If I (( Neo Soul Poetry ))
By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
Emotions are so very easy to pour,
But sometimes a headache to stomach.
But as I give my thoughts directions home,
I think I gave the wrong address to love.
If I, told you ,
That I am poetry Billie Holiday of my time
Crying through a new era of clouds mumbling
My own type of non sense,
That no one couldn’t understand.
If I, told you that the southern tears
Of my words are like a boarded up house
Caged in streams, with no way out.
If I ,told you, that the field of words I grow,
I never know what foods to use them with.
Until I run out of style. I have a pile of
Hurt, that is being loaded off
To the thrifty charity sale of I, no longer want you
Any more.
If I ,told you I want let my tears rain,
Because every time I start to storm,
I run everyone off like a thief hungry for more.
If I, told you that I day dream about being soundless
And wonder if my tunes will ever be enjoyed.
If I, told you understanding me at times would be easy
Then I lied. I am like a butterfly, that has out grown the
Toddler shoes of shy, and in the middle of the night
I fear closing my eyes. To the home of the shattered
House I once lived in being tormented as the month of July.
If I, told you I must go now.
Because I am close to severely crying .
As I am the Billie Holiday of Julia time.
Julia L. Clark - Herring
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