Venting???

Stop acting like I dont have talent. I dont mean to toot my own horn, but I think it's the only way you can hear me. Stop acting like the stage doesnt need to be extinguished when I step off. Stop acting like your fans dont leave quoting my poetry. Stop acting like you wasnt trying to book me when we first met. Stop acting like people aint wondering if I'm down with your crew. Stop acting like one of my fans aint you. Stop acting like im not good enough to bang with your crowd. Stop acting like I dont tear the roof down. I'm too humble to you tell you im better than you, but too talented to ignore the fact that you refuse to respect my craft. Stop sleeping on Johnny Alfredo.

Back to the Feature???

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Random Word: Barbaric???

Barbaric

This is the barbaric muse
I have been looking for

Even though I know you don't have the man power
or steady hands to pull off this procedure,
just tear away my writer's block
like your instincts naturally instruct you

Construct two nostrils in my cerebellum
so that I can dream to breathe
Because the lack of oxygen in my brain
is causing my poetry to beco-co-come hypoxic

Pop lock your way back down to my microphone
tap dance on the rainbows in my nightmares
Freddy Cruguer your way back from my page, to the stage

whether its when I write, or on the mic.

Reinvent me, teach me again to inspire
reign down with your fire
and fire
every unnecessary word that I hire

Show me again how to perfect this craft,
because I am tired of wasting your time...

Random Word: Evolution???

Evolution

Imagine walking hand and hand with Charles Darwin
imagine holding the idea of evolution
so close to your heart, you almost start to understand
the primeval thoughts of your ancestors
But then you remember your Unitarian up bringing
These ideals should be blasphemous
but love can make the ugliest words so beautiful
when coming from the mouth of your husband
I wish I could ask Emma how is was to love him...

Random Word: Conundrum???

Conundrum

To which ever Political Science instructor it may concern:

terrorism is just a cliched conundrum
that the government uses to keep us taking aspirin.
just an infinite sized rubiks cube
the world is too lazy to solve.

You call me subversive
because I refuse to believe the lies
Ted Turner forced feeds my generation
But in generations,
You'll be force feeding these lies
back to a mouth that no longer has an appetite

Lets just spread the truth now
so we dont have to search for it later
because im tired of digging through these bodies
looking for a corpse
with the answers to yesterdays problems.

9/11 isnt a myth
But the Al-Qaeda could pose for a good synonym
And now I cant celebrate Mother's birthday
outside the gates of cemetery

Yet i'm expected to keep quite
and just pop a few aspirins to maintain equilibrium
And hope the 4 walls of my house are thick enough
to block the incoming nuclear missiles

Too bad I write poetry though.

Random Word: Epidemic???

Epidemic

People always wondered why
Priscilla and I never dated

I was never man enough to explain
so I always just claimed that Poetry
was the only girl who could understand me

But truth be told,
I just thought Priscilla was too beautiful
And when a girl is that fine
I dont mind slipping myself into the friend zone

She is my Super Woman
Never fatigue from the 5k marathons
She runs through my mind daily

And although I tried to hide it
she could smell the stench
of my infatuation miles away

Her beauty is the sickness
that every girl wants to be infected with,
And some women walk around hating her
because their bodies carry the anti virus

But sometimes,
I wish her beauty wasn't so epidemic
Because then guys would be more inclined
to love her insides, outside the bedroom...

What kinda Poet is You???

I was having a conversation with friend, who is a PR for a poetry group, the other day and he was describing different poets that he wants to book for future shows. He kept saying things like, "...yea he is a real Political Poet" and "...she is more of an Erotica Poet." This sparked the question in my own head of, what kind of poet am I? I wasn't really sure at the time when I initially asked myself and I was afraid to ask my friend because he may have been confused as well. So I took my time and really pondered on it. I do poetry about all topics from love to politics. I have yet to write a funny poem so I cant be a Comedic Poet. Then it hit me, even though all of my poems are about different things, they all take the same approach at describing their subject matter. All of my poems come in the form of a second or third person story. Not too many things happen in my life that I can find inspirational enough to write about so I usually stay away from first person poetry, but I always find myself fascinated with the lives of others. So there it is, if you ever want to describe me as a poet, just say that I am a StoryTeller.