I Love You

Posted on by under Love & Relationships, Poetry

I love you

There I said it

Thinking about how I love you makes me feel like Shakespeare

Oh how I love thee, let me count the ways

I love you like a tight verse loves a sick beat

I love you in pieces of my heart and soul that I didn’t know existed before

I love you in ways and for reasons I can’t fully express in words

And I’m a writer!

You run through my thoughts like they’re marathons

I love you on any day that ends with a Y

Loving you gives me wings but puts a pain in my heart

So I don’t know if I’m flying or dying

Maybe I’m doing a little but of both

Because without this love I feel like I’m heading for the grave

I love you like I love you, that’s all that should matter

Yeah, I love you

There, I said it

But now that I said it, what do we do next?

I Am a Poet!

Posted on by under Poetry

(Part 1)

I am a poet!

I’m the last frontier for freedom of expression

I’m like the North Star, giving lost souls a sense of direction

I am a poet!

I’m not here to save your soul from your wicked ways

I just rhyme words and have your neurons firing for 3 days

I am a poet!

This ain’t a hobby, its more like a way of life

Without it, I’d fall on my own sword, take my own life

I am a poet!

Whoever said a poet couldn’t have tremendous swag

I walk around with comp notebooks inside my Gucci bag!

(Part 2)

I am a poet!

My weapon of choice is my mouth or a pen

Step up and I’ll bring your life to a swift end

I am a poet!

I don’t do this here for glory or fame

But to show the world that we’re not the same

I am a poet!

Your vocabulary can’t compare to my vernacular

Everyday, I thank God for a gift so spectacular

I am a poet!

A poet is what a poet does

I rhyme words and do it just because

I am a poet!

(Part 3)

I am a poet!

I’m the new age version of the old school storyteller

I paint pictures with a pen like Norman Mailer

I am a poet!

Lyrical expression is my life, you treat it like a hobby

That’s why my talent’s on the top floor, yours is in the lobby

I am a poet!

My spirit is a part of this, that’s why I get spiritual

But I get my hymns from Him, so it’s not me but He that’s lyrical

I’m not a miracle, I’m a Heaven sent instrument because

I am a poet!

How

Posted on by under Love & Relationships, Poetry

How can I care for you so much yet know you so little

I wanna go all the way, will you meet me in the middle

How do we blend our two lives into just one

And continue to grow like a plant towards the sun

How d I say “I love you” without sounding obsessed

How do I say “I miss you” without sounding depressed

How can I not sound like a crazy bum

When I say I’ve had dreams of you having my son

How can the love we have stay on my mind

When we seem to fight all the time

How do I preserve us without sacrificing me

How can we stay together when you wanna be free

How doe this work, us fighting and loving

You wanting to leave, I want a bun in the oven

So how do we move on from here

You’re killing me softly and I’m all out of tears

History

Posted on by under Piss Off the World, Poetry

History is my story, my story is our story

Not from New York, but I’m a Yankee like Joe Torre

You see, history is written by the one that won

And ain’t it funny it all involves a white man and a gun

Or a white man and some form of mass destruction and vast corruption

Whatever happened to the ones that did the suffering

And that my friends is our story

History is my story, my story is our story

I need to know my past and y’all will not ignore me

I’m the descendant of Indian chiefs and West African kings

And I’m deserving of all the respect holding those positions brings

But instead I’m harassed and treated like a second class citizen

And that my friend is how the story goes

History is my story, my story is our story

We’re the seeds of God, all this violence is real boring

Dr. King had a dream that we could live together, no matter creed or color

But the dream became the living nightmare of us warring with one another

Why does color matter, we’re all the same on the inside

We were born the same way, bleed the same color, and in the end we’re all gonna die

But the difference is the legacy we leave behind

And that is the true meaning of history

Have You Been Tested?

Posted on by under Poetry

Say what nigga, you want me to suck your dick

You to late this time, that last dude was my last trick

I want to be pretty like them other chicks

I been pimped, played and pushed and now I’m regretting it

What you want with a bitch like me anyway, I ain’t nothing you see

I’m just out here trying to get my fuck on and get back on my luck

You may be my dream man and take care of me

I was taken away from my mama at the age of three

You see she and her mama’s mama’s mama’s mama was just like me

All thrown away by this racist society

Look at me and tell me what do you see

An old dried up trick trying to get that bread from you

Tell me what you see daddy

Do you see your mama, your daughter or perhaps your auntie

Well I am her now what you gonna do

Just bend me over and get this pussy until I’m through

Because that’s all you want anyway

Not some strong black queen with nigga dreams of bused cracked up seems

I’m gone suck you good so you don’t misunderstood my motives and my attentions

Now that we done I hope it was fun, but you just wait and see

I don’t mean to sound blunt, but yo I got HIV

Four Letters, One Emotion

Posted on by under Poetry

Four letters, one emotion, infinite power

Power to make mountains out of mole hills, make heroes out of cowards

They say Red Bull gives you wings but I tend to disagree

If you have love in your life, you’ll truly be set free

We pay homage to bullshit, perpetrate like it matters

But when you recognize what’s real, all illusions will shatter

This doesn’t solely to infatuation, but love of any type

Like the love one has for their family or how I love to write

Four letters, one emotion, the strongest of them all

Can bring a giant to his knees, make the strongest man fall

Love’s a four letter word like shit and fuck

But its the driving force in our lives, far ahead of luck

Because life can be empty without that four letter word

It’s absence can make you drop like a stone, it’s presence can make you fly like a bird

F*** You

Posted on by under Poetry

You know what, f*** you

F*** you from the bottom of my heart

F*** you sideways, backwards and upside down

F*** you, f*** your couch, f*** your life

F*** your feelings, f*** your opinion, f*** your authority

F*** you and that bulls*** you be talking

F*** you, you half-dead motherf***er

You think you know but f*** you, you have no idea

I’m like rubber, you’e like glue, whatever you say bounces off me so f*** you

F*** you, f*** you and f*** you, who’s next

I don’t know what the f*** you talking about so f*** you

Every time I see you, all I wanna say is “F*** you”

I feel like fireballs should be coming out my hands when I scream, “F*** YOU!”

All I’m serving is f*** you with a side of kiss my a**

So f*** you, f*** you, f*** you, you’re cool and f*** you

I’m out

Fuck the World

Posted on by under Poetry

Fuck the world, I must be cursed

I’m having visions of leaving here in a hearse

Or living in a jail cell, to me its al the same hell

Everyone is looking at like I was born to fail

I know y’al hate me, I can’t stand your ass too

What do you know about the shit I go through

Can’t go out in public without catching mean mugs

Cops following me around like I’m some kind of thug

I couldn’t be a thug if you gave me a handbook

I sip lattes and write verses in comp notebooks

I rock argyle sweaters, fitted Tees and Dunk SBs

So you’re telling me that’s what the hood’s wearing

Come on now, you gotta be joking

Or maybe its that shit you smoking

Now jobs are scarce and money is getting low

Sometimes I feel like I can’t do this no more

On me the world keeps shitting, my name should be Toilet Bowl

Feel like I’m playing limbo, y’all wanna see how low I’ll go

That’s why I’m screaming “Fuck the world” because the world’s trying to fuck me

You want me six feet under but I ain’t going that easy

Exiled

Posted on by under Poetry

My third eye is black and blue from battling you

And everybody wonders why I act so rude

Please understand that is just my attitude

I’m focused on trying to change my financial altitude

But it feels like I’m exiled, gotta get my mind right

Wanna see the sunrise, I’m tired of this endless night

Trapped in the Matrix, don’t know which way to go

Looking ‘round for Morpheus, guess that makes me Neo

Even though I know I’m no hero

Just a man with no plan, trying to avoid evil

Wrong turns and pitfalls, I pray I’ll get past them all

The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated

So I take time to thank God because I’m gonna make it

Ego Trippin’ and You Know the Reason Why (Yeah, I Rewrote Nikki Giovanni. Sue Me…)

Posted on by under In the Words of Another..., Poetry

My mom gave birth to me in a tornado

My familial features inspired the Sphinx

I’m so fly, that when I walk in a room

Even the brightest star must bow

Yeah, I’m that bad

I sit on a throne and drink sweet nectar with Allah

When I’m hot, I start ice ages

I use monsoons to quench my thirst

My first love was Nefertiti

The tears she shed over our breakup formed the Nile

I am the original man

My piercing gaze burned down a forest and made the Sahara Desert

With a two-piece from Popeye’s and a bottle of Vitamin Water

I crossed it in under an hour

Like a gazelle, I’m so swift

I move too quick for you to see me

For a birthday present when I turned three

My mother gave me an elephant

I gave her Rome for Mother’s Day

Through me, her strength flows on

My brother Noah built an ark and I stood proudly at the helm

As we sailed on a soft summer’s day

I looked at my reflection on the water and saw Jesus

That’s why men intome my loving name and offer me all praises

For I am the one that saves

I grow diamonds in my backyard

Right next to the platinum

The trimmings from my beard are semi-precious jewels

On a trip up north, I caught a nasty flu

My runny nose gave oil to the world

I’m so fly, even my errors are correct

I flew east to head west and bless the world as I went

It’s that my fingerprints left gold on at least five continents

I’m so perfect, so divine, unbelievable yet so real

I can’t be comprehended without my expressed permission

Like I said, I’m fly

Just call me “Bird in the Sky”