Everything is put into a sharper perspective at night,
Have you ever noticed the deafening loudness of the eery silence?
You start to comprehend a few things, but not quite,
You want to rebel, create a sort of defiance.
Just in time the others come out, they want to dance.
They ask you to join & promise to make you feel very alive.
You start to move, they watch you prance,
Though their stares are a bit unsettling, you abide.
You can hear your heart beat, or lack thereof,
You can feel your lungs constricting from the smoke.
You're getting carried away.. where's the sheriff?
Where's the ambulance? You're starting to choke!
Your thoughts swirl, your sight is nonexistent,
Your body crashes, you can't hear a sound.
"Don't worry, you'll be okay!" Oh, what an optimistic,
You wish you were okay, you wish you'd be found.
The others have left, you're alone now,
There's nothing around you, nothing but stars.
You were expecting the time of your life, a big wow,
Silly you, thought you knew, nothing good ever happens in The Dark.
I looked through old notes and conversations
I still love you, even though we didn't work out
I wish we could try again
But you do not love me
As I love you
I can hope and dream and seek
You will never be mine again
And it makes me sad to see you happy
Because I remember a time
When you were happy and I was happy
And we were happy Together.
this morning I awoke
with gum abrasions
and let me tell you
it wasn't the happiest of occasions
the bottom set of false teeth
were ripped out
as they'd been wearing
the gum line about
some gum gel
was duly applied to gain relief
the bottom set of false teeth
had given me enough grief
at lunch time
I shall pop the teeth back in
so I can restore
my toothy grin
should the damn teeth
abrade my gums anymore
I shall have to get the dental mechanic
to realign the bottom draw
My minds filled with word banks
the ink spills, the words paint
a collage of love and hate,
Do you believe that destiny is the same as fate?
I write because something inside of me wants to escape.
Confiding in writing my thoughts often keep me awake.
Wake and bake.
Underneath you right now the earth shakes.
Time will tell if I will float or if I'll sank.
I use to meditate with Swisher's filled with Mary Jane.
Temporarily paralyzing the thoughts I think.
Leaving my dreams suspended we in a police state.
They're slowly building a fence around and locking the gate.
A fish in these waters I seen so many take the bait.
We all replaceable babies born to take our place.
Stay confident like Babe when I step up to the plate.
I'm freeing my people from mental slavery everyday.
I know Harriet and Sojourner would be proud of Me
I'm risking my freedom for people that I aint' even met
My mother would like me to join forces and become a vet
But I'm expressing thoughts that have the FEDS coming at your neck.
Like Martin, Malcolm, and Johnny was all put in check,
At times I wonder who is next?
For the three men above all I have is respect. They showed
Courage Peace and Love feelings I can emulate, reflect
cause in the face of Fear you have to learn and adapt.
Expect the unexpected and maintain aware developed minds
avoiding traps and filthy raps slowing down the hands of time
My brain starts to tingle I can feel it calculating rhymes
like news producers silence the truth and
constantly turning up the lies.
Dying is inevitable, Lives flash before our eyes.
Her skins as dark as the universe and her eyes as blue as the sky.
I've been through the lowest of lows that's why I'm constantly getting high
to ease the pain and break the chains I spread my wings to fly
to an eminent death when there's nothing left I love ones start to cry
and the only thing we can do about it is ask the Lord Whyyy?
"Yea, my country tis of thee, Sweet land of kill em all and let em die.
God Bless America"- Lil Wayne
I guess he loved the face
crinkling her nose,
as if she could ever look silly
I guess he loved the smile
when she caught him staring,
she always caught his eye
I guess he loved the excitement
she brought with her
everywhere they went,
always shining from her
I guess he loved the way
to hold his hand,
it always got him laughing
I guess he loved her too much,
because time was not enough,
and stole what they had
I guess he forget the tears
she easily cried
over simple things,
too fragile and weak
I guess he forget the nightmares
every night without his comfort,
always longing for his embrace
I guess he forget the mask
everyday of her life,
the only person to see her without it
I guess he forget he loved her,
because time was not the problem,
and what they had just
I do this for the ones who died to bring about the change
it's hard to stop the crying when you're standing in the rain
Our politicians lying they're just on a campaign
I realize with three eyes on my astral plane
breaking down a swisher filling it with Mary Jane
So I won't go insane from this knowledge that I've gained
the consequence of speaking out a bullet in your brain
or a one way trip to Guantanamo Bay
Join Forces with the Killers Rest In Peace J.F.K
Man Lacking Knowledge of who killed M.L.K
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing they are not who they portray
as yall can tell I'm back with the word play I see
Brothers killing brothers over colors that they claim
While our sisters are exploited for a dollar and some change
their fathers either dead or locked up in the chain gang
cause they were labeled felons for trafficking cocaine
Mama drop out of school and entered the dope game
was known to pull tricks and do strange things for change
they wanna chill with the gang but when it's time to bang
you'll find out that some of these suckers just wanted to hang
but I broke out of that cage all you need is couRAGE
It's like we're trapped in a maze trying to savor our days
while we're wasting our nights we're slowly fading away
Do you understand the message bibles try to convey?
Oh my, my, my...
It's a toss up really
On how much time I could spend
Reading the novel vs drooling
With fantasies firing like fireworks
Over the gorgeous muscular alpha male
Who could take me to such passionate heights
Of all kinds of enthusiasm
Making me screen in ecstacy
As he roars in beastly conquering!
If he weren't just a picture on a cover....
Well that excitement lasted like a second
Brainless...that's what he is...literally.
Somethings gotta be wrong with me.....im sick of being the "other" one.....the mistress or the side dish.....I want to be the one whos main babe....not the side gurl... Im sick of living that way. Its time I didn't let guys get away with treating me like im only 2nd best.....forget that I want to be The Only One....
it is true
when we give our blood too much
we aid in disempowerment
constant giving in love and providing does set unhealthy-precedent
and when it falters in its expected-rhythm
ugly-tantrums get thrown, bordering on disrespect
demands kick in hard upon trod-floor of insidious-hooks
there's always a rider for the other party on tightrope-theatre
some or other condition to feed the monster of excitement
while health straddles some jarring regions
in hostile-spitting strong enough to lance startling-injury
shoelaces dripped in hazard-oil over a generational-canyon
provides unwanted-fodder for establishing long-term slippage
(no! you weren't raised this way.. where does this stem from?)
there has been no failure to show how humans act and speak
this is unacceptable)
oh............you want / you want / you want..... all.. the.. time
then kick up unholy-storms when there's a break in rhyme
get ye, lad.. go practise your ire on a field
go throw a stick on the prairie
go find your path, you're old enough
yer insolence plain sucks!
(I could tell you .. you're rude.. go home,
but you already are!)
S T - 10 dec 13
it needs hair on teeth and grit in mouth to swallow some stuff, but persevere against adversity.. not always flippin' easy.
to teach independence and responsibility to children is a constant and ongoing thing.. one can hardly let up..
yeah, I guess it's the old adage of repetition, repetition, repetition ...
(there's a poem I half-remember.... about parents letting go of their offspring... natural pattern..)
between jagged-rocks and petulant-push
how breathes a soul
stuck in places where no space moves?
reach for the blue one.. then, a white one
later.. three small ones
wooden wheels of erstwhile-splendour
interest little to jelly already set
skull goes numb in efforts
can't keep placating, no
wrong to wring neck of bird
who feeds well the keeper
who keeps warm the feeder
who helps to lift the spirit
You are beautiful.
The words whispered without doubt.
Each syllable slipping through smoothly,
as if somehow shaping this statement supports
and supplements its substantiality.
A falling phrase fathering the feeling,
that every fleeting fear has found itself futile and foreign.
Until you find yourself yielding and yearning to yip,
as you did in the yesteryears of youth.
But these words are not spoken with enough clarity.
These words are taken as a compliment meant to leave you blushing.
They are understood as a revelation encountered after you are found to be the victor
of a superficial comparison with those around you.
As if each attractive feature earns you additional points,
with a judge that can be bought with each glance and smile and touch.
As if each insecurity that you feel,
or each person that you think is more alluring,
can somehow subtract from the meaning of the statement.
Your beauty cannot be compared.
The beauty that you contain cannot be explained
to joking friends when they ask where you fit in on a 10-scale.
You cannot put numbers next to the hope and insight that you so freely give.
There are not enough hedons to quantify it.
You are beautiful.
I will repeat it until you think it echoes off the walls surrounding you.
Until every time you look into a mirror you believe you have x-ray vision,
and you can see the warmth of your soul,
with the clarity of vision that you have granted me.
Until you realize that every smile that appeared,
every laugh that escaped,
and every brief happy dance that was ever done in your presence
was caused by the beauty that rests within you.
Wielding the talent to brighten a day with a single smile,
the power to make all of the worries and doubts in a person's mind disappear
with a single thoughtful statement,
a capacity for selflessness that allows no cynic to doubt your motives,
and the ability to make others realize their own beauty
just by interacting with you.
The world is more beautiful because you are a part of it.