Real Life requires me to make real money
Real money requires me to work long hours
Long hours take up my whole day
My whole day is done
And yet here I am
still real
but bruised...
Black-eyed, snaggle-toothed
Loosing strength with every breath
Real life is a consistent abuser
Corrupted by greed,
life does misdeeds
That feed of my misfortunes
And then leaves me for dead
And here I am
still real
but not a victim...
Beaten by the bricks and cement
The open-ended stares
The expected keep expecting
every month another expectation
they pile up like waste
they press into my skin to taste
they look to my face but not in my eyes
And here I am
still real
physically in pain but mentally content
That's my revenge
My mind will never be owned
The devilish functions of life will never even reach the tissue
Cuz real life is a bitch
Real hope keeps me from being fucked
I'm weak in my exterior
but mental compacity is a first class secure facility
So here I am
Still REAL
and ready for life
Friday, December 19, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Between Passes(ages)
Blending becomes a deep quiet
Breathing until it continues
Bending unto it doth soon cause
Breaking
Which mends the bends that I blend
Atomology into carbon dioxides into oxy-gen
Or it OXI-GIN
that new label of sin
And I sin, yes I sin
Blinding the signs
to detour to my veins
that pump through my arteries
to my heart
Which pumps cells
to bleed into
Brain cells
and imprison
ignorance with wisdom
Breathing until it continues
Bending unto it doth soon cause
Breaking
Which mends the bends that I blend
Atomology into carbon dioxides into oxy-gen
Or it OXI-GIN
that new label of sin
And I sin, yes I sin
Blinding the signs
to detour to my veins
that pump through my arteries
to my heart
Which pumps cells
to bleed into
Brain cells
and imprison
ignorance with wisdom
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Rebel Music
I’m a rebel with no cause
I’m starting to act with no pause
Disregarding all of my flaws
Walking around with a clenched jaw
Like a warrior…
On my way to good and bad, food and liquor
Changing my demeanor
I’m hating you for no reason
My loving changes by the season
I tend to live day by day
Every minute I treasure
Every second is pleasure
Time is time and it needs no measure
I live to love and love to live
I still…fucks no give
Gives no fuck!
Live life straight off my luck
Enjoy myself
Hate yourself
Because you…yes gives fuck
You give a fuck
I want you to one day get like me
Try to be me
Cause life tends to be so lovely
When you are a rebel with no cause
Act with no pause
Disregard life’s flaws
Spend your time in this fight
Fight to be tight
Do what isn’t considered to be right
Living life still reaching for the light
Just a rebel with no cause…
I’m starting to act with no pause
Disregarding all of my flaws
Walking around with a clenched jaw
Like a warrior…
On my way to good and bad, food and liquor
Changing my demeanor
I’m hating you for no reason
My loving changes by the season
I tend to live day by day
Every minute I treasure
Every second is pleasure
Time is time and it needs no measure
I live to love and love to live
I still…fucks no give
Gives no fuck!
Live life straight off my luck
Enjoy myself
Hate yourself
Because you…yes gives fuck
You give a fuck
I want you to one day get like me
Try to be me
Cause life tends to be so lovely
When you are a rebel with no cause
Act with no pause
Disregard life’s flaws
Spend your time in this fight
Fight to be tight
Do what isn’t considered to be right
Living life still reaching for the light
Just a rebel with no cause…
Monday, November 24, 2008
Puff, Paaasssssssssss.........
(Wrote this one on receipt paper at that Hookah bar wit Paris, Krissy and Shavonne....Remember T)
Air blows through my brains
And circulates through my veins,
Up through my spine
And into mother earth’s vines
Until it creates carbon dioxides on my insides.
Then I breath fresh air again…..
It hits harder as I let the ink bleed from the pen,
And Then…….AND THEN!!!!
Not just trying to rhyme the tick-tock with time
I spit anatomic vomit of intellectual rhyme
Eases my mind when time vibes with the 1-2 step
Improvisation of life’s tick tock clock
It goes tick tock,
‘Til it reaches the epitome of the epiphany again I breath…..
Fresh air flows through my lungs and I see you standing at the end of my last breath
And I sing and I sleep and again I Breath.
Air blows through my brains
And circulates through my veins,
Up through my spine
And into mother earth’s vines
Until it creates carbon dioxides on my insides.
Then I breath fresh air again…..
It hits harder as I let the ink bleed from the pen,
And Then…….AND THEN!!!!
Not just trying to rhyme the tick-tock with time
I spit anatomic vomit of intellectual rhyme
Eases my mind when time vibes with the 1-2 step
Improvisation of life’s tick tock clock
It goes tick tock,
‘Til it reaches the epitome of the epiphany again I breath…..
Fresh air flows through my lungs and I see you standing at the end of my last breath
And I sing and I sleep and again I Breath.
New World Order
Now I wanna give you a word with my definition
Marijuana – a drug that includes the fumes that exude strongly from flaming hot writers. Dat T.H.C. Translating, Having, Creating.
Our architecture of lines and pages
Have kept humankind high for ages
And it will capture you
The Weed seed was not implanted virtually or
Spiritually……Naw dat shit was planted physically within
The scalp of “cottonpickinry” strands of trees
The result in form of nappy headed hoes
Who wear shoes that make them walk on their tippy toes
Just to be asked to bend over and touch their toes
To be raped, taped, and blatantly called hoes.
I suppose, I suppose maybe you think this is me having a hissy fit
But shit in the end, who really gives a fuck about it
I creep, I sleep, I stand, I expand, I breed power but chose to resume in the outer
It’s the inner realms that gain all the glory without even playing in the game
Yet we maintain and continue to help you sustain.
They remained, We remain, and they will remain
Smoke unfurls in plain sight what the lake breeze does in the shadows
There we are standing, watching the part played while hiding within the windows
Ghosts exist in the real world, and they are not the undead souls of former glory fighters.
No the real ghosts on earth come in the form of writers.
Marijuana – a drug that includes the fumes that exude strongly from flaming hot writers. Dat T.H.C. Translating, Having, Creating.
Our architecture of lines and pages
Have kept humankind high for ages
And it will capture you
The Weed seed was not implanted virtually or
Spiritually……Naw dat shit was planted physically within
The scalp of “cottonpickinry” strands of trees
The result in form of nappy headed hoes
Who wear shoes that make them walk on their tippy toes
Just to be asked to bend over and touch their toes
To be raped, taped, and blatantly called hoes.
I suppose, I suppose maybe you think this is me having a hissy fit
But shit in the end, who really gives a fuck about it
I creep, I sleep, I stand, I expand, I breed power but chose to resume in the outer
It’s the inner realms that gain all the glory without even playing in the game
Yet we maintain and continue to help you sustain.
They remained, We remain, and they will remain
Smoke unfurls in plain sight what the lake breeze does in the shadows
There we are standing, watching the part played while hiding within the windows
Ghosts exist in the real world, and they are not the undead souls of former glory fighters.
No the real ghosts on earth come in the form of writers.
Dreamlover
When I close my eyes I tend to drift away,
When I open my eyes what I want fades away,
So I go through the day thinking about going to sleep,
Then hopefully whatever I see will become reality.
Self consciously I make myself think I'm complete,
Unconsciously I know I'm not where I want to be,
Since I'm writing this poem I guess I'm learning the truth,
I find true blissfulness when I'm thinking of you.
Now I'm finally awake and you're so far out of reach,
That's cause you only can be touched in the heart of my dreams,
I don't like the idea of you being away from me,
So the only thing left for me to do is go back to sleep...
Goodnight.
When I open my eyes what I want fades away,
So I go through the day thinking about going to sleep,
Then hopefully whatever I see will become reality.
Self consciously I make myself think I'm complete,
Unconsciously I know I'm not where I want to be,
Since I'm writing this poem I guess I'm learning the truth,
I find true blissfulness when I'm thinking of you.
Now I'm finally awake and you're so far out of reach,
That's cause you only can be touched in the heart of my dreams,
I don't like the idea of you being away from me,
So the only thing left for me to do is go back to sleep...
Goodnight.
Past Tense
How do you say goodbye to the past?
It happened then and this is now so why is it present tense?
You happened once upon a time, I’m living happily ever after but I still can’t get past you!
What is this?
Thought I moved to something better
Found something different
And I Still think of your similar
Wish sometimes that I could hold it
It lies in the crevices of my heart but I can’t quite reach it
It is awaken by the sound of your name
Yes, your name makes goose bumps arise and something like butterflies make me fly to memories of you
Wish I could feel you again
See you look at me again
Taste heaven in your lips kiss again
Hear you say you love me again…
But that was then and this is now
Why is it I can’t get passed the past?
It happened then and this is now so why is it present tense?
You happened once upon a time, I’m living happily ever after but I still can’t get past you!
What is this?
Thought I moved to something better
Found something different
And I Still think of your similar
Wish sometimes that I could hold it
It lies in the crevices of my heart but I can’t quite reach it
It is awaken by the sound of your name
Yes, your name makes goose bumps arise and something like butterflies make me fly to memories of you
Wish I could feel you again
See you look at me again
Taste heaven in your lips kiss again
Hear you say you love me again…
But that was then and this is now
Why is it I can’t get passed the past?
Friday, November 21, 2008
Pop goes the.....
I wrote this as a reflection on the disturbingly decadent lifestyles of a few females i've come in contact with... drowning in superficial BS will be the means to their end....
secrets slip past my thirsty ears
could lean and listen but
instead im drowning sunshine in barrels of beer
forever fancy
the world is my disco ball
loving the refractions and how they pulse my pupils
blindness is fun when it seems temporary
new shit new shit
red shit blue shit
love and the other shit that aint.
life is pretty when you see it through cream lace right?
forgetting most veils only come in black
toes painted promiscuous
eyes stabbing whatevers in view
as if they were creating a shish kabob of things to be had
to be had
i once was alright
now im swell
...and swellin
and the weasel foreshadows the sound of my demise
secrets slip past my thirsty ears
could lean and listen but
instead im drowning sunshine in barrels of beer
forever fancy
the world is my disco ball
loving the refractions and how they pulse my pupils
blindness is fun when it seems temporary
new shit new shit
red shit blue shit
love and the other shit that aint.
life is pretty when you see it through cream lace right?
forgetting most veils only come in black
toes painted promiscuous
eyes stabbing whatevers in view
as if they were creating a shish kabob of things to be had
to be had
i once was alright
now im swell
...and swellin
and the weasel foreshadows the sound of my demise
World is a Hustle-Lauryn Hill
kinna almost cried listenin to this
she has some unreleased tracks that have leaked
i think the same producers from her "The Passion" worked on this joint too
backslide
i hated him for you
scraped the insides of his integrity and checked for the truth
void.
probing,
engaging every morsel
where in that space, injections of secrets overdosed
and paralyzed perceptive mediums while distortions advanced
plunging into love
wounded and bare
i reflected through your many locks and prayed for his assassination
i hated him for you
and never projected beams of fury that potent before…
distorted sound patterns float atop beige sheets like dew on shady roads
filling my ears with ringing cries
weeping.
i’m there when he’s not
it still swells though…
cramming anger into the barrel of my finger tips hoping to touch him away…
…the small of my back aches
and the pain shoots to the nape of my neck in seconds
jolting my greatest fears
but you’re still beautiful
even in your weakness
backslide
i hated him for you
scraped the insides of his integrity and checked for the truth
void.
probing,
engaging every morsel
where in that space, injections of secrets overdosed
and paralyzed perceptive mediums
while distortions advanced
plunging into love
wounded and bare
i reflected through your many locks and prayed for his assassination
i hated him for you
and never projected beams of fury that potent before…
distorted sound patterns float atop beige sheets like dew on shady roads
filling my ears with ringing cries
weeping.
i’m there when he’s not
it still swells though…
cramming anger into the barrel of my finger tips hoping to touch him away…
…the small of my back aches
and the pain shoots to the nape of my neck in seconds
jolting my greatest fears
but you’re still beautiful
even in your weakness
*because youre the lock and shes your key..
we have a guest poet to the stage who requested a post...this is for leslie
dear you,
i know you dont know me. but i know you, very well. as if i was her. way back when you two were an 'us' and she and i.. well we didnt even exist. and i shouldnt even be writing you this but youre whats holding her back from me. you see, shes still in love. and she cant get over what used to be. or what could have been. i can tell by the way she says your name. to you it might be just that, her saying your name. but to me the acoustics when she pronounces those fifteen syllables in your name tell a story. i know things about you and her that i shouldnt know. where you first met, the second time you held hands and the third time you made love. the look in her eyes i need from her just to make sure this is real she cant give me cause it still belongs to you. so she stares slightly to the left replacing my face with yours. i bet you didnt know she kept all your pictures. and for some strange reason shes kept all your letters. when she touches me and those parts of her are inside. its obvious to tell her mind is outside these four walls. cause shes not into it like she should be. her mind is with you like it shouldnt be. your body is her temple and mine is a replacement. i know she wishes she can touch you one last time. maybe if she held you one last time. but i wont be sitting here waiting for the last time. cause the last time might be the last line of my life line. cause i think im falling in love with one who isnt mine.. and this is my last line.
Sincerly --hers--,
Me.
i know you dont know me. but i know you, very well. as if i was her. way back when you two were an 'us' and she and i.. well we didnt even exist. and i shouldnt even be writing you this but youre whats holding her back from me. you see, shes still in love. and she cant get over what used to be. or what could have been. i can tell by the way she says your name. to you it might be just that, her saying your name. but to me the acoustics when she pronounces those fifteen syllables in your name tell a story. i know things about you and her that i shouldnt know. where you first met, the second time you held hands and the third time you made love. the look in her eyes i need from her just to make sure this is real she cant give me cause it still belongs to you. so she stares slightly to the left replacing my face with yours. i bet you didnt know she kept all your pictures. and for some strange reason shes kept all your letters. when she touches me and those parts of her are inside. its obvious to tell her mind is outside these four walls. cause shes not into it like she should be. her mind is with you like it shouldnt be. your body is her temple and mine is a replacement. i know she wishes she can touch you one last time. maybe if she held you one last time. but i wont be sitting here waiting for the last time. cause the last time might be the last line of my life line. cause i think im falling in love with one who isnt mine.. and this is my last line.
Sincerly --hers--,
Me.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Daddy Daycare
Daddy do you.....
love me unconditionally
love me unconditional
love me under any condition
as we transition from daddy daycare
to daddy hardly there
I need to know for sure
your love is the cure
cure the disease
creeping within me to call
call out in the heat of twilight
Daddy do me!
cure the bliss
derived from ignorance
that love from a man
is more than
"i love you"
1 bouquet of flowers
a ring,
"i do" and a sweet kiss
Daddy leave me!
Leave me then
leave me now
the result of either action
is the birth of a bitch
who breeds bastards
Daddy love me
I don't want to be HIS baby
I don't want to call HIM daddy......................
I need you
to need me
Daddy...............
love me unconditionally
love me unconditional
love me under any condition
as we transition from daddy daycare
to daddy hardly there
I need to know for sure
your love is the cure
cure the disease
creeping within me to call
call out in the heat of twilight
Daddy do me!
cure the bliss
derived from ignorance
that love from a man
is more than
"i love you"
1 bouquet of flowers
a ring,
"i do" and a sweet kiss
Daddy leave me!
Leave me then
leave me now
the result of either action
is the birth of a bitch
who breeds bastards
Daddy love me
I don't want to be HIS baby
I don't want to call HIM daddy......................
I need you
to need me
Daddy...............
Drought
Drought causes my lips to crack instead of drip,
They just drip dry because they have yet
To drip drop the words that keep them wet.
The words that vibe with my veins
Blood stains
Like I used to stain
College ruled sheets
nouns, vowels and adjectives
form my minds objectives
to crusify ignorance
with definitions
Since my lips no longer drip
I take sips of sin
to intoxicate
which accentuates
the darker areas of mentality
would you rather me
take the words that come naturally
or find the words that birth brutality
only one poet can exist within reality
and right now the one you wish to see
is suffering from aridity
the words dont come from the ride in my hips
they sip out when i part my lips
and the majestry drips
but when the moisture dries
I experience the pain of a drought
and only your liquid lament can pull me out.
They just drip dry because they have yet
To drip drop the words that keep them wet.
The words that vibe with my veins
Blood stains
Like I used to stain
College ruled sheets
nouns, vowels and adjectives
form my minds objectives
to crusify ignorance
with definitions
Since my lips no longer drip
I take sips of sin
to intoxicate
which accentuates
the darker areas of mentality
would you rather me
take the words that come naturally
or find the words that birth brutality
only one poet can exist within reality
and right now the one you wish to see
is suffering from aridity
the words dont come from the ride in my hips
they sip out when i part my lips
and the majestry drips
but when the moisture dries
I experience the pain of a drought
and only your liquid lament can pull me out.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Dr. Professor
Professor, professor…
How can you teach me about me?
Your scholarly rhetoric and understanding can’t define me.
Every word you know could never describe me.
Your brilliance and PhD. don’t amount to what I see.
Try to make me inferior by being friendly to me.
Yes I can see the truth behind your smile.
Your grin entails the guilt you feel for the soul of your father.
Your grandfather was my master…teacher, teacher teacher…
Professor…
How can you tell me about us?
Yea…you know all the songs, books, names and dates.
You claim you know us…
Ain’t that some shit??
My master teacher all of a sudden is my peer.
Knows all of our fears, thoughts and feelings as if he can feel them.
They listen to you cause you smile.
Smile full of passion and sincerity.
But I hear it in your eyes…
I see it in your voice…
You think you know we but you have no idea…
Analytical understanding of the person I am is not for you to question.
Try to surprise me with your know- ledge.
I want you to KNOW my ancestors stand on the edge of a LEDGE when they were resting in peace.
You disturbed it!!!
That’s all you accomplished when you tried to make me think.
That I didn’t know me.
Professor, oh professor…
How can you teach me about me?
Your scholarly rhetoric and understanding can’t define me.
Every word you know could never describe me.
Your brilliance and PhD. don’t amount to what I see.
Try to make me inferior by being friendly to me.
Yes I can see the truth behind your smile.
Your grin entails the guilt you feel for the soul of your father.
Your grandfather was my master…teacher, teacher teacher…
Professor…
How can you tell me about us?
Yea…you know all the songs, books, names and dates.
You claim you know us…
Ain’t that some shit??
My master teacher all of a sudden is my peer.
Knows all of our fears, thoughts and feelings as if he can feel them.
They listen to you cause you smile.
Smile full of passion and sincerity.
But I hear it in your eyes…
I see it in your voice…
You think you know we but you have no idea…
Analytical understanding of the person I am is not for you to question.
Try to surprise me with your know- ledge.
I want you to KNOW my ancestors stand on the edge of a LEDGE when they were resting in peace.
You disturbed it!!!
That’s all you accomplished when you tried to make me think.
That I didn’t know me.
Professor, oh professor…
Sometimes
Sometimes I really wish that I could write.
I would write three words so sensually that you would have no choice but to listen.
I would write a line so intense that it forced you to notice me.
I would write a poem so metaphorical that you would get lost in its analogies and look to me for interpretation.
I would write a haiku to make it seem easier to understand because of its three lines then watch your mind as it wonders what each syllable meant.
I would write a song so you would become intoxicated by its sweet melody and you would move to its rhythm to feel a part of me.
I would write a story that told narratively how logically I think about you...
I mean,how much I contemplate you.
I would write a novel full of fictious characters and classify it as non fiction so it could be taken seriously by you and you would see that each made up character represented you and I.
I would write a eulogy to prove to you that without you hearin me
Without you here...in me
Without you near me,my life isn't really bein.
If I could write I really would write.
I would write a bible and within it place all the scriptures that would send you on a spiritual journey to me.
If only I could write...
I would write to you.
I would write three words so sensually that you would have no choice but to listen.
I would write a line so intense that it forced you to notice me.
I would write a poem so metaphorical that you would get lost in its analogies and look to me for interpretation.
I would write a haiku to make it seem easier to understand because of its three lines then watch your mind as it wonders what each syllable meant.
I would write a song so you would become intoxicated by its sweet melody and you would move to its rhythm to feel a part of me.
I would write a story that told narratively how logically I think about you...
I mean,how much I contemplate you.
I would write a novel full of fictious characters and classify it as non fiction so it could be taken seriously by you and you would see that each made up character represented you and I.
I would write a eulogy to prove to you that without you hearin me
Without you here...in me
Without you near me,my life isn't really bein.
If I could write I really would write.
I would write a bible and within it place all the scriptures that would send you on a spiritual journey to me.
If only I could write...
I would write to you.
I chose my words wisely
its unfair what youre doing to me
breaking in my head when I rest
nestling in my hippocampus
striking matches
burning the good shit
morphing it into bad dreams…
….streaming out of my ears
raping my pillow
clawing my serenity to shreds
you sadist!
you coward
operating under the shield of the night via memories and words unspoken
why cant you just confront the beast?
hiding behind phone keys and computer screens
nigga…
Im right here.
you once said you loved me
then said it again
but repetition doesn’t signify truth…
….glad inhibition stifled my “I love you too”
breaking in my head when I rest
nestling in my hippocampus
striking matches
burning the good shit
morphing it into bad dreams…
….streaming out of my ears
raping my pillow
clawing my serenity to shreds
you sadist!
you coward
operating under the shield of the night via memories and words unspoken
why cant you just confront the beast?
hiding behind phone keys and computer screens
nigga…
Im right here.
you once said you loved me
then said it again
but repetition doesn’t signify truth…
….glad inhibition stifled my “I love you too”
THIS AIN'T NO POEM BUT UHH.....
To all you readers please bless us with some feed back... artist grow by pondering the responses of others, so drop a comment so we may ascend to higher heights knowing that these pretty words we write went somewhere.
that is all
love,
Crowezilla
that is all
love,
Crowezilla
cheater
he consumed me
and in his lust I bathed
thoroughly..fires burned between my heaven and his hell and together they existed..innocense coressing evil
my soul wondered in lonely skies…searching for right in Sodom..inpregnated with Gomorrah
ive failed you and fell through the crevises too dark to shine through
now I relish in guilt and shame engulfs my spirityou
one of my quick cell phone entries...sometimes i think in fragmented poems
how so
do you sit in silence
and fester
deface your soul
and visit hell
do i violate your haven with my luster?
my intentions were good
oh ye of little gaiety
you are the shame resting in the marrows of my bones
the tragic unfullfillment i have to swallow
I want to touch you
this was like one of my first poem poems lol. I used to love it now i love some parts and hate others... anyway the good shit is solid so it stands.
I want to touch you
With electric digits
Dip and pivot my tentacles on your contours
Want your physique to tickle my fingertips
Stroke your back and lips
Bumps underhand transforming you into hills of muscle
And beautiful skin
I want to touch you
And imagine that I am
In a swift canoe
On a river of you
Douse my hands in
And send
Waves of the warmest bronze
Rippling down your spine
So that you over flow
Fertilizing…
Now lush the bank-side vegetation grows
I want to touch you
And leave you feeling fuzzy when im done
And
I want sparks to come
From the fabulous friction generated when my palms ridges swiped past yours
Can I touch your neck and provoke a jolt in your knees?
Can I be the only one, please?
...The only one to ever
make you feel like
the world could end…
but as long as my hands are on your skin
you’ll be more than ok
I want to touch you
With electric digits
Dip and pivot my tentacles on your contours
Want your physique to tickle my fingertips
Stroke your back and lips
Bumps underhand transforming you into hills of muscle
And beautiful skin
I want to touch you
And imagine that I am
In a swift canoe
On a river of you
Douse my hands in
And send
Waves of the warmest bronze
Rippling down your spine
So that you over flow
Fertilizing…
Now lush the bank-side vegetation grows
I want to touch you
And leave you feeling fuzzy when im done
And
I want sparks to come
From the fabulous friction generated when my palms ridges swiped past yours
Can I touch your neck and provoke a jolt in your knees?
Can I be the only one, please?
...The only one to ever
make you feel like
the world could end…
but as long as my hands are on your skin
you’ll be more than ok
Monday, November 17, 2008
Mr.Poet
This is something Cort and I wrote about a year ago.I found it in my phone. I am not sure if she remembers it,hopefully reading it all together you will though.Hope yall like...we just flowed off each other like we always do ;)...love yall!Enjoy...
I made love to you and found all the spaces that were once ignored.
I dipped into your island and found civilizations speaking unknown languages...
So I translated our love.
Yea, I discovered you on the voyage to the heart and in turn found your spot.
Pressure increases,passion maximizes
You and I alone,making me remote and you control...
You sought my love.
You gained sight in the light of the darkness
My responses guiding you to the depth of my excitement.
You entice me,I surprise you by letting you promote and I proceed to take control...
I took my love.
Actually I found it,broke it down,and fed it to you in miniature pieces.
Make you intake small amounts of token pleasure
Swift body communication making you pupil and I the professor.
Taught you lessons on making love to a poet
Translation sought and taken...
I'm just a poet skilled in love making from lessons you taught
I made love to you and found all the spaces that were once ignored.
I dipped into your island and found civilizations speaking unknown languages...
So I translated our love.
Yea, I discovered you on the voyage to the heart and in turn found your spot.
Pressure increases,passion maximizes
You and I alone,making me remote and you control...
You sought my love.
You gained sight in the light of the darkness
My responses guiding you to the depth of my excitement.
You entice me,I surprise you by letting you promote and I proceed to take control...
I took my love.
Actually I found it,broke it down,and fed it to you in miniature pieces.
Make you intake small amounts of token pleasure
Swift body communication making you pupil and I the professor.
Taught you lessons on making love to a poet
Translation sought and taken...
I'm just a poet skilled in love making from lessons you taught
Cloud 10's descent to 9
Thoughts of you cloud my present descent to their pleasure
I measure all it is in them at hopes of diminishing all I found in you
Feel their hands as they caress the spots touched by your spirit
I hear it in their voice the commitment to a place that you already claimed
Once famed for my ability to pursue and conquer,now known for my loss
Toss and turn with the notion that I could burn the sight giver
Delivered fight in me allowed me to work for you
Lost hope for you,can't forget about you
Cause it is thoughts of you that cloud my descent
I guess in a way you are stopping me from going down...
The wrong path,that's the goodness you brought to me
I really wish you wouldn't flee
I sit in my momentary glee...
Love them I do,but after our love all I see is that they are not you...
I measure all it is in them at hopes of diminishing all I found in you
Feel their hands as they caress the spots touched by your spirit
I hear it in their voice the commitment to a place that you already claimed
Once famed for my ability to pursue and conquer,now known for my loss
Toss and turn with the notion that I could burn the sight giver
Delivered fight in me allowed me to work for you
Lost hope for you,can't forget about you
Cause it is thoughts of you that cloud my descent
I guess in a way you are stopping me from going down...
The wrong path,that's the goodness you brought to me
I really wish you wouldn't flee
I sit in my momentary glee...
Love them I do,but after our love all I see is that they are not you...
Sunday, November 16, 2008
King
He looks in a distance at hopes of seeing memories of realities that seem archaic
Even generic because they are so far gone out of his grasp that he clings to thin air
In his stare all of the casualties lie in there
The bruises of her heart caused from the pain in her thighs are in his eyes
He hates the beast within him that he cannot control
He knows that there is something deeper in him that can tame the monster
Only he doesn’t know how to reach it
He listens for it when he makes her moan
His pride feels for it with every stride
His nose is tingled by its presence when she starts to cry
He can almost taste it when he sees how good he can be
But he is scared of the strong that it possesses
He counters it with weakness and slowly the strength begins to die
He looks in a distance at hopes of seeing memories of realities that seem archaic
Even generic because they are so far gone out of his grasp that he clings to thin air
In his stare I can see a King sleeps in there…
Even generic because they are so far gone out of his grasp that he clings to thin air
In his stare all of the casualties lie in there
The bruises of her heart caused from the pain in her thighs are in his eyes
He hates the beast within him that he cannot control
He knows that there is something deeper in him that can tame the monster
Only he doesn’t know how to reach it
He listens for it when he makes her moan
His pride feels for it with every stride
His nose is tingled by its presence when she starts to cry
He can almost taste it when he sees how good he can be
But he is scared of the strong that it possesses
He counters it with weakness and slowly the strength begins to die
He looks in a distance at hopes of seeing memories of realities that seem archaic
Even generic because they are so far gone out of his grasp that he clings to thin air
In his stare I can see a King sleeps in there…
elegy for war
Twisting the insides of empathy to its greatest degree
the image of a child’s dangling feet in the distance
scorched by the tyranny of evil
war
lacerated battle fronts embroidered by droplets of tear drawn dreams
parading into a destiny of annihilation
black boots heavy laden and warn by the strength of men
you walk on immortal ground
death is privilege to the forsaken soul in the realm of pain
individualizing the crusade of darkness
enmity reeks redolent of…war
prepare the mind for the division of its host
assume the position of numbness so deep it cracks the frame of your bones
and collapses the spirit simultaneously
sunder in progress…
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Queen
Queen: Hellooo ooo oooo
Machine: Please leave a message!
Queen: But I thought I was calling ME! HELLO!
Machine: Please leave a message after the tone!
Queen: But I thought I was myself, You know I!
Machine: Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!
Queen: Baby it's me, it's you, I love you, I love us!
Why you gotta treat me this way
Why do you allow him to treat you this way
Is that really love
I can show you love
It can't really be true, what you said last night?
We cried out his name in the heat of the night
You were rebuking his name and sanctifying mine, I mean ours
Right?
You know US, one two.......she
I know that us women say the opposite of what we feel
So I do to him, really meant I don't
I love you to him really meant I won't
Because deep down I know you are....
You have to be.......
Saving all your love for me,
Because I am you
I knew all along you just wanted me to catch a hint of jealousy
And Baby I was blind but now I see
Comeback to me
Please comeback to we
U wouldn't give up on us to please them, him
'Cause us is the new "in"
We were the first to fall in love
Remember baby momma always said no man should come above!
You can't give up on me baby girl, I am the one who should be loved!
Answer me Baby!
We are the ones that should be loved!!!
But all young women don't know that so there will be blood.
Machine: To send this message press #!
Queen looks in the mirror at her black eye and bruised thighs and sighs and says:
There will be blood.
Machine: Please leave a message!
Queen: But I thought I was calling ME! HELLO!
Machine: Please leave a message after the tone!
Queen: But I thought I was myself, You know I!
Machine: Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!
Queen: Baby it's me, it's you, I love you, I love us!
Why you gotta treat me this way
Why do you allow him to treat you this way
Is that really love
I can show you love
It can't really be true, what you said last night?
We cried out his name in the heat of the night
You were rebuking his name and sanctifying mine, I mean ours
Right?
You know US, one two.......she
I know that us women say the opposite of what we feel
So I do to him, really meant I don't
I love you to him really meant I won't
Because deep down I know you are....
You have to be.......
Saving all your love for me,
Because I am you
I knew all along you just wanted me to catch a hint of jealousy
And Baby I was blind but now I see
Comeback to me
Please comeback to we
U wouldn't give up on us to please them, him
'Cause us is the new "in"
We were the first to fall in love
Remember baby momma always said no man should come above!
You can't give up on me baby girl, I am the one who should be loved!
Answer me Baby!
We are the ones that should be loved!!!
But all young women don't know that so there will be blood.
Machine: To send this message press #!
Queen looks in the mirror at her black eye and bruised thighs and sighs and says:
There will be blood.
Weather Report
Sunshine today makes shit sparkle
Comes in the form of rays, radio waves, a 40 ounce, weed and crack-cocaine.
When you stare at the sun's beams
They have a tendency to make one blind
Reality becomes a fallacy in darkness
Fallacy becomes reality only your pupils find
You're in love, You're trapped, You're addicted.
Too much of a good thing is simply too much
It negates the positivity created in it's anatomy
And before you know it your identity
Becomes classified, profiled, computerized into numerical-alphabetical hor d'oeuvres
Sampled by the masses but delectable to none
The seasons change for a reason....
Everything must come in moderation
Absence leads ones mind to appreciation
Appreciation derives from moderation
A cloudy forecast can lead to depression
Without sunshine gleam rays of verisimilitude
Which directly effects your tone and attitude
You expect rainy days to wash away your dirt and clean out your closet
But it only saturates the fat and concentrates the left over deposit
The weather report forecasts the weather not your feelings
You internal apparatus shouldn't change with the seasons
Authentic sunshine comes from within
It can bring warmth and glow to any night and day
The meteorologist is simply a scientist
You are the god.
Comes in the form of rays, radio waves, a 40 ounce, weed and crack-cocaine.
When you stare at the sun's beams
They have a tendency to make one blind
Reality becomes a fallacy in darkness
Fallacy becomes reality only your pupils find
You're in love, You're trapped, You're addicted.
Too much of a good thing is simply too much
It negates the positivity created in it's anatomy
And before you know it your identity
Becomes classified, profiled, computerized into numerical-alphabetical hor d'oeuvres
Sampled by the masses but delectable to none
The seasons change for a reason....
Everything must come in moderation
Absence leads ones mind to appreciation
Appreciation derives from moderation
A cloudy forecast can lead to depression
Without sunshine gleam rays of verisimilitude
Which directly effects your tone and attitude
You expect rainy days to wash away your dirt and clean out your closet
But it only saturates the fat and concentrates the left over deposit
The weather report forecasts the weather not your feelings
You internal apparatus shouldn't change with the seasons
Authentic sunshine comes from within
It can bring warmth and glow to any night and day
The meteorologist is simply a scientist
You are the god.
The fact of the matter is.....
I cant write you a poem for I simply don’t have the words
Need not wrap you in a shroud of rhetoric to raise you
You’ve no cracks for me to caulk with rhyme to convince myself
No need to buff you with metaphors or shine you with imagery…
You is who you be
Complete and complimentary to that which I are
And that’s that
Need not wrap you in a shroud of rhetoric to raise you
You’ve no cracks for me to caulk with rhyme to convince myself
No need to buff you with metaphors or shine you with imagery…
You is who you be
Complete and complimentary to that which I are
And that’s that
Friday, November 14, 2008
Confused
As I sit with no pen
My mind is jumbled with deep disturbances that become understandings with thoughts of you...
I know confusion may have been the conclusion at the completion of the first sentence...
Confusion that conclusively you understand because somehow you make me complete....
It is not necessarily and understanding that I have achieved yet but an acceptance...
Or exceptance because love is not something i so easily accept, except...
Yours
I love you too
A love so pure and genuine that I can barely describe
It is...so new and unfamiliar but familiar and old at the same time
I know confusion may have been the conclusion at the completion of my last line...
It is honesty from you that is helping me complete the conclusion of confusion...
My mind is jumbled with deep disturbances that become understandings with thoughts of you...
I know confusion may have been the conclusion at the completion of the first sentence...
Confusion that conclusively you understand because somehow you make me complete....
It is not necessarily and understanding that I have achieved yet but an acceptance...
Or exceptance because love is not something i so easily accept, except...
Yours
I love you too
A love so pure and genuine that I can barely describe
It is...so new and unfamiliar but familiar and old at the same time
I know confusion may have been the conclusion at the completion of my last line...
It is honesty from you that is helping me complete the conclusion of confusion...
Senseless
You have become the source of my imagination
Thoughts full of you tend to overshadow reality
Im spending every moment thinking of ways to please you.
Thoughts that I'm not sure I should tell you
Thoughts nevertheless,in my mind I guess...
so here they go...
Your mind,body and soul are my targets of choice.
Get ready for the attack cause Im preparin for war
Comin to you strong and ready to please by any means.
Your smile is what I know will help me breathe
Without breath I wouldnt be able to see
Not seeing will make hearing impossible
With no breath I cant smell
No scent makes taste the last sense I don't have
Without you I make no sense
Have no senses
Have no sense
Does any of this make sense?
Cant you see that pleasin you makes it possible for me to live.
Your smile is what I know makes me breathe
Please baby please,let me live...
Thoughts full of you tend to overshadow reality
Im spending every moment thinking of ways to please you.
Thoughts that I'm not sure I should tell you
Thoughts nevertheless,in my mind I guess...
so here they go...
Your mind,body and soul are my targets of choice.
Get ready for the attack cause Im preparin for war
Comin to you strong and ready to please by any means.
Your smile is what I know will help me breathe
Without breath I wouldnt be able to see
Not seeing will make hearing impossible
With no breath I cant smell
No scent makes taste the last sense I don't have
Without you I make no sense
Have no senses
Have no sense
Does any of this make sense?
Cant you see that pleasin you makes it possible for me to live.
Your smile is what I know makes me breathe
Please baby please,let me live...
BFF
Sincerely from the beginning you were clearly designated as the one to be the bestest...
Blessed this, was real impressed with your finesse- ness cause we connected
I said blessed this, cause this was bless-ed every moment true, never had a reason to be mad at you
We made it through alotta shit and I know you'll never forget my flaws and all
Everytime I made a fall you were there standing tall
As a depiction of perfection and how to get back up
Past life without you would have been fucked up
Future lives look unclear if you aint there
But with your spirit near all of my doubts seem to smear...
I have no fear
And yet I really miss your prescence right here
I know that in the present, life is moving us two
Just hope that when its all through my child will have learned from you.
Like I've learned from you
Taken a piece of you
Stored it in my heart cause from the start you have been my friend
And I know that in the end you will be my sister
This turned out to be less of a poem
Sort of a form filled out to show that I am grateful to have you
Glad I could have met you
Will do anything to keep you
And above all else...that i love you
Blessed this, was real impressed with your finesse- ness cause we connected
I said blessed this, cause this was bless-ed every moment true, never had a reason to be mad at you
We made it through alotta shit and I know you'll never forget my flaws and all
Everytime I made a fall you were there standing tall
As a depiction of perfection and how to get back up
Past life without you would have been fucked up
Future lives look unclear if you aint there
But with your spirit near all of my doubts seem to smear...
I have no fear
And yet I really miss your prescence right here
I know that in the present, life is moving us two
Just hope that when its all through my child will have learned from you.
Like I've learned from you
Taken a piece of you
Stored it in my heart cause from the start you have been my friend
And I know that in the end you will be my sister
This turned out to be less of a poem
Sort of a form filled out to show that I am grateful to have you
Glad I could have met you
Will do anything to keep you
And above all else...that i love you
Revolucion
The Revolution begins tomorrow..
Tomorrow started yesterday...
We are already a day late.
Day straight,night a little crooked cause its reminiscent of black...
Like...
the ending of my thoughts that stand strong with a clenched fist and cry out I am POWER!
The Revolution begins tomorrow...
Tomorrow started yesterday...
We are already a day late.
A dollar short, so we throw pesos cause the dollar doesn't like beautiful brown...
Like...
the skin of mis amigos diciendo si empezamos una revolucion hoy!but...
The Revolution begins tomorrow...
Tomorrow started yesterday...
We are a day late.
A little behind cause they tried to separate us
Made us mis-educated negroes and mis-understood amigos cause to them we are mis-taken as a minority.
It is the end of today
The distinction of black and brown beginning to fade...
Like...
the suns set in the evening and the moons rising of a new assembly!
The Revolution begins tomorrow...
Tomorrow started yesterday...
We are already a day late.
Rebels relate today...
Tomorrow started yesterday...
We are already a day late.
Day straight,night a little crooked cause its reminiscent of black...
Like...
the ending of my thoughts that stand strong with a clenched fist and cry out I am POWER!
The Revolution begins tomorrow...
Tomorrow started yesterday...
We are already a day late.
A dollar short, so we throw pesos cause the dollar doesn't like beautiful brown...
Like...
the skin of mis amigos diciendo si empezamos una revolucion hoy!but...
The Revolution begins tomorrow...
Tomorrow started yesterday...
We are a day late.
A little behind cause they tried to separate us
Made us mis-educated negroes and mis-understood amigos cause to them we are mis-taken as a minority.
It is the end of today
The distinction of black and brown beginning to fade...
Like...
the suns set in the evening and the moons rising of a new assembly!
The Revolution begins tomorrow...
Tomorrow started yesterday...
We are already a day late.
Rebels relate today...
Steel Vaginas
We were born in a steel cage so how do expect us to feel free
Layin' up in the fetal position is equivalent to a jail cell in the penitentiary
We swam freely to mother earth's heart beat
But born through the steel bows of the Middle Sea
The links of the chain continue infinitely into an ongoing pattern of cycle
So chains bore chains and their remains imbedded deeper until the links
Until they became ever present in the atomic construction of our DNA
We were set free physically but further imprisoned mentally
One day they think robots will take over the earth
But what they don't realize is that it has already happened
Every time a Beautiful Black Baby is born within the steel walls of a prison
Not as long as every black man is sentenced to death under to iron
Metal can only produce metal, and steel can only produce steel
As long as every rook gangsta takes a pistol in hand
They propose to death by steel to the penurial gland
Bullet shells will become earth's new sand
So future babies will be born of steel
Just as today's beautiful black babies are born of steel
Morpheus I see the truth already so I'll take the red pill.
Layin' up in the fetal position is equivalent to a jail cell in the penitentiary
We swam freely to mother earth's heart beat
But born through the steel bows of the Middle Sea
The links of the chain continue infinitely into an ongoing pattern of cycle
So chains bore chains and their remains imbedded deeper until the links
Until they became ever present in the atomic construction of our DNA
We were set free physically but further imprisoned mentally
One day they think robots will take over the earth
But what they don't realize is that it has already happened
Every time a Beautiful Black Baby is born within the steel walls of a prison
Not as long as every black man is sentenced to death under to iron
Metal can only produce metal, and steel can only produce steel
As long as every rook gangsta takes a pistol in hand
They propose to death by steel to the penurial gland
Bullet shells will become earth's new sand
So future babies will be born of steel
Just as today's beautiful black babies are born of steel
Morpheus I see the truth already so I'll take the red pill.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
...Of Auras and other Fancies
your aura is fluid
suspending you at the height of a deity
floating flawlessly
forcing me to crane my neck to see,
staring up stupidly
annoyingly blissful tranfixion
(the kind that in long intervals
may cause saliva to drip)
you,
up there in that peaceful placenta
as if the sunlight refraction on your liquid haze
protects from the wrath of the world
your pheromones shoot love darts
that i cant dodge
'cause i'm
still staring stupidly
engulfed in the iridescent shadows the sun, once penetrating your bubble, leaves.
your aura is the color of warmth
you aura smells like sand in an hourglass
your aura feels like ignorance,wrapped in film of hope
your aura taste like eternity
and you,
you'll be there alone forever
and ill be down here , looking up,
more than content with my position,
for just as long
suspending you at the height of a deity
floating flawlessly
forcing me to crane my neck to see,
staring up stupidly
annoyingly blissful tranfixion
(the kind that in long intervals
may cause saliva to drip)
you,
up there in that peaceful placenta
as if the sunlight refraction on your liquid haze
protects from the wrath of the world
your pheromones shoot love darts
that i cant dodge
'cause i'm
still staring stupidly
engulfed in the iridescent shadows the sun, once penetrating your bubble, leaves.
your aura is the color of warmth
you aura smells like sand in an hourglass
your aura feels like ignorance,wrapped in film of hope
your aura taste like eternity
and you,
you'll be there alone forever
and ill be down here , looking up,
more than content with my position,
for just as long
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