Devourer

This is a cousin to the poem "Them"

The sun has risen,
The rooster has crowed.
Its time for the waking
From a slumber grown old.
More and more are sedated,
Hypnotized, souls cremated.
Eye's covered to conceal
The poisoned meal
Set before your nose
But you cant see
The skull and the bones
On the bottle with one eye
Closed and the other
Tends to wander
Looking for silver and gold
Or a seductive body to hold
And yet your food
Is covered in mold
They say eat
You eat and say "Yumm,
That was delish."
They smile
As they put more in your plate
You eat and eat
Without a clue or restraint.
Your belly is full
But you're hungry for more
As you look out the window
On the stoop sit the poor.
But the day before,
The poor sat in your seat
Eating the same meal
You believe is a treat.
Time passes
Without your consent.
You pay no mind;
Your body is content.
Your bed has been made
In a room with no light.
The owl hoots in the dark
to say Good Night

2010
BlaqueMeramaid
*Poem by Lex*

Minute Words

Writing is a relief, but a task when you haven't written in a while and are struck with writer's block. This was a poem written in 2009 to break my fast entitled, Minute Words.

Its been a minute

A minute is to a second as
A while is to a moment
For those who dont know
The time warped lingo
Catch up and follow

Sorry for the tangent
Now back to what was being said

Its been a minute
Since this brain has been used
To release these thoughts.
Doing so overworks this brain
It becomes so overloaded
To lift it, I need a crane
And so everything within it
I reveal today.
Brain farts and all exposed
Today I'm letting it all hang out
Frig a rhyme,
I do that all the time
And babble
I'll stop if a million people
Each gimmie a dime
Until then,
Imma write whats on my mind
Frig a structure
I write as I feel
Whatever's on the dome
I keep it real

My words are the key to the gate
The gate that encloses these ten foot walls
Built around my desolate heart
The heart
An organ paramount to stay alive
Blood pumps through every vessel and back
How gruesome a realistic image
To correlate for a feeling sublime
Do my words really open the gate?
To my heart? So protected for so long
Or was it your words?
You know those words you whispered
So sweetly in my right ear
Tickled my insides and
Melted my brain
Those cursed words
So beautiful but vain
Those words fooled me once again

I type and type
No longer need a paper to write
The sound of these keys
More than simple waves
That fill the air to be strained
Through the drum of my ear
To be translated in my brain
The keys, more than just a sound
Qwerty is my friend
Only it I listen to
Everything else is elevator music,
Soft and often disregarded
Leaving me without a clue
Going up?
Is someone speaking to me?
Oh yes, 13th floor please.

What is written doesn't become smitten
What is told doesn't grow old
What is said doesn't become dead
Forever they live
These minute words
Beyond my life expectancy and yours

Sorry again
All these tangents
I know I know
I'm hard to follow

Can you believe this only took me a minute?
Yes a minute
Not a minute as in 60 seconds exact
But a minute as in a while
Considering so often I went off track.
These Minute Words are my relief
From everyone and thing that causes me grief.

2009
*Poem by Lex*

Holding On

I actually wrote this poem today... unlike all the previous posts. When I read it for some reason I hear the start of a Country Song.. lol. Some may be able to relate to this one dealing with the battle of holding on or letting go of a relationship that is either dying or dead. I should say R.I.P relationship.. but I'm still Holding On:

Crazy I am to hold on to this pain
Repeatedly in my mind, I'm calling your name
Wishing that telepathically you'll hear
Hoping my beckon will bring you near.
No longer do I ever cross your mind
Like crumbs on a trail, you left me behind.

Crazy I am to hold on in vain
Thinking one day you'll return is insane!
Why drop the crumbs creating a track,
With no intentions of coming back?
So now I'm left to follow this path you've lain
But I'm labeled crazy to hold on for Your gain.

Crazy I am to let go of this flame
Reminiscing the nights I'd bawl out your name
So loud that the whole world would hear
Crisp and clear as though they were standing near
Whatever their thoughts, I didn't mind
I was on cloud nine, except when you slapped my behind.

Crazy I am to let go, I'll remain
To lose you without a fight is insane!
You are my other half and keep me on track
My mind goes on tangents but you pull me back.
So now I'm swimming in a pool of pain
But I'm crazy to let go, or else I won't gain.

Crazy you are to leave like this
You think without me your life would be bliss.
In which fantasy land do you live?!
Anywhere you go you must learn to forgive.
Instead you're running and screaming "Catch me if you can"
Like that bitter, sweet little Gingerbread Man.

Crazy you are to leave like this
I guess it's true, Ignorance IS bliss
You're searching for where Sleeping Beauty may live
But your eyes are closed cause you can't forgive.
If you open your eyes, you'll see that you can
Find her and reunite Sleeping Beauty with her man.

* Poem by Lex *

High on Music

This poem was written in October of 08. Who doesn't love music? It puts me in a state of mind that I can let go of my troubles... I get a feeling that I hear people describe when talking about what the herb does when they smoke it. So I get my high off music, so much that I wish music were playing from the sky like some sort of intercom all day. P.S. This is a precursor to the poem "Them" which is a more recent poem. This is High on Music:

When I listen to songs like this...
No man makes me feel so good
So beautiful, so indulged
What is the need for weed?
It makes me so intoxicated
With every note the composer wrote
I feel every beat
The words so enticing like a treat
Every second of the day
I want to hear music play
Music of every type
To fit every mood
And blast when I'm on the turnpike
Yea that feels good
My drums bumping in my ear
I don't really care
If it makes me deaf down the road
Im'a keep jamming
And when the time comes
Im'a carry that load
Press replay over a dozen times
Trynna repeat the lines that ryhme
Everyone has an I-Pod
But I ain't that blessed
For this CD player I thank God
And for this song Im'a sing the rest
Good Morning, Mr. West.

OoOoOoooOoOoOoOueOoooooo....

* Poem by Lex *

Misunderstood

Its so frustrating when you are have to endure something on your own because no one understands what you are going through or the amount of thoughts that devour your brain. Everything gets a bit crazy at times... So I expressed myself through this poem back in 07 or 08 entitled Misunderstood:

Sometimes I find it hard to express
The loads that weigh down my fragile chest
I struggle to compose the right words to say
Trying to make sure they don’t convey the wrong way
Why do I find some words so hard to utter
Like “I love you” and mean it like no other
At night, my loads sit on my breast the hardest
When I’m trying to lay my heavy head down to rest
I toss and turn battling these wicked dreams
As if I take drugs and became a feine
In my sleep, my eyes can’t hide the pain
The thoughts and images move to and fro in my brain
I wake in the morning on a wet pillow
My tears overflowed like I’m a lonely widow
What can I do to help myself through?
Am I a lost soul? This couldn’t be true
I want to go crazy, pull these thoughts out my head
As I question if I should even get out this bed
This day is not ready for me. It would never be.
It’ll take eternity, for them to understand me
It’s like talking to a blank four inch plaster wall
So why do I bother trying to say anything at all?

* Poem by Lex *

Time Travel

We all make mistakes.. Some claim they have no regrets. This may be true since everything happens for a reason and there is always a lesson to learn. But sometimes, I wish I can go back... knowing what I know now. I would have done things a bit differently. But how, if possible, can I turn time back? This is my poem called Time Travel I wrote in mid December of 2007:

I didn’t mean to give so much trouble.
If I can turn back the hands of time
I’d do it in a double.
But this world never stops turning.
Time keeps on burning ‘cause
People waste time kicking rocks
With their heads down
Looking at the ground
They never look around
The environment which we live in.
Situations seem to get worse
Like the hole that grows deeper in my purse.
Money keeps the world turning
Keeps the wealthy controlling
So what if the world got rid of money
This paper printed value holds only that
A number. Now ain’t that funny?
There’s more to life than just numbers
What happened to love that lasts Decembers
But without money the world might crash
Into the sun ‘cause the pull is thrown off track
Then time would stop.
But how do I get to turn time back?

* Poem by Lex *

Fallen, and Cannot Get Up

When you notice you get a lot of attention from guys it can only mean one of two things: 1) they give everyone attention because they're dogs and they are looking for the person that responds fastest, or 2) you are special beyond measure. At times, I enjoy indulging the latter. More females should think so to make us put more value to ourselves. This is the evil twin to It's a Curse Being Beautiful, this is Fallen and Cannot Get Up:

They can't help but to FaLL
FaLL deep into the gaze
Follow the path of my maze
My words put them in a daze
Feelin' like they smoke the purple haze

But what can I do? I can't help IT
ITs not my fault my name's in their mouth for days
They're tongue twisted in different ways
Turning them straight from gay
Saying they wanna come over and role play

What was it that I said that was so IrReSiStAbLE
IrReSiStAbLE is my middle name
They try to spit so much game
98% of the time its lame
But them, I can't blame

I got that special stuff, resist they CaN NoT
CaN NoT help but to call
On the phone they bawl
To declare the fall
No need for a crystal ball

Again, they fell in love by the curse
Is it a blessing or another experience like the worst?

2009
*Poem by Lex*

Them

This poem was written on the day I had my daunting revelation as described in my testimony on N.A.P (Not a Puppet blog). Make sure you also read the precursor "High on Music" written in 08. This poem is entitled Them:

I have eyes but still cannot see
I see only what they choose to reveal to me.

My one true love, no longer is mine.

I surrender my ignorance.
My vision I reclaim today
This glass I break today.
Today, I am preparing for battle.

They took my one love
They hold my love captive.

This world is a chess game.
We are mere pawns
battling in front-line protecting
Kings and Queens hiding behind us

Pick your side, Open your eyes
Pay attention to all the signs.
We came into this world of preexisting forces
Unknowing of our destined purpose

Pick your side wisely,
or they will pick it for you
Today I pick mine.
For they took my love from me

No longer will I look at a star and think of it the same
Or lay eyes on an owl thinking Bohemian is just a name

I didn't want to think of that which is not obvious
But if I don't learn to understand it
They will pick a side for me

I claim my right today. I control myself
I will pay attention
And I will fight
For my love they stole from me

A fool for too long
This whole time I was wrong.
Now I have to force to smile
Just to conceal this pain on my face.
For me, deceit started at Nine Mile.

* Poem by Lex *

It's A Curse Being Beautiful

Old poem from 2007 by your truly, Lex
Enjoy:

It's a curse being beautiful.
Only the ugly ask why.
They look at me with envy.
I have no reason to lie.

I wish I were them,
wake up and don't care.
Cause no one would bother me
If I don't comb my hair.

My man says I love you
'cause I have a pretty face.
What then would he say
if it looked a disgrace?

People on the street
Stop me just to talk.
Who says I'm in the mood?
I just want to walk!

It drives me crazy
All the attention I get.
They be staring in my face
As if my lips are wet.

Mirror Mirror,
On the wall,
Please tell me I am
The ugliest of them all.

Just for one day,
I'll step in their shoes.
Let them step in mine
I have nothing to lose.

We'll swap places
To see which is best.
Ugly versus beautiful...
Put it to the test.

Would people like me for me
Or what they see?
I bet I know what
The answer would be.

When beauty is so visible,
why would they dig deeper?
Accepting beautiful people
Is so much easier.

Its a curse being beautiful.