Sample

Inebriated in Jail Cells

While sipping Bud/

in the pub,/

words are/

hitting you up,/

with the sound/

of a thud./

Of course,/

drunk lives matter./

So from Saturn,/

I spill moonshine/

on thought patterns./

I Kaeper-/

nick next to/

toilets,/

and heave/

Bourbon/

into the Streets–/

New Orleans./

Who knew/

you would/

find GOOD fortune/

as your head reels/

in orbit./

I’ll exorcise/

then,/

hurl a wind/

of words/

in a a world–/

that’ll make/

a girl’s head spin./

Depressants/

ooze/

from life lessons/

that then/

pool/

in your/

life’s presence./

But instead of/

leaving you in a/

drunken s...

Tortuous

I don't want/

to empty shells,/

introduce/

you to hell,/

or a heavenly/

chorus./

I'm just a/

ordinary/

tortoise,/

with lightning quick/

brainstorms,/

that torture/

your auditory/

orifice./

I email you/

details of what/

my cones and rods/

retrieve./

Forward it,/

so you can store it;/

I also give/

sneak peeks/

to what God sees./

From His perspective,/

I should wish/

Godspeed to my/

enemies,/

instead of a/

slow death./

It's hard to/

imagine me/

quote less./

Puzzled jigs/

have no answers;/

they only have/

hopelessness./

Their quotients/

only cause division./

Their remedy/

isn't focused...

Lyrical Miracles

Spilled Thoughts

Forgive me for being bitter,/

but I could cry you a river,/

and I don’t know if your boat/

is big enough to stay afloat/

on these turbulent quotes./

A sour patched kid; life ain’t sweet,/

like my Kool-Aid and tea./

As long as my heart beats,/

I’ll never run out of sheets/

for my thoughts to lay down and sleep./

Peep the sweat, tears, and blood on the leaf./

I rake these thoughts into a pile/

and see how you react to them/

as I sit back and smile./

Independent though I’m/

dependent on what I’m penning./

Follow who?  Follow you?

See, I got my own lead

I got to follow through./

I follow clues of He who/

leaves behind proof/

of His existence/

and appears to be see through./

On this bandaged planet,/

I hold more we...

Sample

If i bite my tongue, I’ll regurgitate what’s within;/ on the paper i display hidden thoughts with the pen/ Have them all in line. Pimping ideas;/ I’m just here furnishing your interior like Ikea./ Predicate the subject and sentence your mind for years./ The judge and jury. I hand out life like for real./ Behind bars, jewels twinkle like stars./ Cryptic lyrics high above your head like Mars./ The whole truth is 90 proof,/ yet no slurred words in my speech./ Sample sized soul food sticks to your teeth./ Break off a piece of me for every piece you read./ Blow your whole brain away./ I got a piece on me. It takes the pain away./ If it’s grief you flee, cheer is an ink stain away./ I got some Febreeze on fleek./ But I got some Gain, anyway./ Wipe the stains from your brain away./ No dirty rhymes; clean versions are like detergent./ Presently unemployed, but my rhymes are working./ On these blue assembly lines, I manufacture state of minds./ Selling my soul food...

Delusional Jewels

These readings, though they appear misleading,/ are meant to guide you beyond the ceiling./ Food for thought for the toothless or ones teething./ I leave emeralds in collard greens and gold in rolls./ Gemstones are in these poems for pupils to behold./ Can you dig that? Take a swing at these riddles with a pick axe./ Don’t you want polished jewels. You got the tools/ to use to extract them and now rule./ But anyway, bright ideas take stage on the page./ Thought I was cheap, but I got enough to pay this price;/ To get seats for a lifetime at a Vegas fight./I draw eyes like an artist or Vegas nights./ This light of mine, your mind, it provides insight./ My speech glows in the dark or in light./ I like to write under a black light,/ so fluorescent thoughts, can glow back nice./ When I recite those thoughts, I light up the sky./ Colorful lyrics pop off like the 4th of July./ Diamond earrings, to your ear cling./ No, that’s just the saliva I fling./ Bars imitate stars an...

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