The Sweet Spot

Wreck

Listen

next to me

a bad nightmare

sneak by on this

way, behind me,

I shout, torturing me,

sick of your excuses

you need to drown in

your own woes, I don't

need you to accomodate

me, this operation is a 

mess, don't invade me

I'm already gone

The Sweet Spot

I gather my things - parts of me that will travel on this road called life

Moving on my own - no car or van - transportation less - no bus or train

I drive myself with my own two feet - a recurring theme for me

This is how I live my self - on the go - never stopping - gotta keep

it moving - no stopping - at this point in my life - this perfect point

is the sweet spot

Urban Nectar

Statues of former kings

Weep concrete tears

A puddle forms, a pool of nothingness

in which a stone is cast, the ripples

are grand, spellbinding ringlets

challenge the senses. I don't know

what anything is anymore. Someone

please help me to understand, my being

demolished, a drop of burgundy in the

concrete, the cracks in the sidewalk

drink it up like nectar from the gods.

Margins

Edge of sentinmental

after the line has been

crossed, waiting to see

the results like a

contestant in life's

race, burned by

ignorance, hoping

for brilliance, lights

out, throwing shade

on dreams, the edge

is now blurred by

bitter tears, fitting

in isn't fitting, but it's

all that matters to you

Done Me Wrong

I'm going to put my big girl panties on

and slay everyone who has done me wrong

Not killin' them, don't need a felony,

But thrillin' them with the vibe that's me

I have to do me, be free of envy

Strut into a room, drop my vibe

the floor goes boom.

So haters I will say so long

I have no time for those

who have done me wrong.