Redundancy

Stay

The story is

The million dollar profits

and ravaged and razed souls in the cemetery

are part of different stories.

Much like a cart and an ox

Used up and left for dead

but they the only option

The pathways to heaven are large

but they’re narrowed by the funnels

and called tunnel, opportunities.

 

 

I command respect from the masses

half playing half serious like Cassius

For every dollar made

A punch to the heart exclaimed.

Criticisms of modern history

Lay blowing in the wind

Its much too long a story

More than a several handlers

Led to where it lies now

But you just see it with the wind

Like that is the only option

Like thats the way it should be

Has to be

 

 

I recline to chill

retrospection on introspection

leaves me cheesing

smiles that were previously stolen from me

 

 

As I inhale

A breath is stolen

A brain wrinkles

As a heart sinks

 

 

Pass the rifle

BLAH BLAH bourgeois

It’s time to roll out

out of bed

hearing stories of the dead

opportunities are wasted

Its because of the hatred

The underlying gimmick is the huge roll of linen

enormous in size

the only thing in sight

all cut from the same cloth.

Lies of amber grain

Pies of propaganda

For every ball hit off that bat

Another fallen soldier

Street Disciple

Philosophical gangster

Too many thoughts

they deviate from reality

So he’s lost until the world finds him

Until each track is laid until the end of days

Centers of vanity and distraction

Filler

Fluff

Than the meat comes in

Emptied out and candy coated.

Sophrosyne

I want to own a restaurant,

a haven for the hungry,

somewhere urban.

Three stories with only the 1st being open to the public.

Floors of hardwood,

Every seat, every table will be unique,

same with the chandeliers,

something you have never seen.

Beautifully painted walls,

Beautiful paintings hung on each.

 

Penthouse space on the top floor,

housing only the essentials.

Hallways housing my expressions.

 

Utopia on the second.

Each room a different ambiance,

filled with cultivated individuals,

filled with conflicting ideologies.

Peace like there never was violence

A paradise for The Forgotten

Destination for The Driven  

Where the essence has finally met its existence

Where the universe is run by the rulers of the horizons

Success is valued,

as value is success.

Temple for the mind and the body,

Soldiers of serenity.

 

Ropes yanked to Brooklyn

20:17 Sophrosyne Ave.

 

Maybe one day,

when I’m a better man,

when what has been 

found has been lost,

I’ll own a haven for the hungry.

Dear Diary: Stream of Consciousness Yeezus Poetry

Close your eyes
Imagine that court with Iverson,
Those crosses, and points by the pint
That’s like moi with the rhymes.
She turned 18, I hit it that night.
Oh that rape culture strong with guy
But I’m just a product of my environment.
Rapes and homicides and dishonesty on television;
Indifference and cheers with the audiences.
We hoppin’ fences just to get to this
Well I’m scared of this, I’m not scared to say it, I’m scared of this.
Trash can filled with society’s bullshit
Bucket of mediocrity
Tryna change shit
They patronize it
The patronize you
They expecting you to talk that patrón shit
Well we expectin’ excellence
And we gon get it
Well we expectin’ perfection
What we expectin’ is dangerous
What we expectin’ is trouble
So question is are you ready,
For ain’t goin’ steady,
For ain’t lyin’ no more
We ain’t prayin no more
We takin’ matters in our own hands, words straight to the core.
Jaws are floor-ed,
Disappointment rampant
But I say that like they never been!
They always were.
They always will be.
Let’s shock the world together.
Let’s bow down to no man.
Let’s do away with violence.
Let’s do away with dishonesty.
Let’s do away with this ignorant shit.
Let’s bring on this calamity.
The floors are randy with this texture,
So much character,
So much depth,
Can’t control me,
Don’t destroy me.
Screams are heard:
Laughter or massacre?
Who gives a fuck?
Let’s run away forever
Let’s get that Lambo
Let’s get on top of the world
Ants’ actions too ambiguous to be decisive,
Leave them hangin’
Blood on the leaves,
Can’t read the tea leaves
Can’t steep, drink that new world water.

Dear Diary: Poetry at 2:?? AM

How come every rapper keeps telling me how much money they have in their bank account,

How come every r&b singer is telling me about how much they drank last night,

How come every country singer is telling me about that one that got away,

How come every time I turn on the radio in the morning they discuss a bunch of non-issues and in the afternoon a bunch of fallacies are dropped via melody,

How come they ask for money but don’t tell me how it’s being spent,

Guilt tripping me to get a check to help out some cause when a bigger one is sitting right next to it,

How come the king of kings and queen of queens take time off from change to promise change is coming and when it doesn’t come they make the same hollow promise and fail on yet another occasion,

Vicious circles of despair relying on each pawn to relay back a bunch of fallacies via oration and stubbed action,

Echoes of wilderness in times of sinister detriment allow the world to revolve in place, idle chaos, keep the sane at bay and the insane grounded in place.

Let’s Get Taken Away

Walking around aimlessly,

Pacing back and forth,

Best dreams are when I die.

Let’s get taken away.

 

Met this woman,

She told me she did it her way,

Wasn’t into being other’s property,

She was down for the cause,

An enlightened one,

She told me her best dreams are when she dies.

Let’s get taken away.

 

It’s all big words and no clothes,

Thinking up rules just to break them,

Peace time just before fight time,

Romeo and Juliet, more like Satan and God,

But only in the best way possible.

No one dreams just to have it wither away,

But we live just to die, to wither away.

Let’s get taken away.

Last Leg

The four walls looking mighty beautiful,

With the world coming to an end,

Don’t enter the den if you can’t fend off the lion.

 

The clock keeps ticking but you ain’t ready.

It doesn’t care.

Thats its job, to not care

Keeps doing what its doing

Keep doing what you’re doing

Thats your job.

 

Intersection turned center of collision

Colossal conflict meets devastating ends

Eaten alive from the inside out

Prison guards settling

Turn the world inside out

Guts wrenching in the sunlight

Rainy days leave them inverted

Darkness prevails

Gold everywhere

But lone child isolated

The nature of the beast is vicious.

 

Walls closing in, will they snap on contact?

Open up to new realms

Or, crush the dream of the one legged?

Creativity

Creativity,

The thread of humanity,

Never wrong nor right,

Just beautiful,

Divergent thought,

Originality,

Rethinking what one thinks.

Effortlessly, cathartically,

Strums the pain away,

Sighs of relief,

Flames are burning,

Desire is challenge,

Music is the expressway,

Leaving negativity by the wayside.

2013 America

America suffers from little man syndrome,
It’s not humane,
It’s time to stop being the little brother,
Not big brother, but older brother,
Don’t operate from fear, but from love,
Build bridges, not walls with our neighbors.

Fuck society,
Fuck constructs, and construct,
Build and invest, not buy in excess,
No more with a call to arms,
How about a call to the soul,
No more coddling, but trust another.

Guns are to maintain the peace,
The words of Australia are violence,
Comedians tell the truth,
The anchors lie,
The banks steal,
The people fall victim,
One size does not fit all,
All does fit in one,
The government gets payed to lie,
The people lie to get payed,
The country is at its end,
The country is at its beginning.

Countries, nations, states,
Blacks, whites, browns,
Democrats, Republicans, Libertarians,
VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE!!!!!!

When I Was Thirteen I Had Dreams

I wanna teach,
I wanna design schools,
I wanna get a van and just go,
I wanna walk from Dallas to NYC,
I wanna skydive,
I wanna travel by sea in cardboard box,
I wanna do everything,
I wanna live.