In short

some think there
is an art to
writing
poetry
but they don't realize
most people speak poetically
with out
sitting down and sketching
a sonnet or a villanelle
using metaphors that no one understand
fuck the word poetry for all its worth
fuck the English language they taught to me at birth
fuck all the things that tell me what i should be
fuck you if you doubt me
this its something u dont have to read..
i know you looking at this asking
"why such vulgarity"
you know what i say fuck that.
the shit is in the dictionary
of which i was taught my native tongue
but if i use it I am deemed wrong
fuck that bitch of an ass hole for telling me
its a curse word.
why these?
these small words
that people say
are bad.
yet they fall right besides "good" words in
the book of truth
damn shit ass
words we use.
Bitch is a female dog
and it comes after bit and bite
those are bad words to right?
NO
they are actions we perform daily
so laugh it up!
tell me I'm wrong
for using the book
that taught me my native tongue
in its entirety
fuck you
for judging me
based on how i speak
i use it to write my poetry
you can write peotry to
sit down
clear ya mind
record your experience over time
in every scheme
in every line
but don't call me a poet
my life just happens to rhyme.

It Gets no better!!!!!!!!!!

spoken just enough
to shock you like cold hands
on hot flesh
while all the rest
come close but fall just short of
the best
i rest
unless they attempt to create the space
in between my mentality
and me delegating authority
of words
and the actions of verbs
in my head.

My words are the Picasso paintings on cave walls
before Picasso had a name
they paved the way for intelligent
through
written on ignorant brains.
But the mind stretches and accepts exceptions
except the ties between
loving the artist and dying for the artistry.

Heart Made of See Through Stone (Villanelle)

I am as weak as your tired ass lies.
Guess what? I'm through with you.
I am drowned by the puddles of my silent cries.

The joke is on you to your surprise.
A friendship and break up long over due.
I am as weak as your tired ass lies.

To a love that never dies:
Even though you did not intend to offend,
I am drowned by the puddles of my silent cries.

Your Medusa head exposed through the Aphrodite disguise
Now you sit singing sad songs of blues.
I am weak as your tired ass lies.

I am still in love with the one i despise.
I loved you all the way to the end.
I am drowned by the puddles of my silent cries.

Now the joke is on me I realize.
Got me good, Loved me right, broke my heart, no chance to amend,
I am as weak as your tired ass lies,
I am drowned by the puddles of my silent cries.

My Mirror Image

so slim, sleek and fashionable
nothing seems wrong in your world.
Yea!
Young and strong yet internally whipped by the pain
associated with being
GReat.
Your word savvy mouth becomes verbal abuse
for the
Incompetent.
Yet your humble nature keeps
protectors on those weapons.
You are who I am.
I dwell in you.
But even as my reflection
you have your own shoes to fill.
your still young body
20ish
Right?
Long road ahead of you
even if time is short..
for your many years of growth
realize that your
words become
YOUR IDENTITY
so Fuck them.