Wade

Wade

The flow’s colder than Canada./

Spit in your ear canal;/

think of Panamá./

Heavy lyrics/

hit like/

cannonballs/

Useless usage/

will reside/

in your/

neck and arms/

Talk smack/

and you’ll/

respect the palm./

Nah, I’m just/

serious/

but umm…

I pray this/

anger will run/

and keep running/

like a/

marathon/

away/

from my face./

Rage, give me some/

distance./

Give me some/

light years./

Give me some/

space,/

so I can run/

my best race/

without/

carrying the/

properties/

of hate./

Thoughts skydive/

Into the screen/

of this phone./

I freestyle poems/

while brainstorms/

An Author from out Farther

Stories/

conceptualized,/

in my mind,/

give glory/

to the Guy/

in the sky./

I see no dessert/

in the desert,/

yet I eye/

apple pies/

in the sky./

See through/

my sweet tooth,/

and recognize/

my faith/

that I speak through./

Near the father/

of lies, lies/

sneak moves./

In this war/

for my soul,/

reluctantly,/

I'm undercover-/

under shrubbery;/

duckin' thunder./

My senses are/

heightened from lightning./

I'm dodgin'/

a barrage/

of bullets/

the enemy/

wants lodged in/

my noggin'./

Prescribin'/

product you can/

acknowledge./

Graffiti/

for the needy./

Hearts get marked up/

whil...

A Stroll Through Your Lobes

Your skull I bogard./
The pen acts as a crowbar./
I Break and enter/
in your mental perimeter./
I want to mention,/
intentions are not sinister./
Dome invasions/
are like home invasions./
These poems I form/
are quite invasive./
Ransack your home/
while giving you a facelift./
I’m called in the halls/
of your subconscious./
A constant rummage/
in your sonic/
is what I come with./
Reckless thoughts are/
100 miles and running./
They crash into your fabric;/
while you’re stuck in traffic/
of your thought patterns./
I bring back atoms./
light years/
beyond Saturn./
You’re astonished this/
content is/
adjacent to deep space 9./
The paper is a portal/
for my deep space rhymes./
Floating in your head space. I’m/
without gravity./
I’m not...

NWA

Those famous rap icons from Compton were the first to say it.  Years later, Ice T took it a step further.  Rodney King, I don’t think, ever recovered from that beating–emotionally or mentally.  Blue uniforms replace white uniforms.  Squad cars replace horses.  Yards with burning crosses and burned down houses are now replaced by over- crowded houses with friends & family, wreaths, and obituaries.  Proverbs 29:2 reads, “when the righteous thrive, the people rejoice; when the wicked rule, the people groan”.  Those groans turned into songs. We invented the blues. We’ve been:  slaves, oppressed, done wrong, victimized, raped, brainwashed for far too long.  You can only beat a dog but for so long, until it barks.  Then, as it grows tired of being abused, you’ll feel its teeth–shortly after seeing its teeth.  How do you like them canines? Protect and serve? I don’t know about the ...

Welcome to 2015’s TV screen

Witches, Zombies, Vampires, etc.  You can find nearly anything on cable tv from week to week.  Alternative lifestyles, bad news hits the news room, and profane words got my nerves disturbed.  Reality TV??  What a tragedy and travesty Kim K is primarily known for a sex tape.  Her mom may have even inspired the sex change of an Olympic great. Food, Drugs, and Alcohol are constantly commercialized before our eyes, that we’re desensitized to it.  Weed ads on the tube will be the next big marketing move.  Dating sites, like Ashley Madison, condone cheating on your wife.  Shows with positive messages are no longer being messed with by the public.  The sky, we don’t wanna aim above it.  Our eyes shoot for sex, drugs, and violence and we love it.  On channel 66, at 6pm Stay tuned for the next episode entitled Doom.
~Poem inspired by a conversation had with Carlos Williams.

Dope Quotes

Selling dope with these addictive quotes./  Junkies spoke and say he’s selling hope./  You can’t police these rhymes like crimes./  My brain, you’re trying to dissect mine./  Increased heartbeat, you meet, line after line./  (*In doubt/disbelief*)  He’s the dopest MC??  You’re lying./  Just because the guy drops science/ holds hot iron, and attract sirens/ doesn’t mean that I’m buying./  I don’t hang on the corner./  My brain brings flames to your cornea./  The D boys enjoy selling pipe dreams./  Feel that buzz?  That’s white lightning./  I jolt you with volts when I’m writing./  My intent is to distribute/ hope, Christ, and life inside your venue./”

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