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Poem: "Sweaty Palms"

My sweaty palms
Are part of the reasons why I feel it’s beyond
How it’s so hard to correspond
When I’m gone
Sometimes in this mist
I must be on
Some shit…
Cause I’m trembling
Even if this sweat drips
From my hands, my demands are high
cause I can’t “lose grip”
While it’s sometimes hard to deny if you’re scared of heights
till you trip…
falling on your face
and I must’ve fell a thousand times
cause I admit
I’m clumsy and sometimes I walk blinded
Feeling your presence and open minded
Still holding on with these sweaty palms
But can you deny it?
These feelings are revealing hurt
So what is it really worth
if we feel we’re both cursed
Let me tell you…T
hat it’s never, NEVER too late
To conquer your fears,
I’m still holding on, still here
With my sixth sense
So if you’re a ghost, “I see dead people”
cause your actions and words will NEVER be missed
I hear you, I see you
Believe me on this one, this untold fairy tale continues
But it’s our reality
Cause our vitality and mentality
energizes this bunny
Cause we’re gonna keep going and going…
From here to the top of that mountain
It’s crystal clear our visions were distorted
cause we drank from a poisonous fountain
and the cure was to not “lose grip”
or we’ll just continue downward
so we just CAN’T lose it
even with these sweaty palms
we’ve fought so hard for so long
and I know you’re scared
but we must remain calm
so let’s find a way to make it right
forever hello’s, never goodbye’s
with these sweaty palms I can’t “lose grip”
I’m scared too but we can’t lose it
If you bruise, I bruise
If you cry, I cry
If you lose grip… Well… I
was cautious of that
so I attached a safety rope around our hips
So we can hold each other up
Or fall together…
But either way, that’s where I want to be…
With you…
together…

Pet Peeves: 'Annoying Co-Worker'

If you have EVER worked in your life, you probably know that person; the annoying co-worker.

We all know who that is - it's that person who steps into the room and all laughters and talking turns to silence. It's that person who enters the lunch area, and everybody's lunch 'happens' to be over. It's that person that likes to whisper crap in your ear and they haven't brushed their teeth for weeks. It's that person that invites themselves to walk with you to the bus stop. It's that person who laughs like a hyena... at his/her own jokes. It's the same person you're trying to get fired but can't manage to.

Honestly, if you have never had that annoying co-worker... more than likely, that person is YOU!

Poem: I'm Tired...

I’m tired…
I’m tired of these hypocrites
and don’t give a shit
If I’m of them,
I lie you lie
You say one thing
then do the opposite
So don’t offer shit to me,
cause to your offer I’ll spit
On it
cause life’s a bitch
and don’t blame me if I wanna spit in ya face!
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of this world with these words of verbs
But it’s not the same as actions
cause it speaks louder and it’s preferred
To most
so don’t close that door on me
And say that your minds changed
cause then you gonna be two thangs I hate
A hypocrite AND a liar
and it’s almost one in the same
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of these people of power that devour
Every ounce of it
like I got a collar round my neck
Better check twice cause I’m not a fuckin coward
or animal so don’t disrespect
Or next you’ll be hexed
till you rest in peace
Then reincarnate and be sentenced
to forever terrified of life
But forced to live for eternity
And I'm tired...
I’m tired of police and the government
stated previously
As these motherfuckas that devour their power
but I was also mentioning
Anybody that tells you what the fuck to do
And you have to do it
or you’re screwed
But fuck this world
like you knew it was tight
And fuck this lubrication
I’ll make this shit fit just right
And I’m tired,
Now I got insomnia
so come see ya in the mirror
Cause this reflection got me confessin’
this session of life’s lesson
Has me makin stupid guesses
so I guess this means my expressions
of obscene judgments
is a sign of a scene of aggression
That I let out
as my initial impression
So I’m tired...
that it’s your own discretion
cause the only question I ask
Is that the right choice that you’re addressin?
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of those dreaded hardheaded
“yea I’ve said it so it must be right” bitches
That’s persistent and lead them to be wrong,
instead of apologizing they switch it
and said they meant it and prolong
but heads so hard like cement is
and I’m tired of these demented bitches
that represent it and show off
like it’s carved on ya skin, a tattoo
to try to grab you,
everyone on your team like a platoon
and I’m tired
of being trapped soon
I’ll be in the trash
like a raccoon
With black eyes,
that’s why I track lies
to smack flies
Cause some bugs need to be deceased,
I mean
I just don’t want them in my life,
so peace!
And I’m tired...
of these beliefs that I see
in people who pray to some supreme being
on their knees
I can see and understand
about a brief grief of the deceased
But please,
don’t try to preach that shit to me
Cause I can teach and learn,
But I never knew these motherfuckas
so I could care if they fuckin burn…
And I’m tired...
and if you knew me
since frizznezys became a trend
I say fuck these fuckin bitches
that claim they’re fuckin friends
Cause I’m tired
of all of them,
that spend to extend as fake friends
but they only pretend
And depend on YOU
to keep in contact,
if not… eh, there’s the end!
And If I was the devil,
I’ll send every one of them to hell
Can’t you tell
I’m fuckin tired of being tired
I’d be a liar
and I am,
If I’d say I retire from getting higher
when I light that spliff on fire
And I’m tired...
of being required
with these requirements,
but I don’t require shit!
So how bout I require and hire my dick
and apply-er to your mouth bitch
Cause I’m tired...
I'm tired of these laws,
enforced by the law enforcements
that don’t follow them so nah
I won’t follow them either,
cause motherfuckas love to abuse their privileges
Where the fuck are you lookin,
are you listening?
If you are,
then listen wit ya eyes
And see wit ya ears
Let’s see if you catch them lies,
or is that just the shit you wanna hear?
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of motherfuckas that act sincere
and appear like a close peer
But obviously it’s crystal clear
they cheerful in front of you
and will be the first to backstab ya rear
Leavin’ you in severe pain,
so I gots to appear in the same game
To deceive with this deceptive mind,
but at the same time
I realized the shit that I’m
Tired of...
is a lot of this shit I listed
so most of this shit I hate...
applies to myself
so I guess
I’m fuckin tired of a lot of shit,
the world, society, regulations, the people…
but most of all…
I’m just tired of my fuckin self…

I wrote this a few years back when I was going through a lot of shit... hope I don't offend anyone with ANY of my poems, just some thoughts and my life for ya'll...

Pet Peeves: "Those Who Do NOT Comment EVER on any Blogs..."

It doesn't bother me TOO much when people don't comment, just as long as they continue to come back. But who doesn't like when people comment? I mean, it shows that you read the article and that you visited the site/blog, right?

But I would like to thank everyone that has ever commented on DatCurious.com so now I'm going to take the opportunity to thank those individuals... and if I missed someone, please let me know so I can give you a shout out and help your rankings.

But thanks to all the anonymous people lol... and soulkim, jollyjo, hani, marcus, christina, mrsgrapevine, 13th witch, coloredgirlswhohaveconsidered, J, eritas, sharon, thebimbo, cindy breninger, holly, feelingflirty, billywarhol, nolocontenders, footiam, alex blackwell, avery gray, maartje van horn, antonioooro, emmy, debo hobo, zmoney, dominic, candace, jerry, ed, ivy, thembi.

There were a quiet a few people that didn't have links to their pages so I didn't add them. And again, I know I forgot a few people, but just let me know!

Just wanted to say THANK YOU to all the visitors AND people who comments on DatCurious.com and I will be giving a shout out on DatCurious.com to those that CONTINUE to comment! Thanks...

Pet Peeve: 'Pedestrians - Part 1 - Look Both Ways Before You Cross!

What I think is funny - stupid people that do NOT bother to look either way before crossing the street. I'm sorry, but I grew up being taught (and I'm still pretty sure it's being taught in schools) to look BOTH ways BEFORE crossing the street... cause one of these days, someone is going to get hit by a car... and I'll be the one driving that car.

But some people assume that cars will yield, but let's say if I'm going 30 mph and I look down at the time on my radio and look back up, in that split second, anything could happen. And some pedestrians are too busy in their own little walking world, listening to their ipods or on a cell phone... well, what if I was on a cell phone driving, well then... I know I got MY seatbelt on. I also have a airbag to protect me.

Pedestrians wrapped up in winter clothes couldn't protect themselves from MY car.

So, conclusion... LOOK before you cross the streets even if it doesn't seem busy. Because if you don't, it's going to be Jay = 1, pedestrian = 0.

Pet Peeve: 'Use your turning signal when I'm behind YOU!'

First of all, I don't use my turning signal when I drive all the time, who cares, right? But what gets on my nerves is the fact that some people just don't even care.

Picture this...

Say you're driving to work or an appointment and you're already running late. You're in a two way street with two lanes on each side. Say there's two cars initially on the road (on your side) and it's only you and the person in front of you. Then both of you guys come to stop at a redlight.

Everything sounds fine so far, right? But then 20 cars come... some behind you, then there's plenty of cars next to you. Tons of cars oncoming waiting at the light as you are.

The light turns green.

"What the hell?! Why isn't the person in front of me not going?!"

Of course, after honking at them, they decide to turn their turning signal on letting you know they're taking a left turn. Now you can't switch lanes because you seem too close to them, plus, the right lane cars won't let you in. After the light turns to red, AGAIN, he finally turns leaving you stuck at the same light.

Now, if that person would've simply acknowledged you behind them and turned their signal on earlier, you couldn't switched lanes when there were no cars around and you couldn't been on your way.... but NNNOOOOOO... you're stuck at the same light.

If I just described you... you are the reason people get road rage.

Poem: Fighting Through 2 You

It's a conspiracy
tryin to keep fear in me
from society's beliefs against
anybody that does not believe in these,
eventually will cause constant controversy,
especially for the weak.
They will silence them
so they never get to speak,
keeping the confidentiality
causing causalities
as a result is reality
inhaling negativity never again will be,
positive.
Started off as a lil kid
completing my childhood
growing up but still I will learn to live
against… shit that will torment me
never could wash away that particular bacterium.
No Cerium
could cure me
so I dare them to get near me
so I can show them the world that I live in!
I have sinned
and I will continue but I choose to
never again be that negative.
Who can defend
against a devil minded man
if need be,
but the rout I'm taking
is replacing me
as an angel cause of a friend,
I have been
saved getting my soul baptized
so my life will not be ended,
just yet.
If there was just a reset
button I could press
to start over when I've messed up,
but it's tough
cause one does not usually get second chances
to advance the spirit
so many times I ended up with no luck.
I conduct the stuff that goes on,
and at one point
to a certain extent
I just didn't give a fuck!
I was like "fuck this, fuck that!
Fuck the world, I don't give a shit!"
That was reality for me,
speaking negativity
was the only thing I would speak,
but happiness finally found me.
I see differently,
I changed almost completely
to a different man.
Never planned
but I am given new blueprints
for my life
and at the end...
that's all I needed...
You...

Poem: The Devils in Me

Yea… I’m trapped in this carcass
lurking in the darkness
Pondering when and if I’ll ever be able to start this
conquest of less stress
but I’ve invested this deceptive selection of being heartless
cause I’ve sinned,
like vin I’ve been a man apart kid
again,
it’s when this grin begins you know just then
this motherfucka talking in my head
is equivalent to satan
can’t erase him
still breathing cold breathes like I’ve been waitin’
for hell,
just to dwell in a cell,
sweltering cause I’m fuckin hot like I’m about to melt
cause I’m tired of being a rebel
resisting these bitches
so persistent to catch me in the act
but I don’t flitch kid,
I’m consistent so malicious wit my vicious quickness
so keep ya fuckin distance,
cause sky’s the limit
on my pessimistic views
and how I live it so livid
it’s vivid these digits of six’s
still trying to get rid of it
but I’ve witnessed,
that it’s harder said than done…
it’s already begun,
the question if my mind is officially gone?
My shoulder’s being crushed by a ton
I can’t run,
fuck tryin to walk
Cause what’s done is done
and now it will never be undone
He’s fuckin won…
I’m half way to becoming his half son…
The devil…

Poem: Hollow Shell

I sit and stare
Watching there
Waiting to be heard
But it seems no one cares
A warm blooded person in the same room
Same tune, same melody
But what it’s telling me
Is emptiness inside this music
So it’s useless
No feelings, revealing that there’s no meaning
I’m seeing, hearing typing
Type, type, type…
The first opportunity they get, they set themselves up and let
it consume them, it dooms them
losing a relationship, losing out on school
blaming everyone else but they’re the fool
walks in the door, drops all the bags on the floor
doesn’t get changed but opens the laptop up
cause they need more, more… MORE!
An addict…
Cause they need ‘myspace’ but it’s a disgrace
with what’s being faced
pick and chose real life to the internet
and it’s place paces the way
they can’t give it up
and they know damn right they never will
cause it’s become a reason for living
sort of attached like it’s latched on their back
can’t detach and they decide to add a brain
to go with a heart to those lungs by signing right onto aim
what a shame…
they can’t stop, and they continue
as if myspace wasn’t enough, the messages are not quick to us
so type, type, type is the only stuff
you hear…
wait, I heard breathing…
but it’s only me
apparently the only human being
is the reflection of my own image that I see
but type, type, type…
wait, my laptops not on
ohh, I get it, that’s become the melody
this ‘music’ has taken the souls of these addicts
what would they do without it?!
Not live…
Cause the hollow shell is just a hollow shell
But there’s no more life within…

Poem: It's Useless

It's Useless...
Odds stacked against you
Living in a casino and how we get sent through
This whole phase,
when people fake with a mask living in role play stage
Just to satisfy their surroundings till an old age
I’m in my early twenties
and I’m getting so old and gray,
stressed but oh wait…
Maybe I’m shooting craps,
letting this dice rule my life
A slim chance to advance
and succeed but our minds
Have been brainwashed
to dream of these dreams
But it seems these seams are just a line-ing
of our lives in which we can’t redeem
Gotta keep a straight face
But I feel I don’t need to bluff
this stuff that I go through
But Fuck! I had enough,
I know I’m gambling everyday it’s like
I’m playing texas hold em with life but wait
There’s more…
And there always will be,
till shit kills me
I don’t ride rollercoasters for the thrills see
but yet I’m will-ing
So whatchu think about that shit?
Sometimes my head hurts with migraines
driving on a long stretch of a highway
shits drilling MY brain
and nowadays they emphasize not to get high, but hey…
we gonna die someday,
and it doesn’t necessarily kill,
well, eventually...
so does cigarettes,
or sex with ya ex that cheated on you and now ya'll got S-T-D’s
that transferred rapidly,
but these funds are insufficient
itching to save
bitching everyday
listening to the switching ways
of how bitches say
money doesn’t make people hap-pay
but not having money does?!
Get the fuck outta here…
for these bitches with riches,
the higher class
sitting and sipping wine
in a fancy and finer glass
can start switching to sitting up
and kissing my higher ass
cause the economy will rise
like prices of gas
but the rates are half ass,
so let me tell you…
it’s useless…
how we do this
thing called living and abuse this
life we breathe and complain
about life’s a bitch,
work sucks,
you not treated right but shit…
I guess that’s life…
You lose sleep,
work nine to five,
get paid every other week and for why?
To pay bills,
pay for ya living,
Doesn’t it feel like you never receiving but just giving…
Somebody MUST be happy,
but for me, it’s useless…
Just like this poem,
this life we live,
cause honestly,
who would really give a fuck bout this used kid?
It's useless...

Poem: R.I.P. Beauty

I’ve known her for well over a decade
And time quickly passes just like the next day
So Let’s say, time flies
but you don’t realize what’s important in ya life till it flies by,
and it happened to many times cause I
adored her, before the complications happened as we got older
I could always turn to her
when the thickness got thick
and the heaviness was crushing my shoulders
she would listen, never need to speak
though mixed emotions about her had me thinking…
should I get rid of her,
or should I keep her around?
Things worked out to push us apart
but we was bound
To see each again
Maybe not as often, but then
A few weeks ago I saw her,
and she quickly showed that she missed me
Jumped in my arms
wanting me to be with this beauty
Reminiscing the first time I met you,
it was my duty,
my responsibility
To be like your dad,
as you got older you realized just that
But I got more stressed,
busier with life,
I brushed you off
and I could see it in your eyes
You was sadden,
disappointed,
mad at the fact I neglected
Everybody, but especially you
It was truly confusing of her choosing
Made me realize these mistakes I’ve taken was unruly
Now fate took place
those mistakes I’ve made and now it's just too late
To say I’m sorry…
I’m sorry for leaving you at the tough times
I ran cause the stuff I’ve
gone through made me realize I’m not a tough guy
But I tried, to you? Why?
I thought I had an excuse
and now that you’re gone,
I have no clue
damn… don’t ever think twice,
that I will EVER forget you
I wish you were here to understand
I hope, in the next life I get to see you again
May you rest in peace, I’ll see you soon, but until then…
We all miss you beauty… R.I.P. Beauty - not just a pet... but family...

Poem: Lost Ship at Sea - Me

I’m in this ship lost in this
poisonous and treacherous sea… shit!
Surrounded by this forbidden fruit to quench my thirst
I just need a cup of water cause I DO
get thirsty like any of YOU
But this need to survive tempts me
and it hurts not only physically but mentally
If I drink the water that encircles my boundary
I may die almost instantly
Is that the cowards way out hounding me relentlessly?!
I'm not sure,
honestly I don’t know how to articulate
what’s on the greater state of mind
from mine and "NO!"
I can’t answer the question why
even if I did,
there’s always another waiting in line
So "WHY" even try
to take a sip
When piranhas are ready to dine
if I attempt
to drink this poisonous wine
so I can’t even commit
suicide without at least suffering to die
trapped in contempt
and I can’t quite read between the lines
no matter how many signs, I see
without fluids running through my system,
it prevents him… ME! From living,
but I’m living for that one thing
that’s giving me the strength
to think twice about even attempting
to take that drink, a sip
I’ll skip taking a dip
from getting my skin ripped
from piranhas but what if I slip?
And fall deep beneath,
I’ll get more than just a sip,
I’ll be asleep for eternity
Should I have faith?
Should I let hope pave the way?
Should I trust some bullshit luck?
Should I give up the will power and not give a fuck?
This shit is tough
when you on a rough path,
but I guess this separates a man
from a bitch ass
The strong from the weak,
a victory from defeat
To stand tall or be on ya knees,
I see
Myself working my way up
cause I can’t quit this shit or slow down at full speed

Pet Peeves - Slow Drivers

My first official entry for 'pet peeves.'

I was driving to work the other day - late as usual - and of course I get stuck behind the slowest driver. I couldn't pass him (or her) either because we were on a single lane street. I understand if they're lost or a student driver or something, but come on!

The speed limit is 25 mph on the side streets and this person was going less than 20. Are you serious?! 20?! Of course, this person decides they want to guide me all the way to my job.

You would think by tailgating them, that they would get the point but no.

So, I tried to be slick and take another side street to go around. If I went fast enough, I could end up on the main street in front of them...

I guess I wasn't fast enough. As I went around the corner, there they were driving slowly but surely right past me.

"Damn!"

I was late for work. Oh well, at least it doesn't happen on a regular basis.

Poem: Negativity Conquers the Mind

These decisions that I'm making without thinking
got me sinking in quicksand
without a helping hand.
"Let me get out!!!"
but I can’t
The more I exert my efforts,
the harder it is.
The more I suffer,
but I can’t feel it hurting me
and I don't understand.
It just strikes in an instance,
no resistance even tempted,
my strength gets diminished,
is that why I am no longer an innocent child
but just a menace?
And my negatives
conquering my well being
Seeing the world as a Machiavellian man
and I can't stop deceiving
I'm receiving in a cycle of negativity
transferring to others
But it just ends up back at me,
so why should I bother?
No matter if I'm in the limelight,
I'm still trapped in the dark.
No matter if I try to set my mind positive,
I still receive a shock...
of this damn negativity.
First or last,
it's either I initiate it
because I predict it'll be inflicted upon me,
or retaliate
cause you always have to watch your back
yet it's beyond me.
I always get harassed,
but you gotta move past that bullshit…
I just gotta live my life to the fullest…
so fuck this negativity!

Poem: Love is a Drug

I’ve been injected with cerium
rejected in life but sufficed
combined in a relationship of love that reincarnated my life
twice the drug and overdose
remotely inhaled the smoke
and I float high in a love boat
and I won't let go,
I keep rowing...
I keep going back cause I became a fanatic,
a drug addict,
a rehabilitation wouldn't facilitate my love passion
there's no love guessin,
no love askin to share
selfish with the drug but if someone cared about love so much,
do you think anybody else would ever share?
the world's greedy
needin' this drug to please 'em,
pleadin for more to overdose
leading to the meaning they've been seeking
trying to explore
but didn't know the remedy is the only cure
to make their lives complete…
love is the only drug for me

Poem: On the Frontline In My Mind

We’re on the frontline with a hunters mind
But we’re just a pawn piece at most
living in the gutters grime
like we don’t exist cause we’re ghost
so close to post notes sufficient enough to quote what I wrote
but we’re silenced like we’re choked which denotes
they got us in a tight grasp by our throats
yo “let me go!!!”
but why would they? It’s the thirst for power
that devours our self-esteem extreme with this scheme
that streams loud like it screams constantly blinding me
cause I looked directly at the sun beam which means
I can’t see what the hell is grabbing me so it seems
I gotta start swinging
randomly,
no matter what the fuck they demand from me
I don’t negotiate with terrorists that terror kids
Cause no matter how Errorless
I may think,
I’mma mirror image of them so in sync
Cause basically I’m linked
mind to mind
Eye to eye, why ask why
When I’m that guy
Seemingly on the frontline, ready to kill
Steady to drill a hole, when I got hold of myself by the throat
YO “ I CAN’T LET GO!”
And I’m GHOST!

Introduction - 'Dat' Poetry and Pet Peeves

'Dat' Poetry and Pet Peeves - why in the world would I put these two together?

I guess, first of all, more than likely no one's going to read my introduction.

But my answer is also a question, "Why not?"

I'm a poet and I write poetry/rhymes/lyrics more than I write blogs entries. I used to record music and poetry in form of rap/hiphop but I took an extended break from recording because that was a hobby and it's not a priority in my life right now.

Though, throughout my life, I start getting bothered by a lot of small things. I'm not going to die over them, but they're just simple pet peeves. So, in addition to my poetry, I decided I would incorporate both to mix it up. Cause I know a lot of you guys have similar pet peeves.

All my poems are about me in some way - about my life, what's on my mind, what I see in my surroundings, etc. If you read my poetry, you will know me better than you might know me now. Which, I'm sure many of you don't know me to begin with.

I will post poems daily and also pet peeves a few times a week (depending on how many things bother me).

But if you like my poetry and would like me to write a poem for you, I will do that as well. Though, I charge $5 per poem but if it does not meet your requirements, I will refund the $5 to you. Feel free to contact me at whojaybe@datcurious.com and put in the subject line "Poem for me."

All and all, I hope you guys enjoy my poetry, and um, pet peeves.