#boogz - Hello Poetry

And though we've all commonly been caressed by oppressive distress, We're granted the opportunity To Repossess Our spirituality. These are the rules that reign our domain. i remember the day he asked me "Yo, Boogz, you wanna run a session", What the **** was he thinking? **** I'll run it on a neurotic progression Of this lyrical obsession, Forget your indiscretion, I'll leave your head knotting in impression Have you second-guessing the oppression of this "session", And embedded with my confessions, No order or succession, Personal expression is not my profession, but I think im getting clear to you If you want meaning out of this, Good luck I'm gonna need a C-section, See, its all words strung together only identifiable by the person who wrote 'em, Any questions? Good, cuz i have one for you. Have you ever seen a person with a soul glimmering gold Who strolled down the wrong road? A person who stowed such a load of mold That he couldn't unfold, And the end result was to implode? Well I've met a lot of them. Including me. In fact this room is full of them. But we're not outcasts unless we place that label on our skin, There's too many good intentions fighting to win, But its almost like we have this evil twin, This Mr. Hyde that hides within, It's actually a good thing the shell is thin, And since we all share this downfall, It doesn't matter what shade our skin is... we're kin. Our tears run from eyes in the same que. We've all been beat down, Felt defeated, Needed To cry But we all grow bolder, Become generals, And in order to be a general - first you gotta be a soldier. I commend all men who ascend to the end, Whose worlds of pretend Transcended through the bends, Twists, and all kinds of mends, to meet. The ones who make are examples, That we don't have to die. The journey of a million tears, Starts with that first lump in your throat. It's only a speed bump. You can get over it. Your addiction.

0

Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC

BoogzThePoet

Addiction

And though we've all commonly been caressed by oppressive distress, We're granted the opportunity To Repossess Our spirituality. These are the rules that reign our domain. i remember the day he asked me "Yo, Boogz, you wanna run a session", What the **** was he thinking? **** I'll run it on a neurotic progression Of this lyrical obsession, Forget your indiscretion, I'll leave your head knotting in impression Have you second-guessing the oppression of this "session", And embedded with my confessions, No order or succession, Personal expression is not my profession, but I think im getting clear to you If you want meaning out of this, Good luck I'm gonna need a C-section, See, its all words strung together only identifiable by the person who wrote 'em, Any questions? Good, cuz i have one for you. Have you ever seen a person with a soul glimmering gold Who strolled down the wrong road? A person who stowed such a load of mold That he couldn't unfold, And the end result was to implode? Well I've met a lot of them. Including me. In fact this room is full of them. But we're not outcasts unless we place that label on our skin, There's too many good intentions fighting to win, But its almost like we have this evil twin, This Mr. Hyde that hides within, It's actually a good thing the shell is thin, And since we all share this downfall, It doesn't matter what shade our skin is... we're kin. Our tears run from eyes in the same que. We've all been beat down, Felt defeated, Needed To cry But we all grow bolder, Become generals, And in order to be a general - first you gotta be a soldier. I commend all men who ascend to the end, Whose worlds of pretend Transcended through the bends, Twists, and all kinds of mends, to meet. The ones who make are examples, That we don't have to die. The journey of a million tears, Starts with that first lump in your throat. It's only a speed bump. You can get over it. Your addiction.

55

Bartender, I ask for a full glass of the elixir I asked you for before. Something inside me cries, more then it did before. Or ever actually Weeks, and days, turn to hours, minutes, seconds, but still ripple of moments. Moments that find me back here lusting for the poison that becoming, so becoming. Maybe im here cause my father craved this chair. Maybe im here cause he’s seeing my day become D-day, and not just today but everyday, all day and probably tomorrow too. 13 years old, crying for help, a little boy appeared at his meadow of wisdom, and all he says is “have a drink with me” So I drink, I drink some more, and I drink enough that now the foot of my bed has become this wooden armrest where I meet a new neighbor by the hour, My bed pillows have become this poison, the only feeling that lays my head to rest, battles caged and blurred in routine, battles with the child inside me, the man now, and everything in-between.

0

Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC

BoogzThePoet

Bartender

Bartender, I ask for a full glass of the elixir I asked you for before. Something inside me cries, more then it did before. Or ever actually Weeks, and days, turn to hours, minutes, seconds, but still ripple of moments. Moments that find me back here lusting for the poison that becoming, so becoming. Maybe im here cause my father craved this chair. Maybe im here cause he’s seeing my day become D-day, and not just today but everyday, all day and probably tomorrow too. 13 years old, crying for help, a little boy appeared at his meadow of wisdom, and all he says is “have a drink with me” So I drink, I drink some more, and I drink enough that now the foot of my bed has become this wooden armrest where I meet a new neighbor by the hour, My bed pillows have become this poison, the only feeling that lays my head to rest, battles caged and blurred in routine, battles with the child inside me, the man now, and everything in-between.

16

Life’s a trip aint it? Cause I can see myself there. In the courtside of movement with my daughter Teaching her the fundamentals to this foreplay break form we call top rocking See, cause we all started while still in the fetus of knowledge, dance was our way out far sighted to the violence was most important My neighbors enriched themselves a devil’s deal with other advocates Sold their souls to hate, Gun play, drugs, **** and discriminate……tion. Since that first get down on my auntie’s wooden floors, Or since seeing the smooth criminal himself steal the encore, I became the Xerox copy, mirroring my master like a parrot, I studied more and observed a new culture. Not even knowing this family was my narrative teen story. **** I devoured every second. Danced till my body couldn’t stand it. I danced in the light and were steps away from my own shadows. Sometimes the shadows were heavy a filament that needs to be observed and cleansed--- go figure huh A self-judgment clinging to aura. A child crying who felt unloved. A beings dependent on promises from Ones outside self. Suddenly, light shines and the dancer feels the power-- A breath that aligns inside grace. A moment where ones heart expands with love. A moment where a dancer meets melody Hip hip is a masterpiece, hip-hop is you, me, him and her, and because of this masterpiece is a dancer inside of me. His movements created mists around his company, I didn't need to tell hip-hop I loved her. I gave her all my love with this dance.

0

Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC

BoogzThePoet

Hip-Hop

Life’s a trip aint it? Cause I can see myself there. In the courtside of movement with my daughter Teaching her the fundamentals to this foreplay break form we call top rocking See, cause we all started while still in the fetus of knowledge, dance was our way out far sighted to the violence was most important My neighbors enriched themselves a devil’s deal with other advocates Sold their souls to hate, Gun play, drugs, **** and discriminate……tion. Since that first get down on my auntie’s wooden floors, Or since seeing the smooth criminal himself steal the encore, I became the Xerox copy, mirroring my master like a parrot, I studied more and observed a new culture. Not even knowing this family was my narrative teen story. **** I devoured every second. Danced till my body couldn’t stand it. I danced in the light and were steps away from my own shadows. Sometimes the shadows were heavy a filament that needs to be observed and cleansed--- go figure huh A self-judgment clinging to aura. A child crying who felt unloved. A beings dependent on promises from Ones outside self. Suddenly, light shines and the dancer feels the power-- A breath that aligns inside grace. A moment where ones heart expands with love. A moment where a dancer meets melody Hip hip is a masterpiece, hip-hop is you, me, him and her, and because of this masterpiece is a dancer inside of me. His movements created mists around his company, I didn't need to tell hip-hop I loved her. I gave her all my love with this dance.

34