i love poetry (Yeah I write whatever)

Can I get a chance to tell my side of the the story
Fight for the fame press for glory
I just want to make a mention
Add some dimension
Get my 20 seconds
Pay me some attention

I’m fallen by the wayside you could say thru the cracks
I’m gunning for the papers but they not coming back
So much for the Pulitzer I want the highest honor
But there is no room for me I’m beyond a goner
I’m so far out the loop I’m off the charts
I don’t even qualify for a Pulitzer fart
I guess I can forget about the prize
But I’m still focus never dim
I tried to be clever

I’m so hip hop
Yeah I write whatever

What if I could get that nobel peace deal
Or a source magazine honorable mention
That would push my poetry off the planet
Into a new dimension
I could go from rubbing sleepy eyes
To nightly recognition
I bet I could read a poem for Russel Simmons
And to tell the truth I’m just trying to keep my focus
Like a laser
I don’t want to get my 15 minutes of fame for being tasered

Even though I seem so dedicated
I could write 24 hours a day for a week and then spend the same
Amount of time separated
From my pen, pad or laptop

And lately I don’t write more than one page before I stop

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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

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

Stepping Out On Faith

Stepping Out On Faith

 

I saw a shadow of talent I felt afraid and challenged
now I’m just trying to find my balance
as far as success im starting to form the callus


Yes believe me when I tell it
because if you saw it you really wouldn’t believe it
move out of God’s way to receive it
step out on faith and breath in
hope that you don’t caught up in something foolish
I’m just trying to stay positive


You know how many people I asked if this could be done


If I could write out my frustration
give little kids some motivation
use my lyrics to motivate a nation
the negative came like summer rain

And it looked like I was going to be flooded
and just when the water was getting muddy
I stopped and prayed turned my anger and rage
to a positive page

 

 My momma told me
“if you don’t have nothing good to say don’t say nothing at all”


I refuse to sit here and say nothing at all
so let me say some words to make the little people feel tall
I could speak up for the under dog my voice could be seen in the fog
and I’m here for good so don’t expect me to just leave in the fall
this is my chance to show snow flakes how cool I am
or I could gather my seeds and show growth in the spring

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

we wear the mask (remix)

Paul Laurence Dunbar is one of my favorite poets
He wrote a poem called we wear the mask
I can really feel this poem
so i copied his poem and wrote my own personal responses to all of his statements for your own entertainment
this is like the we wear the mask remix by dave  [italic ours]

WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
But what would happen if we took it off
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
I know but this mask is heavy and i can’t feel my face
This debt we pay to human guile;
I don’t owe nobody nothing
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
Inside I feel a frown
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
I’m really thinking forget this i just want to quit

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
But when i see others of the brethren
I hear there sighs and we recognize if only for a moment
that mask migh not be a necessary component

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
let me take off this mask and answer those who ask


To thee from tortured souls arise.
let me tell them what my real plight is

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

then let me dismiss this smile and put down this charm

 

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

my feet are tired and my eyes want to cry
But let the world dream otherwise,
forget it if this is how i survive they will never see my eyes
We wear the mask!
yes we do we wear the mask

adding my first poem

I promised that I would give this 100% right now that will just consist of me adding poetry that I wrote so if you are reading this leave a comment if you have any questions.

Hip Hop Generation

Go back where you belong this will fall on us
We are taking up the slack let it fall on us
If it’s our responsibility you can call on us
The food and the drink it’s all on us
The cars clothes and lifestyle it’s all on us
We got this the response time is minimal
and each and every one of us will stand as individuals

The fact is we did that for practice
Now things are serious and we are going to the mattress
We gone go ahead and stick it out like a cactus

We made the choice to step up to the plate
If you planned to bomb us you planned to late
This is the modest declaration of the plans we’ve made

Big boy’s stepping up raising our kids
Water bill paid lights on at the crib
Curtains on the windows sheets on the bed
Jordan’s on the kids feet daddy’s making bread
Momma’s in the mall call it her walk in closet
down at the bank making a deposit

Momma got the house decorated painted
and fully furnished
Daddy got a new hot water heater,
generator and a furnace

Watch me boy I’m giving you the real
3 kids two cars we got families to build

You could walk away now but then you miss the good part
Like picking up your baby girl from the first day of head start

Girl you could leave your man because he has no ambition
Or you can talk to him like Anita Baker or
Lena Horne make him really want to listen

You hate your baby daddy
Leave him on the curb with his boys
Then when he gets sucked down the drain
What you gone tell his little boy

You hate your baby mama
Let her and her mom raise your kids
and when your daughter becomes bitter
and your son becomes a coward
Then you can reconcile with yourself
in a motel six shower

You don’t know what that means?
That’s when those regrets rain on your head
And you ask yourself
Why am I here when I should be there instead?

Whether I go platinum or plastic
I’m focused like a laser beam
so you could say I’ve gone plasmic

It’s our responsibility to pick ourselves up
I’m starting with the books on the library shelves
My plan is to change the face of an author
Hip hop has a way of defining its own scholars
so give me a couple years and a few dollars
I’ll be a blurb in the vibe magazine

Just don’t call me a lazy no good slacker
Don’t call me a dead beat father
Don’t call me the imaginary author
The one walking around with good ideas but just talking
I’m trying to be the next Booker T Washington
Tavis Smiley, Micheal Eric Dyson
The Lyrical Mike Tyson
Of this Hip Hop Generation