Dear Men

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Dear Men

Sad Poems and Lonely Tunes

Pray me away from sad poems and lonely tunes,

I don’t need them seeing what the world is coming to,

If I may need friends I’ll be calling you

But don’t recite the words I write, I know you’re lonely too

Don’t leave your house at night, the darkness rules

Don’t leave your house when it’s light, it burns too

Don’t sneeze, best believe it could be your last, excuse you

I have to leave, and I have to go without kissing you. Excuse me too.

 

Pray me away from sad poems and lonely tunes

Though my pen is itching to scribble and talk to you

Of the pain from dysfunctional relationships, the only truth

You’ll never get to see, how I never get to be the youth

You wanted me to be, well, I never really had a clue

Except for blank sheets of paper, I fear I’ll never know you

But now I can’t write you, the world seeps evil,

I wouldn’t wish for it to reach you

 

So pray me away from sad poems and lonely tunes

That cup’s already full, I don’t want to add

So much sadness on the face on the moon

For she sees too the fate of the world

But what is a poet to do, locked in a room

With all of his tools, staring out a window

Losing my cool about how much we don’t know

Must choose what I’ll do as the world goes to ruins

Otherwise, I’ll just go whistling a lonely tune.

 

If I must write to cope, to find hope in time

Adjust life of course, in case, the time is ripe

To go home or not, remain alone behind

It might cut it close, pray for a longer while

So I put in prose, these thoughts of mine

The dark lyrics and haunting rhymes

I might not make it, that’s why I urge a smile

That’s all that I have now, so I’ll just write

‘bout a sad world I pray you don’t recite.

Everything is within arms reach
Every dream on folded arms sleep
Until reality hits and real life teach
About everything that we cannot reach

If it is what it is I’m rich
Only if it is what I believe it is
Water, wine, a little balance and I should reach
What is mine, and I might find peace

Everything is within arms reach
Freedom, riches, all that I seek
Fame, fortune and the little niceties
Are hidden in places you do not see

If it is what it is I’m me
If I am who I am then we
Have to, out of the letters we see
Find a single one we can be

Cross my heart, and hope to die
If I don’t get a chance to dance with you tonight
All my life, I wondered why
A heart like yours can never be mine
To say the truth, just to redefine
Apart from you, everything else is a lie
I’m high on drugs, the reason why?
I’m trying to find a better view
That bird’s eye, the hunter’s clue
I keep thinking if I tried to put my hands on your thigh
Will it even for a second light a spark in your eye?
Will you see me as a perv? Call the bouncers of this club
Toss me out into the night, it’s a risk but worth your while
But I do nothing, seems like a choice is all that I have
But between that and a chance at your behind I choose to grind, and dream you’ll ride
Like stretch my hand, that instance then say, “that’s my song, if you don’t mind”
Boy child’s life is hard, but that’s between me and my guy
We both hope I toss the dice, okay by me should you decline
Telepathy and love, I’m trying to reach you through my mind
I think I would have been better off blind,
Not see all the splendor of creation in but a single smile
I have to mention that your boyfriend’s but a simple guy
Though unlike him I have no vehicle, but the way that I drive
It’s entirely off the playbook
You will for eternity walk these Miles
None of these obstacles will block my way, a man is a man, a man tries
I won’t complain, because outside is where a man dies
Life’s a gamble, and there’s the cost of playing
But I’m a man with little to his name,
Except simple things like pain
It’s my loss all the same, again I attempt to gain
At the slightest chance you know my name
But just in case I make an angel angry, and you call fire from heaven like rain
I cross my heart and hope to die.
Everyone does, we’ll meet again.

CROSS MY HEART, AND HOPE TO DIE

Cross my heart, and hope to die
If I don’t get a chance to dance with you tonight
All my life, I wondered why
A heart like yours can never be mine
To say the truth, just to redefine
Apart from you, everything else is a lie
I’m high on drugs, the reason why?
I’m trying to find a better view
That bird’s eye, the hunter’s clue
I keep thinking if I tried to put my hands on your thigh
Will it even for a second light a spark in your eye?
Will you see me as a perv? Call the bouncers of this club
Toss me out into the night, it’s a risk but worth your while
But I do nothing, seems like a choice is all that I have
But between that and a chance at your behind I choose to grind, and dream you’ll ride
Like stretch my hand, that instance then say, “that’s my song, if you don’t mind”
Boy child’s life is hard, but that’s between me and my guy
We both hope I toss the dice, okay by me should you decline
Telepathy and love, I’m trying to reach you through my mind
I think I would have been better off blind,
Not see all the splendor of creation in but a single smile
I have to mention that your boyfriend’s but a simple guy
Though unlike him I have no vehicle, but the way that I drive
It’s entirely off the playbook
You will for eternity walk these Miles
None of these obstacles will block my way, a man is a man, a man tries
I won’t complain, because outside is where a man dies
Life’s a gamble, and there’s the cost of playing
But I’m a man with little to his name,
Except simple things like pain
It’s my loss all the same, again I attempt to gain
At the slightest chance you know my name
But just i case I make an angel angry, and you call fire from heaven like rain
I cross my heart and hope to die.
Everyone does, we’ll meet again.
@Miles_OG

A victim of habit
Always running
Only feeling
The rhythm while in transit

That’s why my movement
Is step by step
An improvement
In retrospect

It is okay
Everything works out
If this is my day
My middle finger is stuck out

I care a lot
About little
I care a little
About a lot

I love and hope
I hate and cope
Never have and hold
Yet I’m not old

So steer clear
All I know is my own
What a wonderful idea dear
But I must keep searching for home

The Poet Cries

I see pairs
I stop and stare
Gauge the odds and evens
The whole point of it, and reasons
And with logic establish rhetorics
With sound mind, engage
Try to look past the hands held
The lipstick stains left, the kisses
Hugs, the deposits plus big investments
Nerves, the fulfillment of better halves
My complicated status a shadow
Of the light that shines off
The simplicity of lovelihood
And why the poet can’t write his way into a heart
Why the poet builds virtual situations, of dreams he’s never had
Of doubts that he ever will
Why with all this skill
The poet still starves
He watches, but is too scared to love
If only he could ask, the poet could have
But the tasks at hand
The urge to understand
The secret behind beauty and brains
Truth for the poet to pen,
The reality, the sadness, the loneliness and the pain
But then, creativity flows from the same
The river so deep the poet could drown
Forever live on and never die
And for this reason
The Poet cries

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I have read volumes
I have analysed even more
I have observed
I have been keen and I have listened
I have tried new possibilities, lost myself in the process
I have questioned continuity, I have tasted bile, sugar
Chewed pepper and swallowed papers
All for the pursuit of knowledge and total exuberance
I have reached limits, I have seen ends
I have made beginnings
But for every new experience
For every tidbit of new information I have come across
There is the realization that I haven’t learned, seen, heard or possessed any knowledge or capability at all.
None
With every new information, I realize I don’t know
I don’t know
I haven’t ever known

Behind The Sins

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She saw in his eyes something
Something beguiling
Something her naive mind couldn’t behold
Something about how dark they seemed
Something about how cold his gaze felt
How chilly his moods
How within the calm, there came the thrill that moved her to embrace her own emptiness
She knew something lay in the void of his heart
Something wild, something buried
Her treasure to unearth
And she knew
What had to be done.

He had had his moments
For a few seasons ahead of her, he had traversed
Like every other teenager those days,
Had tried and tested, then tested again
Perched on a few trees and probably nested
Knew a thing or two, about hearts and how to woo
A few years younger, wouldn’t be too bad
Plus the way she looked at him
Like he was, some precious stone
Like there was a rainbow in the ferocious storm
In his eyes, and a pot of gold
For her to find.
He yearned control,
And knew what had to be done

Having been there, he showed her
On the pathways to passion became her chauffeur
Blew her mind, with emotions she hadn’t known
Took her depths and had her drown
Imprinted himself onto everything she felt
And kindled the flames and flares
He showed her the ropes and she got so entangled
That she couldn’t move, unless he said
That she couldn’t breathe, when he was in range
Showed her, all the things
Except the dirt, behind the sins

He and she
Somehow became they
The wildest dreams, you could portray
The best in her,
The best in him, the much she saw
How he filled her once empty heart
How the light in him she did ignite
How she had no doubts, that it would last, to the last of days

One can start a fire during winter
And enjoy the warmth
Bask in the glow and for a minute forget the cold
But, winter’s winter
And as the ice keeps falling
The fire needs wood, constant logging

She wanted him
She wanted him to keep indulging her
She wanted him to want her again
She wanted things as crazy as they used to be
Before she had known,
She wanted assurance to what she had known all along
She knew his words ran short, but still wanted to hear him say it over and over
For she was a girl
And his silence wasn’t helping either
Why wasn’t he about her
Somehow they had become her
She was all of a sudden in a relationship with their past
Like all those years had bore no meaning
All those good moments weren’t good enough fighting for
Like she wasn’t worth dreaming of
Like her shoulders weren’t good enough leaning on

She has since become a free spirit
And covers ground
Gets ground
Flies with the wind, lives on instinct
Telling herself nothing can hold her back
Tells me life is short,
Insists on capturing the moment
Behind the pretty face and the smile
Behind the philosophies and the lies
I know lies the explorer
Behind all she does, she seeks elsewhere what she once knew
Behind the sins lie the emptiness
Behind the sins sit some hope, that somehow those embers will be rekindled.