"Shit & Rainbows"Whenever you discuss musicians,
It’s always: “I liked their earlier work”; And with superstar actors It’s always: “He used to be good, now he’s a jerk” Well as a poet I refuse to let time steal my creativity Like the fake plumber who scammed his way to the Mona Lisa, See tha, Transgression I endured for years Was, Well, Interesting... And even if I’m boring now, Getting fatter, slower, older now Hair line receding like Dracula slicked back now, Even if I sound like a droning miserable adult at a day job now I’ll always be a storyteller Wordsmithing ninja, Longhanded Tongue thrasher, Proverbially pinch ya, Singe ya With vocab, A smoke stack of throw backs Who knows that There are several languages to convey through poetry, But none as universal as truth. So even if I’m not pushing plungers For a rush today, Even if the cushions that I’m under Are more plush today, Encompassed by less wall decay, I’m happy to say, I don’t need the dirt, grime and crime To convey a compelling message, The blood, crying and slime From the C-section was just as descriptive. So I’ll tell you about the magic moments, The birth of a child, Recognizing the worth of that first smile, Two months in when I was beguiled With that belly laugh, That deep rolling giggle that you can’t possibly be unhappy around, It was the actual Pure Real Sound, Of what happy is, I mean, If true joy Was to take on its human form, It would be a baby… But a laughing baby of course, See That's the rainbow... Certainly not a puking pooping, Eyes goopy and drooping, Leaking screaming, Snotty nose dripping sneezing, Mystical creature coughing and crying, Where you’re like “HOLY SHIT STOP FUCKING WHINING”... No no no no no – just a laughing baby, That uncontrollable hysteria when you hit the spot on their side, I just can’t get enough of that spot right there, That spot is the rainbow. You see Back in my day It used to take Two hundred dollars worth of heroin To coax my face to even move. Now it doesn’t hurt so much to smile, In fact when I don’t, It’s a disgrace. Because once upon a time, Enlightenment illuminated the blue blood Burrowing through broken veins, Picked up, Polished, And mended prominent pains, Replaced hurt, With peaceful strains Of curiosity, bewilderment, And humility. A fascinating rainbow of emotions, Once untouchable And now there are sights and sounds That cause a pause Everywhere, There are moments Of clarity, Moments where the disparity Between shit And rainbows, Hits me like a bat. Shit, Being the days of raves, Where early evening bass beats Pushed passed dawn, Leaving clubs with eyes buggin’, Church bells chiming a dozen, Half chewed face from ecstasy, Loving some stranger standing next to me, The perplexity Of that moment, Of shit, Leaves me breathlessly... Lucky, I guess There's no more shit in my spectrum, There's reservoirs of metaphors But I no longer dwell On my near farewell. So now I coin what once was shit, As "less than stellar", It's always something I can cope with, It's within my rainbow whether Agreeable or detestable Because I'm no longer a sick, hypnotized, walking vegetable There's no more shit in my spectrum Just rainbows to tiptoe toward 
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A spoken word piece about how life can run the gamut from horrid to happy. I've sunk to the lowest of lows and lead a life that is virtually unrecognizable today by those who know me from the outside. But I've also cleaned up, adapted and learned to love and appreciate things differently
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