Take my breath away with the whisk of a pen, thats creates a wind of syllables and words that's meant to whirl inside the heads of those who read it, see this right here is more dangerous that any cyclone, this is lit preached without a microphone, this is the power this craft has, even when its written on paper, see I don't do this for the paper with dead faces, because I got enough of that earned from my journeys in different places around the world, but even if I didn't, I do it cause I purely enjoy this, the ability to make a woman rethink the first kiss with her man, or make a man scan his soul for the flaws that I exposed inside of him without direct conversation, I write these words in the air at the gas station, work, the club, Sam's Club, it dont matter, what matters is that I'm reachin thru to you and the masses, see sometimes my antics can be observed as classless, but those people forget that I got my PhD and Im qualified to teach on that of which others are scared to even spit about, I've stood up to homos and any other no no's that I felt revelant to talk about, and the mistake folks made were thinkin I was gonna apologize for the words that came out of my mouth, well they were wrong, you wont receive any BS apologies over here, cause if you aint offended, then its something I aint doin right, this craft aint meant to be friendly or nice, its meant to be truthful, I can make it beautiful, but only under certain circumstances, and the chances of that are slim to none when it comes to spittin on a stage, I save those lubby dubby rhymes for my facebook page, or as a dedication to My Queen or a couple whose vow is about to be sealed with the exchange of rings, besides that, I go Raw like unprotected s or Monday Nights, yet the only fight you'll see with me is the one inside of me which you cannot see, I am poetry, I am the whole damn craft, this is me, what you see is what you get
Artist JoeMac
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Artist JoeMac
JokerIn the movie Joker, Arthur Flank started off a simple yet mentally challenged man who just wanted to make people laugh and smile, the clown simply created his own circus, but just like unworthy spectators, they wanted money back for their ticket purchase and their version of a refund was cashing out on his misfortune, see they say a picture is worth a thousand words but what is the price paid when those who are suppose to love you abandon you, fathers, who never wanted to go to bat for you, even though a bat man is what they created, a mother, who lies crossed at the intersections of mental asylums and lost journals, hit you the minute you thought it was safe to step into the crosswalk, and when you didn’t wanna walk, you took the subway, only to realize the underground is a representation of life without love, fast and empty, with the exception of men, who wanna do more harm than good, so now, the comedian becomes the crybaby, which turns into the crazed maniac, which turn...  |
Quarantines come in two forms, one deliberately dispenses the built up inside of you that makes you angry, the other puts sugar in their spaghetti, but what happens when you become constipated, what happens when swallowing your ego and pride to say I’m sorry results in locked up bowels, poisoning your generosity and humbleness to say I’ll be the bigger person, because you know you are wrong, what happens when that feces enters your bloodstream, and stirs up so much in your immune system that you white and red blood cells start throwing racist barbs at each other, and corona virus comes in and says nah, *** this , this mutha***a is so toxic he is hurting me, I need to go quarantine back in the lab for 14 days because that body is two weak for me like 14 days, lungs deflate, not wanting to breathe the same air it is supposed to recirculate to keep you alive, and your eyes start to hate you so ***ing much that when you look in the mirror, your reflection has its back turned towa... |
This is HardWhen you driving on a longroad trip and the bottom of your foot gets to itchin, that’s hard, When Gina left the window open and killed Martin mama bird, that was hard, so just imagine how much harder it is, when you have to write a poem about yourself, exposing yourself, excuse me, but if I’m gonna make my mouth bleed sometimes, it ain’t gonna be to criticize the R. Kelly’s, the Kanye’s, the Nicki’s, the Jussie’s upset about not getting paid on empire, nah, let me tell you how this empire once crumbled, f**ked with my ex wife’s friend two months leading up to my wedding because she stopped giving up six months prior, check, never really bonded with my father until I saw him lying in a casket, check, tried to drink myself to death in a hotel room two days after having a heart attack, check, and with all those checks, I arrived at the bank, cashing out my soul in exchange for repercussions, I was paid out in divorce, depression and da... |
Soul Food(Black Women taste good)I like my woman much how I like my almond milk, chocolate with a small hint of honey, thick and firm as if she been raised off of collard greens and cornbread her whole life, and I know some people don’t *** with chitlins cause they nasty, but there’s no better way to show love than by getting in her guts, and I know some of y’all missed that metaphoric equation, but let me tell you about this persuasion I have for the black woman, she is my plate of watermelon, chicken and grits, with a slight twist of pepper for spice, mixed with a lil cinnamon for her brown skin, see I thought slave food was bad all this time, but my sistas are made from men in the field, house s are too comfortable, cause sometimes you gotta strong arm her, throw her against the wall and let her know what the *** bout to go down, I like mines personally with anthat’s a lil round with stretch marks and jiggles like thatdone been to war in the middle….east…..but she’s... |
Crack in my BumperI once bought a new car and in less than a week my baby got smacked, I said Ill be damned, now even though it was a fixable crack under my license plate I was still pissed off, I really wanted to haul off when I found out she couldnt present a license, registration and gave me an expired insurance card from a 2005 BMW on a P.O.S. 98 ford taurus, and to prove how crappy that car was we barely touched and her whole back bumper crumbled into pieces, and I started to think the same thing about my life, how sometimes we fall into pieces only to build ourselves back up, see Im a be truthful, I was once engaged to a beautiful woman who was everything I dreamed, financially stable, book educated, cute as hell, pretty smile, did any and everything for me, and I let my lack of forgiveness for one mistake get the best of me, so I made her suffer until she got tired, and after my anger subsided, I realized I was the tired negro who let a good woman go, I once was a nine year old who could ru... |
UNIQUEI watched her as she started, even though she never knew I was looking She stared at her challenge with thoughts raging through her headOnce feared that she would be dead, she overcame thatBouncing here and bouncing there, only to end up on top after the final bounceSo with every ounce of strength in her she began her raceThe pace kept getting switched up, because that what life doesIt alternates between slow, fast and just hurry up modeBreakdowns would sometimes implode her, yet they molded herShe didn’t know I was watching back then, and she still may not know I’m watching nowBut I stay in the crowd, looking for motivation when I need it mostSometimes, a person’s #1 fan never meets their superstarThey sometimes sit back and watch them, just to inspire themselvesEven if they are a self motivator themselvesWhile I lift, she runsTwo different souls with two differe... |
Artist...Not EntertainerI broke thru the barriers like HIV carriers broke thru the walls of whats scared to some women and left them infected, I subjected myself to ridicule and the name callin of fool, chauvinist, homophobe and anti black, I sat up many of nights, two steppin with my thoughts until we started dancing full fledged on the papers edge, I am a poet, an artist, I dont do this for entertainment purpose, see my purpose was made clear from the day I started this, and even though my motivation came from the possibility of catchin a kiss in a high school hallway, nowadays, my motivation comes from talkin the truth, whether its in a booth or a dim lit room, I have made enemies while doing this, which lets me know that Im doing my job, cause if some dont get offended and pissed off, your words mean nothin, my words have made tears flow from eye ducts and produced awestruck from the spittin of religion, my spittin has left samples of my saliva embedded in twisted DNA strands of floorboards, softeni... |
I just wanna writeAll I wanna do is write, sometimes in the middle of the night I just get up, open my notebook up and just write, see for me this is my release, this is when I am at complete peace, at the moment my pens tip hit the page dont nothin else matter, even if God started Armegeddon while I was writing, I'd probably be too focused on my thoughts, I prick my skin so a lil blood can touch the lines, therefore when you read em you know my soul is into this, I grow my nails when I set sail so even when there's no paper around, I can scratch my words onto the hull of this ship as I grip to not go overboard in the storm in what I call....CONVERSATION...it is the storm that is within myself, talking too myself, naw, more like talking to the inner me that only a certain few have had the privilege to see, I write with my right, the same side that goes numb when I sleep, all because the right side of me is the side that has endured the most pain for the majority of my life, I write to ease the bur... |
I AM POETRYTake my breath away with the whisk of a pen, thats creates a wind of syllables and words that's meant to whirl inside the heads of those who read it, see this right here is more dangerous that any cyclone, this is lit preached without a microphone, this is the power this craft has, even when its written on paper, see I don't do this for the paper with dead faces, because I got enough of that earned from my journeys in different places around the world, but even if I didn't, I do it cause I purely enjoy this, the ability to make a woman rethink the first kiss with her man, or make a man scan his soul for the flaws that I exposed inside of him without direct conversation, I write these words in the air at the gas station, work, the club, Sam's Club, it dont matter, what matters is that I'm reachin thru to you and the masses, see sometimes my antics can be observed as classless, but those people forget that I got my PhD and Im qualified to teach on that of which others are scared to... |
LiquorMy name is JoeMac, and I am an alcoholic(clap), ok coo, Ill continue to be one then, see, first off, I cant help it, I'm addicted to liqour, cause when I get full of that liquor, it make me wanna lick her, flip her, take her and break her, give her a couple of shots, so now, I take me a few shots, gimme a shot of that brown, that white and that black, naw, not that crown black, gimme a shot at black, cause thats whats that white been doin for years, and all of a sudden their fears have turned to that brown, they crossing into a country stolen by thieves and now run by crooks, and they got the nerve to say they shook, sayin we losin this country, but you cant lose a country when you takin the drug money from another country, you just need a distraction to counter act ya criminal acts, so now, gimme a shot of that Trone, that Henn and that jack, so I can jack off and masterbate on needless stupidity in the black community, maybe they can catch my seeds, swallow em, and a new vision... |