He laughs at the most ironic times.

Love,
m.

We both have pain in common.

Love,

m.

Best Be

Since Adam and Eve where clear
Bombs not wanted here
Tempted by delight
Oh! What a plight
Got the t - shirt
Smeared it with dirt
Walk on the ground
By gravity I am bound
Hesitate
Procreate
Without you I am nothing
You look like your bluffing
Found fool's gold
Now we are getting old
Take a bite
It tastes right
Are you going to share
Who makes it fair?

Follicle Folly

I am like my hair
Dry and stubborn
Vulnerable when wet
Straight till the end
Confused at the root
Sometimes wound to tight
Feel free in a cool breeze
Dark and thick
Conditioned
Lacking nutrition
Going to get 50 Shades of Grey
In need of product
Not natural
Always searching for a quick fix
Never looked like a magazine
Loves to be touched and massaged
I am like my hair
And I have my good days and bad

Grey

Rough waters
Chill towers
The smoke
The choke
City transit
Got my head lit
Hustle
The muscle
Cold shoulder
Dressing bolder
Walking
And talking
Texting
And mocking
Hand in my pocket
Electricity in the socket
Here comes the news
Run faster or you'll lose

It's the Mess Age

It's the mess age

The age of the mess
I got you at my fingertips
Where you at?
What are you doing?
No escape
Constant contact
Updating, updating
While in solitude
Did you tell?
Digital
Mess Age me now 

Talking to myself

I keep coming back alive again
The one that saves is blessed amongst thieves
Take back the nightmares of my dreams
I am
Gleaming in the sun
Glowing in the darkness
It remains true
I stand
I feel the wind on my skin
The air in my lungs
Skin to skin
Breath to breath