DEAR JOHN

Baby I told you outright to treat me right or I was out like you wouldn't believe
You must've seen my naïve heart on my sleeve for you to conceive the thought that I was never gonna leave
Till you come home to this Dear John letter
This you could've done better letter
Baby, you just put a full stop to our together forever letter.

You know how hard this is for me given how much I am a romantic
And you know me to stick through whatever regardless of how frantic
But I just can't take it anymore
I can't fake it anymore
The thought of being without you lets fear sting in my heart but you're piercing that heart and I won't let you stake it anymore.
My knees bow down to the floor,
I'm slowly losing my will to live
Don't you know I need you me amour?
But you'd rather see me walk out that door
Instead of holding me back so we work out that flaw
Why wait unsure of us yet ready to thrust your fists up when another man secures what should've been yours?
Baby my wait has outrun its course.

Remember when our love was a force to be reckoned with?
Standing sturdy and daring anyone to second it
I mean we beckoned sunshine in the midst of hurricanes and rainbows would appear
And somehow here I am, in hand a farewell letter smudged from each dropping tear
In the rear I can almost hear the teasing giggles boos and jeers
Everybody plays the fool and it looks like I won the Act of the Year.

I'm halfway through this letter riddled with dismay
If only my emotions could set that door in motion and have you march in begging me to stay
Praying that you barge, rip this letter apart and delay this getaway
Better yet, erase this day, toss away the wilted bouquet of yesterday and start anew today.

I want to love nobody but you.

Call you baby while we seize moments in the sheets holding you in where no one else but our babies would pass through
I want this body to be yours and have only you enjoy the view
And this feels too strong for you not to feels it too
It it's true and you do why don't you let me know?
Let is show, let us grow, let's not blow this baby, don't let me go.
But the tears flow down 'cause I'm about to end this Dear John letter,
This you could've done better letter
And you're still a no-show.

For the first time I mean it when I conclude a letter with Sincerely Yours
Faithfully Yours
Truthfully Yours,

Your Loss.

THE GRIM POET

The voices be taking over so loudly I want to scream SILENCE!!!

But I must admit my fear of them because they do sort of have a history of violence.

Sometimes my mind’s guilty of the most gruesome crimes

Blood slimes down imagination walls from skulls shattered against them

Scattered upon the floor, the bloody grimes

Plastered across the room like an imagery of the dark times

Ask yourself not whose skulls

Sometimes they’re mine, sometimes they’re yours

Very often they’re faceless.

Do not ask me the cause of this gracelessnesss

‘Cause sometimes it’s baseless

It thrives not from here nor there;

It’s from a place called Placeless.

The madness has officially begun

And the survival rate is from zero to none.

See I knew I found a friend when I picked up my pen

And I was open to some realism to believe in the concept of Zen

Then it turned out my new best friend was my enemy

And yet still I couldn’t shake off this bond because my enemy remained my best friend.

The tip of my pen had written in a peep hole into a prison of thoughts to my soul

Each word freeing a thought was a trigger for this hole to grow bigger

Now go figure why the incarcerated lot stole a glimpse of the outside world and have been dreaming of a freedom stroll ever since.

And they’re too vigorous to convince

I can’t seem to talk them out of their rigorous goal to break free

The role’s been taken from me

It’s like that decision’s no longer mine to make so what does that make me?

A puppet to my mind’s slavery to ink

I’ve been tossed into a pool of my darkest ideologies with the options to swim or to sink

Drinking in what I can’t shut my mouth to, I’m on the brink of a breakdown

‘Cause the voices be getting louder and louder

I need a structure to think.

But then the voices quiet down and I can’t stand it

The system doesn’t work quite the way I planned it

I’m a schizophrenic artist addicted to the lunacy and can’t unhand it

Mastering my art alternatively falling its victim

I’m a synonym to contradiction

Welcome to this poet’s revelation. 

PHASES

These days that add to me steal from me

I was a whole moon now crescent

A prominent face of innocence

Hassled by an ugly world left barely decent.

I must be a descendant of pain

The rain knows me by name

And told these dark clouds to hover over my head

Just to shower my shame.

And though my finger points at all but me

It is I who is to blame.

I am afraid.

Standing in the middle of myself scared to look around

Tip toeing around my conscience too scared to make a sound

A pound of my flesh for each tragedy told

Another pound still for the hurt

Now ain’t I a sight to behold!

Yesterday has grown cold

The ice keeps melting into my flesh

Seeping through my pores

Saturated with blood oozing from my chest.

I cannot thresh black from white

And so I’m stuck with the grey

The me I was stands in a distance

From the me that I am today.

But these days that steal from me add to me

I am a crescent forming into a full moon

An eminent evidence of growth

A butterfly to emerge from this cocoon.

MORE THAN WOMAN

She's more than woman
But sometimes she forgets
Let's call her empress, goddess
Silent conqueror of all conquests.
She forgets her stride suggests and merge in the land where beauty rests
Where femininity and the intuitive fest
She's more than woman
And though history can attest
Very often she forgets.

She's more than just woman
But often he won't admit
She silences his cries through the comfort she provides
Be it from her soothing embrace, the warmth in her eyes
To the wetness that lies right between her thighs.
Still she holds him till he comes to realize the essence she emits
She's more than woman
But very rarely he admits.

So much more than just woman words could never describe
And with Biblical verses inscribed long before all she's done
She outruns the songs of Proverbs thirty-one.
She's deemed mere definitions latent
Blatantly rendering adjectives understatements.
She is more than woman
The virtual builder of each palace, castle and home
Sole constructor of its throne
Yet humbled not to occupy but beside it stand alone
The satisfaction gained remains her own.
Her patience often mistaken for complacence
Even so she adorns its fragrance and for it she is known.

She is more than woman
Incomparable in her ways
Desirable in her gaze
Models and vixens abide the pace her grace has made
And the timelessness of her remains unfazed.
She is more than woman
When the world's asleep her cape stays worn
So I prefix her with super
I call her Superwoman.