…518

Dancing in the middle of the street
…with a song on repeat
Rhythmic movement tripping over my own feet
I escape…

The sounds of the cars don’t pollute my mind
In fact at this moment in time
I’m free

Arms spread wide spinning in circles with my eyes closed
Seeing things unseen I conquered the theory of time fold
My souls old

“It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
and ceases to be a mere sequence…”
Or a trance, non happenstance…
So im in the present partnered
with dance

…518

Cracked Crayola

Cracked Crayola

Broken Crayons and blank canvases
formula for the colors
yet I don’t know what the answer is

Masterpieces from disasters, no sharpener on the box
using the brown backend to outline the jagged rocks

Lightly shading clouds with the unraveled paper of blue
dreaming of being with the picture cuz it’s a better view

Bright sun rays set a blaze for a scene that looks mellow
outlined my shine with dull reds crumbled yellows

Envisioned with smiles though it looks sharp and mean
all my blades of grass are the same color green

And the recked rec center field appears to be Wales mountain Blorenge
so I sketch it on out with my half pieces of orange

There’s people all around staring at what I’m wearing
while trying to discover…
…My suit it’s purple got it at Shoppers World with my mother
with my black penny loafer they were hand me downs from my brother

Broken Crayons and blank canvases
formula for the colors
yet I don’t know what the answer is

I draw what I see and it’s never what it appears
there has to be more than 7mile
man I gotta get outta here

Couldn’t complain that my hand wasn’t the same
it was awkward like being 10 times the size of your nickname
Let them have their 24
you take that 8
with the right frame of mind your image will still be great

Lifes ups and downs all comes with the mixture
take whatever colors you have and make the perfect picture

Cracked Crayola

67 Days in Alaska (Psalm 30:5)

read my devotional today
it said the sun was on the way
weeping may endure for a night
but everything will be ok

so young boy just hold on tight
the darkness cant survive the light
just cuz they’re wrong don’t mean you’re right
life’s a battle you have to fight

…but why,
your purpose of life is not to die
fulfilling your destiny is life’s mystery why lie
while mingling through the millennium you’ve missed your chance to fly
ith every breath of forgiveness in your lungs He’s begging you to try…just try

do all that you can and with everything you can you do
so empty out your spirit and God will do the rest for you
timeliness is God’s decide so your patience must be trust
for if your seed was over anxious for the harvest would you ever enjoy the fruit

Yes the time seems endless and you were once seen fearless
I need you to hear this…

plant your feet firm in the wild
…don’t you run child

it’s been dim for a while
can’t see the shine for some miles

but the rays will arise
bright as bold look alive

if you’re resting in your demise
read Psalm 30:5

Kent the Man

Kent the Man (part 1)

It bothers me illogically
that I was born to be
more than they provided me

For aeons I wrapped circles of intellectual energy around you pions
I’ve taken more intercepted ignorance back to the corner than Deion
My powers shine brighter than any color of neon,
But I’m dark and that’s something you can’t see beyond

So I’m conflicted emerge or be submerged
I can either Take shit or TAKE SHIT
stand or sit
Win or quit

To know what you know
But deny that it exist
Is equivalent to a gift and not being able to deliver it

…what a wasted purchase

Gifted yet denied
sheltered till I cried
abused to the point I’ve questioned God why?

See I didn’t ask for this…
Having to hide my identity because of the risk
But if I standout you black ball me you know place me on that list

Growing up abnormal but wanting to do what other kids did
Forgetting the strength of the talents I’ve hid
While rejecting I was super
I did my very best to just fit in
And they all loved Kent the Man…

To be continued…

Hope you guys catch the reference if not maybe the 2nd piece will help!

Twittertry

All sonnnets of this piece are replaced by tweets from the character “the dope chick” based off my series “The Story”

Please read the part 1 of “The Story” titled “Warriors Luck”
Then part 2 titles “The Note”

Starring- The Dope Chick and I guess you can say her twitter

Twittertry (Twitter +Poetry)

the_dope_chick “found a note in my bag 2day & I hope ur payin attn, I made my decision bcuz u didn’t listen ur lack of persistence =me missin

The_dope_chick “Ooooo niggas be trippin, he better get up out my mentions, his intentions is impossible cruise along from this mission”

The_dope_chick “i mean I ain’t tryin to be all in my feelings, but he makes me sick giving all the right symptoms, but he not the cool kid-
The_dope_chick “so he can keep wishing

The_dope_chick “this heart is unforgivin & willin or not willin my decision needs no fixing so 4 him happiness is forbidden& im unforgiven”

The_dope_chick “my laws & culture just isn’t torture it makes me a vulture& u are my prey and I’d pray 4 u but I lay with him so I ask Him-
The_dope_chick “to protect them…I sinned”

The_dope_chick “but maybe we can be friends no secrets visits can be frequent but I wont apologize if your heart gets weakened”

The_dope_chick “cuz I chose for now & now is all I have if I surpass my present 2 b broken dont forget bout me or laugh,say hello..all I ask

The_dope_chick “ur poetry is pleasin but ur not here for this season to fault me for non believin is an unfair reason accusing me w/treason

The_dope_chick “U r a hope filled beacon for a lost soul demon while my boat sinkin your arm’s reaching, but I go under with one last wave”

The_dope_chick “curtains closin I applaud @ur praise,4 u stood strong as a warrior u r brave but sorry @uncoolkid @The_dope_chick cant b saved

Partner In Crime

Sorry this isn’t the last piece to “The Story” the poem came to me out of blue… Enjoy comment email me tell a friend to tell a friend or something ….

Hello can you talk for a minute my souk wants to speak to you it’s important that you listen

Your beautifully oblivious it allows your brain to connect to your heart
I don’t have that, you’ll love life a way I can never grasp,
it allows you to feel things that I never have or or or…never will
my focus is set while you ride waves of breathing enjoying the thrill
But lucky for me your life is like the limitless pill…
Instilling in me a will for nothing less then victory
let you plant your flag in my life leave a note that you are here and stay right here…hear?

Security in my arms so I keep you from the harm
from things that may seem to do you wrong I intervene
In exchange for your serenity
pieces of your whole being bringing peace to me
peacefully your heart beat sings to me ever so gently
improv romance holding hands for a dance
off beat two left feet these feelings don’t need no rhythm
Non believers attack us with their poisonous venom
Impromptus I love yous to defend them
glad that I’m on your team and we’re winning.

Forever for always to the last of my days thankful for my blessings as I pray
You infected my bloodline joy spread throughout my frame
gave me a joy that could return to you my last name
Glad that nature took its time so I wrote you a poem that would blow your mind
signed sealed delivered your partner in crime

The Note

The Note

Setting: High School hallway

Cast: Poet (the uncool kid) & Crying Girl (The Dope Chick)

Plot: Poet slipped a note to The Dope Chick, The Dope Chick reads “The Note” on the way to her next class…

Dear “The Dope Chick”

Shooting stars and glowing moons can disappear if not cherished soon.
I walked around consumed of you now I hear your voice and the gloom comes through. See your face and my heart starts to sink my palms get sweaty and my legs get weak. But knowing the know hows know when’s left me with no wins. You’re only satisfied by your expectations set forth with no explanation. But I wasn’t born with the genetic mutation to read minds… Kind of feels like a waste of time…our time…this time

So I lost sight as fast as I lost time, you didn’t speak so the mute led the blind. Down twisted unchosen pathways of deception. All I have in my heart is a quarter bag of questions. A quarter juice deciding to just lose or let loose. I could never ask, moments we never had. But when i see you around school I’ll be happy that you glad. Pretend to care about your existence while simply existing in that instance, hoping you don’t mention…him.

Ms.Popular blessed to recover fast, skip hop jump to the next class. I’ll crawl limp mope feeling like trash. Go ahead laugh (I did). You’ll be where I am more then I am, but when you get here I’ll always be a friend. To tell you you’re beautiful and hold your hand…again & again. Write a poem or two for you, sing a tune or two for you, tell you lies like you deserve better, play a fool for two for you. The kid is uncool yes this is true, times two for you for you.

Sincerely
the uncool kid

Warriors Luck

Setting: High School literature class
Cast: Poet (the uncool kid), Audience classroom, Arch Enemy (The Cool Kid), Crying Girl (The Dope Chick)

Plot: Poet uses classroom and poem to display his pain from losing Dope Chick to The Cool Kid.

Warriors luck

“I have not a problem at all with riding in your village on horses with torches, destroying your entire existence
Not to mention raping your women and children, kneel or be killed,
Be consumed to your doom, lighted arrows fills rooms, steal the treasure that you keep while you sleep, make ashes into sand then rebuild on your land..why cuz we can.”

Screamed the young man to his class as he looked his arch enemy in the face. The rage illuminated his eyes witness the fire rise for he then realized he had lost his only prize.

” Fear not of those who chose not to conform for what you considered to be norm was too sickening to perform, I rebel against the spell that you delivered as oh well for your heart was like heaven but your action like hell.”

He fell, feeling like he failed the debate to be great left him with unfulfilled fate, living in a city where he’s the enemy of the state, there’s no country for him nor any of his kind so he bleeds from his pen to escape the prison of his mind the blood steadily writes every line, there’s no time to react or fix a mistake for the rules were given but the rules he couldn’t take

“yours laws and culture is nothing less than torture, I can’t be who I am not but be who I am can’t I be, but the blunt force trauma keeps convincing me of lies. As they draw their swords move forward, I accept my fate growing calmer no shield or no armor looking up with honor,baring the strength of my father. I will not give in I will not submit to your run of the mill generic bullshit”

He stood with a look of disgust projecting- if you wanted what I wanted you would have made us a must, there is no fight or a fuss the war within has come to an end, it’s funny how they can finish just as soon as they begin, why choose them but make me a friend
Why why choose them but make me a friend
He returned to the seat as she shed a tear the whole class cheered bravo but not a thing he could hear.
Took out a notepad ripped out a sheet attempted to write thoughts they were so incomplete
Hoping this could help them both cope as the bell rung he slipped her “The Note”

Stay tuned for the 2nd piece titled the “The Note”

#NoDrakeTho

Everything I tried to save you from you ran right into
That greener grass on the other side is that same grass you allergic too
But if you need me I’m right here in those roots of love you trampled through
(insert ridiculous Ah and hand wave)

So HYFR I’m no stranger to those YOLO nights
But when the lights go down and that bottle’s empty I just pick up my cell phone and start singing tipsy “I just hope you missed me a Lil when I’m gone… Gone gone gone”
(insert ridiculous Ah and hand wave)

Although I ain’t really went to far because we follow each other on twitter &
I double tap all yo instagram pictures
You Skype me when you think about it and I sip moscato and get a kick up out it
(insert ridiculous Ah and hand wave)

I’m at the W but I can’t meet you in the lobby
laughing at the niggas that only dated you as a hobby
now that biological clock ticking you fed up cuz your youth missing

And you’re wasted with your ladies I’m the reason that you faded
Told you one day I would make it now I’m something like the greatest
But take this round trip to HoustAtlantaVegas yea I hope that get lucky by a nigga who is famous…way to be all you can be
Just take a shot for me
(insert ridiculous Ah and hand wave)

You yea it’s you with your natural and your vintage clothes
but that life of yours in miserable
Tryn so hard to stand out that you fit in with the rest of them

Nothing different from this day to the next day but your comfortable for sure
You won’t admit it in the mirror but she’s telling you you’re not the real her
(insert ridiculous Ah and hand wave)

I get stuck in these trances(ah) I watch her as she dances (ah)
threw my 1s up in the air for her,Shes beautiful but immature
I’ve done this been here before…(ah)

She tells me her tall tales Pitching pennies in my wishing well (insert hand wave)
I’m thinking for one night woke up not feeling right
I swear I always fall for your type
(insert ridiculous Ah and hand wave)

No Marvin’s room while I find your love but at the end of the day you’re just the same ol song, fancy but you doing it wrong where the good girls go when them cameras on (only on camera)

#NoDrakeTho
Thank me later take care.

Savior To Save Her

Savior to Save Her
Hearts of shattered glass show reflection of no’s
Forced into yes’s
Innocence stolen torn dresses broken walls
Tears respond to unanswered calls
Hand reaches as signals of whispers screams
But you or me don’t answer… We weren’t there for her we chastised her
Complimented her sexy looks but never helped her with her books
Never opened a door nor pulled out a chair
We stared at her breast while we looked in her face
& now we judge her because she has a different taste
All in her Kool aid not knowing the flavor
Finger pointing judging her as the savior
But where the fuck were we when she needed some1 to save her
Now shes in college detached from her soul unknown to her body
Throwing her “stolen goods” at any & everybody
And we call her names unaware of her shame
Handicapped with no assistance and losing at the game…
Called life, while she begs for him to love her and she begs for him to love her
But they don’t so she gets another no one tends to bother I mean ever
Question the fathers whereabouts in this story her pain our glory
No…we continue label her tell her stories to our homies
“like u know that hoe named Toni, domed me up but she don’t know me”
Nigga u as guilty as her forced first matter of fact you made shit worst
As her esteem just sinks deeper not havin any self worth
She thinks back to that step dad who touched her since birth
Her shoulders hunched over, the world just got too heavy
Tears flood like New Orleans levy, tryin to exit life but not ready
Memories haunt her so shit just keeps getting real
Takes a gallon of water to drown away those sleeping pills
Think of every woman YOU killed
good night Irene she sings I’ll see you in my dreams