"paintin" poems
The all seeing iris imperial city
The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi
The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy
Conspiracy theorist of eeriest verse
The despotic hypnotic black flag bearin’ Hearst
Still immersing myself in a poverty trap
As I grapple with lack of fact check cashing crap
Cryogenically frozen emotion vibes flowin’
From out my funk bunker boombox
Overthrowin’
Your global dominion opinion with ease
Shootin’ breezes with Tirailleurs Senegalese
I’m the kid wicked picket sign paintin’ Tom Sawyer
The ill eagle Taino privilege enjoyer
Still swoopin’ in mean on each **** I make clean
Pick the bones dry of serpentine oil green dreams
Then I bury what’s left of your money machines
With the pharaohs of old’s latest pyramid schemes
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Every day
I'd see them headin aff
in that clapped oot old banger.
He'd nivver get it looked at -
thocht it'd run
on positive energy and a kind word.
If that were true
my fower year apprenticeship
and six year in the garage
wouldny be worth ocht, would it?
But would he come tae me?
He would not.
There they'd go -
the exhaust gruntin lik a vexed rhinoceros
an the fan-belt scraichin lik a banshee.
Ah couldae sorted that in unner an hour.
Ah seen him workin on it wance, mind -
thocht he wis fin'ly gonny change thae bald tyres
But naw,
he wis paintin' ****** flooers on the bonnet!
Ah kin see them yet.
Headin up the hill,
weans in the back,
cloods ae black smoke pechin oot the pipe.
Ah couldae fixed it.
Ah couldae telt them.
But ah didnae.
An they nivver made it hame.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 5:06 AM UTC
oo put dis paintin on me walls
me gona find out eider way
me gona drive to niagra falls
to find out who ruined me walls
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
ey ***** me say to me wife
dis be yor stupid paintin,
no steve it aint (read double life)
**** you dis be ugly anyways
sorry steve, shush *****
u no i turned reggae
me name aint steve anymor
call me steve one more time
and il shove a lawnmor up ur ***
its reggae mon not steve
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
johny johny, "yes papa"?
did u put dis tin on me walls?
"no papa", telling alie?
"no papa", close your eyes
smack! dont put any tin
on me walls *******
sorry papa it wasn't me
shut up, smoke a splif *******
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
hoo could ave put dis ting on me walls?
maby is me smoke me a splif
me will remember if me did it or not
but me out of rolling papers
and me left me ganga in me rig
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
me left me rig at me work
me boss dont no ow to twerk
me boss tink she no ow to twerk
no wan wants to break da news
me just a shy island boy
still confused bout de paintin
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
love reggae
love ganga
love art
love poetry
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
Sometimes I meet,
With art so sweet,
It almost turns me vegan,
A piece of meat,
Could not compete,
With a painting done by Tegan.
Sometimes it seems,
She paints my dreams,
Or as close as anyone can,
If I had to choose,
Between this or *****
I'd be a sober man.
I'd feel such grief,
With no relief,
If she chose to give up paintin'
And I'd fill the hole,
Inside my soul,
With whiskey and with bacon.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
I once had a dream,
Turned into a nightmare
Thought I was livin’,
Found out I had died.
Heard all of the jokes,
But I just kept laughin’,
Told a couple myself,
And somebody cried.
World keeps on turnin’,
We keep getting’ older,
Mirrors and reflections,
Are foggy today.
All of our children
Are livin’ their own lives,
Sendin’ us emails,
“Hope you’re doin’ OK.”
I know that they mean well,
I did much the same,
Life’s movin’ faster
It’s a young person’s game.
Pushing the edges, and
Paintin’ new pictures
No room for old folks,
Nobody’s to blame.
Friend me on Facebook,
Post pictures of grandkids
I’ll know what you’re doing,
I’ll know where you are.
Enjoy all the hours
You have with your children
Your chips earned as parents
Only get you so far.
PwL 4/15/06
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
I lookin for you!
Where ya hidin?
(Why?)
Like REALITY got ya
By da *****
••••
Paintin ****** pictures on yer walls
Painting pained expressions on those YE claim to love
Twisting yer eyeballs unto grotesque shapes
------
In a moment's pure insanity
Freedom is known!
•
You really can't
GO IT ALONE
Gotta become (really)
A human being
•••
I lookin for you!
And I see you
I do!
In the ****** shadows runnin away
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
an if'n it aint you there?
.
im so weak
.
loneliness is killin me
how bout you?
-------
if it aint you
if it aint you
if it aint you
.
i cant even think
------
tellin each other such stories!
paintin the grotesque!
eatin raw unadulterated
stupitidy
why?
it's anybody's guess
--------
if it aint you
you
it gotta be you
where are you?
.....
the high hill song reverberates
forever
as we
walk dark alleys
stealin garbage made from
... garbage ...
...
an if'n it aint you there?
.
im so weak
.
loneliness is killin me
how bout you?
----
the lonliness is killin me
.
how bout you?
how bout you?
how bout you?
.....
i know you're there somewhere
amid the garbage
and the stupidity
tryin to find me
Sep 1, 2011
Sep 1, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
Standing on morals and values
How you?
Sit here and not shed a tear
In this atmosphere
Hells been here my dear
Listen to the sounds of the wind
Paintin' an image you could see within
Soul dwellin' spells sailin'
Like boats on oceans
**** a notion and stop
Sippin' the mental potion
Nothing but poison causing noises
To the intellects
Folks so confused they dont
Know what to reject
Whats thrown at em
Pitches up and i bat em
Out the park
Slicker than John Starks
On the court
Light my spark **** in the dark
Take a trip through my mind
And let the chakras tingle your spine
Im genuine
So anxious notorious when my guns bust
Through the evils hearts
Of mankind no rewind
We going forward marchin'
While ya barkin'
At cars that be parked and
We clear benches from distances
Strong as stance
None could separate this
This part of yosef anthology
Who am i? Who are we?
Stuck in the game calles society
Pawns place carefully
Gotta strategize my moves swiftly
Or else they'll catch me
Slippin- destiny to the penitentiary
Or an early cemetery
Like young revolutionaries
No longer scared no fear
Mama dry yo tears and hear
Me talking to your mind javelin'
While my spirit travelin'
To unknown destinations
No subjugations make it through any situation of the litigation
No hesitation thugs in migrations
No imatitin' raw with our hits
No fakin' slam ya Blake Griffin
Got lots of guns
So dont be trippin' strippin'
Titles off men and men off titles
Im an ultimate rival
To the system its the survival
Of the fittest **** this
Life ill die broke than a slave
Cursed to the carnal sins of man
But then again
Spirits will guide me again
To where it all began
The garden of Eden
You'll see the demons risin' in earthly form
Next to you breathin'
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Well well wouldn't ya know
EVERYBODY--tryin to stay "clean"
WORKIN for the Man
Ain't
As bad as it seems!
-
Means just a lotta
Useless dreams
.
An' what's wrong with that?
I hear
Ya say
-/-/
Oh so
We be gone
Oh so
we be
Little lost country
Children again
--
Paintin' pictures in the sky
Overhead
Of the Livin'
Amongst the Dead
--
Fires in the mountains
Cabins in the hills
Dancin' in the moonlight
Is it
**** or be killed"
Or
"Love when ya wanta
Whoever ya can"
.
Oh my Soul rock me now
Ain't goin no where
Not without you
No how
See me true
Bright an' clear
Let's gather together
An' save the Day
Have ya got something better?
Well,
Feel free to say
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
Come here baby girl I like the way ya lips lickin'
As the sweat tricklin' down ya golden brown skin
Let's polish the sin as I breeze like the wind
I'm just flowing blowing air dont really care
About ya lion hair as I stare gazin' you so amazin'
Got me phasin' out of my fantasy drawin' me into reality
I realize you the one for me I feel like Tony
Starks an Iron Man and yes we can form a reign band
Hurricane portals of money flow see me on the go
Know the feelin' is natural love your sparkle
Candle light mentality smilin' at me
Bringing much ecstasy lay out your creativity
I know they don't honor your beauty
but admire your ***** its my duty
To keep ya mind a clicking finger lickin'
As I watch ya hips rotate like rotisserie chicken
Got me trippin' mad haters dippin' set trippin'
Cuz they see our energy grow sow below
The skyline clouds paintin' a perfect design
No player lines im just tryna to re-design ya mind
You'll never find a thirst like mines
Cravin' for your attention so I'm misbehavin'
Play a black Raven stay coverin' your heart's haven
No need to be ashamed of ya sins back bends
I'll take for you laying clues to glue
Your mind on me let's face the issue
Babygirl its just me and you a skillful team of two
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC