I was a little skeptical that this format wouldn’t work since it’s one huge paragraph (on Facebook) ,which might make it hard to follow. I was told that before so I decided to break it up. Hopefully I haven’t lost the energy I had when it was written. But then I figured if the point wasn’t caught the first time people could re-read anything they missed.

This is just a run on with no breaks no stopping so just come on
I had so many thoughts today, but I just had to write this one down
So for now read the words and realize that it’s never-ending like the story
Now really what’s the story
Behind all the secrecies false impressions and indecencies
Please believe
I really had to do it like this so you could be anticipating like Christmas eve
I knew the evil we’ve created would one day degrade the
Good intentions of those passed to make us insensitive
We rarely speak in full sentences
Half-ass telling the story that’s why we’re living under false pretences
Who knows what really is
The reason men cheat and women try to mend his shit
Possibly the conversations not had are really what diminishes
Any chance of one day us all living peacefully
But we have to take a risk like were playing in traffic
And see if we can dodge the car before our heart gets smashed in

Out on a limb ain’t so bad if we know how to fly
That’s what truly happens when you open your mind, so don’t ask why
Just do and know that your actions affect another
My brother when’s the last time you laid on top of the covers
Asked her what she’s thinking
Really listened to discover
The way she made your food reflected how well you treated her
She skipped out on the gravy because lately you’ve been acting like you’re through needing her
What’s eating her?
What’s eating you?
You’re both starving and your hearts are no longer beating to
The rhythm of the passion that resides in your eyes
I’m not surprised
That the love could fizzle out
Walking around acting like it’s the other one who wants out
I highly doubt
That she’ll really ride this one out
No more fresh bread on Sundays ’cause the flours out
Should’ve listened like you’d never hear again
Should’ve untwisted that crooked line
Made her feel like without her you could never breath again
But even then
She welcomed your absence when she too lost interest
And she adored your lies
Gave her opportunity to find out who the new mail man is
Where he came from didn’t matter ’cause he listened real well
So he got fresh bacon on the days when you were somewhere else
It’s funny how life could take a new direction
Start a new story
Expose new reflections
After all this, what is the lesson?
If you’ve got a good woman when you look into her eyes
Mean what you say
And at the end of the day the bread won’t be the only thing to rise.

Sexual or mental, it could go either way, just depends on where you’re head is at the time you read this.

That’s my word.
Peace.

Poetry