Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A poem by me called "Cliche" (because it is).

As Taalam Acey said before performing one of his pieces " This next piece I was told was too personal to perform, but fuck it, what is poetry if it can't be personal"? So with that being said, here goes nothing (something). lol


I know it’s been said before, but I really loved you. I mean really loved you. Loved you to the point where I’d wake up at 4 am to just get a chance to see you perform color guard, because I knew you loved it. And to see you happy made me happy, and I know this all sounds cliché but hey, I’ma say it anyway. I viewed you as an ancient temple where I studied the finest arts and mastered the hardest material, but we could still chill and watch cartoons on Saturday morning while eating cereal. And when we got intimate, the only reason I knew how to make you moan and pant was because I went from the rank of Neophyte to Hierophant, and with you, the words: Wont, Don’t, and Can’t just didn’t exist. At times you had me angry, yeah sometimes I just wished, that I never knew you, never went inside you, wished I could deny your very existence, and now our mere distance irks me. I told myself more lies than a Catholic priest tells the Congregation, but my lies weren’t aimed to dumb down minds, but for my emotional stimulation. I told myself that you cared, I even dared to think that you loved me. I received a revelation from an angel, he said, “ That girl is poison”. And I replied, “ Yes she is, but she’s also the antidote and you can quote me as you see fit”. See there’s no such thing as good without bad, right without wrong, short without long. This world works in opposites. And what may seem to be one thing, can really be the opposite, I’d better stop oh shit, this is getting into Universal Law, but fuck it, school doesn’t give it to us this raw. If only I could have learned more about the cosmos, cause most of our arguments seemed astronomical and astrological, but not logical. When it’s real………………………you know. See, I said you know, not think you know. Because we often think more than we know, instead of knowing more that we think, and when we start to sink, it’s only because our own weaknesses and insecurities punctured the boat. And by boat, I mean this carnal life, this mortal strife, I wish I could take a knife, no, not a knife, and axe. And I could axe away the sorry that has welled up inside. But I can’t because………I need to sharpen the axe some more. And then maybe, just maybe it’ll cut through, all the pain and sorrow, but it’s been a while now, there’s a new tomorrow. You were never upfront with me, so by the law of opposites, that means you were always beneath and behind me. See how clear the signs can be, when you eliminate the emotions and let the logic find thee. It seems like the more you understand about yourself, and the universe, the better you can understand women. The woman is the closest thing to God, and God doesn’t make mistakes, so when you left me, it just showed me that you weren’t really woman enough. You still had some little girl in you, but I saw the empress, which was the pearl in you. Even though I can’t paint, I would have painted a mural for you, with colorful swirls for you. Bench-pressed the WHOLE FUCKIN WORLD for you, just to feel loved by you. Because to feel loved by a real woman, is to feel loved by God, and God gives more favorable replies than simple head nods. I shoulda known. Way back then, way back when, that you surely weren’t worthy. I initiated you into my sacred temple without a background check. And consequently I would up with my back on the ground, cas you always kept me in check. I wasn’t pussy whipped, cas I still had my own voice, pussy whipped is when not you, but the pussy makes the choice. I was more like soul-tied, but the soul lied, or at least I thought it did, I really need to study more, I’m sounding like a kid. “I didn’t get what I wanted, so now I’m mad.” That’s the action of a child, how immature and sad. I wasn’t sure how much a share of stock in me was worth because there were no other worthy buyers. But now that there are, I can see that you may have gotten the deal of the century, so the price of my stock is now a lot lot higher.

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