Poet : " Hey peeps"

Singer : "sup"

Artist : " Hiii"

Poet : " I was wondering, its quite intriguing how we are all quite similar , yet different as well "

Artist :  "How so ?"

Poet :  " Well, we all show , some feeling or emotion or portray any message in some sort of form, one way or another "

Singer : "Thats true , I use my voice so that many can hear my lyrics whether cryptic or not "

Poet : True, but you also forgot...

Artist : "Poet does this as well , despite the words on paper for many to read , poet doesn't quite sing in melody , but speaks so that many can hear the words to tell the message "

Poet : " Exactly , thank you Artist "

Artist : " No problem , as for me I neither Sing nor speak , my art paint the words I want to convey in the mind as an image "

Singer : "Yes,Yes, But don't you at times say what your art means , so technically you do speak kinda"

Artist : " Hahaha , *******, yes but I would only say 15-20 per cent of the time , to convey what i'm trying to define "

Poet : " Fair enough but technically poets can do this as well , in fact there is a type of poetry called...

Artist : " Concrete, Yes I know , such a flattering name by the way, hahaha "

Singer : " Hahaha"

Poet : " Anyways! , to add to poetry we need not have to create art , for our message to be visualized "

Singer : " Thats all well and good , however in the rhythmic sway in the melodies of song , I quite literally move people , you could even say the way they dance to my songs to show how it makes them feel , expressing themselves, as well as painting a picture ...."

Poet :  "Hahaha damnnn, are you trying to show your the best ?"

Singer : " Just saying facts , not my fault it might come across as me being the best "

Poet : "Do try and remember us Poets do move those who read or listen to our poetry , they can relate. On the words , they think and meditate plus with those lines an image in there mind they do,  re-create"

Singer : " Really , you just couldn't help not rhyming ? "

Poet : " Don't hate , appreciate.. "

Singer : " Oh gosh... "

Artist : " Hahaha"

Artist : " Don't forget us Artists , our art , can move people , maybe not as physically as you Singer, but we can cause a sway of thoughts for a painting can have a multitude of meanings"

Artist :  " Sometimes it is better not to tell them my definition of the painting, but to see what it means to them and how it makes them feel "

Singer : " Sigh fair enough you got me there... "

Poet : " Its like I said , we are similar in the fact , that we portray something in our own unique act , to wonder and see how the viewer will react , to see the thoughts and feelings in our different dealings... To..."

Singer : " Oh my gosh we get it... No need to rhyme us to oblivion"

Artist : " We all basically show some sort of message just in a different way "

Singer : " See , why couldn't you just say that poet ? "

Poet : " Oh shut up."

Artist ; " Hahaha"

Boom! The explosion of creativity , when all the lanes or veins in the brain connect , causing you to know what to do , such a great feeling, when it hits you...

Like a train , moving like clockwork to its destination , you having no hesitation , just forward-forward momentum , making you feel Centum per centum , in other words you feel 50 plus 50 or happy and nifty

All distractions blocked, you like a ****** , target locked, you full of finesse, no hater can tell you less

your mind like : idea , idea, idea
having feelings of : no fear, no fear , no fear
your mind : so clear , so clear , so clear

you on a roll , perputual motion.
Flowing wavy like the ocean.
Just enjoying the productive notion

The moment of eureka ,
Like lady luck just blessed you and you meet her

Free flowing, no sign of slowing....down
you so excited , as if you want to give yourself a creativity... crown

Shout-out to everyone , you're creative , innovative , you're all artists in your own right
Each and everyone of you having a light so bright

The Nocturnal myth , who's eyes never drift into slumber...

Who stays up thinking about Ambitions, Dreams that run in his mind so deep and the price he pays for this is the sleep he can not reap....

Who stays up thinking about the current problems he face , each one like a feature length show in his mind with no means to an end , each one he is trying to amend...

Who stays up , simply because each day goes way too fast and , to slow down the tempo , a couple hours more are required to fully appreciate seeing another day...

Who stays up , since the true aura of his creativity seems to unlock, causing no writer's block,  causing more ideas to flow , with each passing tick-tock of the clock ....

Who stays up, since, just like the owl who actively hunt their prey at night, he actively hunts down his targets , his goals , his dreams  that feed his drive....

But... Even he needs rest, rest to not overthink the obstacles he face, rest to keep and maintain his brain , so new ideas can continue fruition and not starve and be subjected to malnutrition, rest so he can wake to spend time with friends and family...

So rest well , for tomorrow is fast approaching and tonight has reached its conclusion....

Good Night for now.... or should I really say Good Morning ?

Anyways I'm off to bed... Peace.

Scribble, scribble, I write notes after notes
Click, click, on the web ,I research more and more....
Tick-tick, I go to bed at 4 in the morning
Beep, beep, My alarm wakes me and I'm still tired and yawning
Open, open, my eyes, I feel as if I'm in a game and respawning...
Ready, ready, is what I am for the day...

So...

Let me make so more tea, that weirdly replenishes my energy and then continue on the grind...

Back to constantly working on the ideas on my mind....

Back to working on my self ,the new year is on its way, the new me resumes it's hardworking today

Although the new year may be a month away, today marks the last month of the year, the last month before a new transformation flourishes

I say flourish not start , since it has already begun..... 2019 is steadily on the horizon so sit back and enjoy the fun....

2019...

What becomes of the year?
What becomes of me?
A new step closer to making my own history, maybe ?
Enough questions , for now I will wait , watch and see....

Chains unbound , Shackles broken , Voices unheard finally
spoken.....

A raised fist to empower a community , to show strength , defiance , resistance and unity.... John Carlos & Tommie Smith

A man who had a dream , so big it endures til this very day , so big , it can't be cast cast away.... Martin Luther King

A lady who sat in front of the bus , thinking , why seating there was such a fuss , confident and brave.... Rosa Parks

A man loved by an African nation , capturing all with with his own brand of Afrobeat music creation.... Fela Kuti

A lady tending to the sick and wounded , bruised and battered , though a ghastly sight , ensuring their well-being , to her ... was all that mattered....Mary Seacole

Throughout history and even now , many have shown....

B-   Brilliance and Bravery
L-   Liveliness
A-  Ambition
C - Courage , Confidence and Creativity
K - Knowledge

( You saw the title , so please go on ahead and skip me.)





Oh... you clicked on me , I see....


Honestly though, don't mind me , i'm just here camouflaged masterfully into the screen page


My opinion ? , my voice ?  , it need not matter, i'm just here for the sake of it, besides anything I utter isn't heard or acknowledged....


so please I insist continue somewhere else and pretend i'm not here


What am I about ?


....Nothing really to be honest ,

..... look I feel a bit stifled here so please can you just go away , I know you're trying to be nice but i'm just not in the mood


Please please , will you go away I don't need to be judged or scrutinized by you ,

sooo please leave okay ....

i'm just an unimportant poem who you will forget about and stop reading ...


Oh my gosh, what is the point of you still reading ?

i'm not going to rhyme for you , and clearly i'm not that 5-7-5 syllable poetry style, what is it called ?...

you know what never mind just go please...



Still here... sigh....


I apologize for my rudeness , i'm not one to talk much to others, in fact when you really think about this, this is you reading me and me not actually talking ,

I do enjoy my own company but hey, who doesn't right ?


...And please don't assume i'm a loser or a nobody

because I. am. Not.


I am a hidden gem, who you probably have never heard of, my talents are untold myths...


I may be in the background but I observe and keep it moving,

Must I be involved in everything ?

      P

Ctrl :
Control your mind, to see the good in all
Even when your latest stumble has you fallen
Don't let those creepy critters of dark thought get crawling

They say the world is your oyster,
The world is what you make it,
So first visualize it and grab the bull by the horns,
So in reality you can take it

They say, once you're in full control , your level of freedom is dangerous,
Your creativity becomes more and more contagious
Your happy with your self and you level up to heights outrageous
No longer is your mind trapped in any types of cages....
For you are free...

Alt:
Alternate , to get that reality to start,
To get the old self to your new self , eating your dust and world's apart,
Call it if you want project "change"
Possibly make it a continuous thing to get your goals completed and more in target range....

Alternate this perception to stay in your lane, if you want to be more then one thing
Then just do it, do not refrain
If it is truly something you want to attain

Del :
Delete the remnants of the alteration ,
In a way , your deleting the bugs in your computer system, for a more smoother operation
Getting things moving , terrible habits you're losing
Each challenge you face , thanks to bug removal, you get past them , like your in a Ferrari just crusing

Ctrl-Alt-Del, a command that can cause a shutdown and also allow a restart
In other words shutdown past failures and start again knowing where to improve
And just improve, improve , improve

Happy New year everyone

The first draft is....Rough,
rough like my hair when it has not been tamed by the metallic teeth of my comb,
words crossed out in my notes are the battle scars of my ideas,
Even the pen is running out of ink due to the uphill struggle of writing out my thoughts,


The first draft is...Illegible,
the words not yet translated,
so for now , only the translator understands the vision for their work,
to those who do not have the writers eye , they see scribbles,
to the writer them self, it is the birth of a masterpiece about to take shape,


The first draft is....formless,
formless like water,
until I have managed to contain what I write in the form I have chosen,
it will just splash on to the page,
flowing and pouring all over the paper like an Oceans raging current,


The first draft is..... a bit of a roller-coaster
since the process is both exciting and frustrating,
tiresome and exhilarating,
multiple warring factions of moods arise which can cause a tornado,
since there is a constant whirl of emotions
on whether this fits or not,
or maybe I should change this line or keep it


Overall the first draft... is a foundation for something great,
each part built up brick by brick,
polished to smooth its edges,
transcribed to express what you meant all this time,
finally taking the form you shaped it for,
the tornado transforming into a gentle breath of fresh air,
as you gradually craft a piece of beauty ,

5...

4...

3...

2...

1... lets go

Tick Tock tick Tock, time can be a blur, we all need to enjoy each minute, each second that much I can concur, before I go on I apologize if my words are a slur..

Live life to the fullest, reduce any regrets you have, evolve be  your best version, yes i know it can be quite a hard conversion , at all times be yourself, for long life keep good health...

Random this poem may be, words that I have typed most likely overused used, but yet the action of the words underused, all in all make sure to smile, to laugh, to once in a while have a bath, conquer your desire, always reach higher, the next generation try to inspire, show them that incandescent fire, that they will definitely require and at the end of all that don't overwork, in essence retire...

Thou clock hath reached its twelfth hour and my belly rumbles as if to waketh an angry beast from its slumber

To tame this beast, it seemeth only right that I must consume to cease such devilish pangs of hunger that keepeth the trembles quiver

I telleth mine self, fear not rampant beast, there is a solution to this troublesome problem... we must make haste to thine fridge for there are treasures both man and woman desire....food

Oh curses ! I forgot to doth thine shop for food yesterday, let us hopeth there is  a snack in thine treasure chest

I open thine chest and covereth mine eyes from its blazing light that fills the room , I adjust mine eyes and to no surprise, the chest is exsufflicate, oh curses ! , oh curses ! I scream

I search each shelf of the chest, seeing nothing but milk and some vegtables, unfortunately that wilt not suffice this ever raging beast

Is all hope lost ? Must I attempt survival of thine night with this beast which wilt not alloweth me slumber ?

I dart mine eyes into the cold abyss ; the freezer .... my last hope....

With a yell that would scare the gods , I shouteth , Hoo-rah !, Hoo-rah ! it seemeth I hath Oreo  flavoured Ice Cream that has remained untouched of human hands

I check this valuable piece of treasure, it is full and the fragments of Oreo glisten like the stars that brighten the heavens

The beast wilt cease its rage , for this day lady luck has bestowed her blessings on me...

Note to thyself : On the morrow , thine quest for food will begin...

When at times you can not be asked ...

just try to push on..

your will thank yourself later

Rosa Parks , MLK , Malcolm X , to those who stood up for equality , who pushed against authority , to be seen as more as just a minority , this month goes to you , those very few that knew that all black people are special and should take pride in being black....

Indeed black lives matter , in fact all lives matter , whether this month is to celebrate black excellence or not..... be proud of you , understand that many before you fought , so we could have equal rights , equal say , so at last we could at least say hooray , so we could speak , so we could shout , that our voices be heard.....

Celebrate this month with joy , happiness and if you have to cry to deep those who fought so hard for moments like these , go ahead , turn each teardrop afterwards in to euphoria , into delight , into a smile so bright , for they did not do this in vain , they withstood so much , I could hardly imagine the pain they went through for this gain....

Despite this month , celebrate who you are daily , although i speak of black history month , I also speak to everyone , be comfortable in your identity , in your skin , in who you are because you can only be yourself and that fact in its self , is a testament of empowerment , of greatness , of just pure awe that you alone should always adore...

In essence happy black history month and a happy day to all of you...

Ever just want to write, just to let off some steam ?

Amazing

Rhythmic in its own way

Tenacious


Three ways I that could describe art

It can divide opinion yet the majority of people can all agree that it has some awe , some beauty to it ....

The way it something may be drawn or written, since art can paint pictures visualized in the mind and need not always be clear in plain sight, but back to what I was saying, there is always some sort of rhythm to it, off beat , on beat, whatever it may be it is there whether it can be explained or not

Art never gives up , slightly weird statement but basically, there will always be appreciation for all kinds of art, some may not be enjoyed by others, but give it time and it will get picked up  by someone who finds incredible....

That first time, those nerves erupting, sometimes no manifestation through body language , other times the tremors of the body so strong as if you are your own earthquake and the flood of sweat , each trickle flowing heavy like a steam

That first time, the excitement bubbling away , the new job ,school or whatever it is causing a fizzy sensation , like a coca cola bottle that has been shaked and as soon as it opens , it lets loose with no restraint

That first time , where you feel you should be perfect in your approach, possibly causing you to be overly serious and not entirely relaxing, since one hick-up you make renders you hot and flustered, forgetting you are human and that mistakes happen

That first time. with the marination of nerves , excitement and trying to be perfect mixed together, causing the birth of an unusual, unique, yet indescribable feeling, one that if you could taste, you really could not distinguish whether it was sweet or sour , but you would not want another taste

There is a first time for everything, sometimes you may feel like this, sometimes you don't, sometimes it is a quick momentary thing, other times it is the whole day, but hey, when it is over, you will be relieved since now you have gained at least a little experience

thought to self...

Wonder if i'm any good at poetry.... hmmm...

Ah well just keep trying