Transition
By Eric Deshawn Holliday
Death is the least of my concerns.
I’ve accepted the episode of the future.
My stay on earth is a trip from “America to Dubai”.
I’m no longer terrified of my last inhalation.
It’s the natural sequel of existing;
The mandatory passage of dimensions;
Only to the believers of the afterlife.
My spirit moves mountains without my body.
My soul solves problems and shows me signs while I unconsciously dream.
Electric energy clicked with matter and flesh;
Subtract matter and flesh and I receive death.
But where does my electric energy go?
As I vision my up-and-coming funeral.
I keep viewing my open casket from the air as if I’m a ghost.
Through my peripheral sides,
I see a massive audience in attendance.
The ceremony was expensive.
I must have been admired and stand-outish.
Cry for me out of happiness of the triumphs I gained over the evil.
Cry for me for the change and entertainment I inflicted on the world in positive and satisfactory ways.
Cry for me to assure yourself that someone will be crying for you next.
I’m a noteworthy and remarkable person.
I’ll be remembered before and after my transition.
Progression
By Eric Deshawn Holliday
I feel in love with progression:
Like flies on a feces platter
Like mosquitos stalking a porch’s light in the dark of night
Like ants on a scoop of ice cream –
That fell off its cone in the midst of summer.
The fall was introduced by a slip and slide fiasco.
Instead of landing on spike strips as usual
I landed on a mattress that motivated my actions.
I’ve gotten comfortable.
I’m fetching comforters so this forever cuddle session could stay warm.
I’ve cannonballed splashed in the lake of knowledge
When it cultivates into wisdom.
I’ll have the direction towards the ocean.
The water from my dive soaks you with an advanced baptism.
The way I French kiss with development
I can’t keep my tongue out of her mouth
I’ve been cheating on poetry because…
I fell in love with progression.
Convertible Top
By Eric Deshawn Holliday
My head has a convertible top.
I suffer from knowledge storms
destroying my interior.
My brain cells wear and tear from
disastrous wrinkles.
Started learning from experiences of
my own,
now I learn from experiences of
others:
Skipping over mind farts.
Curiosity kills a cat.
Thinking in overdrive, my mind’s in
need of anti-freeze,
the results of brain power and
brain wave shocks in collaboration.
Everyone’s starting to think I’m weird,
I embrace being majorly odd;
beats being basic and common.
Personal development is the best thing
life has to offer,
Statistics reveal, the majority turn
down the olive branch.
I sit in the front row seats because
the audience is empty,
Plenty of room for scholars and pioneers.
I’m 5G status,
my critics are 3G thinkers still buffering.
I’m flexing with my mental,
going viral without social media.
I blew the rooftop off my scalp,
my head is a convertible top.
Time is of the Essence
By Eric Holliday
Time blows by
I’ll never know when it’ll end
Even though I’ve tailored all my plans to the ending
Unpredictable
Like a craps game roll
So I live up in the moment
Striking sevens and elevens
Beaues tommoorrow could hold
Snake eyes or tweleve
And instantly you’ll be left
With my outer covering
Mourning a body that no longer has a spirit
They say the days are long
But the years are very short
That’s why I shoot for the solar flare with my reactions
The way I’m blazing trails
They go label me an arson
No need to go backwards
Or stare up in the rearview
Focus on your presence and
Creep up on your future
Staying stuck in the past
They go consider you a stranded cat
I’m surfing gnarly on them
And they can’t even catch a wave
I’m incarcerated
And they’re the ones who are free
But compare our results
And you’ll think vice versa
They’re out there in the way
I think that we should swap places
Time is of the essence
Regardless of locations.
Dysfunctional Love
by Eric Deshawn Holliday
Dysfunctional love isn’t proper love
If it isn’t proper love, it’s not correct love
If it’s not correct love, it’s wrong love
If it’s wrong love, it’s mistaken love
If it’s mistaken love, it has to be resolved
Because dysfunctional love can never be proper –
Until you study every definition of love
To master all the meanings
In order to learn how to love correctly
Because love has around a dozen representations.
Pure love deserves to come without negative features
Because negative features relay it to becoming
Dysfunctional.
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