That 4th Step Is A Doozy

Reflectiions II: My 4^th Step

 

 

Life is worth the fight, so I’m back at it again

I still don’t know what to do; it’s Round 2, me versus my reflection

Words are weapons, I use words to spite and smite

My sense of entitlement says I’m always right

I cheat and I lie to manipulate women

One wild, wily womanizer is what I have been

I try to be too witty, and I wallow in self pity

I refused to lose and used broads and dudes all over the city

I don’t practice what I preach, I really have no patience

I flip the script on family and friends with no hesitation

I will bend a friends ear, but I don’t like to listen

When a friend needs somebody to lean on, I can go missing

I’m wicked, I’m heartless, I’m viciously selfish

I’m greedy, I’m needy, I’m childish and helpless

I’m powerless, and sometimes I hate what I see in the mirror

But reflecting on my defects is easier now that my vision is clearer

#writerslife FML

Sitting in the dark on Twitter and melting ice

Mister Must Be Nice makes haters think twice

Of mice and men, it all depends

I'm back at it again, and I never pretend

Did I do that to be Urkel-whack on purpose?

Showing camels in Sudan summers what real thirst is

Still I feel worthless, words don't work no more

No grammar, no grams, no milligrams, nor metaphors

Internationally known on the microphone.

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Sometimes I Wonder #5

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"A Letter To Younger Me" NEW POETRY 2018

This is addressed to the 18 year old Patrick Peay
I know you will understand because you are me
But you were unaware and blind to things you couldn't see
One day you will be truly set free

Try to behave yourself; don't get expelled from school
Pay more attention in class, and don't worry about being cool
Don't be such a rebel and bend so many rules
Never stop writing because God blessed you with that tool

Some of those women never loved you; they used you
They pretended to care, and then they abused you
I understand how affairs of the heart confused you
Just keep it real, and to yourself be truthful

Don't worry too much; those are petty frets
Believing in God's plan is your best bet
We certainly had our fun, and I have no regrets
But Pat, you killed my credit, so please pay your debts

"Fresh Kicks" NEW POETRY 2018

The Owl and The Quail

Gather around and take in this tale of the Majestic Owl and the Dark Quail
One day the quail was foraging for herbs on a trail when an owl soared by, wings as broad as a ship's sail
The owl swooped down and seized the quail in her claws
The quail thought he was going to die and that the owl would eat him raw
Instead the owl took the quail high and far to her nest
She set the quail down gently and urged him to rest
The quail was very baffled; this seems so absurd
But he napped nonetheless while the owl flew off to gather many herbs
When the owl returned, she and her guest enjoyed a mighty feast
And the quail wondered why he was shown so much hospitality by the majestic beast
Then the quail said, "You are a predator. I am prey. Why are you showing me mercy today?"
The owl answered, "I want you to watch after the eggs that I lay. You are noble and will make a fine father, so I want you to stay."