Take Some Time

when i wrote this poem i wasn’t thinking of slam poetry
and so maybe there is some type of evolution going on here
because i was thinking more paul mcartney, i kept hearing like the voice
of elton john, its wierd i couldn’t hear the voice of the black artist that i usally listen to
i’m trying to pick out somebody but this poem sounds so folksy to me
but it is what it is and i’m shooting for thirty days of poetry and of the four poems that i wrote today
not including the three i threw away i like this one the best so here it is entitled

Take Some Time

Tied to the times we stayed in tuned
Nusance and abatements let them leave the room
Creating closure where none was before
I hide behind my bedroom door

Deeply hurt I try to work the locks
Can’t get thru the combination as I cry these tears
I thought they were lost in my broken heart
But here they have arrived after all these years

Drawn in by the sight of fire
You can pull your eyes off the reck
My train is derailed and its off the track
And I walk with a brace on my neck

No w let us all take some time to breath as we relive the good and the bad
And if we find this is our time to leave then I’m sure they will all be sad
Take some time
Take some time
Come back to me but first take some time

Just to find out who you are you search and you look in your books
Just to find out where to go you give the past a second look
You lie awake in your bed at night hoping to make a new day
And as you see the sun arise you don’t know what else to say

Take some time
Take some time
Try to create a new space
Take some time
Take some time
You can’t live life with out enjoying the way

We all would like to believe that the sun shines down on us
But sometimes when we are down we have to come up from dust
In the cloud the lonely eve finds himself taking his stock
And in the day the lonely me finds myself watching the clock

Take some time
Take some time
You won’t believe what is owed to you
Take some time
Take some time
You won’t believe what you can do

Finally we walk roads alone
Hoping to stay on the path
And as we carry our number on we lose our own silly memory
Yes our memories are gone
And we hold our toungues alone hoping that the path is not slippery
Yes It is slippery
and we’ve said some mean mean things
Some things that we didn’t mean some mean things

So give us now a chance to make our little peace
And if we can ask forgiveness mate would you please give that to me
Give that to me
Please more than the time
It’s the memory of the mind
We take the time
To give the memory a day away from the sunlight
And this is the moment
We won’t let it go
But if we let go of the moment
Then I’m sure you’ll get to know

That you need to take some time
And breath
Calm down the mind
And flush those old memories
They mean nothing more to me
So take some time
Take some time
Please take some


I am a poet so I could just write away the stress

somebody ever stress you out so bad that you can’t do your job, your normal function you just feel like depressed and angry and more mad at yourself for letting this sucka put you in this position

hear feel me if i could work my dream job i would work as an apprentice with jesse james let him teach me how to cut and shape metal build cars and motorcyles

then i would build bikes and cars and just cut the tops off just cause i could and if anybody had even an iotem to say about it i would tell them to eat a rock

sorry i went off on a tanget but pick this up i’m not on some violence tip but im so mad if i had a brick i would definitely….here check this out i wish i had a foam brick then i could have hit him in the face and he wouldn’t really be hurt i could have got a good laugh out of the deal…

sorry that was me on my confused soapbox here is the poem i promise it will make your day and take away some of your stress…

put the darn brick down sheesh!

I’m pissed

 Sometimes the only way to change minds is to be so forward so aggressive
So passionate so drastic so caustic so weapon wielding fierce so loud
That they cant help but hear us

 Then there is the chance that these guys that we throw rocks at from the nosebleed seats
Really are not worth our effort
 I’m going to buy a stadium big as the roman theater

Forgive me mom but I’m sick of being held down by the neck

 These suckas got to show me some respect or I’m going to burn the building down
And that’s not a threat that’s me being repressed
I’m stressed
And I cant see a way out of this mess

 I’m a poet
 So here I’m going to add flowers
Here is a field full of Iris in the early dawn
Dew drops on her back smell like ripe pear nectar
 An my chest feels like its caving in and the only way to save it then
 Is to relieve the pressure like a cool autum breeze
Write when the air turns brisk and the evening comes

But the darkness has yet to arrive
And the kids play in the leaves
And I’m trying to paint a picture but I never been an artist
 Give me the chance to describe the yellows and the blues
And the light of the shade and the darkness of the rain
But its so refreshing it is God’s blessing
In the form of a life lesson
And I am is and  was
but I’m not so let the stress cook

In the piping hot boiling pot
 And I’ll have  a stew a soup for the soul
A moment to lie awake in the mold of life
And it can be molded into whatever you like
And I just want the hills and the bridge and the park

So I will get the hills and the bridge and the park

I am after all
I am a poet so I could just write away the stress
And let them know in the quiet of words written
That they have once again been belligerently smitten

the title of this poem is chest pain

Chest Pain


I got this pain an pressure

no relief no sleep it’s stabbing me on the left
uhhh the left side of my chest


I just need some rest
I have to do better than the rest
I need to rise up better than the best
this is my only escape from this madness

I got money I can’t spend it
I got thoughts that keep spinning
I can’t get to the pen fast enough to pen them

Anxiety is a high for me where is my sobriety
I’m taking in these thoughts like a drunk steady drinking

I’m shaking out these thoughts like the philosopher thinking
I’m going to free my peeps like Abraham Lincoln
then I got to cure this cough before I end up in a coffin

I’m walking down the sidewalk just to myself talking
and I find myself speaking to myself so often
that I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever have time
to quiet my mind

and maybe in time find the peace of mind
“that excels all thought”


the peace you work to find it
I’m just gone have to step out on faith

I don’t know how many times I need to be reminded
I suppose every day I awake and repeat the mantra
“1 tenth of all I earn is mine to keep”
and a portion of my mind is dedicated to peace
and as I arrive at the conclusion it’s l2:30
I hope that I can find my sleep