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Poetry Break: Monkey Me

See I’ve been wrestling with this monkey called depression for some years, and he occasionally, hangs out with this gorilla named alcohol, and for a while in high school, he hung out with this baboon, buffoon weed, and every time I swear I got him beat and I love my life or so it seems he comes round with his reel to reel, and replays my life full of bullshit themes, from love story to the dramas, and crazy action horror flicks. Hollywood has no idea what real 3D, breathtaking life is, nothing worse than watching bad shit happen, except that goes on with innocent kids who had no decision on their existence, sometimes I used to wonder if I’m the master of my destiny, who is anyone to deem me wrong for politely conceding and ending my journey? But every day I still strive this monkey see, and do, and do lie, do wrong, make me strong……sometimes,weigh me down, stall my breath, feel like death……some days,   I keep on going, because those days when the monkey is too exhausted from fighting, when he can’t immobilize, and his lack of opposable thumbs gets him down, these are the days, weeks, and months for which I live,  absent shaven head and umbrella sword fights, no delusions of grandeur, or depraved indifference, just even keel, favorite meal, that’s my jam, singing off key happily, everyday type flow, man o man, the days without that monkey yo, a clear day in LA where you can see forever, But this thoughtless fool, he  knows my address, sees my progress and at a moment’s notice will take the time to ascend my thighs, and claim jump my peace, distracting me with his incessant gorilla chatter, attempting to convince me to sit, out this round, this passage, this life, un-scratchable itch, mean ol’ monkey bitch, why me, why harass little back, small hip me?  Fight him off one more time, as he smiles at me that’s life baby girl, don’t you get it, see, deep down inside you appreciate me, I make some of your days amazing, I dredge you into exhaustion and encourage you to refrain from success, and wallow in this stress, but it’s me that gets up and my weight presses you on, ungrateful whiner God sent me to make you strong, what could I say, what in reality was there to do, I slapped his little monkey ass, and said bring it on boo
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Poetry Break: Nothing But Death (live)

I would have posted this last month But May was just all too much for me. My older sister, who this poem is dedicated to, was murdered in 2005. Last month her birthday (44th), mothers day and my niece’s college graduation all happened within a matter of days of one another. I was a hot buttered mess of tears. In fact on my nieces graduation, which also happened to be mothers days i found myself crying inconsolably in my room feeling once again like I failed my niece and nephew by not being available to them. I am grateful that they grew up with a wonderful and loving support system and are both college educated awesome individuals. I know their mom would be so proud.

Nothing But Death was my answer to my grieving process and I performed it at Rustbelt in 2013 with my Sister Chani The Hippie ,who also happens to be my #12yeartwin because we share a birthday.  I hope you enjoy it

 

 

 

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Poetry Break: Innuendos and Maybes

Innuendos and maybes

that I could slay thee

that your death might give way

to clear definitions

no guesses, just yeses

rolled off perky pink tongues

eager to wrestle

longing to please

that my preciously pink tongue could be

the yes

that silences your maybe

and I could put to rest the imagination that causes my body stress

see my heart races and my temperature rises

anytime she’s inclined to do so

as you stroke her with your casual conversation

belay her patience

increase her frustration

give rise to the burning desires of midnight romps

and noonday satisfactions

constant distractions

random moment stealing thoughts

attempts not to overwhelm my senses

with my imagination’s census of you

breath-taking thoughts cause vaginal convulsions

at the idea of your beginning

entering my forever

this treasure

could the pleasure stop time

and for those brief moments as we meld into one rhythmic soul

intertwine

as the world ceases to spin

and the moon embraces the sun

all the while as the tide reverses it course

and flows toward eternity

and I think

could my precious pink tongue be the yes

that silences your maybe

as I bring you into me

and sing symphonies, my own masterpiece

created with every soft, sultry lick

and pressure-filled contraction

each intentional stroke

as I embrace the center of your universe with my lips

would u appreciate my offering

reward me my gift

the sultry sound of my name on your lips

would you hold me gently by my redness

show me how u like it

would you give me the fruit meant for the gods

and let me devour it

or adorn it like the finest silk

oh my playful unrelenting imagination

encircled with sounds of yeses and nos

and maybes

visions of perspiration kissed flesh

and lust-soaked sheets

the release of long-held passions

mind-locking fantasies

body-shaking possibilities

all from light speed glances

and soft spoken words

random fleeting meetings of flesh

to the mind that all suggest that we

should match wits and waists

and any wastes of time

you’ve already gotten hold of my mind

with your ever intelligent reverence to life

its general complexities with humility

and that ever present maybe







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