SumLoonPoetry

Oh you thought I was new?

Man—I was here before you!

Let me know if you need a clue

This is my second house dude

And whether it's win or lose

I obey house rules

So please put on your house shoes—

See this is where we let loose

I say 'we' but don't got a crew:

Just a couple silly fools

And a confidant or two...

Now everybody's welcome

But nobody's special

Cause within this spectrum

We're all at the same level

So don't try to flash a medal

If you need to flash your weapon

Then we can bang bezels!

Cause we got gems for deflecting

Brought by Shoguns and Devils

Or Witches who cast blessings

Or Shamans who saw revels

And celebrities with dressings

Protected by warriors—don't get disheveled

This is a full house with no cards

And you're the guest

So take a load off

I'm sure you came far

—it'd probably be best

For you to see what we got

Before you blow up your spot!

But that's just my suggestion

Whenever I combust

I'll have a prayer of thanks and love

Bursting from my lips

There ain't a light my fingertips

Haven't touched

Caressed, prodded, punched!

What a zestful life!

Never wanting in the hard times

Release grief & mercy during strife

—only got bounce in my stride

Don't blink twice

Any second it could be gone—

So acknowledge what goes wrong

But I'm damned if I ever stop...

Unless it's to smell the flowers

Or maybe pick some plums

Beneath these tall towers

Of those disconnected bums

Sick of people asking for my heart

No—we can't exchange souls

Mine ain't even been made whole...

I just stopped falling apart

When I was picking you up off the floor!

—my hands are always cold

But I still see the blood

And wounds are still raw

Red has barely dried up

So when I ask for some space

It's because I'm about to combust!

Something inside of me is eating my guts

How do I open when everything is shut?

What the fuck is safety?

I'm never defensive—just protecting

Those who get cut

Or whatever you're feeling

I'll do that gladly—

Returning empty thanks

So please just stop asking

There is no topic for discussion—

I don't like how you been moving

All your promises mean nothing!

It don't matter how much we was using

Distractions last like fabric

Wearing out—then we start bruising

When your mouth opens up: I'm hearing static

What's a liar to a truther?

But only you know what the truth is?

Making facts up in your head

No wonder you're an A+ investigator

Holmes got nothing on your misdirects!

Now I love some imagination...

But delusions get you further from the bread

I'm talking stacks—I'm talking bands

The type that fuel your soul

So I don't think you'd understand

See—my pockets got so many holes:

I shine like the sun—best step back!

Staying blessed—this ain't a fad

I embrace the good and the bad

'It is what it is'—what is that?

Holy mantras: no panic attacks

Big steps—big moves—big hats

I break down doors like my dad

No hesitation when I dive or leap or snatch!

Happiness fits in my necklace clasp

Dipped in gold and tucked into place

Hoodies are armor and solace

My energy cannot be replaced

—it's never empty of substance

Or running low; it's abundant

I make shit grow where I'm stumbling!

This loon crows and the moon starts blushing

it's not poetry—just sweet nothings

Romance stunts from a swordsman performing alchemy

Now that's a long night out—but no tragedy!

Misfortune forever moves past me

Unrecognized when we bump at the food pantry

Thankfulness holds my hand—that's my baby

My daddy said:

"Never call your momma out her name"

I better never make her cry

Gotta stop coming home so late

—old man was always out of line

Talking shit about her cooking

Leaning on her about her weight

He wasn't around to watch her break

How you critique a sweeping job with muddy boots on?!

Take those greasy clothes off at the door!

No—not the inside one you broke

The outside one at the porch—

Hit the hose!

Always getting on me for saying fuck shit

But I hate grown men who ACT A BITCH

All this shouting is scaring my little sis

And I'd KILL for that kid—

So you better watch your tone and distance!

Cause there are three guns in this house

—four if I'm really keeping count

But you can hold yours—it's a shootout!

I got to-go bags and been taking stock

Of which keys open which locks—

Crazy what stress does to people...

A loving man can come off evil

A young boy can imagine shooting demons

Grows up with warped protection to believe in

At the end of the day—

All I know is:

PROTECT OUR WOMEN

I don't flinch at the blade

Looming over my head

I've been ready to take my licks

Ever since my first breath

We aren't guaranteed today

Each one is a gift

So take courage in each step

—some keep walking after death

It's ones who had heart

Kept honor at the forefront

Or was pushing kindness and love

Never close eyes when getting cut

You don't gotta be a hero

For others to look up

Just steel in your code

Get some dedication

Conviction lies in meditation

Prayer and jewels—medallions rotating

Around my chakras...

The same hands that held the wrong karma

Now carry promises to undo harming

This is a vow of protection:

If blood is ever on my clothes

My Goddess already knows

It's to prevent further perversion to the flowers in Her grove

Her forest and fruits shall only grow

This is the same neckpiece

Since you last saw me

Are you ready to feed?

I still got something in my teeth

What a luxury—

Like waking up to someone's cooking

Who remembers you don't eat meat

It's the small things

I know there's some who can't relate...

You gotta give love to get it

That's what people are missing

So demanding—never giving!

This is for the alchemists

Who comprehend equivalence

Radiate benevolence

Are never in the same places

May your steps be blessed

Every day: watered

Each exchange caressed

Every night stretched longer

One should never squander

The journey or hardships

Running ragged should be closely gripped

It means we still move!

Whether you're descending

Or amping up your altitude

Nothing is progress or regressing

Just altars to offer to

Then carry on the road

Fear avoids this dojo

For all who attend know—

People ask me where I've been

Like they've never had a long day

Some be afraid to go outside

—I'm burnt in sun rays

Don't gotta get in your head

To look inside

Emotions fetter and flay

Whatever has been harbored

Is always best to give away

I still find myself caught in the wind

Except now I don't get swept up

Just hear tickling scripts

—whispers of love

A thorn in my side is a gift

Reminding me I'm flesh and blood

—I got more to spill

There's plenty cups to fill

Countless wounds to heal

So what am I still doing here?

Where have I been?

I've been on the move

Surrounded by busyness

If something's in the air

Why don't you go catch it?

Track it down—find its lair

Light some candles—get romancing...

Or have some fun—start dancing—

One thing about us 'lovers'—we don't fight fair

Specialize in batting eyes and quick words

Don't get vulnerable—we'll make that shit hurt

Got bags of tricks and they're all worse

If it's scrapping—I always get dirty first

Especially if we're wrestling over your curves

Licking each others bruises gets real fun

Like being naked and napping in the sun

Or how your nails dig deep when you cum

—I don't mind if you draw blood

Just promise you got more rounds than one

I live in the moment—I die when we're done

There is no 'we'

Only 'you'

Hopefully happy

After I broke 'us'

It wasn't hard to do

Calamity is skin deep

Just under the surface

Easy to hammer in

Drive through

Bleed

It's even easier

To wash away

Memories

I'm forgetting names

Faces

Get hazy

Scratch out the date

Catastrophes

Are rearranged

New apartment keys

Easily replaced

But every now and then

I catch myself

Being myself ain't all I thought

I can put all of my traits in a box

and all of them I want taken by God

I am dishonest by default

Not a good person—despite all my friends talk

No wonder I was seeking the bottle...

Mixing the liquor with fentanyl

Used to think I was spiritual reading cards

Now I see I was just talking to walls

I'm never willing to acknowledge my faults

Until everything and everyone are gone

Enjoying the silence too much is a problem

But when it's loud I start mixing up solvents

I'm too limited to do any solving

Insane and prone to dissolving

I like to destroy all the good that's evolving

So I stay stunted and crawling

While the world keeps on revolving

I'm like a shooting star with no target

Try to pivot before I keep on with the harming

For now I'm just avoiding the Martians

I think I'm blessed!

I should be dead...

Been cursed with plenty more years instead

So don't ask me to think ahead

If a God points—I'm leaping direct!

Sick in the head?

No—I'm just blessed!

Watch the traffic move when I step!

I can't die 'til I make amends

Or at least bury a dozen regrets...

I'm not greedy—I'm just depressed

But don't worry—I am still blessed!

Every prayer is in each breath

Some gifts are hexes that only bring dread

Gets me so angry that I see red!

Because I remember: I should be dead!

But even the wicked can become blessed...

So every day I'm counting my bread

Try to pay dues when it's time for the seventh

Traditions cradle me like a bed

At least when it comes to all of the steps!

I get so winded seeking Heaven

Can't keep track of how much I've bled!

Let alone all of my sweat—

Just when I'm about to quit and regress

Something inside reminds me that I'm blessed!

Not lying when I say this is not a phase;

I'll be manic for days

I'm a real head case—

Crashing down into depression's embrace

But I like to pretend and play okay

Since nobody wants to hear my griping or pain

I like it better that way—

Don't really trust people anyway

I've been burnt more times than sage

to clear a room...

Prefer my own company and doom

Forcing smiles fakes me out, too

What I hate is when I start caring about you!

Try to clear space in my coffin for two

Just to open up and be left with my blues

After melting down my bones to make glue

Patching up all your wounds—

Now I got more holes than I started with...

It starts to make sense how I'm senseless:

My brain's been leaking out of some abscess!

The heart grows stronger with every absence

I remember this is the only freedom I get—

I was born to be reckless

Never had any use for caution

Everything I touch becomes toxic...

It's better this way—solitude and no options

I got a love up on the moon

I choose to fight and always lose

I fucked it up and now I'm blue

So when I call they just press snooze

—but I don't care

Every day is hard to do

—but I don't care

When I'm active I feel slow

In groups I feel alone

When we fuck you hurt my soul

Think I prefer talking to ghosts

—but I don't care

Think my heart's turning to stone

—but I don't care

Already know I'm powerless

My power is I got no hope left

Only feel free when I'm closest

To the edge of a sunset

—but I don't care

Most days just feel endless

—but I don't care

I'm all out of desire

Romance peaked—it lost its fire

Think I died in its pyre

My halo's made of wire

—but I don't care

Keep reviving and I'm tired

Love is just a promise

Of karma

Holed up in my apartment

Terrified of its harming

Buried deep beneath

My blankets of ugly

Hoping nobody

Unearths what I'm hoarding

Always stunted

When it comes to transforming

Predators hunted

So there's no metamorphous

These days I'm like a tortoise

Deep in my shell

Try to avoid hurting

By not extending myself

If you think that's lonely

—Oh well...

I'm content without hand holding

Or exchanging Hells

Don't need kisses goodnight

I like how bites welt

Prone to one-sided fights

Where I'm the one needing help

I think my demise

Is within my own chest

My own heart is a disguise

For a knife in my wrist

If I'm not gonna die

I gotta keep my wits—

Stay away from ones with ice in their eyes

I used to be a dope fiend

Now it's all a dream—

Had a realization: I'm ugly

So I'll never be your wet dream

That's why I wear a mask—

Did you think I was sickly?

How long can I hold my breath?

I pay people to see!

All of my companions probably laugh at me

I have them sit on my face until I scream

Then I eat them out until the bed gets sticky

—and just ask them to leave...

If I had to pick a shade—

I'd pick the color green

Not because of something lame

—like my envy

But for the mullah that I need!

Pockets always light—my spendings fake

I just grab the shit and leave!

My bed can't shake

It's on the floor next to the TV!

At least I got a microwave

It boots up all my nicotine

Did you know you can revive a vape