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 *