So yeah, I may have a show come October and right now I have no clue as to what to do. Basically want to do one poem and jet, but which one? Maybe yall can help me out. I'm hella rusty, but I wanna make a little impression.
I'll post up some poems in mind and you let me know, k? Fresh.
I the wannabe player unable to play the game too well drifting from here and fro like an unanchored boat You club hopper show stopper the spotlight shined on you during your entrance somehow we matched up and discarded our former shells Reached that happy medium between Staying individuals yet team players Days weeks months We grew closer Had disagreements Went away Sent hate mails Sent apologies Offered dinners Held hands Shared kissing laughter Kept each other’s bed occupied We were now team players Who didn’t want to be individuals anymore
A missed period made our sentence complete our union created something extraordinary I will admit I wasn't as happy as I lead on to be not because I didn't want to be a father but more because my fatherhood fears crept up sitting on my shoulder whispering sweet intoxicating doubts the more I spoke to you the more I shrugged off the suggestions the more I spent around you the less I thought about me; more about us three I never saw your smile so wide Especially when my hands rubbed On your three month growth
Pain… Sharp pain Something was odd Images raced though your mind
Indigestion? Labor? No… God, don’t let it be the baby Please don’t let it be the baby… but the creator decided that this masterpiece wasn't perfect enough for display so s/he stilled its heartbeat But did it have to hurt you so bad your tears mixed in with the crimson pool you knelt in your pleas eerie arias playing in an empty washroom if I could I would transfer the pain over to me; to be your yoke in this time of burden
you knew in your heart you always knew but you still cried out to see what should have been but you knew our creation was no more
We named him Jah for to Jah he returned our Isaac and Moses for the next seeds to flourish he would have been five last week asking us to take him to chuck e cheese or get him that spongebob talking doll knowing it was already in the closet he would have cheated in Uno and tugged on your overcoat asking you to give him a zerbert
so to Jah we honor you as well as other unfinished masterpieces with these words we will never forget you we love you happy birthday...
I asked her to come over Spend some time with me Before her plane took her back To sunny skies and green vibes With a shy sly smile She came With a khaki skirt Resting mid thigh Caressing her smooth brown skin Naturally kissed by the Cali sun Now they rested on a Boogie Down Fulton, brass and black with orange pillows We sat close, arm around her waist as animinated planes transformed into fighting war machines We kissed through passed honey blunts and our lips barely touched as we threw smoke towards our small openings Eyes half closed, smile now wider Company was accepted as a family name was sung through clouds as an yellow orange tribe in small town America graced us with another whimsical story Her eyes were glued to the screen As she shifted her legs showing slight peeks of her pale underwear Our eyes meet along with lips/tongue Hand slipped Surprised yet accepting as Curious George smiled lying by her ankles Parting slowly and shifting downwards slowly I took the offering and performed my own silent prayer Hoping to catch the spiritual blessing this angel is anointing me Caught between laughter and moans Confusion rose on her face while Homer bemoaned his new locs Her thighs locked around my head As I wrote my aspiration in between Drinking her natural waters And just as the last line of the credits flashed by she came
As my man Ill said God rung the alarm so Im up early Giving my sermon on project benches Spitting to the ash wipers, trapstars, and The single moms with an ox between the cheek
Writing scriptures on brown paper bags Crumpled up from the crack music pumping through my people's system Feeling that base as it gets low Making their hats hi To give them that eupohia they've been missing on the radio So I preach in stereo so both ears can get some of that good good
During my sermons, I mount on rooftop littered with opened wrappers carelessly left while moans lifted upwards as testimonies to the creator Catching the spirit with each stroke
Breathe easy, my children Be easy, my sons for pounds of steel warm your stomach like homemade soup grandma used to make while you wipe your nose cuz the world was too cold to care like she used to (Ed note: still working on this one...)
Sometimes I wonder Why I haven’t given up On us yet As much mental angst we’re been through We should have gone insane Or broken down But we’re standing strong While wading through the bullshit Now I see why your favorite article of clothing Is Capri You and I are the same image In that cracked mirror we tried to hide From the world You and I are the same person No longer making love to Marvin Gaye or Prince But to R. Kelly who whispered in your multi-pierced ear That you remind him of something He just don’t know what And you and I accept this as the true definition of Love Love? Have we even touched its skin? Kissed its tears Held it in our arms Even once? I doubt that I ever did But I’m willing to with you…
We sat at a table of indecision and ate misunderstanding Pointing fingers at each other To make the food go down quicker Our tablemates dished out second and thirds Even after we said we are full Lies and rumors Jealousy and envy When did we decide that our diet will consist of Such unhealthy train of thoughts? Was it after we shed that last tear Which melted our innocence? Was it during the serving of hot passion That clouded our vision? Or was it that every time we looked in the cracked mirror Instead of seeing our beauty We Just Saw the flaws Within each jagged line…
I can never hate you Hating you is like hating myself When I hold you I can understand Why my rib was taken to create you When I hear your voice I can understand Why the morning is never complete without a bird singing Pardon my infatuation But I’m in awe of The way you can Fit within the puzzle called us Now if only we could get away from this table Long enough to start living healthy…
But that mirror is blocking our way And you’ve discovered your flaws again I tried to tell you to look pass them You couldn’t You can’t You won’t So to hide your shame You point out mine And compare them To the niggas who Caused the mirror to crack in the first place I’m confused by the abuse I’m taking For some other nigga Who pulled the trigger to their sex shooter When all I wanted to do Was to know you But the closer I get to you The more you draw away You’re waiting to exhale While I’m trying to inhale your essence But you mask your natural scent With the conception of the perfect man Or rather The lack of I may not be the best man But I’m striving to be Not only for you But for my unborn son so that he can see that Yes men are able to say I’m sorry when they’re wrong, It’s ok to rescue a damsel in distress, And it’s not a sin to love just one woman I’m trying to get right so we won’t get left But what’s the use when I’m being beaten to death With all your bad relationships Baby, Look at me Look at me long and hard I’m not that nigga that left you for Suzy In you second trimester, Fucked with three of your best friends, And crashed your car after a wild night of partying While you were mourning a love passing away I’m not that nigga Just like you’re not that female who Used me as a stepping stone To build up her self-esteem Broke my heart and called five minutes later just to kick it Or the one I made cry because I Just Wasn’t Ready We are none of those people And I’m tired of jumping through hoops Just to prove you wrong…
I need for us to start all over from the letter Alpha To our Omega Let’s have a clean slate to write Our journals on each other’s heart Declarations on our backs And emancipate all the demons We allowed to enslave us Let’s build back up our lives On concrete instead of shifting sands Understand that I love you because You complete me And I need you to breathe Within this polluted world All I ask and pray for Is that you feel the same way too So that we could put away the mirror And only reflect Ourselves In each other…
This is the first poem This is the first poem written From the hand of a servant Writing for divine intervention Only to find out he himself Was such
This is the first poem written On a cold day A warm day A hot day on the porch Of a Bronx residence With a bottle of Ting resting on the ground And his lover nestled between his legs Reading the latest Essence Just to find how many references To spirituality she can find
This is the first poem written While listening to An unreleased album Placed on the Internet By the record company As they go on a tirade About losing money knowing They were the culprits
This is the first poem written A week after two associates Sat in a darken room Deciding that maybe God Was too slow to welcome them back home So they blew out their life candles Merging with the dancing smoke trails Sending their souls upwards
This is the first poem written With not a care about who reads, listen, or recite These words
This poem is about just being About happiness and sadness About redemption and forgiveness
This poem will not change how you feel Or If this was from a place of truth
This poem was not written to be Recognized or reverend
This poem will have only one Reference to 9-11 And that was it
This poem is the vanguard for All of the poems coming after this
Yes I placed pressure on this poem To achieve but I have faith in it
This poem is long and short at the same time Hence it is confused But once again I have faith it will work itself out
This poem was endorsed by the Most High And those who are mostly high
This poem is an oxymoron This poem is definitive This poem is hurtful yet comforting Once the pain fade
For those who stumble along their path Let this poem be your pillar of strength To those who couldn't bear the light of this world Let these words be your vessel so No one forgets you
For those who gave all they could yet felt They came up short in their goals Let this tome be your magnificent reward
This is the first poem written Out of desperation and remorse For this will become my saving grace My prayer, autobiography, love letter My hate mail My downfall and ruin My great achievement My first born and last child My legacy
This poem came from a place of Sincerity with a hint of ego
This poem is a reflection of the author and reader Whatever you get out of it Is what this poem is
This is the first poem And these are the last words This poem will ever manifest…
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