This poem will be shorter
than a midget reporter
Or a fast food order
when all u got is a quarter.
This poem will be whack
like the sound of a bat
or a soulja boi rap
on a scratched Cd track.
This poem didn't come from
any deep place inside me
just love sent from above
and I speak what he provides me.
This poem is off the dome
like loose hair in a comb.
Wit more hard shit than a stone
talkin shit on the phone.
This poem is so lazy
it doesn't go to rehearsal,
oh well...
cause it's packed wit more bars
than a AT&T commercial...
in jail.
And like I said
this poem will be short
like what keeps
you from seeing up skorts.
Like ESPN without sports...
I ain't got nothing to report...
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Jog Your Memory
I remember we was on a run.
Feet
pitter patting against the concrete.
Calf muscles responding
to the ground and
weight of ur body.
Full leg extension.
and did I mentioned
its not a race when ur jogging.
So there was no expectation
from the conversation.
Just running off at the mouth
while we're talking.
Then u began to pick up pace.
We made love
with no hamstrings attached.
So I had to tighten my shoelace
to get over the hill
that came next.
You wore the sole
out of my mate
after sweatin and breathing heavy.
Then said,
This marathon is a commitment.
Pointed the gun
and asked if I'm ready.
Asked if we could go steady like
your morning jog playlist.
Love Songs on repeat,
each reminding u of ur favorite
route to run.
When did we stop having fun?
Our relationship was in good shape.
but U switched playlist,
now I'm just running in place.
Regergetating your name
like a bad taste.
Or the Gatorade that I faced.
Seems like we lost sight of the finishline
your whip appeal is on a treadmill.
And my legs get weak for you.
Even though your jogging in the park still
feeding pigeons when u walk to chill
Meanwhile...
I'm resting on will
Like writing letters on my death bed.
Taking each breath in
like I've been blessed to get fresh wind.
I hope you win the race your running.
I'm going to replenish my energy,
My only hopes is that U'll remember me
any time I jog ur memory
Feet
pitter patting against the concrete.
Calf muscles responding
to the ground and
weight of ur body.
Full leg extension.
and did I mentioned
its not a race when ur jogging.
So there was no expectation
from the conversation.
Just running off at the mouth
while we're talking.
Then u began to pick up pace.
We made love
with no hamstrings attached.
So I had to tighten my shoelace
to get over the hill
that came next.
You wore the sole
out of my mate
after sweatin and breathing heavy.
Then said,
This marathon is a commitment.
Pointed the gun
and asked if I'm ready.
Asked if we could go steady like
your morning jog playlist.
Love Songs on repeat,
each reminding u of ur favorite
route to run.
When did we stop having fun?
Our relationship was in good shape.
but U switched playlist,
now I'm just running in place.
Regergetating your name
like a bad taste.
Or the Gatorade that I faced.
Seems like we lost sight of the finishline
your whip appeal is on a treadmill.
And my legs get weak for you.
Even though your jogging in the park still
feeding pigeons when u walk to chill
Meanwhile...
I'm resting on will
Like writing letters on my death bed.
Taking each breath in
like I've been blessed to get fresh wind.
I hope you win the race your running.
I'm going to replenish my energy,
My only hopes is that U'll remember me
any time I jog ur memory
1-11-11 (From Book 10)
I was created by manipulation
I was raise by denial.
I was taught to never frown cause people
gather around smiles.
I woke up to drive and ambition
and was put to sleep by arguments.
Trying to stay in a childs place eventhough
the conversation filled the apartment.
I was parted
between homes before I ever broke out in poems.
I was so used to kicking rocks
that I became a rolling stone.
Looking for flat surfaces
to plant me feet in like urchens.
Soul searching for a pupose
that my mother doesn't consider worthless.
How can they expect me to remain stable
with all this turbulance in my worriment.
In the sky I look fine
but my cabins filled with nervousness.
Coincence coming over the intercom
to provide passengers with encouragement
becasuse my tonuge can be used as a floatation device
if we ever meet a watery surface.
It is pertaint that you remain in your seats
on this train of thought.
The only admission is your attention.
tickets that your brain bought.
If I was to get caught is this particular situation
I would ask that u have patience
while we reach the next station
I was raise by denial.
I was taught to never frown cause people
gather around smiles.
I woke up to drive and ambition
and was put to sleep by arguments.
Trying to stay in a childs place eventhough
the conversation filled the apartment.
I was parted
between homes before I ever broke out in poems.
I was so used to kicking rocks
that I became a rolling stone.
Looking for flat surfaces
to plant me feet in like urchens.
Soul searching for a pupose
that my mother doesn't consider worthless.
How can they expect me to remain stable
with all this turbulance in my worriment.
In the sky I look fine
but my cabins filled with nervousness.
Coincence coming over the intercom
to provide passengers with encouragement
becasuse my tonuge can be used as a floatation device
if we ever meet a watery surface.
It is pertaint that you remain in your seats
on this train of thought.
The only admission is your attention.
tickets that your brain bought.
If I was to get caught is this particular situation
I would ask that u have patience
while we reach the next station
Just Writing
I'm stuck between a rock and a hard face
One rooted in the ground over years of stagnations.
the other painted with a frown from my unmoveable demonstration
of caring less.
This attitude has kept me from the greatest treasures,
protected me during the worst weather
and I wonder if this storm will ever clean up it's own mess.
I have yet to learn how to change course.
Have yet to harbor thoughts of divorce because this relationship
is at sea.
Water rocks our boat like catapults from the shore,
We were quick to get in the ship
even when are leg weren't sure.
And this vessel is battered and bruised.
We wrestle betweeen pirate ships or cruise.
In one I'm just looking for booty,
in the other kicking off my shoes.
And in the end we both lose.
But our bouncing benefatcor,
will add up the math
after,
we have parted, but our hearts will still be
lit up by the same laughter.
It's a long voyage ahead of us,
I can never look at where we've been.
Just trying to get to a destination,
where we can see each other as friends.
Just tryin to unbreak the heart that i once
used to mend.
And trying to shatter all the rules
that u insist I bend.
I don't want to say goodbye because we'll
just be saying hello.
You can't stand to see me fly,
and I can't stand to let you go.
I'm lost with out a compass of compassion.
No compromise, we're crashing into jagged rocks
formed by my mis-interupted actions.
Why are endings always the attraction...
One rooted in the ground over years of stagnations.
the other painted with a frown from my unmoveable demonstration
of caring less.
This attitude has kept me from the greatest treasures,
protected me during the worst weather
and I wonder if this storm will ever clean up it's own mess.
I have yet to learn how to change course.
Have yet to harbor thoughts of divorce because this relationship
is at sea.
Water rocks our boat like catapults from the shore,
We were quick to get in the ship
even when are leg weren't sure.
And this vessel is battered and bruised.
We wrestle betweeen pirate ships or cruise.
In one I'm just looking for booty,
in the other kicking off my shoes.
And in the end we both lose.
But our bouncing benefatcor,
will add up the math
after,
we have parted, but our hearts will still be
lit up by the same laughter.
It's a long voyage ahead of us,
I can never look at where we've been.
Just trying to get to a destination,
where we can see each other as friends.
Just tryin to unbreak the heart that i once
used to mend.
And trying to shatter all the rules
that u insist I bend.
I don't want to say goodbye because we'll
just be saying hello.
You can't stand to see me fly,
and I can't stand to let you go.
I'm lost with out a compass of compassion.
No compromise, we're crashing into jagged rocks
formed by my mis-interupted actions.
Why are endings always the attraction...
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
My Art
I'm really big on different types of artistic expression. One ofcourse being poetry, but (little to everyone elses knowledge) I also love photography. I made it a point to get a new camera this year. Especially with Zoë gracing the world with her presence, I had to make sure I had a device to caputre her every move.
I ended up getting a Kodak EasyShare z299. Not really sure what all the z299 stuff is, but this camera is the beeknees. Great on clarity and focus. It doesn't take mulitple fast action pics very quickly tho. It sucks because you want to take more than one shot but the camera loads like a computer. But other than that. I think the pictures came very good!
But yea. poetry and photography... I'm all about it.
I ended up getting a Kodak EasyShare z299. Not really sure what all the z299 stuff is, but this camera is the beeknees. Great on clarity and focus. It doesn't take mulitple fast action pics very quickly tho. It sucks because you want to take more than one shot but the camera loads like a computer. But other than that. I think the pictures came very good!
But yea. poetry and photography... I'm all about it.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
12 Days
It's 12 days until my birthday. I'll be turn 24 and I can't help but thank God for his blessings. There's so many places I could be right now. So many things i could be doing (not all positive.) but I'm here. I gotta job, (my own) apartment, people that love me, peers that respect me, a car, food on my table, money in my pocket and the most beautiful baby girl. Every birthday I look back at the past year and reflect. There's always a revelation on my bday. I sometimes feel like I've grown 3 yrs older while most age year by year. I know my responsibilities. I know what needs to be done to be successful in this life and I'm working on it. Everyday we strive to do better in some way. Even when I'm we're laying on our back, there'
s a point where we start to lean up a little bit, and that Finally Doing Better.
s a point where we start to lean up a little bit, and that Finally Doing Better.
Hear, See, and Speak
When it comes to me....
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see,
So many think they got the skinny, on this guy that used to be skinny,
Transparent to his parents, but partly cloudy to many,
All the stroms in my life have amounted to a somewhat sore mass,
But only meterological friends could predict this forecast,
A war path I was on,
YES!!!!
Born to be a spartan,
Made to kidnap minds, and have brains on milk cartons,
The game was played at a young age, So I started out startin,
A magician with words, some say my last name should be Barton,
And even though I was a New Man, my Arm was always Strong,
But just like an armstrong that was just where Lance belonged,
So when you see me...See no evil, for none shall be on my face,
It's a disgrace to have people look at me with such distaste,
Cause even though they can't savor my flavor,
I've been saved by the Savior,
So despite their childish behavior,
God is still in my favor,
So I don't ask for favors from, those who see evil,
And if you speak words that grow hate...Allow me to leave you,
See the hurtful ways of people , no longer have me hurt,
And if filth is what they blurt, then they can continue to eat dirt,
They eat fertilizers as appetizers, and composte as their toast,
Dumbed myself down and gave less, while others begged for the most,
So if you get close, don't forget you're still far,
Cause in my car things may appear to be closer than they are,
I speak no evil, such words are banned,
My mouth is washed out, so sweet speech is the only thing fanned,
Happiness that's complete is the only thing I've ever planned,
Sitting down when wrong, cause for right, is the only time I stand,
Sometimes I claim to be the man, but that's not set in cement,
There's evidence of my confidence, I am confident to admit,
Rumors come out the mouths of other people, but if it ever comes to me,
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see......
-2007
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see,
So many think they got the skinny, on this guy that used to be skinny,
Transparent to his parents, but partly cloudy to many,
All the stroms in my life have amounted to a somewhat sore mass,
But only meterological friends could predict this forecast,
A war path I was on,
YES!!!!
Born to be a spartan,
Made to kidnap minds, and have brains on milk cartons,
The game was played at a young age, So I started out startin,
A magician with words, some say my last name should be Barton,
And even though I was a New Man, my Arm was always Strong,
But just like an armstrong that was just where Lance belonged,
So when you see me...See no evil, for none shall be on my face,
It's a disgrace to have people look at me with such distaste,
Cause even though they can't savor my flavor,
I've been saved by the Savior,
So despite their childish behavior,
God is still in my favor,
So I don't ask for favors from, those who see evil,
And if you speak words that grow hate...Allow me to leave you,
See the hurtful ways of people , no longer have me hurt,
And if filth is what they blurt, then they can continue to eat dirt,
They eat fertilizers as appetizers, and composte as their toast,
Dumbed myself down and gave less, while others begged for the most,
So if you get close, don't forget you're still far,
Cause in my car things may appear to be closer than they are,
I speak no evil, such words are banned,
My mouth is washed out, so sweet speech is the only thing fanned,
Happiness that's complete is the only thing I've ever planned,
Sitting down when wrong, cause for right, is the only time I stand,
Sometimes I claim to be the man, but that's not set in cement,
There's evidence of my confidence, I am confident to admit,
Rumors come out the mouths of other people, but if it ever comes to me,
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see......
-2007
She Can't Leave
I'm almost done walking this road paved by heartache,
But now she walks down the same path,
Feeling the same anger and wrath,
That she hide with a laugh,
And all I can do is make her laugh and make her forget about the pain,
Take her mind off those same thoughts that are brought back by a name,
Try and make her forget about the happiness,
And overlook the joy,
Disreguarding the fact that she spent two years trying to please a boy,
Try to get her to ignore that he left her for a whore, And try to tell her that only heart ache is in store,
Her friends say forget about him, and find a new start,
But they don't understand it's not the man, there's a huge void in her heart,
And with nothing to replace it, she is now incomplete,
Filling that spot with pot, and black and milds that are freaked,
And for me to tell her shes unique would be like preaching to def ears,
Cause sounds of her being profound are easily drowned out by tears,
Tears that could fill an ocean and they surround her like a moat,
And I try to tell her that under our feet floats the same boat,
We took down the same notes and swallowed the same pride,
We had the same throat that they spit down inside,
Love isn't always random, but there's always a random risk,
A broken heart is like have a gash the size of an arm on a muscle the size of a fist,
And with every pump of blood, pain is felt throughout her body,
Her well working machine is now run down and shoody,
Smoke fills her lungs and try to suffocate his memory,
A spell to overcome and break through his heirecy,
And as I look down the road, that my feet once walked,
All I can do is call her and hopefully she'll talk,
Cause even though she walks down this road, she turns around and hangs up the phone,
Cause no matter how much she wants to be happy, she just can't leave him alone
-2007
But now she walks down the same path,
Feeling the same anger and wrath,
That she hide with a laugh,
And all I can do is make her laugh and make her forget about the pain,
Take her mind off those same thoughts that are brought back by a name,
Try and make her forget about the happiness,
And overlook the joy,
Disreguarding the fact that she spent two years trying to please a boy,
Try to get her to ignore that he left her for a whore, And try to tell her that only heart ache is in store,
Her friends say forget about him, and find a new start,
But they don't understand it's not the man, there's a huge void in her heart,
And with nothing to replace it, she is now incomplete,
Filling that spot with pot, and black and milds that are freaked,
And for me to tell her shes unique would be like preaching to def ears,
Cause sounds of her being profound are easily drowned out by tears,
Tears that could fill an ocean and they surround her like a moat,
And I try to tell her that under our feet floats the same boat,
We took down the same notes and swallowed the same pride,
We had the same throat that they spit down inside,
Love isn't always random, but there's always a random risk,
A broken heart is like have a gash the size of an arm on a muscle the size of a fist,
And with every pump of blood, pain is felt throughout her body,
Her well working machine is now run down and shoody,
Smoke fills her lungs and try to suffocate his memory,
A spell to overcome and break through his heirecy,
And as I look down the road, that my feet once walked,
All I can do is call her and hopefully she'll talk,
Cause even though she walks down this road, she turns around and hangs up the phone,
Cause no matter how much she wants to be happy, she just can't leave him alone
-2007
Monkey Junkies
Her monkey... turned niggas into flunkies,
No more like junkies, they kept coming back for hits,
Taking trips among trips just to get a taste of her lips,
Or even place on her hips, hands shook by bad nerves,
She was the ASSignment in a class full of nerds,
Words, were worth nothing, That form of currency was too small,
Now her feens, can only dream about the drug from which they withdrawl,
They began to beg for it, some even seemed to crawl,
Getting high off of dropped panties or an unhooked bra,
But despite the mass confusion, I see through the illusion,
Her head and body are right, she just needs a conclusion,
But see I've got the solution, don't let the mind get snapped,
Keep your eyes to the ground and simply avoid the trap,
See her rap was so nice, I mean, her flow was so mean,
That she had niggas soundin sad on the damn answering machine,
He's hollerin, "Baby is that us?" and "Man yous a liar..."
He simply got burnt cause that pussy was so fire,
But before the ashes drop, I'll make the burning stop,
Harvest some knowledge while in college, Then grow a new crop,
See I saw the drug she offered and man...Did I wanna hit it,
I saw those two scoops of ice cream and I wanted my banana to split it,
The caramel cover had me reaching for a rubber,
The caveman in me went crazy, I was just tryin to club her,
But I'm telling you right now...You don't even have to ask me,
I wanna do something nasty, well maybe just trashy,
Cause you don't put shit pass me, I don't need to ask for the sack,
If the pussy's like that, I'll have you giving me the crack,
But I refuse to be misused, I see the clues in your shoes,
You can choose to run the whole track, but cat, you just might lose,
Yeah I know, I want you, but I ain't about to be no flunky,
I might just have YOU itchin for my banana, like a real monkey junky.....
-2007
No more like junkies, they kept coming back for hits,
Taking trips among trips just to get a taste of her lips,
Or even place on her hips, hands shook by bad nerves,
She was the ASSignment in a class full of nerds,
Words, were worth nothing, That form of currency was too small,
Now her feens, can only dream about the drug from which they withdrawl,
They began to beg for it, some even seemed to crawl,
Getting high off of dropped panties or an unhooked bra,
But despite the mass confusion, I see through the illusion,
Her head and body are right, she just needs a conclusion,
But see I've got the solution, don't let the mind get snapped,
Keep your eyes to the ground and simply avoid the trap,
See her rap was so nice, I mean, her flow was so mean,
That she had niggas soundin sad on the damn answering machine,
He's hollerin, "Baby is that us?" and "Man yous a liar..."
He simply got burnt cause that pussy was so fire,
But before the ashes drop, I'll make the burning stop,
Harvest some knowledge while in college, Then grow a new crop,
See I saw the drug she offered and man...Did I wanna hit it,
I saw those two scoops of ice cream and I wanted my banana to split it,
The caramel cover had me reaching for a rubber,
The caveman in me went crazy, I was just tryin to club her,
But I'm telling you right now...You don't even have to ask me,
I wanna do something nasty, well maybe just trashy,
Cause you don't put shit pass me, I don't need to ask for the sack,
If the pussy's like that, I'll have you giving me the crack,
But I refuse to be misused, I see the clues in your shoes,
You can choose to run the whole track, but cat, you just might lose,
Yeah I know, I want you, but I ain't about to be no flunky,
I might just have YOU itchin for my banana, like a real monkey junky.....
-2007
Bubble Gum Girls
Some girls is like bubble gum, damn near worthless,
And once they lose they flavor, then they lose they purpose,
See I wrote this on purpose, just to watch the jaws drop,
Dudes blowing bubbles with bimbos, until they nice bubble pops,
The happiness seems to stop, cause the boat seems to rock,
And that safe bubble, got you in trouble, back in that cage, then it's locked,
These lil Bazooka Joe's think these girls are Bubblicious and fun,
But these Chiclets, are just thick, and got some Bubble Yum,
The girls are too Carefree, everything is a maybe,
They turn Dentyne dudes into striaght Cry Babies,
These girls Extra Stride makes guys, go into Orbit,
They Fruit Stripes make men bite and turn their jaws into norbit,
The Dubble Bubble gets men in trouble, and turns some violent,
Stabing them with a Trident is the only way to keep them silent,
But despite that Juicy Fruit, I won't give into the Big Red,
Females that stay WinterFresh seem to get the big head,
I can't mess wit bubble gum, see I'm a bubble popper,
I need me a girl like a, everlasting Gobstopper,
But even that candy can easily be passed,
So the goal for my soul is to find a flavor that last.....
-2007
And once they lose they flavor, then they lose they purpose,
See I wrote this on purpose, just to watch the jaws drop,
Dudes blowing bubbles with bimbos, until they nice bubble pops,
The happiness seems to stop, cause the boat seems to rock,
And that safe bubble, got you in trouble, back in that cage, then it's locked,
These lil Bazooka Joe's think these girls are Bubblicious and fun,
But these Chiclets, are just thick, and got some Bubble Yum,
The girls are too Carefree, everything is a maybe,
They turn Dentyne dudes into striaght Cry Babies,
These girls Extra Stride makes guys, go into Orbit,
They Fruit Stripes make men bite and turn their jaws into norbit,
The Dubble Bubble gets men in trouble, and turns some violent,
Stabing them with a Trident is the only way to keep them silent,
But despite that Juicy Fruit, I won't give into the Big Red,
Females that stay WinterFresh seem to get the big head,
I can't mess wit bubble gum, see I'm a bubble popper,
I need me a girl like a, everlasting Gobstopper,
But even that candy can easily be passed,
So the goal for my soul is to find a flavor that last.....
-2007
Plea of the Baby Bird
Written to my mother...
You call me baby when you love me,
But you say I'm a grown man when you're mad,
You see me as your little boy when you hug me,
And a disappointment when you're sad,
And I'm stuck....
Stuck between my own place and my old crib,
When the baby bird is pushed from the nest,
How do you think the baby bird feels,
Falling helpless and unaware of what is going on,
I panic,
Shocked, because the place I called home is no longer that,
The place that was my own, has become an apartment for rent,
My dreams put on hold because real life demands attention,
So every fictional preminition, has become it's own religion,
I've gotta have faith to get it,
I've made the mistakes and mishaps so my brothers and sisters don't,
And they're given recognition for steppin over the pot holes that flattened my tires,
This IS my sacrafice,
Slipping on all of lifes wet spots, then putting up,
Slippery when wet signs.
Mama Bird....
You push me out of the nest, and when I'm at the edge,
You tell me I can stay,
But if I stay, all your food will be given to my younger siblings,
And I will be left starving and expected to fend for myself,
I don't have the branches to make my own nest, but I'm getting them,
So while I get ready to leave the nest,
Please....Give me shelter,
Cause if I get pushed out the nest too early,
I will surely be eatin......
You call me baby when you love me,
But you say I'm a grown man when you're mad,
You see me as your little boy when you hug me,
And a disappointment when you're sad,
And I'm stuck....
Stuck between my own place and my old crib,
When the baby bird is pushed from the nest,
How do you think the baby bird feels,
Falling helpless and unaware of what is going on,
I panic,
Shocked, because the place I called home is no longer that,
The place that was my own, has become an apartment for rent,
My dreams put on hold because real life demands attention,
So every fictional preminition, has become it's own religion,
I've gotta have faith to get it,
I've made the mistakes and mishaps so my brothers and sisters don't,
And they're given recognition for steppin over the pot holes that flattened my tires,
This IS my sacrafice,
Slipping on all of lifes wet spots, then putting up,
Slippery when wet signs.
Mama Bird....
You push me out of the nest, and when I'm at the edge,
You tell me I can stay,
But if I stay, all your food will be given to my younger siblings,
And I will be left starving and expected to fend for myself,
I don't have the branches to make my own nest, but I'm getting them,
So while I get ready to leave the nest,
Please....Give me shelter,
Cause if I get pushed out the nest too early,
I will surely be eatin......
Movies
I wrote this poem by lookin at my DVD collection.
This [Poetic Justice] gives me a [License to Kill],
These bitches want a [Candyman] and I'm a [Sugar Hill],
I'm a [Major Payne] in these [Gladiators] side,
And I can make the [Blood Rayne], it'll look like a [Crimson Tide],
My nigga, I'm [Paid in Full], my money causes [Traffic],
Ya'll on ya'll [Last Shot] I got a [Full Metal Jacket],
See ya'll are [Out of Time], but me and time are [Side by Side],
I'm gonna be [The Man Who Laughed], you gonna be [The Man Who Cried],
Now it feels like I'm [Trading Places] I'm in a [Planet of the Apes],
With these [Mean Girls] [It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate],
I'm on a [Glory Road] ya'll hatas is [White Nosie],
I'm a [Big] on this shit and I play wit words like [Toys],
-2007
This [Poetic Justice] gives me a [License to Kill],
These bitches want a [Candyman] and I'm a [Sugar Hill],
I'm a [Major Payne] in these [Gladiators] side,
And I can make the [Blood Rayne], it'll look like a [Crimson Tide],
My nigga, I'm [Paid in Full], my money causes [Traffic],
Ya'll on ya'll [Last Shot] I got a [Full Metal Jacket],
See ya'll are [Out of Time], but me and time are [Side by Side],
I'm gonna be [The Man Who Laughed], you gonna be [The Man Who Cried],
Now it feels like I'm [Trading Places] I'm in a [Planet of the Apes],
With these [Mean Girls] [It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate],
I'm on a [Glory Road] ya'll hatas is [White Nosie],
I'm a [Big] on this shit and I play wit words like [Toys],
-2007
Supplies Lies
This poem is probably my most popular piece.
A sheet of loose leaf paper met a handsome pen in the park,
Now despite her flammibility, she still felt a spark,
And the paper clips played tag with the eraser and the scissors,
And the pencil beat up the pencil sharpener for sharpening up his sister,
The pen was very bold, but he was thinner than a twig,
So he said to Ms. Loose Leaf, "I like my women big."
Her girls were all hating, yelling, "HE'LL WRITE ON YOU THEN LEAVE"
But she replied with, "Get your ass back insde the sleeve."
Their love it soon blossomed, their was never a question why,
Together they wrote things that made grown men start to cry,
But one day Ms. Loose Leaf came in with BLUE ink on her dress,
So the BLACK pen went to grab a drink at the desk,
"How could she do this to me? This must be a crime..."
"All those things that we've written now someone else write on her lines."
So now he's drunk off of ink, and he thinks of a way to get with her,
So he paper naps her and throws her body inside a shredder,
All of those things that they created, were shredded regretably,
All becasue Ms. Loose Leaf engaged in a writting infedelity,
So the lesson has been learned and now written in rhyme,
You can't have two pens and write with them at the same time.
-2006
A sheet of loose leaf paper met a handsome pen in the park,
Now despite her flammibility, she still felt a spark,
And the paper clips played tag with the eraser and the scissors,
And the pencil beat up the pencil sharpener for sharpening up his sister,
The pen was very bold, but he was thinner than a twig,
So he said to Ms. Loose Leaf, "I like my women big."
Her girls were all hating, yelling, "HE'LL WRITE ON YOU THEN LEAVE"
But she replied with, "Get your ass back insde the sleeve."
Their love it soon blossomed, their was never a question why,
Together they wrote things that made grown men start to cry,
But one day Ms. Loose Leaf came in with BLUE ink on her dress,
So the BLACK pen went to grab a drink at the desk,
"How could she do this to me? This must be a crime..."
"All those things that we've written now someone else write on her lines."
So now he's drunk off of ink, and he thinks of a way to get with her,
So he paper naps her and throws her body inside a shredder,
All of those things that they created, were shredded regretably,
All becasue Ms. Loose Leaf engaged in a writting infedelity,
So the lesson has been learned and now written in rhyme,
You can't have two pens and write with them at the same time.
Now despite her flammibility, she still felt a spark,
And the paper clips played tag with the eraser and the scissors,
And the pencil beat up the pencil sharpener for sharpening up his sister,
The pen was very bold, but he was thinner than a twig,
So he said to Ms. Loose Leaf, "I like my women big."
Her girls were all hating, yelling, "HE'LL WRITE ON YOU THEN LEAVE"
But she replied with, "Get your ass back insde the sleeve."
Their love it soon blossomed, their was never a question why,
Together they wrote things that made grown men start to cry,
But one day Ms. Loose Leaf came in with BLUE ink on her dress,
So the BLACK pen went to grab a drink at the desk,
"How could she do this to me? This must be a crime..."
"All those things that we've written now someone else write on her lines."
So now he's drunk off of ink, and he thinks of a way to get with her,
So he paper naps her and throws her body inside a shredder,
All of those things that they created, were shredded regretably,
All becasue Ms. Loose Leaf engaged in a writting infedelity,
So the lesson has been learned and now written in rhyme,
You can't have two pens and write with them at the same time.
A sheet of loose leaf paper met a handsome pen in the park,
Now despite her flammibility, she still felt a spark,
And the paper clips played tag with the eraser and the scissors,
And the pencil beat up the pencil sharpener for sharpening up his sister,
The pen was very bold, but he was thinner than a twig,
So he said to Ms. Loose Leaf, "I like my women big."
Her girls were all hating, yelling, "HE'LL WRITE ON YOU THEN LEAVE"
But she replied with, "Get your ass back insde the sleeve."
Their love it soon blossomed, their was never a question why,
Together they wrote things that made grown men start to cry,
But one day Ms. Loose Leaf came in with BLUE ink on her dress,
So the BLACK pen went to grab a drink at the desk,
"How could she do this to me? This must be a crime..."
"All those things that we've written now someone else write on her lines."
So now he's drunk off of ink, and he thinks of a way to get with her,
So he paper naps her and throws her body inside a shredder,
All of those things that they created, were shredded regretably,
All becasue Ms. Loose Leaf engaged in a writting infedelity,
So the lesson has been learned and now written in rhyme,
You can't have two pens and write with them at the same time.
-2006
Mind Of The K-9
Men never start out as dogs, but some how we turn into them,
Making the damned transformation from cute puppy,
To beast looking for a beauty with a booty,
My K-9 senses didn't mean to jump the fences,
But I got tired of being chained up...
And even though you thought I was out sniffing a bitches butt,
I wasn't...I was playing poker wit my dogs,
So no... I wasn't trying to poke her with my dogs,
I was out and about reciting poetry to get applause,
And you were appalled to find that this was my cause,
Your mind thought that I was out, just barking to get draws,
And I let you run free, never told you to stop,
Never rolled up a newspaper and gave your nose a pop,
Because I'm the dog right??????
I've been dogged out so bad that, I should be a cat,
Very secretive, elusive, always covering up my scat,
I've played the good dog role, sitting down when I'm told,
But there's always a better dog and because of that I was sold,
No better yet I was froze, left alone in the cold,
And with my tail between my legs, I had to carry my own load,
Now there's good dogs and bad dogs, And it's easy for them to switch,
Like a female can be a dog, But a female dog can be a bitch,
So I came up wit this philosophy, My simple rule of thumb,
All men don't start out as dogs, bitches turn us into them,
And this is why your heart is broken...
Cause I was bitten by a she-werewolf,
And every time I find something that reminds me of that bite...
I turn...
I turn into this women hating creature, that sees you as a toy,
That takes over my manhood and feeds off my desires as a boy,
A primitive mind takes over and I become a slobbering, mangy, mutt,
That only wants to eat, sleep, shit, and fuck....
A beast that roams the city simply looking for thrills,
With a pack of dogs behind him, all with gold grills,
Creeping through the forest on 20 inch wheels,
Looking for that pray, propped up in 6 inch heels
And every take down is rewarding, the break down was just that,
Cause every take down that I break down makes my leader of the pack,
So I'm sorry for being me and having K-9 ways,
But I refuse to be that K-9 that just sits back and lays,
And I'm sorry that I was that dog in the bush,
And even though I've bitten you, I hope you don't turn into a wolf.
-2007
Making the damned transformation from cute puppy,
To beast looking for a beauty with a booty,
My K-9 senses didn't mean to jump the fences,
But I got tired of being chained up...
And even though you thought I was out sniffing a bitches butt,
I wasn't...I was playing poker wit my dogs,
So no... I wasn't trying to poke her with my dogs,
I was out and about reciting poetry to get applause,
And you were appalled to find that this was my cause,
Your mind thought that I was out, just barking to get draws,
And I let you run free, never told you to stop,
Never rolled up a newspaper and gave your nose a pop,
Because I'm the dog right??????
I've been dogged out so bad that, I should be a cat,
Very secretive, elusive, always covering up my scat,
I've played the good dog role, sitting down when I'm told,
But there's always a better dog and because of that I was sold,
No better yet I was froze, left alone in the cold,
And with my tail between my legs, I had to carry my own load,
Now there's good dogs and bad dogs, And it's easy for them to switch,
Like a female can be a dog, But a female dog can be a bitch,
So I came up wit this philosophy, My simple rule of thumb,
All men don't start out as dogs, bitches turn us into them,
And this is why your heart is broken...
Cause I was bitten by a she-werewolf,
And every time I find something that reminds me of that bite...
I turn...
I turn into this women hating creature, that sees you as a toy,
That takes over my manhood and feeds off my desires as a boy,
A primitive mind takes over and I become a slobbering, mangy, mutt,
That only wants to eat, sleep, shit, and fuck....
A beast that roams the city simply looking for thrills,
With a pack of dogs behind him, all with gold grills,
Creeping through the forest on 20 inch wheels,
Looking for that pray, propped up in 6 inch heels
And every take down is rewarding, the break down was just that,
Cause every take down that I break down makes my leader of the pack,
So I'm sorry for being me and having K-9 ways,
But I refuse to be that K-9 that just sits back and lays,
And I'm sorry that I was that dog in the bush,
And even though I've bitten you, I hope you don't turn into a wolf.
-2007
Poetic Homicide
It was I who Killed the poem, yes I admit it,
I pleed guilty to all the charges and I hope I don't get aquitted,
I shanked the poem with my pen, disregaurding all the rules,
So that the poem would bleed out thousands of untold truths,
He was hiding in my mind, so I knew where to find him,
I wanted him to see me coming, so I decided not to blind him,
He saw me and tried to run and escape out my lips,
But I had this planned out and set up a wire, so he'd trip,
As he fell out the lips, he stumbled into my trap,
It was a snare of white sheets that laid in my lap,
Then I began to slice his body, with my weapon of choice,
I cut open his lips and I gave him a voice,
As he yelled, I kept cutting, his blood ran black,
He tried to call for help, but he was already under attack,
His body stopped moving and his ARTeries went dry,
But I'm proud of my work so there's no need to lie,
That poem died by my hands and of this I am proud,
I will tell the whole world, I will confess my crime loud,
And when you see the corpse of this poem, just know that I built it,
And when someone ask, "What happen to that poem?" Just say "Lance Killed it"
-2006
I pleed guilty to all the charges and I hope I don't get aquitted,
I shanked the poem with my pen, disregaurding all the rules,
So that the poem would bleed out thousands of untold truths,
He was hiding in my mind, so I knew where to find him,
I wanted him to see me coming, so I decided not to blind him,
He saw me and tried to run and escape out my lips,
But I had this planned out and set up a wire, so he'd trip,
As he fell out the lips, he stumbled into my trap,
It was a snare of white sheets that laid in my lap,
Then I began to slice his body, with my weapon of choice,
I cut open his lips and I gave him a voice,
As he yelled, I kept cutting, his blood ran black,
He tried to call for help, but he was already under attack,
His body stopped moving and his ARTeries went dry,
But I'm proud of my work so there's no need to lie,
That poem died by my hands and of this I am proud,
I will tell the whole world, I will confess my crime loud,
And when you see the corpse of this poem, just know that I built it,
And when someone ask, "What happen to that poem?" Just say "Lance Killed it"
-2006
Bitter Dreams
Dear God if you allow me to dream tonight, I pray those dreams aren't about her,
If I dream I pray it'll bring some type of stability to my heart,
She's out of my life, but I find myself going back to a time where she was,
And I can see why...Two years of my life had her in it.
If you allow me to dream tonight let those dreams replace her face,
Let my heart forget her name, let my body find her touch disgusting,
Let my skin forget her touch and soul forget her bliss,
Let my nose forget her smell and my lips forget her kiss,
Let my ears forget her sound, let my body forget hers,
Because she's forgotten mine, this is my "She Hurt Me" story,
My heart's contractions pump slow, and why, I don't know,
Love pretended to be my hearts friend, but it just lefted a hole,
So my soul is now low, in pain, and still stiched,
She's a female who dogged me out, the living form of a bitch,
And this I deserve to say, YES this I deserve to say,
Because while some wouldn't give her the time,
I gave her 730 days of mine,
Fingers message the brains cage, hoping that it'll some how subdue the rage,
That only can be released on a page, and recited on a stage,
Vocal Cords want to scream constant cursing's of her name,
But the brain keeps them quite, "Don't let them see your pain."
So I won't let them see my pain and of this I am sure,
And if you allow me to dream tonight Lord...I pray that they're not about her.
-2006
If I dream I pray it'll bring some type of stability to my heart,
She's out of my life, but I find myself going back to a time where she was,
And I can see why...Two years of my life had her in it.
If you allow me to dream tonight let those dreams replace her face,
Let my heart forget her name, let my body find her touch disgusting,
Let my skin forget her touch and soul forget her bliss,
Let my nose forget her smell and my lips forget her kiss,
Let my ears forget her sound, let my body forget hers,
Because she's forgotten mine, this is my "She Hurt Me" story,
My heart's contractions pump slow, and why, I don't know,
Love pretended to be my hearts friend, but it just lefted a hole,
So my soul is now low, in pain, and still stiched,
She's a female who dogged me out, the living form of a bitch,
And this I deserve to say, YES this I deserve to say,
Because while some wouldn't give her the time,
I gave her 730 days of mine,
Fingers message the brains cage, hoping that it'll some how subdue the rage,
That only can be released on a page, and recited on a stage,
Vocal Cords want to scream constant cursing's of her name,
But the brain keeps them quite, "Don't let them see your pain."
So I won't let them see my pain and of this I am sure,
And if you allow me to dream tonight Lord...I pray that they're not about her.
-2006
Sweet Dreams
Dear God, If you allow me to dream tonight, let my dreams be about her,
Let my mind wander through the ideas that prepare my heart for love,
Let my skin feel her touch and my lips feel her kiss,
Let my mind know no doubt and my heart feel sure bliss.
To where the only stimulation is occurring in my brain,
Let my eyes see her face and my ears hear her name,
Let my fingers feel her skin and my neck feel her lips,
Let my hands stay steady as they travel along her hips.
Let my brain feel pleasure and my body find peace,
Let all the troubled waters in my life, slowly begin to cease,
I can’t be with her now, but she is still on my mind,
So please help me find her, for my eyes are closed, and I am blind.
When I am with her, I can climb any fence,
She makes my heart quicken and my body becomes tense,
With others my guard is up and my defenses are dense,
But with her I feel no fear and my life makes sense.
She is the enzyme that turns my pain to joy,
She may see me as a man, when I feel the courage of a boy,
So if I dream tonight Lord, let my dreams be about she,
And if she’s dreaming tonight, let her dreams be about me.
-2006
Let my mind wander through the ideas that prepare my heart for love,
Let my skin feel her touch and my lips feel her kiss,
Let my mind know no doubt and my heart feel sure bliss.
To where the only stimulation is occurring in my brain,
Let my eyes see her face and my ears hear her name,
Let my fingers feel her skin and my neck feel her lips,
Let my hands stay steady as they travel along her hips.
Let my brain feel pleasure and my body find peace,
Let all the troubled waters in my life, slowly begin to cease,
I can’t be with her now, but she is still on my mind,
So please help me find her, for my eyes are closed, and I am blind.
When I am with her, I can climb any fence,
She makes my heart quicken and my body becomes tense,
With others my guard is up and my defenses are dense,
But with her I feel no fear and my life makes sense.
She is the enzyme that turns my pain to joy,
She may see me as a man, when I feel the courage of a boy,
So if I dream tonight Lord, let my dreams be about she,
And if she’s dreaming tonight, let her dreams be about me.
-2006
I'm Loving It
I dream of you and me looking into each others eyes deeply,
You open you mouth to receive a tasty, treat,
I reach into that red box decorated by Golden Arches and pull a tanned, crispy, entree just for you,
You suck the remaining backwash from your cup,
And when you're done...I refill it for you,
You offer to feed me one of your chicken nuggets and I accept,
Because you are my little love nugget,
At times you can be sweet and sour, but you taste good either way,
As we finish our meals I reach into that white and red bag,
And pull out two apple pies and I hope,
That the warmth of those apple pies...warms your heart.
And hopefully you'll let me to shoot warm filing into your mouth,
But I'm taking about pies of course,
All of this is yours, all that I buy is for you,
A feast for a beast and all from the dollar menu,
The Hamburgalar has stolen all of my cheese so I can't afford expensive places,
But what's more exotic then you feeling my tube in the tunnels of play places,
I know you've got a "thing" for Ronald...He makes you laugh,
But if he smiles at you again I'll shove those shoes right up his ass,
And Grimace keeps grinning at you... And this I won't let give,
So I'll beat his purple ass like the rip off Barney he really is,
And I was thinking since you love me and you don't want to hurt me,
I was wondering would you mine if we had a threesome with birdie,
But don't worry, I'm not in a hurry, take time to let those thoughts scurry,
And while you're thinking of that, I get us two Oreo Mcflurries,
You are my Golden Arches love and with you, I have the most fun,
So let's go back to the crib and let me put some meat between your buns.
-2006
You open you mouth to receive a tasty, treat,
I reach into that red box decorated by Golden Arches and pull a tanned, crispy, entree just for you,
You suck the remaining backwash from your cup,
And when you're done...I refill it for you,
You offer to feed me one of your chicken nuggets and I accept,
Because you are my little love nugget,
At times you can be sweet and sour, but you taste good either way,
As we finish our meals I reach into that white and red bag,
And pull out two apple pies and I hope,
That the warmth of those apple pies...warms your heart.
And hopefully you'll let me to shoot warm filing into your mouth,
But I'm taking about pies of course,
All of this is yours, all that I buy is for you,
A feast for a beast and all from the dollar menu,
The Hamburgalar has stolen all of my cheese so I can't afford expensive places,
But what's more exotic then you feeling my tube in the tunnels of play places,
I know you've got a "thing" for Ronald...He makes you laugh,
But if he smiles at you again I'll shove those shoes right up his ass,
And Grimace keeps grinning at you... And this I won't let give,
So I'll beat his purple ass like the rip off Barney he really is,
And I was thinking since you love me and you don't want to hurt me,
I was wondering would you mine if we had a threesome with birdie,
But don't worry, I'm not in a hurry, take time to let those thoughts scurry,
And while you're thinking of that, I get us two Oreo Mcflurries,
You are my Golden Arches love and with you, I have the most fun,
So let's go back to the crib and let me put some meat between your buns.
-2006
Hearts Banquet
My heart craves for the meal that love serves,
Famished and left hungry by the last Banquet,
Teased by the ever passing entrees that make their way to other hearts tables,
My heart has had it's share of before dinner rolls,
but with those fullness cannot be reached.
My heart dines with my mind and my mind shares the hearts will,
But while the heart maybe ready, the mind is still paying the last meals bill,
The mind Knows it's just like the other, just another repeat,
The mind knows the meal doesn't last forever, but the heart thinks it's All-you-can-eat
But why can't the heart think like that and have aspirations of good relations,
Because the brain knows the truth and realizing reality is his occupation,
The heart thinks of only fairy tale meals, those meals that last forever,
The mind used to think that way until the last meal supply was severed,
So the heart sits and waits for his order to be filled,
And the mind will eat with the heart until the next "all-you-can-eat" is proved unreal.
-2006
Famished and left hungry by the last Banquet,
Teased by the ever passing entrees that make their way to other hearts tables,
My heart has had it's share of before dinner rolls,
but with those fullness cannot be reached.
My heart dines with my mind and my mind shares the hearts will,
But while the heart maybe ready, the mind is still paying the last meals bill,
The mind Knows it's just like the other, just another repeat,
The mind knows the meal doesn't last forever, but the heart thinks it's All-you-can-eat
But why can't the heart think like that and have aspirations of good relations,
Because the brain knows the truth and realizing reality is his occupation,
The heart thinks of only fairy tale meals, those meals that last forever,
The mind used to think that way until the last meal supply was severed,
So the heart sits and waits for his order to be filled,
And the mind will eat with the heart until the next "all-you-can-eat" is proved unreal.
-2006
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Ello Ello Ello WEBAmerica.
This'll show my character.
Bloggin that balogna
Fuck wit me and I'm darin ya... lol
I'm silly arent I? Anyway welcome to My blog. I'll be posting poetry, rants, speeches, and anything else I feel like lettin the world see. I'm new to the whole process so bare with me. But in the meantime inbetween time... Stay safe, spread love, and FinallyDoBetter...
This'll show my character.
Bloggin that balogna
Fuck wit me and I'm darin ya... lol
I'm silly arent I? Anyway welcome to My blog. I'll be posting poetry, rants, speeches, and anything else I feel like lettin the world see. I'm new to the whole process so bare with me. But in the meantime inbetween time... Stay safe, spread love, and FinallyDoBetter...
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