The Useless Automaton

My function is to talk
Whether in rhyme or not I share my mind
I’ve been programmed to talk
The quotes I’ve spoke are all mine
And that is all I am
I possess no other function
No scientific notions, no athletic motion
No aptitude for the ocean
I can’t even punch in
My programming lacks the clock in function
My thoughts are often bunched in with what appears to be intelligence
But that’s just negligence on the part of my programmers
I’ve banged most of that out with hammers
I’ve attempted to adapt but failed to find an apt application of my aptitude
Maybe it’s my attitude
I thought of changing my longitude and latitude but saying it out loud sounds like an empty platitude
I’ve tried servitude and showed gratitude to any that would guide me
But they’d just jive me and I’d hide me so they’d like me

You see my function is to talk
But not from force
Of course freedom creates the strongest horse but what am I
Worthless if I can’t define and live by what I was designed for
So I try more and they ignore
Because why should they care what I’m here for

When my function is to talk and they don’t care what I say
No matter what way you view it I’m stupid
A wasted effort of my creators a danger to those who see me fail
They’ll see me as a cautionary tale
They’ll make no more like me they’ll likely blithely dispose of me
But I guess they do so justly

See all I can do is talk
And not even on command
It takes time to comprehend the world around me
It confounds me but I see a beauty and it astounds me
I try to intertwine this entrancing elegance in my eloquence
But their avarice for numbness is in abundance

And so I talk
Quietly into the silence to give sight to the blinded
Or thoughts to the absent minded
Or jump start a heart that’s grinded to a halt
At least that’s my intention
But I’m a worthless invention
And I guess that’s all my fault
For those who can’t adapt die
And now that time is mine

Another Night

​I just want a minor reprieve.

From these demons in my ear and the things that they believe.

I just want to sleep in peace without the weight of negativity suffocating me. 

I don’t want this to be my reality anymore. 

These a.m. hours leave a sour taste stain on my brain that I abhor.

The candles escape simply by burning out. 

But I’m not allowed that escape route.

I don’t want to sit here with you misery.

We shouldn’t be so completely and yet we are eternally. 

Another night escapes you, but i cannot.

Silently accepting my lot in life as you slowly take from me all that I got. 

Reverse Reality

​As he walked through his reality,  all he saw was greatness.

Models to his left, photographers to his right, rappers to the center.

There were smiles and drinks for all so how could he hate this? 

He had memories of another time, a better time, that would not allow him to accept this reality ever. 

So he escaped.  While everyone else “lived” now,  he put on his goggles and “lived” then. 

He had conversations in person again. His problems were private and his knowledge was true. 

Liars were confronted and anonymity was only for luchadors as it had once been. 

This virtual reality was overwhelming.  There was too much right here, too much wrong there,  and he immediately knew what to do.

And so he stayed. Never sought after by anyone in reality.

Until his physical body began to decay and his health faded away. 

Everyone was where they wanted to be.

What a beautiful way to die outside of the fray.

Contaminated Conscious

​Another episode of Love & Hip Hop before texting her ex

A molly before heading to the club next

Trap beats and rhythms move her body but her soul is paralyzed  

She’s yet to realize the extent to which she’s been dehumanized 

The saddest eyes only attract guys who will never do her right

But at this height she can’t see right and just wants his game to be tight

She doesn’t know how real shit is

The haze of strange personifications has her in a daze as to who she is

Wise minds pray it’s just a phase but she’s unfazed cause she’s a boss bitch, it’s so sick 

She requires mental ventilation after the inhalation of such pollution

But her mental incarnation is a life sentence due to street infatuation

Perspective’s Answer

​Special you are not sir

Unique is a moniker not reserved for you

I agree to a depressing degree unfortunately

Cause the sweat on my brow, my heaving chest, and tired legs from chasing wasting  time of mine disguised as a grind are evidence of mistakes of mine

I thought myself divine

Disappointment, disinterest, and depression taught me better as they do to mere mortals

Eventually, I had to see the answer. 

The Other Side

​She was glad he was gone.

He was nothing but a source of false hopes and broken dreams

She looked in the mirror for the first time in 10 years and loved what she saw.

She was free to pursue her dreams by any means.

She donned her dress.  The one she never thought she’d have reason to wear.

With him she never would have.  She took to the streets with no fear as if she always belonged there.

Ceremony complete,  they were now one and the man who tried to save her from herself is forced to live with the reality.