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Over the Edge

Over the Edge

From the edge, I've found nothing
but an abyss
I've fallen in love
with just one kiss

that proved to be nothing
as I kept falling down
But now I must climb out
of the love that I've found

So why did I love with all of my might?
Why did I dream with all of my night?
Why did you leave me with all of my plight?
Why was I blinded by a love at first sight?

And with the brightest of halos over her head,
the heaven I've dreamt of was my hell instead
And my dreams became nightmares so trapped in my head
'till they escaped to my heart and left it for dead

From the edge I took one step
and that was all that it took
I was blinded by love
but I just had to look

And now I'm climbing forever
like I've always been-
trying to discover what love's all about

Love's the abyss of which with ease to fall in,
but is the hardest thing to ever climb out



I've tasted love
and have wasted love;
so encased in love
I be ๐Ÿ’˜
I've lost the fight
and have tossed at night;
turned and churned until
I'd breathe ๐Ÿ’”
So what of love?
The rut of love;
just a cut above
I be ๐Ÿ–ค
The story bleeds
in all it reads,
but all you need
to see ๐Ÿ’—
is this love's
like every love
that could ever be ๐Ÿ’ž
And all that's strange
and rearranged
is all that's changed in me ๐Ÿ’

My Heart's Incarceration

My Heart's Incarceration

All you've got are garroted scars,
a scab upon your wounded heart
All you've got is who you are -
a false impression torn apart

Condemned you are without a bar
on your cell within a dark
that won't ever let you leave,
but counterfeit is who you are

Final words you've always heard
cut you like a lover's sword
Cut through skins so fragile torn -
All of which you learn to scorn

Confined within a joyous time
but detained within a pain
Clearest skies but in your mind
is where it has to rain

Free from freedom as of yet
Trapped in all the pain you'd get
Escaped from heart
through your mind
before the sun would come unset

Trapped in what you'd never get
Shawshanked your way through all the shit
Freed from freedom as of yet
Soon the sun will have to set

Silhouette the sun
My darkened one
has been the brightest thing I've seen
Silhouette the sun
My darkened one
has been my everything

Manipulate, my fate has been
my dream now once again
Manipulate, what I hate
has never let me in

My dreams I hate, I came too late -
contemplated once again
All my fate manipulates
but never lets me in

Fate is what I contemplate
but behind me once again,
fate controls each move I make -
the way it's always been

I don't know if I hold the strings
or if it's them I am within
All I know is everything
has brought me to an end

So silently on the floor,
the ventriloquist has died
with all his strings knotted violently
right there by his side

Marionetted, he
has faithfully
held on to his heart
But scarred it up,
so silently
he's torn himself apart

The ending to a story
that never had a start
No middle and/or glory
for the broken heart

::That Angel Over There::

::That Angel Over There::

I don't know
where she's thrown
her halo,
but she's thrown it in disgust.
Tears she's known, she'll always know
Not a choice, but cuz she must

She's just tired at 2am,
waiting on the sun to rise
She's just feeling it's unjust
to not have trust, but lies

Found that halo in a corner -
shattered in twelve
All that's left is to count 'em
and to count upon ourselves

Life's amiss
this is bliss, it is until we die
She was pushed
off a cliff
Her only choice was to fly

But I tell you this angel
won't be an angel no more
(Her laugh... a sigh);

while the saddest part -
through all the sadness -
is that
no one'll know why.

still swingin

still swingin'

If I don't fight,
I lose...
and let the world get the best of me.
I just might, but
I must choose
what I'll be for an eternity.

If I don't fight gravity,
gravity's still gonna swing.
And if I don't fight reality,
I'm still gonna have to dream...
with all my might
as alone I lie.

So although it seems
the odds are crumbling,
I'm still gonna fight...
and I'm still gonna try...
to truly live this life of mine
until I die.

Much More Than Me

*Much More Than Me*

Desert me
'fore you hurt me
Rather that
than the other way around

Try to fly high
'fore ya die
don't let the others weigh ya down

/You were meant for/
/much more than me/
/In a sense, my love's/
/What it was that had to drown/

And so your smile's been my sun
That doesn't mean you have to stay
Sky's were meant for night
And we've already had our day

Through miles, you're the one
The only thing that I have found
My eyes weren't meant for sight
And my ears weren't meant for sound

/and you were meant for/
/much more than me/
/In a sense my love's/
/What it was that tied ya down/

/In a sense, my love's/
/What it was that had to drown/



You ripple through me
like I'm the sea
and you're the stone
that’s thrown through me.

You ripple through me
like you're the wind
through windows when
I'm curtain thin.

I'm certain then
this hurt has been
so unpeacefully

Still curtain’s thin -
through all the wind -
we see the sea
now smiling.

Weather's blown a
mile of sin,
still heaven's been undying.
Whether stone or wind,
I smile when
you pierce the skin inside of me.

Perhaps, Never Apart

Perhaps, Never Apart

You are one of the greatest,
most extraordinary people in my life because
Romeo had Juliet and Sonny had Cher
Ozzie had Harriet always there
Hitchcock's silhouette, Green eggs and ham
Scarlet had Rhett - but I give a damn

Bonnie had Clyde until the day they died
Clark had Lois, but I can't seem to fly
Baskin and Robbins
Batman and Robin, but we've got nothing to hide
Amos and Andy, Bugs and Daffy
Jekyll, he always had Hyde

Cleopatra and Mark, Lewis and Clark
Frankenstein's frightening bride
Tom had jerry, they fought but we know
They knew alone they were nothing so deep inside

Those two on the Titanic, who swore to never let go
They'd never let go until the other died
Huckleberry and Jim, he's not a nigger to him
Forrest and Jenny, Barbie and Ken
Peaches and Cream, livin' in sin
J-Lo had Puffy, someone else, then Ben

Kermit had Piggy, and I'm not calling you fat
Laverne had Shirley,
if you're old enough to remember that
Or if you can somehow remember Mindy and Mork
And if you know something about religion,
we're NOT like Muslims and pork

So now I can be Tarzan, and you can be Jane
You can be Pinky, and I can be the Brain
That comet and Haley, Barnum and Bailey
Wayne, Garth, Barney, and Fred
Squarepants and Bob, Calvin and Hobbes
Beavis always had his Butthead

Cheech and Chong, smoking a bong
Siegfried and Roy, so gay with their flair
Adam had Eve, Belle and the Beast
Thelma and Louise holding hands in the air

But they never landed
That's not how they planned it
They'd always be together holding hands in the end
That's how we are
Perhaps never apart
But surely together - always as friends

The couples that didn't make the cut:

Bert and Ernie
Ethel and Fred
Homer and Marge
Joseph and Mary
Ebony and Ivory
Lucy and Ricky
Ren and Stimpy
Veronica and Archie
Albert and Costello
Popeye and Olive
Butch and Sundance
Chip and Dale
Ashton and Demi
Frick and Frack
Romy and Michelle
Hansel and Gretel
Lady and Tramp
Lancelot and Guinevere (with King Arthur jealously watching)
Lilo and Stitch
Kate and Leopold
Milo and Otis
Ben Affleck and Matt Damon
PB & J
Abercrombie and Fitch
Rocky and Bullwinkle
Rum and coke (some relationships are more intoxicating than others)
Starsky and Hutch
Turner and Hooch
Venus and Serena
Yogi and BooBoo
Will and grace
Ying and Yang
The Ying Yang Twins

I'll Try to Try

:: I'll Try to Try ::

I have nothing in this regard,
and it's not hard to see why.
So please don't disregard me,
for a part of me'll die ~
Some things are quite disarming,
still I guess I'll try to try.
And some things are quite beyond me,
yet some wings weren't meant to fly ~
So I'll wear this cape that doesn’t fit me;
I'll bear this weighted sky.
I'll care, though no one gets me,
and I swear I'll try to try ~



Every soul's
got a goal,
and we all get a shot.
Gotta take it... to make it,
though we don't get a lot.

If forever were ever
if forever were bought,
just give me a dime
and some time
(just whatever you've got)...

For every goal's
got a soul,
so whatever I've sought
I've gotta fake it... to make it...
because it's never a lot.

Now I know that I'm not
so heavenly brought,
but please allow me to give
all I've got.

I've got a lot.

My first poem was written on May 15th, 1995. It was about basketball. Every year on that date since, I write another poem about where I am in my basketball life. The original is in some notebook somewhere, and I'll add it to the site one day. Click here to see others.