#microphone
Every minute of my life I’ve been shown
With a lens- that is my own
A documented life- with a button on record
A life I did not pick on my own accord
You ask me to widely smile
That I’ll do- for just a while
Until you tell me that I’m done
But we both know- that’ll never come
So- with a life as a show- for years now
With episodes and trailers- with no bow
You stick the microphone in my face
Yell at me for taking up too much space-
On the camera, on the stage-
On the video for your tiny wage-
On the red button flashing bright-
As I perform from day to night-
On your phone, in your screen
On every face you’ve ever seen-
In your posts, your camera roll
In every electronic with a soul-
In every stage light, red or blue
I’m a camera in your view.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 6:18 PM UTC
anybody.
who has a story.
do you wanna tell.
i am forming. searching for the new.
please reach me.
i want to interview.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
Off,
peaceful, dull,
yawning, cuddling, lying down,
Take a breath, look them in the eye,
ending, remembering, smiling,
bitter, sweet,
Goodbye.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Speak
gentle, honest
drawing, talking, trying
This is what you can do, this is what you can’t
stealing, screaming, threatening
dangerous, loud
Victim
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Once it was a wildfire,
the love.
Now its a candle, I have to protect
from the merciless wind.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
Broke, sitting with half plate
Pasta, butter, spice
Shuffle through my old clothes
I used to look nice
What is nice, but smaller?
Smaller, smaller, still
String bean and potatoes
Go fine together
The grocer tries to tell me,
"Divide, conquer, divide."
"What is nice, but smaller?"
I guess the grocer's right
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
I was a fiend ... before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music-orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, "yes, y'all"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab, without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To diss the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cause it's sort of, an addiction
Magnetized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a Drano, volcanoes erupting
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in a code, so it can coincide
My thought's a guide
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
Spread the word, cause I'm in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
But back to the problem, I gotta habit
You can't solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like ******
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? Beware, it's the re-animator
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assassinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, you're horrified
But this ain't the cinemas or Tales From the Dark Side
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done
Make way cause here I come
My DJ cuts material
Grand imperial
It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me
It's inherited, it runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back
If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack
Now I don't want to have to let off, you should have kept off
You didn't keep the stage warm, step off
Ladies and gentleman, you're about to see
A pastime, hobby about to be
Taken to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hypochondriac cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those that act up need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
One on one and I'm the remainder
So close your eyes and hold your breath
And I'mma hit ya with the blow of death
Before you go, you'll remember ya seen
The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
A dream has come true today.
Dressed in white, with a blue scarf,
Everything seems just cool as can be,
Looking so sweet to see.
An Angel sits on a tall chair, In front of a microphone.
Glass walls have ears, and there are no hands on the clock.
Happy as can be.
The Angel sings with a;
soulful, beautiful, sweet, pure, powerful, strong, pure, upbeat, lush, charismatic, different, appealing...
Voice.
To children.
From out of the book of Worship
She sings of love, hope and friendship,
On this dreamy day.
Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
I am curtained behind a small stage
humming slowly in bright red colors
into a microphone
that is held not by my own hand
but by that of her
and the crowd stands slowly
their hands coming together
in a crescendo
of applause
to say that I should go on
let me sing more
and they never have to see me
I can be your favorite idol
but don't look at me
no, please don't, don't look at me
just listen to my voice
luring you into the dark
so I can touch you once more
and you never have to know my name
just listen to my voice
low against your ear
with sultry vibrations
to alert you
to those behind you
so you will fight for me
until you return
and I will wait.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC