self-limiting

self-limiting 

There’s a lot of things 

a week into 

LA County’s reopening 

you can do,

you could choose to take out someone new,

wait till next weekend to see the same one,

or think about replying to the text from an old one 

who happened to mention she’s down the street from you,

I picked 

to ride my bike down to the beach 

buy a $20 stick at the cigar lounge on 2nd St.,

come home to smoke it on my balcony,

drink a Sam Adams, 

and talk to you.

I get it that most people 

don’t have the time to read, 

but like a meth addict’s teeth,

you can only last so long on candy,

and who knows 

if the words inside of your head 

belong to you or if they 

are only a reiteration of something 

you heard on the news,

evolution is more than something 

I learned in 5th grade Science Class 

from that teacher with the abnormally large ass,

it is a change to be achieved,

like Lord Byron’s poetry,

Don Juan being 

a satire portraying

womanizing not as a craft,

but as a man easily seduced;

like how much freedom we’ll give away

in the name of saving face,

you say that you don’t care what they see,

but the matter of fact is

that being so far from truth 

you can no longer see,

they say if I take another one out, 

then I have to let this one go,

but I look down and see 

a man with two hands,

holding on is just a philosophy,

like when I become an average 

of the five people around me,

I don’t like the way I act

around that wanna be,

but in reality actualization 

might tell me that even my enemy 

reflects me.

Belief,

like turning off the TV 

even if you’re lonely

and standing up to see 

the man that you can be,

JFK’s, “Ask not 

what this country can do for you,

but what you

can do for you.”

What does Genesis 6:4 mean to you?

A man is only as good

as his next thing to do,

don’t judge me on yesterday,

but look at me right now

watch Dave Chapelle’s 8:46 

say, “Goddamn,”

and realize just how 

great a man can be,

and tell me that it isn’t self-limiting 

to think that you have to remain 

in pain in order to see,

an internal hypocrosity to believe

that if you’re happy 

then you won't be able to perceive, 

Bruce Springsteen

never worked a day in his life,

but was to the poster boy 

for the American dream;

the only thing stopping me is me

and you is you,

we can be anything, 

but pick something 

because we’ll all reach an age 

when the notes stop coming,

and if you wait till then 

you won’t remember how to sing.