I aim and aspire to act like an acrobatic Aristotle
Alliteration on full throttle
Navigating a metaphor on a sea so smooth
I might as well be the captain of a ship in a bottle.
Believing bogus benedictions begets backwards bias
I reject Bible-beaters who claim to be pious
But continue to belittle, berate and harbor bitterness
If your god rewards that, I'll have no part of this.
Carefully crafted calligraphy changes the city's consciousness
Crude phrases without meaning lack emphasis and simple phonics
I don't mind demeaning if my cause you're mistreating
Because something as important as community deserves a second reading.
And don't demean our daughters' dreams
Cause doing so is detrimental
Don't think their actions or thoughts have no potential.
Explaining excitement, even emotion, is an easy education
Words flow constantly from our minds like limitless proclamations
These poetic ABCs are more than tongue-twisting declarations
They're literal libations
And this verbal bartender serves them up free to all nations.
I aim and aspire to liberate these frustrations
In verse.
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Touchdown (VIP boot camp exercise)
Touchdown.
The team in the dark-colored jerseys
bump into each other gleefully, in that masculine, angry way
as the ball is picked up by the guys in black and white
and the team in the light-colored jerseys
glumly unstraps their helmets and slinks off to the side.
They've lost this round. But they'll come back.
I watch the dark-colored jerseys load up the football on the
little football-holder thingy, ready to kickoff,
and out of the corner of my eye I see
you, in the dark-colored shirt, load up a bowl in the
little colorful holder thingy, ready to light.
The kick comes, and the light-colored jerseys get the ball,
hustling down the field, until they get taken down,
and then they line up, facing their opponents, hut hut, hike!
And you pass the piece to me, in my light-colored shirt,
and I breathe in, and release
and the ball is intercepted by the dark-colored jerseys
as I pass to the dark-colored shirt next to me,
and you breathe in, too,
and then the dark-colored jerseys feel the power,
and they go for
the Hail Mary
And the ball goes up, and we go up, so high above it all,
up and up, and we think for a second maybe we'll all be
in the sky forever
and we'll never, ever
touch down.
The team in the dark-colored jerseys
bump into each other gleefully, in that masculine, angry way
as the ball is picked up by the guys in black and white
and the team in the light-colored jerseys
glumly unstraps their helmets and slinks off to the side.
They've lost this round. But they'll come back.
I watch the dark-colored jerseys load up the football on the
little football-holder thingy, ready to kickoff,
and out of the corner of my eye I see
you, in the dark-colored shirt, load up a bowl in the
little colorful holder thingy, ready to light.
The kick comes, and the light-colored jerseys get the ball,
hustling down the field, until they get taken down,
and then they line up, facing their opponents, hut hut, hike!
And you pass the piece to me, in my light-colored shirt,
and I breathe in, and release
and the ball is intercepted by the dark-colored jerseys
as I pass to the dark-colored shirt next to me,
and you breathe in, too,
and then the dark-colored jerseys feel the power,
and they go for
the Hail Mary
And the ball goes up, and we go up, so high above it all,
up and up, and we think for a second maybe we'll all be
in the sky forever
and we'll never, ever
touch down.
Radicals (VIP boot camp exercise)
The first woman who ever said an unkind word to a man
was a radical.
The first woman to take the job of a man
was a radical.
The first woman to wear pants instead of a skirt or a dress
was a radical.
The first woman who thought she could be the best
was a radical.
The first woman who wrote, the ones who wanted to vote
The ones who, without remorse, sowed their wild oats
were radicals.
The first to not take a sabbatical
The first to dialog bilateral
The first to be named infallible
The first to go into sports, to serve on the courts
"Radical" is no longer a retort
It is a mission of progressive persistence
Those interested in the status quo need not apply
Only those insistent on not only toeing the line
But crossing over
Being radical is like playing "Red Rover"
And knowing if you, and you alone, can't break through the chain
Then you become a part of it.
Radicals didn't invent the dream
But they were the ones who started it.
was a radical.
The first woman to take the job of a man
was a radical.
The first woman to wear pants instead of a skirt or a dress
was a radical.
The first woman who thought she could be the best
was a radical.
The first woman who wrote, the ones who wanted to vote
The ones who, without remorse, sowed their wild oats
were radicals.
The first to not take a sabbatical
The first to dialog bilateral
The first to be named infallible
The first to go into sports, to serve on the courts
"Radical" is no longer a retort
It is a mission of progressive persistence
Those interested in the status quo need not apply
Only those insistent on not only toeing the line
But crossing over
Being radical is like playing "Red Rover"
And knowing if you, and you alone, can't break through the chain
Then you become a part of it.
Radicals didn't invent the dream
But they were the ones who started it.
Emotional crime (VIP boot camp exercise)
It was late, I was tired, and we both were perspired
So I felt inspired to take what conspired
And re-imagine it as a higher emotion
I said, "I love you." Wondering if I'm a liar
Or a petty thief hired to take hearts, break hearts
Fake something that started out on fire and slow-burned on desire
And suddenly catapult it without warning
Fake love is only fake in the morning.
So I felt inspired to take what conspired
And re-imagine it as a higher emotion
I said, "I love you." Wondering if I'm a liar
Or a petty thief hired to take hearts, break hearts
Fake something that started out on fire and slow-burned on desire
And suddenly catapult it without warning
Fake love is only fake in the morning.
News from a different point of view (VIP boot camp exercise)
They didn't name her, and that's how I knew.
Her brand-new 2-door was pale blue
Just like the car in the picture
Only this one was crumpled, flipped over in the ditch
Well, ain't that a bitch,
The news always waits to name the deceased
Until all the family members have been reached
But nobody's called me.
So I gotta read
About a girl, just like you, crashing her car, just your blue
Who she is no one knew.
But I know cause I called you
Went to voicemail
Wanted answers to no avail
And the newspaper only gave me just enough
To have me thinking this day was about to get tough.
Her brand-new 2-door was pale blue
Just like the car in the picture
Only this one was crumpled, flipped over in the ditch
Well, ain't that a bitch,
The news always waits to name the deceased
Until all the family members have been reached
But nobody's called me.
So I gotta read
About a girl, just like you, crashing her car, just your blue
Who she is no one knew.
But I know cause I called you
Went to voicemail
Wanted answers to no avail
And the newspaper only gave me just enough
To have me thinking this day was about to get tough.
Sounds Erotic! (VIP boot camp exercise)
Soft. He brushes up against me.
He wants it, I can tell.
His green eyes lock my brown ones, pleading.
If I don't answer him right away he continues to rub,
slowly circling me, softer, slower.
Finally, I feel myself beginning to cave,
finding him less of a bothersome nuisance
and more of a loving, caring nuisance,
and I start to want it too.
I bend over, and he comes near,
and my fingers lock in his hairy back
and I pet the cat just the way he likes it.
He wants it, I can tell.
His green eyes lock my brown ones, pleading.
If I don't answer him right away he continues to rub,
slowly circling me, softer, slower.
Finally, I feel myself beginning to cave,
finding him less of a bothersome nuisance
and more of a loving, caring nuisance,
and I start to want it too.
I bend over, and he comes near,
and my fingers lock in his hairy back
and I pet the cat just the way he likes it.
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