I am a lyrical superman and ignorance is my kryptonite.
When I’m around it I can’t function right.
I’ve got X-ray vision ears that can see through the lies in your verbs and nouns.
I’ve got super strength adjectives, they can break down socially constructed walls and leap over capital buildings.
I’ve got verbs faster than a speeding bulilt.
If Einstein is right, then my word can go back in time, just at my words taking flight.
But I’ve never tried because of that movie “Back to the Future”, where Marty goes back in time and almost makes out with his mom.
That is a risk I’m not willing to take!
I can us my imagery to make ya’ll fall in love with me, but seriously that’s not cool.
I know the responsibility that comes with these powers.
They are meant for good and fighting things like poverty and modern day slavery.
I can turn invisible by the silence of my words, sneaking pas your comfort boundaries, flying under the radar. exposing the inner most being and their feelings.
I am the caped crusader, only I have no mask because when you got powers like mine, there is no one to fear.
So I live my life in the open with these similes in my pocket and to some, like those with dyslexia, they look like smiles.
And that just makes you laugh.
A true emotion you’ve never experienced before without the coping mechanisms.
But unfortunately my kryptonite is ignorance.
And unfortunately there is so much ignorance opressing so many souls.
Unfortunately I can’t function right.
So my parting words are simply these;
Goodnight.
Lyrical Superman
October 5, 2009 at 10:35 pm (Poetry)
Tags: Lyrical Superman
Lyrical Ninja
October 2, 2009 at 6:05 pm (Poetry)
Tags: Lyrical Ninja
I am a freaking lyrical Ninja! These words are my weapons, these words are my hiding places, these words consume the people within my grasp. My verbs are like ninja stars and these nouns are my victims. I can be peaceful and honorable, I can be brutal and barbaric. I can strike quicker than a cobra and my venom is more lethal.
Yes I am a freaking lyrical Ninja, don’t piss me off unless you want a blitz of verbal ninja stars aimed at your face. Sorry that was a little harsh but it is true. I can sit quietly waiting for the moment to strike, I can keep my poise longer than the Statue of Liberty. I am a defender of peace and justice, I am a fighter of love and hope, I am as strong as my surroundings and I will never reveal my weakness, yes I am a freaking lyrical Ninja.
The Ones We Forget
July 4, 2009 at 4:19 am (Poetry)
souls sold are so cold
look into their eyes
you’ll see no one inside
its no surprise as to why
you can’t see life anymore
it was taken from them at the door
the score undecided who wins and who dies
and they call this modern day slavery
And I say that to remind us of this
there is always some better off than us
but we have it better than some
who are on the worlds poverty list
Now listen don’t be mistaken my words
their not nouns but verbs
calling us all to stand and speak
for the meek will seek for freedom
if you got it, then offer it to a daughter and son
those who got none will appreciate the sun
seeing the light as a gift not a misfit
And I say that to remind us of this
there is always some better off than us
but we have it better than some
who are on the worlds poverty list
Hurry Up & STOP
February 23, 2009 at 2:35 am (Poetry)
Tags: Hurry UP & STOP
So I shout hurry up young buck,
Only to be reminded that I am young,
Heard it said by everyone,
telling me,
Be someone, be somebody, do something, live your dreams.
What if I am running and not stopping?
What if I keep reaching for those dreams, seeking and searching opportunities?
It seems I am so distracted, it seems I keep trying to live a life of integrity.
Yet it seems that’s not good enough.
I’m not asking to be perfect, just a little progress.
But all I get is the feeling that my soul is incomplete, because I am not doing something significant!
I’m tired of it, just want to quit!
But my body will not stop moving, just like my soul won’t stop dreaming.
I could quit if I were dead, but we all know that’s not an option.
Its just a mere cop out, a mere technical formality of fallacies.
But now I start back from were I began.
The same old life, journey and hair!
If only I could be anything I wanted to be,
Would I change my appearance?
Would that change what I do, who I am, what I can be?
I heard it said that God equips the called.
But the problem is, I am the one that’s called?
Are these just voices in my head telling me lies?
Are they hiding in some clever disguise?
So many questions yet so little time.
I’m a bout to leave it all behind.
Start a new, start a fresh.
Leaving the thoughts I want to re-mesh
But who am I kidding, I can’t change me, this is who I am.
This is what I was made to see.
I would run and run and run if I could,
but my reality is never two steps back
And i finally realize that its just a race track.
So my soul so bold will do one thing.
It will STOP
and BREATHE
and REST
and SEIZE
opportunity of the divine, given to me in this proper time.
transition is my mission at hand.
Inner light
February 4, 2009 at 11:32 pm (Poetry)
(I’m still a work in progress, an attempt to not regress)
young man’s frosty frigid hands so cold, but so bold
Continue the work of his forefathers, they never get to old
Prescribed by far off mediocre memories he remembers,
The wisdom of truth he was taught to share, it seems only last december
He could hear it being speakin by his grandfather, from the inner light it shine bright
Holding it tight, the old text, like the love of his son, God and wife.
sayin,
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine,
Let this inner light shine bright.
But in the beginning of this young mans life, choas and critics ensue, what to do?
Never knowing to believe, the demographic or the bold of His most true.
So he tried in his own way, blazzin a path in his own name, so lame
Gettin tired in his ways, evidentially left with no one to blame.
But in the darkest moment he found somethin seekin,
Unrealized it was this inner light speaking,
sayin,
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine,
Let this inner light shine bright.
Out of the darkness he came, blessed by the face of Grace,
Simply he knew what was, his time and place.
To stand for things of new,
he stands for the only thing he knew,
Derived from the fingerprints left to impress,
Marking the nature of his soul to bless.
sayin,
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine,
Let this inner light shine bright.
Now he’s not always right in his ways,
But united by the path that he blazes.
All for one, screamin the call for all kind
Never realizin, in his own mind.
What this began inside of him,
A newfound value greater than a double two rims.
And all the while he’s still sayin,
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine,
Let this inner light shine bright.
South and More
January 25, 2009 at 9:38 pm (Poetry)
Tags: South and More
From Macklemore,
To the south an more.
I understand,
The path laid before hand.
Try to comprehend that I don’t want to be anything more,
Then simply what I was meant for.
I stopped searching for originality,
Hoping it would happen so naturally.
You can keep the benz, the cadi’s on double twos.
You can keep the millions of over priced houses, and the shouting of the masses.
All I want is truth, love, and wisdom,
Simply Loved I speak is my freedom!
Perspective
December 6, 2008 at 5:25 pm (Poetry)
Tags: Perspective
Its seeming each step I take
the more trouble I make
never staying three steps forward
always taking two steps back
I tried and I tried so hard
looking upward to the sky asking, “why lord?”
It could be so easy to give up and stop
But looking at the life of my Pop
Never looking back with his head held high
looking upward to the sky saying, “thank you lord!”
Alone All Together
December 6, 2008 at 5:24 pm (Poetry)
Tags: Alone All Together
I’m sitting on these rhymes
To remind me of the times
of my so called “value”
Asking everybody, “how are you?”
There’s people that I know caught up
doing something new each day
living like they a young pup
waking every morning, getting on their knees to pray
hoping each day to continue something new
as they walk by the paralyzed
with their faces so blue.
Its the screaming of the souls
as our shoes take the step
marching in a line to the end of time
along as we go looking like a drone
so we might as well not do it alone.
We’re all living alone in our own reality
speaking so much to our own fallacy
but who new there was so much wrong
thinking no was gunna get hurt because we didn’t belong
the tears of our fears kept seeping through the lies
of the pain that we tried to disguise.
slowly we cry
dieing deep down inside
we’re all alone but all together
so we’re all the same like the birds of a feather.
Its the screaming of the souls
as our shoes take the step
marching in a line to the end of time
along as we go looking like a drone
so we might as well not do it alone.
Its the screaming of the souls
as our shoes take the step
marching in a line to the end of time
along as we go looking like a drone
so we might as well not do it alone.
New Life
October 30, 2008 at 6:06 am (Poetry)
Tags: New Life
We are not born into our reality
Everything that exists around us
Is just technical formality
The reality we create must be robust,
To with stand what comes our way and this is what I’ll say
Your reality must be conducive to the masses
Or you’ll find this life passing as it may, and you’ll have no say
In where the direction of life leads you surpasses
The ability of help from the norm of anyones reality.
And all though it seems the we have it under control
The fabric of community is ripping at the seam.
Third generations being neglected and affected
By the inconsistancy of the Seconds reality.
So continue to step with no rest,
because there is no time like the past
with our feet stepping to each breath
realizing what we do can forever last.
