Random Word: Chronic???

Sherry use to enjoy dinner time like Christmas Mornin

And her mother was mean chef
who knew how
to put the soul
in soul food

I mean she really knew how to put her foot in it!
And though she wasn't from Texas
Sherry always believed that being bigger was better

but one day Sherry confused her tv for mirror
compared her reflection to a Seventeen magazine
and convinced herself that being plus sized
was no longer acceptable

Her mind had become susceptible
to anything that could make her feel
But since then, Sherry has fallen
completely out of touch
with herself

So now,
Sherry regurgitates thoughts of dinner time
like a drunk uncle at family reunions

she burps empty stomachs in break rooms
as if trying to gather laughs
during a high school lunch period

Breakfast is trapped somewhere in her imagination
alongside Sherry's new found popularity
but she just walks around
hand and hand with Delusion
as if this all is a dream

But in reality,
She is a walking
chronic eating disorder
Her lungs breathe starvation
Her stomach growls like jungles
of third world countries
Her face is a wall where we use to
hang smiling portraits
Her hair is chipped paint
Her limbs are corroded pipes

Her body is an abandoned home
that every one is afraid to go near
and guys often take bets
to see who is brave enough to sleep in her overnight

Sherry traded in her SOUL food
for diet pills and skipped meals
but beauty never came to her
in the form of capsule...

Random Word: Imagination???

I've always made excuses
for not having ever written a poem about you
but really you were just a muse
that I couldn't get on paper fast enough

You were just that one quote
that probably would have changed the world
if only I had found a chisel
to get you in my stone cold heart
and ensure that you would stick around forever

But I cant say I didn't write your name in pencil on purpose
because even a blind man can see
that danger doesn't always
show its face in plain sight

You made me vulnerable to my own weakness
cuz you knew I wasn't good with handling mail
yet you always expected me
to push then envelope in our relationship

I bet you still wonder how
every time you'd search and try to find me
I'd always magically manage to lose myself

Because my mind ran in circles
trying to think outside the box for you
so maybe you should stay confined
to the radius of my imagination.

Just allow my dreams to breathe...

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...