* A Mans One Wish*

1 08 2010

I would give anything to be a father,
Sad but that reality seems to only get farther and farther.
Five fingers wrapped around index finger, Kung-fu grip, my heart will never split, Big eyes ,crazy crys, this is life.

Armys never will with
No soilders to invade the fort,
The ball seems to have always found the wrong court. This is no game or a sport.
I watch the news and see people killing babies,
They should get injected with rabies,forced to go blind with no remorse in mind,starve them and food make them find.

First steps,to class trips,
I want that.
Pitch of a ball while they swing that big red bat, parenthood is where its at.
Making home videos to play back ,hope and pray they don’t slack.
Wobbly steps make their way from floor to heart, hard to write this poem with no start, I feel like the wrong part of an action movie,
Shooting blanks into the sky while everybody boo’s me,
Little bodies Stuffed in coats, playing in the snow,
I want that,
First kiss to first dis,
I want that,
“Can u help me tie these” to birds and bees I want that!
Hate when people say “don’t have kids”
Regret fuels depression, life isn’t about possession, but about making life move for you in other words progression.
For now ill count the days until my fatherness, in other words eternal happiness.

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* It Moved Into Me * (via blackberry) new poem!

20 02 2010

Tainted blood, pale skin , I
Am not a vampire.
Yellow eyes from white lies leaves my sanity blue.
I don’t know what to do, when I can see life will be over in a month or two,
Soap scum across my forehead from trying to wash off the expiration date,
No one knows fate but seems to go along with it like blind date.
Crossroads next to waterfalls I shouldn’t ever chased,
My life
Medicine replaced, I’m trapped because of a gift I never wrapped,
Rain is cold when you don’t use a coat,
I’m scared of the neighbor with-in,
It’s not a question of IF but WHEN they will come a knocking,
Cause someone was cradle rocking,
No signs or warnings
I drink cocktails only given to a select few, I wash them down with some red mountain dew,
I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost
Frozen in time as the disease begins its climb,
Memory left behind like photos in house fire, a cure I wish I could hire, I wish I wish, too bad dead presidents, couldn’t come evict my body’s residents,
No CBS special or telethon
My only question is where has the money we’ve raised gone?
Mirror stares at the man who was once there, too bad this won’t be a hibernation, like bear, no time for a glare when a deep envision will set me free,
All this because of the big H.I.V
Which led to A.I.D can’t forget the S
Too bad this disease won’t sleep while my body is at rest.





*A Gangsta’s Thoughts* (freewrite via blackberry)

20 02 2010

Counting backwards to make my soul rest in peace,
Flexing my spine to break it out of its crease,
I’m tryin to get out this slumber faster then grease.
I see tick tocks drop and go kerplop,
As I drink pop with poprocks and make my brain pop.
causing myself to step out of my own broken record deals,
no knockin together heals, I guess this is how death feels.
How can I know if there is no place like home when I’ve never been,
I’m tired of the impossible game in which I won’t win, they say if u can’t sleep try counting to ten,
Foot steps over dirt road,
My skin is cold,everything pitch black like bold,
I wasn’t even old, but a gun I wanted to hold,
Promised I would never fold,
The cards I delt were too low,
Now I’m 6 feet below, and on with there life they will go.
Temption made me run in the wrong direction, like an arrow thrown by hand I went no where fast to an unknown location,
Should of seen the light b4 tonight, the last battle and I didn’t even get to fight,
Got a suit on ready for my interview,
I’m saying to myself you should of brought a better resume with you,
This day I’m not gonna remember,
Ill stay around until after the last family member.
I wish I could tell them I was sorry,
But I’m too far they wouldn’t hear me,
Time machines only exsist in movies,
I wish back then someone would of told me….





Hello world!

20 02 2010

what up world… im new to the bloging thing but i promise it wont suck… at least ill try my best for it not to…. im basically gonna be posting my poetry and maybe rant. comments are welcome.  happy blogging.





* Oh Hey Its Poetry * (old poem)

20 02 2010
it seems like everyone’s noticing poetry like she got a facelift,
just the other day it was treated like a step-child and thrown to the back of wrist and the
met with the front of knuckles,
treated like a whore,
completely stripped down until knees buckled.
everyone’s jumping on the ban wagon like new yorkers when the red sox won the world series,
its like it’s a newly created thing like a sitcom with a premiere of its series.
but poetry’s been around for years,
has been through emotions more than aspirin,
brung tears, laughter and clapping,
you see we all are Putting Our Elders To Shame,
in case you didn’t catch it I broke down what poets are in an acronym,
too bad there’s a thin line between rap and poetry,
between crazy and sanity,
between self and humanity
but they’re all the same shit,
whether you call it spoken word or just spitting,
poetry is alive and hitting,
don’t be fooled by critics,
thumbs up or thumbs down when you finish there will not be the sound of crickets.
cause there’s nothing but love for metaphors; similes and analogies,
for reality, gravity, and captivity,
soon you’ll see the meaning of poetry.
whether you mix it with song like floerty or add a hip hop gutter feel like mos def and
talib kawli,
it’s all about self images dictated threw a rhymatic story.
Poetry’s been around the block more than crack,
just watch how she flexes with each punchline hitting like a smack.





* FREE ROB *

20 02 2010
KA-KA   KA-KA
THAT WAS OUR CALL TO LET EACH OTHER KNOW MOM WAS ON HER WAY HOME.
THOSE WERE THE TIMES,
JUST ME AND YOU RACING DOWN BOSTON ROAD.
INVENTING “BIKE HIDE AND SEEK”
REMEMBER THAT DAY?
THAT WAS THE DAY YOU COULDNT FIND ME FOR LIKE 20 MINS LOL,
THAT WAS ALSO THE DAY WE SAW THAT OLD LADY GET HIT BY THAT CAR AND GET BACK UP REMEMBER?
I REMEMBER THAT BIKE LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY,
IT TURNED FROM A MOTOCROSS LOOKING BIKE TO A BMX BIKE IN TWO YEARS.
HURT ME WHEN I SAW YOU DRIFTING AWAY, LORD KNOWS HOW MANY FISTS FIGHTS WE HAD.
EVEN THOUGH WE SHOT THE FIVE MANY TIMES I LOVED YOU SO MUCH FOR YOU I WOULD DIE.
BURRY MYSELF IN MY OWN GRAVE TO SEE YOU SUCCEED.
PROMISE ID BE THE BEST BROTHER/FATHER TO YOU.
BUT WE GREW UP TO FAST BROTHER. IM SORRY. SORRY CAUSE I KNOW I FUCKED UP.
SHOWED YOU A PATH WORN OUT BY COUNTLESS FOOTSTEPS.
TRUTH IS I DONT KNOW WAT ILL DO IF I LOSE YOU.
I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT I DONT HATE YOU,
JUST WAT YOU’VE BECOME.
ENCAGED IN  A SPRAY PAINTED LIFE, YOU  COULDNT EVEN SEE THREW THE BRICKS THAT STOOD IN YOUR
WAY TO KNOW YOU WERE TRAVELING TOO FAST.
NOW YOUR BEHIND BARS FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG, AND FOR WAT “A BITCH”
AND I CALL HER A BITCH CAUSE THATS WAT SHE IS A BITCH, LOCKED YOU UP CAUSE U DIDNT WANNA BE
WITH HER NO MORE.
I THOUGHT I TAUGHT U BETTER THEN THAT BRO,
BROTHERS ARE FOREVER, BITCHES COME AND GO FASTER THE A FEATHER IN A TORNADO. I JUST WISH I
CAME BACK SOONER.
MAYBE THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED.
IM SORRY ROB!!!!
IM SORRY I LET YOU DOWN!!!!!
LORD KNOWS I WOULD TRADE PLACES WITH YOU IN A HEARTBEAT U SEE MY PRISON IS FAR WORSE, YOU
SEE THERES NO CAGES SPERATING THE INMATES.
BUT DONT WORRY EVEN THOUGH I CANT HUG YOU THREW THAT GLASS WINDOW ILL BE HERE AND COUNT
DOWN THE DAYS WITH THE SAND THAT CREATED IT.
I LOVE YOU ROB!!!!
KA-KA KA-KA

YOUR  HOME!!!!!






* A Poet’s Near Death Experience *

20 02 2010
Wat happens when a poet loses his poetry.
eclipses stop in mid transcendence
It’s like a baby who quit trying to walk
He’s going no where fast
Can’t feel the rush through his body from making crowds go from being
depressed to acting naughty with just one rhyme
Wat will happen when a poet feels poetry rejected him
Water will turn into poison seeping through pores like sweat in the
winter
Feeling like knifes scrapping across your skin like tattoo art
Time is nothing but a dick teaser
Thinking writers block is just a phase handled by repeating a sentence
until something comes to him
I don’t know what to write I don’t know what write I don’t know what to write
Sometimes life throws curved bats at you making you freeze in ready
stance like a strucked out baseball player
Fuck it’s happening again fuck it’s happening again fuck it’s happening again
My mind has been caught on mental pause
I raise this poem to the mirror so it can all make sense you see my pen and the paper have been having a fight and it just so happens my spirit has been punished for not choosing sides
What happens when a poet finds something to write
Earthquakes laugh from being tickled by the thought process
Levees mold back together from the unity between chills  and spinal fluid making soda pops out of propaganda
There’s no need for a blender when your mouths not wired shut
Voices carry life,  like pregnant women
Add the mood swings minus the delivery pains
What happens when a poet finds the reason why he writes
Souls reserect and an image of god reflects
For the only reason this poet spills his heart out like a blood bath
Is to bring youth together with reality like
spoken word!