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...