Brooklyn Moon

Behold
Here standing before you is a hurt soul
Understanding that no life is easy
Not breezy
Without wind
So lifeless
Only word to define my journey is sacrifices
More often than not, my goal is to adopt
Babies, puppies, lost souls of the same sort
To offer some type of support.
They say that two heads are better than one
But I've seen your 3-headed reflection in the mirror
Shall I go get my gun?
Bipolar ways
Good and Bad days
Been 2 weeks since I've really talked to you
Only hearing your voice will bring back deja vu
Fuck that!
Who wants to remember those months, days, hours, minutes, seconds
Milli-measurements of time
When you were who you wasn't.
When you said you did, but you really doesn't.
Caught up,
Caught in between.
Prescriptions of Promethazine
Couldn't bring me to the lowest depths of this reality
Constantly you lied to me.
When you were who you wasn't.
When you said you did, but you really doesn't.
Or didn't.
Or couldn't.
Or wouldn't.
Tell me the truth
About what you really wanted in life
You never know,
I could have helped you find it
Instead you and I became blinded
All of the lights couldn’t have adjusted our pupils
Exposed our eyes to the facts that had the potential to cripple
Lamer than the limbs
Limper than impotent dicks
Weightless
Stagnant
That’s all that’s between us now.
I see now that all good things must come to an end
Maybe it’s better if they cease before they have the opportunity to begin.

: There's so much more I want to say....but I think I want to stop this one right where it is and continue onto a new piece. I will never considered myself a poet....I just see words. Hardly do I ever erase something I've typed (I do all of my writings in my Blackberry). Whatever I think and see or feel, that's what I write. I appreciate this ability in my life because it's so meaningful and real and honest and firm. I couldn't imagine scratching something out or going back and changes. I feel, I see, I think, I write. It's done.

But starting this poem did give me an idea to start a series called: Behold. All of the works will start with that and manifest into whatever my mind and heart desires. I'm excited. Still have to finish Bungalow Blues.

Brooklyn Moon was inspired by a poet that I saw at an Open Mic in Brooklyn on Monday night. She was powerful, but vulnerable, but soooo damn powerful. Everything I wish I could be. I don't even know her name. Her words made me cry a little bit. She was just...powerful. Every word she spoke, I saw it leaving her mouth. Every word became visible. If I was close enough, I would have tried to grab each word and put it in my pocket for later use. :

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