I want to massage your ego
Get those knots out
Right down to your soul
I want to bring you peace
And ease
Cool beeeze
Baby
Let me tell you
How wonderful I think you be
And I ain’t no fool
So you should believe me
Worth all efforts
Time
Raw out open wounds
Ripped from my spine
Still feeling fine
To display it to you
One
Who is
One of a kind
Unscuffable shine
Too much to live up to
At this time
According to the one
Holding up the line
That one be
Not me

I am the surprise onion ring in his French fries
Waiting to see
If he ever eats me

You have an easy way
You take it all in stride
You love to laugh
You love to play
And I love being along for the ride

It’s not really love
It never was
It’s just an overblown crush
Shook in the can
Opened in front of that man
Spewing sticky sweet
“I’m your biggest fan”
And as he gets showered
With bubbles and gush
He doesn’t react much
The boy turns away
Like anyone would
Thinking “this crush spewing ***** is up to no good.”
If it was love
It wouldn’t be messy
But it might not have been as sweet
Love has nothing to prove
Nothing to move
Love is already there
I’ve gotta accept
I’ve been a fool
Claiming feelings that don’t compare
Attached to a man
Who I don’t even know
Foolish girl
To make a ghost
The center of my world
Imaginary position
Of great importance
Without even an interview
All that being said
It still feels just as true

Can someone please find a poetic way of saying, "our president is exactly like Ted Baxter from The Mary Tyler Moore Show?"

Curse the eyes that won’t look past
Curse the ears that refuse to hear your silence
Curse the heart
And the brain
Stuck on impossibility
Causing themselves such pain
Curse the lack of refrain
Curse myself
For cursing you
With this sorry ***
Poor me
Curse fest
And curse this curse fest too

UGH!
I hate your sorry ***
Excuses laced with
Balderdash
Never is the blame on you
Even when facts
Bear out to prove it true
There's always someone else to blame
Who you identify with
Inferences
Not by name
I rolled my eyes
And dismissed you
But so many people
Think you're so true

Everyone loves the writers
Support them all you can
Yet in cities
Trash will pile up
Before we support the garbage man

My family will not participate
When I make excuses for myself
I love them for that

He threatens with his absence
Torturous for you
When he's gone
You muddle on
Barely getting through
You obsess and cry all day
His insensitive social media page
Goes on, happily, alone
Leaving you to atone
Because you've committed some
Unknowable sin
Or maybe failed to worship him
You're begging now
To be let back in
So you can start it all over again

Getting used to the dad on you
The dad personality
Dad
Dad
Dad on you
Dad
Dad
Everything you do
All you talk about
If that makes you happy
I’m happy too
But I sometimes wish
You would still be you

You ain’t gonna listen
But leaving someone to continue
Upon a hopeless mission
Like this one

Not so fun
For me
At least
You must have got something
From it
It would have been easy to set me free
You chose to leave me outside
On the leash
Chained to a fantasy
And stay there
I would have always
But these **** opposable thumbs
Couldn’t agree

Maybe you're a wizard at self-promotion
Or you think you are
I can't tell how others view you
But they can't help but attend to
YOU  
There YOU are
YOU
With yet another irrelevant
Comment
Pushing the product of you
You pushing you
You have no crew
To speak of
We must assume
But you are a wizard
The legends have all sold some crap
Of wise and kind, endearing chap
That's the presumption
They're employing
But common sense tells me
Wizards are annoying

I yearn
Painlessly
Yet maddeningly
Only for one
You’re my desire
I burn like the sun
I know you feel complimented
By how I cherish you
You don’t play with my emotions
Pretending to ignore me
Is what you do
As for my feelings
They will continue
And you’ll still pretend your feet do not move
To the
The dance without music
Between me and you

I get up in the evening
And I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark

Message keeps getting clearer
Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man, I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
Baby, I just know that there is

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older
There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on, baby, the laugh's on me

Stay on the streets of this town
And they'll be carving you up all right
They say you gotta stay hungry
Hey, baby, I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

You can't start a fire
Sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire
Worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark

The one friend
Who makes me wish I could be gay
She’d be a perfect lover
If I could just get down that way

It's the mundane
That causes so much pain

I ache for you
And the hole you will someday fill
Hopefully, one day
If Fate be what she will
Perhaps it's fate to never meet
And ache all my life through
But I can't settle for a substitute
I'd rather wait for you
Whoever you may be
Whatever you may do
I hope when you finally show up
I will recognize you

I’ve invited myself in
To an imagination *******
Gonna get me sum
And give it my best
In the beautiful man fest
I’ve created just for me
Imaginarily
I go as far as it can
In every fantasy

I have a fantasy life
With you in it
You are always there
Knowing what I’m feeling
Paying attention
I fascinate you
We laugh more than we talk
Bring out the best in each other
You are the best thing that never happened to me

They always say
“Never give up on your dreams”
But what does one do
When you dream of being loved
By someone who doesn’t notice you?
Do you stalk and plead and chase
Continue forever the unwinnable race?
Sleep alone in an imaginary embrace?
Does a dream turn into a nightmare
Holding out for something that will never be there?
When it causes more questions than answers
Maybe it’s time to let go
Or so my ego tells me so
Is it failure to accept
You’re dreaming of something
You’ll never get?

I think your brain might be dead
Just sitting there
Rotting in your head
I cannot think of any other reason
You’d possibly have
For voting red

Sometimes
The dust never settles

Hard way learner
Back burner
Is where I seem to stay
Not one compliment
He will pay
Despite the nice things I always say
Maybe I should rearrange
Tactics, goals, or honesty
Cannot figure out
How to get him to notice me
Losing battles fought for love
Are still lost
At whatever cost
No silver-lined cloud
I just said all that **** out loud
Right in front of the crowd
Everyone with the ability to hear
Turning to me their deaf ear
Maybe the fault is with me
Babbling on uncomfortably
While I think I’m being unique and sweet
I cannot tell the perception of me
But it’s all I can be
Just me
Who no one hears and no one sees

Is it fear
Of the fuzzy person
Trying to make herself clear?
Or perhaps disdain
Of the persistent poet
Putting worms in your brain
Or maybe complete disinterest
Like a forced exercise
When you want to rest
Or maybe it’s really funny to you
Watching some dummy play the fool
Because you are just that cool
To reach on in to your woman pool
And draw out something better
Than anything I could do
Are you waiting for me to disappear
Or somehow be more clear
I couldn’t have tried any harder
I’ve got only words
With which I can barter
But what good will it do
To speak lovingly to you
Through the internet
Far and near
When I’m trying to talk
To deaf ears

Silence can be harsh or gentle
And sometimes very loud

You didn’t steal my heart
But you made it work real hard
Beating intensely
Swelling up so immensely
And all of those flutters and skips
Who woulda thought
A heart could do flips?  
Beautiful, smart, artistic man
You’ve never been part of the plan
Suddenly there you are
Or are you here?
Who knows?
But I’d go anywhere
My heart don’t want to hear
That I’d be willing to walk right there
I know I can think it all I want
And my heart will never know
It’s caused me lots of pain
That my heart never listens to my brain

It's drama
And you're holding on to it
Because that's
What you feel
You have to offer
If they're not talking about
Your latest meltdown
They're not talking about
You
At all
And you're not responsible for your
Behavior
Anyways
Because you can't control
Your inability to deal
Or at least that's how you've
Conditioned yourself
To feel

You missed an exciting year
Grampa
You did get to see
The first black president
So much you got to see
When you had an entire childhood
Without even knowing about tv
Yet, you saw the world
Through war and peaceful means
Inventions of things
That once seemed like fantasies
You saw smartphones
In almost every pocket
When you once celebrated
The rotary, and then
The touch tone
Such technology that must have seemed!
Maybe when you were a kid
You dreamed of flying cars
But the miraculous inventions
You witnessed
Have them beat by far
We don't have robot maids
And we haven't yet cured baldness
And as far as politics
The nation is a mess
I think you'd be *******
About that
I suppose, if there was ever a time to
Exit Earth
Stage left
You got a good cue
But that don't stop me
From sorely missing you

I would pray for you
But God has better things to do
I’m gonna have to pull this one off myself
But what else is new?
Thus far
Not me and you
My dream come true
If I add an “amen”
At the end
Will this “prayer” do?
Amen
Then
Praying might work
And I’ll try anything

Please
Bring it to me
Lay it out raw
Tumble the soul
And the wash
In verse
Give me the best
And the worst
Tingle my insides
Magically
Using nothing but
Words and invisibility
Connecting through
Airwaves
Timelessly
You are magic
Dear Poet
Please
Bring it to me

It is
Indeed
In deeds
We be
But words are free
And serve when deeds are an
Impossibility

Trying to think of something poignant to say
But I’m not sure poignancy works that way
Think and think til your brain turns blue
But it’s just the kinda thing that’s gotta
Come  to you

Some days I feel defeated
Energy depleted
Ungreeted
Unhalfway meeted
Walking down this endless street
Blisters all over my feet
You pass by, occasionally
You look, but you don’t see
Ignoring how hungry I be
It’s not your fault that I don’t eat
There’s a buffet in front of me
But I only want your meat
I’ll starve, rather than eat
Anything but your treat
Wasting away, so skinny
Self-imposed defeat

Can’t figure why you stay away
I tell myself you won’t want to someday
You could come
Or you could go
Please do something to make it so
Whichever way the stream will flow
We still gonna get there slow
But I need to know which way to go
Set me on my journey to find a home
And if it ain’t with you
Tell me to roam

He offered more
Encouraged me to explore
He’s better than I was hoping for

Fresh cake batter
Made from scratch
You are the spoon
To lick
Temptations tease
Of the feast to come
But spoon to lick
There’s only one

I choose to see
Narcissisticly
That the problem is just as much him
As it is me
But how can that be
When everything else
He does so perfectly?

Boy!  
Why haven’t you written me a poem yet?!
I’ve come out with like three
For you
I know you must
Got something for me
Otherwise I’m writing
The wrong poetry
You don’t have to name me
Amour
I’ll know who you wrote it for

Getting old
Upcoming change
What smoking does to my health
That my grandson took a ****
When his mom will be home in two minutes

This poem is not about you
I promise
It's really not
I think you should just get over yourself
I'm not giving you a second thought
Do you think the world revolves around you?
Oh, I'm sure! I'll bet you do!
I'll bet you'll think this poem is about you, too
I can't convince you it's not
You're so confused
But this poem
Is not about you

I hold on
To the sliver of hope
Glinting silver in the sun
The search party
Here it comes
Far away
But not gone
I’ve cleared off the trees of fruit
Eating insects and the occasional root
I should be existing in fear
But I can tell
The search party is near

I don’t want to brag
Especially in the
Company
Of so many who are wonderful at poetry
But you can search far, wide, cold places,
And hot
And you won’t find a better muse
Than the one I got  
My poetry isn’t really good enough for him
He deserves Maya Angelou
Someone good enough to be known
So the entire world can see
Just how perfect a muse/poet team can be
That incredible human being
Who should be praised
Throughout history
Surely deserves a better poet than me

Desire cares not about right or wrong
It don’t give a **** if you wait far too long
Desire will keep you guessing and unsure
It will invite you onto the porch and not open the door
Desire sits in your stomach like a stone
It will introduce you to friends
And you’ll still feel alone
Desire will cause you to obsess
So many options ignored for one best
Desire will bring you down to the well
Dying of thirst
A whole new Hell
Unable to swallow
Throat sore and swelled
Thirst
The worst
When it will end
No one can tell

He’s looking for a woman
And he’s looking DESPERATELY
Inbox inundation
Woeful, longing pleas
Compliments of irrelevance
He only notices what he sees
He’s looking for a woman
With his eyes and not his soul
And he wonders why
He is still alone
Nobody wants to be
Committed to someone
To be their eye candy

It was the direction
I was once heading
But now I’ve veered off course
Not sure where I’m going
But it can’t be any worse

Far apart
We may always be
But you probably won’t
Be forgetting me
And that may be our destiny
To only exist
In memory
Something felt
And never seen

However it goes down
It won’t be said
I didn’t try

We’ve got Dino Dana on the big tv
For no other reason than to control me
And something only a kid wants to see
On every electronic there could possible be
One pad with Cocomelon
The other with some kind of ant cartoon
Two kids
Every device in this house
I’m hiding under the covers on this phone
Because there’s surely some princess show
The little one wants to see
For no other reason than to maintain
Massive control
Over me

At what point is
Giving up the
Thing to do?
Are we past it?
And you knew?