It's ok; I'm just a slave to words

I live among workers and mass producers. Chronic caffeine abusers and nicotine doers...Glass ceiling movers and pencil eraser chewers. Those who clock in and out of work to live but are never really living at all. How can you even breathe when your running so fast to catch your breath?
I live among workers and mass producers. "Yes sir and ma'am" procurers, and paper shoving mules. Less human and more clone, always doing what they are told; walk now vs. don't go, stay in line and don't mess up the flow. How do you claim to think when others tell you what you should know?
I live among workers and mass producers. Taxi cab whores and underdog lords...no time off because they can't afford; no real life because they cant endure. Reality is limited to their clipboards, a 9-5 hustle to seek monetary rewards...How can anyone pay you for missing what your future may have had in store?
I'm no ones worker, employee or user. No ones bi-monthly paycheck pursuers, no ones overtime doer. I live for me. Im my best and worst boss - I give it my all and the rewards outweigh the costs. I have no paycheck; the world pays me in always reading and appreciating, hanging on my last work and breathlessly waiting...greatness comes on no ones clock. Theres no 401k, no pension plan, as if those worked; How do you retire from the reason you were born? You don't, you can't, so I wont. I'm no ones worker, employee or user. Shit, this writing thing is my lifetime job. And it's ok; I'm just a slave to words.

Lovestoned

We hardly sleep, but he keeps me dreaming

Eyes wide shut, lovestoned thoughts keep my lids from fleeting

He and I in the city where Angels keep conceiving

The best of the best - no wonder this is where were meeting.

Bicoastal fantasies grow into reality by the minute

You make us more complete with every doubter you've threatened

Successful ambition you carry is definitely your deadliest weapon

Keep my heart in your hands, our feelings now will stay golden 

Your ink caught me - hook, line and sinker

It writes the rest to make my whole, yet still my feelings go deeper

A web full of the unknown but I run to hurry and enter

A never ending story with you and 'us' is all I can picture

He lets me believe in the impossible

Love actually found in a world where no one else is able

Hearts stretched across the states so my wishes stay hopeful

Of the two morphing to one - God forever I'll be grateful

I before she

I before she, especailly after we - this X factor is a game and I play for keeps. Do you a favor, dont try to compete. Mama putting X's to shame is my speciality. Im the best of the best, capital C...have you even noticed your name comes after me? Don't trouble your weave, dont think too deep, it's really not that hard to see - once upon a time there was you, until he got bored and got through, and along came me; stepping on your tracks, onto the exit you proceed. Boo's off to manifest his destiny, right minded star-blinded fun in the sun sexy, dreams grow beastly, moi on his side beaming. Its a We thing - of which you know nothing. Yes you cry and you plead, beg for a 2nd, all while on your knees...but the truth of the matter is lames like you need to take heed- I dont play with little girls, nah , grown chicks play for keeps. Im not tryin to be nice so dont look for a please. This aint no junior high shit, theres no box marked with no or maybe. Your antics slay me; you only ask him that I look better than you? Trick have you seen me?? Oh, of course you have - I'm all over your screen; when you stalk his page its me you see smiling keen. You call incessently while its me hes keeping. I know your seething. Real chicks know your bitchy ass tricks and for sure your hating. It's ok, i dont blame you, but remember what I keep saying: I play for keeps so give up the gaming.

A Daily Truth

Im sitting next to the Truth and its not pretty.
Right next to me on the 2, high-speed railing into the City.
This Truth is cold and gritty, defeated and shitty, hustlin to make it like some borough gypsy
A Truth, soulless and empty, degrading its essence for mere dimes and pennies, pride willing, always hoping the next stop is humanity and empathy...but this train doesn't stop for pity.
The Truth is awakening me; poetry and song from all cornors of reality, from all degrees of 'needing', from a world so far from the one Im adept to seeing.
But Im sitting next to the Truth and its shamefully enticing; I cant look away, but its painful what Im seeing. I look into the eyes of a life trying to do the right thing, stuck in the dirt, grinding, on this train publicly seeking a better truth but never finding. The sight is paralyzing and I feel tears crying, heartfelt aches for this raw Truth staring back at me. I want to get off and flee this intense scene but nah, theres no escaping. The Truth sees through me, through the mayballine, and sees my soul shaking; my lips want to say theres hope, but whats the use in faking. We both know this world is cold and truth is, theres no help waiting.
We jerk to a halt and part, the Truth and I, the silence saying an unspoken goodbye. The Truth to find another hustle, another way, and me to continue to get by. But now i know the truth, I cant ever deny, and the grim of the City never lies...its cold in this concrete jungle, the Truth can testify.

I'll always be the first and last one listening

Say something. Say something to me. Say something to distract me from reality...anything worth me listening. I want to be lost in your whimsical oratory; verbs and adjectives spoken with glory. Please recite your story directly to me. Word for word, turn history into poetry.

Speak. But speak off key, off the record, say something dirty to me. Feel free to let your voice run its words all over and roam free..find anyplace interesting? Tell all, everything, exactly what your thinking. No hesitation, no braking.
Tell me. But tell me earnestly. Tell me something I can see. Let your words build the promises you seek; Mountain high challenges you conquer with a mic and a sheath. Let your lips illustrate for me your goals and dreams. I can't wait to hear what you already see.
Whisper. Whisper something secret to me. Treasured secrets you thought you'd never repeat. Memories you keep only between the heaven and seas, share them with me. It's ok - I'm trustworthy.
And when there are no more words, no more praise to preach, write to me. Invent words and ways to tell me whatever it is you dare not even speak. Capture your love and pain with black and blue ink. Let every trouble you've reached die off at the tip of the pen where ink meets the lined brink.

And now, don't say anything at all. The paper can take it from here. If others want to hear, let them wait, let them read. Save your words, your voice, your lips and your breath for me. Don't give the last of it away - save it for we. And when the day is over and done, while the suns last rays are sinking, know that Im here. I'll always be the first and last one listening. As long as you say something to me.

Fill in the City

Im watching Time and its almost to the point that I cant take it. Don't tease, don't fake it. Tick faster for goodness sake - You don't think I'll make it? Waiting and pacing, staring you down like prey I've been chasing..this is two years in the making. Panting though I've stayed in one place, its my heart that's doing all the long distance racing. Breathless - I need a NY minute to cease this anticipating. Time, your taking your time and killing me softly. All I'm consumed with is beautiful ambitions drifting my heart to heights like a marquee; now showing 'strangers in the city' starring he and me. Soon is better than later, if Time is on the right speed. Faster faster, strike us like lighting; I want to see him, the lights and the city. Wrap me up in chaos so fitting to meet the one person who may be my beginning and ending. But Time, please don't rush the middle or skip anything Im missing . Let he and I enjoy endless days of 'we'...feelings of time standing still at the Empire and hearts both soaring. Exploring the world on an island and burros worth burrowing - dig deep, I want to see everything you can show me. Reckless with words til all the stars are glowing. And underneath it is us. Graffiti the night with a purple haze and candid verse...no more implied lust. Teach me everything, I'm willing. Speechless...but grinning. Knowing that truly this is the beginning. An epic saga with no decided ending...til we pick up a pen and fill in the City.