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.