THIS IS ALL WE HAVE

It has come to this
war of the words and these words against the world
truth is, you ain't ready to hear the message we spit
expressing are deepest thoughts from mind to pen
open books letting lose closed spirits,
beating hearts bump to everything we vent

they don't want to advertise us
they don't want to televise us
listeners are afraid to subscribe to us
politicians don't want to ride with us
they beep are messages, "its in God we trust"
but you can't convince the devils helpers
so are words will eventually die with us

Shhh
see no wants to hear clearly, so they make noise while we are speaking
very few want us to demonstrate proof to what we are reading
the scary truth is
that we speak truth in volumes
so they block all sounds, when they fear what they are hearing

liars representing the public want to;
sensor our words
gag our mouths,
cut off our tongues
inject us with hallucinates to make us forget!!
What we think, has to stay trapped in the undergrounds we run
they should never meet the surface
or touch the radio air ways
because someone might just listen

Our every word is combine to form lines
and these very lines end with action words
that end in rhyme
rhymes are reason to bring you back to define the last line
are reasons need no reasons when we recite and write
on the dotted line

I heard the pen is mightier than the sword
though when we're collabing with the tongue
it always seems to cause damage, while striking cords
Its funny how we are all free to speak our minds
but what comes out of our mouths,
seem to instigate verbal wars
and with these restrictions
poetry is the beginning of hurt and truth
oppositions are forming enemies
by creating haters through spoken word youths
with untruthful scores of hated words
through rappin spoofs

truth speaks volume, as lies influences minds
truth hurts ratings, but empty venues are on the rise
filled seats mean profits
cancelled shows, is a lost of ap publics interest
leaves your viewers going for an exit to catch an artist message
spoken word is a gain to add names to minds at lost
lost is when we make up the majority of listeners
listeners are the seat fillers, paid billers,
insuring you, your poetry venues don't get lost

we are spreading like diseases,
for a wild flower we are agitating weeds
we are your commercials
inserts in books you read
we are the exhale and inhales
the hungry wants before your needing
we are the cuts, and then the band aids
when words inflict pain to wounds that are bleeding
we revive you, when you die on us speaking your thoughts
I guess we are the reason why you're still breathing

I'm reaching out to all my poets
I know of the struggles sometimes
make your heart hurt like mine
cause we are force to hold back what we think and say,
this inner connection to what we feel displays on face
bodies filled with wordily suppression
heart pumps for oxygenated expression
thoughts are release in messages and make some kind of connection
these expression start with us saying
saying produces sounding of words
words we speak to become spoken heard
Fear of hearing makes outsiders neglect us
it took this long for readers and listeners to accept us
slipping on the tongues has leaders rejecting us
So why the fuss???
you created this mis guided madness
procreating off springs to help you correct your issh
now your disappointments make you mad
starring at your wrong doings, might make you laugh
but your laugh in darkness is frown formed like sadness
just admit it,
there's more of us forming in your futures past
don't go against us, jump on the wagon in your path

Let the poets speak messages in poetry,
cause the truth is
THIS IS ALL WE HAVE......

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

ALTERATION

I'm, I am the name that you can say so freely
when your mind comes clear of me
that's when...
inspiration, starts to become the introduction to my nick name
see I remind of you of everything going wrong
so let me explain

Feelings hurt, or should I, as a man, feel some shame
that I'm only a thought through works of painted art
and tainted leakage through pen drops
but my way of treating you, is far from where your mind stops
see your heart may beats to a Congo for me
but when its near me,
well it beats in fear when its here with me, then those loving beats drop
and I'm not sure, if you're praying at the door way before you walk in
or do you anoint my surroundings when I'm not looking
cause the truth is

You and I are looking for a one good day after another
I don't even bother
because,
with 1500 plus cellular minutes to use
my unlimited texting shows 6577 in the month of June
and that's not the good days and reflecting back to good times
those are the unclosed  for the arguing days of petty grays
the nonsense, that's now starting to make sense
so we should have made some kind of sense that day
and like a new pair of slacks unhemed
I need to fix this problem
and get things slightly aligned until its straight
but how can I make such a move
when it feel like I'm Hilary Clinton having a Sarah Palin debate
nah, let me wait
I'll take that back
but let us attempt to be exact... or either on the same page

your diaries of penmanship's shared on pages
graduating and making its way on stages
are plots of confessions that you claim out of your mouth
"it was never written about you, or for you"
I didn't mention your name
So do I feel this much guilt when every line silently calling my name
if wasn't directed towards me
how come days later in a confession of how your feeling indirectly towards me through poetry
I won't take battling a thin line of love and hate
strings hanging, material coming apart like our love
we need to sew together this dividing towards separation
stitch it up, fix this up and for this loving Alteration.

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

POTLUCK

Waiting on the next storm to come
because I like the outcome of storms.
They bring refraction of light in multiple beams
the kind you only find when we daydreaming and wishing
I'm so anxious to feel the greatness and rewards of a emotional-
feeling for another who is feeling for me
no more chasers,
no more excuses about past abuse that made me hide-
in the barriers that keeps me from ever loving again.
Its coming soon, I seen the signs from HIM
So let it rain and storm
until cold showers defeats the humidity of failure
I'm running in the direction where the colors end
to get to my Pot of Gold of loving someone again.

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

WHO FADDA

Ladies,
I said ladies?
If you want to know if he is the one
to be the connections without protection
more than a erection and than ejaculation
to be a eternal man more than a minute in seconds
the one who you call the fadda of your daughter or son
instead of the bust off and get up and then he gone

then ask him this?

How much is my love is really worth?
see..
if he love you that much
how come none of your dates didnt include
a blood test
and lets wait a while to the results back
So how come he never asked you out for a date to labcorp
see only takes one time
for imperfection,
to go inside without protection
to come out and say oh no
I think I got an affection
or,
ooops my bad,
when you heard a pop from the top
of his latex protection

lets make the question even better
instead of chanting these how good its is words
during the time he be stroking
starting chanting out loud you want his baby
stop what you doing
take off the plastic
and put your unborn kids in me
see if his stroke is progressing with happiness, he want that
or is he making faces, while slowing paces, then pulls out confused and slowly...then moves away
far, far away
no where to be found until he wants to see that kid one day
of his life 18 year life
only to fulfill the curiousity of rumors and he says, she says
that him and the child might look a like!

or lets take your future investment in damage much higher
ask him, why havent I seen or heard you talk about your fadda
who is your inspiration as a fatherly figure
and tell me about your role
and involvement as mentor to younger kids lacking this niggas
your income is straight, but can you handle a third mouth plus her mouth on your plate
when she screaming, I'm late???
what about your other kids you talk about
the one you never seen him with
always going out,
trips out of town
with your boys, not your kids you plan to hang out with

now you want to be with she, implant a seed
even when in the back of your mind
she aint THE ONE you want to spend your life with

see,
I'm not calling you a dead beat
but the road you go as a fatherly role
make us good ones look like dead meats

So who Fadda

Woman don't open your legs when his kisses beg
no let em side, if he aint covering his ride
see its ok to keep condoms in your nights stand
when he forgets
shyt,
break out all the different name brand and sizes
for those who claims, girl theres only certain ones that my dick can only fit

Who fadda

Hes there for you in 9 minutes of pleasure
so what makes you think he going to be there
nine month during your evolving treasures
his patience to wait for the pussy was shorter
than getting the pussy
so analyze the possibilites,
that there's no future of you and he
where is the smiles and happiness
when a baby is coming out the pussy
like the excitement he get when he is going in the pussy

Who fadda

If he does own up and take claim before that day
no need to entrapp him to keep him
by giving the newborn child his name
far more than neccessary,
since you never had I love you's or ring on your wedding hand
then he was a eternal one night stand
everytime he got the ass
you werent in his future as the other half
just a ass in half in his plotting of getting ass plans
you calling him your baby daddy
when this boy claiming to be a man
never was a making of idolizing daddy
not even a guraunteed with a 18 year warranty
baby daddy or donor provider payment plan

So when you get approach on days like fathers day
with that question
who is your baby daddy
who is your childs father
you knew it during insemenation
3 weeks of fertilization
10 minutes of humping before ejaculation
the responsibility was yours while the donor there
your the parent in both roles
you know the answer was right here

Who FADDA??????

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

P-VITE

Purple satin sheets

Matching purple towels

With lavender baths

Jasmine, vanilla and Kush smoke

Fitted nightie, above knees

With purple slide on high heels, with open toes

Wine flavored black and mild smoke

One wine glass Goblet for two, sweet taste of Moscato

my hands catching your secreting, your hands on my throttle

Surround sound playing DVD, "Love Jones"

Reciting pieces with our flickering tongues

Muscle throbbing through fitted,

Blood flowing, total strain, pre-Cuming

Open window during pouring rain

hollowing winds making candle flames wave

blue light will high light our silhouette

bonding, thrusting and grinding

intertwine like pretzels

passion, purple passions

releases of screams in purple tears

two bodies numb

laid in soils passed out from the actions

This is a P-vite,

Except it and let us be this poem!

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

CLOSURE.........30/30 (NPM)

I've traveled many roads but this one was the hardest
30 days of full time thinking,
this must be the true spirit of a poet
Everything from new titles,
exclusively incorporating new words and phrases
development of inspirational messages
reigniting the fire in mics and stages

these are my personal chapters
comprise from sentences, paragraphs to form pages
the results
you learning me
in turn
I'm learn myself
not just another poet
another poem
another book added to some library's shelf
I become a poetical help
a GPS guidance to literature's renovation
My thoughts are the ideas
the pen is the implemented plantation
spoken word births a NEW WORD nation
self creation
based on revelations
a title is a piece initiated on a first brick to foundation
a poem is a listeners vision from his/her salvation

so in conclusion
I've written to satisfy my releases in vented pieces
created entries for a hard back, no longer holding back
these are my thoughts, views, ideas and feelings
My ash Wednesday to Palm Sunday
our 30 day fasting
Last line
ending thought from one mind
I close this piece with Peace
a book composed
as the book unfolds
this piece will close
with my mind finding.............CLOSURE!

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

40/40............29/30 (NPM)

4:30am-1:00pm break in between
3:00pm-11:00pm this is my Monday thru Friday routine
When do I have time to sleep
socializing, is it a possibility
probably not!

Government civil service  in the day
I'm a provided staffer at night
8 plus 8 equals 16
the story of my life

Is it greed?
Of course it is
A want or a need?
A little of both
see I want to keep myself busy
I need to earn more money
Primary job is not quite doing it
plus I'm working on my business degree

Its almost the hustle you find in the DMV
everything is business before fun
networking by the time the conversation is done
but with me
it has no substance, all these years and very little goals
more money leads to yearly owing of taxes
for this
I have nothing to show
I have retirement plans
savings plans
but my savings and checking accounts
verbally say, " you have nothing man"

So I am back where I stand,
well sitting right now
let us equate?
so that's two 40's
not the drinking bottles
the two 8 hours times 5 days
to get me????

That's right!!!

Absolutely nothing!

See the money I thought I could have left over
has become many of my billing plans roll over
extra money to pay off taxes that in fact
I pay all year
extra change to get back and forth to my Job(s) and place
and petro $3.91 for regular so I'm slowing one in a losing race
minus these amounts to the cost of eating
amount of living
wasted cost of driving
and total sum from two incomes
NOTHING
now that's an invested outcome.

Stuck on 40/40

By LeRoy Goetzendanner