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Into her
Is she into me
Im tryin to find out before I tell her the thoughts I have
Internally
About us
Intimately
Embraced
Encompassed in a dance that lasts
Indefinitely
The liar in me
Wants to tell you that ill always treat you
Exceptionally
But the good in me is back from vacation
And just wont let me
Deceitfully
Confess to you untruths though I could do so
Believeably
But that would be to act
Selfishly
Instead of considering whats best for both of us
equally
And that doesn’t work for me
Because im trying to help not hinder you in the path to whatever
You choose to be
Truthfully
I see myself as your soldier defending your heart
Dutifully
And you filling the void where mine
Used to be
Taking away the pain that once
Was all I could see
Like novocain to my brain
Flowing right through me
Use me
Not as a means to an end but as a tool as a light to find your way
When the sun cant be found
Its my way of saying that no matter what
Ill always be around
Theres a chain on my soul
Im ready to give up the key
Cuz Im into you
But only if your into me?

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See the problem is
You want Prince Charming
But that aint me
No sword glittering at the hilt
no trusty steed
If you had to name me
How about the Prince of Imperfection
The prince who sometimes looks at other girls and gets an erection
The prince who lies through his teeth though I said to you I never could
The prince who cries in his sleep though admit it I never would
The prince who sometimes tells you exactly what you want to hear
to preserve the false reality that you’ve been holding dear
The prince of break ups and heart breaks
The prince of make ups and heart aches
The prince
who you told to wait

So I wait
patiently at times
though you can sometimes see my frustration hidden in my rhymes
cuz this prince is imperfect as I said
and though patience is a virtue its not whats running through my head

Cuz I dont want us to make a love story
I want it to be a love epic
A never ending continuation of that first feeling of infatuation
that first moment that we got flirtateous
and the first time our lips were embracing
a repitition of sight smell and touch
page after page telling of our lust
or trust
our strive for perfection
and for our souls compass to point in the heavenly direction

All this courtesy of an imperfect prince
whose current cause is to get you completely convinced
not that Im the best man
Not that Im the only one
But that I will do all I can
to put you in a place better than when we first begun
and though now I admit Im not the charming prince you’re wishing for
You will see that I fit that profile just a little bit more
and while you’re patient prince is waiting for you to to pick all the pieces off the floor
This imperfect prince is anxious, ready, and waiting to help rebuild
and is knocking at your door

Into Me

Posted: July 10, 2010 in General, Old Poetry, Poetry
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Whenever I write I try to impress myself. I feel like this is one of the pieces I have written which did surprise and impress me….

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Into her

Is she into me

I’m trying to find out before I tell her the thoughts I have

Internally

About us

Intimately

Embraced

Encompassed in a dance that lasts

Indefinitely

The liar in me

Wants to tell you that ill always treat you

Exceptionally

But the good in me is back from vacation

And just wont let me

Deceitfully

Confess to you untruths though I could do so

believably

But that would be to act

Selfishly

Instead of considering whats best for both of us

equally

And that doesn’t work for me

Because im trying to help not hinder you in the path to whatever

You choose to be

Truthfully

I see myself as your soldier defending your heart

Dutifully

And you filling the void where mine

Used to be

Taking away the pain that once

Was all I could see

Like Novocaine to my brain

Flowing right through me

Use me

Not as a means to an end but as a tool as a light to find your way

When the sun can’t be found

Its my way of saying that no matter what

I’ll always be around

Theres a chain on my soul

I’m ready to give up the key

Cuz I’m into you

But only if your into me?

Paradox: –noun 1. a statement or proposition that seems self-contradictory or absurd but in reality expresses a possible truth.

Conundrum: –noun 1. a riddle, the answer to which involves a pun or play on words

I have a paradox which has somewhat turned into a Conundrum.

Paradox: I want to post poetry my blog, but any poetry I post cannot be submitted to the eZine I found, which publishes a limited number of poetry books per year because they want ‘first rights’.

Conundrum: How do I post poetry to a poetry blog without automatically disqualifying it from publication.

The answer to my conundrum and paradox turns out to be post older work now, create new things, post some, submit the rest. So, the next few poems I post here will actually be poems which have made previous appearances on my Facebook, but they are still quality poems. The poem about to be posted now is one in a series of poems from the same perspective, and I am very fond of it. But dont worry, new work is in the works. Hold tight fans, the wait is almost over.

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I the lonely actor

Stand solemnly on the stage

Beyond its lights I dare not cross

For in the darkness is a war I dare not wage

I am a prisoner

Self contained

Holding the keys to my own freedom

Since the coming of my age

I spread not my wings in an attempt to fly

But sing from within my cage

I the lonely actor

Tread silently about the floor

Staring only into the darkness

And not the opened door

I spread my dreams down at your feet

And ask you to walk as Jesus did

Have faith in what flows from my inspired brain

And save me if I sink instead of swim

Punish me not for bringing fire to man

It has been contained in my pen

For my lonely heart has already gone blind

Still I bend to its every whim

The parchment I ignite with words

More scorching than the sun

I have locked away from light of day

Before the play’s begun

I the lonely actor

Contain and conceal my inspired rage

So that that which could bring me freedom

Keeps me lonely upon the stage

Pre March Madness

Posted: February 27, 2010 in Old Poetry, Poetry

I have dubbed March ‘March Madness Poetry Month’.

Not for everyone of course. Just for me because of my poetry spree which I will be going on.  But I want to release some things in advance of that as well to give people a preview of my work.  And how better to showcase the first poem posted to my new blog than to post my first poem?

Now, let me clarify. This is not the first poem I ever wrote. Not by a long shot. This is however, the oldest poem of mine that I can find. As far as I know anyway.  I believe that there are others that I wrote before this that I may still have, but this one is what sticks out in my memory as the first. Also, this one is special to me.  This poem is where it really began.  It’s as if before this poem I was simply dabbling in the realm of poetry and writing, but once I wrote this I knew that I was going to be a Poet and a Writer.  So without further ado, here it is.

Enjoy.

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I am a writer

Black ink flows through my veins

From the countless days

Where my creativity flowed

Like the never ending rush

Of a river on the go

Taking my mind with it

Quickly and quietly

Soft by slow

To a deep dark darkness

Where the sun doesn’t show

And you can’t let go

Lest I be overtaken

By a mistaken identity

Of something that is not within me

Because inside I am a writer

My mission is not to impress but inspire

To light the candle of your desire

To express the repressed

Hidden feeling with their hidden meanings

And help you share your secret dreamings

About your nighttime fiening

For love and affection

Or a deep interjection from another soul into your own

Until your throat issues a low soft moan

And in your ear whispers a baritone

Saying he can take you home

To that heavenly place whose light

Shines on your face

And whose effect you cannot erase

Like the tablet from God to Moses

Written in stone

Not to be tampered with or altered at all

But left alone

Into the care of the fighter

The defender

The writer

I wield my pen in my hand

To lay down The laws of the land

I can split you apart from the start of

My rhyme till the last end line

And make your heartbeat fluctuate with the

Way I punctuate

Each noun and verb

Or any action word

I feel these lines deserve

And in time you’ll find it don’t get no better

U can’t get no wetter

Not if you jumped into the middle

Of the deep blue sea

And when you get to the bottom

And find that it gets no lighter

You’ll still need me

To impart the knowledge on thee

That these lines could be no tighter

Unless you found someone like me

Who is positive in the fact that he

Shares my identity in that

He is a writer

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