Rant's of writer with much to do but much on the mind....

I need to get to work today, I have much to do. But a few things I need to get off my chest.

1. I would love for everyone to make the conscious effort to not be so judgemental to what you do not understand. You are basing your reactions and argument off of your own feelings, experiences--maybe the person you are debating is doing the same. Ask first, try understand, compassion. So many post about the kid marrying the old lady, it wasn't a legal union. They have a tradition. Respect their culture. This is why in some places USA'ans... are not liked. There are many places that pratice things that we ourselves would never do and vice versa. Another thing...this entire Beyonce song argument...my goodness, not a single person talked this much about her doing Dance for You. Let her liveeee for heaven sake. These people that are in the lime light...you do not know personally. Okay? Okay. I get it, she's a role model but she has done some really awesome things to live up to that. Teach your children about the different aspects to a person. Teach them that we all are not perfect, that everyone has a choice on how they express themselves. Teach them not to judge but to make their own decisions about how they themselves live their lives. And yes, I know not all children have people in their lives to do as such...you, YES, you...become a mentor.

2. Why do nice guys finish last? Because they feel because they are nice that it is an obligation for women to fall in love with them. Or to mind read...HOW DO I KNOW YOU LIKE ME IF YOU DO NOT SPEAK THE WORDS...for crying out loud. If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to hear it does it make a sound? My answer...no. The world is made of give and take. Did I write a poem last night? Well...did you read it? No, you didn't...so you really don't know, do you? Nice guys...quit doing things 'nice' just to be considered a nice guy. You wouldn't be complaining if this was who you were in real life and not who you were trying to be to get a girl. Great women have superpowers and can see through bullshit. Now, if this is who you are, then be patient. The one for you will come along. Maybe the one you're crushing on, who friendzoned you is not attracted to you. Get over it. Be patient, continue being honest and live your life. I won't tell you you'll get married and live happily ever after because I cannot see the future. But damn, stop talking about all the women who mess with bad guys, they're not the one you want anyway, they're not the great ones with the superpowers. Trust me, you want the one with the superpowers. ;)

3. If I HEAR ONE MO PERSON talk about how the Aggies will lose tonight, I am going to flip over a desk!!! Run up and down the street screaming Aggie Pride. Rip my button down open to expose my Aggie shirt and fly up into the sky, get on God's megaphone and yell in my Roc voice, "It doesn't matter if we win or lose. WE ARE AGGIE and DO NOT test it!!" I will then descend and have quality time with my fellow Aggies as planned.

4. My birthday is March 27th, I'm an Aries. Act accordingly.

Tis all....

Thank you for reading my rant. It's appreciate.

These Poems

....And you read these poems
to me.

You say, "listen."
Sincere and sexy,
blushing on every line.
You tell me through
beautiful words,
of pretty things.

These poems,
fall from your mouth,
those lips,
they make love to me.
Kisses every sense,
every move and thought.
You're fucking me.
Constantly.
Reading your poems.
Giving me highs.

They're all in love with you,
your poems.
And I,
I am jealous that they can
love you from
so far.
While I,
I have to sit here,
and listen.
And keep my hands
to myself.
It's painful.
Your poems,
that lay on your tongue
where I ought to be.
Making you write poems
about me.

Write me a poem.
Recite it to me.
Naked.
Bare, unmoved,
because I deserve the space
in your memory.

Poems or something like it, I think....

1.
Waking up in Brooklyn,
your heartbeat steadies.
You say,
'the sunrises.'
I don't complain.

Kisses beneath covers.
It's Brooklyn,
I don't notice.

2. 
I fall in love at least
one second
out of
everyday.

3.
Seems
everyone has found
someone.

Seems
I write poems
for my imagination.

Seems
everyone knows
something I don't.

Seems
like it will be this way
for a long time.

4.
Can't you feel it?
Can't you feel it?
Causes havoc
disarray in
smart pockets
close to my heart.
Look.
Its on my face.

Poem #2

Myself.

In spaces for two.

Moments shared with shadows.

Absence of light, 

I am alone.

My thoughts keep me company.
My thoughts keep me company.