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.