Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Just 7 questions?

What am I doing?
There's rap shit in my ears.
Darn Black on my lips.
Cuppa with two extra shots; just to my liking.

Why am I writing?
Just to kill the pain.
Maybe to focus, something I need to regain.
Krav Maga that's the way I am fighting.

What am I really?
Looks like I am am just a show-off.
Flaunting my car, my moves, my laugh.
Don't remember when I last showed humility.

What do I need?
Everything!!! Really that is never an option.
The right answer; a long vacation.
Away from the negativity, from all my greed.

Why can't I sleep?
Now that's a real problem to address.
No more dreams, wow what a mess.
Faces from the past and present look in for a peep.

Why am I angry?
I got no big time issues.
Frustration, jealousy, sadness; don't need any tissues.
Mostly because I am always hungry.

Why am I stopping now?
A poem a day keeps my doctor away.
Any more will call for a shrink I can't afford to pay.
That's all I have for now; gotta go grab some chow.

Monday, April 13, 2015


There is a fire inside,
I fan it more.
I can't put it out I tried,
Used every last bit of energy left in store.
Leaves my brain feeling so fried,
Every muscle aching and sore.
Told everyone it's ok but I lied,
My moral fiber, it tore.
Joking with friends seeing the funny side,
But every moment feels like forever more.
Trying to run but I can't seem to hide,
The fire has it's way; I am no more.

Thursday, April 02, 2015


Where is your freaking concentration?

What is wrong with you?

Why can't you let go?

Why is this goin south?

Why don't you get a life?

Why don't  you aim for something realistic?

Why are you so lost?

Where are you headed?