The Mortal's Star

Distant jewel
Gleaming in the dead of night
If I could I'd take a rocket
Or even a giant kite
Float up to you
And wrap you in my arms
Precious treasure to call mine
Do all to protect you from harm
But alas
Your heart remains
Fluttering on glass wings
Set up to shatter instantly
Should I, a humble king
Ever get close enough to you
For although our love is true
Whatever shall we do?
The moon and the planets
All of whom I know quite well
Have long ago once fallen victim
To your gleaming spell
For me to steal you now
Like a black hole having it's way
Would tear them all to nothing
By all we do and say
So my diamond vessel
Gleam brightly high up above
Though I cannot capture you
There's nothing stronger than our love.

Tragic Verses

She was Tragedy
Spitting black flames
Of raw crack
Tearing the armor
Of the closed mind
With complex vernacular
So spectacular
Verbal resuscitation
While others were stuck on
Rhythmic masturbation
She found the truth
Magnifying it times a million
Screaming it up to the heavens
Where it bounced off God's right hand
Into the souls of every man
Tragedy
Homo-genius martyr
Not letting the labels stop her
From her divine mission
Turning the blood that flowed
From her open wounds into inspiration
Constant motivation
Mental titillation
To excite the senses desensitized
Breathing life back into humanity
Not just the word
But the entity lost in insanity
She saw not the portrait societal
But the reality, however volatile
Until her winged frame
Took a hit
And the bestial bullshit
She struggled to erase
Engulfed her entire being without a trace
Tragedy....
Where have you gone?
How we long for the lost melodies
Of your dagger-edged song...

Concrete Portrait

Click!

Clack!

BANG!

Death has been painted yet again
One moment you were breathing
Now you're dead
You had so much to do
Left so much unsaid
But none of that matters
Cause
Now
You're
Dead.

Did you make a difference in the world?
Leave a ray of light behind
Timeless notion of enlightenment
Some sort of road sign
For the masses?
Or even just for your little brother
Who was already left without a mother
Damn.
You kept saying, I'm gonna be something
Go somewhere
Be famous
Now you're stuck on
Permanent hiatus
What happens now that
All those IFs, ANDs, BUTs turn into
Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
But did not?
You're long forgot
In the wrinkled skin of Father Time
Along with all those other
Raisins in the sun
Festering like a sore
As your body crusts and sugars over
Like some syrupy sweet
And your epitaph remains empty
Much like the air of your defeat....

Your promise was such that it touched the sky
Yet as the story goes
Wrong place; wrong time
Bullets whizzed by
Five connected
And cruelly dissected
Your soul from your flesh
How beautiful was the sorrow
Painted from that which you bled
And all they'll remember you by
Is not what you could've done
But the place where you died.

Lover Not A Fighter

We keep fighting
I keep lying
You keep crying
Then it starts all over again
We used to mesh so flawless
So when
Did I lose you
Reception's fucked up
You ain't tuning into me
How can I get you to see
That
I'm a lover not a fighter
Just wanna be layed up inside ya
Not chopping words
But biting to your rhythm
Yet instead you got me tryna figure out
The nature of your paradigm
Yeah I want you in the worst way
But I'm growing tired of the games we play
The pattern's shifted
And soon enough love will be lifted
And all that will be left between you and I
Is cold hatred and a bitter goodbye
Let's stop with the verbal bruises and papercuts
And get back to when a gentle touch
Was enough...

Thing Is...

I like you.
Want you in the worst way
And though I cant have you now
In this present condition
We cannot stay
And yet
I know we can't do much with this
But my hearts telling me that with you
This is it
The one thing I'm missing
The one thing I need
Who cares how it happens
Can I just bask in your energy?
The constant happiness you wear
And unerring joy you bring me
Leaves me, your moon,
High up above
Reaching for the vast beauty of your seas
Like soft poetry
You whisper to me
In a language so raw and true
The stature of it's honesty
Leaves me not knowing what to do
The risk I wish to take is great
And I know you speak this is not our fate
But what happens if it is?
And you realize that too late?
Crazy talk you say?
Then let it be.
Foolishness?
I'm the jester in your court
Charming you with
Bad jokes and self-deprecating retorts
Do you not see
What you mean to me?
Thing is love
Amongst all our mixed signs
All I truly want
Is for you to simply be mine.

Paper Strings

Paper strings keep pouring out of my pocket
No matter what I do I can't seem to stop it
I grab and reach
But my hands are sliced open and I bleed
I stare in wonder to see I'm filled not with blood
But nickels, quarters, pennies, and dimes
The aroma of dirty metal fills my nose
And I sneeze dollar bills?
All the while paper strings keep flowing
Up and out
Into the greedy hands of those much bigger than me
Richer than me
Monsters bound to the paper strings
All those dollar signs and shiny things
Meant to erode the soul
Infect the mind
And without us knowing even speed up time
Stuck in the neverending rat race
Before we know we're caught up in the chase
For nicer clothes, faster cars, bigger homes
And for what?
Giving our all to this system
and only gaining in return
More ice for our hearts
And more money to burn....

Without A Compass

It seems that once again
I am working this pen
For a ghost town
An audience I cannot see
Or is it that they can't see me?
Who am I writing for
What am I trying to convey
How can I become a success
When I have no inkling of what to say?
As well as who to say it to
I keep desiring that momentum
But I don't know what to do
So I keep pushing and praying
Against this 10-ton boulder
On the surface not giving in
But inside desiring a shoulder
Wrists are tied and chafing
Time just goes on wasting
Excuse my disillusioned depression...
As I try to relocate my sense of direction

Unreciprocated? Or...

My heart beats...
But also bleeds
For the one thing
That makes any sort of sense...
You.
But how can it
When the things I feel
You would so quickly shun
Leaving me as the only one
The fool
Standing out in the cold
Stumbling through the dark
Praying for that spark
That keeps flickering
Till you put it out
What are we about?
Are all the words exchanged
All the glances held
All the desires expressed
For naught
Is the thought of something greater
A notion much better if forgot?
And if so then i ask you
Why must it be so bad?
Or rather
Why drag this out then?
Instead of saying no from the getgo
A pause then a letgo
Would've been all that was needed
But you didn't.
I didn't.
And thus this thing proceeded
To mean so much more to the both of us
Yet I'm the only one crazy enough
To still want it.
Or do you desire it as much as I
Wanting this impossible thing so much
You are willing to let it die...

That SadomasochisticRarelysimplisticScaldinglyacidic Thing

It's that SadomasochisticRarelysimplisticScaldinglyacidic Thing
You do to me
That I feel for you
What we hate cause the more it hurts
The more it stands true
What are we two fools
To tie each other's hands
Beating each other down
Not giving a damn
All the while taking it
As we
Two stubborn ass rocks
Are reduced to sand
Man, you tear me in half
With your dual personalities
And ridiculous eccentricities
Speaking tongues and yelling in dialects
Yes, I can't understand your Spanish
No, I speak quite clearly
I just really don't care if you actually hear me
No, you know I care about you
Yes, I'm purposely being a royal tool
Now stop
Why you gotta go there
Pulling out ancient grudges and faults
Like the pain you've caused you've done naught
I'm still cleaning the venom out of my heart
All the while doing all I can to melt yours apart
It's just that I have to finish what you always start
And we bicker and fight
Then we cool and we tight
And we cry and we scream
That just seems to be the recurring theme of our
SadomasochisticRarelysimplisticScaldinglyacidic Thing....

Yeah....


I know.....


I love you too.

The Torture Chamber

Here I am again.
Sitting on the edge.
Rocking back and forth.
Wanting to break free.
And yet wanting it to trap me.
Drown me.
Kill me.
Do I?
Or is just easier to accept
The smoke and mirrors
I've erected
From the dozens of poisons
I've selected
Slow torture
False ecstasy
Numbed-out orgasms
Who was she?
I don't know,
Just another notch on the pole
Another tarnished trophy
Making me feel anything but whole
I can no longer maintain the status quo
That this society expects me to hold
So I fall into the rabbit hole
Alice's Wasteland
No place for the innocent
But a haven for the damned
Still, as I inhale another white trail
Preparing for another drag-me-down high
A small part of me can't help but wonder
Will I realize it if I die?

Is It Wrong?

Is It wrong?
For me to be drawn to you so strongly
Like a moth to a flame
Mesmerized by the warmth of your mind
The scent of your skin
The sound of your name

Is it wrong?
For me to fantasize
About the space between your thighs
To wonder what it'd be like to hide inside
And have you lying beside
Me?

Is it wrong?
To hope for the impossible
For you live so far away
Yet knowing in my heart
Our time will come
And that everything will be okay?

Is it wrong?

The Resolution

This year....FUCK LOVE!

Two's a crowd
Got enough noise in my head
As of right now
I don't need you in my life
To add to the height of my
Daily stress
So don't step to me saying
I'm just all about sex
Cause no shit!
Commitment
Isn't the name of this game
See
I'm currently too selfish
To be anything but free
Not to say I won't please you
If you're down to please me
But my heart is locked up
And you ain't getting the key
Freeze!
That doesn't mean to say
We can't be best friends w/ benefits
All the way
We can laugh, we can chill
When we aren't in the sack
But that's the extent of our future
It's not much deeper than that
This year I gotta focus on
Success and Self-esteem
The only thing I want you to lift up
Is what's sitting in my jeans
Too blunt for you?
Too bad cause from here on out
Raw and reckless are what I'm about
This is the resolution
And I know it may seem strange
But like Snake and Jackal said
2010's the year of change

Blunt Force, Mama

I just wanna....
Crash into you.
Full rush tackle
Chaotic tumble rumble
Messy confusion
Of hands and feet
And limbs
As I excavate
The secrets of your desires
Testing different approaches
To unlock you
And ignite your fire
Then in spent exhaustion
Collapse with you by my side....

So what do you say?

Human.

I am human.
I love.
I think.
I fear.
I fight.
I laugh.
I cry.
I lust.
I scream.
I hurt.
I fall.
I stand.
I learn.
I remember.
I forget.
Sometimes I am human.

And there is nothing wrong with that.

Honest Words

What if we are born onto this earth
As fractured souls
In order to search for the components
That would make us whole?
Perhaps we are not meant to
Judge ourselves and each other
By the things we exclude
And do not do
But by what we embrace
And choose to include.
Do we each not deserve the chance
To live, to love, to desire
For with all our hearts
The keys that will unlock the hiding place
Of our missing parts
What if the greatest gift our creator gave us
Was imperfection?
The ability to pick and choose who we are
How we think
What we feel
Why do we choose instead to pick away
At cryptic messages and hypotheticals
For a truth that we can call our faith?
We all take sides saying everyone else is wrong
But they too are singing the same song
When all our lives give in to the light
Tell me, which ones will be right?

Writer's Resolve

I cannot say for certain
That I will be a success
I do not know if my decision
Really is the best
I'm not quite sure my talent
Will take me where I want to go
Especially when I'm told it isn't enough
It's all about who you know
Sometimes I feel like I'm on a fool's errand
Choosing to waste my time away
At times I feel I'm just being stubborn
Rebelling against the shit they all say
There are days when my self-esteem
Has the consistency of glass
And though it's partly because I fear the future
I'm also haunted by my past

But then I tell myself to stop.

My greatest talent is my insight
Into what most choose not to see
To shackled minds and doubt-ridden souls
I alone have the key
I can ignite a powderkeg of emotion
With my subtly biting words
And I will continue to create new works
Until my voice is felt and heard
But even then I will only improve
And only when I breathe my last breath
Will I, Jali, the writer
Give in to a quiet death
But I promise you, what I leave behind
Will continue to blaze a trail
That will scream it isn't wrong to be different
And that it isn't a crime to fail