"collectives" poems
BWOY This DISRESPECT Thing’s...
..... Really Interesting..... !!!
Many CLAIM Disrespect...
Because of TRUTH Said...
That Upsets Their Heads... !?!
Well In My Experience...
These Heads Are DELIRIOUS... !!!
Cos’ Their Form of Defence...
Is Mostly PURE NONSENSE... ?!?
From Women To Men...
They Act Like Children... !?!
When They’re Taken To Task...
For Behaving Like An ***
Whose Not Had Some Grass... !!!
Standing On Grounds...
Where Their Morals AREN'T Sound... !!!
QUICK To Run Their Mouths...
Like... Lipsticked Clowns...
Cos' Their Disrespect Circus...
Really Has NO PURPOSE... !?!?!?!
Cos Their Acts Are WORTHLESS...
Like A... BURNED Epidermis... !!!!
Cos' Their Skins Are TOO Thin...
For The Truth To WIN... !!!
So Their Disrespect Begins...
With... RIDICULOUS Links... !!!
So... Wrong And Strong...
Is What They PROLONG...................
When THEIR DISRESPECT...
Is Proved To LACK Strength... !!!
Because What They Try...
Is To Try To... DENY...
TheIr Fallacies And LIES... !?!
Cos’ They're NOT Wise Guys... !!!
Whose Type of DISRESPECT...
Leaves People... DEAD... !!!!!!
Especially When …
They Come INCORRECT... !!!
I’ve Now Been Disrespected …
By So Many Collectives...
That It Feels Like An Infection …
That WON’T STOP Spreading... !!!
As If I Am... The Target...
For IGNORANCE To Market... !?!
But It’s Now Become CLEAR...
That My Veneer And Thinking Steers...
Most Eyes And Ears To Clearly FEAR...
When I Start To Draw NEAR... !!!!!
Because of My Skin...
And Because of My Lips... ?!?
And Because My Words...
Are TOO PURE For The Herds...
of These SHEOPLE People... !!!
So I’m TOO BLACK For Some...
But NOT Black Enough For Others...
Who Share The Same Colour... ?!?
As If... Taking Care of My Mother...
Was … DISRESPECTING...
My Own … Blackness... ?!?
Some People Should THINK...
BEFORE They Link...
Their Words To Things...
That Are Clearly STUPID... !!!!
So Of Course Some Women...
Have Run Their Lips Like SINKING Ships... !!!
When It Comes To How...
I Break Them Down...
DISRESPECT of My TALENT... ?!?
When I Choose To CHALLENGE...
Their... DOUBLE Standards... !!!!!!!!
With Words That RAVAGE...
The LIES They... Manage... !!!
Has PROVEN To FEED...
DISRESPECT Speech...
From IGNORANT Peeps’...
Who Seem To BELIEVE...
That They Really Know Me... ?
DISRESPECT For THEM...
Are Thoughts That Lend...
Themselves To Express...
SO MUCH NONSENSE... !?!?!
That I Now Call Them...
..... IGNORAMUSES..... !!!
So Called... " Friends "...
And.... " Acquaintances "....
Should DO THIS LESS... !!!
Choose To EXPRESS...
A Lot of Talk That’s DEFECTIVE... !!!
Because Just Like ME...
NOBODY's ABOVE... Being...............
.......“ DISRESPECTED “..... !!!!!
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
Journeys rendered dateless,
Unending,
Wayward and extending out,
Round the compass points --
Dizzying aspiration to cease this race,
To slow my sprinting soul,
This pace splintering, in exhaustion.
Expiring breath of hope or of home
Evaporated in a distance
Vanishing and
Disconnected.
Drifting
On trackless tides, across
Labyrinthine depths,
Within the vast heart
Of the world
I cannot run from.
Yet, I moved to and between
The center or its peripherals, in
Singular or collectives,
Seeking pattern and
Drawing connectives –-
Brushing by and
Bustling among
People
Entranced In their own
Objectives.
I watched their movements
And their exchanges,
I heard their rituals and
Invocations.
In all these transitions,
They have no inkling
That their seemingly trite
Lives merely manifest
The epic motifs of the heavens!
Our imaginations mirror
The vitality of the gods!
We are as immortal as they!
Our simple, sensual stories
Are also enduring legends
Unfolding,
As our pages turn,
Our flags are unfurling!
Just as our fellow
Olympians of old
Engaged in a marathon of
Endeavor to heights
Unimagined!
From those mystic days
Since Orpheus’ ardent lyre
Sang notes
Of Nature’s divinity, Her
Eternal sweetness.
We need only sense that
It is in Nature’s essence
We are sharing.
With her, we are joined in
An undying marriage,
A unified pairing –
Our human heritage,
Our dignified bearing.
We share in that song,
We share in that sweetness,
We share in that race,
We share in Her immanence.
This journey is our own.
It goes on, unending!
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
My hands move and the trees move
If you take a moment to reflect the trees existence in your own,
you receive a reflection of your existence from the tree.
So it goes, this is Nascor
Latin for to be born
And isn't this all we have done?
All the narratives fall under Nature,
the future participle of Nascor.
The key is to play in time.
You are being asked to sing, dance, breathe, eat, and drink.
These are ways to stay in homeostasis with the environment
in rhythm to the music
But guess what?
We can know what it's like to be others.
We do it to people we know
We can do it to collectives
and worlds of thoughts
but also
to animals and plants
and whatever we look at
we can try to put ourselves in its shoes.
You simply gesture in the manner corresponding to its behavior
to receive another gift.
The dualistic forms dance under the grace
of everything and nothing in their shadows.
It's a spiritual practice
to speak to anything.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
Expressions of the abstract,
Thoughts we can't retract,
Exquisite solar towers
of our mindful powers,
Into the glass ceiling,
Collectives of ideas and feelings,
Whence these expressions of abstract?
Thoughts we can't retract......
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
A man born without wings into the ashes of a forest
dead leaves and a valley of butterflies
Bleached to be ethicless
effortless as it is
To go without pursuit of question
A mind of matter
Wherein death lies one doesn't know
You're feeling all these expectancies
all these dependencies
Energy of yours, unhinged
The screens written
with the bastardisation of simple truths
Rhythmic as a creature
as spoken wavelength navigating
A wondering memory standing in front of the collectives
Transcendence above the impermanence
A palace on the grounds among us, but separated
dangerous minds of a phenomenon, in sequencing
Unceasing in divinity and untempered
by the indignation of his companions
Free to be, among the meadows of ourselves.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
Now RESPECT Should Be EARNED...
NOT A Thing That Is... GIVEN... !!!
Cos’ These Days It’s Linked...
To People... TOO QUICK...
And That’s Just MY Opinion... !!!
............ RESPECT...........
SHOULD Hold Dominion... !!!
Like Lands Used By Britain...
To... Secure Positions...
Now... Colony Driven... !!!
A Respect That's RIDDEN...
By FEAR And RACISM... !!!
The Type of RESPECT...
That Should Now Be Left...
For Heads That STILL DREAD...
Respecting THEMSELVES... ?!?
AHEAD of Their Wealth...
And Living In Submission...
So Respect For Them...
Is A MONSTROUS PROBLEM... !!!
Because They LIMIT Thinking...
To Feed Systems Driven...
By Things Like Racism...
And... Colonist Visions...
That KEEP DISRESPECTING... !!!
By Simply INJECTING...
Forms of Indigestion...
That DENY Them Lessons...
About... INTROSPECTION...
... Historical Lessons...
And Stories NOT Vetted...
As Well As Inspected...
To Confirm Their Correctness... !!!
I RESPECT What Is FACT...
NOT... IGNORANT Chat... !!!
Where Intellect’s REJECTED...
Because It’s NOT Selective...
Like... Societal Directives... !!!
That Keep The SICK...
... “ PROTECTED “...
When They’re Found To Be...
.... DISRESPECTING....
The Very Laws That...
... They’re SETTING... !!!
It’s A Sickness That’s UPSETTING...
And PROVEN To Be FACT... !!!
That They CANNOT REDACT...
When It Comes To This VIRUS...
That Respects Like A TYRANT... !!!
When It Comes To Retirement...
of... ELDERS And Minors...
A Respect That Feeds DEATH... !!!!!
So Is Being Accepted By Many Collectives...
Who Seem To RESPECT...
What Is Government Fed... ?!?
Which Makes Little Sense...
When It Comes To What’s Said...
About How They DECEIVE...
And BREAK THEIR OWN Policies... ?
When It Comes To Respecting...
What They Are Suggesting...
..... Humanity NEEDS..... !!!
Now If THEY CAN’T RESPECT...
What They Now ALLEGE...
To Be A DANGEROUS Threat... ?!?
That’s Caused PANDEMIC Deaths... !!!
Let Me Say THAT AGAIN...
... PANDEMIC DEATHS... !!!
When You Take Time To CHECK...
And Your Thoughts You COLLECT...
Does It Make Any Sense...
To... STILL RESPECT THEM... ?!?
I Dunno Anymore...
Whether People RESPECT...
The POWER of THOUGHT...
Or RESPECT People MORE...
Who DEFINE The Word ***** !?!
And REJECT GIFTED Minds...
That’s Right Just Like MINE...
When It Comes To SHARP Rhymes...
That Reflect On The Times...
And Crimes of Human Kind...
That DEFY Common Sense...
And... USING Our Heads... !?!
In Ways Where Brains Work...
To Serve A... GREATER Purpose...
Than Making Cash Burn...
Just Like Some Greedy **** !!!
But In Ways That DESERVE...
To Be Seen By MORE Heads...
As Something of WORTH...
That's REALLY Is Worthy of Earning...
..... “ RESPECT “..... !!!!!
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 9:30 PM UTC
The universe is immeasurable,
we are merely infinitesimal
machinery keeping pace,
as churning cogs tick wildly
transmitting within allotted time,
attempting heartbeats' cohesion
clocking our own honed destinations,
accumulating illusions 'tween mass
waiting to return as a speck of dust
in the never-ending saga of
inexhaustible collectives amidst
systematically creative contrivances
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
I'm doin' it like I am left to write//
I'm doin it left cause left is right//
Ya lookin at me like I've lost my mind//
can't see me cause you are too blind//
This nation has the most//
with the saddest of folks//
dimlit they in status quo's//
I beast-in when I bring-in the madness at least//
Minds thinkin on their own u callin' em freaks//
Your mind is just weak I come here to unleash//
My demon in me fiendin' to feed on enemies//
It's the World livin' in fear//
preventin curl-n can't hear//
ya should try to break ya mind//
lose-in reality in fact's you'll find//
my hope is open ya will-in time//
dis-covered collectives of anti-collective singular symmetry//
This you See the Light that LIT in darkness is the harmony//
Mo-mentally perfection is a spiralling constant frequency//
Do not be Were-King become royalty with-in not knowing//
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
1.
The non peril writer,magnificent illustrator,
dexterous editor,all in one of the book of life,
each one, each page,each edition looks and reads
different, yet one in essence, though flavors vary.
We hear you speak every tongue,Latin, Arabic, Hebrew
and in sonorous Sanskrit,you make us chant"Earth is one nest"
2.
Such profuse creativity baffles one and all, ever
is your prime possession; manifestation as well!
The nebulous one, present in each cell,each neuron,
well, everything ever appeared,anywhere in cosmos,
we attempt to know you in myriad means, give you names
that pleases us, we try to possess you in ways even mean.
We hallucinate our cameras of mind, captures you right
with the eyes of science; you still prove to be like music.
3.
In our limited resources allotted by neuron collectives,
we make you sit on the throne, of the architect of cosmos,
that evolves and emerge,and itself erases when time is ripe.
The artistic painter of emotions, that has been baffling,
the mix of color happens without any guide book.
sans blue print of any kind or elaborate plan to execute.
4.
You have no designated place to live, in spite of our wishes
you are omnipresent , the string, player as well as music,
your thought work we all are, weaved in to one from
strands of of ancient DNA things preserved,through ages!
Oh! the one that's beyond the realms of winning /losing
the subtlest of all the sublime that in every heartbeats chant,
love to be a work of art that pleases you, in me present,
5.
Help me from within, in my dissolution as colors,varied
be the painter too and to become that work of art pleases you.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
Tell me how does the shape of a star relate to that of a circle?
And so the cycle begins....
You have qualities, potential, skills, and talents that of which others do not possess
But tell me how does this relate to us?
But tell me before we take any risks, how does this relate to us?
We need equals.
We need collectives, teams, partners, and trust.
How well do you relate?
How well do you walk the walk and talk the talk?
We're aware that you offer something new....
But tell me how does the shape of a star relate to us?
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
Clean break, freight train
time goes on and on and on
and people move along.
Memory collectives
and iron pumps
things will happen as they're meant to
but that will never change
post-stamped scriptures
captured in Polaroid pictures.
The heartbreak will fade
as painful as it is today
time is on our side
tomorrow isn't far away
and in this moment
as the ice breaks
like splinters ripping into veins
I tell myself
I'm no longer drowning
and everything will be okay.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
Now It Clearly Is TRUE... !!!
That You Have To Be SHREWD...
In The Things You PURSUE... !!!
Because Many Will Take You...
Down DANGEROUS Routes... !!!
That Can Take You To Places...
Where You Can Get Traded...
By... Devious DUKES... !!!
So You Cannot Confuse...
The Things That You View...
As Being Cool Moves...
As Those That’ll Bear Fruits...
That’ll Make Your Life Cool...
Because Pursuing Money...
Makes People Act FUNNY... !!!
And Things Can Turn UGLY...
And Make You Feel BLUE... !!!
BEFORE You Get CLUES ...
That You’re Just Being USED...
By Guys Who AREN’T Buddies...
Like Those In The Game...
Where Fame Is What Makes...
These Heads Try To Play...
Your Pursuits Like Your Name...
Can Be Taken In Vain... !!!
Once They Have Been Paid...
At... EXTORTIONATE Rates... !!!
From Acting To Music...
Pursuits Can Be NEUTERED...
BEFORE They Take Shape... !!!
So DON’T You Be FOOLED...
By These Dudes Who Seem Cool...
And Women Who Will Choose...
To Be... QUICK To ABUSE...
When It Comes To Pursuits...
of Cash Flow That Is HUGE... !!!
You Should Know It’s Called LOOT...
Because Moves That Are Pulled...
Can Lead Some Heads To Shoot...
More Than Drug Addicts Do... !!!
Pursuits Can Be CRUEL...
And Be ARDUOUS Gruels... !!!
And I DON’T Mean The Food... !!!
What I’m Meaning Is Gruelling...
As In YES... HARD TO DO... !!!
Like It Is To Pursue...
Being One Who Is Viewed...
As A Gangster Whose Crew...
Will Put BULLETS IN YOU...
Just For Giving Bad Looks... !!!
That’s Right I Mean CROOKS...
Who Police Should Pursue...
Who DEFINE The Word CRUEL...
Who’ll Pursue Til’ Your END... !!!
If You Show DISRESPECT...
Or... EVER ATTEMPT...
To Take Money From Them...
These Are DANGEROUS Heads...
Yes Both Women And Men...
As Well As Some... Feds’... !!!!!!!!
Whose Pursuits Lead To Deaths...
And A Lot of NONSENSE... !!!
Like... Shooting For JOKES... ?!?
Cos’ They’re NOT Funny Folks...
Just Like Joe Pesci Quotes... !!!
So... What About Ho’s... ?!?
Now I DON’T Pursue Those... !!!
Cos They Leave Brothers BROKE...
Because of The Coc’...
That Some Want Up Their Nose...
Just Ask... Al Pacino... !!!
And That Is Not A JOKE... !!!
Now Pursuing Good Women...
Is What Can Bring Children...
And Family Living...
That’s Allied To GIVING...
And LOVING... NOT Killing... !!!
Pursuit of Religion...
Is NOT Far From Sinning...
So Don’t You Be Thinking...
That It Is... Forgiving... !!!
Pursue Your Own Lessons...
Before Your Confessing...
To Someone Whose Blessings...
Are... CLEARLY DEFECTIVE... !!!
Because Their Connected...
To... EVIL Collectives... !!!
Pursue BETTER Headings...
Than Those They’re Selecting... !!!
Which Leads To The Ending...
of This Mental Session...
of... Pursuing Letters...
That Give Good Directions...
As Well As Progressions...
To The Message It’s Sending... !!!
Which Has Left A Few Clues...
About Making SMART Moves...
That Simply... Say To You...
To Mostly PURSUE TRUTH... !!!
Because It’s GOOD To Do...
And Can Help You To FUEL...
... A Life That Is COOL... !!!
But DON'T You Be FOOLED...
There Are Dangerous Routes...
That Can Darken Your Mood...
As Well As Your... World View...
If You... Choose To REFUSE...
To Embrace Being SHREWD...
In The Things You.....
...... “ Pursue “.......
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
freedom doesn't lie
in the collectives cages,
but stands with the choices
individuals make,
to avoid being caught in them.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
The Critics...
Ahhh The CRITICS... !!!
So What is it... ???
That Makes Them THINK...
They Can CRITICISE Things...
You Choose To Bring... ?!?
Like LOGICAL Thoughts...
That EXHIBIT MORE...
Than Being A... "Sheep"...
Who Follows The Weak... !!!
They're RARELY Objective...
When It Comes to Collectives...
Who They Choose To BREAK BREAD With... !!!
Because Their Objectives...
Are RARELY... OBJECTIVE... !?!?!
In Fact They're SELECTIVE...
When It Comes To Perspectives...
That EMBRACE The SUBJECTIVE... !?!
I Guess Sometimes...
Within My Rhymes...
And Thought Designs...
That SUCH Insights...
Reflect My Life... ???
But TRUTH Be Told...
I DON'T THINK SO... !!!
See WITHIN My Scripts...
Critiques Take LIKS'... !!!!!
So AREN'T Welcome...
In... CRITICAL Gums...
I'm NO Sherlock...
But U N D O... K N O T S... !!!
Because My Mind Is NOT Consigned...
To Living Life As If I'm... "Blind"...
... When I've GOT SIGHT... ?!!!?
I Have A STRONG MIND...
So Have NO TIME...
To LISTEN To Lines...
That DON'T Sound Right... !!!
"Can't take critique Virge ?
For a man of words,
who speaks on the world,
that seems a little perverse ?"
"Okay, are you done ?
cos' I ain't the one,
to hit with attacks,
that dismiss facts !"
Facts Like THIS...
When You See How I Live...
Do You See Me Enlist...
And Then... PERSIST...
With Things That CLEARLY...
............. Do NOT FIT... ?!?
Like Lyrics in Scripts...
That Make NO SENSE... ?!?
Or... ARGUMENTS...
That Then RESIST... ?
LOGICAL Collections...
of... SUITABLE Directions...
UNLIKE CRITICS...
Who Like To CRITICISE... !!!
Just To STRESS The Minds...
of Those Whose Vibe...
AIN'T Down With LIES... !!!
... I DEAL In TRUTH... !!!
While They Tend To CHOOSE...
...... AIRING Views......
That When PERUSED...
Are FILLED With ABUSE...
They SHOULDN'T Infuse... !!!
Rather Than DEALWith The Artistry...
That They're Supposed To CRITIQUE...
...... " IMPARTIALLY "...... !!!!!!!
CRITICISMS Have Made...
Quite A Few... Give In... !!!
BEFORE Their Beginnings...
Because of... ABUSE...
Some Critics Have Written... !!!
It's The Same Ol' Same...
WHATEVER The Game...
The Game of CONNECTING...
WITHOUT Then INFECTING...
Connections With INFECTIONS...
That Then IMPEDE Progression.
Leaders Now Are MOSTLY FOUL... !!!!!
And Are Being... CRITICISED... !!!!!
Because of What They... "hide"... ?!?
Their GUISE of Being WISE...
And Directing Peoples Lives...
As If... Their Slice of Life...
Does NOT Have Things To Hide... ?!?
TOO MANY People... "Hide"...
BEHIND... OTHER Peoples' Lives... ?!?
THESE People ARE The Types...
Who DON'T Like To Be CRITICISED... !!!!!
I'm GLAD That My Life...
DOESN'T TOE Such Lines... !!!
My Line NOW Is...
That... " Y'all Are Right ! "...
So Right Now I'll Just Write My Scripts...
And CONSTRUCT Rhymes...
That Simply Are... ARTISTIC...
When It Comes To LIFE...
And What Is Said By... CRITICS...
Ahhhhh.....
... " The Critics "... !!!
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC
In your depreciating Cabral of the putrid collectives
where the poisonous oxygen sears your hackneyed minds
and the history of your undesirable stations colors your visions
painting thoughts in rediffusions of psychopathy tuning whimsical
casting the agitations and hysterics of your fractious diseased sights
Know this for nothing, he who dared show your malignancy
In stance laissez-faire, you erupted unfair troubles, chaos, strife
spurred by knaves, armoured by the green-eyed monster and deceit
boiling with historical wounds, none of my doing or from my habitat
In devious lying tongues you rout my knoll, my name, my heart et al
Now, know this, hate a'fore unknown to me, but not any more
despise will not do, detest and arbor not enough, loathe still not near
a man of peace I trouble you not but in raging madness you pillaged
You paid an army, you conned a town for the bravest it overwhelmed
Now you post your wenches and sell a fable of teasing and confusing
From this heart I do declare, this man can never turn in gay
but no ***** regardless fair or fetching who in your game, I see
that ceaseless passions burns and holds nowt but abominations for all
nurse my soul for pitiless, cruel wicked and witless snakes is too far
say what you may, pen what you will, I see you and all in contempt
I know of time and I know of age and I have known pleasures
but now I also know what hate can do and how evil blackens hearts
save your time and use your cancerous energy elsewhere as you do
to hold I want to share passions with your vacuous wenches untrue
Me see no beauty no more, only mindless effigies and sadist puppets in slime
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC
Huddled masses longing to be free.
Each name has a story.
More than populace. They represent something.
Where they call home is a representation of who they are.
Their fears. Their worries. Their struggles.
Their hopes. Their values. Their triumphs.
Cities as collectives.
More than high rises, honking horns, and busy people.
In them, is a movement.
They are changing. They are evolving. They are new.
Trying to make a mark on the place they call home.
Attempting to allow the exchange of impact.
Our time is too short.
The possible experiences to he had are vast.
We are measured by our faith, love, and devotion.
We are also shaped by the place we call home.
It is much more than a city.
We are much more than just a name.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
Stanza 1:
The earth is spinning
And we are soaring
Violently tearing
Trembling.
Galaxies
spiraling,
Particles
barreling,
All toward
collision.
The mysterious,
our universe flaunts
daily arresting
Chorus 1:
Stare at the clouds and find solace.
Stare at the stars and find grace.
Stanza 2:
Travel back in time
under the blanket:
The cosmos
The Lions and Bears,
The serpents of old,
Our blanket
Covered our parents,
And covers us now.
Imagine.
Imagine a time
when lights lit the sky.
Watch closely.
The earth was our stage
To watch and be watched.
We’re moving.
Chorus 2:
We traveled in random courses.
Courses which carried our platform.
Stanza 3:
Picture the story
Drove them to glory,
The power.
Imagine a time
where narratives climb,
where stories are shared
by people;
Where collectives thrive
And people do feel
The stories.
The glories are theirs
The memories are
their passion.
Chorus 3:
Tales of bravery.
Tales of treachery.
Tales of liberty.
Stanza 4:
Step back, imagine
A desolate world.
No life here.
All that we heard was
The crashing of waves
Far away.
Explosions up above
Rolling in the clouds
Further still.
God may have formed it.
Gods may have born it.
Pantheons
Myriads
Chorus 4:
But mystery still calls:
There could have been nothing.
Stanza 5:
The resonating,
Reverberating,
Question captivates,
“Who the hell am I?”
The sky and the land
The oceans and sand,
The plains, the Tundra
Command us.
The birds and the herd
The fish and the crab
The cattle, the beast
Command us!
“Be silent
Be still-
Be quiet
And feel-
Embrace mystery."
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
In the mirror I see it:
Skin over a multitude of experiences,
A face over a myriad of events.
Eyes like windows:
Their panes holding pain
Their shades casting shade
Their frames framing,
Framing the limits I can see.
Limiting my periphery
I’m blinded.
Blinded by the frames and the curtains.
I draw back.
Draw back the velvet cloths that fold
Like ripples in a calm stream.
I draw back.
Back from the mirror.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
Now I Be Putting In Work...
When It Comes To My Verse...
But UNLIKE THE CRIPS...
My Bullets Are WORDS... !!!
So Require NO HEARSE... !!!
Because They’re Well Observed...
To Leave A Fool... SERVED... !!!
Now I’m NO Violent Kid... !!!
But What I KNOW IS THIS... !!!
You’d BEST RESPECT Them Crips... !!!
SUCKERS KNOW WHAT IT IS... !!!
While My Gang Now Enlists...
NO MORE Than Twenty Six... !!!
REAL VERSATILE Members... !!!
That’s Right They Are LETTERS...
That YES... Wage Vendettas...
MORE VICIOUS Than... “ V “... !!!
So DISMISSES... Lizards...
And These... Politicians...
Who Choose NOT To Listen...
To THIS V’s... Poetry... ?!?
That RIGHT Cos' BIG VIRGE...
Puts In... SERIOUS Work... !!!
When It Comes To Composing...
Word Flows STRONG Like OCEANS...
That Create ... HIGH SEAS... !!!
Where... Sea GIANTS Be... !!!
I’m A Black Shark That Wails...
With Rhyme Verse ... SONIC SEE... !!!
NO HEDGEHOG...
Just... DEEP LOGS...
of... Vocally FREE...
Opinions That Reach...
Levels... WAY BEYOND Treble...
When They're Heard SONICALLY... !!!
DON’T You See I LINK Themes... ?!?!
Through Connections Investing...
In Knowledge That Feeds...
OFF of... Natural Vibes...
So Are NOT Things Contrived...
Like... New World Policies... !!!
I Mean Really . . . . . . SIX FEET . . . . . . ?!?
It’s A SHAME That Police...
Stand TOO CLOSE To My Peeps...
And CONTINUE To FEED...
Off of BLACK TRAGEDIES... !!!
I’m A DANGEROUS Breed... !!!
Whose Freedom of Speech...
DOESN’T Work Qualities...
Where My Work Can Receive...
PRAISE For It's REALNESS...
And YES... HONESTY... !!!
So... STAND Next To The V...
Are You Folks Kidding Me... ?!?
When My Mind Runs So FREE...
That My EGO Can Seem...
To Be... BEYOND BELIEF... ?!?
Cos' My Works DISRESPECTED...
By Those In... "COLLECTIVES"... !!!
Who... CLAIM To BELIEVE...
In The BEST Artistry... !?!
Being What They Should Feed...
To The Masses Who Need...
To Receive What's REAL... !?!
When Their Creative Themes...
STINK Like Faeces of FLEES... !!!
NO... CORONA Disease...
Just WEAK Artistry... !!!
So My Work DOES NOT Serve...
To Support Industries... !!!
Or These Government Chiefs...
Whose Work Has CLEARLY...
Brought People Who LEAD...
... To **** HUMANITY... !?!
Because of DENIAL...
of Humans Living... FREELY... ?!?
Folks They...
... NEED To STAND TRIAL...
Cos Their Work Now Feeds...
... Modern SLAVERY... !!!
And New TECHNOLOGY...
That Moves SO QUICKLY...
That It’s Now HARD To See...
A Future Where Humans...
Aren’t Replaced By Machines... !!!
But One Thing They WON'T Do...
Is Do Work Like... BIG V...
And Write DEEP Poetry...
That Has A... HUMAN FEEL... !!!
And Wordplay That's COOL...
And Smooth Like A Groove...
FILLED With PURE ARTISTRY... !!!
That Does NOT Require...
Any Robots Or Wires...
Or... Internet Feeds... !!!
Just Wordplay That FIRES....
BULLETS Like Those CRIPS... !!!
That DISTURB Peoples NERVES... !!!
But... NOT Like My Fellas...
My Lettered Gang Members...
Who FOLLOW BIG VIRGE... !!!
So Be....
.... “ Putting In Work ! “....
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
To argue your perspective in a concise and eloquent manner in court.
Those who lob false accusations must continue to lie and try to tear down the truth.
Yet, the beauty of trails of paper and properly kept records, when the evidence is not against, but in favor of you:
Why harbor the heavy conscience?
When the burden of proof is truly no weight for you,
For the innocent bare no responsibly to prove that they are such and feel nothing but indignant for facing trumped-up allegations.
Who would not feel anger?
Rather, those who bring forth the issue must beyond a reasonable doubt prove the accused's culpability and convince others of their guilt resolute.
Especially in those cases of collectives versus individuals,
As in cases brought against or by the many state & federal apparatuses around the globe,
Or as in the cases of employer versus labor.
In natures both competitive & cooperative,
Romantic & platonic;
By many chandeliers & candelabra
Do we each tend to different flames,
But the fires burn the same.
In innumerable different ways,
The things we say are indistinguishable
Even if they are misinterpreted or mistaken.
The things we say are often the same,
But either wrongly said or poorly received.
How much is simply the cause
Of grave miscommunication?
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
Be careful what you wish for
Be careful what you pray
For the memory of what may pass
May haunt your every day
Take it as you leave it
But leave not what you take
For the future of tomorrow
May not learn from our mistakes
Seek out hidden beauty
Even on the darkest days
For the world would have you blinded
By its standards and clichés
Send it with a whisper
Receive it with a scream
But show you no emotion
Lest they feed upon your dreams
For we have been sedated
By the narrow minded ways
Of the preferences of masses
Who set standards and abhor
The triumph of devotion
And emotions we have claimed
In all they fail to see
And fail to fight for anymore
The world keeps on forgetting
Just how beautiful it feels
To be exactly who you are
Instead of trying to conform
As we are deemed eccentric
Or looked down upon as odd
Even hated for our differences
And sometimes, just ignored
By those who cry, “Be different!”
Yet still refuse to change
Unless directed by collectives
As they string themselves along
When did we become the outcasts?
When did we become absurd
For loving what they’ve come to hate
Before our time is gone?
Maybe it’s not only
That they’ve given up their dreams
Just maybe, and quite simply
They’ve been sleeping far too long
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC