#DidYouWriteToday? 411: When The Poem You Wrote is Lovely, But Isn’t The One You Need To Write, Volume 72

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There’s a lump in my esophagus
That starts at the stomach
Rises to my throat
Then back
A story arch of regurgitated fear
That has more sequels that John McClain

You know what they say about old habits
And this one has returned with a vengeance
Just when I think I can get rid of it
The sickness reappears

That poem is this poem’s medicine
Temporary oppressor of symptoms
But never a more potent cure than what’s already divinely inside me
But yet here I am
Feeling fine
Feeling better

I took something
Disregarding the label
Warning: contents will cause:
Inflation of ego
False sense of security
Temporary sigh of relief
Shortness of breath

The list of side effects is longer than the poem
And I wonder
Why didn’t I just write this earlier?

#DidYouWriteToday? 401: Prince Ali or However It Goes

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I’m a weary traveller
Dragging my footsteps across burning sand
To tell the tale of a man
Yearning to be royalty
Not to get the girl
Because the girls come whether prince or street rat

My footprints leave faint trails of blood
While trying to decipher if the oasis is created through the mirage of my tears
It’s nearly impossible to determine what’s real
But this hajj is mine and mine alone

This is not some Disney story
This is a whole new world
Where one song isn’t enough to ease fear
The carpet I sit on takes me places I could never see by myself
Realms worthy of taking my last breath
But duets in my head harmonize between closing my eyes due to fright
And ordering me to take in every sight

This is a new, fantastic point of view.
Where I am the genie
All the power of the cosmos
Itty bitty living space
I rub my temples like lamp
Wishing that I haven’t used my last wish yet
Journeying through sandstorms to a Cave of Wonders
Trying to trap me inside once I touch any of the treasures
That’s some security plan for that which is mine
In searching for myself
I’ve protected myself from discovery for so long
I can’t recognize who I am
Or who I need to be.

#DidYouWriteToday? – 383: In Gaia’s Room

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(I’m still writing daily.  I’m just no longer posting daily.  This is today’s individual idea…)

We made the room warm
Without touching
Just her divinity revealed with the release of the tie that bound her hair
And mine exposed like the dreamcatcher necklace pulled from under my collar.

We confessed our deification to each other.
So conditioned to be wary of naive mortals
That we didn’t instantly recognize another
Yet we did
When we locked eyes
Secret identities disclosed within the privacy of our Universe.

After being cautious of the fear we instill in human
We were just beings together
She inhaled the night
I wore North at the end of my necklace
My charm would catch my dreams
And guide Gaia to me like my heart is her home

#52Poems – Week One: Erasing Egypt

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(I’m still writing a freewrite every day.  The reason why they aren’t posted is because, frankly, I want to make money off my words.  I can’t show you everything I’m working on.  In addition to that, I’m also committing to finish a poem each week.  I need to grow my skill.  If I am to charge for these words, I want them to be better.  This is the first full poem I’ve completed since #WriteFree365.  Let me know what you think.  Week one…)

How do you forget memories carved into your being?
The history of you is etched into the sides of the pyramids in my ribs
Ancient and beautiful
And unforgettable.
The sands of time hardened around my heart
And you left your story in hieroglyphs

So now the task to restore that which had been defiled has begun
But whenever I look at that mausoleum in my soul, a Sphinx appears.
My head still claims king
Despite you sweeping in like Sahara wind
And removing what it knows about moving on
The rest of me continues to lie in the same place you left it ages ago.
Claiming to be king of a throne no longer inhabited,
And lying.
To destroy such a landmark
Would mean to eliminate an entire civilization from a planet that owes its modern existence to it
To you
To us.

There’s three sides to every story
Yours, mine, and the truth
Together in the sky
We built walls as we fall to the ground
Our sands
Solid enough to build a monument as time tumbled through the hourglass
Proud of what we built with our love
Like pyramids aren’t built to honor the dead.

How do you forget memories drilled into your teeth?
Did you fill them with precious metals
To ignore the rotting flesh inside the cavities?
I guess sweets are bad for your health
The kiss of a pharoah is feral
Every tooth encases the nerves
And somehow you forgot how I worked my way to the root.
I can still see the damage done when you smile
Denial is the canal that treated a deserted area of your world
It was foolish to attempt to destroy the pyramids
Like cutting off my nose to spite my face.
The emeralds and gold in our chests
Can be treasured.
And can be buried forever without destroying the mausoleums encasing them

You changed the climate
Made an ocean of the desert
Turning Hamunaptra into Atlantis
Proving the best way is to turn real civilizations into myths.
But you and I know
We used to exist.

#WriteFree365 – Day 365: Liberation

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(We’ve reached the end.  One year of writing every day of 2014.  I still don’t quite understand all the feelings I have, but I’m glad I did it.  I’m glad I stayed committed.  Day 365…)

I sacrifice every breath I breathe.  To make you believe, I’ll give my life away…

I just want to be free.
Prison is bigger than these bars
This is a work release program
Where freedom isn’t free
The price of my soul is well worth it.

Freedom is no longer viewing life as a sentence
Living extends well beyond ending punctuation
And I don’t need to place unnecessary commas
Life runs on
And who knows where it stops

So I write until I can’t
Take my life and create as many sentences as I can
Because I’ll die behind these bars
And I want enough evidence in my permanent record to justify giving my life to the pen.

Just because you’re not an inmate number doesn’t mean you’re free
And just because you see me shackled inside four walls doesn’t mean my life is no longer mine

#WriteFree365 – Day 364: Star/Pointro

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(Nearing the end.  Day 364…)

When that adrenaline get in their system, it get em out on a quest for stardom.  Could be a motherfucking problem…

How many times do I have to tell you
The shine in your soul is brighter than anything inside a glass counter
The miniature telescopes used to measure quality
Can’t place a value on something so precious
Praise your soul
Don’t try to get it appraised.

How do you think I’m able to see you
In a world where there’s so much darkness?
Your glow is so beautiful
Others look to you to find where home is

In even the heaviest times
You still are measured in light years
You’re not a falling star
Those are stones masquerading with the emulation of your illumination
Don’t compare your rarity to meteor showers
You shine every night.

#WriteFree365 – Day 363: Between the Sheets

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Classic.  Day 363…)

I like the way you receive me.  Girl! I love the way you relieve me…

My hands
Her everything
She becomes the sands of time slipping through my fingers

I knead her
Massaging from inside and out
With her frame trying to hold me
Bites and kisses on her skin
Creating outside her margins
My handwriting is everywhere
From her upper lip to her lower lips
Excess doodles and unique signatures outline our bodies of work
The rhythms and rests we compose
Conductor and orchestra
And the audience gets to see it all.

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