[Be Mindful] a poem

-because I am perpetually honest,
truth-tipped spearhead,
never believe if I am blunt,
I am without care of your emotional
response. You can go through all our days
intertwined ,drastically ignoring
every other sentence spat from
the exact orifice which seduced
you when first we met;
the seldom statements, the only
few, I implore to be regarded;

"However anyone plays it, I play it straight,"
along equally "I don't respond well to that."
As I twirl round, cocooned
in blessedness, where next to me, you
inhabit the larger coddling womb,

I cannot even fathom a day where
trust entrusted to you will be shattered,
shattering us,spilling the fragments to
a mess, an impossible puzzle,
a Penrose Triangle;
and if we are to part from
that posthumous trust,
know that I reserve the pretentious
principle overruling all others,
of never having fucked you over
Everyday I fear the return of that
possession of genius, strolling
arrogantly as the blues into the
heart of the hamlet;
that melancholic blues itself,
in its inmost self,
is bearable in small doses,
as I don't respond well when
it takes to its own direction,
lingering rather swiftly passing over,
overwhelming the light,
failing in fade,
unable to puncture much more,
with a blade dulled and broken
at its tip.


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Just a Body]