"grandmaster" poems
In a city full of fake thugs and now record beef they just settle it with 8 slugs
There rose a kid from out of Rogers parkway who kicks slow flows containing dopamine in the bars I slay like Dre Day I'm celebrating out the melon insane like dry water the sheep I'll slaughter like a psychopathic ********** with a daughter
Allow me to introduce Nero The Damphir psychotic and I kick knowledge like a field goal my pen is spinning the rumpelillest gold causing static with the lyrical automatic I splatter brains on the floor it's a nasty habit to endure.
I'm Chicago's poet I spit knowledge and split spines with the rhymes so solid no one will notice I roll this ***** up like the best cest and smoke it unless you take it off the wax and into the turf I'll make you taste the salt of the earth and after you're in the dirt I'll bear you like Paul you have no chance at all against me the pen is all I need to destroy then employ my victims my rhymes stay within them like That dude they net in juvenile detention center I'm centric on hip-hop that is I got love for cold crush sugarhill grandmaster flash and whodini Wu-Tang naughty by nature and Cypress Hill
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
It's mind control, mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
Mind control, it's mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
Don't let them mold your mind
They wanna control mankind
Seems like their only intention
Is to exploit the earth, yeah
And you trust in their deceit
Your mind causes your defeat
And so you become an invention
To distort this earth
Propaganda and lies
Is a plague in our lives
How much more victimized
Before we realize? Hey
It's mind control, mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
Mind control, it's mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
Ooh, Grandmaster
Let the people go
You put them in total confusion
To downs-troy their soul
For they practice what You preach
So they're always in Your reach
Hi-tech slavery in these days
It's mind control
They'll make it attractive to get man distracted
Corrupting your soul, polluting your soul
Destroying your soul, mind control
Mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
Mind control, it's mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on and get it together, brother man
What, what you say?
It's mind control, mind control
Corruption of your thoughts
Yeah, yeah, destruction of your soul
Mind control, it's mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
(The truth is there for us to see)
It's mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
(The truth is there for us to see)
It's mind control
Corruption of your thoughts, yeah
Destruction of your soul
(The truth is there for us to see, the truth is there for us to see)
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
mom betrays us.
headlights into the night
& up the breakneck boulevard bluff overlooking town and terminus.
she brings his heart in a ziploc bag,
an offering
to that old burnt-out oak.
[husband\father\corpse]
front porch blood trails forever. she
claims self-defense and the camera-eyes caramelize her
fame & fortune & stepdaddies & book deals & ziploc pb&js & dead dog omens.
when did the heartache begin?
heir\son\brother\body
racing car ****** and fluxed up the boulevard in a ritual reach for daddy and the oak.
the girls are waiting. one two three, seeds.
brakes sabotaged. he
bursts into death, a molten ball of mazda.
father and son laugh there on the brim of here and hereafter.
apparitions uncoiled.
[home movies]
where mercury avenue ends
the woods begin.
& those woods are evil, an eldritch place, she laughs.
even the indians wouldn’t bury their dead there.
america.
caught between the whir of spokes and windshields reflecting
sky and skin, the blue hue
of television flickering on the hands of a family.
grandsons conjure grandmaster demons
on the ply of their treefort high.
the heart of grandma in a ziploc bag.
jupiter and saturn are in conjunction,
twelve past midnight on a tuesday in september.
a school night.
[the babysitter brings over an unlabeled video tape, says its scary]
the children watch.
slumber party screams and pb&js.
ghouls blunted by pungent neighborhood inertia.
son, a ghost returned in rhythm and electronics,
hungry for pizza and pure vengeance.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
a novice,
i may be....
learning the lexicon of love
from a practicing grandmaster
whose expressive kohl-rimmed eyes
dart from side to side,
speaking a million languages of the heart.
transfixed
nay, transformed
an intimidated admirer of hers,
i’ve become,
from such a great distance.
© 2023
May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 11:55 AM UTC
It was the pre-weeks of winter
Our connection was growing thinner
Leaves fell, and I began to shiver
Then, I knew my heart would need a blister.
Our time went by like a breeze
I assumed we had a tight lease
And I was mad at you for being a tease
Weren't we supposed to go for drinks?
Some doors are best left closed, I guess
But that notion keeps my anxiety worse
Like playing a grandmaster in chess
Oh, emotions and you pretty ugly mess.
Love's gone, and regret pays the rent
Talk about an ending that's nonchalant.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 7:32 PM UTC
Second Rank I stand
Head on,Eye for an Eye
Sacrificial Lambs
Seven Foot Soldiers and I
Step by Step
Bravery and Valour we bring
Readied for Battle
Lord Protectors of our King
We may be killed
We will stand tall
We will fight tooth and nail
We will answer the call
For the Grandmaster
We would die
Black or White
Up for the Fight
Thank you
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
He is the brother i never had
he is the friend from far distant shores.
He is a writer a poet of life and wonder
a warrior worthy of Valhala
a hero worthy of Olympus
a soul worthy of Tir na nog from Celts.
Wildman he is called in my book
of elven folk grandmaster smith
which Hephestos himself teached
of ancient long forgotten craft.
A glass of old greek wine i raise
and wish to him Happy new year.
My gift to him my humble poem
my gift to him my gratitude
for being my brother.
Gratitude for being an inspiration.
Alas, for he is a man worthy of all
the blessings of the Gods.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
This man is not me: someone dark
Has taken over me:
He pulls me towards pettiness
And hollow acts of shame.
I resist much, but he is strong,
And I’m just a boy in a man’s shoes.
He is deliberately mean.
I strike back with kindness.
He talks of drab despair;
But I retain vibrant dreams.
Like a chess grandmaster
I attack with my random goodness.
But only one of us
Will stand in the end.
If you see me and I don’t smile
Somehow you know the worst.
And if I embrace you
With unfeigned eagerness,
Know that I’ve seen the dark side
But returned back, only for you.
Diptesh Ghosh
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
It's like a jungle sometimes
that's what The Grandmaster said
but learning about bodies being found in alleys over colors
that's maybe not what he saw in his head
the streets are cruel, but they teach you a lot
every day in my city it seems
someone's getting shot
More bullets pop every night
And more kids don't get to see the sunlight
to quote Run-Dmc whatever did happen to unity?
we lost the concept when getting money and turning up became the only objects
of our fascination and now our babies won't grow up to see outside the chainlink fence that symbolizes the divide between the hoods, north south west and east side we need to call a truce put all the beef aside and let's grow as a city it won't be easy at all
but I guarantee if we can do this it's together not apart from the homies is how we'll ball
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
When man mortal with a title
Becomes vile and self righteous ,
He walks around with the Bible
Holy acts and all sacrilegious
Carrying LBGQT rainbow banners
Hailing the devil's temporal empire ..
Accomplished false pretenders
Adorned in bright priestly attire
Those revered by man mortal
Who himself discovered religion
But have lost God Himself in total
God the grandmaster of creation,
Who made everything in days
And created mankind in his image
When man transgressed in fleshly ways ,
He taped Agape love to the damage .
And for himself, God created mankind
Then by mankind , God was created
For mere control and mastermind
And to do this the world was reinvented
By man because he wants to play God
But lacks God's divine omniscience
So man can't become his own overlord
Bless the limitation of his intelligence .
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
Some people are born playing chess at a grandmaster level
Others have an ability to illustrate images of the highest caliber at a young age
She had a special gift that remained undetected for years
She could break down barriers and give you a sense of meaning
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
The pawns are lining abreast shoulder to shoulder. The King the queen rooks knights and bishops are ready and both side are ready awaiting for the mysterious hands to lift them up from their spots. The ancient game can commence.
The papers neatly stacked. The pen in the olden days is inked poised for a poet's hand to place it onto the blank piece of paper to begin its journey.
The pieces are moved in turn one after the other until a player concedes and defeated.
The poet placed words one followed by another until the work is completed.
Whether one play like a patzer or grandmaster depends on one's knowledge and mental capacity.
Similarly a poet through experience will write according to the level to a given technical know how foresight and mental ability.
Poetry is the art of expression of mind with words through every known emotional state. The art of crafting words with awe.
Chess the art of intellectual intelligence of territorial ********** The art of war.
Poetry and chess are like art mathematics science and music and both are life.
The attitude in chess is to play well and mine is a quest to write my best. To write what I like and to like what I wrote.
And to write till my pen ends its traveling
The King is checkmated the game is over
I won't be a Hardy a Frost or a Browning
I am but a pawn and an incorrigible rhymer.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
Duality,
I'm the Jekyll to my Hyde, I'm the Poet, the Prophet, the Monster and Man.
Exist in both places, bring the shadow to the show, shine a light and work behind the scenes.
Balance, I maintain the performance. Everday the lines blur, I wave my hand and a trick, I speak out of both sides of my mouth, Edward Mordrake and Phantom of the Page, written words are my tool, they serve in action of lies and truths that would normally be spat on.
When the light shines I step up and perform, take a bow, tap the mask, a nod to you!
A joy for me is a joy for you, I play the part of victim and villain, I am actor and professional, novice level grandmaster.
A Jester of all trades, every word calculated, every action a movement of stagework.
Masked and unmasked, raw and hyding in plain sight.
I perform for you and when the lights go out, I work in shadow and orchestrate the light.
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
Some people are born blessed
yet always stressed
Others have less
but are happy nevertheless.
Some people are bystanders
having nothing to do with things
And some are mere followers
Getting on every bandwagon's wings.
Some people are born leaders
Persuasive, charismatic and zealous
And some are just whistleblowers
Loud, insensitive and callous.
Some people are so weak
Unable to do a thing
Some are just meek
Able to bear anything.
Some are bright
Some love to fight
because they love to be right
Some are strong
and never want to be wrong.
Some people are slow
and love to lay low
Some are lucky
and have everything okay...
Some are frisky
Some are *****
Some are risky
Some are very cold
Some are old
And some are bold
Some are very casual
And others are ******
Some people are wise
And others are very nice
Some are real
Some are cruel
Some are sad
Some are bad
Some are lazy
Some are crazy
Some are intelligent
Some are insolent
Some are consistent
Some are insistent
Some are resilient
Some are proud
Some are loud
Some are useful
Some are wasteful
Some are playful
Some are careful
Some are powerful
Some are thoughtful
Some are hateful
Some are prayerful
Some are beautiful
Some are sinful
Some are creative
Some are sportive
Some are positive
Some are supportive
Some are destructive
Some are selective
Some are talkative
Some are argumentative
Some are competitive
Some are combative
Some are abusive
Some are active
Some are loquacious
Some are disastrous
Some are malicious
Some are boisterous
Some are industrious
Some are adventurous
Some are religious
Some curious
Some gracious
Some are serious
Some are moderate
Some are considerate
Some are blessed
Some are cursed
Some are alcoholic
Some are workaholic
Some are visionaries
Some are missionaries
Some are radicals
Some are rascals
Some people are sweet
Some love the streets
Some are hustlers
Some are smugglers
Some are wealthy
Some are healthy
Some love the pills
Some love to chill.
Some are black
Some are white
Some people are ugly
some are pretty
But it's ok
Some were born that way
Some people are well traveled
Some are just locals
Some people are gays
Others are straight
Some are short
Some are tall
Some are social
and some aren't
Some are educated
Some are illiterate
Some are from the north
Some are from the south
Some are born writers
Some are avid readers
Many will like this
and many will hate it.
We are all children of a God
Who prefers peace as His byword.
God, the grandmaster of creation,
Who specializes in perfection,
Designed this beautiful universal community
Using the blueprint of diversity.
One thing is certain
Even though we are different people
from different places
and different races,
we will all die someday
Such is life
One world!
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Words were used in the creation of the world by the grandmaster of creation.
Words are essential, probably the greatest means of communication amongst people since we emerged from the caves.
Words can be used to communicate and express ourselves, our feelings, our emotions.
Words can also be used for the formulation of plans and evil that will cause potential destructions.
Words can be properly utilized to convey messages of hope and love, reconciliation and peace.
Words have often been used to express our genuine discontents about issues regarding human rights, moral justice, and equality.
Words can be used to write great stories and words can be tools when we write a beautiful poetry.
Words are often used as silent weapons in the dissimilation of lies propaganda and malicious gossips.
Words can start a war and words can stop a war.
Words can uplight or downgrade, Whether used to the console or motivate, inspire or cast a spell, manipulate or mislead.
Words can be the caveat for the downfall of a great nation because one idiotic leader uses it to disparage, negate and see others as shitholes.
IvanBrooksPoetry©️
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC