Some are shocked,

Goes unaddressed.Especially when you observe them,Around their acquaintances…They make attempts to impress.With a forced unnaturalness.However,Should leave you to wonder…‘Are these the kind of friends,I have selected as the best ones yet?Am I that desperate,To be treated unwanted.When they are around them like that…As if they are better than me?And they are received as ‘thee’ preferred…

It could have been.It shouldIt wasIt laid there to the end.A promise of an opportunity…Wished,To be revived.In times recognized,By those with opened eyes.But too late…To revise.For those contemplating,Its use to update…The outdated façades,Long cracked and too faded.To renovate,Recycled debates for changes needed…By those who plead,To keep disguised and efforts masked!As tasks no one grasps…Smothers under…

And low self esteem.His face became a blemish,He despised and demeaned.Slowly ending a phase…Of a career not yet finished.His dancing and singing for years brought smiles.He hid inside himself the mind,Of an unforgiving child.Embittered…He disfigured himselfAccomplishing grotesque ambitions.And the ego he keeps unreleased…Overpowers.Trapping him within his own ugly nightmare made!Chased by fans screaming,To get nose…

I feel you weeping…Sad tears,Over a man.But you couldn’t wait,To seek someone better.Someone to treat you…The way I could and can.But you ran away,In disbelief.My heart was yours alone,For you to keep and own.But you decided to cheat on me!Each time you cry.I feel you near me.I feel you weeping…Sad tears,Over a man.But you couldn’t…

I remember listening to my father talk.And when he would sing…He would bring a different meaning,To each word I heard.And what his singing to them he would bring.My mother would play the piano.Thunderous and loud!And when I walked through the projects…I would sing to the trees,I once walked into one…Humming to the clouds.I would make…

With thoughts to stroll the ‘hood’ with a poodle.As you sit reminiscing eating noodle soup!All you think about is apple strudel.And sit around the house to sing a blues or two.With thoughts to stroll the ‘hood’ with a poodle.As you sit reminiscing eating noodle soup!Your wish upon a star ain’t going to far.Getting ‘drunked up’…