…Passion it always starts with the passion… We live our lives sonnet-like, Strict rigid reserved She is a quick kick of free verse. Flashback Morning amnesia fades…. Last thought while walking away… "Are we really the bad guys?" Flashback A long embrace, arms are anacondas squeezing the breath out of this moment. One last … Continue reading Flashbacks
Who made the open mic a slam? The artists say the host. The hosts say the audience. The audience says the promoters. The promoters say the venue. But the venue just wants to be paid. The promoters just want to fill the room. The audience just wants to be entertained. The host just wants to … Continue reading Who Made the Open Mic a Slam?
Dear Universe, Sometimes you are called God; All-knowing presence ever-present, Sharing insight and guiding our path. God, I could use a trail clearly marked. Footsteps to place feet into. Direction, a compass, coordinates for success; My own personal destiny to manifest. Dear God, Sometimes referred to as Universal Power; the vast opening, the grand vapidness, … Continue reading The Descent to Genius – Chapter 1: Seeking the Help of Something Greater than Thou.
A simple "pardon me" would have been nice As you bumped your way to heaven. Showing up at the gates Before anyone saw your invitation. Never too soon or too late, Always on "God's time". Sometimes God's time feels like unfair Like fate made a clutch deal Made off with the jewels and we left … Continue reading For Immortals That Live On Soundcloud
I kept telling myself to write it. It's just a poem. It's just a poem that I need to write. Just like I was just a kid. Just a kid sitting in the bus station. Late at night in the early morning I was just a passenger waiting for a ride. Just some teen. Like … Continue reading The Poem I Didn’t Want To Write
I was made is southeast. Raised in southeast, Worked hard, got a job, and get paid in southeast. Been shy, met women, and got laid in southeast, Spit flows at rap shows and face shade in southeast. I stay southeast. Even when out of town, They see the way I rock my crown and they … Continue reading Coming From Where I’m From – Extended Verse
I. When reading a sentence, what voice do you use? Does that voice change when the character is revealed to be Black? see also Latino, see also Asian, see also any culture often caricatured, see also young, see also gay, see also anything you may not be. II. Innocence dripped from the edge of… … Continue reading Human Aptitude Test Examples
My hands still smell like gasoline. You said that every night with me is like Las Vegas Color me neon glow flattered With a smile like phosphorous And enough attraction to make you forget the rest of the world. Whatever happens with Vegas; Stays with Vegas. You’ve rode along my streets. Known me to strip … Continue reading Viva Las Vegas
Paint me beautiful. My favorite muse, I’d be remiss to miss this opportunity miss To inspire you to create. Paint this body in your image, These curves unfurl into hips and legs, These places hidden to the naked eye. Paint me golden rod sunset, With streams of light beaming. Make me shine at night; Allow … Continue reading Paint Me Beautiful
Twist for the proper title… If I ignored the passion I feel for you And settled for being a friend I would die from lack of proper title, And never see you again. __________________________________________________________________ Would you like to dance? Your hand fits perfectly in mine, Our slide step is magical, All you have to do … Continue reading Would You Like to Dance