What is a poet?
A person who can rhyme?
A person who can make sense out of nothing?
Someone who seeks acceptance by blogging rants
and raving about others within reason ...
What is a poet?
A human being trying his best to show knowledge
in something in which he does not partake
while the audience snaps its fingers to applaud?
Tell me, what is a poet?
Is it a teenage girl who writes in her diary on a daily
basis, ignoring all the rules of grammar?
We are ALL poets.
We can ALL show it.
A flow for the show we put on
So just go with it.
A flow so sick we'll have Ne-yo under the weather
Professional or Indie in it
Dot or feather.
The world is composed of these human
beings who hide from the truth
But our pudding IS the proof
and while we stand as one or fall as individuals
We shall no longer be afraid to voice our opinions
or gather, furthermore, the real scoop
Baskin Robbins are WE
31 flavors of God's ice cream
And we can melt together in a pot
or be tossed around like a salad
But in the end of it all
We are nothing but a society who has battled and fallen
Do we lay on the street or wake up from our dream
to a real nightmare as we face reality?


What more do you present when what's
inside has been presented?
How do you progress when your daily mood is dejected?
While my mind thinks double-time
My thoughts are deflected
Because a beauty like no other
She creates her own direction.
My focus is never stronger
Yet it's focused on one thing only
How many times must I debate this ...
This act of being lonely?
Am I lonely or just alone?
I won't pretend to be a phony
And for those who don't know
I'm sorry homey, you don't know me.
For I'm a man, like few, of many emotions.
I'm not afraid to speak the truth about love, behold this:
Our hearts will strive for cupid's touch, yet,
and while may still be broken.
Can we mend our blood pumpers
Even while trying to move forward?
Or is time the real key?
A deep and free necessity
A puzzle piece to seek thee who shall bring peace from anonymity
Or is said peace even an oddity?
Oddly enough, she's a commodity.
And honestly I never met anyone like her ...
To her I give my honor cowardly.
Because that's how she makes me feel.
Weak and timid at times but full of life at the wheel ...
Driving through heaven
Floating on the wings of this angel
Who has blessed me with the ability
To allow my heart to heal.


It's amazing how easily we take things for granted.
Nature is overlooked but cell phones are enchanted.
Love is abused and power is demanded.
Justice misdirected, employment supplanted.
Poverty undermined, freedom reprimanded.
Political leaders make out like bandits
While the People are abandoned.


Sometimes the people closest to us
are the ones we treat with such disdain.
And the ones we cherish and love the most
are ones that don't remain.
If you think I may be wrong, you might want to think again.
Cuz at times I may be crazy, but at least I'm not insane.
For things are just the same, we all complain and writhe in pain.
It's only human nature to cry over a spilled drink.
And while we drink the media's Kool-Aid,
we are numb with novocaine.
Instead, let's try to be supernovas and refrain from the mind games.


How can a butterfly be so intriguing?
It's so hard to catch and its destination has no ceiling.
A graceful creature with a warm-to-the-bone feeling.
And its symmetry is impeccable, how could it not be appealing?
Its silence is deadly, yet its attraction is mesmerizing.
Body language like no other, its beauty is hypnotizing.
A colorful display, its grasp is almost tantalizing.
And as tempting as it seems, its capture can be compromising.
A capture, nonetheless, would be an experience.
For the seeker must be engaged to display his resilience.
The goal all along was to not settle for less than brilliance.
Hoping that this precious butterfly will see his significance.


I don't know where or how to begin.
This has been on my mind for months.
This mind-boggling, sleep-depriving onslaught of thoughts.
An anxiety for ages, curiosity-filled vaults.
A what-to-do, how-to-go-about-it mentality of sorts.
A non-stop flight of dreams but a nightmare of destinations.
Peaceful wondering of what more-to-come cynical sensations.
An observation to say the least, this eats at you readily.
And as much as I absorb, my spongy heart hangs heavily.
For I will not let it hang anymore, truth be told.
I have kept my mouth shut for too long, time to be bold.
I can no longer be at peace with my mystery untold.
I refuse to let it die, this history is not old.
I have thought of you non-stop since the first day we talked.
I admired your swag, your mind, and your walk.
I've respected your time and don't believe I've reached stalk
More importantly, I see a complete woman overall.
My fear of speaking will be no more.
This is how I feel about you, please don't ignore.
Im pouring out my heart in the middle of this storm
Because "mad-crazy-love-creepy" has rained down on you before.
Please see me for who I am, not what you don't want me to be.
I'm not your typical male, not manipulating or shady.
I want to share with you my life, my interests, and occasionally.
Make you laugh a little bit because you're sweet — diabetes.


So this will be the last, and I mean the last poem
I have nothing more left to say, color me boredom.
I am eager to see how your feelings feel, show them.
I beg you not to leave this unanswered, no one likes the unknown.


We'll all someday cross an unknown path.
Patience will allow us to overcome our inner wrath.
We don't need a curriculum to know that we're a part of the math.
For our pace is not a race, nor is it a dash.
I hope that one day our words are heard and
confined to the ears of the blind.
We, too, dream in color and in rhyme.
And just when we make time to unwind,
We end up back at the starting line.
Life is so sublime ...


Is your glass half empty or is it half full?
It depends on how you measure, where do you store your bull?
It is our mental strength which enables us to
overcome our past and turn the tables.
Our willpower empowers us to resist our cravings
Twisting our behavior in order to persevere.
Some look toward their savior, while others face their fears.
But what is it exactly we're afraid of ... do you own a mirror?


Oh St. Valentine, It's that time again!
Love fills the air ... Mind-numbing cards,
cupid, and all things come in pairs.
Pink and red are sold out everywhere
Dinner reservations are scarce, mainly taken by honeys and sweeties.
So what do you give someone who's allergic to
flowers and suffers from diabetes?


What is the fear? Of what, are you afraid?
Afraid of the sincerity, emotions to be displayed?
A woman like you, fearless? No, it may be jade.
I get it now, green is your favorite color ... it's explained.
I know not of your past. But i'll listen if you tell me.
I wanna get to know you, your interests, your family.
You're the only woman I've thought about since we met, it's scary.
Yet, I'm smiling everyday. There's something about Mary.
I wouldn't waste my time if I thought it were temporary.
Nor would I write all these rhymes out of the ordinary.
You open up my mind to see things more clearly.
So let me share my thoughts with you, please hear me.


A gloomy day today, just like 9 years ago.
She was taken too early, her time was far from old.
She arose to the heavens, but left us warmth for the cold.
And we'll never forget the moments we shared and stories she told.
She blessed us with her aura, cleansed us with her praises.
Never short of words, she overflowed with graceful phrases.
She was the shining light in our darkest hour,
her strength always amazed us.
A hero to us all, thank you for being so courageous.


How do we count the never-ending ways?
When in love, you're amazed by all things significant others display.
Let's erase the disarray, this poisonous trait, if I may.
But the days have no bearing on the timeless game we play.
Is it real or is it fake?
I guess we'll find out when the shapes take place
Because sincerity is dealt with face to face.


Too much blood shed, not enough books read.
We pray for peaceful sleep while some pray to even have a bed.
Our money might be green, but did it stem from the hands of red?
How many people had to die just so your appetite was fed?
Some say the blind lead the blind, but that only leads to more dead.
How about we open up our eyes, pay more attention instead?
Our economy is in shambles and less than
half of marriages stay wed!
And if family is our butter, then why does
it continue molding our bread?
"We need to learn to live a little," at least that's what is said.
We need to mold ourselves righteously so we can learn to get ahead.


People will come and people will go
Some you'd wished for and others you don't know.
But fate is very interesting, it's really uncontrolled
From the moment you wake until the moment you doze.
It is times like these that we'd wish we didn't grow.
Then again, how do seeds become trees in a world so shallow?


Observation, let me tell you, is a wondrous ability.
Listening to these voices brings me so much tranquility.
The inner ear hears things while the outer does the filtering.
Yet my focus is just flowering, never once is it wilting.
Why are people so loud? Do they wanna be heard?
Hello! Wake up and realize that your view is absurd.
The standouts will arise, they need not speak a word
For their actions alone will represent the herd.
Must we be sheep in this world full of prey?
We're asleep if we curl up and waste the bulk of the day.
We can peak if we peek out the window, is there gray?
True colors are a testament to the deals that we make.
Deal or no deal? Can we build on this, peers?
Whether pending or finalized, the intent is always clear
You can bask in your darkness or flip the headlights, dear.
Our defining moments are the ones that we used to once fear.


A day no one forgets.
A day so sleepless.
A rude awakening that kept us alert, so on edge.
A tragedy no individual should endure.
We must work harder
We must strive to a find a cure.
We can't be fake or artificial anymore
Can we attempt to be pure?
Let's protect each other from harm
Avoid another such situation.
Kill the profiling, kill the racism!
Enough of the stereotypes people!
We're all human, it's only 1 world, nobody is see-through.
Two Decades is a long time, we have shunned each other too long.
We need to learn to live peacefully, without
hatred and carry on what makes us strong.
Many lives were lost that day, many loved ones taken too soon.
Our hearts still hang heavily like the weight of a full moon.
We shall never forget this day, we shall always remember
The heroes and victims of that tragic 11th of September.


She's like no other, an original dame.
I've looked around the city, not one is the same.
She scares me with her thoughts, yet I'm the one to blame.
Because her mystery is attractive, but it helps keep me sane.
You know who you are, I need not say your name.
And they say "Love is such an easy game to play"
But nothing in life comes easy, dare I say.
It's a struggle everyday and I look forward to the pain.
The anguish it gives me when I lay down and think.
What am I doing wrong? I count my eyelids blink.
I have focused my attention, I refuse to let it sink.
For this angel in disguise has gotten me tickled pink.
My cheeks are always blush as bashful as I may be
I never thought my curiosity would get the best of me.
My instinct is that this woman is a blessing
And I'd rather know for sure instead of always just guessing.


Every story has an ending.
All ends have a means.
Not all dreams are nightmares.
I mean, not all nightmares are dreams.

But there are 3 sides to every story
Not one of them is relevant
If the purpose of knowing the truth
Doesn't come from the person tellin' it

How skewed are our thoughts?
How deranged can we be?
When we look for good within
and can't even expect honesty?

Let's not get it twisted
This idea of wanting morale
Because we herd like cows
Only to end up in a corral

We want answers to the Q's
And quick to question the A's
But how genuine are we really
If we do good and seek the praise?

We stay humble but garner attention
We eat less but gain more
Realistically, it's simple economics
Is it a ceiling or a floor?


A white fluffy mess.
A slow falling bliss.
Plows feed off of me
And traffic makes no progress.
Alert the news station
Because the storm watch is upon us
Prepare for an Armageddon!
More like flurries, let's be honest.
But I'm from Chicago, it's nothing to fret about
A hat and a hoodie and we can all just sweat it out.
The snow is not a bother, yet the people forget about
The mild winter we've had, very mild without a doubt.


Today, I pay homage to a very special sister.
An all-star, a champion, a legitimate A-lister.
A bonfire, a hurricane, a never-ending twister.
And believe me when I tell you, it's hard to resist her.
For her strength and endurance, both mental and physical
She never quits, won't give up, her dedication is a miracle.
The emotion she expresses when she speaks is lyrical.
And a president of beauty, I'm not talking political.
A woman of many means, no task is inhibiting.
You'll love to see her happy, a smile so riveting.
Infectious laughter at its best, almost imprisoning.
Today, it's your world ... we're just visiting.


You promised not to say anything
Nobody was supposed to know
This secret I confided in you
Now I'm feeling rather low

I'm feeling so betrayed.
An emptiness in my heart
I trusted you with everything
Why did it suddenly fall apart?

In a flash, you shattered our bond
With a dagger, cheap attack
I never once teased the idea
Of stabbing you in the back

But you killed more than a friend
You murdered your identity
And you slain this relationship
From keeping its serenity

I look at you in disgust
I am so built up with anger
A person so sweet, so sincere
Yet, capable of such danger

I'm a fool, I suppose
This whole time I point the finger
Instead of viewing my own image
I just let my resentful mind linger


They say time is of the essence, but why are we always rushing?
If the value of time varies, then we should not continue flushing
our money down the drain if we find no return
on our investment in life, this vicious cycle that burns and burns
with a fire so hot that we are scorched by the madness.
It surrounds our daily lives ... is there happiness in sadness?


Today is a gift.

Not only for its mysterious outcome but also for its swaying drift.
Often, we look forward to this heavy shift.
Numerous weights to lift.
Hemming the tears, mending the rifts.
A futuristic past with countless tasks to sift.

What a struggle living in this society.
We deal with insecurity, deal with sobriety.
We sing in a major way, but always know there's a higher key.
And no matter what we do, it's shadowed by liability.

However, that doesn't mean we should bow our head.
We learn to cope, hoping to limit the tears shed.
Wishing for a way to bake our homemade bread.
Praying for more success, less homeless, fewer dead.

Seeking guidance to obtain our spot in heaven.
Ethical motives are drawn out, yet, practiced, we haven't.
But history wasn't long ago, don't say it's irrelevant.
Because we're back to the future ready to claim our present.


Sleepless nights, hopeless fights
Ready or not, don't kill the lights
Battle for love, scarring the sites
High as a kite but afraid of flights

Amazing how we conquer life
Broken records, husband & wife
Daily routine, dull as a knife
Content with stress, complacent with strife

We clown around but can't laugh
We cry like waterfalls after the math
Search for detours, veer off the path
Missing the moment, cut in half

Focus on a goal, return to your spot
Hinting at success, connect the dots
Seek your destiny, don't miss a shot
Be prepared, ring the bells ... Ready or Knot?


Grievance is the cousin of denial.
Although we don't express it very often
The latter stretches a mile.
We deny facts and believe opinions
And digress when it comes to truth.
We shake our heads in disbelief
Even when we know we have the proof.
But acceptance is seldom accepted
Ignorance — simply ignored.
Frustration takes over and anger occurs
Soon tears of sadness are poured.
Lasting impressions are forever engraved
The final moments never cease.
Lest we forget not, however,
What's lost is now at peace.
Many times memories overshadow
The lifelong story of the past
Remember all of the history, all of the struggle
Or you'll think it went by too fast.


A new day, a new gadget.
The world in which we reside.
New makeup, a new pageant.
Ten years old with a backside.

It's a shame we've come to this
A society broken and misguided
Keep hope, keep faith nonetheless
Although, our attention is divided.

We can't focus, gimme a drug.
We can't sleep, there's a pill for that.
But we lost our dignity, here's a hug.
Then wake up from the nightmare ... smack!

An apple a day keeps the doc away
But a pad or a pod won't
I, however, do not determine my fate
Nor will a prediction from a phone

So let's seek and explore, the jungle's at ease
An amazon for all mankind
Allow me to rekindle my thoughts, please
Be righteous, get ahead ... let us not fall behind.


It's fl u season and we all just fight the cold.
Sudafed flying off shelves and vaccines are a must, least we're told.
I'm sitting at home trying to regain my voice,
trying to make mild turn to bold.
Yet, I'm coughing a lung as mucus is sprung
into the napkin that I fold.

How long will this last, how many drugs shall I take?
It's psychological I think, my nose drips like a faucet to form a lake.
I can no longer imagine another teacup
beside me, I'm boiling, half-baked.
Cuz being high off Benadryl and NyQuil
together is a sign that I'm caked.

Excedrin for this migraine, will the throbbing please cease?
Allegra, kick in, I beg you! God bless me ...
how many times must I sneeze?
As my dad curses and yells at me and
blames this illness on the breeze
That hit me after I showered and blasted my
immune system, all my killer-T's.

So I take my antibiotic and wait for the effects.
I gag on my phlegm, you can blame that on the Mucinex.
My body gives in, I fall asleep watching Netflix.
Although I'm not crying, I got a tight hold on my Kleenex.

I dream "this too shall pass, no more pills, I refuse!"
I'm stuffy and runny at the same time, best believe I got my tissues.
And this mobile drugstore we call the
world, often times we do misuse.
The goods that we abuse only lead to bigger issues.