MC Spoo
3Nov/120

Scribbled on a Pad

"I Love You"
is just a fleeting lie.
I hate that
this thought
passed before
my mind."

"What did I ever do
to lose you?
All I ever did
was dare
to love you"

Reckless Abandonment
Hurts.

All i feel for you
can be summarized
in a kiss
and then some
Believe in us.

Through the darkest of times
my thoughts are of you
and how you are doing
my own pain is nothing
compared to my worries
for you.

I cry
because
we lost
our love.

Find Me
I'm still
in Love
with you.


It's not the worst that could happen
but darn close if ever was
the moment you spoke your words
cloaked in anger designed to say
the end of you and me she spake

Better ways there were
denied these ways she did
in Yoda speak do I
searching for the gist
of what the deal is

There's no reason to hold
a love so bold
no reason to live
a life on hold

She only wanted it to be cold
to burn the heat of what I'm told
without the words ever spoke
I'd know she said the end is nigh
good bye good bye she never said

It's not the worst that could happen
but darn close if ever was
the moment you spoke your words
cloaked in anger designed to say
the end of you and me she spake

I had a dream of you and me
it died unsung so ever badly
It was sweet and innocent
unlike the way you told me
to get a clue and move on to...

Something else but nothing said
I'm still left guessing
did she say or did she not
are we done and left to rot?

There's no reason to hold
a love so bold
no reason to live
a life on hold

She's never coming back again
even if the past was given
she's gone from me
and Now I'm lost or never found

young or old
it hurts like hell
run away and never tell
or stand up tall, fists in a ball
ready to go again

Just say the words
plain and true
color them not
starkly will do

if our love is too bold
then let me go
there's no reason to live
a life on hold

waiting for you

 

 

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1Apr/110

Sense to me

It was easier to dream in rhyme
when I was sad and confused
now I dream of being with you
the words are harder to come to

happiness dims creativity yet if I'm
left with you that's fine with me
so my output begins to dim
and everything I ever said

makes no sense to me

pain and sorrow spill freely
drowned and bleeding are just as easily
described in flowery phrases
but happiness is dull and grey

my words they seem to be
dark and sated absent the hunger
it's not a bad thing
to smile instead of wonder

this makes some sense to me

I'd rather be so much rather be
hanging out with you
than sitting down with pen in hand
about to drown in a crying jag

could a smile genuinely scream
can't you see me shining
out of the shadows finally
we are the light that's cast

does it make sense to you?

do I care anyway if they
shake their heads and say
I can't believe it's you
how could this happen to?

well sometimes we find our love
when we stop looking and stop crying
and stop trying to impress that state
of lonliness and fate

thats all the sense I need

so now I don't care for the rhyme
nor for the whine nor words so fine
the razor line just a past crime
left to lie to the shadows

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21Feb/110

Faith

I know right from wrong
good and evil are just words
the source of my wisdom
is on this earth
don't need cosmic phases
nor flowery phrases

but I still stare at you in the sky
my words are provactively fine
dare you answer my flippant cries
dare you ignore as I begin to fly

leapt from the ground
and tasted the sky
same as the dirt
on the ground, good bye

my last, said I please
bury my heart somewhere
up amongst the clouds
and let me seed the stars profound

and I'll stare at you in the sky
cause I have faith
you don't want me to go
not until the moment I believe

without ever speaking
without ever seeing
without ever believing
just daring to believe

My faith doesn't require approval
I'll keep doing what I am doing
a design that may so seem insane from
your point of view up on that hill
looking down at me pretending
that I'm thrilled with just being

and I still stare at you in the sky
I still think one day you'll stop laughing
come down by my side and say
do you need any help today?

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7Sep/100

Poetry – Here It Is

Here it is, it's all I got left
my heart and soul
burning and Godless
broken and blind
deaf and dumb
barely pond scum
how's that for a sum?

An equation unbalanced
in a world of conquest
an ego or an id
a fantasy or just a dream
tasteless and baseless
accusations of complications
hardly worth whispering
how that for a scene?

Here it is, it's all I got left
I gave it all away
before they even came
to make my life the same
carbon copy what a shame
if only it was a game
reality sucks the big one, hey
the way you shine
is contradictory

Dangerously you're pondering
if even momentarily
should we let him stay
a heart and a soul
a godless burning hole
an example of foolish lore
or a screaming bore forever more
how's that summary?

Here it is, it's all I got left
Hear it is, it's all I got left

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22Aug/100

Poem – I Know Why

My absent minded fact finded barely hiding
mind of mine oh sure it's fine but maybe
I should hide what thoughts dance inside
cause the volume and meanings
the quantity and quality may be
far too frightful for sharing

Mass consumption of all the marbles
rattling around in this pumpkin
would really be something but
I fear the lumping would result in
klumping of brains that sound
like an empty thumping

I'm not all that wise nor all that good looking
but I'm smarter than your average guy
walking along staring at the sky
not knowing why it's blue
or why the clouds keep passing by
but if you ask me, yes, indeed

I know why
I know how
I know where
but I don't know who

My absent minded step off kindly
mind of mine oh sure it's wide
cast a line and hook the swine
a fools errand to even try
explain the neurotic connections
with even an ounce of accuracy

Mass consumption would really be something
but these marbles would break your teeth
I fear the bleeding and consecutive screeching
would break the minds of all who whined
why oh why oh why oh why did I
even try to even try to wrap my mind

I'm not all that wise not all that hot
but I'm much smarter than the average guy
walking along staring at the sky
not knowing why the stars shine
or why the sparkle with this rhyme
but if you ask me, yes indeed

I know why
I know how
I know where
but I don't know who

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18Aug/100

Poem – Died a Long Time Ago – Wise Men

I should have died a long time ago
cause I never knew where to go
my wanderings were without aim
targetless flight unto the waves
did I cast my stern to sway

As my eyes scan the horizon
I spot the shiny wise men
when finally I find them
they're barely aware of why then
except the wine must flow

I begged them to remember something
but all they recall is broken trumpets
sounding a fractured call to all
it's time to go there but where
the wise men do not know

even in their splattered haze they know

I should died a long time ago
cause I was a fool for trying to go
where I was never ready to be
all my targets were flawed reasons
did cast my boat to sink

Gurgling barely breathing
the waves sparkling under the sun
I think I'm ending fish food pending
yet I'm spinning out of control
where am I to flow?

I begged the tide to take me back
but all the gave was coral and sand
soundless screams of death rattling
as I settle into my final scene
the wise men smiling

even in the darkness beneath

I should have died a long time ago
cause I can't breathe the saline
I can't move or escape the nibbling
bobbing up and down if I'm lucky
my bones do sway

I watched the light down coming
without sense of time forever mine
the claw does reach out to me
finally it seems they do see
whatever is left of me

I begged the being please take me back
where the sun does shine
and all the air to breathe
but my voice is gone for mortal beings
the wise men do bequeath

even in the stillness of the bleak

I should have died a long time ago
my sunken ship and rotting bow
amidships and on ahead avast
broken down to float at last
rising does this sway

The light is burning me
but the smiles they gleam so sweet
cheer in their faces turn to screams
the dead ride with me
unmoving

The air and the sweet fresh wind
my mind it spins without an end
once again once again
I'll sail the seas until they speak
these wise men finally see

even in the sunshine so sweet

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