Thursday, October 10, 2019

Wrapped Up My Life in Rhyme, it's got a Rap kinda beat. Can't write music notes & other sweet stuff.

Gotta
cervical 
dystonia
that's crampin' 
my style 
just a little
too shaky 
 to drive 
for awhile.
Got a 
little too 
anxious
was afraid 
I'd wreck 
and it would
 hurt my smile.
*
I'm a 
Bipolar too
got some moods 
that like
to swing
glad they're 
having fun 
cause it's 
nothing 
to sing.
I quit work, 
I quit living.
I was 
much too 
forgiving, 
so I finally 
left the ring;
the kind of 
men I was 
used to 
gave me sorrows, 
gave me strife. 
So I,
recreated 
my whole life
love my cats, 
love to write, 
there's no need 
to be 
treated 
like a
doormat wife.
***
It's like,
overnight 
a dead poet
moved into 
my rafters
Left a message 
for me 
and a whole 
new chapter,
Got some sense 
up my sleeves
and I'm a little 
bit raptured,
reelin' left and 
fallin' right 
cause my  
heart's been 
captured.
*
Don't think 
I'm crazy, 
I'm a little too 
structured,
hoping my 
hiatal hernia 
don't rupture 
cause I 
gotta dream
and I wanna 
make it come true
*
Gotta 
rhyming thing 
with a word 
association, 
seems like
I've turned into 
a rhyming creation,
Maybe 
I'll move 
to a 
rhyming 
new nation 
where I
can stay cool.
Not foolin',
it wasn't 
my notion 
to transform 
overnight 
into a 
 rhyming 
machine, 
but for me, 
it's like a 
dream come true. 
*
Took a 
rhyming 
vacation
 while sleepin' 
sound hours,
now I'm 
rhyming 
wit and reason 
all over
the flowers.
Won't stop,
cause it seems 
like I love 
this vocation 
need some 
brand new caps 
on my 
yellow old teeth.
*
Channeling 
a dead poet 
was my first 
notion
cause I don't
freestyle
on this side
of the ocean
Got a breeze 
in the window
and cats on my bed.
Can't see 
if there's some 
dead poet stuck
inside my head!
*
Neuro-
plas-ti
ci-ty 
is when your 
brain is rewired,
caught a ride
to some
grey cells and
they're not fried.
It's like 
a new 
property 
has moved 
into my head,
*
Got up, 
to have a 
cup of 
coffee 
and started
writing instead.
Wound down
with a 
lemon drink
so I'm
gonna chill 
on a
black daybed; 
gotta full 
metal bed
in a room 
full of junk 
but there 
just ain't 
room there 
for me to bunk.
*
That five 
o'clock somewhere 
is now 
5 am here
wrote off and on 
for two hours,
and no,
 it's not time 
for a beer,
it's time for 
instant coffee 
which I can 
drink slow, 
 don't need 
no flours 
but got some
cookies 
to go... 

***
© MSK Oct. 10, 2019
~~~
(It's after 2pm and I've been composing and editing off and on for quite awhile. Forgot to mention my Cervical Dystonia and Bipolar 1, so I backed up, and added more lines. Still not satisfied, but that's typical for me. I also have a little OCD. I'm adept at editing my own work, too bad I'm terrible at editing out some of the clutter in my home. lol Finally finished that coffee, made another, finally ate my chocolate chip/pecan cookies and took my meds, also had to stop to feed all the cats,  both the indoor and the feral ones. lol)












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