yeah i can do that

Grocery list- eat up

I am specific
coastal regions
Pacific
Native American
Indigenous
To concepts
I subscribe
Religious
You can call me infinite
My mind pitches
In continuum
She loves my
Galactic
I battle/ships
With 2 fist
Im on this
Vibe
Magazine
cover
Up because
its cold outside
wearin shorts anticipating summertime.
But I spring
While most fall
Down
I only learned to get up
me losing
is called an upper cut

bad haiku

i lov(her) more than
she'll ever knows, she is my day
that makes me pray nightly

my hawks

The hawks of this new passing
Are making there impression

And with every
Flip of their wing
And stroke
Of my pen
Its in the name of
Saul Williams
Shihan
Black Ice
D’bi Young
Jill Scott
Mos Def
Common Sense
Poetri
Suheir Hammad
Lymon
Ishle Yi Parks
Those in corners cradling stories in the pen
Those in coffee shops fitting stereotypes
While not admitting it
And those who hide it like
The dirty secret under their covers
At night
I am spoken word
Not because of Tennyson
Wordsworth, William Carlos William
But like them
I saw an outlet
For my love and rebellion

sexy religion

Look
How far
I’ve
Fallen

If I were as persistent
As my calling was adamant
My short fallings
Wouldn’t hinder my calling
Calling like ringing
In my ear and heart
I’m not where I was
Not because of my start

Do you follow?
Ok

But now my infamous
Self-awareness
Is saving me from me
Accurately documenting
The whole thing
The whole thing
But I’m saved
By the gist of it
Didn’t take a theologian
To see I need
A shift from this
My soul
Is helpless
Not lacking a savior
But in relying
On the one I have

Sexy Religion

I
Thought I needed
Sex appeal
My spiritual
Conviction wasn’t enough
Anymore
So I submitted
My image
Over His image
Thinking
The world would
Love my God given…
Whatever?
They did… He didn’t
And now empty
Wrappers fill my trash cans
And now empty
Rapper’s fill my headset
Because Idle pawns
Are captured on chest sets

In pursuit
Of something to do
I figured I could be both
Sexy and religious
It turned into
Sex me and
Lord forgive this
Act of
Extrication

I hear
Every knee will bow
And even computers
Shut down
So hear I am
Absent my truths
My theories
In effort to look
more like you
sexy is the covenant
to appear like him
religion is the situation
something I wont quit

im makin a come back
On his back, because
That’s truly were
My starts at

floating metaphor

Im into
You
I know
You feel
The same

We’re picture
Perfect
As long as
Its you’re frame
-
I don’t mind
The conspiracy
-
No binds legally
But diggin the feelin
You’re feelin me
-
Atleast these
Letters are lyrically
-
My vowels are constant
As these
Consonants are my instruments
-
I’d write a
Sonnet of a symphony
Just to see
If your eyes
Were hearin me
-
but for now
I’ll just chill
No more typin
My hands
See your body
And want to
Start writin

lov(her)

im in love

play

i want her
like i just met her
still
more like steal
'ing the moment

I want to play with
her
like i do woRdzz

i never sleep
when she's in my head
so i giv(her) curfews
because the insomnia
makes me dream.

hallucinate

If only dreaming
was the essence
of sleep

I wish love
was innocent
like
when i first met it
back in middle school
but now its
lost control of
its weight
doesnt clean up
wont work
curses like a sailor
spends money

i dont know
about love anymore
i just know
that i still want "her"

and as long as her
loves me, reciprocally

o i knw u luv this

to much time on our hands, makes for an interesting time.

poetry is not literal

I roam
where phones go silent
and the message
in the bottle
is when the liquor
starts talking
to you
and you love the sound of its voice
so much
you put your lips
to the opening
to hear with your tongue
its revelations
and affirmations

i go to liquor
to give me an excuse
for my feelings

i ask the bottom
of the bottle for healing
mayB
or correction
but it just makes
me focus on her
she's not my her
biblical
still her father's
but my mind
MST want to make
a martyr
of my heart

simply serious

I like fashion that doesn't change your mind. Just catches your eye. I have a firm belief that fashion should add both style and spirit but not prohibit your daily functionality. The price for fashion should not be in wearing it but preparation.

expo

I wear it on my sleeve
because its "in" fashion
to love one and watch others
they seem to be companions

My eyes picked her
pict(her)perfect
from my viewpoint

Mind you, im next
to my own love

, who says there's true love

im tryin to rewrite poetry
put hours on poetry

but love wants structure
and poetry dont use period
so no time to write and run

i told love i'll put her first
I guess... I will
if i cant write some poetry
can i do something else in speech

something for the rain

something
wants you in the light
and shadow