Vital Organs (A Haiku)

She damaged the heart
Which led me to do the same
To lungs and liver

Just Jamie

I am in love
With one I can't have
She is with him
Cuz he is all that

I try to hide
What is eating me inside
That Green Eyed Monster
Named Jealousy

The more it grows
I know it shows

I am like a toy to her
A little boy to her
Him?
He is all that
He is Joy to her

She is perfect for me
Does she know that I am perfect for her?
I am...

She is not all that
But for me she is more
I've had all that before
She is better for sure

She has my heart and doesn't even know it
I didn't know it
No one knows
Cuz I let no emotions show it

She grew on me like a Chia-Pet
She is more
Cuz she hasn't withered yet

But there is still him
He is all that
Me?
I'm just Jamie, I'm just Jealous.
But no one knows
Not him not her not no one
Just Jamie
Just Jealousy.

Faces Amongst The Leaves

As we lay watching the trees
Sway in the night breeze
You taught me to open my eyes
To see the faces amongst the leaves

And though I first denied
You led me to believe
Til I too saw the beauty
Of the faces amongst the leaves

Logical eyes would still try to deny
And refuse to see their art
But no matter how skeptical the futile spectacles
Were no match for the longing heart

but believing can be painful
As time would soon tell
Cause it is the fall, and along with the leaves
Those faces also fell

Maybe they will come back in spring
But as for now its clear
Reality has so painfully set in
The Faces are no longer there
The trees are cold and bear

Buried Talents

"I haven't sang in years"
"You sure"
"Yeah I'm Sure"
"Fall in line Girl Scout"

Gale practically begged me to never stop writing. Said I had real "talent". It was her that also introduced me to that story in the bible about the 3 sons and their talents. Guess I buried mine.

Problem is when you've been blessed with all sorts of talents how do you utilize all of them? And if you do attempt to utilize all of them, how do you become the best at one...

Jack of all trades - Master of none....

....the irony of my life. Above average at everything I try (except singing). But I would trade it in to be the best at just one...
.... I think.

I am dancing on 64 squares for hours after hours, day in and day out. Trying to be the Grandest of all Masters. Right now, thats my best oppurtunity of being the best. In college it was spades "Dot it up Baby!!" and them Bones... "Dominoe Bitchez". As a kid, it was every video game that was ever made. Street Fighter was my favorite... Zangief was the man. "Think you can keep me off you if you want... Even that cheap ass Blanka shit is futile"

They say "There will always be somebody better."
But who are THEY?
Probably everybody except the best.

So do I utilize all of my Talents, or focus on that one? As a Libra I need my balance. But I also am vain.

Chess utilizes my love for the arts, as well as my mathematical precision... My competitive hunger, as well as my uncanny problem solving genious... My Creative Logic, and Logical Creativity... Blitz or untimed... it doesn't matter... I'll whoop your ass. Well at least about 95% of the populations asses... But that just ain't good enough.

But my writing has suffered... My public speaking has suffered... My basketball game has really suffered... My mack game has disapeared. Maybe thats cuz I haven't been on the scene for nearly 10 years.

Fuck it. I'll figure it out.