mister write

had to stop, park and write this to you

Before all that I learned became old news

Burning away the dross and finding the gold

Of knowing you, what a treasure to behold

It is and was your insight

Your wisdom that drew me in

And like a thief in the night

I was captured by your pen

Soliloquy of gratitude

And the value of self worth

Had me loving myself all the more

etching ointment on what hurts

Your penmanship, a well placed accent

accentuated your smile, the Psalms of Ascents

hope amidst oppression and all we have endured

a longing to return to love

future peace and prosperity assured

If you would hear me,

I’d tell you your words

are sharp like the

tack you lack

When pierced with fear,

or sensing insecurity’s near

had me stumbling and bumbling over words that should come easy

adjectives that made my heart burn

with anger, fear and sadness

exposing old wounds underwritten by past shit

If you could see me and the softness of my face

words written of me, would be quickly erased

This one is on me

Felt like I had to pretend

That within this shell

wasn’t a heart that would bend

Break and fold under a strong hand

Compromise. All that I am.

With just a word, smirk, or tone of voice

It could be you if I had the choice

that familiar place all brought me to

Made me realize that it wasn’t you

could be too late to end as friends

Because it’s fate, this is how it ends?

Outlined in the beginning

this would be bad, thought you were kidding

mister write, you could never be wrong

because I see in you all the ways you are strong

the capacity for love and gentleness

while serenading loved ones phrasing a caress

tell you all the ways your beautiful

no need to convince

This inks almost dry

honored to experience your presence

obsessed

How can I get this off my chest

I’m obsessed

Had to runaway, leave you behind

Lest you hold my body as well as my mind

In lust with a pitch, intonation of voice

Who’s the man behind the curtain please let me know

Free me from your imprint in such a short time

Yes I’d swallow it if you love me blind

How can I get this off my chest

I’m obsessed

may you be all that I dream and all I need

may you be the one who challenges me

unsubscribe

this membership no longer serves me

as a customer, you do not deserve me.

every year the subscription increases

deliveries turn up in pieces.

infrequent, sub par, all smoke and no fire

delinquent, bizarre, an insurmountable pyre.

not giving all it was supposed to have gave

newsletter says, the customer is to blame.

demand is too high,

expectations unrealistic,

“look around, are you blind?

we’re the best in business!

you signed the dotted line,

can’t kick us to the curb!”

well I pay too much damn money

to be underserved.

as a loyal customer I know you can find another,

I was your first, I know what they’ll discover.

but I promise I won’t give the disclaimer away,

they’ll never believe me, the campaigns underway.

so quietly i click, no response or reply

i humbly confirm, and click unsubscribe.

fragility’s rage

For some the pain of frustration leads to a tumult

of tantrums and a verbose vomit spewing of anger and hate.

Shattering the heart – yet building walls.

Constructed by cold avoidance and confusion,

yet picked away by a romantic gesture or two.

A fickle memory born of words better left unsaid.

Heavy hands upon a tender child desiring mother’s love.

Perhaps ones formative years indeed defines today.

Fragility’s rage

is a tortoise in its shell

When danger comes, pull in, don’t run like hell.

Flashbacks and words fall upon that shanty,

Accusations now muffles within the cramped cavity.

But when no one is looking fragility’s rage

is like a magicians token quote,

“no you see me, now you don’t.”