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The B Side of Me

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life

Lost in rotation

Twelve inches in gradual stages

My life in microgrooves

I am vinyl

Played out under the burden of a worn needle

So many times I’ve scratched the surface

Knowing they brought me to hear that one song they love

And for them, I played it over, and over, and over again

Only because that’s what it was easiest to be

You see, I was built to be a 45

But I’ve spun at 33 1/3 rpm’s

Afraid to give them anything, other than what they knew me to be

They brought me for my song and dance

Rarely do they listen to the other side

Nobody cares what’s on the other side

A one hit wonder, and the band played on….

If only they could know my variations

I’m like a phonograph with an old soul

Every day wanting to play a different record

But no desire to bring new complications

I guess only God will ever know the B side of me

And for that reason I’ll be eternally received

I’m putting this record back in its original sleeve, never to be played again

Because only then, will I ever truly be freed

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		The Immortal Wize says: WOW!!! :) poems by this commentor Where We're Headed Breakthrough Carcasses
		darylg44 says: Thanks for the read y'all. Your words inspire poems by this commentor When Nothing Else Matters Those Eyes Gale's Breath
		love_supreme says: I have never sign this style before. Excellent write. poems by this commentor Love Family...I wish Cold Kisses
		darylg44 says: Thanks so much. Appreciate the love poems by this commentor Breathe Regurgitation Tears and Tipped Glasses
		musicevolution says: This is definitely my favorite piece from you..Profound work.
		darylg44 says: Thanks for reading. 1 poems by this commentor Hustle Like Me China White Magic
		PHIRE says: Turn the record over...i wanna read the B side poems by this commentor My Grief Who Knew Hipnotice
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		darylg44 says: Thanks Phire poems by this commentor Spade That Should Have Been Me Tears and Tipped Glasses
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY darylg44

Regurgitation

A past without a future

When your life and times become the time of your life

Open wounds without a suture

The illusion of knife like pains, now the pains from an actual knife

Claim without accountability

Money being the root of evil, when evil’s true roots are desire

To be sane without tranquility

A mind in pieces is now a piece of mind, dysfunction sewn into sapphire

Intellect without knowledge

Darkness enlightened and in that light you find your truth

Retrospect without a conscience

Youth without evolution or the evolution of today’s youth?

Addiction without temptation

Recognition of one’s own affliction, kills its’ trigger, and allows you to own it

Opportunity without contemplation

When a...

The B Side of Me

Lost in rotation

Twelve inches in gradual stages

My life in microgrooves

I am vinyl

Played out under the burden of a worn needle

So many times I’ve scratched the surface

Knowing they brought me to hear that one song they love

And for them, I played it over, and over, and over again

Only because that’s what it was easiest to be

You see, I was built to be a 45

But I’ve spun at 33 1/3 rpm’s

Afraid to give them anything, other than what they knew me to be

They brought me for my song and dance

Rarely do they listen to the other side

Nobody cares what’s on the other side

A one hit wonder, and the band played on….

If only they could know my variations

I’m like a phonograph with an old soul

Every ...

Tomorrow's Eve

As sure as the day

When all seems just

Still I stir

Gently teased by the warmth of tempering words

Yet still I shiver

Here’s to the rattling of so many devalued bones

And to the every man who is prudent,

Whose words are actually acknowledged and heard, that truly knows

A mere glitch to those

The supposed all-knowing souls

To whom the sum of my parts, is actually all that make me whole

To those of whom not a line is blurred

And liberty’s offered yet cautiously served

Each day is tomorrow’s eve

The day before enduring much the same as today

And the quest for quiet moments within them

Just to pray

Seeking a shift in the wind,

Just one promising turn

And a reason to rise for one more day

Gale's Breath

As I walk this deserted path

a tunnel of empty hollow,

my eyes whisk away

and run North towards the Heavens.

My mind wanders to the original score of swallowing silence.

All but for the orphanage of gravel that cries out beneath my deliberate strides.

Small abandoned pieces, splintered long ago.

Broken in their own right,

a quarry of screams, crunching under my hardened sole.

How fitting.

So rootless is my walk

as the wind implores and whispers its final warning.

Still, I remain unsure

whether confounded under the guard of shelter,

or having never to see another morning.

The forecast speaks aloud the â€œFujita Scaleâ€ of me.

Willingly I lay down my stones

and shiver from the exhale of my inner storm, still unseen.

With everything I bare, feeling the unsavory air

of Galeâ€™s breath upon my own neck,

Iâ€™m scarred and unclean.

And Iâ€�...

Spade

After all these years this is still me

Never mind all those spoken about strides

If it walks like a duck, quacks like one

What about wearing that dreadfully fitting shoe?

Never mind the way I came up aces in my debut

A spade is a spade regardless of trade

Isnâ€™t that what you say?

Regardless of status or spouse

Even having moved into my big White House

Seems to me your mind continues to be made

Would you

Like to roll tape and cue

The last 150 years in review?

I told you before I was intelligent and prophetic

Yes

I speak of that same â€œHustleâ€

Of which I still remain â€œunapologeticâ€

Every day I walk these streets

Every day

So when we talk and I see you smile and say

â€œI call a spade a spadeâ€

Is that really how you figure?

Are you still awaiting my approving smile?

Still?

I thought I knew yo...

Let's Talk

Letâ€™s just talkâ€¦

And put to bed all the screaming

To each other we would never

But to the hate we stay intimately connected

To the outside eyes itâ€™s seeming

And to the taste of our unsweetened home

It pours like black coffee

With spoonfuls of our sugarless drone

Itâ€™s become our latest meaning

If we could just talkâ€¦

Without the seasoning of disdain

God sees all

He hears the listening we donâ€™t allow

The way weâ€™ve slowed to a crawl

The kind words we no longer entertain

You scream

I scream

We bristle at the mention of each otherâ€™s name

When weâ€™ve not the energy to breathe

No longer do we even know how

This was not His idea of cleave

Loyal to not a single vow

I wish we could just talkâ€¦

Having traveled that barren road

Exploring every alternate route

Navigating without di...

Faces

For each day we are given to rise

We are the authors

Published countless times

Inside our hard covers

individual accounts litter the brittle pages

Always on display through the windows of the world

Everyday

Read by the legions of eyes

Our faces

The autobiographies of uncharted lives

For us they concede the unspoken truths

Our ever changing faces

Rare a thing that can speak volumes

without the obligation of conversation

Though it may offer few words,

few aberrations

Still

Our faces

Always ever-present

inevitably releasing those quiet revelations.

Our novels construed by our facial debuts

We wear our smiles

The venomous glare of our many trials

Each creased line like a treasure map to wisdom,

from the infinite number of learned lessons

Our expressions

speak of our joy, our pain, our transgressions

Even our distant gaze...

Contagious

Contagious the man who spreads miserable grain

A slave to his own ball and chain

Conspicuous his burden

For all to see

Glaring is his cynical stride

He drinks the nectar of the fruitless tree

Probing for the fraud in welcoming faces

Unrest he foresees, though not always at hand

His growth is stunted by his mindâ€™s oasis

Slow to understand

Not all breathed air is of frigid land

But for the contagious man

When the cold wind blows

He has arrived home

For the cold is all he knows

He disparages the notion of an offered hand

Intrigued by motive

The toxin released from his spread wings

Pollutes the air with energy so corrosive

So hurried to judge

Rusty is his weathered grudge

Crippled by his own conjecture

Suspicious of a kind heart

Disbelieving of a selfless gesture

Staying warm beneath layers of unkind

A postman of the wor...

That Should Have Been Me

My eyes and their hurtful lies

As they show me a face familiar

But I know this is one they never truly knew

And though from afar

These eyes of mine

Affixed to this face in my likeness I now see

Iâ€™m as sure as the day is long

This face I see never desired to know me

And though you donâ€™t see from where you stand

I speak to you aloud as if you can

Youâ€™re that carbon copy of a man

The original author of me

Who owns all my features

Your only job to do what she couldnâ€™t

To enlighten and make this boy a man

But I no longer obsess with why you wouldnâ€™t

Because now itâ€™s too late

Iâ€™m already broken

As a child, instead of with you I sat hoping

And threw my ball against a loveless wall

While you were on the first train smokinâ€™

You

So unwilling

And I

Your unworthy seed

Regrettably stamped w...

I Was Just Leaving

Maybe itâ€™s me

Always overly acquainted with the all knowing eyes

And the rubbernecking of studying stares

The steady flow of innuendo

Perplexing

The arrows of displeasure aimed in my direction

All for having lowered my anchor

Rejoicing in where Iâ€™ve landed

Maybe not the preferred destination

But content with the richly cultivated grains of my being

Fertilized in fortitude from the favor Iâ€™ve been granted

And the divine soils in which my feet have firmly been planted

Maybe itâ€™s me

Because my world is now serene

No longer entertaining the misunderstanding of me

And those who are still burdened

When I feel no obligation to explain the essence of my theme

Or the reasons for my chosen path

Those of which have caused my soul to scream

Far too often in the past

Maybe itâ€™s me

Because these beads of perspiration are not from di...

The B Side of Me

Regurgitation

The B Side of Me

Tomorrow's Eve

Gale's Breath

Spade

Let's Talk

Faces

Contagious

That Should Have Been Me

I Was Just Leaving

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