Curious

I’m curious. Why am I here?

If God doesn’t exist,

Then life is meaningless.

If he does,

Then life sucks.

I’m curious. Why am I here?

If my IQ were high,

I’d be smartly asinine.

If my IQ were way low,

I’d be off the payroll.

I’m curious. Why am I here?

If I could answer the question,

Maybe I’d learn a lesson.

If I chose to remain ignorant,

Bliss just might set in.

I’m curious. Why are you here?

Dander

Like dander settling in on the scalp,

I sit-away my life

Until someone reaches up and

Scratches me out of existence.

Poetry: My Love, My Enemy

Poetry.

My Love, my enemy.

I can love without you,

But I hate when I do.

Poetry.

My Love, my enemy.

Why, oh, why are you so… cruel?

 Poetry. You’re found in everything I do,

Which is why the only woman I need in this world is you.
I love how the tongue behind your seductive lips
Slips me a French *muaw*
To my unimaginative brain.
Now I see the world in high definition imagery.
Plenty of metaphors and similes
For me to wrap up in a heartbeat
Like that “Cold World” rhyme.
Lyrically, I’m at my prime,
But missing a Mrs.
I’m waiting at the altar,
But you never show up;
You’re off kissing
Someone else.
Do you like being a mistress?
’Cause if so, I don’t know
What I’d do.
You used to be heartfelt.
Now, it’s like your heart failed
Or could it have been mine?

 Poetry.

My Love, my enemy.

I can love without you,

But I hate when I do.

Poetry.

My Love, my enemy.

Why, oh, why are you so… cruel?

 Thought we shared true rhyme,

But you left me in a state of assonance.
You were my muse,
But I skewered your presence,
Ignored your blues.
I had the audacity to be confused
When you left,
Expressing your free verse.
Those precious footsteps
Pitter pattering out the house
How many meters into the street?
Perfect rhythm like a melody within a beat,
Lyrics voicing the song’s creed.
Can you ever forgive my iniquity?
Your ubiquity is killing me;
It’s everywhere except between these bed sheets,
Now a cold place blessed with disgrace
Like a sinner unable to grasp hold of his faith.
I keep mementos of us inside a CD case,
Recorded songs back when we were great.
Love conquered like Alexander,
But was as sweet as…

Poetry.

My Love, my enemy.

I can love without you,

But I hate when I do.

Poetry.

My Love, my enemy.

Why, oh, why are you so… cruel?

 Let’s not forget the past.

Reel it in to the present.
This love is destined
To be, to be, to be
Full of conflict,
But more importantly,
Resolution.
All poetic stories of intrigue
Fall into a certain category
Called restitution.
So return to me,
To us, to “we,”
Together can create anything—
At least as far as imagery.
Your pad, my pen.
Let’s put this reticence to an end.
Strip down to your brown skin
Like India Arie.
All we need
Is a bed of metaphors
And a thick sheet of similes
To give us an abstract,
But comfortable meaning.
If you’re down, meet me
In poetic aria…

Poetry.

My Love, my enemy.

I can love without you, but I hate when I do.

Poetry.

My Love, my enemy.

Why, oh, why are you so… cruel?

Beautiful Blue

Today, I stand here at the edge of this cliff,

Staring down at you, Beautiful Blue.

Dare I taste your salty flesh?

Feel your depth?

Anything to get away from this place.

Beautiful Blue, could you be a convenient escape?

A merciful one?

No, I’m not a quitter. Land is fun—was.

But I’ve done battle in every valley,

Kissed in every open field,

Climbed every mountain,

Stood on their tops and cheered

As I watched the wildlife below.

The Wildlife.

The Wildlife.

   The Wildlife… 

Where animals and humans congregate.

Animals, at least they’re cute,

But these putrid humans?

These creatures with pretty teeth

Claim to be civilized. Oh how they deceive!

Religious zealots and pagans with statements,

Claiming atonement for public debasement.

Scum.

Bitter, I am not.

A bit weary and  overwrought.

To drown among the Dolphins and Great Whites,

A peaceful, fitting way to die,

But I seek not death.

I simply desire asylum

From this treacherous mire.

And you…

Such a Beautiful Blue.

You’ve inspired writers,

Poets,

Sailors,

Divers.

You are the perfect person.

Placid and playful,

Violent, but faithful

To your nature.

How can I reject you?

Beautiful Blue.

I want to be deep inside you

Craving, like an explorer,

A lover,

Craving, like a small child cradled in the womb.

Some might call me foolish, stupid even.

But you, Beautiful Blue, know what I mean, and

So here I go…

One…

Two…

Three…

SpLaSh!