"wilding" poems
You seeing me rapping will never happen
Before that I’ll start cappin
Walk off like nothing happened
Since I’ve mastered this art of war
I tend to take things too far
Don’t give a **** who you think you are
Your rap handle doesn’t exist anymore
My rhythms galore, your rhythms manure
Best left in a bag
On your steps
At your front door
Hottest your rap crap will ever get
I’m so polished this is a blemish not a scrimmage
I treat you little *******
Like a teacher’s pet
Up against a Vietnam war vet
Giving you your first shoots
Flipping the script
Double barrel twelve gauge extended clip
Special grip pressed against your lip
Having a hard time talking ****
A pistol whip left your tooth chipped
Fake rappers rapping hard
No street creed; they ain’t legit
This wack imitation ****
Got me ****** off
Don’t get me started
you rip offs should get lost at all cost
dealing with a real boss I can handle a loss
Testing me lyrically, you must be previously ********
Now you are dearly departed
I’m styling on you I’m wilding
Bloodline of Goliath
So go ahead start a riot
With my mic on autopilot
You can get chewed like trident
Eating wack MC’s
essential part of my diet
this ain’t even a battle verse
it’s a gift and a curse
running its course
on my high horse
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
how many generations can
lay with you in your bed?
Matriarch Mama,
honorific due you,
title earned, not learned,
and now a teaching PhDs of
Matriachal Science
let us have tea,
a tea party in you garden,
and the granddaughters
dressed in their church finest,
running noisy but that's ok,
mass is over, and the party
is now a backyard affair
me, a recorder,
standing in the corner,
invisible observing,
leaning on that old banyan tree,
smile playing on
my eyes,
counting
cousins daughters sisters,
and best of the best,
grand babies wilding in their Sunday finery,
even seeing
invisible fathers standing beside me,
but espy only one
Matriarch Mama,
sallying forth,
gunslinger of poetry,
nobody messes with Sally,
she is the brood defender,
poetess not
of the day
she is a
generational inscriber,
an author of a
gene pool of life's best,
her existence,
from heaven, sent a manna,
to feed-across-time
just one family,
an ordinary,
if such there was,
Matriarch Mama
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
Tell me, Extended Mum, please, tell me now
That Final Instruction I must Obey
Whether Left or Right, whose Decision bow
Will leash the Harness of my Wilding Fray
What Science or Faith could explain this Cause
Given this Great Gap by Geography
Culture and Taste - alone such Values pause
Make alien with Enduring Blasphemy
Of such Tragedy the Comfort House bells,
That Door engraved: "Un-Welcome those Un-Known."
The Answer - to Solve which Society sells
And serve Gold-Friendship with True Facts beknown.
Still, that Tradition of Solitude aspect
Should never be Knived; Must always Respect.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
A yearning she cannot fathom
A whole 'nother level, she was mind blown
Hoping to blind herself with deception
Perpetually drowning in confusion
Said that she would never again be ****** with your sorcery
So everyone told her to be extra wary
But I guess that's a quality she lack entirely
Now she's drowning in confusions, perpetually
She never planned a pursuance
Though the force is strong, 'twas only a nuisance
She saw your face, she was caught in a trance
Perpetually drowning in confusion, an abundance
This animal is in dire need of suppression
And so she did, filling herself with depression
But then the prey showed a different sign of intention
Now she's perpetually drowning in confusion
Your sudden interest seems unfitting
Could it really be? So close to believing
It opened more, showed more, she's heeding
In perpetual confusion, she is drowning
She was taken aback, this impossibility
Yet you opened it wider, the eventuality
Or so she was led to believe, the absurdity
The confusion is drowning her in perpetuity
Doubts, doubts, doubts were running
In her head, seconds from wilding
But you calmed her fears, ever growing
Deeper in perpetual confusion, she's drowning
With every positive response of yours
She was driven crazy, hoping for more
For a moment, it felt certain, she was sure
Perpetually drowning in confusion, no more
Now her true self was put into question
For the longest time, involuntarily shunned
Is she truly worthy of this identification
Perpetually drowning in confusion
She was quite lost in traffic
The signals were all but messed up
Wandering around like some lunatic
She's clueless of what's true enough
Perpetually drowning in confusion...
You were a swimmer...
Yet you never even bothered to save her.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
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our love making is an
amphetamine
coming together,
crack ******* this stunning pleasure
wilding dreams,
mescaline pretense too real
daily life,
the modulation high of a flotation device,
some call it cannabis-like
gentle drowsy,
a glass of tea and
she...
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes,
And falls along cemented steel and stone,
Upon the grayness of a million homes,
Lugubrious in unchanging monotone.
Upon the clothes behind the tenement,
That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines,
Linking each flat to each indifferent,
Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.
There is no magic from your presence here,
** moon, sad moon, tuck up your trailing robe,
Whose silver seems antique and so severe
Against the glow of one electric globe.
Go spill your beauty on the laughing faces
Of happy flowers that bloom a thousand hues,
Waiting on tiptoe in the wilding spaces,
To drink your wine mixed with sweet drafts of dews.
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With tears they buried you to-day,
But well I knew no turf could hold
Your gladness long beneath the mould,
Or cramp your laughter in the clay;
I smiled while others wept for you
Because I knew.
And now you sit with me to-night
Here in our old, accustomed place;
Tender and mirthful is your face,
Your eyes with starry joy are bright
Oh, you are merry as a song
For love is strong!
They think of you as lying there
Down in the churchyard grim and old;
They think of you as mute and cold,
A wan, white thing that once was fair,
With dim, sealed eyes that never may
Look on the day.
But love cannot be coffined so
In clod and darkness; it must rise
And seek its own in radiant guise,
With immortality aglow,
Making of death's triumphant sting
A little thing.
Ay, we shall laugh at those who deem
Our hearts are sundered! Listen, sweet,
The tripping of the wind's swift feet
Along the by-ways of our dream,
And hark the whisper of the rose
Wilding that blows.
Oh, still you love those simple things,
And still you love them more with me;
The grave has won no victory;
It could not clasp your shining wings,
It could not keep you from my side,
Dear and my bride!
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Ship is sinking but no one wants to know Love is thinking, but it’s scared of the glow Submarines where warlords and tech gods go… Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Babies blinking before their whole lives blow…
Elders warning, but no one wants to know
Death is forming a strange prison of gloat…
Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Time is ticking, but we’ve put that on hold
Weather’s wilding - some relief from the groans
Photos fading, the ocean bottom’s *****
Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Sun is calling but no one wants to hope
Rainbows form differently, still no one takes note…
Sun is calling but no one wants to hope
We’ve bought the idea that humans are a slope…
Somebody finally feels good in the smoke;
Hand turns the dial higher, but dreams they’ll never know…
A whole world that’s sick and tired and inspired -
A picture of sad old pirates shrunk in their attire…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
They were young high school boys at the time
Too young to know what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives
An ill fated night of fun and games with friends in the park
After the street lights had just turned on and it was starting to get dark
Unbeknownst to the boys, a female jogger was out for a run
An unknown man had come out of the darkness and knocked her unconscious
He committed horrific acts of physical violence and left her for dead
After police at the scene first discovered the woman bleeding severely from her head
They put out a call that “black and Hispanic teenagers” were out in the park “wilding” and up to no good
An order was given to round everyone up and to bring them in for questioning
At that point the young minors were beaten, terrorized, and coerced
By the very police force that had promised to protect and to serve
Family members were confused, separated, threatened, and lied to
The boys and their family members were tricked into signing false statements
Framed by police and convicted by the media even before their hearings
The boys didn’t stand a chance despite having the support of their community and good legal representation
There was no true peace of mind the wrongful convictions could have provided for Trisha, the jogger
There was no true justice that could be served in those two courtrooms either
Five innocent boys were convicted and served long sentences for a crime they did not commit
Korey, Kevin, Yousef, Antron, and Raymond now use their experiences to help others who should have also been found innocent
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
Elsewhere it was heard and then lingered
if not felt the disappearance of:
for this to happen, involve yourself.
it is the natural order of things not even their truest selves
but when unseen, becomes.
who has come up the vertical but has
fallen, who has curved into the meeting
and has gone wilding.
today you were surprised by
the nothing as today
if then yesterday was once a hand clenched
on your chest, or touching your face
a warmth the frailest issue,
or once the shape of the morning
we assume freely.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
so you write a lot,
pouring entire waking existences,
current n' prior,
into a long and crafted 'pistles,
and pixels
and you got jive pride
and then, the poem,
you worked so hard for,
ups and dies
gets a few middling fingers of reads,
dying on a vining of
Juliet's pseudo poisoning elixir,
no big deal, happens all the time
but here's what's wielding & weirdly wilding:
***A poetpourri.
of newly found co-inhabitors,
from around the universe,
from places unpronounceable,
unlike Venus & Mars, (very poet-popular)
and from previously places were
never or seldom was heard a
discouraging word, igniting a
rewarded mutuality of a
following up embracing***
par example;
Tirunelveli
Poland
Lisbon
Cyprus
Bihar
Uruguay
Ankara
Vienna
Albania
Tanzania
India
Bangladesh
New Zealand/Australia
Soldotna (Alaska)
plus Texas, West Va., Ohio, and other exotica, like
Nowhere
what a blessing!
Blessed art Thou o Lord,
that permits the miracle that my integers
of 0 & 1
can be translated into such
varied exotica, in harmony,
thus permitting this discovery of
never visited oceans and landfalls
of poetry never heretofore to join as
one.
Aman.
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nml
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 6:31 AM UTC
Man I'm rocking man, I'm rocking
Hear me when I'm talking
Truth spoken where lies are spoken often
Die daily awake inside a coffin
Fighting my flesh its a giant no Tom Coughlin
The smell of death
Like the smell of breath with out flossing
This world wilding like a mosh pit
Disgusting like *****
Waiting for God to clean it like comet
The truth hits harder than a following star
I'm rocking like a chunk of a dead planet
Floating out in space stranded.
End of life can anyone plan it.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
.
Rolling on the carpets,
In coyest plead for a belly
Rub and groom, little Fae,
Each day a Saturday morning,
Shining as hot coffee, wafting
In cool sun, with blue, mist deep
Eyes, lazily ensconced in a glaze
To the out of doors— I set her free
As a casement window sprung, let,
To roam the grass canopies and hunt
All the lovelorn hours of the cying day.
Sparrows flutter and milky doves gurgle
From on high and leaves rustling pound
As she prowls in motions slow, so much
To pounce upon, when all too sudden,
Fish or fowl are flung in a golden bowl
Mealtime turns in rings from a can to her,
Wilding, famished ear.
In long mood afternoons she returns,
Furriously plays with flicks of shadows
And twine, then a knap on a tick
Of whiskers and cream,
In the garden jungles
Of the drowsy fawn
And mince of mice
Scurries of heed
In the silence—
Of lollIng breeze,
Gentle days, sways
Of terror and yawn,
Tufted cubby roaring,
Wee tiger of the lawn.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
.
Out
Doors
Shout
Floors,
Whispering
Wrings
Wilding
Wings,
Emptiness
Full,
Loneliness
Unruled,
Spiritual
Angels.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
( Sonnet )
.
Out
Doors
Shout
Floors,
Whispering
Wrings,
Wilding
Wings,
Emptiness
Full,
Loneliness
Unruled,
Angels'
Spirituals.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
~~~
reaching hard for words
~~~
enter tip toeing,
the loudest noises off,
save for a silent, seriously-forming smile,
re-designing your face,
while in the orbit of early morn,
mapping your return to the planetary
bed
all the while,
observing her
while closeted, comforted and cloaked,
upon their/his
landing zone bed,
honing your return re-entry voyage
home
the blonde in her traditional,
sleep arms slung in wilding, disarrayed
repose,
and
her breathing stride,
regularized and still,
yet so humanly unpredictable
wild ride
and your are surprised
by surprising yourself,
once again,
that you're in this position,
when an unforced, yet an enforceable,
warm hearted girl-glad,
chest centric?
envelops and coddles
and yet
shocking you,
that this never-expected-gift is capable of being felt
at in over up outside inside
below across beneath above and the
all encompositional prepositional,
throughout
forms of its own accord,
not asking permission,
to exist within
your body that not so long ago,
forgot where it kept
the
how-to manual
and you,
obligatory poet,
noblesse oblige,
try reaching hard for,
top shelf, newly combinated,
adjectival adverbial nouns and
verb words
to encapsulate this
shocking development
but finding none,
save for the the silent, seriously-forming smile,
busy re-designing your face,
quiet like,
it,
thunder claps slaps
in your mind
enough!
*your smile is
this time
self-speaking sufficient
and
there is no need
to reach for words*
~~~
9:03am
The Sabbath
1-15-16
nyc
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Everywhere you go
You see the same hoes
Throwing up deuce signs
And showing bra and ***** holes
*** shots galore
Posing on the floor
By an opened door
Thinking they a star
When they average joes
Hoes come in many fashions
No color bashing just blasting
All these fakes
Sitting on social media
Ain't got nothing in they names
But an account
And few followers for the fame
Internet celebrities
At best they say I'm hatin?
How humpty you getting played see
By the industry
Thinking you a women
But really a ***** day n night
Like Al B Sure
Don't get upset with me
Cuz of the choices you
Made in society in reality
Real women seek goals
And girls seek attention
So break that spiritual prism
You mored fused than a religions
Mixed with a bunch of ***** n *****
And at they same time
You at church making confessions n ****
Bet you thinking God smilin cuz of yo wilding
Sit down darling you startling
My words be sticking you like Marlin
Pardon me
I can't help but to expose the truth
Light upon the darkness
Grazin yo temples
Stop being simple and replica of Thot Central
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
Yo people need to wake up to break up
Stop fallin' for the same **** that's made up
Over a news spill best part of wakin' up
It's not Folgers in ya cup but exposing the corrupt
They get mad though once I talk that real **** so
This ain't a physical but a spiritual battle
most say they real but be the first to tattle
Like we back in kindergarten I'm plantin' my own
Garden of Eden yo who do you believe in?
I'm chilling off the highs of God third eye
Master the craft between a woman's thigh
Raise my consciousness to an all time high
Understand the basics of ****** alchemy
So when you see me youll see God's army
Angels to demons surroundin' me watchin' em like my closest kin to me
Most ain't who they say they claim to be
Sips of Hennessy to better glance at my enemies
In five D dimension strengthen the loosen to a tension that muy mind was missin'
I'll still rise over y'all still at me sneak dissin' leave no pain remission
They say Tut chill or they'll threaten your will
I feel like how X feel so I aint got time to chill
Forever holding my chrome steel roll only with the real though it'll cost me me appeal and still
I'd rather die a soldier than a coward
Times a thousand real killaz stay wilding
No smiling but I show my teeth hangin' on pains jewels like a Christmas reef
Commander in Chief of the streets it's eat
Or be eaten the ragin' beast is feasting teethin'
For the lost souls to scold in a fold I was told
The good die young and even younger
Makes me really wonder why I was made to live under
The poverty beltline envisionin' my self on the tables of the flat line
with a collapsed spine
Got **** dreams steamed from a gory graphic design
Rejoining my ancestors in the skyline
If you count the stars you'll see my battle scars
From afar do they know we really are
I guess not the angel Michael laid me a message
In ****** scripture so I could see the final picture
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
Gone is he with flourished brush
Gone to ether, turned to dust,
Left are but his remnant strokes
On canvass old, congealed with must.
Gone the Masters touch in oil
Annointed with his maddened aire,
Wilding eyes of palest blue
Strawberry his touseled hair.
Pointilism's Prince no more
Adorns high Artesanian throne,
Wretchedly we mortals weep
Where giants, once, would boldly roam.
M.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
one day you're going to feel beyond your body
a transcendent feeling that your soul cannot utter a word
and your eyes forgot what was real and what was a dream
like there living a story from your childhood books
flying like a fairy or a dragon with flame-throwing breaths
and your hands will fail grasping your body
and then music will flow though the waves and particles of light
travelling in its own speed but you still can see it
like everything is in slow motion
like everything is unreal
but right now,
everything is in your safe zone
the way the things in your room feels like a prison
and the sound of your heartbeat is the only thing your ears could trust
like the doors were locked
the windows are shut, there is no escaping
you've danced your way into your own travesty
and it keeps you feeling, and the feeling is changing
they may say that change is good
but they also lie to your face, nothing is still real
a different kind of sensation of blackness in the middle of the day
emptying, frustrating, wilding
but one day, you will feel special
hope for it, wait for it
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
Dear Jacqueline,
I never knew a dream could come to life.
I never knew doing wrong could feel so wright.
Lonely nights as I wish we could be going home tonight.
Twin mattress, twin flame who could put out this light.
6 rounds down my world revolves around you.
4 years since I saw you.
I'm sharing, but we know I can't saw you.
2 pieces but mines bigger.
Been yo shooter I'll pull the trigger
Over thinking high off yo essence
Just trying to be yo *****
Just trying to work this plan
So we can get nasty like ***** Dan
Live forever like peter pan.
Planting seeds of love
Waiting for them to expand
Timeless I'll reach you no matter our lifespan
Radiant like your smile when you think of me.
Your soul glows but only God knows
Where we should be
Loyal to love
Fire smoldering
Palms sweat when I think of you
I got a love jones bad
Years went by
Emotions criss crossing like clad
Sad and strung out
I use to drive by the places
We once hung out
Feeling like a junkey I'm strung out
Addicted to the pain you gave
Sweeter than Agave
You save
Me
Lately I've been wilding out
No one knows
Since I don't scream and shout
You tame me
Pointing at everybody when that 40 out
You aim me
Bullets blast
Once that trigger pulled
You can't change the past
Heart broken but don't need a cask
Lightning striking
Electric
Usually in a flash
So you got me sitting thinking
How long this will last
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
enunciating, conversationally
the opposite of yelling at a foreigner
only wishing to be heard
while maintaining my distance from the herd
self-assured closet nerd
flipping the bird yelling
word
to all my muthafukkas
the late night ruckus causes my focus to shift
drifting aimless I try to digress
but elementary recess memories
have me needing to confess long held secret rendezvous
the south bleacher blues
and clues to what this all means…
obscenely, I expect you to follow
and wallow a while here with me
only wishing to be heard
while maintaining my distance from the herd
late model Panel, three channels
aftermarket handle, scandal with Randel
and the move that opened the world
girls and shotgun squirrels, two lucky pearls
and the swirly, I’m sorry…
one black eye. the year of fry. crystal **** high
flying over Wah-Chang sludge ponds
drawing power from the universal force and a
pretty smile
only wishing to be herd
while maintaining my distance from the herd
meeting resistance with distance running
cunningly shunning become a man
planning on dying junked up
canned heat, Sterno and Dante’s Inferno
stomach churning when lacking the black
west coast ****** flunking straight life
lost little girl, I’m sorry…
burnt up rhymer scheming miner
trying to unwind, blindly, but kindly
only wishing to be herd
while maintaining my distance from the heard
flash fire, perspiring liar in dire need of a sign
crime pile out of style ball sack wilding
free range beguiler husting that 20 dollar
wellness balloon
buffoonery…. T’was June, you see, when it spoke to me
the year before two thousand and three
granting thee
needle freedom
preachy?
Peach Tea?
just like every other fish in the god **** sea………
………………………
…….
only wishing to be heard
while maintain my distance from the herd
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
This is life in the jungle
Where bullets are the muscle
And the one behind the gun is a coward undercover
That cowers under covers
Everytime he sees another
Coward with a glock 40 looking for reasons to tussle
But rumbles never take place
You just see bullets fly
And it's encouraged until yo best friend is the one who dies
Then you the one thats crying and sighing wondering why
They had to take your guys soul and put in the sky
But trust you're not the only one
I also lost a friend
From people wilding with violence tryna get caged in
I miss that friend to this very minute
That's why I pray for hoods when that's not what I lived in
No I didn't
I really didn't know how I would make it
Losing all the ones I loved most
But I had to keep my head up high
That's when I saw my visions in the sky
Of a better day
Doing things the better way
Living in a better day
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
It's a showdown,
in a no girl's land...
Come on devil,
I got a gun,
let's have some fun...
There's never a plan,
in no girl's land....
Also I am the drifting
Shifting astonishing
Sound clerafying
Inside dull dying
Drive is inclining
Street corner climbing
I am rythym still smiling
Front row front porch reclining
Future promising
Rose and candles piling
Harsh pile in
Pack the club stylin
I'm Royal and wildin
WiLDing out now and theN
Now and later and stay again
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC