Where to start?It echos in my mindWhere to start?1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
as I try to form the words
I cant say them aloud
For it already hurts
and I don't want to lose you
for you're all I have and more
I realized that I loved you
and my heart fell to the floor
You left for another
You said your love was true
I lay awake in tears that night
For I wish that I had knew
You returned to me again
saying she broke your heart
You've given up on love
and I don't know where to start.
It took me to long, to admit my love.
Now the chance is long gone, and there is no hope to speak of.
Do You See Me Now? Forgive me while I speak to the sky,Do You See Me Now?2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
If any one else would take the time to listen perhaps I'd speak to them instead.
But for now I allow the stars to receive my affection, my gratitude, my problems,
I see people pass me by day by day but no one stops to speak to the man who stands alone.
So, forgive me when I speak to the sky or cry in frustration,
Just continue to pass me by like each day before,
Because one day I'll take my words from the sky to the stage.
I'll pull down the stars and light up the room,
I'll paint a picture portrait speckled with the stars, bright and shining,
I'll leave you speechless in wonderous awe,
Because who ever knew the man who spoke to the sky would be the one to pull down the stars.
Soul Assassins....Soul Assassins....Soul Assassins....1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Retreating abysmally behind these walls
Of inner sanctions most cruel
I consider deeply all the dramas and acts
Poorly crafted and with poison overflowing
Aimed insipidly and repeatedly at my very core
Cast away comments of such insignificance
Offering me the chance of atonement
Whilst all around lick greedily
At the web silk all encompassing
Salivating and honey-dewed in contrivance
I am once again left appalled
Reeling in continuous abandonment
Dreaming in false hopes once more
That such visionless minds nurtured
And with all compassion bereft
Hope may yet be discovered reborn
Cherished freely and shared willingly
Yet with each example of incompetent acumen
And every demonstration of oral incontinence
I am compelled unwillingly deeper
Within the hidden folds of my protective veil
As le dialogue de venin is rehearsed
My own vulnerabilities terrified cower
Cursed and cast in unspoken malice
While practiced pleading prays for the end to fall
As I recall the duties for
CheesyAsiago, PicobelloCheesy3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Grand Levante, Baserri
Baby Swiss, Marbled Cheddar
Danish Feta, Whickam Brie
Ag-ed Gouda, Blue Castello,
Dolcelate, Colby Jack,
Devon Blue, Texas Goat Cheese,
Roasted Garlic, Hickory Smack.
Zimbro, Zwitser, Rupert, Rubi,
Barricato al Pepe,
Parmesan, Fresh Mozzarella
Granbù, Baguette Laonnaise.
Roquefort, Pizy, Don Olivo,
Gracie Grey, Gourmandise,
Provolone del Toledo.
Ficaccio, Velveeta Cheese.
Mark Pearce © 2015
Loving MeIt's not about the pounds on my bodyLoving Me5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
It's not about who does who doesn't like me
It's not about fitting a status quo
But feeling beautiful head to toe
I want to go on a diet
You say don't do it
You think I'm pretty
But it's about me loving me
I appreciate you
I appreciate what you do
But this is my insecurity
This is my idea of beauty
I think I'm ugly
I know I'm unhealthy
It's time to do a 180
It's time to change me
So the next time you see me
I'll be standing confidently
I might be 120 I might be 160
But either way, I'll love me
Maze of NothingnessAnd he awoke...Maze of Nothingness1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
He awoke to the sound of needle spilling into his consciousness
A game board with a puzzle
Endless uncoordinated madness
Is it possible he is awake?
Or is he still dreaming his demands?
I am tired of asking questions.
Like how does the man slowly fade to the bottom of his own ocean?
It is like drowning a fish
As I slowly sink I find nothing but more questions
The mind is a maze
I have walked through every passage
Eyes peeled for more mindless confusion
and if I fumble there will be nothing but another question
Life is an endless battle to reach death
We're just too intoxicated to notice
Bow and pray, because tomorrow is another wonder
As we run through our mazes to find nothing.
Dear Father...Dear Father,Dear Father...11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Thank you for your kindness.
Thank you for your love.
Thank you for teaching me
About the Lord above.
You always are a comfort.
You always know what to say.
You always do impart your wisdom
To us in every way.
You've taught me all I know.
You've helped me win my soul.
You've given me support
When I couldn't make the goal.
So I'll say that I love you.
So I'll say thanks alot.
So I'll give you credit, Dad,
For everything I've got.
In this I can assure you,
I'd be lost for sure
If all I had to guide me
Was myself to be augur.
Sincerely with a capital "S",
Your Son, Michael
Daily Poem #52 - Race DriverFirst gear.Daily Poem #52 - Race Driver4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I let go of the clutch
and an invisible giant's foot
kicks me from behind.
This is what riding a rocket must feel like.
An orchestra comprised of 10,000 horses
comes to live
SCREAMING and ROARING
drowning out even light;
only a tunnel in front of me remains.
The fun part of
the rollercoaster ride begins -
going downwards as much as I'm going
s i d e w a y s
Twisting, turning, going faster -
all at the same time.
Hairpin in sight.
I hit the brakes (hard)
and feel the harness cut into meat
(or is it the other way around? I can't tell.)
4-3-2-1 I go,
'round the bend and -
Pedal to the metal.
in my rear view mirror
and he's getting B I G G E R
(*Objects in the mirror may appear closer than they are.)
I shift into
third for just
- a second -
and down to
Symmetrical spanish phrase (frase simetrica)Dábale arroz a la zorra el abadSymmetrical spanish phrase (frase simetrica)14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
find meKnow where to look,find me8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
you'll know where to find it,
If it takes time, will you still mind it?
A silence speaks louder, over a din,
you'll find my feelings hidden within
the words i don't say are crystal & clear
but no one listens, no one can hear
the subtle difference, in how i feel
is never something, i can reveal
& so the silence will stay the same
frozen forever without a name.
Every bit of meEvery bit of me3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
It got me thinking real deep
And how much I have got into
When I was alone
And when I am with him
I couldnt promise I could be with him
Future is uncertain
But every bit of me is in love
With every bit of him
I hold you close to my heart
To feel and to touch
All the love I can get
And the joy is immeasurable
Spaces in between us
Got us running our minds into all
Into how important our future is
And how to make dreams come true
Chair ThereThere is a chair thereChair There3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
A wooden chair there
Underneath the stair where
The carpet ends
I can sit and think there
Seated in the chair there
On a seat so threadbare
I catch a dream
I sense a hope there
Sitting in that chair there
A path for me where
I am meant to be
I can make a peace there
A grand release there
I can share beliefs there
And make the world care
There is a chair there
A wooden chair there
Underneath the stair where
I change the world
Mark Pearce © 2015
The type of LoveIts the type of loveThe type of Love1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
That burns in your chest
and you cant seem to let it escape your lips,
For fear you will lose him.
Its the type of love you reject at first,
You tell yourself it cant be true
or that you are just close friends
or that maybe, he is just nice.
You tell yourself that you don't know how true love feels.
But oh, you do.
Its the type of love that burns in your soul.
That can make you forget all your troubles the instance you see his smile.
The sharp pain in your chest when he tells you that again,
He has given up on love.
So you don't let those words escape your lips,
because you don't want him to give up on you, too.
UntitledI know you will never mean itUntitled1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
the way I do
all those times I hide it
under sarcasm and jokes.
But its more true than you will ever know
Birds Near Pertle's SpringThe Hairy Woodpecker‘s an industrious birdBirds Near Pertle's Spring3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
And you can spot him on the Chimney Loup, so’s the word.
The Black-Capped Chickadee’s a common friend
Round Culp Park, Lion’s Lake and Picnic Bend.
The Great Horned Owl is only seen rare-ily
Though known to breeding in the vicinity
The Canada Goose is on the lake and in the yard
The entire population needs a valid Green Card.
The Downy Woodpecker pecks a hole in something hollow
With tic-tic-tic, the beetle becomes a swallow
Blue-gray Gnatcatchers come occasionally through
But when they clean out all the gnats they don’t have much more here to do.
A Yellow-bellied Flycatcher will occasionally appear in Spring
When the May apples and Dogwoods show their blooms to everything.
Warblers, you say? What kind of warblers come through?
There are there are Tennessee, and Yellow, Orange-Crowned and Blue-Winged too.
Gray Catbird, Whip-poor-will, Tufted Titmouse and Lincoln’s Sparrow
There’s a lot that you c