I am a poet so I could just write away the stress

May 21, 2009 at 1:10 pm (african american art, african american history, anxiety help, black authors, def jam poetry, hip hop, poetry, rap, reading aloud, self help, slam, slam poetry, Uncategorized)

somebody ever stress you out so bad that you can’t do your job, your normal function you just feel like depressed and angry and more mad at yourself for letting this sucka put you in this position

hear feel me if i could work my dream job i would work as an apprentice with jesse james let him teach me how to cut and shape metal build cars and motorcyles

then i would build bikes and cars and just cut the tops off just cause i could and if anybody had even an iotem to say about it i would tell them to eat a rock

sorry i went off on a tanget but pick this up i’m not on some violence tip but im so mad if i had a brick i would definitely….here check this out i wish i had a foam brick then i could have hit him in the face and he wouldn’t really be hurt i could have got a good laugh out of the deal…

sorry that was me on my confused soapbox here is the poem i promise it will make your day and take away some of your stress…

put the darn brick down sheesh!

I’m pissed

 Sometimes the only way to change minds is to be so forward so aggressive
So passionate so drastic so caustic so weapon wielding fierce so loud
That they cant help but hear us

 Then there is the chance that these guys that we throw rocks at from the nosebleed seats
Really are not worth our effort
 I’m going to buy a stadium big as the roman theater

Forgive me mom but I’m sick of being held down by the neck

 These suckas got to show me some respect or I’m going to burn the building down
And that’s not a threat that’s me being repressed
I’m stressed
And I cant see a way out of this mess

 I’m a poet
 So here I’m going to add flowers
Here is a field full of Iris in the early dawn
Dew drops on her back smell like ripe pear nectar
 An my chest feels like its caving in and the only way to save it then
 Is to relieve the pressure like a cool autum breeze
Write when the air turns brisk and the evening comes

But the darkness has yet to arrive
And the kids play in the leaves
And I’m trying to paint a picture but I never been an artist
 Give me the chance to describe the yellows and the blues
And the light of the shade and the darkness of the rain
But its so refreshing it is God’s blessing
In the form of a life lesson
And I am is and  was
but I’m not so let the stress cook

In the piping hot boiling pot
 And I’ll have  a stew a soup for the soul
A moment to lie awake in the mold of life
And it can be molded into whatever you like
And I just want the hills and the bridge and the park

So I will get the hills and the bridge and the park

I am after all
I am a poet so I could just write away the stress
And let them know in the quiet of words written
That they have once again been belligerently smitten

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taking the steps

April 13, 2009 at 4:42 pm (hip hop, poetry, rap, slam poetry)
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here is my latest and greatest…enjoy

 

 

Taking the Steps

 

Water into steam there is no escape only pressure

I’m doing my best to create

But I’m not sure that I can always come up to the level

I wander if I fed my mind the right foods

Or am I compromised by malnutrition

Sometimes I stop and listen to the healthful words

The same ears that hear scripture can take in the perverse

The same tounge that can pronounce and expound the depths of prose

Seems to be tangle in the rain forest depths of rage and curse

 

So I step back and try to really evaluate the situation

I want to write poetry full time make that an occupation

No one wants to pay to read words written by unlettered men

But as far as I’m concerned I’m a poetic veteran

I mean every part of my being every fiber in my soul drives me to write

And where I seem to be lacking I asked God for insight

And I seek out the knowledge really devour a textbook

Insight and wisdom seem to come in a texture

The depths of which are only part of my lecture

 

I knew that I would be doing something different

 when I used to rap with my friends

We could all make rhymes but mine would never end

I thought something was wrong

I wanted to go on and on

I didn’t want to limit my freestyle to a 3 min song

And now I’m checking myself everyday for the proof

Am I really a poet or just quite a loof

The only way to know is to come off the stoop

Start writing down my lyrics straight off the roof

I got some pain and some losses I might not recoup

Slam poetry for the people they all want a def jam

Personaly im just trying to help by taking the steps man

end

I want to leave you with some Erica Badu I have always love her style you know. My wife sais i got poor taste cause I like Fergi too. Thats ok you like who you like right? Here is Erica Badu at a poetry slam

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Detroit Public Schools Black History Month

April 1, 2009 at 6:46 pm (black history, civil rights, def jam poetry, hip hop, poetry, rap, slam, slam poetry)
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Detroit Public School – Black History Month

 

Close the doors and pull down the shades

It’s February again and the teacher has some words to exchange

She wants to know – What do I know about black history?

And then if it’s not much

she is going to put us back in touch

But she’s in a rush

cause she’s only got an hour and she needs to say so much

 

Its hard to believe but at the tender age

The time when I’m so easily influenced

She wants me to know the past

so that it can always influence

Whatever it is that I’m doing

She wants me to find a dream and pursue it

 

Hold my head up high and have some respect for myself

“the knowledge that you receive is a weapon itself”

And just like a soldier moving in stealth the underground railroad

Never got away from myself

 

I know that a book is a tool

That lays ignorance and cowardice to waste

A book is a mode of travel to get you out a bad place

A pen and pad are like a sword and shield

Or more like brick and mortar

And I’m ready to build

 

Please don’t find me to heavy I did this all for you

put my mind and my sanity on the line all for you

I use to write in the dark now I write in the light

And fight so hard to make sure that I’m doing it right

 

And I’m making the rules so even if I’m breaking the rules

I feel that I should have the first right to refuse

To do anything other than to be black and die

Instead I just get up of my little cot my little pity spot

 

And I stand or I sit

I ran or I writ or I wrote

That even if I’m no politico

I know that it was important

For people to die to vote or to be put into jails

Prison in such

 for refusing to touch

 or enroll in the militias and such

 

Please soujourn soujorner

 and win for these losers

And if you can do it under pressure

 then I will accept

The first right of refusal

 

The right to defy

Those who deny

That I can say what I want

In the way that write

 

Just as long as my song shows that It came with a gift

I used the powers of good and I came to uplift

 

So in that moment in time in the back of my mind

I’m thinking about the movie as she’s pressing rewind

And I’m trying to find

the love for mankind

 

As I’m not sure if she showed me my soul

or the twoness of it

If I could march like a King

Am I Fredrick Douglass  

Could I be one of the Pantha’s brothers

 

I’m so conflicted  by this point in the lesson

Yet she is steadily pressing

 me to answer some questions

Will you fulfill a destiny fore written in failure?

Or will you write your own story and drop it in a mailer?….

 

What was I supposed to tell her?

What would you have told her

Fall off into mediocrity and hear her every day for 15 years

standing over my shoulder

Now I’m getting these words off my chest and they feel bigger than boulders

But this is the only way that I can see to give

Her efforts some closure

 

end

since writing this poem i have to shed light on a sad situation

someone took a picture of a dps book depository http://www.flickr.com/photos/tedguy49/312196513/in/photostream/

i don’t know how accurate this is i am not a journalist but this is heart rending i’m going to see if i can post the picture below

dps books

dps books

 

i hope this isn’t true ya’ll hit me up and say it isn’t so

 

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fuel for the fire

March 2, 2009 at 7:04 pm (def jam poetry, hip hop, rap, slam, slam poetry, Uncategorized)
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image_037even a sucker can sometimes slip the jab
a champ can fall but he’s looking for the rematch

and me i’m just trying to climb i keep pitching dimes in a 5 gallon bucket
you know how many times i wanted to just walk away and say forget it

i’m not going to quit
i got the soul of a soldier the heart of a champion
i got a little swagger that i keep on the side
and i’m fly on the streets like a superhero

don’t be mad at me just get out the way before you casually become
a part of the apathy

then there is the small fact of this
me being me is me acting like an activist

because i’m actively against everything and nothing at all
and i cant wait for the top to fall

i’m trying my best to swing at those on the top
but i’m so low on the totem pole that i’m buried underground
i’m an iceberg and my heat is nowhere to be found
so i must recover but i’m so cold that i’m staying under covers
or should i say quilts i cant see the top i need stilts
and from the foundation is how the house is built
so i’m starting on the bottom and making it strong

by the time i reach the top ill have the whole house singing my song
this is a lesson watch the one counted out come out of the depression
with all the energy that he is currently supressing
and please dont be suprise when i use these works to fuel my agression

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2009 positive economy

February 25, 2009 at 1:07 pm (african american art, african american history, black authors, civil rights, def jam poetry, hip hop, poetry, rap, slam, slam poetry)
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I just want to keep things positive on
I can honestly see a bright side in this economy….

Economy

It’s like trying to come from underwater,
where there is no air

Trying to breath in trying times
The financial hardship comes out in my rhymes
The truth is I’m doing fine

I’m doing whatever it is
that people who ride the tide do
when the tide is low

You don’t die or go away
you just riding slow
I’m mean if the tide goes down
then it must come back up
And if that’s the case then I’m waiting
for the tide to come back up

I’m building up
I’m here because I can’t field enough,
complaints about how this bubble burst
The troubles here and it’s getting worst
“Let’s bury our heads in the sand”
Ok you go first
I’m not going down without a fight

Let me tell you something and this is true
I’m doing good and so are you
I’m not angry
I can’t make money if I’m mad
I’m happy as a lark
You could say I’m glad

I’m at the ceiling and it is made of glass
Pass me a hammer I’m about to smash
I don’t have a limit or have you not heard
I think Master P said it in some of his words

This is my work if I get to relax
I’m going to sleep deep at night no anxiety attacks
Non of that staying awake waiting for harm
No more hitting the snooze button on my alarm
Every morning I start anew
And then I go to the inkwell and print the truth

Don’t try to rush me
though the time is urgent
My money is clean as laundry detergent

And I don’t need a bailout
I won’t count your money
Cause if I’m counting yours
then mine starts looking funny

I’m trying to tell you to
let the frustration go
Release your tension
and let the money flow

They call it a recession
But what’s receding
The prices aren’t going back
And people are still breathing

The causes are still here and what’s the reason
I mean no excuses that’s so out of season
So this is my chance to take away the grieving

This is the positive it will be ok
You made it this far you can take on the day
You got your caloric intake for the day
You may not have steak but you won’t pass away

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thankful poem

February 24, 2009 at 12:58 pm (african american art, african american history, black history, civil rights, def jam poetry, hip hop, naacp, poetry, rap, slam, slam poetry, thanksgiving, Uncategorized, wife)
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I was listening to NPR one day and a lady had written a whole book on being thankful and why we should be thankful and the need to give thanks…that moved me so i wrote a poem about it i hope you enjoy

Thank you Iris

I’m thankful to have you
You be mad some days and I be mad too
You be mad at me and I be mad at you
But we got that mad love
And the love comes out more than the mad do

I keep thinking about snickers bars
Then that makes me think about Reese cups
And then sure enough
I cant thank God enough
Because the more I think about you the more of you I want

I love the way you laugh
cause your laugh is off the chains
And if I divide your laugh by the sound
only your smile remains
And I’m grateful
Yes I said that I’m thankful

I see your hair is such a pretty thing
Thick as the corn syrup and black as jelly beans

You look just like a queen
And maybe I’m a king
Or maybe I’m a fein
Because I’m over here shaking till you get back to me
And I’m thankful to have you
You make me feel safer

And I really just want to see if the words on the paper
Make you think of me
Cause I can only think of you
That’s just me being real
You can be my juicy fruit
And I will be your orange peal
Or you can be my candy coated cherry girl
And I will be delighted
to bite it…..oops maybe I should backspace
Here let me just re-write it
You got me so excited
I would be delighted
It keeps coming out that way ain’t no other way to write it
And I don’t want to overstated
but you the kind of girl that a guy could run away with
I just want to let you know
That I’m forever thankful to have you
I need you to know it
So even if I don’t show it
deep on the inside my love for you is flowing

I done gone off on a tangent but if you think
that you can handle it
Come and go away wit me I’ll never leave you stranded
I want’ you like a bandit
Looking at a thing and he knows he could never have it
I’m not trying to thief you
I just want to reach you
And if you come with me I have some things I will teach you
with love I will meet you

give me one chance just to say what I want to
I’m so into you I thought I could be at peace
Like the peace I have with you and I’m thankful now at least

I never thought I could relax and let time grind to a halt
but that’s just what seems to happen when we recline and we talk
cause a minute by your side is better than any 2 else where
When I’m with you I live with out a care
and the threats go away
my caution leaves me
I think you love me too
Unless my eyes deceive me

so I’m thankful believe me
And in my prayers that is what I say
a thousand times day
Thank you for this girl lord
may she never go away

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