Quit Complaining and Fall

She has a face that makes it difficult to Love for anything
Her body's an inferno that he is forced to keep from
Her nose curls up as she walks to her song
She still doesn't get it e'en though it's right in front of her

He's done his part, now he's done with her
he'll have to swallow his pride to wed
yet his good looks and features attract her still
In the end, we wonder, will he yield?

They each have their flaws and yet each are alike
Compelled like polars they can't seem to part
Attraction, Contention, conflict, they fight
But something tells us they're ment not to separate

She is too pretty, he is too smart,
They both fit together, can only we see that?


Author's Note:
I wrote this poem one line at a time and published it through social media. I made a couple minor changes, but for the most part this was an experiment to see how people took to the creation of a creative work. --I hypothesized that people would be more interested in the process of creation rather than the actual art, so I have been experimenting with the "process" as an art form. I seemed to have received positive results, so I may do it again in some other manifestation [hint hint ;)]

A Popular Part of Society

*Intro until the Guitar*

Your majesty,

If that’s really what you wanna be,

Well I’ll tell you how it’s gonna be:

I’m through, of sticking up for you

I even thought your thoughts for you.

I wrote down all you wanted me

And publicized all your fantasies.

You think you know what’s really going on

But you’ve got the whole world wrong!

And though I agree with unrealities,

You won’t get any support from me

Because I no longer believe in these

—These stupid ideas!

You are not a royalty

You aren’t even a kind prince

You really aren’t that dashing 

Because you’re a rake.

And always will be,

You’re the lesser sex,

You keep thinking

How you want

To believe

It’s up to you

I don’t care;

I don’t want to

Hear any more from you.

But me and all my girlies,

Well,

We’ll rule the world.

So,

Don’t try to mess

This

Politic game we’re in.

(Where you’re a pawn)

You have no place

In

The scheme of things.

You’re just a tool

To perpetuate

All of their lusty fantasies.

You’re a piece of rhetoric,

And you’re so terribly ‘motional,

It gets in the way

From having what you want to have.

See, you won’t get any sympathy

From me and all my friends 

No, none at all.

--Quit playing drama queen,

No one cares!

You can’t,

Get away with being mean

You’ll just get hurt,

And a bunch of stares.

Quit picking fights

And holding grudges

Forever.

You bitch.

You wine.

Complain about the times,

And think life’s just that way.

Well,

You’re the one who made decisions

For it to be,

And,

I want no part of it.

Even

if it means

trading

my white dress

for

a black one.

*RESPONSE TO COME, YET*
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The Reality of my Life

 A real poem about me.
I rarely write poems about myself. You may read a poem and think it is about me, but I don't like writing about myself. If my creativity is charged into a work and it accidentally turns out a lot like me, I can't help that, but I never set out with the intention of writing about myself. I like to keep a certain distance between myself and those who read my poetry because I find it disturbing for others to read my work and make analyses of the narrator of the poem, and if that narrator is me, then it becomes more disturbing. Plus, although I am comfortable talking about anything (few things make me awkward), I don't like to talk about myself because I have had a lot of rare experiences that can lead others to feel inadequate around me, or determine me to be too unique for their own tastes. I don't like that. I like when people see me as their equal, and if I have ever done anything, I want them to know that they too can do those things. However, even though my wish would be for people to look at me as no different than they are, it doesn't happen that way... I have a spectrum of followers: from those who worship me as a hero, to those who despise me as a creep and an enemy. If I could only make sense of it...

 In any case, I have a few thoughts sewn into my head right now that I want to unpick, and these thoughts are really about my life... I haven't had the most impactful life, but I have had an exciting one. And by exciting, I mean that my plot has plenty of ups and downs and twists and highs and lows --probably no more than the next guy--but it is at least exciting for me. Yet even with all this excitement, I desire stability. I've changed so much over the last 5. 10. years to where I have become nearly exactly what I wanted to be, yet I look at the past and wonder if I didn't change too fast and if I should have remained what I was. Life is about changing though, nothing stays the same even when we want it to. Equilibrium is probably the hardest thing to accomplish that I am aware of, and the easiest way to obtain it is to constantly spin in a circular motion. . . which implies that you really aren't resting. So in that sense I see my life as quite similar: it's always rotating, never stops, and it goes in and out of perfect balance.


Helping you has no Repercussions
By Kyle Oakeson

My heart broke years ago
knocked out of its resting place
I could never get it to balance again
and the copper wires and magnets
they ceased to keep pumping
so I suppose I lost my ability to love?

On the contrary!
My eyes were opened wide
and the Doctor shined his light
put some mud in them and let them dilate
and then I was healed.

You see,
I learned something about hearts
that you might not care about
but I care about you
and that's how it all works out

When you learn you can't love anyone
and no one gives you love back
and the tears swell in my eyes as I think it
You realize:
There are no repercussions to loving others

So if I love you and all your enemies
and you love or hate me
and at times I feel my tears turn to acid
and holes develop in my stomach
and darkness closes around me

None of that comes from me loving you
or everyone.
and that's not going to change me from loving you
You're my brother
You're my sister
You're my mentor
You're my friend

And I value my family above all else.
I know it's cheap to say that
Because everyone says that
But I'm not sure they really mean it
or understand it like I do

I may not be a prophet
I may not be a martyr
I may not be the greatest
But I try to act the way that He does
and say the things that He does

So next time you're down,
next time your life spins out of control
the planets don't align
and you feel so foolish
I hope you know that I care about you
And I value you more than you might value yourself

And when you need assistance
You're fed up with society
You're in the hands of enemies
You're being chased by wild bees
or You've made a mistake needs fixing

I'm here for you

Because I know what it's like to feel like you have no one
Because I know what it's like to be beat up
Because I know what it's like to be alone
Because I know what failure's like
Because I don't have a heart and it's a blessing:
Helping you has no repercussions

And one day I hope you see it all
One day I hope I've helped you
One day I hope this crusty mud
will help to heal you too

And this is my occupation?

To describe my situation: I'll pretend an Occupation; Take my pen--be a poet practice writing out my full thoughts 'It's so boooring in here!' Can I get a cheer? I'd even take a jeer in my direction--or a glare! --but there is nothing going on and the clock ticks get loooong as I jot down my freestyle to distract me from miles of words; repeating like a drum beat, my head, it's pounding, from the repeat. It's; blah-blah-blah-whatever! Let me out of creative prison! and finally give me some expression!

And this is my occupation?

We Know when you Aren't

           Damn, how’d she       get so pretty?      

           Was it birth or      is it make-up? Hey

         filly, what’s your    name— —Oh, sorry,      

           saw the ring. Are  they just imports,  

           And the ratio’s the same? The world  

            may have them, But so few in this  

              place. You think we don’t know

              But you change when you’re not

              Your skin clears up Your face

               Brightens. Hah, But that is

               not how we tell: Your hips

               get wider And your clothes

               start to rest On your body

              differently –It’s attractive,              

            true But if you don’t have a band

           Then it can repel to know That you

           were unfaithful some  time ago. And

            Now you will         live with that

             Mistake or           pleasure? I Do

                 not                 know

Son of a patriarchy

As soon as I get outta this hollow cave, lady 
I haven't had the time for you, lately
I even wrote this rhyme for you, maybe
but if I had a choice again I'd find you, baby
seek out your hiding place and dive through
separate myself from the crowd and fight too

but I've gotta work on makin' more money
find a way to put bread on the table, honey
you can't just have me in your bed at nights, tool
give me such a fright, fool
your fantasies with me are just a blight, uhhhlll
Prevent you from reachin' what you'd like --so

I'm gonna stay inside
my dungeon where I hide
come up for air sometimes
I hope that you're away
when I decide to try
Cause baby, 

all I care about is what I can get from you tonight.

Intrigue

Intrigue

I stand on the edge of a yellow wood,

Something that every writer eventually would.

My understanding, my voice

It comes down to choice

Do I choose this style?

What makes up a Kyle?

I often feel it is my wit

That sucks out brains with

My muse laboring in intelligent words.

But it could as easily be the words

Themselves insightful and not I

As each line goes bye and by.  

I should say it is my subject that counts

But there is no mathematics or amounts

And none of my subjects are the same

Because to repeat, in my mind, would be lame.

I suppose my style is that of the berserker

Because at times I am quite the jerk

I don’t even make patterns for myself

Because most of these poems sit on my shelf

I never touch them once I write them.

It is my head, while it is in REM

That writes these lines.

My style must be the mine

To the gems that are lodged in my brain. 

Pretend

Pretend

You are a zombie

I got all the harmony

You keep misbelieving

And thieving

Never stopped you from thinkin’

You had figured out, street kin,

Don’t want you to cave in

But you’re miss behavin’

You even doubt your own reasons

"Couldn’t be one of my sons"

I never did nothing but step in

to the scene You were creatin’

Your creatures slippery

And drippy

I never wanted to touch him

But you threw my fists in the dim

Fighting back all my logic

And using up all my magic

You torched and you blazed

Fire-breathing dragon you razed

Your future’s a furnace

And I couldn’t let it between us

So my sword in your heart,

As you clawed me real deep.

I’m fightin’ this.

Never would be there

How’d I even get here?

You fooled me with your charms

And locked away in your arms

I couldn’t hurt you

Or hate you

But I couldn’t escape

Couldn’t put on my cape

Get the hell from your squeeze

All I wanted was to be free

Truth always hurts a little

There is an old sage of the woods,
Who writes a letter from time to time.
His words are daggers,
Because what he says hurts.
They say the truth hurts most of all,
And he is full of wisdom.
But you must understand a bit about this man,
Because he only speaks to a certain kind.
And if he doesn't care about you,
Or want you to succeed,
He won't even open his mouth and speak.
Truth is always hard got.
So when he speaks, you know two things:
He cares about and loves you much,
so much that he would give you the truth easily.
But the question is, will you accept it so easily?

In my Blood (song)

Sometimes my head wanders
When all the things in life go down
And towers were built here
To protect the village from the horde
Vikings are coming to
Trade with the rest of the world
And things don’t always end up right
They get mad and burn it down
They get mad and burn it down.

What’s there to say more?
They were cheated by the hand that feeds
And they in their culture
Would burn and pillage for revenge.
When someone realized this
They profited from the great storm
And sailed away to distant lands
And that is when I was born
That is why I was born

We are their ancestors
I might be stubborn
I can be defiant
When those around me cheat me more
When those around me cheat me more
When those around me cheat me more.

Leap

When you realize what you wanted is too hard, is too rough,
Do you walk away? Do you give it up?
When your heart yearns for it and you can’t hold out,
Do you work even harder? Or does your soul give out?
You aren’t ever gonna win if you don’t toss out those thoughts
If you don’t make a greater effort with all that you’ve got

When you run, run faster; when you’re down, get up!
Don’t you ever settle thinking you’ll just take a stop.
When you look down you’ll meet with vertigo,
Your fears will take you over and won’t let you go
But if you overcome them and you endure to the end
You take a leap of faith and hope that there is something around the bend

Then I’ll be there waiting; I’ll even let you hold My hand
If you can make it to my doorstep, I’ll let you come in
If you’re lost on your knees and you need another friend,
I will take you in My arms and carry you, My friend.
But you’ve got to call, you’ve got to tell me
And I’ll help you be what you want to be.

Call it in the Air

Sometimes I don’t trust what I just cannot see,
I’m caught up in two spheres and it’s wearing on me.
I can’t see what you do I don’t know what to think,
Because sometimes you scare me and it throws in a kink.
My hose are accounted for rolled up on the wall,
But your sprinkler is lose do I trust you, at all?
I don’t know what to think you won’t fill me in,
You complain about things but you won’t mention them.
What am I to do with this situation?
Your words say “come closer” but not your actions.

I want to say that you’re grown up inside,
But there are things that you will not confide.
You should know that three things I value quite high,
Honesty, openness and the ability to rely;
And although I trust you with all I have thought,
I’m not sure I can trust you with all that I’ve got;
Because you don’t give me or hint what I want,
Are you willing to give all or think that you can’t?
I’ll work for the long haul, if you’ll work on it too,
But without this conversation, how can it be true?

Is this something you fear to speak anything of?
Have I done something that you won’t speak above?
Are you a polar bear nightly and a human by day?
Is your face to be ‘gotten, are your life plans disarrayed?
What is it please tell me, you know all my cards;
You know I would have you if you weren’t so hard.
But devotion is costly and you should know that;
I can loan it a time but this deal is so fat
That I want to know will you ever pay back
Or, if you’ll flirt with the idea and then you I will lack?

Look, I can only hold out forever
If you give me a simple answer
‘Cause lately I’ve questioned the wish I had made
In the pool I created from the hose that I sprayed
With the coin that paid for the water to pump
This blood that beats from my hearts stump
And the hose I could use still hang on the stone wall
Should I use them? Or wait for this water to flow? Your call.

You're shopping for meat at the wrong store!

You wanna know more about meat?
You asked the write butcher!
I cut up meanings and, boy, do hear ya—
You buy into cheap meat, don’t ya?

Let’s see, there’s the Chuck—
What a large piece of meat
But I wouldn’t recommend him.
Grind him up and toss him.

Avoid the Shank, he’s too tough
And he’s been stewed around
He’ll mess with your brain
And cause you lots of pain.

Some of the best meat comes from the Loin,
So tender for the snob and wealthy.
But not all loins are great
Though they are a costly plate!

Listen, if you want something nice
Pick the right meat, and cook him up right
Don’t waste your time with a loaf of meat
When I can give you somethin’ they simply can’t never beat!

There is no chance for them!

I liked the olden days when it was everywhere
But I didn’t notice, I was unaware
I grew up in a time before the curtain was raised
Before everyone had to own their own pair of shades
It must’ve been dark all the time in my younger days (I couldn’t see!)
Back when people were public about all their ways
You could tell a person better by their photos online
By the parties they attended and didn’t turn a blind eye
It was a whole lot easier to tell the skank and the hoe
The goodie two shoes and the punk rock and roll
Hip hop took the stage and started a blaze
And people’s videos got posted on the webs front page
I can’t tell you if they all at one point joined the parade
But it sure seemed like everyone was having a hay-day
Now they all talk of clubs and going out to partè
And if there’s no booze they still act the same way (idiots)
They’ve postponed growing up and one breath make a claim
That they’re happier now that they have friends to play
But the next they complain of how much trouble are they
It’s a crazy world we live in controlled by just a few
The media man and the party thrower too.
Gossip spreads faster than any fire ever did
And the more friends you have the more afraid they are to speak
This is the age of friends not the end of history.
Our friends are like a castle with the drawbridge up
We won’t let you in unless you’ve got the right stuff
If you’re powerful and popular at castles everywhere
Then we’ll watch for your flag and the parade escort
The curtains are thrown down so not everyone can see
And just like those star-bellied sneaches,
We don’t want you to change!
We could live next door to you and never speak a word
Yet we know people across the globe who will let us be heard.
Of course we’re always smarter than him or her
We don’t need no one’s help we done got the best of bow worl’s
Future? Nah, I done care, it’ll never come ta me
I’ve got my friends t’ grow up wid’--I’mma be!
That doesn’t even make sense kid, where’d you learn to talk?
Did your friends teach you these things, hey where are your parents?
I’d imagine you’re twenty four and yet you still act thirteen!
What do you plan to do with life other than go out and play?
Ohhhh! Listen to me! You’re not paying any attention!
See if I try to help you, you ignorant arrogant brat!
Hey, you kids get off of there!

Yes, society’s gone a long way. We live longer than ever before
But I suppose since they didn’t work for long life themselves,
They don’t appreciate what it’s worth!
Old age is a lot older since you die later too
You never could reason with little kids
They’ll win you every time
It’s just that as time gets older
Little kids get older too.
And since they don’t learn until they’re old
Well…old age is older too!
So they can stay forever young if they like
They have plenty left to live
And they’ll forever worship those
Who grew up while they were still kids
(you know them, they’re famous!)