Comeon...Get On Your Own Nerves
I know you would love to find with me...
At fault with blemishes.
A big 'ole' zit sitting on my cheek unfit!
You'd like to see me laddened with imperfection.
Finding me to spot somewhere,
Dropping errors of all kinds.
All over the place.
With speech impediments.
And incorrect language usage.
To announce to all mankind!
And you are there,
To detect each undotted 'i'.
An uncrossed 't'.
With comments I make...
You are right there to question'
Or debate for content.
'I am black!
~But how do I know that?
How far back can that be traced,
In your ancestry? ~
Before I use any restroom...
I do look over my shoulder.
You've got me wanting to protect,
My own business.
In fact,
With you around...
All of it is on lockdown!
Of late!
You feel this is your purpose.
Something that eases and comforts your mind.
Something I do...
That keeps you on my behind!
And no...
That is not an invitation.
I must be careful what I say.
You might regard that as a solicitation.
And yet,
When you observe your own reflection...
I am not there at all!
And you 'still' accuse me,
For all of your flaws.
With beliefs your insecurities are invisible.
But to whom?
You are the only one attempting to convince,
Your presence is envied.
But 'why' is it necessary,
To use me as validation?
Why me?
Why have you chosen me,
As 'your' obligation?
And 'why' if you see yourself as better...
Than any living 'thing' that walks upon the Earth!
You must remind me of it?
By getting on 'my' nerves.
Have you no self worth?
You are the one thirsting to have that acknowledged.
Comeon...
Get on your own nerves.
Feel deserving of it.
At least be brave,
And leave me alone!
I don't need you around to know I am fantastic.
Why can't you do the same?
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Another Hit For That Fix
When did the living of life,
Become the sole purpose...
To acquire things?
With a desiring that hypnotizes.
When was it that a stress accepted,
To impress others...
Leave such a disappointing affect,
That left our attachments addressed...
More valued than human beings neglected?
And who was it that decided what we possessed,
Would be taxed to never own?
To deluded ourselves and others shown.
As we condone those brave who fought our wars,
On foreign shores...
To needlessly sit hungry and homeless,
Upon city streets and curbs.
As if deserving of it to ease our nerves.
What ignorance qualified itself like this?
To become for us prioritized and not resist.
And to demand with expectations,
A picking of our own choice of entitlements.
With a decision to place insanity,
At the top of our wish list to ensure its existence.
When did the living of life,
Become the sole purpose...
To acquire things?
With a desiring.
That leaves us hypocrites hypnotized.
To feel we have rights to judge and criticize.
And today with a worship of it we can not rid.
Like addicts we pray to get another 'hit' for that 'fix'...
To satisfy that high we get.
With a numbness prescribed and legally authorized,
As we are fed our dysfunctional way of life is envied...
By those we are taught seek to take away our greatness.
And that's why they do their best to fight against us,
As we select which ones are our enemies living on their land.
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Chrome Plated Suicide
If all my dreams were a tidal wave
And every day was christmas
We could spend our lives in the drip
At the edge of the world
Cause love does things that you cant see
Its like telepathic surgery
And cuts and scrapes just like iggy pop thrown in a hole
If you take away my nerves
And leave just my words
Love would be the best thing in the world
You and me in a chrome reflection
We were born to suffer some
Please dont chase me from this jail
You know it looks so nice
If all my dreams were a microwave
And every day was summer
When I feel this way, you know
We should start our own religion
If you take away my nerves
And leave just my words
Love would be the best thing in the world
And if you take away my pain
Please dont leave my brain
Cause when I think it hurts just the same
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Defending My Right To Exist
Defending my right to exist...
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!
I looked like so and so,
And spoke like someone else.
And living in a place where nicknames were preferred,
It was rather difficult to maintain an identity.
Since being clownish and down to Earth,
Was a lesson taught.
And to be ignorant was the main objective.
Few people dared to express knowledge of anything.
Hey,
What can I say?
Even today...
This is not an exaggeration.
Needless to say,
Folks still living in that same mindset...
Seem not to be able to understand,
Why their visits to jails and prisons...
Are more frequent and have more of a priority,
Than when their 'children' were misbehaving in schools.
And teachers are blamed for this?
Defending my right to exist,
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!
However...
I was told I 'thought' I was better than everyone else,
Because I spoke as if I was 'intelligent'.
You know,
Clear and not like a...well...
Bunny rabbit!
And I had more than being a 'bad' little boy,
With going to jail on my mind.
I wanted to have my own identity for some reason.
With a wish to be successful at whatever I chose to do!
And there are those who try to convince others,
My accomplishments do not mean a thing!
And to them,
I wouldn't expect that they would.
Since I've lived to witness...
What many of them regard as important.
And hearing the children who brag,
About how much jail time they have served.
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Rating of Attention
Any comments you make,
About activities of others...
You assess as being fake.
Has been associated,
Coming from what creative debate?
Where are those of yours made?
And on what scale of 'genuine'...
Have you convinced yourself,
A rating of attention is deserving.
Without your self serving solicitation.
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I Often Wonder About This When I Am Solicited
It is difficult to remain objective...
When a solicitation comes.
It is difficult not to feel imposed upon...
When a rating is demanded,
From someone.
Does someone doing what they do,
From a love connection.
Desire to have it rated...
With a close inspection?
I often wonder about this when I am solicited.
It is difficult to remain objective...
When a a solicitation comes.
It is difficult not to feel imposed upon...
When a rating is demanded,
From someone.
And what is the ultimate purpose?
To feed an ego...
Or improve.
What if I should say I dislike what has been done?
What for that 'someone' will my comments prove?
That I don't know what I am talking about?
AND...
I am an eccentric fool?
I've been told that too many times.
That is why I refuse,
To respond to solicitations.
There is an honesty involved.
And I will protect mine too!
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Use It Or You'll Lose It
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Putting off today,
For tomorrow...
May from you disappear,
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Excuses made to hesitate,
Only dissipates what is real.
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Waiting for a day to remove double chins,
Or...
Praying someday you'll appear more thin,
Is...
Self defeating.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
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Felt That Without Description
When love came to us...
Where were the conditions?
I did not hear or see them.
I did not feel a restriction,
Slowly peeling to strip from us...
The hunger of touching.
When love came to us...
We did not care there were physical flaws.
Or blemishes of imperfection.
Only caressing kept us awed.
As we pawed and played.
In uninhabited abandonment.
When love came to us...
Why could we not keep it,
As it came to nourish.
Was there too much of it shown?
Too much to satisfy,
Until it was decided it will be there...
Whenever!
I had taken us too for granted.
And you took too much to leave me...
Finally in my own grief.
I can not believe the depth.
I have felt that without description.
Realizing my selfishness became too soon,
A demand of your attention...
I did not have the patience to wait for then!
And now with patience,
I have no peace without you...
I can announce is mine,
If in conferences we shared
Before we slept close...
Finds us in separate beds yearning.
At least...
I am in need.
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Anywhere You Run To
(david roberts)
Who will be the one you run to
Whenever its dark and cold outside
And where will you go
When you need a place to hide
Baby, did you know that Id loved you still
But I wont relax until
Youre back in my arms
Cant you see that my love is real
Darling, anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
And you know Ill find you
Anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
cause I must remind you
I would sail a boat across the sea
I would fly a plane to wherever you may be
Think you should know
That my love can only grow
But if its the last thing that Ill ever do
I swear that Ill make it back to you
Before you leave
Theres one thing that you must believe
Darling, anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
And you know Ill find you
Anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
cause I must remind you
I would sail a boat across the sea
I would fly a plane to wherever you may be
Think you should know
That my love can only grow
But if its the last thing that Ill ever do
I swear that Ill make it back to you
Before you leave
Theres one thing that you must believe
Darling, anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
And you know Ill find you
Anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
cause I must remind you
Anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
And you know Ill find you
Anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
cause I must remind you
Anywhere you run to
I will be right behind you
And you know Ill find you...
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Today... The Thought of You Disgust Me to Tears
You are just not worthy,
Of my love and loyalty.
You dismiss my attempts,
To be totally devoted...
As something owed.
As if I was born to be attracted to you.
And you,
Happened to have been doing charity work.
With a decision you made to do me a favor.
You are just not worthy,
Of my patience I give with blind tolerance.
Others tried to convince me,
I made it too easy for you to use and abuse...
My inability to stop loving you.
Others tried to convince me,
You did nothing for me but treat me like a fool.
But the fool made in this scenerio is Y-O-U.
And you've proven that is if proud to announce it.
Well...
There is nothing left for you to announce.
No integrity left for you to save.
I use to think of you as being bold and brave.
Honest to a fault and inspiring.
Today...
The thought of you disgust me to tears.
Any picture I have of you,
Sitting high on a pedestal in my mind...
I seek to medicate to have you removed.
Anything to get me to feel I am cleansed.
The thought of ever being near you,
Embraced in a nakedness, exposed to show truth...
Has left me feeling cheap and dirty!
You disgust me to tears.
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Today... The Thought of You Disgust Me to Tears
You are just not worthy,
Of my love and loyalty.
You dismiss my attempts,
To be totally devoted...
As something owed.
As if I was born to be attracted to you.
And you,
Happened to have been doing charity work.
With a decision you made to do me a favor.
You are just not worthy,
Of my patience I give with blind tolerance.
Others tried to convince me,
I made it too easy for you to use and abuse...
My inability to stop loving you.
Others tried to convince me,
You did nothing for me but treat me like a fool.
But the fool made in this scenerio is Y-O-U.
And you've proven that is if proud to announce it.
Well...
There is nothing left for you to announce.
No integrity left for you to save.
I use to think of you as being bold and brave.
Honest to a fault and inspiring.
Today...
The thought of you disgust me to tears.
Any picture I have of you,
Sitting high on a pedestal in my mind...
I seek to medicate to have you removed.
Anything to get me to feel I am cleansed.
The thought of ever being near you,
Embraced in a nakedness, exposed to show truth...
Has left me feeling cheap and dirty!
You disgust me to tears.
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Difficult to forget
It is difficult to forget near ones
They won’t be missed by some one
But by persons of close vicinity
And all members of the family
We may go on missing them forever
One day they may fade away however
They may still come and invade the memory
You may think and add to tension and worry
Any new place of similar nature may force you to think
You will slip into deep memory and try to sink
It will give you momentary relief and some kind of joy
Even though it is sad to miss any one and enjoy
We are sentimental and everything has some attachment
We may try to get near it and make happy comments
When that thing becomes thing of past
Some memory may not be forgotten and long last
More you cry and miss
He will get shock and a pulse
Where ever he is, he will have pain
As he will be in heavenly abode to remain
Insted do a thing which was so dear
He always tried for to be near
He will be with you for the years
And remind you he is with you and in your tears
These are unforgettable painful moments
There are no words left for comments
Yet we go on remembering them as and when feel free
We may have all comforts as if sitting under the shed of tree
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Sidetracked By an Ego Boost
Keep believing you're the last best thing on Earth.
I'm sure to you that has a worth!
You remind me frequently I do not meet your expectations...
Or satisfy your preference list!
You call to tell me this all the time!
As if you'd like me to play along,
To keep what I'm missing in my mind.
It's your choice to insist on playing hard to get!
But if you notice this at all...
I have shown no interest!
I'm holding nothing back to stall,
To participate in debate or conquests!
And the 'last best thing on Earth',
Wouldn't bother me to suggest I'm less than dirt.
Unless you feel you have been picked over?
Sidetracked by an ego boost...
You need me to help you hoist!
And the last of anything I select to be with me,
Is not the first thing on my mind I would want!
It certainly wouldn't be...
Anything I'd give time to consider,
As an opportunity!
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Until It Is Seen
Since they don't think of themselves,
As great.
Their activities produce...
Far less than great things.
What's in the mind,
People will find around them!
You know...
Seek to find,
For validation!
I grew up around some 'Dare to Be Brilliant People'.
All we had was our minds.
And early acquaintances with a can opener!
We were challenged then to use our minds...
And look our best!
These were in schools,
Before the 'Let's Move Away From 'Them' Those Negros'...
Days.
I remember too well,
When they were implemented.
Like the beginning of the ending of something.
You know...
It's like the feeling one gets,
When someone else does something stupid.
And you want to reach out...
But the 'I'm Better Than You' look is given!
So one backs off,
And does their own thing.
One backs off,
And observes the mistakes occurring.
One backs way off...
When insults begin to be thrown!
And this is condoned by the environment!
And backed by government policies.
Introduced to protect the greed of thieves.
Since they don't think of themselves,
As great.
Not face to face.
Their activities produce...
Far less than great things.
What's in the mind,
People will find around them.
To distort their existence.
With an enhanced ignorance.
Like devastation one creates.
And choosing to describe it...
In a way that it does not affect,
A reflection of their insecurities.
And wishing they could move away from them...
Like something they find disgusting!
To invent their own demise.
One accepted as more trusting.
And one that can be disguised.
But those with early acquaintances,
With a can opener...
Had been 'conditioned' to observe these events,
From distances.
And with opened eyes.
In a rejected effectiveness!
That begins to disturb.
And peel slowly away,
To expose and pain the nerves.
Of those who choose their conflicts,
To battle on fields no longer appealing.
Comes back to affect those now desperate.
Those expressing a social and mental,
Defectiveness!
And banning together to protest...
Their 'upsetness' in regret!
And in a massive state of denial.
But these days 'from' them,
They can not push away.
Like visions on a TV set!
They can turn off and go play!
Today those 'visions' are there,
To show them how they came.
And how they got that way.
And an ugliness prepares to come to sit.
And visit!
Until it is seen.
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Remember This
Stop blaming those effects,
You did not expect to affect you life...
In the way they have,
On me or others to depress.
You picked and chose,
With a careful selection...
Every aspect,
In full consciousness.
You are the receiver of your beliefs.
Whether you accept that or not.
And apparently those decisions,
You alone made without initial regret...
Have come to stare you in the face.
And this makes you upset.
Why?
Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
So do not accuse me 'now'...
Of having no empthy towards you to show.
OR none coming from me to you to express.
Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
And if I had not...
That would have led to an argument,
You would have kept to never forgive or forget!
Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
And doing that,
I have learned what is best to protect...
With a peace that has welcomed my happiness.
Remember this...
I have given to you 'exactly' what you wished!
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Find little favor
Readers are like bournvita tonic
Create stir in mind with panic
They reflect the opinion with precise comment
Make to rejoice or to feel bad with no room to resent
I feel certainly at heart
It touches like pointer from the start
Leaves behind some impression of imperfection
A remedy that is needed for speedy rectification
Poems with no message find little favor
Create an image for poet with some kind of honor
A rare gesture of achievement for an individual
Not to be taken in isolation or treated as casual
Poems do matter less
But not in all the cases
How great I feel at heart?
When they pass comments to appreciate the craft
I may and in fact all must observe
Dedicate self for cause to serve
It may not create impact soon
But help others to see shining sun
We are the reflection and true medium
Not all may come up with same level or maximum
Yet their intention can be well read between lines
Many issues remain on fore and many can remain on side lines
It is always good to be aligned live with communication
Respond to their observation with quick and find quotation
Well judged reply may move them from their stated position
Understand the point and support the well crafted composition
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Created To Be Implemented
Inconsistencies,
And those 'fronting'...
With a smothering up,
Of their hypocrisies...
Are all over the place!
Try avoiding them without being affected.
And the ones self righteous,
Declaring themselves 'normal'?
The 'standard' bearers?
Need not go too far from any mirror,
To do an honest self evaluation.
Conflicts, turmoil...
And other problems today that exist?
Have been created to be implemented,
By those refusing...
To zero in on their own flaws and blemishes.
Try avoiding them without being affected.
Or attempt to exit from a baiting into a debate.
To leave unscathed and rated to feel depreciated.
And if one can do this to feel an accomplishment?
A miracle has been witnessed.
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Just For Being
I agree with your assessments,
And the judgements that you've passed.
They are yours...
And not mine to argue.
The peace I reflect,
I did not purchase!
Or am I about to barter it away!
However...
Blemishes I have I do not hide.
I had no one there,
Protecting me with shelter...
To deny what others saw
When I appeared outside.
Sometimes followed by the law.
Just for being who I am.
A black man who is a descendent,
Of 'this' and not of foreign lands!
I wish I could sit and help others,
To dismiss their own conflicts...
With insecurities they self-inflict.
The scars I wear are not from fear.
Or from dodging comments from critics!
Whether they are far or near.
I am not here to re-adjust my appearance,
For anyone!
And whether or not that is clear...
Makes no difference,
To someone who has survived...
Out of the bowels of indifferences,
From all kinds who thrive.
Regardless of who I 'regard'...
As being in or out of their minds!
I am blessed not to have them,
Define my life at anytime!
I am not one to solicit confinement.
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With A Minimal Of Effort To Convince
Isn't it easier to accuse another,
With the finding of excuses done...
For that which we do to initiate,
Than it is to step forward...
Without the presence of a safety net.
Or running behind those we 'contaminate'...
Who are willing to defend us and protect.
Isn't it easier to accuse anyone for that matter,
With a making up of excuses done on a daily basis...
For what it is we do that we implement consciously,
As long as we know...
We can fool anyone to buy anything,
From us we bring to them to sell...
With a minimal of effort to convince we are innocent.
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As If I Was A Puppy Orphaned By Love
I too have had those days...
Although the Sun would shine,
Without a cloud against the blue sky.
And there I would layin bed...
Wanting what I saw to go away.
Just so I could wallow,
In deep and unwarranted ugliness.
'Would you leave me alone.
Misery is here making a visit.'
I just did not feel cheerful.
And I made sure I wasn't going to feel,
Any other way.
I have had those days!
And there would be times,
Buckets of rain would be pouring down.
Enough to blind a fish,
Trying to find a school to belong to.
And there I'd be walking slowly in it...
As if I was a puppy orphaned by love.
I've stopped attempting to analyze my moods.
Or listening to others trying to convince me...
I am unfulfilled.
No...
I'm not unfulfilled.
I just go with the flow.
I have notice one thing about myself though...
I don't complain.
And I dare anyone to tell me,
The last time they heard me do it!
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Mother Not Nice
Sitting in Starbucks I couldn't help but hear
A women talking mean her son while I was sitting near.
She ends up hitting him—
what the ____this is very grim...
Why bring him to a business meeting
where child now has to have a score card-
A score card—for what?
A child is a child why
treat him with this regard.
Why do parents even have kids
let alone bring them to a public place—
where a child who is scolded and
made to feel a disgrace.
We are still living the old planetary dream—
everything in the extreme—
Child is not at fault for wanting to go outside-
why did she bring him along when he could of stayed
inside—inside his house with his father who was home—
people are not realistic—I could go on and on.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 15,2012
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