If these words ever reach prominence
know that I gained dominance
by being the poet that you have never wanted problems with.
Given free rides on my train of thought like scholarships.
On a enterprise, trekking through stars like a comet.
If punchlines was all u wanted.
I could hit u like being punished.
Split you like being blunted
or get you, police is coming.
But what wisdom is revealed
when the similes get to running.
When the industry isn't nothing
but presidential incumbents.
You can catch em on BET, lying to the public.
With promises of being free, cause you dying to go out clubbing.
So they put this speech on a beat, no matter if it's rubbish.
Cause these songs are Mickey D's
and y'all just say you love it.
I could never covet this capitalistic system.
But still charge you to listen, I guess my feelings are indifferent.
If you can cash in ya silver tongue,
and make a fortune from your lungs.
I expect for you to get your paper,
like all your money's saved in bonds.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
#NaPoWriMo Entry #19 "Men"
Men...
We were truly made in Gods image.
You can see the resemblance in our ability to take a fathers premiss.
You can recognize the divinity by the minutes
we spend with our children.
We can be selfish,
create life then leave it to it's own blemish
or we can raise that life with love and distribute our own wisdom.
Being black make this harder.
We constantly dodge prison,
and the stereotype of a black father, leaves an expectation of something missin.
We plant the seed and we're finished.
And the trees we've implemented into this world may grow crooked
but through our hands they are minted.
We were meant to watch over our creations.
Some men have untended plantations.
Abandon their crop, so the field is filled with flocks wild vegetation.
Vines wrapping around poles, rain dancing is their occupation.
Counting on the daddies they never had to supply the monetary irrigation.
Grew up with piss poor demonstrations.
our presence was missed more in the last generation.
So how do we stop the dissenegration of able fathers in this nation.
(tbc)
We were truly made in Gods image.
You can see the resemblance in our ability to take a fathers premiss.
You can recognize the divinity by the minutes
we spend with our children.
We can be selfish,
create life then leave it to it's own blemish
or we can raise that life with love and distribute our own wisdom.
Being black make this harder.
We constantly dodge prison,
and the stereotype of a black father, leaves an expectation of something missin.
We plant the seed and we're finished.
And the trees we've implemented into this world may grow crooked
but through our hands they are minted.
We were meant to watch over our creations.
Some men have untended plantations.
Abandon their crop, so the field is filled with flocks wild vegetation.
Vines wrapping around poles, rain dancing is their occupation.
Counting on the daddies they never had to supply the monetary irrigation.
Grew up with piss poor demonstrations.
our presence was missed more in the last generation.
So how do we stop the dissenegration of able fathers in this nation.
(tbc)
#NaPoWriMo Entry #18 "Not African American"
Do not call me African American. This is not an accurate description of my heritage.
It is a broad fallacy I've gone into marriage with.
A political correction of my melanin complexion
that this oppressive system uses to keep from embarrassment.
Why is black the absence of light? Why can't it be the culmination of all colors?
I think our presence in America is portrayed in the movie others.
We moved into this house with bread crumbs in the cupboard.
Now we've grown to love the fatherland, and abandon our mother.
But I am American.
Born and raised, free from persecution but still a slave.
Working for corporate masters everyday, just to receive the minimum wage.
See Respect was never demanded as blacks we were handed our credibility.
We were made to assimilate and reprimanded for our hostility.
They found a way to commit genocide, but no gas chambers for the ghetto enemy.
Instead they plan our parenthood, and control our fertility.
And I've been trying to get back to my roots but it's impossible.
Because Americas an obstacle that I find to be more course than our hair follicles.
This nation scheme is diabolical.
Cliaming us to be the bad guy.
Getting beat up from birth we came in the world with a black eye.
And I've always been the black guy with speech similar to screechs
so when I'm giving out my speeches peers thought me an Urkel sequence.
White folks said I was smart, to blacks a white people reject.
So I spent half of my life just looking for their defense.
I Found out, I didn't need it.
Seen it was the pretense to a Willie lynch strategic tactic.
Use intelligence to divide each of the black kids.
Make him seem strange, turn intelligence into an affliction,
so they're will always be confliction between the real and non fiction.
But how could you tell?
In this capitalistic system getting money makes u fake, being broke makes you listen.
And I still get the shakes when I turn on my television
and see people that look like me shucking and jiving for commission.
Seems like theres only two ways to go... entertainment or parol,
daily containment or neo soul, go to jail or going pro.
Mormans said I belong in hell because the way my hair grow.
But they're God could never condemn me, if my God holds my soul.
It is a broad fallacy I've gone into marriage with.
A political correction of my melanin complexion
that this oppressive system uses to keep from embarrassment.
Why is black the absence of light? Why can't it be the culmination of all colors?
I think our presence in America is portrayed in the movie others.
We moved into this house with bread crumbs in the cupboard.
Now we've grown to love the fatherland, and abandon our mother.
But I am American.
Born and raised, free from persecution but still a slave.
Working for corporate masters everyday, just to receive the minimum wage.
See Respect was never demanded as blacks we were handed our credibility.
We were made to assimilate and reprimanded for our hostility.
They found a way to commit genocide, but no gas chambers for the ghetto enemy.
Instead they plan our parenthood, and control our fertility.
And I've been trying to get back to my roots but it's impossible.
Because Americas an obstacle that I find to be more course than our hair follicles.
This nation scheme is diabolical.
Cliaming us to be the bad guy.
Getting beat up from birth we came in the world with a black eye.
And I've always been the black guy with speech similar to screechs
so when I'm giving out my speeches peers thought me an Urkel sequence.
White folks said I was smart, to blacks a white people reject.
So I spent half of my life just looking for their defense.
I Found out, I didn't need it.
Seen it was the pretense to a Willie lynch strategic tactic.
Use intelligence to divide each of the black kids.
Make him seem strange, turn intelligence into an affliction,
so they're will always be confliction between the real and non fiction.
But how could you tell?
In this capitalistic system getting money makes u fake, being broke makes you listen.
And I still get the shakes when I turn on my television
and see people that look like me shucking and jiving for commission.
Seems like theres only two ways to go... entertainment or parol,
daily containment or neo soul, go to jail or going pro.
Mormans said I belong in hell because the way my hair grow.
But they're God could never condemn me, if my God holds my soul.
Friday, April 20, 2012
#NaPoWriMo Entry #17 "Dumbed Down Freestyle"
I, dumbed it down but I kept it smart,
found the proper way to conduct
this lost train of thought.
I wonder if compressed coal chains were bought,
would it fuel my engine.
Or would it leave me sitting here,
dead broke and glistening.
Full of smoke remembering when I was on top.
Ran away on rails like vagrants living out a box.
Got my word and my socks. It's all I'll ever need.
Roaming the country and planting trees. J
ohnny Appleseed.
If y'all could see the fruits of my labor and take a bite of this golden delicious,
oh so nuitirious, granny smithing word spitting.
I bet ur mouth would water off of what's written.
Everybody has a gift nowadays mine is just wrapped different.
Abusive articulation my punchlines is hitting.
I spiked the bowl at the dance now everybodies getting into the movement.
Feeling the self improvement.
I may misplace a word or two but I'd never lose it.
They spit cold flow low and behold I'm antifreeze fluid.
So if things heat up I can keep your vehicle moving.
No chances of lance losing. advance and enhance music. If Hiphop is translucent.
I'll put some color into it.
See the pigment that I'm living in.
Brown covered with a package. I'm delivering.
Some interesting stuff.
so if you please sign ur name we can begin to exchange and u can gimmie big ups like a UPS truck.
found the proper way to conduct
this lost train of thought.
I wonder if compressed coal chains were bought,
would it fuel my engine.
Or would it leave me sitting here,
dead broke and glistening.
Full of smoke remembering when I was on top.
Ran away on rails like vagrants living out a box.
Got my word and my socks. It's all I'll ever need.
Roaming the country and planting trees. J
ohnny Appleseed.
If y'all could see the fruits of my labor and take a bite of this golden delicious,
oh so nuitirious, granny smithing word spitting.
I bet ur mouth would water off of what's written.
Everybody has a gift nowadays mine is just wrapped different.
Abusive articulation my punchlines is hitting.
I spiked the bowl at the dance now everybodies getting into the movement.
Feeling the self improvement.
I may misplace a word or two but I'd never lose it.
They spit cold flow low and behold I'm antifreeze fluid.
So if things heat up I can keep your vehicle moving.
No chances of lance losing. advance and enhance music. If Hiphop is translucent.
I'll put some color into it.
See the pigment that I'm living in.
Brown covered with a package. I'm delivering.
Some interesting stuff.
so if you please sign ur name we can begin to exchange and u can gimmie big ups like a UPS truck.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #16 "Interjection"
Allow me to interject
and put some intellect
into the image that reflects
off the mirror of ur blatant disrespect.
Your hating won't make me miss a check, like grading papers.
I can teach you how to pass a class, straight A maker.
If ya girls a D I'll take her,
spin her around and shape her.
Into something other than a fragile heart. Y'all barts break her.
Bet ur butterfingers will linger right after I maker her,
into the baddest rump shaker this side of the neighbor
-hood. It's all good. She just looking for something different.
Tryna be with a star, instead of sitting here wishing.
She's tired of being puppet, hanging out with the crickets.
Said she learn to roll loud just so these niggas would listen.
Instead baby be proud, you are now gettin pass.
Fallin over every compliment they give about ya ass.
They gon have to come with something deeper. Randy moss stats... (tbc)
and put some intellect
into the image that reflects
off the mirror of ur blatant disrespect.
Your hating won't make me miss a check, like grading papers.
I can teach you how to pass a class, straight A maker.
If ya girls a D I'll take her,
spin her around and shape her.
Into something other than a fragile heart. Y'all barts break her.
Bet ur butterfingers will linger right after I maker her,
into the baddest rump shaker this side of the neighbor
-hood. It's all good. She just looking for something different.
Tryna be with a star, instead of sitting here wishing.
She's tired of being puppet, hanging out with the crickets.
Said she learn to roll loud just so these niggas would listen.
Instead baby be proud, you are now gettin pass.
Fallin over every compliment they give about ya ass.
They gon have to come with something deeper. Randy moss stats... (tbc)
#NaPoWriMo Entry #15 "Thumbs Up"
Gimmie the thumbs up like u watching a good movie.
I feel groovy like i put bell bottom pants on a dog named scooby.
I'm going over your head thinking I'm just a dog name snoopy.
On grown man taking a shit, y'all just babies making a poopy.
Sorry if the ride gets bumpy, my mind rollarcoaster is loopy.
As I inhale all these lies. I exhale what the truth be.
Find me in the sky where the chimney smoke and the roof be.
Bestfriends with a mouse and a duck.
that last line was kinda of goofy.
So i switch channels. Ask the panel for they opinion.
All I see are reality shows showing my people locked in a prison.
black is not a color in their prism. Just a two day description.
Louisville's known on first 48. Starring the killer and the victim.
You can get popular off of both, the second one wouldn't recommend it.
Cause the only beef ya family got is how much it cost for your tombstone to be printed.
$50 dollars for each letter chiseled in ya memory.
$10 dollars for the white T ya peoples wear religiously.
They holler RIP at your final assembly.
But it's priceless cause your lifeless and your mother gets paid sympathy.
I had to turn Fox41 off and get to VH1 quick.
I started watching behind the music of Louisville's greatest hits.
In my city, we getting money, but the ignorance is bliss.
And the local news plays a marathon of Louisville's greatest missed.
I've been messed about. You can say that I've been twisted.
Yea the tornado hit, but we had double death that toll in the district.
Wheres our federal relief when it's a storm in these streets.
When the norm is to compete, while lightings striking at your feet. t
hey are out here carrying hammers. Just Vikings tryin to eat.
But they could never see the damage or the cycle that repeats.
I feel groovy like i put bell bottom pants on a dog named scooby.
I'm going over your head thinking I'm just a dog name snoopy.
On grown man taking a shit, y'all just babies making a poopy.
Sorry if the ride gets bumpy, my mind rollarcoaster is loopy.
As I inhale all these lies. I exhale what the truth be.
Find me in the sky where the chimney smoke and the roof be.
Bestfriends with a mouse and a duck.
that last line was kinda of goofy.
So i switch channels. Ask the panel for they opinion.
All I see are reality shows showing my people locked in a prison.
black is not a color in their prism. Just a two day description.
Louisville's known on first 48. Starring the killer and the victim.
You can get popular off of both, the second one wouldn't recommend it.
Cause the only beef ya family got is how much it cost for your tombstone to be printed.
$50 dollars for each letter chiseled in ya memory.
$10 dollars for the white T ya peoples wear religiously.
They holler RIP at your final assembly.
But it's priceless cause your lifeless and your mother gets paid sympathy.
I had to turn Fox41 off and get to VH1 quick.
I started watching behind the music of Louisville's greatest hits.
In my city, we getting money, but the ignorance is bliss.
And the local news plays a marathon of Louisville's greatest missed.
I've been messed about. You can say that I've been twisted.
Yea the tornado hit, but we had double death that toll in the district.
Wheres our federal relief when it's a storm in these streets.
When the norm is to compete, while lightings striking at your feet. t
hey are out here carrying hammers. Just Vikings tryin to eat.
But they could never see the damage or the cycle that repeats.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #14 "Charge It"
She said charge it to the game
so I swiped my card thru the xbox drive hard.
Thanked destiny for our meeting then gave all credit to God.
Cause everytime I gave her a massage, she said I was being misogynistic.
Tryna be the lancealot in her heart and show my chivalry's realistic.
Our story was unscripted
but the ending was so cryptic
that I couldn't hack her code that kept us from a friendship.
Blew up the mold that shaped our soulmate kinship.
Looked in her eyes with the truth.
She closed hers and meant it.
She said think.. what if I forgave u in a blink.
And closed my eyes to the reality that ur probably gonna cheat.
Find a way to beat the system, have all the cake u can eat.
And while ur satisfied licking teeth.
I'll be on the plate in a broken piece.
You stuck the fork in me so I'm done being your Betty bopper.
Your love for me is broken english
cause u ain't been using me properly.
I can't believe you would touch the ball this far into the soccer league.
Its a shame how we're all tied up and she got a free shot
at thee, one thing we agreed
would be my soul property.
I said stop and believe that indeed you have my seed.
If you allow me to be brief, I have a case that I can plead.
That piece of cake I didn't need. But it seems greed had me coerced.
I slipped on my diet baby but I'll never leave my maincourse.
You can still bet on the dark horse that is pulling our jointed carriage.
I need you to stop sparring for separation and try fighting for the marriage.
My embarrassment is admitted but it's not cause I got caught.
But the words I used were cheap and I'm sorry you got bought.
You deserve the finer things in life. Like the truth and loyalty.
You've got all rights to my heart and I'll start paying u royalties.
I see you rolling ur eyes,
but I hope ur ears aren't ignoring me.
Then again I can't be surprised...
You know how my stories be.
so I swiped my card thru the xbox drive hard.
Thanked destiny for our meeting then gave all credit to God.
Cause everytime I gave her a massage, she said I was being misogynistic.
Tryna be the lancealot in her heart and show my chivalry's realistic.
Our story was unscripted
but the ending was so cryptic
that I couldn't hack her code that kept us from a friendship.
Blew up the mold that shaped our soulmate kinship.
Looked in her eyes with the truth.
She closed hers and meant it.
She said think.. what if I forgave u in a blink.
And closed my eyes to the reality that ur probably gonna cheat.
Find a way to beat the system, have all the cake u can eat.
And while ur satisfied licking teeth.
I'll be on the plate in a broken piece.
You stuck the fork in me so I'm done being your Betty bopper.
Your love for me is broken english
cause u ain't been using me properly.
I can't believe you would touch the ball this far into the soccer league.
Its a shame how we're all tied up and she got a free shot
at thee, one thing we agreed
would be my soul property.
I said stop and believe that indeed you have my seed.
If you allow me to be brief, I have a case that I can plead.
That piece of cake I didn't need. But it seems greed had me coerced.
I slipped on my diet baby but I'll never leave my maincourse.
You can still bet on the dark horse that is pulling our jointed carriage.
I need you to stop sparring for separation and try fighting for the marriage.
My embarrassment is admitted but it's not cause I got caught.
But the words I used were cheap and I'm sorry you got bought.
You deserve the finer things in life. Like the truth and loyalty.
You've got all rights to my heart and I'll start paying u royalties.
I see you rolling ur eyes,
but I hope ur ears aren't ignoring me.
Then again I can't be surprised...
You know how my stories be.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #13 "Sipped Coffee"
Speak softly she said.
like sipped coffee she didn't want this kiss to burn.
Previously lessons learned has her wondering when love would find her turn.
Reduced each relationship to ashes, she put her passion inside an urn.
To remember the beauty on the mantle despite the fire that burned below her.
Tired of finger tips that didn't know her.
Said these men touched her with latex gloves
meanwhile the dirty mattresses they had sex on,
left stains on her of making love.
So she sits down in the shower, Indian style in the tub.
Hoping the low water pressure
would wash away her transgressions.
Bowing her head in repentance cause how could she learn the same lesson again.
Her figure impresses the men.
Developed a womens body young, so she got more attention than the rest of them.
Her popularity could've been measured by what size bra she was in.
A double D at 15. By high school she could contend.
Pretending like everything was fine, but she was so ugly with in her mind.
Each brother she thought was a lover, only committed a vascular crime,
they took her heart. She gave her innocence, thinking they would take the charge.
Facing three neglectful sentences, but they just wanted her to play her part.
Lay down and take one for the team even if it didn't feel right.
So She started having sex in the morning just so they would spend the night.
Always Lived life as the side chick. Never the heroin just a sidekick.
Cause once they flipped her, they dismissed her, Played out like Jamaican psychics.
Laid down like an Easter outfit, They only loved her once a year.
And all these troubles in her bubbled until they popped at my ear
I said sweetheart wipe your tears. With no intention of game spitting.
I believe u could be a mans maincourse. If only to yourself thanks was giving.
Reframe from falling for these jive turkeys
that are only interested in wish bone splittin.
Make them remove their socks and shoes in gravel parking lots and start kicking.
Stop wishing on falling stars that only shoot past u in the night time.
Keep what's left of your heart and you will always remain in ur right mind.
Baby girl I see ya shine even when all you see are shades of gray.
Let those dogs be caught in your head lights as you begin to pave the way.
Stop waiting on captain save a girl, to fly thru and save the day
and I promise you'll find a man who has enough courage to stay.
For now you can just lay assured.
Consider your past afflictions cured.
Remember these men are only driven by thoughts of taking on your curves.
Make them see u and not the features thst make u a beautiful bird.
And if they can keep from caging you then your songs of devotion will be well deserved.
She understood, kissed my cheek and whispered thank you very ever so softly.
As we prepared to cool down, and just sip on this coffee.
like sipped coffee she didn't want this kiss to burn.
Previously lessons learned has her wondering when love would find her turn.
Reduced each relationship to ashes, she put her passion inside an urn.
To remember the beauty on the mantle despite the fire that burned below her.
Tired of finger tips that didn't know her.
Said these men touched her with latex gloves
meanwhile the dirty mattresses they had sex on,
left stains on her of making love.
So she sits down in the shower, Indian style in the tub.
Hoping the low water pressure
would wash away her transgressions.
Bowing her head in repentance cause how could she learn the same lesson again.
Her figure impresses the men.
Developed a womens body young, so she got more attention than the rest of them.
Her popularity could've been measured by what size bra she was in.
A double D at 15. By high school she could contend.
Pretending like everything was fine, but she was so ugly with in her mind.
Each brother she thought was a lover, only committed a vascular crime,
they took her heart. She gave her innocence, thinking they would take the charge.
Facing three neglectful sentences, but they just wanted her to play her part.
Lay down and take one for the team even if it didn't feel right.
So She started having sex in the morning just so they would spend the night.
Always Lived life as the side chick. Never the heroin just a sidekick.
Cause once they flipped her, they dismissed her, Played out like Jamaican psychics.
Laid down like an Easter outfit, They only loved her once a year.
And all these troubles in her bubbled until they popped at my ear
I said sweetheart wipe your tears. With no intention of game spitting.
I believe u could be a mans maincourse. If only to yourself thanks was giving.
Reframe from falling for these jive turkeys
that are only interested in wish bone splittin.
Make them remove their socks and shoes in gravel parking lots and start kicking.
Stop wishing on falling stars that only shoot past u in the night time.
Keep what's left of your heart and you will always remain in ur right mind.
Baby girl I see ya shine even when all you see are shades of gray.
Let those dogs be caught in your head lights as you begin to pave the way.
Stop waiting on captain save a girl, to fly thru and save the day
and I promise you'll find a man who has enough courage to stay.
For now you can just lay assured.
Consider your past afflictions cured.
Remember these men are only driven by thoughts of taking on your curves.
Make them see u and not the features thst make u a beautiful bird.
And if they can keep from caging you then your songs of devotion will be well deserved.
She understood, kissed my cheek and whispered thank you very ever so softly.
As we prepared to cool down, and just sip on this coffee.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #12 "Allow Me"
Allow me to reintroduce myself my name is Lance...
Now some glance at the stance
some dazed and confused
others amazed and amused
because the name may be plain
but its flyer than ur tennis shoes.
How much did u spend to look rich today?
I like to look wealthy with in my mood.
If my demeanor exudes confidence then I'm a Sultan of attitude.
A sheik of resolute. Don't peek at present boo,
cause your name might be on another package
and this wrapping is not for you.
Freaking Black and mild style, my tapping is not for two.
This tabacky kinda looks blue but I'm happy to sing for you.
Anytime you need a pick up.
Don't stick up like fingers do.
Instead lift up the tree
like when a lumberjack is threw.
At least it died for a reason I change the season with number two pencils,
and I never need instrumentals to act as my stencil
when I'm painting poetry portraits.
Or building a word fortress.
El Boomin been a monster, y'all just ain't never lit ya touches.
Been riding in the derby city. Y'all never got on your horses,
instead you went a little more west for country grammar and air forces.
And of course I'm pissed at not getting the recognition.
Cause if the beat not dope, how can I expect the feens to listen.
Scratching for crack records.
Itching for that introspective written wisdom.
better to be a turkey than a chicken
cause one gets devoured daily
and to the other thanks is giving....
Now some glance at the stance
some dazed and confused
others amazed and amused
because the name may be plain
but its flyer than ur tennis shoes.
How much did u spend to look rich today?
I like to look wealthy with in my mood.
If my demeanor exudes confidence then I'm a Sultan of attitude.
A sheik of resolute. Don't peek at present boo,
cause your name might be on another package
and this wrapping is not for you.
Freaking Black and mild style, my tapping is not for two.
This tabacky kinda looks blue but I'm happy to sing for you.
Anytime you need a pick up.
Don't stick up like fingers do.
Instead lift up the tree
like when a lumberjack is threw.
At least it died for a reason I change the season with number two pencils,
and I never need instrumentals to act as my stencil
when I'm painting poetry portraits.
Or building a word fortress.
El Boomin been a monster, y'all just ain't never lit ya touches.
Been riding in the derby city. Y'all never got on your horses,
instead you went a little more west for country grammar and air forces.
And of course I'm pissed at not getting the recognition.
Cause if the beat not dope, how can I expect the feens to listen.
Scratching for crack records.
Itching for that introspective written wisdom.
better to be a turkey than a chicken
cause one gets devoured daily
and to the other thanks is giving....
#NaPoWriMo Entry #11 "Pisces Flow"
I'm a Pisces, so it's in my nature to go with the flow.
In a relationship, I'm a salmon, going against what I know
Creation pulls me back to the same pond where I used to grow.
So I let them skin me alive... to the bear necessities of my soul.
If I could dodge the season and create a reason for this mission.
Would it be worth dodging lines for these women going fishing.
Tryin not to be a scrub, in the sink of their dirty kitchen.
Cause that's all that's left after the amazing platter I was dishing
Simply wishing on a star
that she'd bring warmth and light into my life.
But there's so many stars in the sky how can u look at the same one twice.
My spaceship doesn't run in reverse
and face it too much space can hurt
So complacent I was never on earth
Always trying to fulfill my worth.
I've always had the courage to search for life on other planets
Granted the unknown can always hurt
Since birth
I've had dreams of monogamy
but woke up to tv screens promoting misogyny.
So dreams turned to fantasies of two bad women massaging me.
With a third one b/t my knees going over her psychology.
Could u explain the sociology of a married homosapien
who has the strongest basic instinct to exercise his procreation.
But in societies eyes... unless morman is your religous denomination.
You bettea stick to one girl, and name your right hand patience.
I felt like the truth was shown.
these women just think I'm shovenistic.
Like how can a king sit on a throne, if his queen isn't attending.
You can be a knight ride around courting all the bad bitches.
But in the end your just jesters juggling for royalties interest.
In a relationship, I'm a salmon, going against what I know
Creation pulls me back to the same pond where I used to grow.
So I let them skin me alive... to the bear necessities of my soul.
If I could dodge the season and create a reason for this mission.
Would it be worth dodging lines for these women going fishing.
Tryin not to be a scrub, in the sink of their dirty kitchen.
Cause that's all that's left after the amazing platter I was dishing
Simply wishing on a star
that she'd bring warmth and light into my life.
But there's so many stars in the sky how can u look at the same one twice.
My spaceship doesn't run in reverse
and face it too much space can hurt
So complacent I was never on earth
Always trying to fulfill my worth.
I've always had the courage to search for life on other planets
Granted the unknown can always hurt
Since birth
I've had dreams of monogamy
but woke up to tv screens promoting misogyny.
So dreams turned to fantasies of two bad women massaging me.
With a third one b/t my knees going over her psychology.
Could u explain the sociology of a married homosapien
who has the strongest basic instinct to exercise his procreation.
But in societies eyes... unless morman is your religous denomination.
You bettea stick to one girl, and name your right hand patience.
I felt like the truth was shown.
these women just think I'm shovenistic.
Like how can a king sit on a throne, if his queen isn't attending.
You can be a knight ride around courting all the bad bitches.
But in the end your just jesters juggling for royalties interest.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #10 "Dear Carpathia
(I wrote this after learning about the only black man on the titanic)
Dear Carpathia
Thank you for finding my wife and three children in the icey Atlantic.
As I go down with the titanic solace of their safety keeps me a float.
I am writing this note on the ceiling.
This unsinkable ship has left something revealing but I live on hope.
And the fact that they'll be living.
I am a haiti man.
Born in Paris France in the year 1910.
An engineer by trade.
I met my wife Juliette on a day of acceptance.
After our three daughter blessings we set out to their mothers home.
My home.
On this boat we were second class but death knows no priority.
So as this ship sinks, I thank you.
Thank you for finding my legacy in the icey Atlantic.
Forever grateful.
Joseph Larouche
Dear Carpathia
Thank you for finding my wife and three children in the icey Atlantic.
As I go down with the titanic solace of their safety keeps me a float.
I am writing this note on the ceiling.
This unsinkable ship has left something revealing but I live on hope.
And the fact that they'll be living.
I am a haiti man.
Born in Paris France in the year 1910.
An engineer by trade.
I met my wife Juliette on a day of acceptance.
After our three daughter blessings we set out to their mothers home.
My home.
On this boat we were second class but death knows no priority.
So as this ship sinks, I thank you.
Thank you for finding my legacy in the icey Atlantic.
Forever grateful.
Joseph Larouche
#NaPoWriMo Entry #9 "Think Inside The Box"
I wanna stretch out in it.
Make my arms reach to each side of your walls.
Like a hallway I'm too big for.
I wanna lay down in it.
Make a pink pallet where I can stare at the ceiling fan.
Cool off in the perfect heat.
Sweat prints left by my cheek
are looked at with a smirk.
Cause u know even though I'm drenching you,
it's only cause I'm doing work.
Every opportunity for overtime I'm rising to the occasion.
If we run into a jam,
Im okay with sticky situations.
I wanna get stuck in it.
Get drunk in it.
I'm a vagrant and to your box,
I wanna be a frequent tenant.
Please trust I'll pay the rent
on time with nine inches.
With ya nails all in my back,
I'm regretting getting ur ten digits.
Thats your cell number plus area code.
I know that I'm forgetting one,
but isn't it ironic that I dial u up
everytime I need to come. To a conclusion.
Yes this is all about a sexual solution,
but when your thinkin inside the box,
there's no other resolution.
If my thoughts are shallow let me push until I get deep.
Let me stay up in it, I'm used to going on little sleep.
#team3rdshift in ya sheets.
I'm a wordsmith
But talk is cheap,
so if you allow me to work it.
I might do better then the sheep.
I'm just a wolf wearing wool
Blowing you down to sleep.
And when the dust all settles
I'll pick up the fork and eat.
You are such a brick house.
your walls are mighty mighty,
Clean cut box,
u keep ur square nice and tiddy.....(Tbc)
Make my arms reach to each side of your walls.
Like a hallway I'm too big for.
I wanna lay down in it.
Make a pink pallet where I can stare at the ceiling fan.
Cool off in the perfect heat.
Sweat prints left by my cheek
are looked at with a smirk.
Cause u know even though I'm drenching you,
it's only cause I'm doing work.
Every opportunity for overtime I'm rising to the occasion.
If we run into a jam,
Im okay with sticky situations.
I wanna get stuck in it.
Get drunk in it.
I'm a vagrant and to your box,
I wanna be a frequent tenant.
Please trust I'll pay the rent
on time with nine inches.
With ya nails all in my back,
I'm regretting getting ur ten digits.
Thats your cell number plus area code.
I know that I'm forgetting one,
but isn't it ironic that I dial u up
everytime I need to come. To a conclusion.
Yes this is all about a sexual solution,
but when your thinkin inside the box,
there's no other resolution.
If my thoughts are shallow let me push until I get deep.
Let me stay up in it, I'm used to going on little sleep.
#team3rdshift in ya sheets.
I'm a wordsmith
But talk is cheap,
so if you allow me to work it.
I might do better then the sheep.
I'm just a wolf wearing wool
Blowing you down to sleep.
And when the dust all settles
I'll pick up the fork and eat.
You are such a brick house.
your walls are mighty mighty,
Clean cut box,
u keep ur square nice and tiddy.....(Tbc)
Monday, April 9, 2012
#NaPoWriMo Entry #8 "Cakin It"
We were sitting comfortably in a bowl.
Two eggs out of our shell waiting to mix.
A late night craving for companionship
made us think our sweet tooth could handle it.
So we opened the box and started caking. Started baking
something we've been famished with.
A connection with another person.
Didn't think this desert would leave so many damages.
We preheated the oven to 350. Poured our chemistry in a buttered pan.
I used late nite conversations to convince her I was no gingerbread man.
As our affections rised we looked deeply into each other third eye.
Saw a delicacy, we prepared delicately and the finished product was appetized.
Her personality was icing on my favorite kind of feeling.
Imagine what happened when we realized that this concoction
would cool off an leave us dreaming
...of better times.
We we're quick to put this extra weight on our stomach line.
Now we try to exercise to broken memories and hammer time.
She said I can't have my cake if im eating at another table.
I said I started this dish with 3 ingredients. Ready willing and able.
Two eggs out of our shell waiting to mix.
A late night craving for companionship
made us think our sweet tooth could handle it.
So we opened the box and started caking. Started baking
something we've been famished with.
A connection with another person.
Didn't think this desert would leave so many damages.
We preheated the oven to 350. Poured our chemistry in a buttered pan.
I used late nite conversations to convince her I was no gingerbread man.
As our affections rised we looked deeply into each other third eye.
Saw a delicacy, we prepared delicately and the finished product was appetized.
Her personality was icing on my favorite kind of feeling.
Imagine what happened when we realized that this concoction
would cool off an leave us dreaming
...of better times.
We we're quick to put this extra weight on our stomach line.
Now we try to exercise to broken memories and hammer time.
She said I can't have my cake if im eating at another table.
I said I started this dish with 3 ingredients. Ready willing and able.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #7 "Cat Fight"
I've always ran into
brothers who didn't act right.
Two dudes fight over pussy,
is the real definition of a cat fight.
I was in shining last night
Like A star covered in night lights.
A moth in the club, his girl
was attracted to my brightness.
I was spider sitting flightless
in a web of my siliva.
She got caught up in the way I spit.
Complimented me on my poetry.
I said thank u very much.
Made a joke about her reaction,
she laughed and gave my arm a touch.
Her man came out the bathroom
and flew to our position in a rush.
Gave her waist a clutch
like the car from stasky and hutch.
He ask what's going on here?
I replied, a conversation.
And u tryna block game like a wildlife reservation.
He did like that
balled his fist up from my comment.
I said hold up... I don't fight over females,
so save the cheap talk for vonage.
He responded by approaching me
in a manner called for bruising.
And I said you must be the wrong kind
cause your womens out here choosing.
Un clench your fist and start tutoring.
Teach loyalty and if she can't learn
keep it movin.
Plus the conversation was like
your alpha male demonstration.
Harmless.
It's more than three bad witches
in club. Not my fault that your
charmless.
The powers that I harness
notice things like a psychic.
For instance I looked at your girls hand.
Apparently u didn't like it.
I didn't see a wedding band. So theres No need
for sweating man,
your heated up for no reason.
A oven with empty pans.
That tough stuffs not in season,
don't let summer be in your plans.
Cuzbnot only do I have silver tongue.
I also happen to have hands.
Plus a few of my mans
attend the show for insurance.
Don't mess your night up
cause of an incorrect inference.
We stopped and stared each other down.
I was waiting for him to swing,
instead he looked at his girl and said
baby get your things.
They walked away while I was thinking.
Why brother can't ever act right.
Two men fighting over felines
that's the real definition of a cat fight.
brothers who didn't act right.
Two dudes fight over pussy,
is the real definition of a cat fight.
I was in shining last night
Like A star covered in night lights.
A moth in the club, his girl
was attracted to my brightness.
I was spider sitting flightless
in a web of my siliva.
She got caught up in the way I spit.
Complimented me on my poetry.
I said thank u very much.
Made a joke about her reaction,
she laughed and gave my arm a touch.
Her man came out the bathroom
and flew to our position in a rush.
Gave her waist a clutch
like the car from stasky and hutch.
He ask what's going on here?
I replied, a conversation.
And u tryna block game like a wildlife reservation.
He did like that
balled his fist up from my comment.
I said hold up... I don't fight over females,
so save the cheap talk for vonage.
He responded by approaching me
in a manner called for bruising.
And I said you must be the wrong kind
cause your womens out here choosing.
Un clench your fist and start tutoring.
Teach loyalty and if she can't learn
keep it movin.
Plus the conversation was like
your alpha male demonstration.
Harmless.
It's more than three bad witches
in club. Not my fault that your
charmless.
The powers that I harness
notice things like a psychic.
For instance I looked at your girls hand.
Apparently u didn't like it.
I didn't see a wedding band. So theres No need
for sweating man,
your heated up for no reason.
A oven with empty pans.
That tough stuffs not in season,
don't let summer be in your plans.
Cuzbnot only do I have silver tongue.
I also happen to have hands.
Plus a few of my mans
attend the show for insurance.
Don't mess your night up
cause of an incorrect inference.
We stopped and stared each other down.
I was waiting for him to swing,
instead he looked at his girl and said
baby get your things.
They walked away while I was thinking.
Why brother can't ever act right.
Two men fighting over felines
that's the real definition of a cat fight.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #6 "7Days (from Zoetry)"
It's 7 days until your arrival.
But some how I don't feel complete.
Sitting here wondering what ur expectations
of a good father will be and if i'll compete.
When u sleep and I watch you. Will you feel the admiration?
It only took God a week to create the perfect imperfection.
Probably took me 7 second to see that u would be a girl.
So I know what the Lord felt like after making this blessing.
And his reasons why he decided to make you my world.
I needed something to watch over. Something to live for,
like loss prevention, I plan to protect you from whatevers in store.
I am sure that you are more than a road to redemption.
You are the only period in my life's run on sentence.
As your stories being written. I realize I hold the pen.
In forming you description, when thinking of the perfect man.
So I will never lie to you, And try my best not to sin.
Be the rock to hold you down as you are ruffled by the wind.
Zoë you will be the trophy for the best man to win.
As u grow in your mothers stomach i often wonder what makes u kick.
I think about what makes u switch positions
everytime I place my hand on your prison.
I've made it my mission to help u find peace
in this world of indecision.
But your light will be determined by ur position
in society's prism.
I want to listen to your rendition of love.
Knowing that I will be the muse.
And I'll be happy when u say daddy no matter what the news.
(To Be Completed)
But some how I don't feel complete.
Sitting here wondering what ur expectations
of a good father will be and if i'll compete.
When u sleep and I watch you. Will you feel the admiration?
It only took God a week to create the perfect imperfection.
Probably took me 7 second to see that u would be a girl.
So I know what the Lord felt like after making this blessing.
And his reasons why he decided to make you my world.
I needed something to watch over. Something to live for,
like loss prevention, I plan to protect you from whatevers in store.
I am sure that you are more than a road to redemption.
You are the only period in my life's run on sentence.
As your stories being written. I realize I hold the pen.
In forming you description, when thinking of the perfect man.
So I will never lie to you, And try my best not to sin.
Be the rock to hold you down as you are ruffled by the wind.
Zoë you will be the trophy for the best man to win.
As u grow in your mothers stomach i often wonder what makes u kick.
I think about what makes u switch positions
everytime I place my hand on your prison.
I've made it my mission to help u find peace
in this world of indecision.
But your light will be determined by ur position
in society's prism.
I want to listen to your rendition of love.
Knowing that I will be the muse.
And I'll be happy when u say daddy no matter what the news.
(To Be Completed)
#NaPoWriMo Entry #5 "Real Man"
Men...
We were truly made in Gods image.
You can see the resemblance in our ability to take a fathers premiss.
You can recognize the divinity by the minutes
we spend with our children.
We can be selfish, create life then leave it to it's own blemish
or we can raise that life with love
and distribute our own wisdom.
Being black make this harder. We constantly dodge prison,
and the stereotype of a black father, leaves an expectation of something missin.
We plant the seed and we're finished. And the trees we've implemented
into this world may grow crooked
but through our hands they are minted.
We were meant to watch over our creations.
Some men have untended plantations.
Abandon their crop, so the field
is filled with flocks of wild vegetation.
Vines wrapping around poles, rain dancing is their occupation.
Counting on the daddies they never had
to supply the monetary irrigation.
Grew up with piss poor demonstrations. our presence
was missed more in the last generation.
So how do we stop the dissenegration of able fathers in this nation.
We were truly made in Gods image.
You can see the resemblance in our ability to take a fathers premiss.
You can recognize the divinity by the minutes
we spend with our children.
We can be selfish, create life then leave it to it's own blemish
or we can raise that life with love
and distribute our own wisdom.
Being black make this harder. We constantly dodge prison,
and the stereotype of a black father, leaves an expectation of something missin.
We plant the seed and we're finished. And the trees we've implemented
into this world may grow crooked
but through our hands they are minted.
We were meant to watch over our creations.
Some men have untended plantations.
Abandon their crop, so the field
is filled with flocks of wild vegetation.
Vines wrapping around poles, rain dancing is their occupation.
Counting on the daddies they never had
to supply the monetary irrigation.
Grew up with piss poor demonstrations. our presence
was missed more in the last generation.
So how do we stop the dissenegration of able fathers in this nation.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
#NaPoWriMo Entry #4 "The Apology Letter"
Ok so, I had to have a disclaimer to this... One because the story is hilarious and two because I feel like I'm a beast at writing in general (not just poems). Hahaha, Check me out tho... This piece is a REAL LETTER... delievered to a REAL PERSON... expressing a REAL APOLOGY, from Me. And after you're done reading it... Would you forgive me? (details have been changed to protect the victim and MY JOB) lol
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Ms. CleveVan,
If you would… allow me to start by saying… it is completely unacceptable; uncompromisingly rude to engage in an argument in the middle of the night while people are trying to sleep. Second, please accept my deepest apologies. And I say those words with the utmost sincerity Ms. CleveVan. Your experiences with hotels have been a reoccurring nightmare that you can’t ever have because some loud, obnoxious, young idiot is outside carrying on a conversation about how he can’t sleep!!!
My name is Lance “The Idiot” Newman and last night I disturbed your rest. I see you come in month after month, always carrying late hours and long shifts on your shoulders. Always worn down and upset because not only are you dealing with personal, social, and work place issues, but you have to get the same (if not worse) crap from the ONE place that’s supposed to be a home away from home.
I’m writing this letter, because I’m embarrassed. And my shame beckons me to act upon my stupidity. Somehow soften the blow that my absentmindedness struck. This is in no way an attempt to keep from reprimanding. I’ve informed my superiors about the situation and I will be dealing with the consequence most defiantly.
I’ve been at the receiving end of your complaints with travel lodging. And I hate the fact that I’ve become the very thing you escaped from with the other hotel. This is on behalf on me, Ms. CleveVan. I speak for myself and take total responsibility for my actions. I am simply trying to say sorry in the most formal way I know how.
Even so, I know my words fall on tired eyes and my actions fall on last nerves. Please accept my apology Ms. CleveVan … I have heard of your constant torment when it comes to these types of things and the last thing I wanted to be was the tormentor. Forgive me.
Deepest regret and apologies
Lance G. Newman
[Again I’d like to state that this letter is on behalf of myself(Lance G. Newman), Ms. Van Cleve and in no way reflects the actions, beliefs, or practices of the Hbrand or Hotels.]
Thank You for your time.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
#NaPoWriMo Entry #3 "Big (Brother) Top"
I am I the only one watching the GOP circus candidacy.
Or are y'all completely oblivious to this congressional calamity.
Theres a great show going on for you under the Big Wigs canope.
Where Newt and Mitt are counting on your ignorance to elect their insanity.
Candidly they spit rhetoric of what this land should be
while standing on two white elephant. Slinging mud randomly.
So far all the clowns have dropped out.
They never had a chance in my mind.
Cain whistled at too many white women
and Perry couldn't remember his lines.
Paul was high as hell
if he thought they were gonna let him touch the hill.
And Santorum blew his wheel,
with the whole 'blahck' people deal.
So while they juggle and give kids nightmares.
I'm looking at Rich Romeny and Gingrich white hair
plus all the republicans in the room.
Like y'all gon stand behind that wing right there?
I mean just because it's right there, doesn't mean it's all quite fair.
Two guys paying less taxes then the average American is quite rare.
Newt keeps sayin classical America, back when the blacks stayed out there.
And since Romeny has all the money his one percent will persevere.
The economic storm that has us lost and searching for a career.
will soon pass as long as we let Obama stay and commendeer.
And i don't even care that he's black.
I'm sittin here backing up his missions.
Like the push for a flat tax, so the rich dont become the richest.
And since im a student i like the fact,
that hes lowering interest rates on tuition.
Because it's cost me $20,000 in debt
to be taught how to go fishin.
Did u know 35% of ur income goes to taxes?
while a millionaire pays 15... No wonder they're so laxed....
Or are y'all completely oblivious to this congressional calamity.
Theres a great show going on for you under the Big Wigs canope.
Where Newt and Mitt are counting on your ignorance to elect their insanity.
Candidly they spit rhetoric of what this land should be
while standing on two white elephant. Slinging mud randomly.
So far all the clowns have dropped out.
They never had a chance in my mind.
Cain whistled at too many white women
and Perry couldn't remember his lines.
Paul was high as hell
if he thought they were gonna let him touch the hill.
And Santorum blew his wheel,
with the whole 'blahck' people deal.
So while they juggle and give kids nightmares.
I'm looking at Rich Romeny and Gingrich white hair
plus all the republicans in the room.
Like y'all gon stand behind that wing right there?
I mean just because it's right there, doesn't mean it's all quite fair.
Two guys paying less taxes then the average American is quite rare.
Newt keeps sayin classical America, back when the blacks stayed out there.
And since Romeny has all the money his one percent will persevere.
The economic storm that has us lost and searching for a career.
will soon pass as long as we let Obama stay and commendeer.
And i don't even care that he's black.
I'm sittin here backing up his missions.
Like the push for a flat tax, so the rich dont become the richest.
And since im a student i like the fact,
that hes lowering interest rates on tuition.
Because it's cost me $20,000 in debt
to be taught how to go fishin.
Did u know 35% of ur income goes to taxes?
while a millionaire pays 15... No wonder they're so laxed....
#NaWriPoMo Entry #2 "Hiakus"
[]
Watching a love comedy,
with my future,
Lust continues to call.
[]
I'ma piece of ship
Claimed I had too many holes,
as we sink in Love
[]
More and Morman try
to wipe the mark of Cain of them.
Don't Vote Romney
[]
It's, it's a baby.
It's a girl, she's a blessing,
She's, she's my baby
[]
said she couldn't see me
loving her in that way.
A dog led.... a stray
Watching a love comedy,
with my future,
Lust continues to call.
[]
I'ma piece of ship
Claimed I had too many holes,
as we sink in Love
[]
More and Morman try
to wipe the mark of Cain of them.
Don't Vote Romney
[]
It's, it's a baby.
It's a girl, she's a blessing,
She's, she's my baby
[]
said she couldn't see me
loving her in that way.
A dog led.... a stray
#NaPoWriMo Entry #1 "Numbers Game"
Her: I'm looking for the right 1...
Me: We all need to find that 1 and become 2
until 1 gets bored and gets a 3rd party.
Her: If 1 gets bored it should let 2 know,
before it starts adding with 3.
Me: Yea, but 2's been there since 0,
2 has his heart and the 3 can't even begin
to divide into either of them.
Her: So why is 3 there?
Me: Because a man has 1 thing,
and that 1 thing has a mind of it's own.
Plus 1 divides into any number.
Her: A man needs 2 things
respect and self control.
Me: Easy to say coming from a 2,
A number that can only be divided evenly.
Her: 1 needs to realize
when it has a good 2.
Me: And 2 needs to realize the math doesn't always workout,
But if you already got the answer
You can always erase and start over
Her: ok, ur right....
Me: We all need to find that 1 and become 2
until 1 gets bored and gets a 3rd party.
Her: If 1 gets bored it should let 2 know,
before it starts adding with 3.
Me: Yea, but 2's been there since 0,
2 has his heart and the 3 can't even begin
to divide into either of them.
Her: So why is 3 there?
Me: Because a man has 1 thing,
and that 1 thing has a mind of it's own.
Plus 1 divides into any number.
Her: A man needs 2 things
respect and self control.
Me: Easy to say coming from a 2,
A number that can only be divided evenly.
Her: 1 needs to realize
when it has a good 2.
Me: And 2 needs to realize the math doesn't always workout,
But if you already got the answer
You can always erase and start over
Her: ok, ur right....
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