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*Underneath*

You know, it ain’t easy standing here naked,
So please find something good to say…
I know you didn’t want to see people naked,
but please find something good to say.
This wacky act of liberation
is really
Courageous Underneath…
I know, right now the last word
that comes to your mind is
“underneath.”
Though I know I’m showing too much,
Would it kill you to give a compliment?
My being crazy enough to be nude
shouldn’t discredit an honest compliment.
My body is really quite nice –
I often work out…
Look at my chest, pecs and biceps…
Can’t you tell that I work out?
My abs are pretty tight,
And I know my package is good…
It is, though, isn’t it?
Please tell me my package is good.
If it’s not, go back to my biceps,
My chest, or my abs.
Which one do you like most?
My biceps, my chest, or my abs?
No, don’t call me those names –
That should not discredit my body…
Ok, fine, you can call me names,
Just as long as you credit my body.
Just Please give me a compliment!
Any compliment will do!
Those like me are standing here naked,
Hell, it’s the least that you can do.

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*Blessed*

Lucky Ones
find a Dime on the Street,
and take it home
Without Pay.
They find great fame
in a well of
Empty Talent.
They are born into homes
of Privilege –
With Bills Paid
and Dreams Paved.
They fall into jobs of Nepotism,
While others fall further into Debt.
They welcome going out in
A Blaze of Glory,
but continue to evade death’s bed…
They can ride life’s wheel of fortune,
And never see black or red.

While they are drowning at the turn,
they are saved by a fleeting river.

Their skill is often at the bottom of the pile,
but they land at the top of the deck,
They play the numbers just like the rest,
yet only they hold the giant check.

To be fortunate is to be this lucky,
It’s an envy that most possess…
But to flop on you
&
Win your love –
Is to be truly Blessed.

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*Stranger of Tomorrow*

this Thought you own
You really Borrow:
Never
Trust the Stranger
of Tomorrow.

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*The Losing Battle*

When he showed me the mirror,
I saw he did a masterful job.
But as I left the shop,
I couldn’t help wondering:
How many times
The clinic could resuscitate me.
When I returned to my room,
I found myself staring at
My own Reflection.
What I saw staring back at me
was an outright defiance of time.
I could see Da Kid holding on to the
Branch of Youth,
In spite of the winds of change.
In fact it was hard to fathom this display
of Resilience
Withering into a hoary stage.

But just as sure as I grew since birth,
And hair grew from my family jewels,
This image was to be as temporary
As my years in nursery school.

I saw heart, vibrancy and determination
To win this external struggle…
So at the end of this hanging stare,
I felt a heavy sadness:

For you may have won this fight,
Dear Friend,
But you’re in a Losing Battle.

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*Flip the Switch*

When I walked into your illuminating room,
My eyes correlated the Brightness.
It may have been this two-fold Ray,
That caused me to be so blind.
Rendered Dim,
I was unable to
look any further.
The room remained blissful
Still – –
The only charge was
Ignorance.
When I dared walk
to the broader side,
I knew I might gain
Some Insight.
Though I was reluctant to see the light,
this was the only way
to shed some on You.
I decided to become your company,
even if risking
overstaying my welcome.

The room is undeniably bright,
for my eyes can only be so wrong,
But as your ray shined
down on others,
I found myself
In the Shade.

This light once as beaming
As the Heavens – –
Now flickers like a
Domestic Watt,
After being upon
The cold, cold Shade,
I could now clearly see:
This room – while
Open for Others,
Was Closed Off to Me.

She may have set
The Conditions —
but I would leave on
My Own Terms:
I may not be the
Brightest Bulb,
but I too can shade
My Pitch…
Before I left the room,
I was sure to
Flip the Switch.

From Art of Mind II: All In

*Colors*

Didn’t realize it took the same Ethnicity
To Have Some Fun,
I’ll Embrace
Any Color
That
Does Not Run.

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