A poem that talks about YOURSELF

Butterfly Trapped In A Cocoon

sunday, do laundry staring at people who don't smile
monday, work on my novel while trying not to write poetry
tuesday, work on my novel while resisting the urge to sing
wednesday, work on my novel while my boogie wants to dance
thursday, work on my novel while receiving psychic visions
friday, work on my novel while chatting with older women online
saturday, write poetry sing dance trip out sex chat

sunday, do laundry and pray that the novel gets finished
and becomes a best seller times three because it's a trilogy

we are all butterflies trapped in our cocoons
what will you do when you get your wings?
I'll dance and I'll sing, this is what my freedom brings

My Hollywood Name Is Mr. La La


Yes, I am your chosen kingpin
My Hollywood name is Mr. La La
I don't need to listen to scum
Because all ya barber is blah blah
I take whatever hood rat that want to come
Just don't try and steal my hard earned bling bling

You're so friggin dope. Well thank ya my beloved sister girly
You remind me of an ex Brady, she too was a dirty little birdie
Come into my crib and I shall show ya the best time
Grab a smoke and choke on that hot pot, it won't cost ya a dime

Ride by done while on kids bicycles are just so insane, it seems
Leaves images I witnessed, carved into my crazy nightly dreams
The wild streets aren't designed for everybody out there, up to me
That's why they invented plain old grey sidewalks, for free

I feel totally naked without it, I'm not a bad arse dirty turtle
That's what my momma once said, but even I'm shell shocked, can ya tell?
But what you see, is what it really means, or so it should
So yes! It's good to be the king of the whole damn hood

One day I spilt the beans on some loyal corner crew boys
I tell the popo, I know that's so lo lo, but they killed using one of my toys
If your not encouraged in life as a child, like most of us
You'll always be in a cage as an adult, so what's the big fuss?

Attacking Mr. La La's crib and forced his family out, without a touch of doubt
Nobody likes a smelly snitch, for they will be hunted down and blacked out
They chose a new leader of the team and told him, you better be able to cope
But he was a brother who never really new how to tie up all the loose rope

I came on back and killed the whole damn hood
A true gangsta has pride and does what he should
I just rode on by in my sleek black low riding convertible Jaguar cat
Shot up and even sliced up all those former niggas of mine, and that's that.

No home left anywhere

Time has come, the days go by,
The bridges burnt
From the anger that was once suppressed,
It’s much too late to start over again,
Does it feel good to unleash the hell on them,
The people you loved that once called your name,
And So one by one you leave them alone,
To wonder where it all went wrong…

On bended knees, the strength gone to fight,
A father prays, Crying out in the dark
Santo, Santo, Santo Señor,
God of power and might;
Heaven and earth,
Are filled with your wonder and your glory;
Oh Lord… Please… Bring my son back to me,
Holy; Holy,
Santo, Santo Señor
God of power and might
Dios de poder y fuerza
El cielo y la tierra están llenos
Con tu gloria
Holy; Holy; Oh Holy Lord;
God of power and might;
Heaven and earth are filled with your glory,
Hosanna; Hosanna; Hosa-anna
My Lovely lovley child,
I’ll be the truth for you;

Long days, gone going by,
Blew your chances
As you feel the walls closing in,
Lord what can you say,
It feels that something’s just dying inside,

Drifting away more each day,
Talkin to your bitterness,
I am still here, but my dreams are not,
My tears have come and gone,
There is no home left anywhere
.
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*Middle I think is part of an old church hymn*

UNRESOLVED MYSTERY
A puzzle I am even unto myself…a mystery not even I can resolve.
I have never understood why I do or act the way I do…the mystery never dissolves
With every leap I take into a brand new day
I blow myself away
Thinking and over-thinking, analyzing and configuring myself like an unsolvable equation
I’ve shot prayers up to the heavens asking the Almighty to explain, awaiting with anticipation
For answers never answered…not even by the Almighty One.
So, I’ve re-traced my footprints paved across the miles of my history and found I’ve always been on the run.

For as long as I can remember, unspeakable fear has always been my friend
The wounds and scars of my history past still bleeds today with no end
Dark shadows of haunting memories of what I’ve done to others and others done to me
Dangle over my head, torturing my soul and holding me captive in a land I should be dancing free.

The lashes and scorns I’ve long endured has made my sensitivity stronger and tougher
As I go about wanting to please the world around me so that they don’t have to suffer.
To the world I’m happy-go-lucky, a silly clown, a person of great humor and cheer
But, deep down inside, no one knows my daily bread is washed down with a drink of my own tears.

I have a LUST for LIFE and LIVING…afraid of death and dying…
And yet I am miserable and hollow deep inside where I am always crying.
My name endlessly echoes when I visit my old hometown
You’d think I’d be a Hollywood star at how cheerfully my name resounds.
From the lips of the young and the lips of the old of those who know my name.
And, their happiness to see me and my joy to see them is both about the same.
I wholeheartedly, love all the people I come across and love meeting new
There’s nothing I would hold back or nothing that I wouldn’t do
To help make the world seem like a better place
For ANYONE regardless of age, of color or race….
But, though surrounded by many, the depth of my loneliness is too far deep into the core
For even pills to heal or psychiatrists to reach or even I to wander and explore.

Fainting chants of all the people I KNOW that love me, whom I have touched
Echo in my mind comforting and torturing me because I know I don’t deserve even that much.
I’ve cheated the girl on the glass… as written by famous poet Dale Wimbrow
And I’ve lost myself somehow without even knowing what direction the wind blows.

I understand NOT myself…for I am a puzzle, a mystery, not even I can resolve.
And, I wonder what may have happened during those early years I am unable to recall.  
But, one thing I know with complete certainty….when it’s time for me to depart from Earth
And return to earthly dust, where I originated from, since even before my birth….
I want to close my eyes hearing the echoing chants of the people who loved me
But, my death to be kept in silence….no funeral, no ceremony….as if no one ever knew me
Because not even I, in all my years, know me….
Other than I am both, my BEST friend and WORST enemy,
Like Hot and cold, good and bad....mysteriously co-existing under one thick skin.