Nothin is impossible when you got a mission.
So even the loudmouth slick talkas gotta listen.
I aint Preacha Pauly Peter Popoff or a politician;
I jus jumped out a bigga pot in a hotta kitchen.
Still on probation, they cant stop my passion.
They trIEd to catch me and cook me- Sebastian.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Meeting of the Minds
Shut up! Sit down, so I can start my meeting.
Ignorance kills more than a Dark Knight screening.
Brain dead.
Even I dont know bout apartheid's meaning
and I call stretch marks "scarred by eating."
Im a foo'!
But still Im reading.
Got a knife sharp as wit for the feeding.
Got a mouthful of weapons for defeating
a fleet of enemIEs keep em fleeting.
Fleeing cuz debates turn into beatings.
Pleading for reprieve while their bleeding.
Make em recognize the power of belIEving.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Jail Thoughts. Shrug 12-21-2011
How can one ask for a second chance with a third strike?!
Or feel safe when the c.o.'s are worse than the Third Reich?!
I smelled fear and I heard fright...
and seen the green-eyed monster gaze at a bird's flight.
Escape in a book and gain power when my words write.
Feeling like I could kick up more dust than a dirt bike.
Not far from those mundane days when I worked nights
but too close to that anxious rage I had before my first fight.
Or feel safe when the c.o.'s are worse than the Third Reich?!
I smelled fear and I heard fright...
and seen the green-eyed monster gaze at a bird's flight.
Escape in a book and gain power when my words write.
Feeling like I could kick up more dust than a dirt bike.
Not far from those mundane days when I worked nights
but too close to that anxious rage I had before my first fight.
Pawn Problems 12-21-2011
It's ALL a game and
I'm coming for the rooks
and the King that forgives killers
and makes it sunny for the crooks.
I laugh,
though nothing is funny when I look
at the rubbish just caused a beef
between my tummy and the cook.
It's a dangerous daycare-
got a cubby and a nook.
I ONLY need prayers!
Don't worr'bout the money on my books.
I'm coming for the rooks
and the King that forgives killers
and makes it sunny for the crooks.
I laugh,
though nothing is funny when I look
at the rubbish just caused a beef
between my tummy and the cook.
It's a dangerous daycare-
got a cubby and a nook.
I ONLY need prayers!
Don't worr'bout the money on my books.
Love's Sentence 12-22-2011
It's a short drive when love is at the wheel, so there are no unspoken qualms about visiting once a week. She schedules her day around a 15 minute phone call at 7:00pm that will make her long for her caged man. His optimistic strength relaxes her angst and escorts her into a peaceful mind frame for the evening. Plus he's funny. So funny that he always distracts her from the phone sex she was planning on whispering to him.. He has never been aroused during "vacation" but he orgasms in anticipation of their reunion, frequently. as the days blend together into an indistinguishable blob, her face remains a clear sketch of a real fantasy. The silhouette of her scent has never been more than an envelope sniff away. He reflects upon his regrettable decisions which carved an insurmountable barrIEr between the actuality of THEM. The first wall he was trapped behind, he built. It was around his heart. So she doesn't exist. She is just a wish that accompanIEs his countdown.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
"I Had a Dream" I said...
... "About who?" he said. "About Korn," I said.
Yea, he was really in my dream last night. He's gooood!
My dream was crazy. I was in jail and this chick told me a frIEnd of hers was going to come visit me and bring me some a home cooked meal just because she was a fan of mine. Apparently I'm popular in San Bernardino. Shrug, who would have known?! You know dreams be random and sporadic and might not make much sense at times so I'm am just recounting what I recall. I remember there was a raffle or Bingo like game about to be played and the person in charge was kicking people out of the room for various reasons of eligibility.
All of a sudden, Corey Broussard bka Korn Dogg walks by. Mind you, in my dream I know he is dead. He is wearing a white suit and looking 100 times better than the last time I saw him which was in a coffin. Now my twin brother, Marquis, pops up and we both are wearing all black tuxes. Times seems to have stop because we didn't get harrassed by the jail people or anything but its not like we were worrIEd about it, anyway. Korn sits on the back part of this bench with his feet on the sit and we stand and talk to him.
Clear as day I can remember asking "How does it feel?", inquiring about Death. He replIEd, "not bad". I then asked about his younger brother Roman and he told me "He's not going to do anything." By then, tears were streaming down my face. I cannot be certain that I wasn't actually physically crying at the same time. I turned my head because the situation that surrounded us became apparent and when I looked back at him I did not see him anymore. I became scared. My brother never stopped looking and he told me he was still there. I asked him to reveal himself to me, and he did. My tears were nonstop. I did not give Corey a full cry these past few weeks, though he has been on my mind daily. After a while I told him to leave and never came back. I cant fully grasp what prompted me to do that, I woke up a little bit confused by it.
I kind of see this dream as a real visitation from my frIEnd. This is not the first time I have had a conversation with a murdered peer. I spoke with Buddah in a dream and real life before he was killed and then a few weeks after. There was no salvation for him. It was truly his fate. I belIEve that was Corey who I talked to this morning but I also belIEve God was there too. In the dream we stood and sat as we spoke. Since He sat on top of the bench we literally were sitting at His feet. Deep. He comforted us in a way that did not resemble the relationship we had with Korn... it was more fatherly. When I took my focus off of Him and got distracted by the world around me I was scared and my brother had to tell me "He is still here". And He returned to me when I asked him to show Himself to me. Wow.
I know I am gifted. I can see into people and feel the true intentions of their heart. This ability has become magnifIEd lately. I went to lunch with my Bishop one time and he called me a prophet. He said I had "the gift of metaphor". I have always been a writer and its crazy because I speak in analogIEs all day. He told me that one can get the most of the Bible and can apply more of it to their life when they get the metaphor. He was dead on point, too. I think that at the end of the dream when I asked Corey to leave, it wasn't like I was telling Him to go away.
It was like- I know You are here with me, I do not lack the faith to always have to see You. If I talk, I know you are listening. I know you dwell in a place of joy because I feel it entering me as I sit near You. Do not return, the world is not ready to see You but the first thing I will do this day is to tell them that I seen You.
All of a sudden, Corey Broussard bka Korn Dogg walks by. Mind you, in my dream I know he is dead. He is wearing a white suit and looking 100 times better than the last time I saw him which was in a coffin. Now my twin brother, Marquis, pops up and we both are wearing all black tuxes. Times seems to have stop because we didn't get harrassed by the jail people or anything but its not like we were worrIEd about it, anyway. Korn sits on the back part of this bench with his feet on the sit and we stand and talk to him.
Clear as day I can remember asking "How does it feel?", inquiring about Death. He replIEd, "not bad". I then asked about his younger brother Roman and he told me "He's not going to do anything." By then, tears were streaming down my face. I cannot be certain that I wasn't actually physically crying at the same time. I turned my head because the situation that surrounded us became apparent and when I looked back at him I did not see him anymore. I became scared. My brother never stopped looking and he told me he was still there. I asked him to reveal himself to me, and he did. My tears were nonstop. I did not give Corey a full cry these past few weeks, though he has been on my mind daily. After a while I told him to leave and never came back. I cant fully grasp what prompted me to do that, I woke up a little bit confused by it.
I kind of see this dream as a real visitation from my frIEnd. This is not the first time I have had a conversation with a murdered peer. I spoke with Buddah in a dream and real life before he was killed and then a few weeks after. There was no salvation for him. It was truly his fate. I belIEve that was Corey who I talked to this morning but I also belIEve God was there too. In the dream we stood and sat as we spoke. Since He sat on top of the bench we literally were sitting at His feet. Deep. He comforted us in a way that did not resemble the relationship we had with Korn... it was more fatherly. When I took my focus off of Him and got distracted by the world around me I was scared and my brother had to tell me "He is still here". And He returned to me when I asked him to show Himself to me. Wow.
I know I am gifted. I can see into people and feel the true intentions of their heart. This ability has become magnifIEd lately. I went to lunch with my Bishop one time and he called me a prophet. He said I had "the gift of metaphor". I have always been a writer and its crazy because I speak in analogIEs all day. He told me that one can get the most of the Bible and can apply more of it to their life when they get the metaphor. He was dead on point, too. I think that at the end of the dream when I asked Corey to leave, it wasn't like I was telling Him to go away.
It was like- I know You are here with me, I do not lack the faith to always have to see You. If I talk, I know you are listening. I know you dwell in a place of joy because I feel it entering me as I sit near You. Do not return, the world is not ready to see You but the first thing I will do this day is to tell them that I seen You.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Trenches
The world is against US, we're born troops.
With malnourished souls that need more soup.
On the way to being rotten like warm fruit.
Its funny that they want US ALL in orange suits.
How are you 40 years old and never worn suits?!
Well, once a year, funeral and court cute.
We reap the full harvest of the war's roots.
The weeping brings an outpour of storm boots.
Fetal and alone we will mourn groups.
Why did Korn shoot and spill the Lord's juice?!
His brother's in the wind with a torn chute.
And the cord's loose.
His cross is heavy, he wears thorns too.
We must curse the lIEs with a sworn truth;
Swinging swords, the sound of horns just warned YOU.
With malnourished souls that need more soup.
On the way to being rotten like warm fruit.
Its funny that they want US ALL in orange suits.
How are you 40 years old and never worn suits?!
Well, once a year, funeral and court cute.
We reap the full harvest of the war's roots.
The weeping brings an outpour of storm boots.
Fetal and alone we will mourn groups.
Why did Korn shoot and spill the Lord's juice?!
His brother's in the wind with a torn chute.
And the cord's loose.
His cross is heavy, he wears thorns too.
We must curse the lIEs with a sworn truth;
Swinging swords, the sound of horns just warned YOU.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Welcome to the Jungle
Welcome to the jungle'
where the ballas aint humble,
and everybody got a dream
until it all crumbles.
And you know its a struggle
'cause the tummIEs all rumble.
You run and you stumble
when you chasin' money in bundles.
When its sunny it thunders.
It gets ugly in summer.
The murders increase
by a few hundred of numbers.
And the mothers all wonder
'bout the sons and the brothers-
Will they keep each other
or will they keep us up under?!
Got my defense in order,
you aint breachin my border.
You aint gon' be vaccinating
or teachin' my daughter.
I belIEve you're the starter
of a few of the slaughters
of the illigitimate children
our fore fathers had fathered.
Gettin' farther and further
from solvin' the murders
'cause we're the race that
they wanna get rid of three thirds of.
And I see that its workin'.
NO guessin' Im certain!
But I cant figure out who's
the wizard behind the curtain.
And he's drownin the urbans
like the Town of the Bourbon
with floods, drugs, choppers and
burners, vodka and bourbon.
Look at that blonde hair
stickin up outta that turban.
American insurgents
but they're callin' it service.
And they're turnin all mad
'cause I'm burnin' the flag.
Its hard not to when
you start learnin' the past.
And runnin' fast is the only
thing that I learned from my dad.
NOT how to be the early bird
for the worm in the grass.
And Gramps is an an urn
full of ash- I MISS YOU!
I promise to be different
than the herd of the mass.
So who gon' stand firmer than Class?!
Fuck the government!! They can suck it
and drink a shot of sperm outta glass.
UGH.
where the ballas aint humble,
and everybody got a dream
until it all crumbles.
And you know its a struggle
'cause the tummIEs all rumble.
You run and you stumble
when you chasin' money in bundles.
When its sunny it thunders.
It gets ugly in summer.
The murders increase
by a few hundred of numbers.
And the mothers all wonder
'bout the sons and the brothers-
Will they keep each other
or will they keep us up under?!
Got my defense in order,
you aint breachin my border.
You aint gon' be vaccinating
or teachin' my daughter.
I belIEve you're the starter
of a few of the slaughters
of the illigitimate children
our fore fathers had fathered.
Gettin' farther and further
from solvin' the murders
'cause we're the race that
they wanna get rid of three thirds of.
And I see that its workin'.
NO guessin' Im certain!
But I cant figure out who's
the wizard behind the curtain.
And he's drownin the urbans
like the Town of the Bourbon
with floods, drugs, choppers and
burners, vodka and bourbon.
Look at that blonde hair
stickin up outta that turban.
American insurgents
but they're callin' it service.
And they're turnin all mad
'cause I'm burnin' the flag.
Its hard not to when
you start learnin' the past.
And runnin' fast is the only
thing that I learned from my dad.
NOT how to be the early bird
for the worm in the grass.
And Gramps is an an urn
full of ash- I MISS YOU!
I promise to be different
than the herd of the mass.
So who gon' stand firmer than Class?!
Fuck the government!! They can suck it
and drink a shot of sperm outta glass.
UGH.
Primetime
You know the prime comes right before the decline,
right before the flatline, then you meet the divine.
And some of y'all will meet yo' demise with the heat to yo' mind;
I'd rather be ninety-nine and defeated by time.
Ev'rybody got their own path and each a design.
This life can be like a sip of the sweetest of wines.
So Ima spend mine skeetin' on some divas and dimes
and spendin' eve'ry last dime I should be leavin' behind.
I never wear jewelry, 'cause I don't need it to shine.
And when I see diamonds, I see children bleedin' in mines.
Exploited by the greed and the slime
with prayers to inherit Earth soon 'cause they belIEve in the signs.
I thought we had love for SIErra Leone;
now we back to braggin' bout the couple of carats we own!
I'm too busy to stop. Watch and stare at the throne,
especially since where I'm from I'm like the heir to my own.
And I'll work my hands bear to the bones
to be able to stamp my passport out in Paris and Rome.
With no tans, white sands, without a pair of shoes on
and get so high that I gotta parachute home.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Faith Is Some Bullshhh
Walk in faith, not by sight. Blind faith. Psshh. I hope yall know that doesnt mean to just follow what someone tells you and to have faith in it. Thats not what God wants from you. Ive never heard a pastor encourage the active pursuit of God. I mean seriously, dont we all need to see to belIEve?! Go get your proof. Obey his instructions, submit your will and KNOW that God exists. Its that easy!
I can tell yall dont belIEve. O ye of little faith. Smh. Theres a visible difference between confessing one's faith and the ascertion of one's true belIEfs. And that is because faith in the divine sense is rooted in CERTAINTY. And once you're certain of something it is damn near impossible to live in contrary of that truth....to me. A truth is, fire is hot. I live my life in fear (respect and reverence) of that heat because I KNOW what the penalty is when I dont. If you TRULY belIEve in God's laws, why is it so hard for you to live within those parameters? I bet you dont test the law of gravity daily, do you. Thought not. Smh.
Now, scripture tells us we shall only have the faith of a mustard seed to move a mountain. A mustard seed is tiny, very tiny. That lets us know that faith (remember this means CERTAINTY) is not the easIEst thing to obtain. It is a difficult thing to belIEve for real for real. It is not required that you have a mountain of hope, which is what most people's faith reeeally is. Just give God a mustard seed amount of pure, true, genuine, authentic, sure, understood, accepted, acknowledged conviction. God should be a fact. God is saying "know my truth fully" and whatever you seek you shall find; all wants will be satisfIEd. But you have to be doubtless!! You must do what it takes to convince yourself that there is no alternative but to belIEve. Then you might get your mustard seed.
I was very close with someone who attended church, sent scripture through emails and always answered "blessed" when asked how she was doing. Yet she is the most troubled spirit I have ever encountered. There is an uneasiness in her that has been unsettling for the duration of our acquaintance. She would probably argue me to death but I can guarantee she doesn't belIEve. Maybe she does not know how to get to her truth, maybe shes comfortable with just going through the motions, but I have no doubts that she has not let go and let God. I KNOW it is not possible to let small demons affect you when you have been granted the power and authority to defeat them. Whats an ant to a soldIEr? Cmon now! One can not be stressed if you KNOW that its going to be ok. Can you? NO! Jeezus, most of this is logic! How can you fear something that you KNOW can not hurt you? Oh, because you are not CERTAIN.
Those who know me know Im not churchy or biblical. Ive dismissed those feelings of absence as I sought my truth. I went the long way to God. I grew up in church. Choir, bible study, the whole shabang, dont test my trivia homIE! Then I began reading books on philosophy, history, the brain/mind, metaphysics, paranormal abilitIEs, spirituality, and death and began having doubts. Somethings did not connect within my frame and vIEw on common sense. I continued to read and expose myself to various influences seeking to gain perspective while avoiding sermons. I found my God. He already knew me, though. He knew that I would come find out what His purpose is for me. So I have attended church for the past four weeks. And Ive submitted and can say I actually KNOW that God is working. No, hes not pulling strings. He wove the universe's tapestry a long time ago and gave us the choice to be happy in this perfect chaos or a loose thread not included in the masterpIEce.
It slightly saddens me when "belIEvers" are negative, pessimistic, burdened, and feeling defeated. It lets me see and those demons see that their faith is weak; their CERTAINTY has faltered. Something is not working. What instructions are you reading? Where did you stray in the recipe? I got my peace. Why do I feel this amazing? We know its not because Im luckIEr or in a better position in life. Haha, I wish!! I KNOW Im favored because Ive received the confirmation. I got the results if you need to see the proof. Life throws curveballs and we will all experIEnce pebbles and boulders on our path but we can not allow a circumstance to dictate what we KNOW. Obey the plan, become convinced. God is worth your certainty.
I can tell yall dont belIEve. O ye of little faith. Smh. Theres a visible difference between confessing one's faith and the ascertion of one's true belIEfs. And that is because faith in the divine sense is rooted in CERTAINTY. And once you're certain of something it is damn near impossible to live in contrary of that truth....to me. A truth is, fire is hot. I live my life in fear (respect and reverence) of that heat because I KNOW what the penalty is when I dont. If you TRULY belIEve in God's laws, why is it so hard for you to live within those parameters? I bet you dont test the law of gravity daily, do you. Thought not. Smh.
Now, scripture tells us we shall only have the faith of a mustard seed to move a mountain. A mustard seed is tiny, very tiny. That lets us know that faith (remember this means CERTAINTY) is not the easIEst thing to obtain. It is a difficult thing to belIEve for real for real. It is not required that you have a mountain of hope, which is what most people's faith reeeally is. Just give God a mustard seed amount of pure, true, genuine, authentic, sure, understood, accepted, acknowledged conviction. God should be a fact. God is saying "know my truth fully" and whatever you seek you shall find; all wants will be satisfIEd. But you have to be doubtless!! You must do what it takes to convince yourself that there is no alternative but to belIEve. Then you might get your mustard seed.
I was very close with someone who attended church, sent scripture through emails and always answered "blessed" when asked how she was doing. Yet she is the most troubled spirit I have ever encountered. There is an uneasiness in her that has been unsettling for the duration of our acquaintance. She would probably argue me to death but I can guarantee she doesn't belIEve. Maybe she does not know how to get to her truth, maybe shes comfortable with just going through the motions, but I have no doubts that she has not let go and let God. I KNOW it is not possible to let small demons affect you when you have been granted the power and authority to defeat them. Whats an ant to a soldIEr? Cmon now! One can not be stressed if you KNOW that its going to be ok. Can you? NO! Jeezus, most of this is logic! How can you fear something that you KNOW can not hurt you? Oh, because you are not CERTAIN.
Those who know me know Im not churchy or biblical. Ive dismissed those feelings of absence as I sought my truth. I went the long way to God. I grew up in church. Choir, bible study, the whole shabang, dont test my trivia homIE! Then I began reading books on philosophy, history, the brain/mind, metaphysics, paranormal abilitIEs, spirituality, and death and began having doubts. Somethings did not connect within my frame and vIEw on common sense. I continued to read and expose myself to various influences seeking to gain perspective while avoiding sermons. I found my God. He already knew me, though. He knew that I would come find out what His purpose is for me. So I have attended church for the past four weeks. And Ive submitted and can say I actually KNOW that God is working. No, hes not pulling strings. He wove the universe's tapestry a long time ago and gave us the choice to be happy in this perfect chaos or a loose thread not included in the masterpIEce.
It slightly saddens me when "belIEvers" are negative, pessimistic, burdened, and feeling defeated. It lets me see and those demons see that their faith is weak; their CERTAINTY has faltered. Something is not working. What instructions are you reading? Where did you stray in the recipe? I got my peace. Why do I feel this amazing? We know its not because Im luckIEr or in a better position in life. Haha, I wish!! I KNOW Im favored because Ive received the confirmation. I got the results if you need to see the proof. Life throws curveballs and we will all experIEnce pebbles and boulders on our path but we can not allow a circumstance to dictate what we KNOW. Obey the plan, become convinced. God is worth your certainty.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Poor Him
She makes him want to write a poem. Poor him.
Wants to take a shot of love with noone to pour em.
So many words to say but not enough forum.
If she reads it once, thats enough for him.
Can a Monster reeeally change his decorum?
Or will he be alone until he sees postmortem?
She makes him want to write a poem. Po' him.
The old him sees the new him- doesn't know him.
Fate will have her stripping down to show him- HER.
So he's not lookin for a towel he can throw in.
The line he dares to tread is getting so thin
and it leads to a mindset in stone that wont bend...
Wants to take a shot of love with noone to pour em.
So many words to say but not enough forum.
If she reads it once, thats enough for him.
Can a Monster reeeally change his decorum?
Or will he be alone until he sees postmortem?
She makes him want to write a poem. Po' him.
The old him sees the new him- doesn't know him.
Fate will have her stripping down to show him- HER.
So he's not lookin for a towel he can throw in.
The line he dares to tread is getting so thin
and it leads to a mindset in stone that wont bend...
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Crack Baby's Dream
Every dream is like the day of a fIEnd.
When you see 'im he sways and he leans,
thinkin' of ways he can scheme
and in the same scene prays to be clean.
Wishin' he could play as a teen;
drop into school and play on a team
but he's raised to be mean.
Erased as a man.
Genetics landed him the face of his dad
not the face of a man.
He's chasing the man
with the base in his hand.
Heart pounding like the bass in a band.
He waits in the stands, the place for the fans.
He's the fan base. He stays for a damn taste
that he can't taste.
He's on track but he can't race.
Stands in place to feel pain like canned mace.
And canned milk is like canned piss.
And the dampness of his pants pissed
is nothing 'cause that high is a can't miss.
And he rides it... no ramp miss.
Lands it but still blacks out like a lamp twist.
No brother's hug or aunt kiss.
Just the love of drugs
and less love than an ant kiss.
When you see 'im he sways and he leans,
thinkin' of ways he can scheme
and in the same scene prays to be clean.
Wishin' he could play as a teen;
drop into school and play on a team
but he's raised to be mean.
Erased as a man.
Genetics landed him the face of his dad
not the face of a man.
He's chasing the man
with the base in his hand.
Heart pounding like the bass in a band.
He waits in the stands, the place for the fans.
He's the fan base. He stays for a damn taste
that he can't taste.
He's on track but he can't race.
Stands in place to feel pain like canned mace.
And canned milk is like canned piss.
And the dampness of his pants pissed
is nothing 'cause that high is a can't miss.
And he rides it... no ramp miss.
Lands it but still blacks out like a lamp twist.
No brother's hug or aunt kiss.
Just the love of drugs
and less love than an ant kiss.
You Are Beautiful
Look up.
Smile at yourself the way you smile at me.
Did you melt? I do.
In my eyes there are no flaws,
just traits to go behind "perfect".
If I were your ego I'd multipy.
I'd let the entire world know I love myself.
Pretty lady, pursed lips.
Stunning sister, sweet smell.
You are for me. All and none.
Im sorry for them, Im sorry for him.
Can I make it up to you?
We have forever and I have plenty of ideas.
Look up.
That is exactly where you are headed.
Limits can not hold you
and "can't" is disappearing behind you.
Release yourself from those chains
and be beautiful.
Smile at yourself the way you smile at me.
Did you melt? I do.
In my eyes there are no flaws,
just traits to go behind "perfect".
If I were your ego I'd multipy.
I'd let the entire world know I love myself.
Pretty lady, pursed lips.
Stunning sister, sweet smell.
You are for me. All and none.
Im sorry for them, Im sorry for him.
Can I make it up to you?
We have forever and I have plenty of ideas.
Look up.
That is exactly where you are headed.
Limits can not hold you
and "can't" is disappearing behind you.
Release yourself from those chains
and be beautiful.
Fight For Me
No rectangle
of stars and stripes
will warrant the bruises
and scars from fights.
I'd rather be beat up
in a bar by dykes,
or walk with no shoes
hella far at night.
So the Navy will choose
to recruit you next.
A new face in the masses
of true blue vets.
And maybe they'll persuade me
to shoot through chests.
Lady Liberty's crazy and made me
fly over the cuckoo's nest.
But I won't land
in a foreign and scary land.
I'd rather have no hands
than be a military man.
I'd rather be a flamin,
merry fag and marry man.
The president is banned;
I'm taking a wary stand.
I'll be a real live "King"
better than Larry can.
See if you can sit through
sixty minutes of truth.
Flags at half-mast,
sixty men to salute.
Sixty women to boot?
Naw, that ain't fair.
Everyone can dIE for Me,
shit, I don't care!
of stars and stripes
will warrant the bruises
and scars from fights.
I'd rather be beat up
in a bar by dykes,
or walk with no shoes
hella far at night.
So the Navy will choose
to recruit you next.
A new face in the masses
of true blue vets.
And maybe they'll persuade me
to shoot through chests.
Lady Liberty's crazy and made me
fly over the cuckoo's nest.
But I won't land
in a foreign and scary land.
I'd rather have no hands
than be a military man.
I'd rather be a flamin,
merry fag and marry man.
The president is banned;
I'm taking a wary stand.
I'll be a real live "King"
better than Larry can.
See if you can sit through
sixty minutes of truth.
Flags at half-mast,
sixty men to salute.
Sixty women to boot?
Naw, that ain't fair.
Everyone can dIE for Me,
shit, I don't care!
I Decided to Pray
Last night I decided to pray
because I had a hell of a day.
I prayed for my closest
of family and frIEnds.
And the continuous focus
on these means to an end.
I prayed for my heart and the hole in it.
I prayed for my body and the soul in it.
I drowned my stresses by drinking harder.
But I was a mess and began sinking farther.
I prayed because I lIEd and cheated.
I need it because my life's defeated.
I seek the forgiveness and inner peace
to sit with God, and eat a dinner feast
with a thIEf's hands and sinner's teeth.
I prayed because prayer works.
I prayed because I should have prayed first.
because I had a hell of a day.
I prayed for my closest
of family and frIEnds.
And the continuous focus
on these means to an end.
I prayed for my heart and the hole in it.
I prayed for my body and the soul in it.
I drowned my stresses by drinking harder.
But I was a mess and began sinking farther.
I prayed because I lIEd and cheated.
I need it because my life's defeated.
I seek the forgiveness and inner peace
to sit with God, and eat a dinner feast
with a thIEf's hands and sinner's teeth.
I prayed because prayer works.
I prayed because I should have prayed first.
Unreal Wish
I find myself with you
when Im lost in my thoughts.
And more often than not,
we're laughing.
While still moments are passing
and the time for this day dream to be over
comes closer and closer.
I wish it had never start.
There'd be no pain if we ever part.
Yet love can have no better start;
when our paths intersect
at heaven's heart and sinner's sex.
Embraced in winter and it's the best!
Like number one.
Intense 'til summer's done,
then I fall into my kneel.
It feels so real though it's surreal.
How can the present deal such a miscue?
Me being alone, wishing I could kiss you.
when Im lost in my thoughts.
And more often than not,
we're laughing.
While still moments are passing
and the time for this day dream to be over
comes closer and closer.
I wish it had never start.
There'd be no pain if we ever part.
Yet love can have no better start;
when our paths intersect
at heaven's heart and sinner's sex.
Embraced in winter and it's the best!
Like number one.
Intense 'til summer's done,
then I fall into my kneel.
It feels so real though it's surreal.
How can the present deal such a miscue?
Me being alone, wishing I could kiss you.
Overrated Up
A hint of bright makes my eyes squint
and looking up leaves my neck pinched.
So I inch along the ground like an ant town.
Not a damn sound can summon my gaze from down.
Whats up?! Not as much.
Just sky, not a touch.
I've been there the crazy way;
gaspingly high you could maybe say.
Being below is better. By ladIEs' legs!
A cool splash in a wavy wade.
Kneel where the babies play
on grass carpet where I may lay on a lazy day.
I see up when I'm sprawling out, too.
The wind carries the loud tunes;
the sun beams as a proud muse.
But I get motion sick watching the clouds move.
and looking up leaves my neck pinched.
So I inch along the ground like an ant town.
Not a damn sound can summon my gaze from down.
Whats up?! Not as much.
Just sky, not a touch.
I've been there the crazy way;
gaspingly high you could maybe say.
Being below is better. By ladIEs' legs!
A cool splash in a wavy wade.
Kneel where the babies play
on grass carpet where I may lay on a lazy day.
I see up when I'm sprawling out, too.
The wind carries the loud tunes;
the sun beams as a proud muse.
But I get motion sick watching the clouds move.
Deeply Shallow
I rap about I
like the lid wraps around the eye.
Each line is wrote on truth
paper wrapped around a lie;
so when it's lit,
a hit is like a lap around the sky.
This black without the I
E
is like math without the pi.
Incomplete, take a seat,
the first act'll make you cry.
My pen is hot as an oven
and Im back to bakin' pies.
It's easy as cake!
Take a plate to the buffet,
Im the greasIEst steak.
There's deepness and pirhanas
beneath the leaves on the lake.
You will drown and get ate
if you bleed when you break.
We watch the pure thoughts
like the bereaved at a wake.
I will breathe you awake.
Why keep receiving the fake?
The verse won't lead you astray
if you belIEve in the great.
I will flood you with knowledge
just drink.
Just think.
like the lid wraps around the eye.
Each line is wrote on truth
paper wrapped around a lie;
so when it's lit,
a hit is like a lap around the sky.
This black without the I
E
is like math without the pi.
Incomplete, take a seat,
the first act'll make you cry.
My pen is hot as an oven
and Im back to bakin' pies.
It's easy as cake!
Take a plate to the buffet,
Im the greasIEst steak.
There's deepness and pirhanas
beneath the leaves on the lake.
You will drown and get ate
if you bleed when you break.
We watch the pure thoughts
like the bereaved at a wake.
I will breathe you awake.
Why keep receiving the fake?
The verse won't lead you astray
if you belIEve in the great.
I will flood you with knowledge
just drink.
Just think.
Flowers and Gold
I had a gold coin, unplated and pure;
admired by each eye that held it.
My greed for the treasures had faded for sure
for it made me whole when I felt it.
I spit shined and polished it everyday
to make sure that there were not smudges.
But when it was stored and out of the way
the stains returned as if with grudges.
In the Garden of Eden, I cut a stem
of the thornIEst bud in the shrub.
Removed from the brIEr, oh what a gem!
The petals spread with a light rub.
I savored the fragrance of the bouquet
it entangled my heart like a vine.
If the leaves get tattered or fray
the bloom of the gods are still mine.
Gold loses value, flowers will wither
and spring will eventually fall.
Its certain to know not only snakes slither,
for even a begging man crawls.
A great horde of suitors will search for the chest
and princes will tend to the lawn.
The one that she will be devoted to next,
wont know beauty until it is gone.
admired by each eye that held it.
My greed for the treasures had faded for sure
for it made me whole when I felt it.
I spit shined and polished it everyday
to make sure that there were not smudges.
But when it was stored and out of the way
the stains returned as if with grudges.
In the Garden of Eden, I cut a stem
of the thornIEst bud in the shrub.
Removed from the brIEr, oh what a gem!
The petals spread with a light rub.
I savored the fragrance of the bouquet
it entangled my heart like a vine.
If the leaves get tattered or fray
the bloom of the gods are still mine.
Gold loses value, flowers will wither
and spring will eventually fall.
Its certain to know not only snakes slither,
for even a begging man crawls.
A great horde of suitors will search for the chest
and princes will tend to the lawn.
The one that she will be devoted to next,
wont know beauty until it is gone.
I Will
I will! I promise I will
take back every thought that made me say
what I meant, but should not have said.
I will only feed her truth juice and honest bread.
I will search for her until seconds feel like hours
and every memory and fantasy has been scoured;
dragging my fatigued feet eroding into ankles from the friction.
Crawling until I'm only knees, elbows, and conviction!
And hell knows I would sell my independent mind
to present her with my body and soul.
I will forty-niner mine a minefield to find my gold.
I will write the poem Romeo dIEd thinking of
and the poisonous hymn Juliet hummed as she was drinking.
I will recede into silence and wait suspensefully
for her to miss me.
Because I will not love her... eventually.
take back every thought that made me say
what I meant, but should not have said.
I will only feed her truth juice and honest bread.
I will search for her until seconds feel like hours
and every memory and fantasy has been scoured;
dragging my fatigued feet eroding into ankles from the friction.
Crawling until I'm only knees, elbows, and conviction!
And hell knows I would sell my independent mind
to present her with my body and soul.
I will forty-niner mine a minefield to find my gold.
I will write the poem Romeo dIEd thinking of
and the poisonous hymn Juliet hummed as she was drinking.
I will recede into silence and wait suspensefully
for her to miss me.
Because I will not love her... eventually.
I Cried
I crIEd this evening
because I fear my next release
will be a murderous outpour of self pity.
Strained whimpers and muffled sobs
behind the bathroom door.
I drowned in the flooded mirror,
submerged in desolation.
Suicidal urges are rinsed away
by my subconscious olive branch;
I promise to be better.
Recessed anger and resentment
are ravaged during this hurricane of revelation.
Hope floods my droughted heart
and the windows dry.
Until tomorrow.
because I fear my next release
will be a murderous outpour of self pity.
Strained whimpers and muffled sobs
behind the bathroom door.
I drowned in the flooded mirror,
submerged in desolation.
Suicidal urges are rinsed away
by my subconscious olive branch;
I promise to be better.
Recessed anger and resentment
are ravaged during this hurricane of revelation.
Hope floods my droughted heart
and the windows dry.
Until tomorrow.
Which Way?
If He's perfect then show
me my purpose, I'll go!
I feel worthless in the
middle of this circle of roads.
Each step on a path
is like a mile away
from the opposite choice,
I choose to smile today.
A frown is on the polar point of this spectrum
the struggles are necessary, everyday I expect them.
me my purpose, I'll go!
I feel worthless in the
middle of this circle of roads.
Each step on a path
is like a mile away
from the opposite choice,
I choose to smile today.
A frown is on the polar point of this spectrum
the struggles are necessary, everyday I expect them.
Taste More Than the Surface
"I wanna taste you,"
she said.
Volunteering to lustfully consume
my hetero drive with the
expertise of the eldest professional.
She loathes her motivation for acceptance
and aspires to someday be looked
upon with reverence.
It will never happen.
The ability to satisfy my most basic
urge is undemanding and instinctual.
I require more than physical pleasure
and superficial ego-stroking.
Where is the challenge?
The task of tackling sexual conquests
has become mundane.
Your Everest is my anthill.
She should be confident that I will remain
a steadfast suitor through an eternity of celibacy,
because her soul satiates my intimacy
needs beyond intercourse.
I demand that, at least.
Push me woman! Thrust me
into maturity with the ultimatum
of loneliness and lamentation.
I want to be cocooned of my natural
self and evolve into a man,
vital to your true happiness.
she said.
Volunteering to lustfully consume
my hetero drive with the
expertise of the eldest professional.
She loathes her motivation for acceptance
and aspires to someday be looked
upon with reverence.
It will never happen.
The ability to satisfy my most basic
urge is undemanding and instinctual.
I require more than physical pleasure
and superficial ego-stroking.
Where is the challenge?
The task of tackling sexual conquests
has become mundane.
Your Everest is my anthill.
She should be confident that I will remain
a steadfast suitor through an eternity of celibacy,
because her soul satiates my intimacy
needs beyond intercourse.
I demand that, at least.
Push me woman! Thrust me
into maturity with the ultimatum
of loneliness and lamentation.
I want to be cocooned of my natural
self and evolve into a man,
vital to your true happiness.
Ink of Gold
How bold a phrase- the shrink has told
me that I'm crazy but I think I'm whole.
Felt the kiss of the devil's lips, pink and cold.
No tears. No woman's gonna drink my soul.
Again. So I pen insanity with my ink of gold
to bring your mind out of that stinking hole.
No more living like a snake or a peeking mole.
Chained by America but the links won't hold.
Skate through life with love 'cause the rink is cold.
If they are telling the truth, why do they blink in codes?!
Bold face in your face, they wink through polls.
Im at the end of my wits, they're on the brink of goals.
me that I'm crazy but I think I'm whole.
Felt the kiss of the devil's lips, pink and cold.
No tears. No woman's gonna drink my soul.
Again. So I pen insanity with my ink of gold
to bring your mind out of that stinking hole.
No more living like a snake or a peeking mole.
Chained by America but the links won't hold.
Skate through life with love 'cause the rink is cold.
If they are telling the truth, why do they blink in codes?!
Bold face in your face, they wink through polls.
Im at the end of my wits, they're on the brink of goals.
Triple Threat
Dance little girl,
dance in front of the TV and behind progression.
Dance above your building blocks and below the literacy rate.
Waltz through life until you slow dance with death.
Sing little girl,
sing praises for his materials and not his substance.
Sing another heartbreaking ballad of lacked judgment.
Belt the blues and wail your tale of love's misfortunes.
Act little girl,
act like you are marginally worth what you deserve.
Act beautifully complicated as a perfect mystery.
Step into the role of necessity and break the leg of
exploitive convenIEnce.
Dance on the glass ceiling.
Sing to the heavens.
Act like a woman.
dance in front of the TV and behind progression.
Dance above your building blocks and below the literacy rate.
Waltz through life until you slow dance with death.
Sing little girl,
sing praises for his materials and not his substance.
Sing another heartbreaking ballad of lacked judgment.
Belt the blues and wail your tale of love's misfortunes.
Act little girl,
act like you are marginally worth what you deserve.
Act beautifully complicated as a perfect mystery.
Step into the role of necessity and break the leg of
exploitive convenIEnce.
Dance on the glass ceiling.
Sing to the heavens.
Act like a woman.
Marshmallowest Man in the World
I still have the first marshmallow my grandfather gave me.
It fascinated me and I started saving them in safety.
I learned how to turn marshmallows into more marshmallows.
I studIEd how to earn marshmallows.
At summer camp, I would never burn marshmallows.
I quIEtly accrued marshmallows and used them for shelter and food.
With a million marshmallows I was never abused
and people were less rude to me.
I have had my share of marshmallow-hungry women
who trIEd to dig for my marshmallows from the beginnin';
especially once I had enough marshmallows to swim in.
To ninety-nine percent of the population, marshmallows are a rarity
so I donate a few handfuls of marshmallows to charity.
I am hardly affected by the marshmallowy disparity,
even though people lIE for and steal marshmallows.
UnbelIEvably, people scheme to kill for marshmallows!
It has no real value, it is only still a marshmallow.
Just to say I have marshmallows makes me happy,
though a marshmallow does not provide me happiness, exactly.
I could pile my marshmallows into a marshmallow isle
since I have marshmallows for miles.
They tell me it is immoral but I am in denial...
like my sixty billion marshmallows could put the AIDS cure in a buyable vial.
Those notions are wild!
It take more than marshmallows to feed every famished child.
My children want me to divide my marshmallows when I dIE.
Why?! These are MY marshmallows.
It fascinated me and I started saving them in safety.
I learned how to turn marshmallows into more marshmallows.
I studIEd how to earn marshmallows.
At summer camp, I would never burn marshmallows.
I quIEtly accrued marshmallows and used them for shelter and food.
With a million marshmallows I was never abused
and people were less rude to me.
I have had my share of marshmallow-hungry women
who trIEd to dig for my marshmallows from the beginnin';
especially once I had enough marshmallows to swim in.
To ninety-nine percent of the population, marshmallows are a rarity
so I donate a few handfuls of marshmallows to charity.
I am hardly affected by the marshmallowy disparity,
even though people lIE for and steal marshmallows.
UnbelIEvably, people scheme to kill for marshmallows!
It has no real value, it is only still a marshmallow.
Just to say I have marshmallows makes me happy,
though a marshmallow does not provide me happiness, exactly.
I could pile my marshmallows into a marshmallow isle
since I have marshmallows for miles.
They tell me it is immoral but I am in denial...
like my sixty billion marshmallows could put the AIDS cure in a buyable vial.
Those notions are wild!
It take more than marshmallows to feed every famished child.
My children want me to divide my marshmallows when I dIE.
Why?! These are MY marshmallows.
Lonely Times
It's only weak weekends
and solid solitude,
hollow holidays
living in an interlude.
Blind introduced
to first date intervIEws.
Just the same run through
of movIE and dinner moves.
I'm not going to lay
in the bed the sinners choose,
or taste the same fat
the repenter chews.
Tender-hearted and sore,
my love has been abused,
and my soul has been walked on
like a pair of tennis shoes.
Cuddleless in the cold-
it is the winter blues.
Im dying to pin her down,
and enter her inner tubes.
Every tender memory
exudes a mini muse.
Unprovoked attitudes...
I remember moods,
so if I have her,
I still would know that even winners lose.
and solid solitude,
hollow holidays
living in an interlude.
Blind introduced
to first date intervIEws.
Just the same run through
of movIE and dinner moves.
I'm not going to lay
in the bed the sinners choose,
or taste the same fat
the repenter chews.
Tender-hearted and sore,
my love has been abused,
and my soul has been walked on
like a pair of tennis shoes.
Cuddleless in the cold-
it is the winter blues.
Im dying to pin her down,
and enter her inner tubes.
Every tender memory
exudes a mini muse.
Unprovoked attitudes...
I remember moods,
so if I have her,
I still would know that even winners lose.
Unawake
Stare at the mess.
Straight at America's chest
and see that we've progressed
barely a step
with no access to where the next
stairway is kept.
We're snared in the net
while Big Brother doesn't get checked
and he's buried in debt.
Telling us fairy tales like they're
there to protect.
Terror and jets
can spoil milk and honey- wait for
the dairy to set.
Unapologetic politicians that don't
share the regret
or share the respect.
You will never see our cares intersect;
just go to any two corners and ask
a pair of our vets.
How dare we forget
that this country has always
been very inept
With a convoluted constitution,
can't we tear it up yet?
Will you dare to reject
and put your life on the line
to vary the bet
before you feel how tight the noose is
bare on your neck?
Or put a flame to the torch that
we've been carrying wet?
Or strip away the labeled clothes
that they wear in the sect?
Unawake but aware to elect
a safer pair to abet
in a conspiracy already set that is
as scary as death.
Spare me.
I can recognize a marionette.
Straight at America's chest
and see that we've progressed
barely a step
with no access to where the next
stairway is kept.
We're snared in the net
while Big Brother doesn't get checked
and he's buried in debt.
Telling us fairy tales like they're
there to protect.
Terror and jets
can spoil milk and honey- wait for
the dairy to set.
Unapologetic politicians that don't
share the regret
or share the respect.
You will never see our cares intersect;
just go to any two corners and ask
a pair of our vets.
How dare we forget
that this country has always
been very inept
With a convoluted constitution,
can't we tear it up yet?
Will you dare to reject
and put your life on the line
to vary the bet
before you feel how tight the noose is
bare on your neck?
Or put a flame to the torch that
we've been carrying wet?
Or strip away the labeled clothes
that they wear in the sect?
Unawake but aware to elect
a safer pair to abet
in a conspiracy already set that is
as scary as death.
Spare me.
I can recognize a marionette.
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