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As I scribble and scrabble with these ( thoughts )
Yeah,
I see.. they seem wrote another man off
I see the fork in the road ( tossed )
Means..
They spoon feed us ( a lot )
Yeah,
I'm talkin bout' that slick-- ish
( like bots )
But.. no need to play scrabble with the snakes or
( the FOX )
and
No need for me to dabble in  the art  - of -  ( deficiency )
with memories lost in
or based on
( in ) consistencies
that has cost  ( US )  so much
History
Aye*
I know
It's a bit of a mystery but the rest is not mine
but  ( His
           Story )
This is America*
Jiminy Crickets!!
I can hear the' crickets
No need to be specific
See.,
I'm auditioning to be
my own
Critic
How?
By being hypo--cri-tic
Now..
Can I get a critique??
Cause I'm really not trying
to be
a
Menace
while drinking my...
Ooops
No need to finish this sen--tence
Cause I can see,
that I'm way outa-------- line
Out of pocket like its just__ Me  myself  and I
standing too close to  the edge
not minding my...  own
****.
Biz--ness
Ah! ha- ha!
ha- ha!
While smokin on yo
Top 5
What??  No
High Five
Hmmm..
Kinda risky
Taking shots
Hey,
Did you miss me?
Oh?!
But don't mind me
if I seem to be
J

u

s

t
Kidding
or
Gone
Fishin'
Kinda fishy huh?
Kinda iffy huh?
Nahh.,
That's just me   ov'er here
Candidly
wish'n
that you'd  give me
a  list-
en
Just wishful thinking., but at the same time., I'm troll'n
Khoi Jun 8
She got me at love
by a fluke like pulp fiction
strangers and blinders.
Contemplating
While at the same time
I'm concen--trating

Cause these days, I got a lot on my mind
And for me.. Well., that's an under
statement

Understand?

I mean.. do you really
under  stand?
or
stand?  under

Or just..

Stand - by
???

Like when you're lead right
you tend to write

Left                                      Right?

I mean.. Did you catch the
Phrase?

and
can       ?       you
match        the

place
     ?
   ment

Understood?

Or is it like egg in your face
when you can't
take
   it?

Or like the bruising of an E-go
when you can't
fake
   it?

But remember this..

Life will greet you either way
no matter the vice or the
A-gent

And it doesn't even matter
if it's  On  or  Off
screen

So I suggest that you just 
might as well

Face
  It
I wonder how many heads this will go over?
Sad to say.,
There's a portion of me
that's still feeling like I'm -trapped-
In
Now..
Am I totally lacking the con-fi-dence?
And its not by any typical blow to my
" Ego " or by any
Ac-ci-dent
Taken in and out of context
sorta like the excess of many accents
Feel'n I'm from another
Con-ti-nent
( Yeah ) So I guess you can say.. that my
current  per-so-na-li-ty is quite the
Op-po-site  of
" Freedom's  Plight "               ( books )
That is based on a quote from a ( note* ) that's deceivingly not
" Gift " wrapped
Thinking that I'm not.. wrapped to tight
Out of sight like a  cold - - - swipe
Though my insight in hindsight  seemingly be
Cold- as- Ice
As I'm steady  catching these fades off of  -two- blades
the fall is displayed
/ Artistically /
Perpendicular to the perfect picture
An illustration that I must of-- slipped
Up
All clinched up with both my fist  Up
And now my up side is.. Down
With both my feet above my - head -
Can't seem to place my feet  back on the
- ground -
And when I really think about it?
It has always been ( Me ) against the world
Cause when I turned my back on it?
I was caught lacking while slip'n
Falling back into my old
Skin
But the fault is neither a Black or White
" Thing "
I'm currently talkin bout a mixed.. blend
Just as these thoughts un-hinge to these new
-Sins-
And that's  regrettably.. the time I would hate to lend
while peeling back the fore-
Skin
( Smh )
Now tracing back to the quote.,
Lost in time  like a faded note.. endorsement
Bottled up with.. distortion
Forced to make a choice.. Truth or Dare?
Not- a- Fair
Spin
While currently  not liking how the " Truth "
bends
And that's when.. you are
in-discriminate-ly are shedding light at.. both
ends.. to possibly ( no end  ) to see an
-End-
And it's
Pain--staking-ly because
I'm so sick and tired  of tying up these..  loose.. ends
For Justice?
For Justice?
Has not been served
Cause everyday
I feel I'm being black balled systematically
like a.. bow-ling
Pin
But the only difference is between -Me- and
" Them "
is the color of my  Black
Skin
And that's  even when
I choose to go.. qui-et--ly
as I switch.. lanes
Cause at the end of the day?
I would still be.. just another  Black
Man
Who's humbly living this life the best way that only ( He )
Or should I say?
As only I.. can
Not focusing on the next.. Man
For my only focus now.. is ( Yah ) the God of Heaven
And my bread of choice is  un-leavened
And his eye is  truly on the
Spar--row   ➡  ( spare "/" row )
Peep*   the Arrow
And now..
The only pathway I'll take for the means of e-scape
For me?
Is Narrow
The plight of every black man is to take the " Narrow" path
Can apply to any man as well
( note* ) Notes or thoughts recorded in a note or notebook or books in general. Also, relating to the things we've been taught that may have influenced us in one way or another + or - ( note* ) Could also mean a suicide note or letter that was purposely left behind to be discovered
( Peep* ) referring back to the bow-ling Pin reference
Time takes, sometimes goes tricky
Time heals, how immense your pain'll be
Time pays , the harder fu*k she
Time play, Whenever you go *****
When I pen play, Time leaps
Long Time No see
As the World
turns
I can hear the world
Yearn
They're unruly and desperately
reck-less
seeking for love on ever-
lasting
terms
But they proceed with no concern
they're unable to discern or
learn
Not heeding the many
warnings and dan-
gers
Unaware of the many
forces that lin-
ger
Now as we stand by idly
as we witness
this cruel state of
Ig-nor-ance
We're losing our
Innocence
instead of making sense
of what's
going on
Unconvinced
of the shapes that are
taking form
We're miss-in-
formed
sowing the seeds to breed the
Devil's
Spawn
Provoking violence within the
mindset
of the spiritually blinded
While letting our
Silence
speak the truth
of the spirits that blind
Us
Reminding us
of where we Fail
A rude awakening
outa the
Spell
Snapping outa the
Trance
of being frozen in a
mea-ning-less
stance
For our only chance to
Survive
Is to thrive in our
circumstance
Moving on in advance
observing Truth
Learning to pro-
gress
As we focus in our aims
to Arrest
these
developments of
Carnality
We're pulling down the
Devil's
Faculty
Exposing Principalities
wherever
they
may
Be
Ephesians 6:12-20
Written around the early mid 2000's
I was living a life  that was mainly
on  the shelf
While feeling de-tach  from the art  it-
self
As I'm
purpose-ly  forgetting the heart that I left
on the steps
like it was ne- ver  felt
But not quite  the pursuer  of  fortune or fame
to gain steps  or any other
measure of wealth
So..
Basically
I am no longer  pleased with
pleasure'n self
Or anything that's hazardous to
my Health
But always looking to improve
myself
While needing that space for
myself
As I take the  necessary positive
steps
cause it alll   Helps
As I'm now..
eyeing the hand that I've been
dealt
And as I'm   shuffling with these cards
that I   now hold?
Just know..
that I am looking to show
Ab-so-lute-ly
no  one else
And as for my regards to the cards that I
once held?
Well..
I tend  to disregard them practically with
no eff  or  F
Which means  without fail
Man..
I   could   care
Less
And as I  sit here  and reminiscence
I once was like a house on a hill   un-
til  I
fellllll
Deaf
So most  definite-ly  I had no  sound-
ness
of mind  at the time
Yeah, it was like so  I guess
Yeah man, it was basically allll  stress
And even unto this day  in  re-tro-
spect
I still hold  in  re-gret
Falling in and out of   Luv
with that
Yet
Case in point ( in fact ) Oh Yes  I must
con-fess
that I was still
head over hills   in Luv
with Death
Which lead me to..
Making many more bad moves and many more  wrong-
turns
Man,  I was riding on  the curb  and then I  swerved
and I think I took a  ( hard )  Left
While almost having to   meet
with Death
Yeah, I know
I must admit that I was trip'n
I was totally  at odds  with  myself
But once I caught a glimpse  of
myself
I didn't like what I was seeing
It was mainly ob-scure
and obscene
Yeah,
Quite an ug- ly scene
Man ( Smh )
I didn't even know what I was seeing
And, I couldn't even see  be- yond
the scene
And if you  can read in between the lines and  the seams
and if you had seen what I had seen?
You would know what  I  mean
No doubt
I took it to the  ex- treme
And it went so far  as to have seen  many things through visions and dreams
in  my sleep
And as I recall   it was
so   Deep
Man..
But that's one of those records or recollections  I
rather not have to repeat  and that's  whether I'm awake or
whether it's  in  my sleep
So..   for now?    
                              
                                    
                                  I
                            ­            think I'll
                                                        just­ be
                                                    
                                           Brief
eff ( effort ) F ( Failure )
POSSIBLE Feb 15
Ya,

I got my limits
Been here since
hell and back

breathless from carrying Blood and flesh
Bone-World curved to welcome back

Shape-dependent gimmicks tracing  
fresh tension lines followed right on track.

Invisible Limits.....    /   /     /    / .......
Can't see em, so I cant follow back

Right on track, tongue-tied and strapped up
with a strep throat still, its my turn to step up

else Lady luck might step back, all clammed up
**** I Just hoping this note will...

Curse hope, bless action
See its My cipher to rap now

My meaning to unpack; but how?
Courage and Care is a fact plowed

Strength in the face of what we can bear
Samsara, its a Wheel of time turning back now

The only time I show me limits is always
Vulnerable. still hanging in ghetto hallways

Your place safe and sound, you need but call me
I show me, I mean all ME. I mean All Men, I mean Amen. Ah man...

Living shadow, ghost abode, the heart just saying love me
love me, love me,  love me, lord. Keep me warm.

I've never been so cold as looking at the tribe
around the fire's with that fine glow.
Where Freezing feels like final.

breathless from carrying
Bone, Blood and Flesh, flush chested
Do your best, Dont love any less
See your smile, its a breath

to me ...(and Im swimming seas till im Seasick, waves painting a scene sick)

Those curves like Pieces of music,
Kicking hard as I can swimming like im Sea-kick
movement aligned to life and death.

my hide or hair, which can these save?

Music lines and strings of words, its like church to all of us
You see its Cake or death

not willing to lose it, like the chirps of birds seem to follow up
as the morning fights for breath.
Aye Yo
I swear..
That my mind's been spinning
Around and Around
Like my head's literally

On, the Ceiling

So you should already know..
That I'm not a big fan of
Windmills or Pinwheels

But my thoughts are mainly
Off the scene

Man.. I rather stay chill like them
Crimson Trees, so much like
the Breeze

I'm just Chill'n

But it's not a cool feeling just
standing around with both feet on
the ground, while suddenly having this..
Cruel Feeling

That Life
Is not a  CRUISE
Nope..

There's no
Smooth Sailing

But my tendencies are itching
For me to be E-
vasive

But yet trouble and I still met
NEVERTHELESS.. And I could only
guess.. it was because

We were both being
TENACIOUS!!

But in this world where we both
live, is really not that
Spacious

Which kinda feels like I'm trapped
within a Dungeon
Or maybe?
Some kind of creeped out
Basement

But now it's all Eyes on me
See.. How I got the whole
world peeping and in A-
mazement

But to them?
I'm just another
HEAD CASE
As I speak.. on what they said
LIKE
Yeah, He's apparently
Off his MEDS!!

Yep..
As I turned to
Face them

That's why I consider them each
to be my enemy now
Because I'm seeing
Three or Four
Hundred more now
And they're all

[[  " RATTLING MY CAGES!! " ]]

And it's so much so
That I just imagine them all
On stone walls..

As being  FACELESS!!

And I've been living and thinking
this way.. ever since

But the suspense is killing me more
Although? Vandal be.. my Alias
Which is a cruel art to pitch
But still..

I must  DEFACE THEM!!

So as of now..
I couldn't care less about this mess
that I've been left with
Or should I say
Cursed?

Or better yet..
For the lack of a better word
I've been hit with
the TRUTH

Which was never heard

But right now?
I am not the one to be
Messed with

For I have  PTSD
To the MAX!!
Or either Or
I have just been tagged from
here on and so on and so on
And further more..

As just another
Insane Poet ( slash ) Prophet with a
HIT LIST
I am not a Ceiling Fan ( I am not crazy )
Crimson Trees ( Fall season )
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