Almost

Thank God for you,
because I learned the meaning
through you.
I almost didn't need
because I had you.

To know true love
is to receive the gift.
But givers take away.
And the given get pissed.
The guidelines for what
no one understands

exist. But the answer
remains a mystery.
We're His eyes that
can't see through the mist.
She's the treat
you must have missed.

Skeleton Jon

Some tracks that aren't complete, but were just begging to see the light of day. Hopefully, at some point, I'll record these (and others that are still locked in the closet) in a more polished way. For now, here they are. Blemishes and all.

ChapterHouse Open Mic

I participated in this reading/open mic a few months ago. Hosted by Philadelphia Poetry Collective

Video produced by Noise Soul Cinema

I Have to Live

I try my best to ignore bad decisions,
Messages that can't be unsent,
Moves that can't be undone.
So scared of the repercussions.

The trial has already begun.
The error plays all around me
And I'm not sure where to run.
Lord, what have I done?

Just then I heard a door open.
I knew he was home.
I didn't ask for advice,
But complimented him some.

I saw that his skin was flaking
Off the top of his dome.
He had been burned by the sun
In a place where he had hair once.

When I told him what was wrong,
He fed me some coincidental wisdom.
He said, “Son,
That's just something I have to live with today.”

The Doors

The fridge door keeps the cold air in,

while the front door keeps the hot air in.

The back door let's the breeze blow through,

but the side door's where the kids sneak in.

Have you ever tried to open the door

of a creator's mind? You might start saying, The Creator.

A part of you might die, but a part of you might live

like never before.

Entertain the Simultaneous

Passed down through the years, hand me downs wear thin

like a story stemmed from a bad translation. The words

highlight on the screen. We have to feel them to sing what they mean.

The timid wait till tomorrow to transcend.

                                                                                       To conquer right now,

we're all born at the same time, living stories that seem strange.

Bridge that generation gap after certainty of greener pastures

fails to bring brighter futures. You are the audience and the entertainment.

I Didn't Trip

When I walk through the pitch black
hallways, painting the invisible corridors
with my eyes. I imagine a shape on the top step,
a breathing kitty hologram, waiting in the trip zone.
A flip of the switch reveals nothing, but a return to normal.
There's nothing unexpected in this house.