

My role in this isn't promising

And I'm scared-

But I think that they're

Right.

It's hard for me to understand how this will all be alright

and it's only okay now cause I'm learning to accept it outright.

I miss the morning breath left

From the kisses at night

And the way your lips slip

When you sigh.

I've never been more comfortable.

Serenity in your body next to me

the silence, just like speaking pervasively

sends communications that we're persuasively

involved and I think that a while ago I

resolved to not dissolve in this type of thing

But neither of us went looking for it and it still is happening

I think

That perhaps we're both confused

Because, while it seems like choice, neither of us had time or anything to choose.

And the sound of voice is abused

We're not just being mutually used

But I'm frightened that I'm already bruised.

This peach pit planted

By other hands is expandin

Cautiously now for like a rubber band it

could snap.

I would break if our friendship were caught in a trap

with no escape.

But what is there to do?

Deny the feeling and move on through

Try to forget that it feels like it's true

I try not to regret but I think I stepped to soon

It's hard when you don't know what to do,

Inexperience with your legs shakin

this whole thing escalating

Makes you swoon,

I feel like I must have been dreaming that afternoon.

I think and sink my heart heavy

I knew that this was a dream

to good for the levy's not to break

for the beams of wood holdin back the flood

we're built in age and not in love.

I had never felt a lot of feelings.

Until those nights staring at stars on my ceiling

Our conversations peeling away at the facade

to promenade in something that finally felt real.

I will only continue to feel.

Again but only I fear as friends.

Unless this dream has come to an end

And reality has unwittingly stepped in.

I think now it's a dream,

But I sleep with no remorse,

dreaming hopes of someday again feeling the first verse.

I'm cold,

And I'm sold

On the proposition

To change positions

Transition for more heat.

The chills in my feet

Release when I touch mine to your toes.

Wrapped snug in this sweet hug

I never want to break.

And if this whole world ended right now I would not shake

With fear,

I'd just lie here and wipe your tears

Hold you so close and whisper in your ear:

I love you dear.

Def Poetry #6

Where have all the prophets gone?

A burning bush

and a final push

spurning interpretation of the swoosh

of the wind.

Inferences kept in

society steps in.

To stoke that fire of fear

it's clear that there is no longer room here

for the emergence of a seer.

These days of instant communication

make distant the room shakin insights

to the powers that be.

Revelry in false prophets

meant only to make profits

in keeping peoples minds

and taxing the real life

they drop it-

and set that ball rolling down the hill

on a crash course to fill

the chalice of social palace

enforcing beliefs to spill with malice

Hate speech on what used to reach

Our inner beings.

Where have all the prophets gone?

In this world of instantaneous gratification

I hurl the hope of spontaneous inspiration

choke on this thought of exclamation

of salvation.

Maybe each one of us is divine.

If we focus hard enough the water is wine

but then why?

Can't we relate?

Hate instead of innate understanding

communicate that grace

that is felt when you meet eye to eye with someone else's face.

These ties and bonds are strong

in the simplicity of why it's wrong

to murder and steal

for we all feel the weight at the end of the day,

bearing the burdens we take to our graves

and each one of our shoulder blades

struggle to hold our fates.

Difference is in the eye of the beholder.

But if we all shoulder a different mind set

I think we could find that

we're really all the same.

Different regions and cultures

preachin the others are vultures

instead of sharing in the sultries of this brotherhood of man

Perhaps the difference in game plan

is because they exist in different lands

sifting different sands

but through that same pan searching for gold

we're sold on the stories we're told.

But stop and think for a second.

Contextualize their evidence

and you'll find relevance in your own.

For the same tones

are found in every time zone

sharing ideals for a good life

put down the knife and dagger

stagger your ego and flow

with the wave of spirit

you can hear it echo

from all corners of this world.

Where have all the prophets gone?

Muhammad of the Qur'an

still speeds on

but it's time to turn a new dawn.

Revelation in today's society

tends to be seen in temptation for notoriety

piety is weak and the meek inherit

nothing in the words they fail to speak.

We're reaching the end of choice

a unifying voice

must puncture this void and exploit

the technology at hand

A new message is in desperate

need to set free man

from the shackles that band him to loathe

anyone who can't feed 5000 with two loaves

Or those that believe in the one who can.

Open our hearts mind spirit and soul

so that we may empty out what was full

and replace it with the spirit of the dove

All of the prophets preached love.

Where have all the prophets gone?

Def Poetry #5

I stagger back in awe.

Simple matters stacked with withdrawal symptoms.

I'm worried I will fall.

Tripped over tied shoelaces

Left up into dried new places

Parched.

For a cool cool glass of rationality

I sit dejected from my peers.

Never ejectin that tape that got me here

introspection rejects rather than accepts my fears

and I lay to wast and suspect the coming years

of falling short.

I've not yet lost it

But negative thoughts progress like a leaky faucet

Drip, after drip.

Into the wash basin of mind,

a battle that finds me exhausted.

Tired but not beaten

For my third eye has been peekin

This whole time and I'm done eating

my words and self doubts

helpless to nothing i resolve to shout!

From the top of my lungs

I've hung myself on the top shelf

and as this self portrait grows complete

I pray thanks for the help.

For each personality impacts me personally

and this realization has been quite uplifting-

sifting through interactions

understand internalized reactions

that alter my preconceived actions

I'm done with these negative distractions.

Get the suitcase darlin, and start packin.

For this train is leaving the station,

all aboard and tickets please

this rickety self conception

hypocrisy to the outward perception

has left me to my own deceptions

But those thoughts are left waiting

as i ride this train to another destination

of understanding.

To perceive and believe are two separate things.

Reality checks in makes you come clean

wrecks in to take your dreams.

So you have to turn the two into one

cut the separation put faith in the sun

that it will rise again

so you can size up the life you're in

and begin again

to get your dreams back.

If you focus hard enough the whole world will conspire to help you.

So they say.

But this conspiracy theory of determination

leaves me to perspire in aspiration

to solve these equations,

even when I'm met with this frustrations

I don't regret or forget the tribulation

but accept and let in the explanation

that it's okay.

That it is okay.

Things may become great

but while we wait

know that it will never really be all that bad

what you have will be okay.