Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I'm Not Writing ...AKA Purposless (Poem)

I am not writing another poem about heartache!

NO, This is merely an exercise to show how emotions

And logic are always on opposing sides

 Like…Fight or Flight, It’s like

Bringing a double edge Sword to a Gun Fight
That has me standing downright

From this height, all I have is a  Deja-Viewwwwwwww

Looking Through This closed window of opportunity

Handed down..So its nothing new to me

What started with face book pokes

Is now Wasted on Ink Key Strokes...

In some weak hope  that we can be cool folk

As my sentiments just aspire to be the butt 

Of  Girlfriend Text Messaged Jokes

“Guess What This Fool  Did?”....

Starts Off Your Sentence, now I’m menaced

By Regrets and no Closure for this ceremonious finish..

To Think, I thought Purpose gave meaning,

But the demeaning of your character

Is Seemingly on the Tip Of My Tongue

Where the only thing I wanted to know

Is where you were coming from,

Not even where we were going............ 

Showing that we weren’t on the same page

I Gave You A Word, 

And You delivered a Scroll 

Of why The Thought of us being Close

Shouldn’t be entertained but Annulled 

......Or at least platonic…......

How many burnt bridges must I Abandon???

I guess that’s The Toll for being honest?? 

So Pardon Me If I’m Venting,

But I feel it’s therapeutic To Mention, that the measure of this man

Goes Beyond these superficial dimensions, 

so Heart Is Heavy that

That back is strained 

Every times it beats at the thought of Being Beat,

And Actually Thinking On My Unicycle I ride through life

That For You!!! I was willing to build a passenger seat….(I’m a Creep)

Radio Heads… For The Garbage Cause its Songs

 Make this healing Process seem that  much longer

That I’m longing to actually come up Short…

Stacked Volumes of My Books of Life

To Reach A Glass Ceiling You Knocked on From the other side

And You Have the audacity to say you understand if I don’t reside??

F@*$,  That!!!

You Can Add another footnote while I edit this chapter

Wondering Why I Authored another “Why Did I Choose Her”

And Realized that weighing options  still make you the  biggest loser

Loose Her, We were never tight, What a fool believes he even sees

Even If he’s been massaged by the darkness of Midnight

Mid-flight I felt turbulence, But I buried my Disturbance

In Our Common Ground…until Self-Respect  Made Me Unearth it….

And in The End I Wonder…Was it really all worth it ????

SO Why Did I Hope That Emotions and Logic 

Could live Behind Picked Fences

Of Sentimental Sentences and Shared Interest? 

Only in Sitcoms, where father knows best

And stay at home mom

Are at odds with offspring to run a laugh track 

 Imagine That, while I Use John’s Lenin

To cover up the fact that this is

 indeed is another poem about heart ache

And I’m too drained to exercise

Logic after explaining my emotions…

1 comment:

  1. "the only thing i wanted to know
    is where you were coming from,
    not even where we were going" - well done.

    pray this poem isn't from experience. but if it is, this catharsis should help you, to quote John Lennon, "start to make it better."