Fallen Leaves

I mourn lost poetry like fallen leaves of the last great tree
flowing away in the wind.
Dry tears drop swiftly
Crisply
My children
Never to be seen again
Painstakingly I conceive these worded dreams simultaneously during my daily symphonies
But there are no sympathies for a piece lost and unheard
Dealt an early death falling on death ears
It appears that my mind keeps going
words keep flowing
But forgotten were the files that could never be written the same way again
Never to enhance the same experience
never to be performed in a word dance
I trance as I long for the worded dreams that never washed up on my tongue's shore
Will never reach ears parallel to mine or another minds core
It pains me to lose thee
So unceremoniously
This feeling I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy
For there are no ambler alerts for lost poetry
No news coverage for that little iambic pentameter piece about lost loves and tree canopies
No thousand mile manhunts over the Pacific seas for 100 words that might have comforted a single mother who can't find money to buy food for her kids to eat
After I Painstakingly conceived these worded dreams during my daily symphonies
Still no sympathies for pieces lost and unheard
But as a writer we're expected to churn out more words
Displaced in rhythms recited methodically
Sound poetry quite the anomaly
Without an artist whose seen his seeds flow in the brees
Just to mourn lost poetry like fallen leaves of the last great tree

MindF_cked

She told me her interests
My curiosity budged
Over those loose synapses
Went a few extra drops of blood

She told me her dreams
Her aspirations
My inspiration quivered under the weight of her ambitions

She touched on the buttons of her past successes with tact
My confidence took notice
And took a long deep breath

I was trying to get to know her
This Situation so fresh
But her anecdotes stroked my ego's exposed bare flesh

I commented on my views on the world
Her interest was peaked
As in her hair she twirled
And my composure had leaked

She turned her head to the side
Staring
Searching
Pursed lips
The tiniest bite
Oh my
Almond eyes
And I try
But my thoughts
Restrain these
Feelings caught
Mind strings
Twing
Twung
Plucked
To the tune of her monologue
And it's not what many thought
We talked
About politics
Her intuition swelled
At the flow of my rhetoric
And I had to sip
At the risk
Of losing my cool
Heat between us
Like lightning bugs
Searching for food

Her stance on entertainment feeds me
Batman her favorite superhero
Ambrosia filled cherries
I challenge her opinion
Factually
Chocolate covered strawberries
Her rebuttal strikes at my statements' heart
Vanilla frosting
We
Just short of a Sunday

Then I'm compelled by the music she plays
Prefers words that have meaning
Grounded in poetry

So I tell her I'm a poet
She tells me she knew it
Intensely I've been precisely warming
That pussy
I'm taken back
Cuz she's so foward

This game
She says
Has put her in a position
Says she's close to telling me
Man, just Put the tip in
Inverse chemistry
Got her prohibition on probation
Inverse chemistry like
Force equals Mass times acceleration

Her poet comes out
Says I've been kissing her mind
With our convo
Now her thoughts are squirting
Down the line of time
Predicament sublime
As her subconscious climaxes
And she sees me in her future
Day in and day out she wants to be my tutor

And I like to learn new things
Never before had I felt such a connection
Her brains
Fucked me sideways
Insane
Now I wonder around the confines of my consciousness
Blind deaf and dumb
Cuz she done robbed me
And I stole her
MindF_cked
Now we on the run

Humility Part II

It's funny how we all learn about humility
Some lessons not as poignant as others But some aren't as stoic as others
So maybe their lesson came and went
Money...spent
Clothes...lent
Emotions...sent
Via email
You know we all got them smart phones
Engaged to our hands
But like men they slip up
Like liquor in the cup
Just waiting to be drunk
Matter of time life gets its licks in
Sneaker heads know it
They gonna get they kicks in
Bj Penn
Silva
St pierre
Throw them hands and got some elbows mixed in
Life don't hold back
It goes back and brags about it
Yea I just whipped him
Life death and fate chilling playing super smash brothers
Trippin
Kirby link and mario pulling strings
No hittin
Listening to our plans and saying humans are wicked
Acting like they have control over shit
Sickening

I'm tryna meet Em
And tell Em how I found humility
We met on the corner of faith and heartbreak
Serendipity
at the time I was stuck between arrogance and tranquility
Standing tall in the face of life like
Obstacles were just Mannequins
You know
Life like
Any time a problem come
I Fight fight
Till you win
Then again
Nobody finished with a perfect career
Story ends
Then I spin
Around and see my mindset don't work
For here
There is no perfect
Success equals learning
And just to be sure I got the message
I got pulled down by the Cape
Now I'm guessing

As high as I fly there's always kryptonite
Walked like kings bowed to me
Then Exposed to the green shit
I ain't about that life
Worked on being the best
A labor of pride
But life has no mouth to warn you
Fate no ears to hear your lies
Death no eyes to see your cries
Their plan don't change just cuz you wanna play the game
Shit
They been mario link and Kirby since the beginning of time
Fuck ya plans got over the divine?
Not a damn thing not even a simile
You think you superman
Heres kryptonite
Now that's some humility

iAdmit...

always knew it wouldnt be shits and giggles forever
at some point we'd be giggling shits for better or worse
coerced into being just under the completion percentage
at a century see her and me
told nothing was perfect
so striving for the 99th percentile
seemed worth it

see, cole gave me the catalyst
to tell this story cats have missed
and its imperative
it come out with directness
cuz as i vibe im transported back to them days
like 08
when i was feening for it straight
on the tip of my tongue your essence
i wanted to chase

but shit was real
cuz i was in a situation where happiness was a tuesday-thursday kinda thing
but it made sense to my monday-wednesday-friday brain
damn
what about the weekends?
and im going thru life like i thought i should have
living out dreams that were 5 years old
on paths that had me places i thought i should be
tracing, tip taping along them lines of duality
until they got crossed like Malcolm
and she gave me a taste
mine as well gave me a hand full of spades

heard that song and instantly knew it was a classic
then in my contrarian way
i downplayed it
she had me on some longest crush eva type shit
freshmen year sophomore year
settling
for other chicks
got me up all night
contemplating my life
asking myself do i wanna be tuesday thursday type happy
incomplete
sitting round playing love songs like i was case studying

now my peoples knew my situation and thought it was cool
and im still scared to ruffle feathers
so im playing big bird trying to please everybody
mind still wondering back
like when hip hop had its shit together
im telling myself you cant fight city hall
the establishment runs shit
why go against it

dont let your heart life block
my current chick e&j
but she...ciroc
goes down smooth and thanks me for drinking
this shit deeper then it being cold outside and needing someone to bun
my current chick insignia
but she....samsung
her tats tell of beauty and growth
id be happy to kiss them slowly slow
decision made
hard to be with someone so long and then let them go
my last chick old ass PC
but her...macbook pro
and im punch drunk
head spinning
mind wheeling
brain hurting
heart thumping
seeing stars
my life like a bag of bats
shit crazy
im down in this pit tryna see the sanity that sat above
then it occurred to me

to ask

"would you believe me if i said im in love?"

what?

known her for years but that shit hit like a ton of bricks
and i start spazzin
thinking them useless females' attention would make me snap out of it
like ima fill my heart with the approval of lesser chicks
but her essence still just wouldnt go away
and here we are

"had me up all night....
all im singing was love songs"

and im really down with singing em more
writing more love poems
cuz i cant take that tuesday thursday type love
i thought id be good with the status quo like tax time
but shit with my last chick was like studying poetry for years then
finally learning the meaning of rhyme
useless
she gives me purpose
and everyday i cant help but ask myself

"would you believe me if i said im love?"
hell yes

SoulTape

first off: fuck you willie lynch

not to be admitting that you actually exist

but to drown out the proverbial stench i distinctly can trace from you to me

over the past four centuries

second off: i have to hand it to you
not as in round of applause
but here take these gauze
apply it to the schism you and those other masters' decision created
while we bleed continuously
im surprised were still even here which conditionally speaks to the perseverance we possess

we're standing at a mirror looking at the open wound as crimson blood pours
babies cry at tightly closed doors that were closed before they were ever conceived
martin had a dream but now he's gone and the white men gloat
raising taxes closing schools
damn we need an ID to even go out and vote

the fuck?

been past nine pints of blood;
that was about 600 years ago
we should be dead.
yet you had us trained, willie
lets teach these here niggas how to survive under the guise of forward progressivism lets put a deep voiced black man on the television help them save money show em what progressive gets them
while we sensationalize the ghetto porno-vision these artists and videos feed straight to the souls of the kids
black ice said it best the music
so much more addictive then crack is
and we still bleed

we still bleed for that 14 year old mother who has no other ways to provide for her 2 year old then to sell her body to 52 year old 52 strokes at a time
abandoned by the 19 year old who bleeds for his 33 year old mom who told him

that lil bitch aint pregnant she lying take these lil stupid girls pussy and when they start crying tell them to get in line we lying

to ourselves as we bleed through our polos and gucci belts and retro jays
we bleed through the gold chains watches and clutch perse bags
we bleed through the designers other people tell us to look at
we bleed through the seams of them versace jeans
we bleed through the seams of all these pointless clothes they trendsetters tell us are hot
ha that white republican whos voting for romney got his whole fam decked out in clothes for 2 hundred dollars at walmart

while we bleed

but i got a little soul tape
i got a little move to make
this education something they tried to take and i bled for my future
my mom's tears at the prospect of my pain dried at the prospect of my ascension to a little clear adhesive
nowhere near enough to close that schism willie brought up but its enough to keep moving through these tough times and false movements

see i know where the fix is but right now all i got is a little soul tape

apply it to my heart pump the breaks
at them fools who try to persuade me to not follow these dreams i speak
i gotta little soul tape
to that dude who looked me in the eyes and told me "dont be a teacher, what do they make?"
word? give me two years and ill someday make your son a better man cuz you a fake see this education...
my soul tape
divine lines to the skies ethereal wings to the beings we aught to be
im tellin these kids come roll with me
i need some more mentees
soul tape betterment of our communities soul tape better female role models for these misguided young girls
soul tape making education trendy soul tape here i got the dispenser its me

Somethings gotta give

im in the mind of doing another redesign...a mixture of old/new content...and hopefully a new optimism with my posting tendencies. i honestly have the habit of posting really great stuff then getting down on my blog because i feel like no one is reading it. so im definitely gonna focus on doing some things differently in the coming times. bear w me as i try to put together this blog in a better way to get you my best material. all while at the same time keeping it simple and giving you insight into me, as a person and how i think. here we go...

Murder to Excellence (Parts I&II)

Bloody Murder

they always told me i have an old soul
they always said
real men arent born
they're bred

sadly
the idea of the conventionally virtuous black man
is dead
bloody murder

replaced
with empty space
between each earlobe
the base of the neck
and the forehead
black decedance
stuck in a demographic
that praises and epitomises
the least of important things
in the grand scheme of things

sadly
the idea of the conventionally virtuous black man
is dead
bloody murder

murdered by a plethora of things
least the ones that most fear
the potential we hold
the size of our brains
black decadence

in my demographic reigns supreme
and the people dont see their treachery
ignorance
beside itself in its lechery
especially
the apparent ideals of the young women
untrained in the ways of ladiness
for the most part
unschooled in the value of thier treasury
so they give away freely
to any man willing to spend a small portion of his time
black decedence

eventually creationg a void of knowlegde
spawning free roaming negativity
an airborn cancer
striving to enslave the piety we were given
creating the balance of murder
of which we are all guilty of commiting

because we allow it
black decedance'
bloody murder
bloody murder

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black excellence

they always told me i have an old soul
they always said real women arent born
they were bred

excellence
oppulence
reverence

the idea of them skeezers, jawns, and birds
is dead
cuz im killing it
out of excuses
more and more black women are college educated
raised within decent family structures
with the drive and ambition to achieve dreams
unlimited potential
from their finger nails to their foreheads
black excellence

the continuous circle of excuses by men and women
not to excel
not to do well
to be satisfied with the conventional status
we see our sisters and brothers attain
untamed
but constrained
continuously
by the media who displays fantastically mundane
excistences of real people
but our ignorance
tells us its fantastic
something to esteem

meanwhile these women have the lowest self esteem
i have ever seen
empowerment
should come from the community
a congregation of men and women who instill values in the young ones
coming up
not vh1
saying basketball wives and house wives are comming up

i want
black excellence

not the paradoxical nature of this so called entertainment
that teaches drama
turning mama into a bad role model
cuz she sits there with her young daughter and watches it
baby girl process it
grows up thinking these are what real women are
and us men are all ready and willing to take advantage
instead of expecting more
fuck average

black excellence

i need them old times back
when if you didnt have on a suit and tie
you werent even given the chance to call on some mans daughter
times have changed ill give you that
but we can adapt

black excellence
oppulence
reverence

we have barack and michelle steppin up to set the example
but we are too ignornat and misguided to appreciate it
we'd rather be bey and jaw
wiz and amber
im tired of it

challenge yourself

to black excellence
oppulence
reverence

didnt say it would be easy
but for lack of a better way to word this
itll be worth it

black excellence
community service
black excellence
education
black excellence
higher expectance
black excellence
oppulence
reverence