Lamenting on truest of lives…

I did plan it

I had no Qualm; about going through with it

The date was set

I need to get things in order 

Fire up the tape recorder 

Let everyone know I love them 

It’s about me, wasn’t about you

Get outta my head

Build a new life 

Try new things, maybe go clean 

What am I trying to accomplish?

What am I trying to escape?

Sometimes I feel like it’s too late 

But it’s not, it’s ego talking 

Universe help me out

I wanna get these feelings out

Stuck, lost, off track, astray

Moving, found, clear, focused 

It’s what I’m after…..

©Marcus Caesar 

Come One, Come All

Here ye.    Here ye.

Everyone is welcome 

Come into my home 

Tell me your stories

Life experiences and such

Welcome aboard 

My train, no judge or jury

No hurry to confirm 

To the harshness of society 

Bring your gifts, share your talents 

Let’s all learn together 

Color blind in my eyes

We all have the same insides 

My place  so kiss your girl, kiss your dude

Kiss both on different days, respect 

Hold hands in harmony, peace

Be with us, Hospitality to 1000th degree

Come stay with me

Take me to your land so I can learn all I can

A great time had by all

I promise one and all

Universe my mind and heart is open…..

©Marcus Caesar

scared, so you write through it….

Dreams are real, vivid productions, high quality writing. Making them come true could be the hard part, afraid to share your art never knowing if you could brighten someone’s day or save a life. 

Stuck in the same place , to everything and everyone you know. The encouragement is there from your peers and everywhere but you can’t find it inside yourself, it’s like your deaf to your own praise.

Prayers and meditation that’s what they say, invest in your life, things work out great that way. I’ve been diligent in this practice all along but it’s not enough to make me strong. Strong enough to make that move, Pursue my dreams.

Life is always changing, I’m still holding on. I’ll have to do it and adjust later. I may fail which makes me shudder with fear, but what else do I do dear? Cry about it, sulk about it, whine about it. Will that make things better? I doubt it.

It’s tiring. 

©MarcusCaesar

Tenacious and Strong (Precious Metal)

              

I want it. I need it.

My breath I can see it

The victory can taste it

The solitude I face it

Unshakable the drive

Too bad I hold it deep inside

So many roads to take

Can’t I just choose one avenue and be great?

Unwavering in my approach 

Determined in my education 

Learning as much, as fast as I can

Trying to be great, not mediocre man

Take it seriously but not so seriously 

Take it easy but don’t be easy

To be fooled into doing things that 

Take you off your path

I will succeed, thrive

I will survive, strong-willed

Practice makes perfect 

Comparison may be certain 

Tho Tenacious I deserve this 

A life I love ❤️ 

©Marcus Caesar 

Take this (fortune) and run…


What would you do if it came to you?

Would you give it away, drink it away

Use it to slay all the demons that may

Come in the night, taking all of the light

Buy a new house, get up off the couch

Make your dreams come true

Give it away to family or charity 

To some they are one and the same 

Use it to shift blame

On all the horrors the world see’s

Feed a hungry country, feed a hungry soul

They say money comes with problems 

They say money solves all problems 

Do you listen to what they say?

Hide away, maybe change your name

Help take care of some of the pain

Of comparison, of ego, of wanting, needing 

Be chill, buy a car, a significant other

Would it teach you to love one another 

Fortune like this could change ones life

Enhance it, break it down

Get the tools make it last, time goes fast

One day your broke, next day you’re rich

But it’s hard to fix

What’s all inside, nope money can’t hide

So what would you do?

Would you let this money handle you?

©MarcusCaesar

A shot of light n life (elixir)

Guardian Angel hear my plea

Come rescue me

Depression has come calling 

Loud, strong, impressionable 

Feeling stuck, caged in you could say

Tell me something, make my day

Brighter, sunnier

Love letters to my heart

An elixir for my woes

Deep thinking, contemplating 

Just letting go, leaving it all behind 

Comparison is death at my age, any age

Oh sage, walk with me, talk with me

Give me the magic to mix this life

Into something I’d love, even like

Grant me the greatest gift 

Of being able to see the world in all

its glory, is it by telling stories?

One year older, hair a bit grayer 

I would like a sign for the piece of mind

To move forward knowing that life can be a 

Challenge and the storm I’m in won’t always

Be this way, oh heavens I pray 🙏🏽

Your Elixir would be most helpful whatever 

It may be, I kneel and bow to thee. 

Be the guide.

©Marcus Caesar

Daddy Lessons 

“Dad what’s a faggot? “he wouldn’t look at me he just kept driving. It seemed like miles had passed before he spoke. “Why would you ask me some shit like that, you heard your mom say that?”

” I just wanted to know because I heard some boys call somebody that in class and the boy started crying.”Next thing I know there was a bop bip bop and there was a swoosh sound and then my dad saying FUCK real loud. We pull into a motel on the highway and just sit there. 

Silence fills the car as time seems to drag. “Well it looks like we got a flat tire my dude and I don’t think I have a fucking spare.” Call uncle Darrell I say, he got a big truck to come help us don’t he like to fix things? My dad continues “before I do let’s talk about living with your mom since I’ve been gone is everything good, ain’t nobody fucking with you Is they? I look at him and we both smile.”it’s OK I say she is grumpy most of the time but she lets she lets me eat Taco Bell all the time,but dad you didn’t answer my question what is a faggot?” 

My dad,never at a loss for words took extra time to answer too long for my taste. A deep breath in and he begins explain “you know I made a vow to myself and to you when you were a little dude to always tell you the truth because that’s where I want you to be empowered, I will always support the truth tellers and the real people. Authenticity is how you live your best life son it’s where it’s at and don’t you forget that shit.The word faggot i believe is a slur used to make it seem wrong to like someone of the same sex, some use it to describe a gay man.” 

My brow immediately furrowed and he continued “some folks want everybody to be the same, have the same beliefs, act the same, love the same and that my dude is not how the world works.” It kind of made since to me since the boy they picked on acted girly, kids thought he liked other boys. He continued “the word faggot is a term that tries to make gay people feel bad about themselves and make them mad and sad.” 

I asked him “did you call anybody a faggot when you were younger?” He pulled out his cell phone and started to dial while speaking to me “I wasn’t the smart young dude like you so yeah, I used that word before I knew what it meant.I bet not ever catch you using it you hear me!”

My 10-year-old brain comprehended that with surprising ease but I was now hungry and though I had more questions he was on the phone talking to my uncle and I was mesmerized watching the 18 wheelers go by. 

©Marcus Caesar

*In response to the prompt Slur*
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singer sings, people listen.

The season is here

The big awards are given out

Music to film, around this time

Lights never dim

I’ve always wanted to be part of the culture 

Entertaining the masses

Some days I feel like putting in the work 

Some days I want to wallow in the hurt

Of self doubt and what if’s

The universe is showing me 

That I have lessons to learn and to teach

Preach if you will, through lyrics or through 

Song, that’s how most folks get it on

I’m afraid to share you see, message 

May not be received, told to go back in

Fighting against that, lessons resumed

Eager to learn again, no expectations 

Will you hear my song?  💘

©Marcus Caesar 

In response to Sound

Step into it, be fabulous dahling….

                                {Including Me}
                              

     

Told by a co-worker you should have more confidence in yourself 

Confidence doesn’t come easy, based on the belief that if I think too highly people will make it there mission to take me down

Which brings the point that people are not thinking of me as much as I think of me

People have said “you’re handsome”, but would people actually say “you ugly”?

I overthink, I criticize, I realize thats who I am 

If I’m gifted at making acquaintances , own it

If people want to see me smile, do it 

If the leadership at my job wants me to lead and that’s the end goal anyway, don’t shrink and automatically recommend someone else

If you fail, that means you tried right?

In 2017, I’ve gotta step into my greatness and claim my place in this world no backing down 

Most people want me to thrive and I should want that for myself 

And I can’t do that wishing to be someone else 

I step into this place, the table has been set

Now muthafucka you better eat…..
© Marcus Caesar

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Have you ever? 

…wanted so bad to live life on your own terms but so busy comparing that you forgot what your terms were?

…started being attracted to the same sex at a early age but deathly afraid of people finding out so you go into a shell?

…love to sleep because your dream life is one of the happiest places you can go?

…put words in people’s mouths, automatically give them a story as to why they wouldn’t like you without actually knowing that person?

…as a teenager neglect cleanliness about yourself so that it would put up a wall as to keep people out?

…went years without sex because you find your body disgusting?

…go out of your way to make people smile and laugh so that the universe will send people to do the same for you?

…decided that the “fuck it all” attitude is the way to be from here on out, when the world seems way too complicated and you’re sensitive to the energies of that world for better or worse 


…to be continued 



©MarcusCaesar

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