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Sunday, June 30, 2013

I Preach

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jHsq36_NTU

I preach words that creep deep
into your psyche like the nightmare on elm street
With words I purge what emerges from
adjectives and verbs as I use my hands
to methodically expand my consciousness
now in living color I am a living image
Can you follow me to the dark side
where dreams are made from our minds?
close your eyes as I ramble these words into form
as I preach poetically superb when I merge what I adorn
with ease, I am sweet like homemade tea made by a secret recipe
don't eat without first consuming a piece of me in your belly
chaining anything I think, on the page I speak eloquently
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream yet no one
 is assassinating me because I live more infinitely than physically
through these lines I devise, I strive to relive each poem I write
Crafting lyrical delights like a chef on a grill.. I lyrically kill
I preach not to teach, not to reach, only to release as I heat
I keep each of my desires close in hand so when I do command
this pen in hand, I explode with no hint of any hesitation 
emotions are what power a poet to create their art
like the stench from a fart in summer heat, everyone notices me
I preach each word I devise to live past the expiration date on my life
My mind I possess, like a sharp knife; I caress and fines, fore I am a poet



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One More Chance

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one more chance....
a tear now falling from my cheeks
without you in my vicinity, a pain that ruins me
no sleep, not at ease when I think of you & me
reminiscing on our once true unity now crumbling
this reality has me spinning ever so deeply
into unrest within my own mental consciousness
time now like a prison sentence when I think of you
give me one more shot.. one more chance to love you
this time i'll make it true, your silence only serves to pollute 
one more chance to simply romance you with these words 
I intend to entrance you with elegant beauty supplied lyrically 
I am an artist, your love my canvas to which I paint
you are my one and only fan label me Micheal Jackson 
 let me  moon walk upon your soul, release your pain
to me... All I require is more chance to please spiritually
don't turn your back to me as if I am only a memory
I know each of your features to which I label you unique
life spirals to maintain the very essence of life alive
from our own galaxy to which the universe provides
the very foundation of our very own lives... until we die
like a carousel ride that bounces to the vibes in our minds
we dream in the darkness at night until the heavenly sunrise 
don't let me awaken once again to my very own surprise
when your warmth isn't by my very side as I open my eyes
one more chance is all you need to give me to once again rise
intertwine my soul, body, and mind into your life 
be my pillar of might to submit my enemies into submission 
to which I give no forgiveness, no chance to repent
my mission is to get you and remain faithful.. yes true
with this pain like a stain forever ingrained now what remains?
never forget that life at any instance can be a  hard lesson to get
one more chance is what i'm stressing, now my only question is
Can I get a chance to relive, now more mature to cherish.... 

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Thursday, June 27, 2013

My Forbidden Dreams

Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1LDVcIpwwA

My forbidden dreams never readily seen
limitless capabilities so I remain authentic... free
all I need is me, a pen, and a blank sheet  
my desires are to fly higher than all known boundaries
in the darkness of a dream, all is but a timeless mystery 
once you awaken back to this reality... all is but a memory
with use of my poetry, I unlocked what once was concealed
witness my soul as I reveal with lyrical steel the truth unseen
feel my emotions poetically like I was not afraid of any enemy
I scream with the desire that someone will one day hear me
witness these forbidden dreams in my entire entity clearly.. it's me
one mind like a sound unheard my thought patterns address the page
never build what is in your heart of hearts then erase.. to be eroded away
I am an eternal fire that burns, my desires I excrete like a turd (waste)
with the blood of my ink; I remain alive even if my heart ceases to beat
in my inner solitude I release multitudes of desires to a voiceless tune
chaining thoughts with poetic intent to simply vent my inner frustration
My forbidden dreams might be a taboo to you but in heart of truths
I voice my opinion clearly to avoid any confusion.. this is not an illusion
I am the topic of discussion; this is a cold war; call me a Russian
If you can't trust from within who can you really trust then?
me and my pen are forever bonded together until the very end
A marriage that needs no contractual agreement to exist 
my forbidden dreams are what makes this Poet clearly distinct






















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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The Real Man Within

Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7XXYTo7Ssc

By way of inner vibes I lyrically scribe
poetic lines as I reveal the real man inside
infinite lines that seep through the sands of time
looking back on my past always reminds me 
of younger years where I had few fears, maybe a few tears 
which made me much stronger throughout all the years
now things seems so unclear as I watch the world spin 
looking through my rear view mirror as I peer at my destiny
praying to God nothing too important passes me
working for the money is stressing me as females
continue texting me asking me when i'll be free 
my state of mind is unyielding to all the worldly calamity
I move at full speed towards my destiny with marks 
of all my experiences evident throughout my entire body
my momma once asked me what happen to her baby?
Now a man and my plan isn't to see another jail cell
life in a living hell stuck watching as others my age prevail
in my teens my middle finger is what you'd probably see
now as a man I ask God for forgiveness as I now beg
to simply multiply my blessing even if they remain in disguise
I closed my two eyes and open my mind to the third eye
now I look at the world in panoramic sight watching 
the world in true light lifted from the materialistic disguise 
my poetic lines show the inner growth through these
lyrical stories told of a person who isn't really old enough
to fully know the grander of all his mistakes in the physical
yet you'll never see me vacate until life has it's final say
I simply pray for a better days as the harshness of reality
has me stuck deep within my own mental dreams 
only awakening to make love to the money then back
to the sheets where I lyrical bring worlds of my mentality to the page
Why did God make me a poet if I where to simply hold 
these emotions in my soul never to be seen nor shown
I may never be perfect by time i'm finally dead and gone
but I promise this, when my flesh does rot and is dust again
I'll make sure to repent for each of my sins through this pen 
as I reveal the real man within...
















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