Brother, can you spare a dime (bag)?
Intro Riddle me this Batman
I am simply Miguel. I like to go by my mom given name. Figure if Prince, Madonna, and Bono can do it, why can’t I? I have the right to three last names but wanna go by none, this is where I draw the line and get Hollywood on your ass. To be honest, I have no fuckin’ clue on what I’m doing here. Call it a book, a magazine, a flyer, a pamphlet, call what you will – here I am. In the past I have been an emotional rollercoaster going from ecstatic to crying like somebody killed my dog to just plain numb – numb in 30 seconds. When life throws you lemons make lemonade; but if you can’t do that, chase it with tequila. I have been a farm worker, a clammer, a manager of a store or two, a hustler, a tree trimmer, and a sailor. Now my favorite job is being a father. I’m a horrible husband but an excellent lover, a horrible friend but your greatest confidant, I am what I’ve learned and have learned what not to become. I now try to make myself better, for my sons. I’ve always believed and always will in everything and nothing; in world peace and that everyone should be allowed to do their own thing, as long as it doesn’t harm others. I believe in gay marriage and gay divorce, everyone should have equal happiness and misery. I believe in legalize it and in other laws that shouldn’t be. I believe in you and me. Common sense, now that’s the key. I’ve been tossing around how to refer to myself, to me poet implies a paycheck, a writer/stories, how about just a guy who likes to write; and what about these words that I put down? Do I call them poems? A poem to me implies constant prose and stanzas, which sometimes I pull through with but not all the time. How about I just call it my poetry; Poetry (I believe) is in everything and everywhere, a smell, a memory, a feeling, these are the things I hope to evoke out of you, something special between you and me. I was gonna categorize this into parts life, love, the pursuit of happiness, etc etc ;But than I realize I think some contain a little bit of everything. So here my friend some of my favorite ones, most are from my myspace page. Some I have added a little bit of info, others are pretty much self explanatory.
Sleeping with Pavlov’s dog I am humbly yours. If you're gonna quit, Don't let the world know. Just do it. Kind of like a suicide, Anything less is just a cry for help. A cry in which you're not alone. Crying is the closes thing I got to prayer. Watch them play and hold your breath, this is how I pray. Hold your breath, just to wait and see. Cleansing your palate is easier than cleansing your soul. Some things just can't be undone. But today I am closer to a better, I love you, from me. Surrounded by angels, While I battle my demons, I know there is a god, 'Cause I live with the devil. You can't have one without the other.
The Religion of Just Being Somewhere along the line we’ve learned boring is bad, it’s not. In this life I wanna be boring with you. Where nothing spectacular happens but the day to day. Some drink, Some smoke, Some fuck away, Others go on extended trips, All in the name of trying to find something bigger. I think essentially we’re all working our way to mental telepathy, Words with thoughts, Thoughts with meaning. The thing is.... You can’t transcend alone, that’s just lonely. So you need to transcend with the world. Does that make sense to you? It is about the numbers, The more that know, The more you get. The more that get you. How do you judge success? If it’s by paycheck, Than I’m still working on it. If it’s by love, Than I’m richer than shit, But it’s not ‘cause of anything I’ve done, I was born into it. I still feel unsuccessful. Born into a bad porno, The pool man is here, But we don’t have a pool, Bow Chika Wa Wa.
Youthenism Pure and simple, Some days don't have to be gone, They're just obscured. Innocence of youth, Remember as child asking blunt questions like "Mommy, why does that man have one leg?" Blunt and loud, Loud enough to make your parent cringe. But it was innocent, It was pure, It was real. And you didn't know better, All you wanted was a question answered, To know. Where did that go? Now our questions aren't based on curiosity, But intent. What do you intend to do?
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The following writes are closer to the heart. I met my biological father at 20. I was the result a teenage pregnancy and as such sometimes you are raised without your father. When I met him and my new sisters along with a step-mother, it all didn’t turn out so bad. We had a good 13 year run, him and I. During mid-2007 he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. At first you think nothing of it, especially when there are no symptoms, but as the months progressed and he was being “treated”, he got worse. Finally he did pass away in November 13, coincidentally that is exactly 10 years to the date my grandfather (the father figure in my life) passed on. So here you go, hope you enjoy.
Take Care. Before you die, Take care. You weren’t there when I was younger, And now you’re leaving me - I’ll miss you. Before you die, Before I finish these lines, - I may cry. Before you die, Take care. Take care of yourself, Take care of me -Take care. If anything else I have to say, I love you.
Memorial Take the cup and spill one out, this is for the homies. This one, Is for the ones dying in someone else's war, Just 'cause you needed a job, you are no more. This one is for the day all my father figures died, November 13, Fuck you cancer and everything in between. This one's for you and me, love the living, this is what I need to see. You can call me melodramatic, Or over done. Call it what you will, God damn, today this is how I feel. This one is for the old, some are grateful they made it, Others are pissed. This is for you and me, No matter how bad it is, No matter how bad it's been, we're still here. Call an old friend, give your extra change to someone, give your love when you can.
November kills I'll be thankful for today. I saw my boys play. I'm thankful for tomorrow, 'Cause I know wonders it'll bring. I'm thankful for the hugs and kisses, Ones that I can give and receive, And for ones I have gotten.
Nothing lasts forever. People, fads, computers, Nothing is forever. Pain, love, companions, Nothing lasts forever. Sometimes you have to give it a label, So they know what your talking about. But nothing last forever. You live, grow old and die. Sometimes you don't get to grow old. No one last forever. The most beautiful sunrise, The most precious sunset, It's o.k. that Nothing last forever. Time goes on with out you, The world doesn't get your birthday off, So, nothing last forever. Person, Place, or thing. Nothing last forever.
The Contrivance or How I spent my weekend All that glitters is not gold, All that not glitters is golden. Relax as I tell a tale of olden, Before it is forgotten. Sometimes, The Devil can be an Angel and vice versa. I don't know anything about the father son relationship and my son to father relation has been kind of fucked. - There is no road map to life. At 13 he was dead to me, I already accepted he was gone. At 33 we've made friends, Now I gotta do it all over again. They've found out, like I've already known. Superman has an achilles heel, Which makes this death shit all to real. All that glitters is not gold, Or so the story goes. What goes up, Must come down, And other random euphemisms.
9:15 am I just unpacked, Now I need to pack again, To a funeral I a go. You are the source of my dysfunction. Today, I didn't lose a father, But a friend.
A poem, a poet It's easy to write It's easy to write sad, When you've been sad for so many years. It's easy to write sad, When decisions lead you there, Wrong ones, for wrong reasons. It's easy to write sad, When you had no Dad. It's been easier to love, When love has touched me. It's easier to write about love, When I think of yous'. It's easier to write about love, When you feel it. Watch it. It's easier to write about love, When you do it. Karma is a harsh mistress, She'll let you know when she's pissed. But it's easier when your high.
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Ok, ok no more totally depressing; but those are the ones I wrote during that period. The following will involve love, hate, sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
A Bunch of not so random thoughts As a child all you wanna do as play, All I’ve ever wanted to do with someone else, is play. As you get older, Playing, means different things. Emotions are involved, Flesh, sweat, and sex, are involved. Feelings get hurt, Webs of lies are woven, The earth still goes ‘round and ‘round. Why does there always have to be a victor?, The wheels on the bus go round and round. Can’t we all just get along!? Attention Whore, Yep that’s me. And every 3 year old in the world. And women, And you?. You’ll never get a good nights sleep, As long you love, As long as your loving. Everyday you’re dying, Just some days are faster than most. And finally, Machine can never replace man, Because a machine will never be desperate.
Chewing on Ice cubes An algorithm, or a logarithm, What’s your rhythm. Perfection ain’t my goal. But I wouldn’t mind liking to know. The she’s are the ones that know more than me. The she’s have always had my how a why and know. You just gotta know your she...... I’m gonna try and be good to you, I have to try and be good. To know you better, To know you’re my she to believe. The air around me is stifling or is that just love, Sorry about that. Person, I do not know.
Dirty Laundry Whore with a heart of Gold. I was raised by a beautiful single woman, Or rather a young teenaged mother. She's done her best like no other. Late night party nights, Strangers passing in and out. Boys can't use their sexuality to get by in life - She taught me. But woman can get by just fine. All this might explain my propensity to hang with the dregs of society, Not to feel better about myself, Not to be a social worker, But to say, - Hello my fellow loser brother, want a beer? I was raised by a beautiful single Mexican little girl, Raised by love, Raised by pot, Raised by TV, Raised by booze, - Raised with love.
Dirty Little Secrets
I know, Stereotypes. Just 'cause you're black, doesn't mean you listen to rap. Just 'cause I'm brown, doesn't mean I speak Spanish. Just 'cause you're a woman, doesn't make you good. Just 'cause I'm in a minority, doesn't make me a ghetto expert, Just familiar. Just 'cause you're gay, doesn't mean you don't know how to be strong. Just 'cause we're not on the same team, does that make you wrong. Smack it, Flip it, Rub it down, Means something to everyone.
What frequency is in your head? Ever have a song in your head Than when you turn the radio on - There it is. Your love, You’re are ultimate. You. The Ultimate conductor, You The Ultimate receiver - The ultimate Cosmos. Moments to powerful to explain, moments to powerful to complain. Radio human, I can hear you. Kids are the ultimate transmitter, Not corrupted by commercials or bullshit. As you grow, your channel gets corrupt. Quick change the channel. We learn corruption And lies. We learn deceit and betrayal. We learn love and tenderness, We learn to live with each other.
The Tumultuous doppelganger I hate you, I love you, I hate, you. Or so the voices go. I could go on for 30 more pages, But than, I'll forget whose talking. I love you like a bad habit, always trying to break away from you, only to come back - I guess you could say the same. Love, there is no other pain worse inside. Even though you don't allow me dream, you allow me to sleep, For that, I thank you.
Passions A picture says a thousand words, A word says one. Eye of the world, Pen meets paper, - We each have a different perception. I can tell you about the beautiful girl, See her hair, and that little lip of underwear. But a picture takes a moment and an explanation, forever. I don't have much time, So to complete this rhyme -Everything we do is a crime.
Burning the midnight oil Relentless That homeless man, Was somebody's baby boy at one time. That homeless woman, Baby girl. Someone, Somewhere, Is sad. 'Cause you're there. What's even sadder, Is for the one's that no one cares. Crazy girl, with crazy voices. Dope fiend living in a Palo Verde. Somebody, Somewhere, Loves you.
What Sesame Street didn’t teach you There are two types of sex, For most men this is unknown. There’s Passionate and practical. Passionate is a joining of the flesh. The exchange of fluids, sweat, spit, cum. Passion. Practical sex has been known by women for years. The sex you have just not to stir things, To stay the same, ‘Cause you know no different. Fucking Sex. I wish my penis had an on/off switch. So tired of being fucking horney, tired of feeling like a pedophile in a hip bar or Driving pass a college. Just tired. Jesus doesn’t save, There is no absolute happiness when you acknowledge Christ, - The pamphlet lied and I want my money back. The lust, The desires, The urges never go away, And you can’t curtail them with a few magic words or a few magic lines. Life is of 5 minute distractions, 20 minute attractions, And the 30 second explosion after it’s all done. There are two types of sex, Passionate and practical, Practical needs to be done, Don’t ever lose passionate.
Tickle me Emo I couldn’t avoid the title, But I can control the body. Besides, is Emo even still cool to say anymore?, Was it ever? In my spiraling depressions, with the holes I dig myself deeper, with the darkness, you are my light, you are there. Through my manic Monday’s, and insane holidays, we’re together. 2 self indulgent people Too self indulgent, fuck it. I was thinking about the Emo kids today. Dressed in black, sad for no apparent reason, life is too much. Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me! Hate to tell you, But this is about it. You work, you play, sometimes one in the same. But we work to play, and sometimes play at work. There’s no magic trick, no one has an answer, just try and enjoy what you got. Remember those moments, if not, make new ones. Just play nice, and enjoy your own vice.
The lecherous mindlock I wanna make love to you and fuck you at the same time. I wanna kiss you on your neck and grab your hips from behind. I know you can feel my thoughts, and don't mind. Young girls to full grown women, Jesus! Where do I begin. This is the lecherous mindlock out in the open.
Puzzle Pieces What you see is just a piece, Just like you see in everyone else, And everyone else in you. Hey Mister Owl!, "How many personalities do I have!?" "Well lets see?." "One" "Two" "Three" "Three personalities you be".
Praying is for the weak, aren’t we all In God we trust. When you're alone, Or scared who are you wishing to? The tooth fairy? Mohammed, Allah, Yahweh, Buddha, EL, The Holy Trinity, Telugu, Abba, Jah, Bhagavan, The Great Spirit, Or The Great Cosmo. I've never read the book, But I've seen the movies. One with Charleton Heston, Elizabeth Taylor, Directed by Mel Gibson, and even the ones with George Burns. There's something to be said, For something out there. Whether it's little green men, Or men in green uniforms. There's something to be said.
Love or How I am a sadist Dilemma. I can't make you feel more important, I can't find that thing you're missing, Only you can. I can't make the world know who you are, Only me. I can't make you smile, Today. - But I can try.
3 months ago Two cups of coffee, A shower, Brush my teeth, Smoke a cigarette, My day begins. I've written this poem before, Back when I was 18, Back when I was 21, Here at 33, I still don't know better. Cocaine nights, Mixed with alcoholic days, Can send you into the primordial ooze haze. Sometimes it’s too late when you figure you wanna live, Not tonight though.
Face for radio When you’re blind I’ve always wondered what you see, Psychic? Radar? I wish you could tell me. Pondering If you’re blind and it’s totally quiet, what does it look like? Is that peace? Peace and quiet, imagine that. It shouldn’t matter what you look like, it shouldn’t matter what I see, knee jerk reaction, I’m still a pig, Even if you’re lovely to look at.
Gibberish There’s a black and white rainbow in me. It’s not lucky, it’s letting go and not caring anymore. All I want is a radio, So I can tune-in into the world around me. It’s not easy finding a theme song for the moment, but when you do it’s oh so worth it. Pussies need not apply, guess I better leave the room. I’m at the part of the movie where something bad is bound to happen, Fuck fame, I’m still dressing the skeletons in my closet. I need a remix. The only thing that can spoil my mood right now, is a cop. But I didn’t mean anything by it officer, if only that always worked. Listen closely, I can only say this once; But you can always read this twice. Listen closely, As I try to cut corners, In the circle of life. “I’m so foolish, No one takes me serious. I’m so serious, It’s painful.” I’ll do things you don’t want me to do, some of them do not involve you. Some will take me away. And vice versa.
I might be wrong, in oh so many different ways, but it feels good Love is o.k. But it just occurred to me, If life had a fast forwards button, - I'd be fast forwarding to a lot of porn sequences, Man I wish it had a rewind.
Hopeless Touch I can’t take back yesterday, But I can give you today. I can’t take back yesterday, But I’ll throw in tomorrow to. We say I love you in different ways, What scares me the most is you know when I mean it. I’ll say it but doing what you want, By not bugging you. I wanna say I love you and mean it, But than, I think that would mean I would lose you, Scariest thought in the world. I wanna say I love you to you, But sometimes we get confused. I’ll never say I love you with a fist, Sometimes we do have a lovers tryst. I’ll never say I love you with my hand, To me, that would be less of a man, I can’t take back yesterdays, But I can give you today. I can’t take back yesterdays, But you are my now and thans. No matter where I go, Where I’ve been, Where I’ll be, A part of you, has always been.
I give myself a tumor and you an ulcer. We're all needy some how; Whether it be sex, love, and rock and roll. Attention needed, truth be told, we're all needy in someway. More toys, more money, more love, more truth be told - we're all needy some how. Wouldn't it be great to get it all, From one person.
Midnight Poems Driving at the speed of light I have lived enough for a thousand lives, And I'll live some more. There is no such thing, As the perfect score. You'll do it again and again and again Just wanting more. Nothing compares To what was before. The grass is greener on the other side, Or so I'm told. No color, Should be so bold. Baby got the blues Johnny Cash sang the song "I Walk The Line" Mine should be "I've crossed it, Several times." But that was than and this is now. The now, now. We repeat words to emphasize the truth, I think it's just another way, To sing the blues.
Frequencies and Vibrations are the same Are the same Mister Wolfe. The same Mr. Kesey, Mr. Leary. Mister Wolfe, Mister Wolf. What do you see, What do you feel.
*Mr.Wolfe a reference to Thomas Wolfe and What’s the time Mr.Wolf is Caribbean red light, green light and also an excellent reggae song from a movie Once Were Warriors.
If you’re Horney and you know it, clap your hands A six pack and some weed later The stalker in me says, "What turns me on, You already know. I'm not a freak who likes getting his balls smashed. No. You know what I like. It's in you, On you, You. That thing that drives me crazy...... Behind you. Staring, Get hungrier and hungrier with every movement. Your smell, Not of sex, - Yet. It's like; I like you better with your hair down, It lets my mind runaway. I'd like you better from behind. - Don't worry; I know how to take care of business.
Kissing boo boos Some people quest for the perfect relationship, Some people just quest for love. Some people crave attention, Others just want to be noticed. Some people have never left their home, Some can never go back. Some people will tell you they love you, when all they do is hurt, And some will hate you, when all they do is love. Some people will read this, and some won’t. Some people’s children, I tell ya’.
I found solace in my 9. Practical or Practically not. You don’t get to choose your fans, They choose you. So friendly stalkers welcomed. You choose your friends, Just stay 'till the end. Man will never choose their mate, It’s the result of some fucked up fate. When flesh and soul intertwine, Becoming a mesh, Of the mind. You’ll always find solace in time.
Faster Than A Speeding Bullet, If I had a cape I'd be Super Horny Faster than a speeding bullet (Pelvic Thrusts) More powerful than a locomotive (Bodies rise and bend) Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound (No woman to tall or too short) Look, up in the sky! (No look in your bed) It's a bird! (Its my cock) It's a plane! (Still my cock) It's Super Horney! Yes, it's Super, A strange visitor from another planet who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. My alter ego would be Dick Clark. Super Horny!, Bodies twist and bodies writhe, Of course I want this to be with you, But you need to help out to. Instead of your back to me, Turn around, grab my cock. Was that too much for you? We have hang ups on words, Cock, Pussy, Ass, Bastard, - all words. But don't say anything about the ones I love.
Faux finish The reality of me And the fantasy I wanna be, Are constantly clashing. This makes me fucking miserable. There’s nothing you can do though, thank you. Though I am accepting BJs and HJs, I would even just like a good J. One I could look forward to in the morning, noon, and night. When I was younger and full of dreams, I hopped on a train to New York City. And went straight to the High Times office. If only the editor Dean what’s his name at the time could read my writes I knew I would be a shoe in. This is my calling I thought, smoking pot and writing articles for them. This is my calling I though, getting by, By getting high. My bubble was quickly busted though. On that 100th floor, Only to be greeted by a receptionist. Here’s a packet Sir, Please read and submit accordingly. Damn! The only thing I submitted was a packet of prose, To the editor Dean what’s his name, Of course I never heard back. I live through pipe dreams, With the personal touch. Nice to meet you.
Wanderlust If you’re ever in the south, Stop by “The Shed” outside Biloxi. If you’re ever in San Diego, Stop by “The Alibi”, Good pool, good drinks. If you’re in Hong Kong, I’ve been to “The Devil’s Advocate”, In Hawaii, Go to the beach. If you’re ever in Tucson, Drop me a line, Maybe we’ll get high, and Smoke the proverbial peace pipe.
Sentient It’s a good thing you’re a million miles away, even if you are next door. I am shy I am quiet, I am loud and boisterous. I am nothing, I am everything, I am D, All of the above. This thing we do is not about age or race, but slow and steady will win the race, I just need to be reminded to keep the pace, before I stop and smell the roses.
There’s a place in France, where you can see the naked ladies dance, there’s a hole in the wall….. My 10 minute DMV obsession, You across the room, You and your I assume sister were quite the scene, A beauty that had to be seen. My 10 minute DMV obsession. You across the room, You and your (I assume) sister were quite the scene, A beauty that had to be seen. Everything about you could set a man’s heart a flutter, The way your hair was done, To the smile, Even now it makes me shutter. I wish I could have told you how lovely you looked, But I’m sure everyman that has seen you has done that already. I wish I could have asked you to dinner, But my wife would not have liked that. I wish I could’ve told you how lovely you are, But I’m sure you already know that; Which makes it worse when you smile. A beautiful woman, With an unpretentious smile, Standing next to you was all the worthwhile. I wish I could have told how lovely that shirt showed off your chest, But my eyes were all over, Yes, I am just like the rest. My 10 minute DMV obsession, You made it easier to stand in line, And harder to leave, We made love 3 times in my mind. Sometimes you’re just not done.
Universal poem Sex, drugs, the alone. A blowjob is a blowjob in any language.
Nietzsche gave me a blowjob while I was sleeping (and I liked it) Computer screen, TV scene, all I wanna do is runaway from technology. Gas prices and ATM fees, all I wanna do is scream. I don’t understand the problems of the rich; but I wouldn’t mind trying. In a world where you can download Peter Faulk as Columbo, why do I worry? Who will download me? What will that perfect joint get you? what will it get me? Will it get women, money and fame? How ‘bout me? To know the pleasure of women, Now that’s a good thing. A woman. The ultimate high can only lead to death, But that isn’t so bad, Is it? Have you made a sandcastle today? (Deep Breath and sigh) At 2:30 am my boys help keep me in check. There’s a wife somewhere in there to now. Everyone thinks they’re a version of their own man; But I really am. Son of Sam, Sam I am, The same? My mother was my father, Here’s looking at you kid. Irony, The fact that people doing more drugs than me make more money Or is that jealousy? I’m still working on that. If you can’t tell, I believe in better living through chemistry.
Killing me softly “You’ve stumbled across something great”, I’d like to say; But that would merely be my ego (Caution, slow down) Children at play. Sometimes the suicide is just giving up, tapping out, There goes that one last breath. And than death is sometimes a disease, Fuck you cancer, We’re gonna live forever. Drugs help my body feel not feel the pain, mind over matter, I guess it matters. Coco for Co co puffs It doesn’t become fun, when you realize the bottle in your mouth is a gun. But that gun can taste so good, even though you know you’re dying. Just some the sooner. Can’t wait for this release From; This fear of God. Need for money. and lack of time. Need of love, and fear of losing it. ‘Cause yes, I fuck up. Have you ever tried to drown yourself? Go down. And not come up, 6 feet really ain’t that deep. You can’t. Something is gonna kick in for you.
Stare into your Universe and tell me what you see I see a senseless war on t.v, My brother in the army. Even see a porno in everything, which is always not a good thing. But it’s something. Insecure children, insecure adults, politics are a bitch. The man telling me I can’t smoke a weed, ‘cause it takes the money out of someone else’s pocket, mainly theirs. But it’s ok to drink, sponsored by Anheuser Busch I see I may have to kick someone’s ass, If I see him again, Don’t borrow from me and don’t pay payback. I see conspiracies in everything, Why doesn’t everyone just wanna play anymore? As far as I know, no one I know is up in 2 in the morn’.
Panhandle On my way to work today I passed by a guy at the ATM, I was jealous for a minute. Just knowing in my accounts total to 5 dollars and 65 cents. No whammies, no whammies, no whammies. Big spender. Even if you don't need it, You want it. Even if you have more than others, You want more. Share and share alike, If only that was universally true. Money assuages fears, But than can 'cause grief. Money. Now ain't that a motherfuckin' bitch. I hate the fact that I have 2 dogs And I gotta get rid of them. Find them homes, Good or bad you can never judge, Unless they're hungry. Run motherfucker run. Money, Ain't that the motherfuckin' bitch. I can go on and on, but that is pointless. It's the case of The now whats? And whodunits? You just gotta keep on pressing on, Read it on a bumper. The sex, The lies, Just no videotape. A deeb a deeba da' da' that's all folks.
You know who you are When pen meets paper The writer writes, Through love and happiness. The write writes, Through tears and sadness. The writer writes. Through highs and low, through getting high and nobody knows, The writer writes. The writer writes, Whether rich or poor. Through good times and bad, The writer writes. Through life and death, The writer writes. Sitting in front of a typewriter, Watching the words appear at the press of a key. Sitting in front of a computer, Watching the words appear. The writer writes.
WTF? or For Sale I'm sorry you're perfect. But today, I swear I'm doing nothing wrong right now, I'm doing my best to avoid the temptations, hell even the Supremes. Sure some are pretty, Not all are tempting. Sex sells, Whose lying, Sex sells, Whose crying, Sex sells, Whose selling? A restless soul. At night when I can't sleep, With thoughts of you in my head, Knowing you can't right the wrongs that you have done, Or avoid the one's I'll do, But we'll take it from here. At night the restless soul is swirling around, Just looking for a place to lay its head, 'nuff said.
The Sex, The Lies, The Videotape I enjoy walking behind a woman with a nice ass. Watching you swish, left to right, right to left. Desire building with each twitch. Feeling like a panther after it's prey, Chicken hawk for the chicken. In some jeans, Or even a tight dress - I'll know. But you must know, What you're doing to me. My kind. The hunger, The Lust, The Hunger lust. I enjoy a good woman. The loving, The fighting, The making up, I could enjoy a good woman. Sensual Sundays, Mixed with Domineering Mondays, Those I think I could enjoy, sensuously.
Rhetorical Colloquialisms and Conundrums Robert Frost choose the road less traveled, I'll choose the back road. Lonely, Iso-late. Quiet. Steal this poem, I did (mostly) Quotes can become clichĂŠs and clichĂŠs quotes Let me tell you, Like a friend has just said a.k.a Mikki, "It is what it is", And the great poet Popeye "I am what I am." Apparently you can't please everyone, But, Not everyone's a matters of fact. Tupac put it ""Wars come and go, but my soldiers stay eternal" Where's your war? And yes, I just watched Triple X. The teacher becomes the student, Student the teacher, Life is funny that way. Note to self, Never throw stones in glass houses. I submit, I succumb, You are the marksman, And I am your gun. You are the archer, And I the arrow. Together we wait, Passing through all the narrows.
Playground Follies Writer's have fragile egos, walk carefully. Whether I understand the words you write, Or whether I understand your message, A writer writes from the heart. Writer's have fragile egos. Especially the unpublished. You strive everyday and think, "I can't be wrong, I mustn't be wrong". You can never be wrong, from the heart. Just misunderstood. You're ego is you, wanting, longing, hoping, everyone loves you, as much as you do. A love, full of highs and lows. The high fives, help you go.
Kodak Moment My mistress has always been life, as of now it's porn and Myspace. Halo is my religion. Something you do everyday. It has taught me a good game is a tie. A world of no victors nor losers. I am like a bee with no stinger, A tiger with no claws, Harmless. My drug of choice, Smokin' trees with Buddha, Not beer. I am still harmless. A thousand misconceptions to battle, Only one or two I really care about. A thousand battles have been fought, I'd tell you more, But I keep having second thoughts. I know you, And of course you know me. Misery loves company. This is the part, where you pay attention, intently. Man is inheritantly evil. Take away all, let the animals have a ball.
Esoteric Ego I am The resurgence, The re insurgent of that thing from a time before. I am the resurgence Of cool. The after birth of conquered lands. God bless America. I am me, I am you. I am your daddy And acid mommy - Watch as I hold your hand. I am everywhere and nowhere - 'Cause there I am. The dancer with no score. The day to day is my inspiration Life pen meets paper Is my perspiration.
To The Blonde On 4th Street A Winter, Summer romance Will only end with Spring. Obsession and lust Love and trust Are not the same thing. So sweet with desire, Damn it!, You light that unusual fire, Excuse as I bask in my mire. A Winter, Summer romance is well and good, There are things I wish I could, Things I know I should, and things I know I shouldn't. A Winter Summer Romance, Just another happenstance.
Race Card Coconut, Brown on the outside, White on the inside, - But that’s ok, I get along with everybody. America, American, American me, - What’s it mean to you?
Things in the news Politics Change, Is what’s in my pocket. Is what I do to my clothes. Will not happen anytime soon. Old money, Is still alive. Old money, Doesn’t want to share. Change, I could use some extra. Sad but true. I don’t care about the problems of the well to do. Britney, Hillary, Holloway, Please get off my t.v... Hundreds of girls are missing every day, Nothing makes you special. I wish for nothing bad to no one. But nothing makes them special. Money, makes the wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round. Special, Just like everyone else.... Campaign Slogans Her's should be, 'Cause I'm not a white male. His, 'Cause I'm not white.
Moopy the 8th dwarf I have been becoming dispassionate with the world around me. Common sense isn’t so common, Neither is common good. Watching the news, listening to the radio, surfing the internet, I have been becoming dispassionate with the world around me. I use to think we could fix everything, Once everyone could see. The internet, A billion minds together and the only thing we’ve figured out is how to download porn a million times faster. Sex in the city sells on TV and in my monitor. I use to be a worldly travel, Now my world is a under 1500 square foot box, I call home. I use to worry for everyone, Now I worry for 4 on occasion 1 or 2 more, But that’s about it, that’s where I am right now. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better, But it’s really not all that bad. In fact, it’s not always sad. But there is always something else, We wish we had.
Suck it This’ll pop your bubble. I’m a fucking liability, Women are a weakness. Fuckin’ blowjobs. Do you like blowjobs?, Than don’t get married. -The old adage prevails. But if want someone to be there when you get home, Someone to forgive you when you’re fucked up, Someone to hold when you feel alone, Someone to love when you feel loving, Someone to make laugh when you feel funny, - Than marriage is o.k.
Myspace is a drug dealer You give me a taste, You give a minute high. You let me enjoy. You even brought me new friends, But damn it! At what cost? I know you, I was you, I've been used by you. You let me feel love, You've let me feel secure, Now you're charging me a 1.99. Myspace the drug dealer, here's a taste.
Makes my brown eyes blue Who am I? I covet the things I do, The things I love. With sudden thoughts and inspiration, I hunch over pen and paper. Not wanting you to see my perspiration. I want to polish and sculpt, shape and bend. Before you see, The thing dearest to me. Doing this thing, I do for free, Sharing parts of me And the internal psyche. Help me quit my day job, Is my only plead. I’ll worry about all my other needs. This is my seed.
Epitaph You start out rough, than you knock my socks off. Do it again please, Do it again, Do it again and again, Do it again Sam. We start out rough, than we’ll knock your socks off, Welcome to the human race. Some things are just gonna happen, Some things will just fall in place, Need to keep up the pace. There was a moment, just a minute ago; Where with all the self destruction, I was ready to go. But not in a bad way, just in a life in complete kind of way. The kids are asleep, good booty was found, even if it wasn’t in the flesh but my own. But let me tell you she was hot. A desire, A want, A smell and taste, A familiar place. Damn I’m not 18 anymore, but I don’t mind it at 34(well maybe just a bit, but please don't give a shit) . Just wish you were here, I could have done much better. 12 o’clock and all alone. Though the video was fun.
Drinking Pinot I share a poem today, is that how I'll feel tomorrow? I share a life of yesterday, is that me today? Who knows? Who cares? Whose aware? I share a poem today, In hopes of more tomorrows. I share my life of yesterday, to make my days. I know, I don't always care, Rarely aware. Catch my ego if you can.
A True Story Being brown, black, or yellow - does not disqualify you as a racist, It makes you a bumblebee on dirt. Being white does make you a usual suspect though. Hate breeds in all types, Ignorance is not bliss. Just listen to this; When I was a hippie, I befriended a skinhead I was the weedman I thought my kindness could change his views on a person of a different hue. He killed a blackman. There's something I'll never understand or try to comprehend or can even pretend - hate for another.
Ain’t that a bitch or How to play poker Sobriety sucks, but you have to do it. Pain sucks, but you have to feel it. Taxes suck, I guess you don't have to pay 'em - Just don't run a credit check. I'm not here to tell you to get high, but if you do, The only thing I've learned is sobriety sucks, but you have to do it, Whether it be for a day, hour, or year. You'll have to do it. But than, when you're done , you can go back to fantasyland.
I’m cumming out of the closet I like to write, I'm a writer, more poet I think. I download music and movies for free, I still really like porn - masturbation is not a sin, just tiring. Things are not as bad as it seems - so I try and tell myself. A good poem is everything. A good poem is you. A good poem is nothing, but worth noting. A moment pass, A moment gone, A moment where nothing was wrong. Dizzy. At this moment, Everything is bigger than me, Bigger than life. I wanna feel plain, When I know it's not. What caught your attention huh?
Hip hippie I want to be the Ken to your Cassady. A voice of reason, the sage. A conversation of not wanting but just being. Here smoke a dube. The Ralph Kramden to your Norton. A friend, A confidant, A friend. I want to be the Ken to your Cassady. Just you, me, and whatever social deviancy, We choose.
It’s o.k. for a man to vacuum The nice thing about having bad credit is you don't have to worry about identity theft. That thief is gonna get denied for the same loans you do. I don't have to worry about firewalls or trojans. What are you being breed for? Not just by mom and dad, but TV and computer. By the background radio. By Sony and Microsoft. By commercials and the commercial government? What am I teaching my kids and yours? Thinking Globally, act locally. Let me make a list; Video games are cool, online games are cooler; pot is o.k., sharing and patience. Please don't cry - boy's don't cry or so I'm told. Fight when you have - I pray, you may never have to. Girls aren't so icky - Sometimes you can like them too much.
K.I.S.S I woke up happy, I woke up loving. My job, My life, My love, How simple is that. A lazy day, Staring at clouds, or lounging on a warm beach. A lazy day of quiet. All the children played, With a zeal like no other, Old folks drank and sang of yester-year. You can never have too many beers, At a bar-b-q. Everything is so quaint, Everything is so beautiful, Shame I have to awake, To duty and rule.
Miscreant There’s not enough time in the day, To do all the things I wanna do. To play the plays I wanna play, Or say all the things (coherently) I wanna say. There’s not enough time in the day. I wanna like you for you, Sometimes I just can’t get pass the boobs, Please excuse, the animal in me. People laugh and cry everyday, People live and dive, Here and now. Another reason for not enough time in a day. These are the things that have crossed my mind, Sorry, don’t know what else to say.
My Corny I was raised by comic books, Kung Fu movies, and after school specials. These are my family values. I hope for my soldiers of fortune, Warriors of virtue. Is exactly that, That, They know how to fight, When to fight, and why. A warrior knows when it's their time, A warrior will know when to die, A warrior is allowed grace. I can only hope. Never hit a girl, Enjoy your friends, And love
Poems for the poetic I think I’m gonna write myself a reality check today. Master of great of ideas never into fruition. By the end of the year I plan to cash it in, Whether there’s enough in the bank, Or I become over drawn, Today I need to write a reality check. You can die hungry, but be happy. Live fat and comfy, but be totally miserable. I’m all of the above and more. I’m Shrek the onion, layers upon layers, some I don’t even see. We all wanna scream and shout, we all just wanna get along. My report cards always said Plays well with others But I also, always talked too much. Today I’m gonna write a reality check, And in the end, Hope it doesn’t bounce.
Red rum, red rum! Schizophrenia, you’re not alone. There are Two hearts beating as one. One bleeding, One ice cold. To boldly go where no man has gone before. Is the dichotomy. One wants to live forever, The other has a gun in his mouth, This metal taste like shit. There are two people out there, one like the other, but ohhhh so different, In so many ways. Misogyny. I wanna love you, but you’ll hate me, I never know where I stand. Indecision with a dash of wussy, yeah I know you, ‘cause I know me. The beautiful people, now that’s a matter of perception, I think you would tend to agree. Though, Some things are just always lovely. But I tend to question everything.
Commercialism On any given day; Music is for the ear, Art is for the eye, Words are from the heart.
Intergalactic observation Woman, the young ones smell like innocence and life. older ones smell of sex and acceptance, the old ones smell of death and innocence. The ones you want, will never want you, The one your with, will put up with your shit. The ones you had will move on, Only one will remember you.
Sexual discrimination Not every half naked sweet thing I see in a bikini Do I wanna fuck, Just most of them. The ones I do, Open their mouths and I don’t. The one’s I don’t, Show me that I do. Either way it’s fun in the sun. I am the mover of heavy objects, Like coolers and people. You are the chef, the bartender, the organizer. Fair? I don’t know but my back thinks so. Life, The constant contradiction. This sounded cooler in my head. Perhaps, Some things are better left unsaid.
Stupid Monkey, sex is for kids Manimal thoughts I’m not bilingual, But I can tell sexy in 30 languages, more or less. I honestly don’t care where you’re from. Like Baskin Robbin, Love all them flavors. Now I’ve got a raunchy side, that would put it like this; “My dick is the United Nations And the tongue is the ambassador” I love them hos, love them hos, love them hos. We sell our bodies, why not our minds, this is the whore I wanna be. Love them hos, love them hos, don’t you know.......... For each tick, there is one less tock. A crumb off the cookie that crumbled. Love them hos, love them hos, ‘cause I am one to.
Reign Man Something I could of wrote in High School. There’s a time, when two people meet. There’s a time, when two people are alone. There are times. There’s a place, where two people go There’s a place, where two people are alone. A place, that two people will touch. There’s a time and a place, for everything. For two people to be alone and explore each other. There’s a time and a place, For you and me. Something I could of wrote the other day. Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Now I fuck you. Something I could of wrote today. Bars and whores are a fucked up obsession, love and peace is everyone’s desire, at this moment, right here, right now, A light buzz with a dash of over masculinity, Good thing I’m not in a bar.
Fuck It Can you capture that moment?, Between now and than. Than being yesterday or tomorrow. Than being what you want. I think children can, We use to and lost it somewhere, Only to catch it when you're intoxicated. Sleep like baby. To know you is to know the Universe, To know all that is well, all that is right. To know me, Is madness. The know a grown up sad little boy. To know me.
Low self esteem and other things that get in your way "You must like wookies." - I thought, As we laid together naked and you told me I'm beautiful. "You mustn't have an opinion" - I thought, When you told me you like my poems and stories. "You must be blind" - I thought, When you told me you love me.
Late night At midnight when I get home, I understand the world. While you were sleeping, I understand everything. Everything in the world, Everything around me, Everything in the world is me at midnight.
Lovely To my Queen of Paupers, Discontent in a world of content, Just 'cause you know there's more out there. You can not dance, Since you don't hear the music. But you can love. You can't sing, Since you can't carry a tune. But you can love. But even your love stings like a bee, So we'll float like Butterflies, from flower to flower, To day to day. Even if we had a million dollars, There'd still be problems, But at least we wouldn't have to worry about the electric bill.
A dog named No name Dear Darkness, Do I begin with the end? Or end with a beginning? With reasons on why you love me, And reasons why you should hate. Is it 'cause I'm just starting to speak your language, Or that I can understand you. Is it 'cause I'll never leave you, Or that I'll be gone tomorrow. Or that I'm bigger than you, Or that you’re bigger than life.
One little poem for little minds By chance, Have you seen my sanity? I left in a place, between heaven and hell. Earth, I think it's called. I think I left it with my mistress, Grandeur... But her daughter Delusion likes to play with it to.
Superman forgot me Pointing fingers, Passing judgment, There are very few things I can do. - You don't throw stones in glass houses. But here is one. Children are never sexy. Little girls are meant to be icky and little boys cry about it. Innocence is there not to be crossed, Love is helping them grow. Children are never sexy.
Wouldn’t you? I rather be living the dream, than dreaming. I rather be at a park with a cooler of beer, with my boys, laying in the shade. Than going to work. I rather dance than sing. I rather draw, than color. Sleep than wake. I rather we all get along, than just get by.
Binary What’s your price? Don’t we all have a price? Money or fame? It all won’t be the same. Dollar, dollar, bill ya’ll. The world is based off of one’s and zeros, right now mines, 100,000.00. That’s what I need to make everything, simply. Living off of yesterdays glory, isn’t always so good, nor so bad, Is it? Living off of yesterdays glory, isn’t always so good sometimes, But what’s wrong with tonight? I wanna believe in those songs of inspiration, telling you everything’s gonna be alright, I hope and hope with all my might. This ain’t the Matrix, For if it was, I would’ve taken the blue pill. I ain’t no hero, Just a guy who sees things for what they are. Rather live a king in my head, than a pauper in the streets, fuckin’ dementia. For all the things I say and do here, I just want you to say, touche’.
Stupid Bitch You say you'll leave me, I could never get that lucky. You say you love me, How did I get so lucky?
The Sex in Me Voyeuristic poems are what I write, A look into me, A peak at a moment. Poems, literature's version of reality TV. Have you, Ever made love in the rain, Gotten a blowjob while driving, Stared at a beautiful naked woman in the flesh, 'till the passion took over. Danced a slow dance, Kissed a long kiss, Fuck 'till the sweat stung in your eyes, Or 'till the sun came up? - I have.
Something for everyone Some thoughts are just so overpowering that you gotta write 'em down, Share a moment. As you've sat down and have opened my page, You've got my soundtrack. My mind, My heart, My mini-Me. I spend my nights typing away, I spend my days thinking of in's and outs. I've spent my life, Trying to connect with you. We are all lonely in our own special way. Sometimes the party has to end, The party will always end. You'll lose me when you mention God, Even though that's all I ever think about. And don't even get me started with Air Jesus.
You need to write a book It’s easier to sell music than it is words. It’s easier to recognize talent through the ear than eye. It’s easier to be someone’s theme, Than someone’s bathroom reading material. It’s easier, I believe. You hear a tune, You carry it with you. You read some words, Do you remember who wrote them? It’s easier to get famous with a guitar, than it is with a pen. You won't get rich writing poems. You won't get rich sharing pain, Everyone has their own. You won't get rich sharing dreams, Everyone has their own. You won't get rich selling poems. But you'll have created some sort of fucked up support group.
A Perfect Ending The poem is the moment, The whole page, Everything you can see, hear, and feel. Smoking Pot, Little boy won't go to sleep. Got a beer Other boys asleep, Listening to an Izrael song. Moment gone. For the moment is a poem.
Outro And the cow jumped over the moon With the encouragement of my myspace friends I write and share. I write to better my human condition, I write cause fundamentally it’s all I can do, I write poetry ‘cause that’s all my attention span allows. Hope you have enjoyed this little sharing of the world from me. All these words are mine, there’s nobody else here but me. If you see some portion somewhere else, let me know. So I can call that person out. I don’t plan on making a buck here (no matter how nice that would be); but I believe in credit where credit I due. Any questions or comments feel free to contact me at my myspace (www.myspace.com/whatwouldchickenjoedo) or e-mail me Poetry_by_Miguel@yahoo.com. Well as my friend Cegs would say, have a happy happy.