New Shit

Category: Writing and Poetry

I though it was time for a new poem. Well at least its new to yall. I'm on a writing hiatus.

Theres no title.

I'm six-foot-four
And you still can't see me
Be wth me for years and not understand what it means to C me
Maybe if you could read a
thousand words at once you might get the picture
But many of you won't feel the
whole worth even if I look at it with you
And when I ask why you don't
You think because I won't
let you in
- Wait rewind some
I meant to ask why you won't
I mean - 'cause you don't
get it then
Shit it's as simple as complex could be
Simply try not to read someone
else's complexity in context with me
And don't do it vice versa to me
Because individuality means
each one's a different person to me
So why would one think one's standards apply to me
Or even to think I'm standard conventionally
I'm Jason
Jason Sloan
And on the phone
I might say
From LA
But that ain't where I stay
So what is this game I play
I may be speaking on my plan to roam
And eventually return home
Try to understand when
I go off on a tangent
My original plan
Is to expand
On who this man is
Since y'all don't understand when
Sheep travel across foreign lands
It's probably not sheep you began with
Hell you could get me on infinite bandwidths
But only one of me exists
So even though all my channels play different music
All of them are me with different gifts
And all these gifts God gave me
On my original birthday
After mom and dad made me
And when I fall God saves me
Hell I ain't no fool
I follow his rule
I do what he says do
If it ain't in the book
I won't do
Cuz when you follow man
Instead of God's plan
You'll never win

You know what?...I may not be done with this. But here it is anyway. Me Vale Verga.