BlakOps

BlakOps Feb 2012

Planet Rock bumps the box
Cardboard floors, spin some more
Floetry lesson on every corner

Not old enough am I.
But jealous, yes I.

My windows open to times past
Times filled with hop & hip
Soul & Blues &
Rhythm too.
That music for the soul,
Music that fills the streets,
Music filled with love, peace and chicken grease.

Critique is welcomed.

BlakOps Feb 2012

Talking to an old friend

She said, “You’ll be alone till your old and dead"
Well not in those exact words but feel the verb
      ALONE.
Like a Stab to the heart from Al Capone
I thought I had what it takes
               To find love, happiness, possibly a suitable mate
                    Or two, or three,
                         See I never thought it would be just me
I think she just tamed this tiger.

It was thought to be impossible…
In that one phrase I became trainable,
Undeniable, she put me in my place—definable.

           Will I find a queen, even a princess will do
           I have to wince
           Pinch myself into reality
           I'm making girls mad at me
           Chasing one after the other
           Come on ladies holla at a brotha
           Save me from my wallowing sorrows
           Just want a heart to borrow
           Doesn’t have to be solid, jus’ tryin to make it to tomorrow

Sittin’ on a pile of my own lonely thought
           Epiphany!
Do I know love?
           Have I given it away?
Probably steal it everyday
Might have met it once or twice
I have not a clue.
I obviously don’t know love.

Critique is welcomed.

BlakOps Feb 2012

WAIT

Blackbored,
Mockin’ my sin.
Off topic thoughts
Lost in clouds
Wait.
I’m day dreamin’ again.
Gettin’ a headache
Starin’ at this papermate.
Prayin’ for ink volcanoes
As papers lay waste,
Book bag graveyards claim
Tree sashimi
But wait.
I’m sleepin’ again.
Tan colored walls, I’m fiendin’ again.
Blue waters, clean air
Sand freckles on Brown skin
Time is not of the essence
White webs claim to be beds,
Only to claim time as a victim
Stop.
Lost me again.
Starin’ at a screen
Colorful words fill white walls
The desktops hardly seems like a substitute
Drones stare harder
Teeth cut through chain
Walls crumble beneath my feet
Halt.
Where are my friends?
A partner in crime
Trouble is requirement,
Adventure is not a doubt

                                                                           But wait.
                                                                                                       I’m only dreamin’ again,
                                                                                     Fiendin’ again,
                                                                                               Where is reason?

Critique is welcomed.

BlakOps Feb 2012

Woahman!

Ever wonder why they call them woman?
Like is it woeman?
Or is it,
Woahman?

In any case it can be both?

First sight is like WOAH!man.
Then after a while,
It’s like woeman.
Like, which is it?

Is it both?

Maybe,
Like, just maybe,
It’s the product
Of Both, yeah both.

Critique is welcomed.

BlakOps Feb 2012

I and I love

I’m feeling a deeper connection
Can I share my affection…with you?
Only you
I’m not head over heels
You don’t complete me, as far as I know,
But there is something more, you’re
Not like others, way more of a rider
Way more I can’t decipher
Your aura emits love, share
With me, with care,
You and I will reach heights
Only physically conceivable with flight
Mentally free, ready grow roots with you
Red, gold, green
The anthem of you and me
I know you feel Jah’s grace
Same as me, I see in your face
Though I know you hide your heart
Jah love flow through me
Bring passion to thee
Open heart, open mind
Only to penetrate see
only to feel love
Only to feel we

Critique is welcomed.

BlakOps Feb 2012

F*** School

World War this, Critical think that
For what? Me ain' kno no white man struggle.
Might as well be the business of a muggle, juggle
the thoughts leading to actions,
leading to memories,
Of greater things than this chair
this table
this paper.
Yes paper, we all need paper.
Fixes all problems, makes all faker.
All prophesized by a great man, Weber.
See the fornification of men onto women must be of great importance to the survival of a familial structure which opposes the direction humankind pushes societies boundaries.

STOP. I blacked out.
What the **** just came out my spout...

Nonsensical happenings in a blackboard dreamland
Chalk dust monsters attack.
I react.
Evil vampires swoop
Come try to **** my blood
Impossible.
My veins are dry.
Zombified, I am.
I’m sorry teach,
You took it all already.

Critique is welcomed.

BlakOps Feb 2012

Still Deep

Still waters run deep
Benign, at first
Thoughts seep in,
             Creep
Through near invisible cracks in your walls
                                                      Fall,
They will. Don't
             Sleep.
I don’t want you to miss it.
If the wall stands
You were made of a better
               Man.
If not it wasn’t made to be.
Mind you might not be the only one.
For your undoing has me undone.
Left hoping for another chance of saving you
                                       some.
                                     No fun, for the both of us.
Trying to prove it wasn't just,
                                         lust.
Better yet,
Prove we had
                                        trust.
I lost the better part of both of
                                          us.
In this fog of deep and old,
I lost what was once to
                             behold.
The mist grows heavy,
Calms all water, as it runs deep.

Critique is welcomed.