The No Name Poet

I am but a mere poet, wielding our greatest gifts as humans: words.

The World in Full Vision

Think about the world before man touched it
Think about the beauty that you could get lost in
But then came man and built skyscrapers to sit in
But we can’t appreciate that, we’re late to our meeting
But think about the machines and the systems we built
Never stopping to think “should this cause any guilt?”
Or never stopping to admire what we’ve made
Seriously go peruse a city, take time from your day
The city is beautiful but think about the work
The weak, the poor, desperate, that’s who we extort
These works we destroy in war
War? What the hell for?
Bombing the homes of humans just like us
“You’ve been enslaved, now get on this bus”
You spent billions to build it, then millions to destroy
These buildings affect lives, they aren’t just your toys
But somehow nature’s beauty is lost in the chaos
People think only one can win, that is their loss
Each has their own unique charm
While each to the other poses great harm
A war amongst cultures and amongst people
Causes people to turn for relief to a steeple
This is sheer madness, this you must know
Yes isn’t always the answer, learn to say no
Probably not so our death won’t take long
As I sit here writing poetry and songs
Longing for a day where all humans can all get along
And Martin Luther King will happily say “I was not wrong”

The Rules

Sit down and raise your hand
No. You are not allowed to stand
Not until the class ends
No, rules aren’t something we can bend
Why? Because rules are rules
Questioning them makes you a fool
Order makes all things to smoother
See, look how nice this new girl
Is the epitome of obedience
You can see how she wants to dance
But she sits and does her paper
That’s how you can tell a thinker
From a lazy no good slacker
Intelligence is all about the right letter
“But what if I want more?”
Now be careful you fool
Thinking is only good when it’s the thinking we
Tell you is what is correct for you to see
This censorship is for your protection
Keep bad things from your young perception
“This is brainwashing you whore
Have you never read 1984
That’s where obedience and structure send you
Far far away from freedom
Where truth is so twisted that no one knows
Call me I’m threat I’m channeling Frost
Taking paths trodden by no one else
You say do, I ask why
You have no reason so I don’t oblige
For example, why should poems rhyme?
You don’t know, come on at least give it a try
No? Then keep discussing structure, ignoring what’s inside”
There’s only one message!
“Bullshit that’s a lie. There’s only one message
You want us to hear. Education is about tests not knowledge
Memorize and recite is no way for lasting intellect
Question the norms and what you’re told
Or else you’re someone asking to be controlled.”

How is This?

I wish I understood why I never got over you
It’s been years since I saw you in minutes few
Yet every time I find a girl that could be with me
Being with you reappears in my dreams
How can one girl have put me under such a spell
After all these years I can still remember how you smell
But we are in different majors, different states
Different colleges how could we ever make
This work? See now that’s when it starts to hurt
Because it makes me happy to Skype you after work
But I know that getting to see you will never happen
Jesus Christ, could you please explain this connection between I and Sam
Is this some twisted test that’s all part of your plan?
Because quite honesty I would love to just hold her hand
One more time, but airplanes are so expensive
To get you back, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give

Art is Living

Art takes on a life of its own
Speaking to everyone who comes in its zone
Whether it is a picture frozen in time
Or a poem built up line by line
Or music indicative of a particular time
Or actors not merely reciting their lines
Even dancers whose moves bend your mind
All of this art is unique, one of a kind
And if it’s really good, its life transcends time
To everyone, a different message is imparted
No one is the same as they were when they started
Art is not merely just alive
It is hard at work changing lives
By letting people of all ages see
Their inspiration and what their verse should be
Everyone has these skills inside
They just have to be able to bring them to life


I sit here all by myself
Unable to fit in with these people who have wealth
I’m broke just praying I can pay my bills
But people like me tend to jump off the window sill
So I can’t fit in with people who struggle
I work all the time, college and jobs I juggle
They have a higher class of taste and like nice things
Hard for me to relate when I’ve never had air conditioning
I’m that person who doesn’t fit in the norm
Who just awkwardly wandered around his dorm
Now I sit and write in my apartment
Wondering how I fit in life like what department
Of the world am I to work, with whom
Am I to be with or am I just in this alone


We meet and get along
But deep down I know it won’t last long
Something will happen that will cause me to hate
Then something will make you turn to an angry state
See, no how much I like you at first
Or how carefully our relationship I nurse,
Or how pretty I find you
It can never be us two
I’m not capable of loving anymore
Seen too many bad things to trust a pretty girl


I’m trapped.
In this classroom, but that doesn’t stop my mind
From running away to a far away land in
My imagination. Oh! What a sensation!
Illumination! Such elucidation!
I am no longer bound by facts and structure
I am free.
Free to wander these city streets
Free to wander the roads of Italy
Race in a Ferrari on the tracks in Sicily
Or admire paintings in Venice
Talk to the Pope in Rome
Or go to an Eagles game and yell
Or maybe just rap alone somewhere
Gone are these meddlesome restrictions
“There’s only one answer! Suits only, no jerseys!
Be cultured you primitive sports fan!”
If only they knew
The eloquent side of you
They’d never guess how often I write
Even if fancy food isn’t my kind of bite
Sure I don’t like suits
But wait, something is pulling me back in
I heard exam and due to fear, my dream’s dying
I want to go back to when I wasn’t trapped
I look but there’s no chance, that train of thought has snapped.

Lost Time

You were the girl I always wanted to know
But now you’re the woman I’ll never get to hold
I’ll admit the sound of your name still stirs my soul
Sam. I haven’t seen her in a year or so
Her beautiful blonde hair flowing in the wind
Okay maybe nothing was blowing in the wind
But we could talk and just be ourselves
But then life stepped in and made us something else
Now I’m stuck in my apartment with her in my brain
With the hope that she might be doing the same


“Why are our kids in the streets?”
Because I need something to eat
“What about a job and school?”
You really must not see
“See what? You go to college and get a job”
No, nowadays to survive we gotta break the law
You grew up in a different age where less people starved,
Where someone who made it through college was guaranteed a job
There was structure you could succeed in

But times have changed

Now we’re stuck in the hood with no chance to get out
If we got out is it really better out there
The ghetto ain’t the only place people die anymore
People starve in suburbs and hoods alike
Don’t worry the government will tell you it’s under control
But the only structure they have is stealing your soul
I’m not advocating for humanism or complete anarchy
But I’m tired of looking over my shoulder to just buy some Doritos
I got into college and out the hood
New rules less obedience
More bills less money
More information less knowledge
More testing less learning
More diplomas less… No unemployment went up

Here I Am Again

Loneliness poems piss me off
Especially when I write them
Why can’t I be stronger?
Or, you know, just not be lonely?
Somehow I end up here
Emotionally destroyed right down to the core
Writing because my pen never leaves
It just dies and get replaced


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