Ever since
evidence
I’ve been
pinned
pent up
in the pen
with a pen
I wrote pain
I write pain
I right pain
I’ve caused,
I’ve caught
eyeballs
scribing my flaws
my falls
my faults
I brought
time loss
from defied laws
I bought
time cards
14-20years (sigh) sign off….
Inside
Pros’ Poems
Don’t walk away from me
don’t build a fortress
and forest
our fortune
forcing
our forfeit
forgive me for my
informal forums
forages
I wish I could jump from the knowing
in mid-wonder
diving into the deepest mystery
treading vast possibilities
but I can’t swim
so reality
is where I land
no questions asked with every step
on sure, mundane, monotonous ground
unknowing of the unknown
ignorance,
the enemy of bliss
prisoned innocence
prison, in a sense
The fact that it takes belief
to believe,
shows an essence of
trust,
trust me.
I hope
you trust
my faith
in our fate
but I need you
to
believe
me
first
trust me.
Therein
lies
belief
in us,
by
gaining
trust.
I’m more than I know
less what you think
can’t give myself credit
yet, obsessed with critique
I find worth in process
I am a working product
I am a work in progress
my poetic work is promise
I am product
process
progress
promise
I am Profit.
I miss this
smell- intoxicating aroma
touch- honey milk softened skin
taste- nectar oozing off tongue and lips
sound- harmonic pitch
sight- visions only explained in dreams
You take up my senses
You make sense
Ever since, our disconnect
I’ve been senseless
Impression felt
lasting impressions
dig deep
hold on
tight
tattoo my flesh
with the pressure of must
have,
in your finger tips
exuding raw love
for us
fighting hard
to never let go
never let go
scar me
with burning passion
absorbed by
french manicured need..
nails,
my skin flares
then fileted
giving way
to will
fear has no feat
when feeling
is unexplainably deep
these moments
when rush of pain
symbolizes
infallible love
-symbiotic, love and pain-
sometimes, you can’t chance, taking a certain stance, in certain circumstances
“Sir, come stand”
go head..search my stance
Fight or Flight Fright Night
You fight or flight change
I fight or flight for change
Though my fright of heights may fight my flight
Because this fight I flight is fright of change
But even if I’ll never get this right,
I’ll fight my fright instead of flight, for a change.
puh, puh, bullshit! (bless me)
Policies
politicians
police
pulllllllllease!
sounds like target practice to me
Blood
I pray..I stray..eyes glazed..crrrrryyyy baby
pupils, diiiiiiii-lated
he-look-de-hyyyyy-drated, she-look-de-hyyyyy-drated
blood peaking…I see,.. bloooood seeping open, blooood seeping o-pen
blood leaves me frozen, blood leaves them frozen, blood leaves me…
there is no revival, they try to revive you, there is no survival, no one survives!
blooooood seeping..blooood sacrifice!
this isn’t paradise, this is a pair-of-dice
no one survives inside of this paradigm
life’s paradox, prepares you for that box..that you sleep in..do you see it?
I stray from weepin, everyday we weaken, there is no weekends
before the week-ends, problems deep-en, drown in deep-end
prayers de-pend, on your dea-con,
hope they reach him, cuz eyes can’t reach Him,
I tried, be-lieve me, you-see-my-fea-tures, and what they fea-ture
eyes, like a Mo-lo-tov hurled, Mar-bor-lo, tar, (cough) gurgle
stone-cold-heart- gar-goyle/ blood, tears stains, left behind like car-oil
light will come but dark, is loyal…heart… turmoil
holes in your carhart soiled, blood seepin
I see bloooood seeping open, blooood seeping o-pen
he’s unresponsive, no insurance no sponsor
he won’t make it home, he betrayed his kids pinky promise
because, bloooood seeping open, blooood seeping o-pen
schools just as dangerous as the block now
women killed in passenger seats the same way Pac got shot down
his grandma called the cops, but it was the cops, not the ops that popped him
modifier stocks as an option on the chopper that flocks them
untouchable corporations replenish the stocks, you cant stop them
instead of lifting up our kids to a bright future, its to an infinite dark we drop them
I see, bloooood seeping open, blooood seeping o-pen
politics same as a warzone
ever since grandpa died, too many lies, seperated lives, tainted Wardlow’s
relationships end in life or death now
high vantage hotels become concert let downs
streets artistically designed by body sketch now
think before your next step now
dream before your next breath..POW!
bullet riddled like a witty question
violence was the answer
death too late to ever learn a lesson
unless you hold the camera
and control the angles…
bloooood seeping o-pen.
what is a life worth if death comes so easy
its ok until it hits the public or suburban neighborhoods, value is so misleading
wrong is wrong, killing is killing and I’m too numb to it
you can’t make exceptions or explain away a death if you held a gun to it
kids taken too early, family’s split by pain
killers becoming too common, red rivers flowing to gutter when it thunders and rains
I see, blooooood seeping open, blooooood seep-ing o-pen
This could be the Beginning
This could be the beginning of something greater
everything else…save it for later
I am riding giveabeats elevator
ain’t no surprise giveabeat elevates ya
my eyes precede the precipitation, my mind climbing degrees of elevation and, I smell the vapors
because saying my words is the greatest congratulations
now-let your hands move wit your dance moves
this is dance grooves
hotter than Cancun
marathon like lampoon
so I’m in prison late at night writing with my lamp on
got my manager outside of Raleigh and we rallying anthems
this a new wave, this a new movement, this a u movement
everything u can’t see, u can’t YouTube it
but log onto the site open your mind and just listen to it
this is reality and emotional confession connecting with poetic music
Way of life