C’EST LA VIE

C

All the isht I neva said’s
been set ablaze – inside m’head.
A fiery inferno, of all I dread –
jus’ waitin’ t’be released.

 

 

I’m mentally drummin’
t’my own set – of SJC beats!

 

Read every word
as if my last.

 

Like the alphabet
drizzlin’ through
an hour glass.

 

It’s bound t’happen.
Slow
Not fast.

 

I’m in no RUSH-HOUR,
t’see this lifetime pass.

 

Yet, I feel so TUCKERed out
thinkin’ o’my life’s time – in Mass.

 

I can’t help but t’dwell,
while CHANnelin’ in on
my troublesome past..

 

Where I’ve done
all MY OWN stunts.
You can bet yer ass.

 

I’ve got the scars
t’prove it —
across said ass,
‘n back,
‘n heart – amassed.

 

Ahh damn.
Did it again.
Put ’em all on blast.

 

Most times I speak
b’fore I think.

 

The words are gone
within a blink.

 

Pushin’ boundaries
towards the brink.

 

Of hurtin’ someone’s
feelin’s —
while personally healin’s
the situation in which
I’m currently dealin’.
Alas.

 

As..

 

All the isht I neva said’s
been set ablaze – inside m’head.
A fiery inferno, of all I dread –
jus’ waitin’ t’be released.

 

 

C’est la vie

 

-rome ©2017

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