Completed uniqueness

Our uniqueness,
makes me completed,
you're the happy ending for this loving street kid,
our sequence,
is exactly what I needed to feel undefeated,
I couldn't have imagined your love,
I still can't believe this,
it's true love at its absolute finest,
I wake up every morning with the world's divine Highness,
you're a miracle,
one I often don't deserve,
I put you on a pedestal,
trying to express what you're worth.

I'm in love with you,
and I should have recognized it right away,
with you I'm amazed every single day,
I'm awake,
and I feel your love in so many ways,
forever in my heart,
eternally you'll stay,
I feel your love,
you even love me when I'm down,
it renews my health,
it is in you where my love was found,
I've never had anybody care for me so much,
if life is a game,
I've already won.

You're my four aces,
perfection and pristine,
I will never walk away,
I will always want you to be with me.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111128

Crushing sadness

Ladies and gentlemen,
at my behest,
I'd like you to know I'm an emotional mess,
it's not my request to not be at my best,
but as death is fed,
pain is what I must accept.
I'm confused and in disbelief of others feelings,
but it's what I'm seeing as it sends loved ones reeling,
I love my younger siblings with my own free will,
but I say emotional distress is shared outward,
not downhill,
think I'll show sadness with my brothers?,
you don't even know,
I only feel for others... inside I'm freezing cold,
to feelings I stomp my feet,
stand defiantly,
I crush any sadness by painting city streets,
I show my strength and my willingness to fight,
I overcome false sadness by bringing this pen to life.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111123

Heaven's door

I walk to the light and see Heaven's door,
wondering what in life I have in store.
Knock knock! Knock knock! I'm back again,
tried to be good, please let me in!
I know I've done wrong but I don't throw stones,
Knock knock, please let me in out of this cold!

I know I have stolen, I know I've lied,
please oh please won't you let me come inside.
We'll see! We'll see! Stay on the path,
please do your best with what you have.
Take nothing for granted and love your life,
We'll see how you do with your new found light.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111117

Author note: This poem was written in response to dVersePoets.com FormForAll challenge. This week the form was a 'Staccato'. This is only the third non-freeverse poem I've ever written. Taking up these challenges really forces me to put my mind into my art.

Another note: I just realized I did it wrong. I did not make rhyme the middle of the first & second line in each stanza. Oh well, here's to a valiant attempt anyways :)

Another note: Fixed the first stanza, but want to leave the second broken. The first I was able to change without loss of meaning, the second I can't.

A child inside

I'm a child inside due to a childless past,
time to grow up,
and do it fast,
I'm an obsessive posessor on insanity's border,
of pain and despair I've been a collective hoarder,
is it a disorder?,
or something I can work through?,
I've always felt screwed,
I can't prove with intent that I've have had the power to choose,
I've been abused,
but it's something nobody can see,
because I've believed my secrets should be kept inside of me,
indeed,
I've been inprisoned in my own self cataclysm,
it's because I've chosen not to make different decisions,
but it's time to move forward,
get up and move on,
grief is like a ghost,
I can accept it and make it gone,
I'm not wrong for not accepting any help,
it's only because I wasn't listening to myself,
with the pain I've been dealt,
by my own hands,
leaving permanent internal welts,
pass me the scalpul,
I need to perform surgery,
remove this psychological cancer before I allow it to murder me,
I've lived through hell,
so I know I can survive,
but I must disassociate from the past to fully become alive.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111115

Anarchisn't

Anarchism is under government criticism,
but we aren't the media's sensationalism of a cult-like religion,
please listen,
they've got us boxed into a prison,
it's propagandalistic hatism by the corporate system of fearful cynicism,
make up your own mind,
you don't have to believe me,
you're still free to believe those who bomb innocent countries,
we seek, eat, breathe the truths most can't see,
as we stand in the elite's heat against our freedom of speech,
what we speak and repeat will benefit all humanity.

We don't tote guns or instigate any riots,
but they promote us as being defiant and violent,
it's criminal,
they don't want you to see,
the true definition of anarchy that exists in the dictionary,
black's are thieves and muslim's are terrorists,
anarchist's stand to say these government lies don't scare us,
it's a fear based diversion to relocate the blame,
for the pain they incite each and every day,
true anarchists love,
but most don't even know it,
but it's evidenced as fact,
by me simply scribbling this poem.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111107

More than words

They took it out of fees,
then they took it out in taxes,
financial institutions raping our collective asses,
it's harassment,
look how long it's lasted,
the rich get richer as they take it from the masses,
like an elastic,
its bound to stretch and break,
I won't take another day of their selfishness and hate,
not my fate,
I am now awake,
society's sanity is at stake and they push away debate,
why is nothing changing,
when there are so many concerns?,
I've been burned but I have learned,
to get anywhere we need more than words.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111106

Writer's block escape

I produce beats that I don't even rap to,
twisting up tracks, the result is a crap shoot,
I do it for fun, what ends up doesn't matter,
biting Mary J. Blige samples to hear peoples laughter.

This is a game, I much prefer to write,
writing has been the story of my life,
so despite the fact I barely touch the mic,
I eat breathe and sleep hip hop, from morning through to night.

My words are the beats that tell the mixer what to do,
cross-fade that kick,
up the attack and decay too,
here we come again, one two three,
this is what I do,
when writer's block occurs with me.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111101