Bizarro: The Window to my Sanity

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I’m selfish, helpless but not helpless as in I’m helpless but helpless as in I’ll help less

But not like the less fortunate but more like the less morbidded who forfeited

‘Cause as the old sane goes, there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbows

So in my stained clothes, I’ll walk the trail of old staples till I’m lost & hateful

Hate full of shit & amiss amidst the mist, the myth? Don’t exist like world peace

A wish to hold peace, enlist to hold piece when it’s found in a cold leaf

Apathetic but not like I’m emotionally apathetic

But more like I’m a pathetic ‘cause I’m last to get it, passed aggressive

But it’s not like I’m passed aggression but more like I’m passive aggressive

Masking the pensive as the masses condenses & asks the questions of who has the blessings?

See, I’m selfish but not like I’m self less but more like one day I’ll know what self is

The investments of lessons, the best fit is always government tested

Damn, I think I need help! But it’s okay see I got the recipe for all the sorrow

My shadow gets the best of me the rest of me is for a brighter tomorrow

An offering to the sun as I slow dance with a lit wick bomb but its official

See I never could dance, unless I was brought a couple of issues

Insomniac, listening to his kitchen sink tell his faucet “I’ll tap that” & you know what?

I’ll tap that with a bad back over a laugh track see I ain’t above or passed that!

Reaping what these hands sow, someone tell these seedlings that this landlord is an ***hole!

Needing his sample & fleeing from his damned soul but knot from the lasso!

Someone call Wonder Woman ‘cause I’m more than strange in a morbid way

And its sorta lame living life for my Lois Lane but you’ll get no complaints

‘Cause everyone needs a villain in their story, please allow me to be yours

What’s Sherlock without Moriarty, Superman without Lex? I think I’m on the right course

And of course, having my heart beat me up so I use my muscle tissue to wipe my eyes

On those nights I cry but Christ, I try, tell Christ I try! To Heaven’s heights I fly

With the intent of giving them the failed tunes of Hell’s blues watching as the trail loops

Building my castle out of Lego while telling my folks how I’ll fly their coop

Killing my notebook, watch me leave the scene of the crime with ink stained hands

I think I saved man see I brought em back from the brink of my maimed bed, maimed pen

‘Cause I’m not a bad person; I’m just a nice guy who finds himself in bad situations

Ditching patience till I sift through faces to find the right one to give my graces

Kiss the pavement! And chew some gravel, the graffiti on the wall read “I Love You”

But the love songs sound sweeter in the sunshine & I know enough to

Enough to grab a sweater & the recipe for a brighter tomorrow

See it’s simple, simply act like Superman till they call me Bizarro

For getting this far I feel you deserve some sort of reward. Sadly, I'm not able to compensate every person who reads this. So here's what I'll do, I shall reveal what the blurb before the poem says and hope we're even:  This is me, all of me, and nothing but me. If you read this than congratulations, you can read backwards. In Bizarro World, we do everything the opposite way, beautiful is ugly and left is right. Enjoy...

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We Are Humans 2

I finally got to perform this piece at Ridgemont for their Diversity assembly and I had a good time. Much love to Qassim, Asha, and Synonymous!

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Five Reasons Why I'm Still Single

Hahaha this ones a throw back, I wrote this poem back in Grade 12 and thought I was the greatest writer on the face of the Earth. I also thought this poem was very tongue in cheek, wow how time flies. Ps I regret nothing! P.s.s click an ad or two, dude needs to eat! Enjoy!

Reason 5- I'm intelligent, girls want a brother who's brainless

And shameless, I know a few guys but they're gonna stay nameless

Nobodies who like to act, dress, and claim their famous

So whose it gonna be? Me or him? Him? What? Well ok miss

Reason 4- I'm peaceful and humble girls want a so called thug

Who loves to spark fights like plugs and at everyone they mean mug

Who claim they got gats and if anyone's blastin' they'll bust back

Claim they got cars at school but sit next to me on the bus back

Reason 3- I'm not material, I don’t rock ice like rinks

Or rock that mink I don't smoke cigarettes, do drugs or drink

I don't need to rely on brand name clothing just to look nice

My figures aren’t 6 like faces of dice; I'm broke to be precise

Reason 2- would be because of my hair, countless girls it scares

Its like, I should wear a sign on my neck reading "GIRLS BEWARE"

Examples of girls it's scared; Lenience, Fatima, and Shauna

It even scared older women for example your momma!

And the number one reason why is, in my heritage I take pride

Even though brothers like think I'm washed out like a rip tide

My ancestors and stress, I pack up on my back like Pringles

So there you have it folks, the five reasons why I'm still single

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High Fidelity

Been questioning my love life lately so after watching High Fidelity (which this poem is loosely based on), I decided to write this, hence the title. I haven't done poetry in a while so it felt good getting back into it. After feeling miserable for a good chunk of the day, I felt like a weight has been lifted. The power of writing.

I’ve got a lot on my mind with nothing to say, nothing to say with a lot on my mind

Lost & I find that my thoughts enter lines with the cost of sinner’s lives

Hearing shots as thunder cries taking cover under lies in a heart that’s undersized

Lost in my mind as the thoughts go inside as they coincide with the ghost who will hide

Who’ll hide in the deepest recesses of my mind’s corridor where the chorus roars

The soundtrack of an open sore where the cold is warm & of course it pours

Damn, I think I’m scarin’ me, man I need some therapy apparently

My pair of knees buckles ‘cause I’m a parody of what a parrot sees

Before it speaks ‘cause Polly wanna cracker for every one of his bad choices

And finally, when my therapist asks me if I hear any vast voices?

I’ll say “Yes, I hear two, ones my conscience telling me how big of an ***hole I am

The other is God but we haven’t spoken ever since he blocked me on his IM”

And so I see the world through rainy glasses as your knight in shining armor

Till I rust & I’m finding ardor has been crying harder in a violet harbor

Letting violence harm her, wondering why she couldn’t possibly love me

So I surround myself with pretty monsters ‘cause monsters don’t have to be ugly

I’m out of breath tired of being your running joke so lately my art has been hollow & dark

Walking to the heart beat of my own drum, so every step I take I’m following my heart

But when in Rome, build it in a day in a state of winter aches as you feel the breaks

Of your heart that can never be mended by your inner saints and it stains

It stains your hands & that’s why I choose hide my insecurity behind my wit

Were I find my gifts lie in between my pines & miffs & kindness gets

The backseat in a car that’s carting the scars that’s scarring carved in gardens

And every tree in a forest where we’re forced to watch as they marred our martyrs

But if she’s happy then who am I to come in between that actually?

But the Greek word “agon” means to compete which is why I’m in agony

‘Cause she chose him over me & I guess it’s over see, blaming God ‘cause he oversees

Feeling my heart sink like an illegal immigrant forced back over seas

And I’ll finally secretly admit to myself that what was will never be

Pain’s famous recipe ‘cause what has become, is nothing but a memory

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Impostor Possums

I wrote this to write this so here's a poem about issues

The sound of raindrops falling, bouncing up and down on a concrete pavement

Funny how that action encapsulates life, complex yet basic how our days spent

Yet here we stand, you and I, lost in the truth we hide and the proof provides

Itself in the youth’s two eyes and how it stupefies, lost in the truth we lie

How I’m searching for your human interaction assuming we’re in a passion

We’re just two students on a path and I’m foolish to think I’m passin’

To think I’d make the grade but it seems it’s hopeless, writing notes till I’m noteless

So, on my dreams I’ll focus of my queen of oceans and how her sea is open

But on a throne of coal, I’ll grow unsteady, so I sold my soul to show I’m ready

Holding snow till it’s cold and heavy, till I’m thrown alone like old confetti

Meaning I’m bright but in pieces still it don’t matter when you’ve served your purpose

You don’t know how alone you left me to take part in this serpent circus

On a certain surface, holding snow till I get frost bite but that day frost bit

Off more than he could chew so he was forced to swallow his pride till he lost it

He lost it in a mosh pit somewhere in Boston amongst the impostor possums

What it cost him, caution, in a costume accosted where his coffin’s droppin’

On a frozen road, I’m cold and petty knowing I’ve taken the farthest dive

Yet in my mind, in the stars we lie but let’s strike a match for every scar we hide

Instead, I’ll strike a match and burn our photographs and watch as they go to ash

But avoidance has such a morbid grasp, in the game of love, I forfeit fast

However, taking the softest path, isn’t quite my way please believe it

That’s why I’m defeated feedin’ the heated heathens easily eatin’ the seeds of Eden

And so I’m lovin’ livin’, livin’ livid as a poet who’s selfish

Cuz I can’t fight your wars till I’m done with mine but at least I’ll know what self is

When I’m on my deathbed lying hopeless but here’s some wishful thinking

I may be in Hell now but I’ll make it to Heaven, call it a blissful inkling

But this, this poem is dedicated to that fateful game of chess

And as much as I love Pac, we ain’t the same, cuz I for one, am scared of death

So when I pass have my grave stone engraved so, “This poor bastard was afraid to rot

But his biggest fear was living without you and that by far is the scariest thought”

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We Are Humans

This is a poem I have written to perform at Ridgemont High School's diversity day on the 22nd. In all honesty, I tend to veer from social/political themed poems because I feel that enough poets have got that market cornered. However, that doesn't mean I won't take myself out my own element every once in a while and I feel like it was for a good cause. Also, in all honesty I'm happy how it turned out, which is always nice.

Black, white, yellow, brown, we are human beings populating the same space

And even if we don’t share the same pigments, it seems we share the same race

So say grace & tie that laid lace & run with the humans till your legs ache

Let’s wait, till the day comes when our legs are gone, left & gone & our lexicon

Excludes the word “race” but words have no meaning till we insert the feelings

Kinda like a magician who’ll only show you what he’s really revealing

Meaning our meetings should be based on ethics & merit & not skin

See only God can judge & we may think we are but we’re really not him

So let’s erase the hurt & racial slurs & face the curs that’ll place those words

On buses & walls, leave them puzzled in awe & if it doesn’t appall then we’ll run with the herds

Of Muslims, Judaists, Christians, Buddhists, all of which trying to read in between the lines

But I for one refuse to colour in the lines but I’ll try to read the signs

As they’re redesigned and redefined, defeated I try to free my mind

From the greed inside as I leave my pride & grieve & hide from freedom’s cries

I’m free to try but its funny how we divide, if it’s not race its beliefs

If it’s not that it’s gender or sexual preference the story of our defeat

We won’t even get a hardcover; I mean have you seen North American news?

A mockery of media created to instill our arrogant views

But I’m just an Ottawa Citizen who doesn’t need the Sun, trying to live another Twenty-Four

Who really doesn’t need a Metro to get him to places never been before

And the human race gene pool has went from a koi pond to a shark tank

I jumped in to swim but my heart sank trying to make a withdrawal from a blood bank

To remind you we all make great gifts, it don’t matter how we’re Christmas wrapped

Our distant past may be full of strife but let’s change and make the non-believers witness that

Witness facts, that the category of race is purely a social construct

To constrict, chained in the pool but let’s escape like Houdini, rather than test our luck

So whether you’re gay, straight, black, white or even an alien, I say to you live to love

And love to live minus the fist to cuffs and trust to give the gifts to us

I miss the love, amidst the lust enlist the just to move forward but see here

Whether black, white, yellow, or brown it don’t matter cuz now I can only see clear  

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