Poetry doesn't need to rhyme
For every single time
Considering that poetry is emotion
That's evidently in motion
And I desire to write something subtle
Where I'll be thinking hard for a strange title
(J.a.t.m)

Last night I was drinking wine
And I was making ***** poems of mine
I was so problematic at that time
Thinking about you all the time.

I woke with a mourning face
With no life and grace
I was deceived by your embrace
Leaving no word or any phrase

Now I am crying while I'm making this piece
With no euphoria or a bliss
I will forget the past that nothing is to be reminisce
Including our last true kiss

Because what I do
And what I say
Are two completely different things
I have been called;
Hypocritical
Fake
and a
Liar

Because what I do is small
And what I say uses big words
I have been asked;
What is the point of your existence
Or the meaning of your words?

And I can only say this;
to listen and be heard

by Randy Newman*


Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend

Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

She pick pocketed all the moments she told me she loved me
Strong arm robbed me of the hope planted in my sternum
Took the few words still stuck on my tongue
And so I forgave her

My heart did not break
The sun still rose today
And the rain reminded me I can still feel
And so I forgave her

I will move slowly forward
Finding new ways to forget her
Plucking her like cotton out of my memory
So I can forgive her

Her eyes became the only sunrise I needed
Palms a landscape of familiar territory
The hair on her head
The hair on her head
The hair on her head
It suffocates me sometimes
Makes me feel vibrant
Teeth full of star shine
I took to studying the imperfections of her body
To find the stories in her scars
Memorize the curvature of her spine
The swagger of her walk
These things replay in my mind
Just as darkness never falls in the arctic during summer
She does not leave my mind in the present