Naming My Voices

I'm surprised I didn't recognize you before.
You never made yourself available as an enemy.

You're not an enemy.

You are an ally, in fact.
You can help me.

Prepare to be my muse.
You nimrod.

I never saw someone ready to be pummeled before.
It's silly, kinda.
Almost humorous.

I wonder who else you conned into making you a muse of art.
How they dealt with it.
Maybe I don't need to know.

The game ends with me.

Still, it continues.

I almost welcome you to torment me more.
It stays between us.
You never share my secrets.
In face, you taunt people who desire to ...master me, if you will.

Without you, I am in pain.
With you, I reign.

Welcome to MY side of the story.

I know my voices.
The voices that plague my head.

And I met them through you.

Though I've always known you.

You're everywhere.
The rebel of the pack.

I can go on...

Clubs

Bottles of D'usse and Ace of Spades, everywhere.

I'm good with my personal bottle of Jack.

Chaser? Coke.

The bittersweet time I'm having.

Alone, with many.

I read Tarot.

My deck is 78.

Still, I'm The Ace of Clubs.

Why is The All Seeing Eye at the club?

To feel you.

What are you dancing to?

What makes you sing along?

It's not for me.

It's for you!

Positive

 Pause, but I'm breaking in half.

I'm trying to give you the best of me,

But it's not enough.

I can't prove to the ignorant that I'm innocent.

I can't be Satan around you.

What you think I should be isn't me at all.

And if it was so easy, YOU dooit.

I thought not.

I make living look easy.

TOO easy .

Curse words

Fuck!

So mote it be.

This shit is Fucking exhausting!

So mote it be.

I have officially put a curse on my work ethic.

I have officially put a spell on the outcome.

Won't you hear me!

Won't you ... just try?

It takes effort to not sound perfect.

You can be taught skill.

You are born with talent.

Come!

Let's get born again!

Maybe this time,

I'll envy you!

So mote it be...

Lady Venus

I FOUND YOU!
I ...

wait...

...did I create you?

You are my magic spell.
Rather, the beautiful curse, placed on humanity.

Set to let the toes of the everyday woman, go.

Everyday woman, go!
You are free to fall in love with the scent of your own womanhood.

Hoo-haa!, to quote Al Pacino.

I am blind to the sight of your behavior.
Whether good, bad, or alien.

I tapped into The Devil for you, Lady Venus.
I know what you want.
Clear the air for the voluptuous fog.

The ladies have taken over.

At the same time, they've been ejected from the game.

The more women there are in the world, the better off alone I am.

I'll let you rock the world, ladies.

Here I am, with a beer and a God-given homophobic vocabulary.

Lady Venus, the world is yours!

Shock Value

What would happen if Eminem was really white?
Would the shock hurt you as much?

What if Redman denied his blackness.
Would the shock of such un-nod your head?

I tried to shock you.
Galactical, universal, esoteric knowledge about oneself and the corresponding aliens you belong to.

I warned them to leave your body.

Before I harmed you.

I wanted to hurt you.

I wanted to feel you hurt.

I wanted to mislead you.

I wanted to punish you.

You are my fear.

The loss of your love was the confirmation from The Grim Reaper.

I KNEW I COULD DO IT!!!
I didn't believe in you.

You believed in me regardless.

I can't thank you enough.

Does it seem that I talk about myself a lot?

Wouldn't it be funny if I was the correct topic of conversation?

Would that shock you?

Belonging.

 I chose.
To be.

Sue me.

Now.

To belong.

To be long.

pause.

To belong to a being, longing to be.

Love has rendered me stupid.
Ruthless.

Motionless.

Emotionless.

I long for you.
I long for you to belong to me.
I long to belong to you.

It's been a long time.

I shouldn't have left you.