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Emotional Pivot

"Please"

when I say "please" am I asking or begging am I being respectful or begging for a chance to be heard what does “please” mean what does “please” get me besides practiced patience and almost things is "please" really a thing or a way to slap a pretty bow on a package of desperation a polite way to address hunger when did I learn to put please after every stomach ache growl and grumble as if wanting and needing requires permission like if I say "please" the world might finally say yes to me as if wanting is something to apologize for maybe that’s how come so many of us starve with full plates in front of us some things are not prizes some things are not payment some things were meant to meet our needs not meant to be begged for healing begins the moment we no longer have to  to say "please" can I breathe

The Spillage

broke homegrown curses writing verses backwards in cursive each sentence a surgical precise incision a poet with a purpose not just spitting for attention a descendant of a lyrical ascension vivid vision like antenas straightens the lines on the television a mind moving mountains a voice of a thousand echoes resounding paint clouds on the ceiling make it sound like it's raining inside mindset created from electrified pressure and pain too shocked to feel a thing California born and raised in Texas missing those sunny days sitting underneath palm trees allow me me to explain I don't just write lines I redefine things I am The Poet Wize the name is subject to change like multiple identities I am not the Poet the poet pretends to be me can't report the identity theft don't talk to police poetic justice deployed to avoid a insanity plea didn't come for fame strike a match make a flame light a cigar take a toke and choke I guess you can say I came for the smoke draw a circle I be t...

Earth Core

In The Wake Of Sleep

I see a broken pencil

 I have a impulse to fix it

I look at it then start to

see it differently

maybe it's meant to be as it is

 if I try to fix it'll change the structure

disturb its condition and existence

I wouldn't be any different

from the one who broke it

Pie

there was a time when you wanted your voice to be heard all you had to do is scream the noise wasn't as loud as it is now you need more than a bullhorn to speak over a crowd shots fired the world's too tired to run fatigue syndrome no matter how deep the hurt is it's too painful to cry when is the last time you seen the sky I mean where is the sky what happened to the sky do you remember the sky I heard a woman complain she can't buy pie I asked my mind why can't this woman purchase pie my mind stood still for a moment then said nevermind it's no business of mine but damn she really want that pie there was a time I would ask how much is the pie then pay for the pie I can't lie the first time in life I did not empathize I figured maybe she didn't need the pie she turned to me telepathically it's not hard to read begging eyes mine eyes said lady you're holding up the line I think she picked up on the thought I had in mind then started counting dollars in dimes to make a long wait ...

Watermark (04292026)

I think about the good times "the good times" there were good times not to say all the good times have passed away life is a song to those who love to sing along history taught me ABC was easy as 123 letters were written in cursive lines love didn't hurt when I had no idea it could it felt too good but time did what time does it grew up into something difficult to recognize bright smiles started to smudge deep whispers inside these legends don't die it's a flame that defies the flow the bend and the reshape of the current wave not every scream is asking to be saved some things were never meant for the grave what remains was never meant to be grieved loss is meant to mourn tho otherwise what are tears for though happiness is tearful not pretending to not hurt but refusing to let pain have the final word silence is a frequency stillness is a motion "was it all so simple then" is a lyrical question asking about memories had and good times shared that won't erase the joy we had nor w...

Ink and Intention (04282026)

Be the spark

Not in fire
Not in flame

But in memory
of your name

Let your craft open
gates wide

Let the hidden path
be known

Draw the bridge
Raise the tide

Through the surface
Through the veil

Trace the moment
libate the trail

We do not command
a sign to appear

We reflect and it replies
"here I am, I am here"

Rise below and fall
above bind the depth
to truth we love

by the bond that does
not break

By the path the waters
make

By the balance in which
we stand

Until the quill fall from
our hand

Everything almost said
nothing said is enough

Breath breaks before
it breathes

Weigh the cost to believe

too expensive to achieve

Trust does not follow
broken dreams

The Violet Flower (04082026)

She stands in a place where the ground still aches

Where everything around her has already given in

She doesn’t call for help

She learned not to disturb the peace

There was a time she might have cried out in misery 

Before the silence taught her how to master the art of being still

If you happen to see her
you might call her beautiful but fragile

But you would be partly right 

She's beautiful but not fragile at all

While everything shatters around her she still stands

In a place that has

Forgotten mercy

Forgotten kindness

Forgotten the sound of laughter that didn’t break into violence

Forgotten how to honor a queen

Forgotten what it truly means to be a king

Forgotten how to hold life
without crushing it

Forgotten what it means
to leave something whole

Forgotten how to communicate<...

Dark Callback (04062026)

sometimes Heaven gets a call and the caller is me and I want to talk to someone I believe is there but I am told "there's no one here by that name" I hang up disappointed think for awhile then dial the other place thinking to myself there must be some kind of mistake the phone rings and rings and rings then the voicemail picks up at the tone I don't know what to say I know I don't want to leave my number I don't want the devil to call me back I drop the call then pause and decide to call Heaven back it rings one time then a dude name Peter answers the phone and says "didn't you call before" I said yeah! PEE-ter!” I need to know and before I could get all the words out Peter said "didn't I tell you there's no one here by that name at that point "PeeT" was getting on my last nerve I was perturb he didn't understand how things are done in the real world so I asked to speak to a manager a supervisor someone in charge “P’Tuh!” got offended like I was implying he wasn't doin...