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

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

I am a slam poet

I need everybody who visits this post to leave me a comment….
This poem is me going crazy really wanting my poetry to be something that everybody can feel
if you are a poet and you been writing and reading and just trying to get down you know put your little 2 cent on the map then you know how i feel….
in case you are some kind of a rube earl simmons is dmx and if you don’t know who he is google him

I’m a slam poet

I am a slam poet yes I am a for sure
I ain’t never been on def jam
I’m to insecure
If I ever meet russel simmons I’d probably pass out cold
If I ever met earl simmons I would probably lose my mind
The dude could never know how he influenced my rhymes
I’m on pace to take poetry over the top
I’m going to make a change some progress
I ain’t going to stop
I’m going to do for slam poetry
What diddy did for hip hop
I’m going to write a classic like jigga big and tupac
I’m yelling at the top of my lungs
But I’m low on the totem pole like ancestor dung
I’m writing all original content please holler if you hear me
Writing out my feelings
I’m feeling lonely
This blog is a lonely place
Some days I feel like I’m talking to myself just to fill the space
Check for me daily
Qualify me
Recognize me
Acknowledge my skill
I don’t have a lot of education
But I got a whole lot of will
I can read aloud but I can’t memorize nothing
So how can I be a slam poet if I can’t memorize nothing
You want poetry on a platter let me make you a plate
You want poetry from a master
I’m drunken great
Tim Duncan great
Quiet as wagon rolling downhill
I can wait for momentum to build
I been here for a minute hour day awhile
Now check my dope style
I’m creating something new
This is the how to
Take your time and apply yourself
I can show you how to
I arrange words like a linguistic composer
But if I don’t get some feedback I’m going to lose my composure
I am a slam poet yes I am a for sure
I ain’t never been on def jam
I’m to insecure
If I ever meet russel simmons I’d probably pass out cold
If I ever met earl simmons I would probably lose my mind
The dude could never know how he influenced my rhymes

Help Yourself Poem

i thought that i had posted the lyrics to the help yourself poem but i must have forgot don’t worry i’ll publish the words later i’m trying to get the video thing down now so check out this reading of my poem entitled Help Yourself

So here are the words to the help yourself poem that i promised

Help Yourself

I’m running but I’m winded

And as I near the finish

I realize this is only the beginning

 

In the moments when I felt my soul was troubled

And I couldn’t make my feet travel the path

I felt like someone had blocked my passage

Like I couldn’t really carry the message

 

When I was feeling locked away

Like I had lost a day

And all the other runners were passing me

It is only now that I see that the path for me

Is well paved for me and this is the energy that is saving me

 

I dare not waste away or pitch my talent off the cliff of negativity

Instead I would rather run the race positively

I should have death meet me after I have fought the fine fight

After I have made my wrongs write

 

It is so simple anyone could have done it

Or so I thought but it seems that the path cut for me was just for me

I’m  the one doing the running but my feet ain’t hurting

And one thing is certain

I’m being helped because I decided to help myself

 

Believe me

I’m not playing me

When I say I was on my knees praying

Head down frowning

Tied up my shoes and got up off the ground then

 

I felt that much more refreshed

And as I got close to the finish

I felt the need to express myself

And thank God for his help

 

 

the title of this poem is chest pain

Chest Pain

 

I got this pain an pressure

no relief no sleep it’s stabbing me on the left
uhhh the left side of my chest

 

I just need some rest
I have to do better than the rest
I need to rise up better than the best
this is my only escape from this madness


I got money I can’t spend it
I got thoughts that keep spinning
I can’t get to the pen fast enough to pen them


Anxiety is a high for me where is my sobriety
I’m taking in these thoughts like a drunk steady drinking


I’m shaking out these thoughts like the philosopher thinking
I’m going to free my peeps like Abraham Lincoln
then I got to cure this cough before I end up in a coffin


I’m walking down the sidewalk just to myself talking
and I find myself speaking to myself so often
that I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever have time
to quiet my mind

and maybe in time find the peace of mind
“that excels all thought”

 

the peace you work to find it
I’m just gone have to step out on faith


I don’t know how many times I need to be reminded
I suppose every day I awake and repeat the mantra
“1 tenth of all I earn is mine to keep”
and a portion of my mind is dedicated to peace
and as I arrive at the conclusion it’s l2:30
I hope that I can find my sleep

helping my brother out

Today I’m thinking about people that ask for help, so many of us hold on to the words “independant” and “self-sufficient” that sometimes when we see someone ask for help we might pass up the opportunity and the privelege. You know me I just wrote a poem about it…enjoy

Reach Out To a Brother

reach out to your brother please don’t leave me without a leg to stand on
i’m going thru some things that i just didn’t plan on
i need some help my brother the kind you could lend a hand on
and i know for sure that you could be my legs to stand on

right now i’m looking kinda depressed maybe even a little desperate
you probably thinking im begging but this is the best i get
i tried to do other things but life got in my way
now i just need a little help to get me thru the day

brother don’t look down on me cause i’m lowly really don’t be like that
cause if the shoe were on the other foot you couldn’t get no help like that
i’m asking for your consideration for a min of your time
i know that you are an important person so if the minute is to much
brother please spare a dime

i don talked with you to long for you to know or see
that there is more underneath these clothes and hair that what your eyes
can see
i’m trapped in a situation i’m gone need some of what you got to help me get along
and if you help me work this out i promise that when i am strong
i’ll take up the slack for you and help you carry on

cause i know that you are afflicted by troubles time and trials
and i know you probably thinking that you want to be left alone for a while
but don’t be that way brother that won’t get you no reciprication
i’m just trying to get you to help a brother out of a precarious situation

the escape

[everyday we go to work, i spend so much time in my cubicle sometimes i wonder if i am really living or just existing so as with anything, i wrote a poem about it. i hope that all you cubicle dwellers out there feel this poem and leave your comments……]

THE ESCAPE

of course i’m going to go all out
i feel like my hand is forced
every day in the cubicle
what am i standing for?

so i needed a way to reach out
beyond the four walls of a six by six
i’m not in prison
but i feel in prisoned

and how am i liven
i’m not in the street hustling
but i’m barely eating

 why am i limited
and who limits me
what prevents me from spreading these wings
or using the gifts that God gave me

and when i tell my friends i’m a poet
they say “dave you so crazy”
then i just pray
Jah save me

cause if i really am out of my mind
and destine to rest in the tomb
the why for or lord
did you let me wrest from the womb

i dare not let that be the case
so i just tighten my face
and fill my space
with more or less the words of my own creation

then its “oh my god” and “i didn’t know”

they give me salutations and congratulations
with all types of elation

I just say let the royalty check come
Will that make me royalty some?

my name has always been Knight
but i couldn’t get no respect
right?
ok i have to find my own way

and really that’s all i’m trying to say

2009 positive economy

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

thankful poem

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