King of sorrows pitiful retro

Easy come, easy go it’s said
but could sayer have known
was he grown crying silent
did he feel all alone?
Did he resort to much violence
where his heart called a home?
Was he asked, did he pay
through charity or have not
find his blessings in sorrow
from the love in his heart?

Did he only belong to the reason
he’s longing for love
perform hand surgery
just to fit the wrong glove?
Did he abscond from charges
those criminal tears
assumed years of presumption
malfunctioning tear ducts
heavy in his head
wasn’t known cause he’s fed tears
he didn’t remember crying?

Baby His “easy come easy go”
sounds so damn pleasing in prose
did he write that for money
or for reasons
HE chose?
Did the rain on his tree
cause seeds to be sewn
throwing havoc on kids
feeling sad and 
alone?
Purple rain drowning prince
could he truly have known?

Did he grow up convinced
to have reign to what’s reaped?
Was it love that decided tears rocked him to sleep
easily from the pain
did he consider tomorrow
did he feel just like me
anger that caused
nerve ends to pretend to forget who he was?
Deficits dignity humility in deposits
from having to borrow
Did he receive bills from the pain ?
Was he audited by the person  who caused it
that gave him his name? ©

Daddy Sad, son shine mad

I’m burdened
hurting from deep under my skin
like the furnace dwelling 3826
keep yelling’ shit  four fu*#ing floors
my skin & conscience cannot black out
a burning inside walls
where Michael blew his brains out
where you despite ironic lotto winnings
from the words
words of a phonographs broken
removes skin for unspoken within
where I went and what you’ve been
I’M HURTIN’ !!!
although I flirt with what’s burning me up
I’ve grown up watching the tenors
prepare for the band
drug ridden gun spit in the son that you have
from beginning  spinning clocks
oiled glocks from grand daddy
still know that I glow
I know joy cause you have me
expect just neglect that I’ll hang up and grin
just lying alone a child grown from its sin
Violin starts to Rosin
the climax I know
remember in darkness
necessitation shadowed your show
every scar that we carry a tear is your token
thermostat  in the home
like our home that is broken
smiling kids turn sad bids
streets that did seem to listen
it burdens to hurt a good person
in patriarchal  contrition
whom takes sorrow WITH me
cause of you I’m devoid of loves healing nutrition
because of you its a sin
fu#@ing hurts to lash out
in pity’s revenge
pushing beautiful friends out
Did you know or take notice
that I’m not all that strong
violin made immune
just consumed with that song
what we lose from this pity
just forced to be strong
amiss the position
a place to belong

I love you.- A ©