Whispers of Maturity

“Maturity”

You mean ignorant, and confuseded.

Listening to others, image reflects bruises.

Ask no questions, winners always loses.

“Maturity”

You mean CNN educated, Idiot box approveded?

Hooked on mind control, and purpose useless?

Intelligence a myth, winners always loses?

Whispers of “maturity”

Originating from flimsy facts.

When factored out, the facts bounced back.

Can John provide the true perception of Jack?

Whispers?

Originating from the fact, of a fact, of that fact, of the fact.

Whispers of “maturity”

Does Peter’s shoes make him walk?

Or branded clothes write his love’s name in chalk?

Does protected plastic jump on his sweet rock?

Does his degree place him on money’s boardwalk?

Maturity, the quality of being mature.

Webster says, it is not a process you endure.

It’s something already completed.

Finished, no need to be repeated.

Peter says walk and he walks.

Peter says love and it talks.

Peter says condoms must be in stock.

Peter says my beginning is at that boardwalk.

“Maturity”

You mean progress, when it’s already completed?

Requesting more, when it’s already been depleted?

Attempt to conquer, when it’s already been defeated?

Whispers

Now silent, since I defined the word.

I prefer growing, anything else sounds absurd.

Growing, pass on the new elegance of this word.

She reacted

As my thoughts filled her mind like a gentle breeze
She reacted with litotes
Not bad she says, I feel your energy
But to me there was still some negativity
Not giving me my full props just stationary
On how I could improve my well being
And I hope to be
That one to speak and make her glee
But I worry
That it just wasn't meant to be
Cause her view of me I can't be
And I know she fucking hates me
But she really hates herself
The hate so deep within it affects her health
The bags in her eyes start to make internal lines
Begging all gods for that same shine
But I don't shine I glow
And it blinds the eyes so
I can see the extent of the damage
And it has to be great cause she trying to handle it
But the story begins in some twisted dominance spin
I had wrote my life
I finished the book
Held my breath for her praises
But the bitch wouldn't even look
My words like the last breath of Caesar
I can't believe I wasted my life trying to please her
Why is it when I paint a picture...
I am defamed by my own sister?
I'm trying to reach to my sister that gave to me
Trying to show her what I've done from what she showed me
But my sister nothing like a teacher
More like the injured star warming the bleachers
Saying she wish it could be her
And this is why
When my thoughts filled her mind like a gentle breeze
She reacted with litotes

One Night Stand

One Night Stand

 

As I walked the lonely Avenue of  Singlewood,

My path crowded by unkempt bushes and the stench of burning wood. 

Burning, not to keep warm or to till an appetiet, 

It was cause I had lost my sight, 

The paths and dirt were made to be gathered

Made to shape ones feet, but mine, 

Mine shattered. 

So my soles needed a refresher.

I crowned me "Queen" and requested a jester. 

Just a quick refill of fresh H2O.

Though my bushes brown and fresh pavement filled with holes.

I departed from Singlewood into a vibrant downtown. 

Made a couple of stops, but my breath, 

my breath

still made no sound.  

As my blinker made for a detour,

Out of the rear view mirror I saw something to adore.

Mapping out my path to One Night Street.

I took my self to the imaging shop to be critique.

But paying for poor quality my imagine had been unruly.

When this report came to view, I was already watching the movie.

My dam was built for only mild floods,

Prepared you were, more than I was.

Your touch,

Touch

Must have made me die.

My life up to that moment flashed before my eyes.

Knowledge and wisdom jumped me from behind.

Drenched from my cheeks to my chin, relief continued to rewind

From my soul to all my limbs, in ecstasy I could be found.

From the bowels of my belly my breath did oh so sound.  

Til the end of the end it's surprising how it begin.

Thoughts of a one night stand that didn't end.

Map points changed making my new soles move.

The rhythm of the sound made the soul of my soles stroll to a new grove. 

Like its your Last

I was told to party everyday like it was your last.
So I started to drink until I passed,
Out.
On the couch being hit by a locomotive.
Drinking and drinking until I became the token,
Drunk.
I am a house with no walls.
Tumbling down a rugged path where everything falls,
Down.
I must have came down like the towers.
When I got back up cursed that I missed the showers,
Of Wisdom.

Acting like I was Katrina's sister,
Feeling like Celie when she saw mister,
Changing my style thinking this a,
Help me understand why the party was in the Vista,
But it was my own doing,
My own desert less ruins.

Party is a metaphor to be mindful and gay.
But some how I ended onward in the wrong way.

My Precious and Dear Time

I wonder where my time has gone? I mean, I placed it in my back pocket. I remember saying, "Give me a second and I will get to you later."

I contacted the proper authorities to alert them that I had lost my time. I stressed to them that it was very precious and dear to me. They asked me where I usually kept my time. I told them that I usually kept it in my back pocket, in yesterday, and in the future. I advised them that I often lost my time, and there were times it was stolen from me.

One of the officers shook his head, and without looking in my direction said, "Well...once the sun has set, time is but a faded memory. I will give you something that should keep your time yours." I ecstatically replied, "What is it?" He said, "The moment."

My Ring

My Ring

I have been contemplating why you love me so.
So I step out my shoes, and decided to watch the show.

You view me, as if I birth you myself.
As I sit on the shelf, with no else.
Your love, as deep as the Caribbean Sea.
And no ship can cross it, but me.
Your waves, in utmost tranquility.
And the rhythm of my heart, controls the sea.
Unconditional infinite bound, as I would describe.
As if the world, had just come alive.

Isolated from the universe, when our eyes meet.
So deep you feel for me, your soul skips a beat.
I am your Sun, but not defined as big and bright.
It's because your an elliptical orbit, and rather enjoy my sight

My love, a mirror to your ambiance,

So the show didn't change a thing.

It just explains why I got this ring.

P.O.O.R

P.O.O.R
Written thezenix

In the line at D.S.S
Negativity was not at rest,
Because they use the words poor and poverty.

Those like me are filled with no hope.
We have the yarn but can’t seem to make the rope.
Because they use the words poor and poverty.

I have more integrity, with the white supremacy,
Than the social workers even dare to give me.
Because they use the words poor and poverty.

Poverty is making below the average pay.
But at the end of the day
It’s my blood and sweat that cleans up after the average pay.
But they still use the words poor and poverty.

So when they asked me was I in poverty,
I said no no no, I’m richer than I’ll ever be.
If the repo man comes I have something of infinite value and that is me,
And P.O.O.R I have not been since the age of 23.
P.O.O.R is an adjective that don’t describe me.
I don’t Pass Over Opportunities Repeatedly.

P.O.O.R is what they wish me to be,
But I’ve stopped Passing Over Opportunities Repeatly.

Being P.O.O.R is a state of I refused to be labeled.
I have been through that stage and am now willing and able.
Cause P.O.O.R made me think twice about my education,
It made me numb when it was time for sensation.
But the worst thing of all P.O.O.R made me,
Was drop my pen and change the blub when the light was shining brightly,
And there was a point where I lost faith in my writing.
I passed over the opportunity to bring a gift to those that was once alive.
And since I am not in the spotlight thousands are deprived.
I’m not bragging or getting a big head,
But even you are in your chair on the edge.

I replied to the social worker, being P.O.O.R aint’ for me,
And I bet there a million more in the lobby.
I did apologize for getting so amp.
And you better believe I still took them food stamps.