Poem Scraps II

[Before the whole cookie crumbles]

I am just a man. Praying to the G.O.D

to let my mommy live. 

and the days feel like they are getting shorter,

and shorter

the light is dimming,

and the shadows

grow longer,

 spreading 

until it becomes the night

Turning down noble prizes like Jean Paul Sartre 

The Christmas card

my mother gave me-

was 

blank with the exception of my name

Hey Viking Goth.. 

Jason mamowa called wait…

(is that how you spell it?)

Had I been even slightly better lookin 

I would have ended up 

listenin to Hip Hop and learning Tagalog 

I can not fly, without you,

but 

refuse to fall

by myself

[Thought I'd  expand my horizons-

I'd never dated a Persian girl before.]

You held on

and now sing this song 

about how everything went wrong.

sing about the grief 

but oh the relief 

such relief

Daft or A Penny for Your Thoughts is a Rip Off

If you'd like to know
my confidence
is not confidence,
its madness.

]Doing the impossible

When no one 

Is 

Looking 

She thinks I’m so full 

Of 

Myself

Thinking only 

Of myself- 

But she 

Does not 

Look out for me-

Does not 

Fill the day with hope

Does not think

Of me when there are Baking shows on. 

I am mad

I am man

I am Daft

like the Duck, in a boxing match cartoon, Porky Pig in his corner.

Saying

"I'm so crazy I don't know this is impossible"

That's all folks.

I am full of myself.

Its not my fault you wanna 

have

the world and yourself 

to be soo empty.

Devout

They say she once pissed in a Martini Glass

then left it on the table.

They say she thinks humans and Dinosaurs 

had an all out battle 

for supremacy-

They say the other girls would bully

her all through puberty.

Alls I knows is a pretty girl wanted go out.

She asked if I wanted to come in

and meet her

family.

It's not that kind of date-

Last time I saw her was years ago

she was driving off with that guy.

That guy, 

in a hurry to 

get to 

get at

get it

Now I am that guy.

She said I came to her in a dream 

(It happens more often than you think...)

She talked about the bible and witchcraft-

(She is Devout, and I am Sin)

She looked pretty.

(She had gotten her hair done)-

I wonder if she wants to hold hands,

but it's not that kind of date-

By the fountain 

 I could hear the frogs.

It was time to move closer.

I can see something in her,

I can see her Shadow-

She tells me

her 

secret and shows me her Shadow.

Even if she hadn't

told me,

I just knew.

 I console.

I am shadow too.

I need the light,

as much as you.

There can be no shadow without some 

light.

I can tell she will be devoted to me-

Love me for now, 

unless I repeat

what the others have done

 before me.

Until this guy, 

becomes that guy.

But,

her body is no prize,

just her love,

she gives freely

to me.

She is no trophy

but 

a human wounded

in ways 

I will never be able to understand by the cruelty 

of another.

They say she is devout-

 Her faith

gives her light, even if the 

rest of us can't see:

What maze

What Cave 

What Hell 

She is in. 

And only she can find her way out.

I can only shine some light.

I listen and see her, though fully dressed-

naked in her wound.

I hold space, because,

it's not that kind of date.