storm

Haze and gray clouds maze down and shroud
the sky; as rain falls thunder claps cry aloud.
And upon the porch, a slippery plank lie;
a dangerous fate; a predestined time.
But then its to late you trip and commence
shattering glass fragments.
Slit wrists and bloody fingertips
drenched in soggy wine drips
as you slip to the floor; drift off and snore.
Blood stains and gore as you
bleed out and breathe out no more;
drift on to explore; ride off on the storm.

metropolitan motion

Constant commotion,

metropolitan motion.

Sirens sings,

like city sirens.

Like traffic lights blink

and turn signal wink,

city lights twinkle

like little stars everywhere.

How I love these starry nights.

what the fucks poetry?

what the fuck's poetry?
pen that shit potently?
purposefully like a
prodigy; perfectly like i'm
practicing; practically
proportioned prose;
professional syllables;
predominate style;
primarily powerful
proclamations permanently
pronounced by the
preponderance of phonics;
like im the king of this poetry shit

purgatory prayer

Getting high like cocaine
as i fly higher then your rogaine;
wishing i was snowboarding
not falling outta college.
When i die, lord may i touch the sky
and get smashed by a meteorite.
Bright like fireworks delight,
slope side friday night lights,
cliff drops down crater runs, having fun;
praising Allah for five hundred or so
extra vertical, name it mount heavenly.
My ghost will call it mount purgatory;
invites for eternity; who's joining me?

write power

Suppose a bunch of crayons began to organize in clans;
separated by color and ceased to intermingle.
It'd probably be simple and easy to slip into to
convinced by silly notions like we belong together
and you look like my brother... whatever.
To some degree it's probably natural; evolution's a bastard;
but I got a question; I think we should consider.
Which group of crayons would create the best picture?
hmm... (a pause for the ignorant)
The answer is simple!

one for the ladies

I wish i could write a sexy poem
soft and loving to get her going;
slow and steady to get her trembling;
hot and heavy to break the levee.

untitled

Life's funny with its ups and downs;
make records of your time a ground;
like temperatures there's hots and colds;
all time highs and all time lows;
scatterplot like celsius syllables;
degrees positive and negative;
everythings relative;
life's like a pointless line;
to ride down the apex of time;
meaning.... undefined.

spring feeling

I love farmland in spring,
and new beginnings,
and winning in extra innings.
I love a fat lady singing,
barbecues, chilling, grilling;
no curfews, imported brews;
a lime or two beautiful women;
swimming in ocean michigan.
Bond fires waterside,
with fire flies flying by;
whiskey bottle by my side;
sitting, sipping, simply wishing
summertime would continue.
But autumn's harvest won't be far off
and winter blowing in is looking grim.

jibber ish

early class i'm despising
i'm dreading morning sunrise
alarm clock surprise
tick tock mornings hazy
college is so lazy
knock knock to the real world
can you hear me... clearly
can you feel me .... really
everybody's hustling
bzzzzzusily bzzzzzzustling
i musta been like a bee
to busyzzzzz to see beyond the trees
i need to flea the hive and get high
to free my mind and get by
and now i'm wondering why
did the stars collide and elements
align, twist, smash, and combine
in such fine fashion that
i'm so sly and so fly
i'm wondering why
i'm not hovering..........
just hanging on the ride
cymbal..... tempo simple
wrist carrying the time
watch on......
as i glide away fine
I need jaaaaazzzz music in my life
i need jazz music in times of strife
i need jazz music to study all night
jazz music has me feeling allright