After having a hotdog and frank discussion with myself I was back in the courthouse hall
Thinking of a speech to amicably bring peace to what had turned into an all out war
I had already plead not guilty but my conscience now felt differently
Do i continue to deny, deny, deny
Or do i come clean with the dirt of how I’d flirt with every skirt that was pretty enough to catch my eye
the bailiff then appeared holding the courtroom door with one hand, the other held the catcher in the rye
Stating “the judge will be ready to continue in a few, so you need to make your way back inside”
She glanced up and down the corridor as if someone was calling her as i made my lonely trek down the aisle
With my tail between my legses, wishing I could turn Jess’… frown upside down to a smile
When i looked to the right, she was nowhere in sight, her lawyer anxiously kept looking around
She stopped the bailiff and explained that she tried everything, but her client was nowhere to be found
She said “I waited for her outside, called her cell about four times, and checked the bathroom… every single stall.
I dont know where she could be, why shes not here or why she wouldnt at least return my calls.”
Then the doors flew open, Jessica fully focused, reached in her bag as she walked towards me
A gun appeared, the same hand that held it wiped away a tear, as she screamed that she had something for me
She then pointed the gun at me and said “you’re gonna pay, you’re gonna die today motherfucker”
everyone in the court ran away as they tried to find… something to hide behind or duck under
She kissed my forehead and placed the gun to my temple, next thing i knew i hit the floor
Startled and confused, in a room full of darkness I stood up and walked into a door
“Baby are you okay?” came a voice from behind me. I rubbed my head trying to see through the darkness
I found the light switch on the wall, still didnt know who this chick was at all, but realized i was in my apartment
I tried to remember the girls name in my bed, but could only think about the pain in my head “uhhhh… you gotta go”
She was flabergasted, and responded “fuck you, you bastard. You cant treat me like this. Im not a ho.”
I hid in the bathroom as she got dressed, and came out when i heard my door slam
That dream was so vivid, it seemed so real. I thought i was dead for sure man
I decided to lay back in my bed and get some sleep, and call Jess when I awake in the morning

So when we went to recess
I begin to regret the way that I treated Jess
And all of the drama that I put her through
As I say in the park
and ate my frank from the cart
I asked myself how I would feel if I were in her shoes
Finally admitting to myself I was wrong
I started taking pity on myself
Because what could’ve been so right is now gone
I’m going back into this courtroom looking through different eyes
As if I’m a different guy
Wishing I… Didn’t cheat… Didn’t lie
Why didn’t I, didn’t I

Youre a star, you need to reach for the sky
Let your light shine upon the world before you die
Dont let anyone stop you, especially me, myself or I
haters of course, negative thoughts or short sight

We’re meant to be creators, in His likeness he has made us
So look inside and get to know the God within
Create a poem, a song, a dress or a thong, not creating is wrong, its the forgotten sin
You’ll never know where you’ll end up if you do not begin

Fulfillment you’ll be filled with, when you write, draw or build it
Or whatever it is you love to do and are exceptionally skilled at

whatever you do, dont let money cloud your view
Create for the love of it, make it do what it do

Let the blessings unravel, take the road less traveled, as a matter of fact, you should just pave your own

So the dash in between the years will be more defined, more than just a line, when they engrave your stone

Lhegend

But I’m betrayed by the evidence of dried tracks… leading to my ear

From laying in bed crying looking up at the ceiling… full of despair

Wondering where you are, and wishing where you were… was here

I feel like I’m suffocating… I can’t breathe… You were my air

Continuing life sans you… I can’t do… I fear

But I have to… get passed you because you don’t care

and probably… haven’t even shed one tear

We resisted the pessimistic

and took a chance on the distance

believing it would strengthen our love

But I feel like I’m over here trying,

and you’re over there thinking

“what the fuck were we thinking of?”

I feel like I was left stranded on an island, yet we were on that ship together

the sun was shining and you went and bolted at the first sign of inclement weather

I used to dedicate that song by neyo and fab, I was good but I thought you made me better

But it’s obvious you feel otherwise, and you’re probably seeing other guys so I have to end it with this letter

Dear Joan,

it seems we’ve reached the end of our road, I guess since we were miles apart

Please hear me clearly, I loved you dearly, but I had to follow my heart

it’ll be hard to get pass, what I thought we’d make last, I guess “they” were right all along

It’s best we end this now and cut our losses while they’re short,

because resentment could set in before long

Enjoy your life, and believe me, there’s no need to call… anymore

it’s not like you said much, but now you don’t have to say anything… Anymore.

Lhegend

I’ve been taught that’s the way to go
My last meal was two days ago
It was discarded chicken
Of which I even ate the marrow

My stomach is rumbling
My faith is tumbling
This freezing cold is extremity numbing
And the guy who just left the bank folding a wad of bills said he doesn’t have a hundred pennies to spare

Now I could take this knife that I carry for protection
And put it to his neck and demand his possessions
But what’s mine is mine and although living on these streets is tough, jail and bad karma are the two things I fear

Lord I’m trying
And I know all in due time
But could you at least send me a sign

I’ve tried all angles to get off these streets
But I’m only met by loss and defeat
I’m so close to turning to crime

The shelters are usually worse than the streets
Right off your feet they’ll steal your shoes
I’m treated with disrespect by the police
God, I’ve been homeless for long enough, haven’t I paid my dues

How long will my skies be grey, how long will I sing the blues?

You may consider us enemies, and this here as our goodbyes

Oh what a tangled web we weave when we try to deceive

What pray tell will you do?

This poem was inspired by http://lhegendspov.wordpress.com/2009/07/29/going-against-the-man-code/