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

Dull Pain

If this is your first time reading this blog, check out this short poem that I just wrote and leave me a comment. Also please  send a contribution so that I can get the publishing of my book completed

thanks dave

Dull Pain

No heart no emotion no cure for pain

Cold is the mental ice the veins

Up an down a few floors and what remains

 

The bitterness the scorn the heart is torn

Can’t get away from the day and the night forlorn

Look away from the past your regrets are gone

 

Could you pop popcorn or bake bread

Could you vacuum enough floors or make enough beds

Could you clean and scour before you begin to break

 

In the chest of a kitten is the heart of a falcon

And the deeper the picture the harder the outcome

You can’t touch the masses without corrective glasses

 

Mind your manners and begin to break ties

From those who hold the negative

like pans that bake pies.

 

 

END

 

 

 

 

 

Coming this friday I will have written a short one pager about Micheal Eric Dyson, as you know he is a strong advocate of positive hip hop culture and music. I don’t know much else about him so we can learn together.

 

I’m hoping to embed some video and get some usefull information from the good ole wikipedia

also don’t forget to check out Jadkiss new album which seems to be creating a monster buzz

and it looks like jim jones has some kind off documentaries coming out they don’t seem to be very positive in my personal opinion, but they do show his marketing genius so if you can learn something from them check them out.

 

 

 

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