Poetry: The Artist

Painting his pain with his paintbrush
Color pumps through his veins
He gets high on portraits and outlines
That rush of painting the perfect stroke
He has a love affair with his palette
A little bit of this
A little bit of that
He throws a dash of creativity
In his art stew
The melting pot of color begins
He merges fact with fiction
In the ultimate harmony
Between canvas and color
Immaculate detail borders OCD
He stops at nothing to finish
Like no other....the artist

Poetry: Chain Smoker

Inhale death and exhale life
These white sticks outline my body in chalk
I know it's killing me
But it's hard to walk
Away, keep them far away from me
Please, don't judge
What don't you understand?
Hell, I don't understand it myself
I must be wealthy
All the cigarettes I've smoked
Or just very petty
That I can't say "no."
After every meal
I need me a smoke
When I'm not smoking
All I think about is taking a toke
That rope around my neck
Is far too tight
Loosen the grip a bit
Or take my life
I used to smoke like a chimney
My lungs and smoke would always fight
Quitting cigarettes never felt so right

Poetry: A Perfect Place

Let me go to a perfect place
The grass never has to be cut
It gets greener as the days
Go by, I always say
It's not how much money you make
It's how you spend it
I never meant it
When I doubted your existence
Take me to a place
With a golden spiral staircase
Music 24/7
And a smiling angel face
Family you almost forgot about
Laughing and hugs all around
Yes, I'm talking heaven
If you couldn't read between the lines
It's fine, the meaner people
Who were deemed to be evil
They couldn't make it in time
Good food, and even better conversation
Erasing all your sins from within
No clocks, just lots of love
That joyous place from above
It's heaven....yeah, it's heaven

Poetry: My Pride

Sometimes I hold my pride inside
In a way, I think I'm saving lives
Internally, it's built a divide
Between me, myself, and I
Why try to change this?
I'm not trying to be famous
Laid this verse down on a page, when
I'm stressed from life is what I'm saying
Speak when spoken to
I wonder who can do this?
What would life be like without my ego?
Paradise, sipping a screwdriver with my people
We're all equal in the eyes of the creator
Some were birthed sooner
And some a little later
If words could kill
Would you still want to talk to me?
Roll your eyes, flip your hair
And even scoff at me
Is it prophecy?
I can't come second to none
Sometimes the tongue is mightier than the gun
My pride...

Poetry: Mirror, Mirror on The Wall

I often talk to my reflection
As if it was a different person
Separate from me
It seems that it was certain
The person staring back
Isn't who he seems
His evil eyes aren't a reflection of me
I always thought I was a good person
Not letting negativity affect this
Now I'm seeing it from another perspective
My soul is enclosed in this human mold
I know that I'm supposed to grow old
If wisdom comes with age
Then why does time pass so slow?
Will I ever find the time to do no wrong?
This bitter sweet feeling pulls my strings
The puppeteer and the puppet are fighting
For control, good and evil thoughts
I'm often lost.....in my reflection

Positivity Conquers All

Many people in life often make excuses. I've been guilty of this myself, but I have recognized my faults. Everyone is trying to find the meaning of life. Where did we come from and where are we going? Getting ahead in this world is difficult without help.

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Poetry: Addicted to You

Baby, you're my sweetest escape
Will I figure out the truth
If I lie awake?
It's just me and you
Under the moon's rays
You're not perfect
That's what they say
If I had it my way
I'd bury all of your mistakes
In the backyard
It's so hard to forget your face
We own this moment
So hold it in your heart, love
I can't talk to you
Because you always want to spark up
You've been spending all your green
On buying green
I get left supporting
Your habit, gotta have it
First thing in the morning
It caused me so much pain
You've been faithful at cheating on me
With Mary Jane