First, I thank my partner in life for coming up with this idea for a new project. I am writing a poetry book with an example of every type of poem that's out there. So far, I've written one of Ginsberg's concoction (The American Sentence), the Japanese invention (haiku), a soon to be a recorded (Spoken Word) piece loosely based on James Joyce's truly iconic form: the (Stream of Consciousness).
What lies below is a sort of old poem. I wrote this 3 years ago, and it came up on Facebook as a memory post. After working it over and over, I feel fairly confident in this liberal version of a (Shakespearean Sonnet), the only difference being in the rhyme scheme.
Oh, and this second Poetry and Song Lyrics Booklet should be released with my first solo music album at the end of 2016 / beginning of 2017. We'll have more on this story as the situation develops.
"Tired of Trying"
The ground massages his tried, tired feet
travels unbound upon barren concrete
All of this reminds him tread lightly
if he wants words to come out politely.
It would mean a lesser pain born nightly
But oh, the times he tried to give and take
only made worse his troubles and heart ache.
And then when he cursed and swore at it all,
it only slightly slowed his certain fall,
leaving only crumbling stones from his wall.
And so he asks of me with final breath:
"Perchance, I solve the riddle before death ?"