MasikaniCrocodile: Favorites

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

Redshift

educational
suicide bomber
took an in-class essay
to the jugular
pen to the heart
inkstained
fingers
fell apart
all the things
brain-washed into me
suddenly
dissipate
and float like ash
in the wake
of my explosion
or lack
thereof
ugh

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

I find it a bit funny.

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

Tonya Cusick

I find it a bit funny.

I find it odd and a bit un-fair,
how these people mimic,
laugh and stare.
I hate this place,
where concentration is forced,
I hate this place,
It is my torment.
I'm invisible, so it seems.
They acknowledge then ignore,
I've learned to not acknowledge anymore.
So if you see me, you really don't,
If you know me, you are fooled,
This facade that I maintain.
I am the young crazed and hungry,
I find it a bit funny.

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

Organic Soul.....

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

Quentin Briscoe

Organic Soul.....

I miss my Organic Soul...
                                       And its tuesday...
I'm left without a home...
What do you say...
When I wanna speak a word...but yet no ears have heard... because I've lost my Organic soul...
I Feel so cold...
I guess I could warm on Wednesdays...
                                        But I still feel so alone...
I miss the music in my life...
With no organic soul, I'm not whole..
                                       Just a poet without a mic...
11 years of life and my soul was there every night...
              Cuz it was organic...
                more like magic...
that walt disney never had...
See it was real...
Organic like having a mom and dad...cuz we all got a mom and dad...
But if your was organic you could rock the mom and mom and respect the dad and dad...
See the freedom was unchained...
                                            and the artist had no vian....
Just a vein that made us one...who ever blessed the stage...
Cuz the beauty was organic..
.Athena she never had it...
Just that little scene on Egear Street...Where the world could hear my magic...
I miss my Organic soul...
so I roam the streets without one...
Cuz Nothing could feel as pure as you...
                                                        Its Tuesday And I don't know what to do...

Organic soul was the Dopest!!! Open mic spot in Baltimore, Every Tuesday and ever since Jan of this year it has been no more...I'm lost!!! :(

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

i think it's love.

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

Redshift

i think it's love.

oh,
dead
sleeping
snoring
college student,
i have the strangest
affection
for you.
drooling
wheezing
beauty
you lie on your desk
like a spilled milkshake in a parking lot
occasionally mumbling
things about
classes
and rap lyrics
finally,
a man who understands
my ideals.

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

INNER-CITY BEAT

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

Celine Leduc

INNER-CITY BEAT

Living in the city, exposes us to inner-city life
Life and death dance with each other.
Maples Road, Elm Street or Pine Avenue
No such trees shade your way.
A tress falls a child falls, R.I.P.
The forest is now a wooden coffin.
Trees planted are young and sickly.
Buildings and not trees offer shade.

The streets are like a cloudy rainy day.
Cement and asphalt stifles the grass.
Cops walk the beat, whistles blow
Sirens, honking horns, gunshots,
Tires screeching scream for attention.
Gangs are rebels with a cause, to be free
Try to listen for the heartbeat.
Life in the city can be life and not death.

Listen, can you hear!  A child is calling.
Look can you see!  A baby is crawling
A blade of grass grows in the cracks.
The inner-city is alive with a new beat.
Life can grow, life can thrive
Let's gang-up for a cause to free
Let’s tap to the beat we call life.

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR - TOM DALEY

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

Xavier Paolo Josh Mandreza

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR - TOM DALEY

If not with those Pennies insure the Prank
And take Profession from his Engineer
Replace his Dowry; His Welcome be Frank
For billowing Youths on his Life-Blown Steer
How unique then, your Generation's greet
Something which the Elders may not hold place
To bribe their Thumbs; Tens-by-Ten-Places meet
And pass his Tickets for your jolly face
But what squabble must this Ritual provide
Save that Ceremony which marks your Friend
To whose Toyish Moments breathe your Confide
By his Years consult your own Testament.
This was your Cue. To come out of your Shell
Free from your Chains; To those Vices be well.

#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

Contradiction

Apr 2013 MasikaniCrocodile

blythe

Contradiction

I said "Leave me alone"
But I really want you to stay by my side
Wanting to feel you more.

I said "I'm fine"
Though I'm really not
While pretending I'm really just fine.

I said "I don't love you"
But when you look into my heart,
You'll see your name written all over it.

I said "I moved on"
Though I'm still under the shadows of my past
Not letting me move forward.

I said "I surely can do it"
But there are a lot of doubts and fear inside me
Putting my hopes down.

I said "I'm brave and strong"
Though I have never been that tough enough
Always being afraid of going beyond my comfort zone.

I said "I'm like an open book"
But the truth is I have never let anyone see the whole real me
Still hiding under my shell like a frightened turtle.

Sometimes, what I said is not what I really mean
Making others confused of my real thoughts and feelings.