Tuesday, November 14, 2017

“Votes”

Dropped out of the campaign, but I still promote
Haven’t been in the race, but I stay getting votes
Alive and well when some thought I was comatose
Might as well haunt like ghosts
I kill demons like an exorcist
Practice don’t make you a perfectionist
It takes talent, skill and knowing the right measurements
I might go all out and climb Everest
Do or die, the time is now
Procrastination’s always on the prowl
I rise up to the occasion
Charisma and Jedi persuasion
I have anxious and I have patient days
Meditate and learned that patience pays
I am gifted, make no mistake
Imagine what would happen if I put my soul on full display 

Monday, November 13, 2017

"Roots"

No absolutes…
The roots need improvement, nonetheless the juice has truth
Squeezed of all niacin, vitamin deficient, but sufficient time recoups
Consume soups…
Meditate to attract and snack on fruits
Upgrade on cardio, lifting weights until the pain is soothed
Create a movement and follow a strict regimen
Establish laws, allowed flaws without the need to feed on medicine
Fully healed…
Peal the layers to uncover a major breach that’s been concealed
The soft tissue is armored and has hardened like a dozen tons of steal
Look forward…
The Taurus is stubborn, but gives way when the substance’s important
Brain’s no longer dormant, positive thoughts work as reinforcements
Blessed…
Digest all concepts to prevent any missteps
No question there’s a purpose to fulfill that I will accept 

Thursday, November 9, 2017

“Parallel Universes”

Wake up to a palpitating heart
Could this be the start of a devastating farce?
Moments ago I was indulging in sweet episodes
Ringing earlobes, skin feels sunburned
The darkness never bothered before, now I turn to a light bulb for comfort
Why did I ignore the spiritual and allow my physical needs to come first?
Did I push my body to betrayal?
Rewind, I hope to take a wrong turn on that undesirable trail
Fast forward, fireworks compose the scenes of my REM sleep cycle
Time overlaps as I urinate in cozy diapers
Growing up fast, time flies when you’re sinning
Middle and high grades filled with escapades of young women
Cut class for sex, grass and classic rock
Threw away scholarships to be the cool guy…what a fool, right?
Close my eyes, focus on education with countless study sessions
Bombarded with acceptance letters that will allow me to choose any profession
Wake up to a lonely mansion accompanied by expensive automobiles
Various bank accounts that allow me to do whatever I feel
Travel the globe in search of serenity as the emphasis
Contemplate the meaning of life and the writings in the book of Genesis
In a world filled with hate, make no mistake I am my biggest nemesis
So I stay on my toes because if I falter other foes can’t be blamed for the negligence 

Thursday, November 2, 2017

"Smile"

Smile because life is too short
Can’t afford to spend my time dwelling on agony behind closed doors
Never knowing what’s in store 
Smile, life is a beautiful thing
We all are born queens and kings
With aspirations and dreams
At times I wake up from a deep sleep in screams
Smile, the nightmares are temporary
Even though scary, they’re eventually buried
Into the darkness a torch I carried
Smile, the light is vibrant and warm
Swam with the sharks even when I was warned
Drowned, but somehow washed up ashore
Smile, the water has cleansed my soul
Now, time to set new goals
I’m sure to reach heights that erase the lows
Wish to spread good vibrations around the globe
Smile, the best has yet to come
In a world of bread, I’ve only tasted crumbs
So much time was wasted drunk
Took a blow to the head and bled
For weeks couldn’t be removed from bed
Smile, in the face of death
Tortured, but passed the test
I must cherish each breath
Smile, I’m awake and I love it
Wish to share my positivity with the public
Trust in my creator and place nothing above it

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

"Progression"

Preview of "Progression." Need to complete it by this weekend...

Pass you a handkerchief
As I work on my anger management
Another outburst, scalper blood runs through my abdomen 
I am a savage with an arsenal that chooses not to brandish it
My intuition is saying glory awaits
 Guts never bubbly better get comfy and stay in your place
My reality is set in stone
Bad choices were an attempt to test the throne
Learned my lesson for once progression is more than a goal
It’s something that’s pumping through my heart and soul
Never look back, no distractions allowed 
Every action has passion, sunup to sundown

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

“Dream Girl”

“Dream Girl”

I open my eyes, she’s lying beside me
Is this a dream or the memories inside me?
Remember the first encounter as I approached
She says she was on a deserted island and I was her rescue boat
Plenty of guys courted her for her beautiful features
Immediately tried to hit it out of the bleachers
All boring with the same old stories
All clichés, calling her boo, bay and shorty
Shortly thereafter…
A couple of serious thoughts and shared laughter
Similar tastes…
As the conversations grew we could truly relate
No dates…just asked her if she wanted to escape
We ran away from the system
Got lost in her voice as we separate the truth from the fiction
Sophisticated, she’s interested in the universe
Spontaneous wardrobe…looks good in sweats or a skirt
Her natural fragrance rubs off on my vintage shirt
She’s into wellness so I eat my spinach first
Opened my mind up to dine at different venues
She even has me eating off of vegan menus
She’s fresh as Venice beach
Allows me to forget about my enemies
My remedy…
She got me to wean off of the Hennessy
She listens to Beethoven, Nas and Zeppelin
I love her every feature from her feet to her freckles
She turns me on without being sexual
A perpetual bond that combines the physical and intellectual 
Concerned with important topics that range
From starving kids, poverty and climate change
Amazing body, attitude and a finer brain
No pressure as we take it in stride
We disagree, but are never disrupted by ego or pride
We go to bed, watching her sleep is serene
I open my eyes, she’s gone, it was all a dream 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

“Moments”

Soak in the scenery, make the most of each moment
Make an unspoken alliance with the beauty out in the open
No hidden agendas, just primitive ideals
Take the good with the bad and finally embrace how I feel
Suppressed memories resurface without warning
Of past lives, take a brief moment of mourning
Keep pushing forward, can’t allow doors to close
Restructure the foundation so it never implodes
Focus on the finish line without compromising the present
Try to figure out these blessings in disguise and why I’m tested
Can’t ignore the signs of an impending war
I have to choose which side to fight along and what I’m fighting for
Step onto the narrow path, the guidance is crucial
Keep a steady pace, choose wisely only that which is useful
So many variables, wish I had an aerial view
If I stick to my principles I leave no chance of being confused 

Friday, January 27, 2017

“Rainbow”

It’s pouring outside with no rainbow in sight
Advised otherwise, but I can’t stay inside
Under the umbrella of the greatest
I have no fear because I know he hears my prayers
Don’t understand the blueprint, but I have to trust
Pressure is mounting and I will not be crushed
Point blank, life has no pity
I’m still the champ in the eyes of the committee
Pick up the pieces and rebuild
At the fountain of youth to get me a refill
Follow the yellow brick road
In pursuit of the main code
Drenched, I wear no rain coat
I see the pot of gold, I sprint across the rainbow
If I should falter, wake up next to a halo
Won’t negotiate with the merchant, I can’t be purchased
The abyss was a temporary stop for the purging
Neglect led to failure, which turned to epiphanies
Accepted to be reborn, now the storm is diminishing 

Thursday, January 26, 2017

“The Fall of Civilization”

“The Fall of Civilization”

Provocative location
Operatives vacant
Overwhelmed with impatient
Leader replacements?
Of renovated nations
No internet connections
No officer inspections
No light on your transgressions
A world run rampant
No prisoner encampment
No physical enhancements
Limited to rations
Only those that take action, will get a full belly
From the Great Plains to the Serengeti
Lit candles
Ships dismantled
Baby cribs for ransom
Banana clips and hand guns
Worship of Idols & suicidal capsules
Animals on the mantle
Humans for cattle
No channel to watch scandals
Better watch out for vandals
Shooters with no manners
Just shooters with ammo
No need to wear camouflage
The water is just a mirage
Thirsty and hungry
Enough to make a saint turn another bloody
All threads are muddy
Sleep is scarce
Always prepared
If you’re not aware
They’ll take your share
Some leapt to their death
Some are forced to have sex
Labor pains
Stranger days
Cain and Abel ways
Entertainment is cruel
Brothers forced to duel
Then ashes are swept away with a broom
It’s cold and shirt’s torn
Mother’s selling their firstborn
For an aching stomach
Nothing is repugnant
Most will give up the fight
While evil forces unite 

Sunday, September 25, 2016

“Consumed”

“Consumed”

I’m consumed by passion
So all of my dreams will come true /
The nightmares are behind me
So all that I believe doesn’t seem to be untrue /
All that I conceive in my mind becomes reality without a doubt /
I’m blessed in abundance keep my feet on the ground
And keep my head in the clouds /
I’m confident yet remain humble as I’m being guided /
Overcome with delight and there’s no need to fight it /
Too excited, my fire ignites the whole landscape /
Quarantine positive thoughts and never let them escape /
Scars left over from the torture
But I’m not far from the fortunes /
Hustling all day, all week the pores are leaking endorphins /
High as a kite, high on life, died so many times feels like I have nine lives /
Push forward ‘til there’s nothing left in the tank, have to live right /
I have the will to fabricate favorable outcomes /
I’m a star that’s soaring in the Millennium Falcon /
My story’s based on true events
Of some smooth and not so smooth movements /
But, that only leaves room for improvement /

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

“Redeemed”

“Redeemed”

With every minute that passes I feel more redeemed
My beliefs are coming back to increase my self-esteem
My faith is strong enough that I can’t abandon it
I no longer feel stranded or disbanded
Floated when I should’ve drowned
I overcame the ego to stay grounded
The pursuit of happiness is bumpy
I shouldn’t be allowed to make assumptions
Exhale defeat and inhale hope
Feel so fresh and so clean like a hundred bars of soap
Now, back to reality and what it brings to the table
I‘ve made sure that all components are stable
The next level is sure to bring out the best in me
Thank my writing for rescuing me
Also thank the almighty for rescuing me 

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

“Positive Affirmations”

“Positive Affirmations”
Life can be funny, the sarcasm is poignant
One moment you’re sad, the other filled with enjoyment
Realize you control your own fate -
To a certain extent, but praise that which is great
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
One man’s poison is another man’s pleasure
The gift of free-will is not to be taken for granted
Get straight to the point, no need to be dramatic
Who decides the circumstances your dealt?
What differentiates success from a failure?
Always speak from the heart even if it’s hated
How come there are so many honorable vagrants?
Yet I always stay optimistic
Hoping the man upstairs is listening
Listens to my prayers because the gifts given are shared
I’m nothing without the power of the almighty
Never take positive affirmations lightly

“Cataracts”

“Cataracts”

Wings on an angel soar across the skies
While the horns of the beast attempt to cause a crisis
Various interpretations of what is righteous
Militants target the defenseless innocents
Above the turmoil lies magnificence
Even the hardest egos suffer from impotence
Every brilliance has a ceiling
Fear can’t be allowed in one’s appearance
Living in the moment results in emotions of the purest
Try to fathom if it’s real or pretend
Must defend the control center
The best operator can get into a fender-bender
Wreckage can be reconstructed
One can easily be abducted
But you must read between the lines of obstruction
Try to place emphasis of the true nemesis
Come to realize one’s absolute temperament
Tread the concrete contemplating the abstract
Visualize the light even through the cataracts 

“Mannequins”

“Mannequins”
Found the golden ticket, but I can only expose a snippet
All elections are rigged
Most ballots are counterfeit
All Politicians belong to the same tribe
They all commit the same war crimes
A game to intentionally explore minds
The victor’s been chosen ages ago
Welcome to the Skull and Bones and Illuminati show
I’m a philanthropist and an anarchist
I plan on making more moves than a mannequin
Quickly regained my sanity
Thought I’d lost all hope in humanity
There’s plenty of blame to go around
Whether you’re black, white, yellow or brown
I’m embracing all, I've never been a racist
We are all adjacent in this world of facelifts
Lately feel like I’ve been floating on a life raft
The current gets stronger, but I fight back
Time for sovereignty, we need a cleanse
If we don’t rebel we might as well be one of them
Preparing for the harvest as I await carnage
Knowing that the wrong people get pardoned
The gavel’s misplaced and passed on like a torch
Freedom flows through my veins and seeps through my pores

“Tomorrow Has To Be Better”

“Tomorrow Has To Be Better”
The dementia can make you pretentious
Many are a prisoner to modern inventions
Even though you crave them, you should avoid certain confections
Prone to infections, never throw stones over vengeance
Same things that can twist you like pretzels-
Are the same things that make you a stronger vessel
Endless potential, I’m hungry, but don’t have the proper utensils
Look to the sky and ask for the essential tools to get centered
Try to weather the storm and find the right trenches
The game impacts you whether you’re a starter or sitting on benches
Too many thoughts hang over my head like extensions
You shouldn’t get lost by assuming direction
You don’t have be behind bars to be in prison
Strong convictions mixed with contradictions
From one day to the next witness cataclysms
Even the furthest objects can have friction
Gratitude can be clouded overnight
A peaceful day is abruptly decayed when bombs fly
Take shelter until the dust settles
Because I know tomorrow has to be better

"Inferno"

“Inferno”
Trapped in a corner
Flames approaching
Thinking this it
Choking from the smoke inhalation
Eyes foggy
Starting to feel blind
Reminisce on the good times
Graduation seems likely
But, there’s still some fight in me
Speak to GOD politely
Asking for forgiveness
If I’m taking
Then so be it
I won’t question him
I’m a simple pedestrian
In this world of life
The roads are many
Some intersect
Sometimes there are signs
To redirect the path
Have to accept both
The good and accept the wrath
Was it arson?
Or was it a gas leak?
The heat increases
Getting harder to breathe
Seconds feel eternal
How did I come across this inferno?

Thursday, July 28, 2016

“Going The Distance”

I’m the difference between stupid and stupendous
The difference between a master and an apprentice
I’ve been scattered and lost amongst disorder
But, life’s working out, there’s been a weight lifted off my shoulders
Extraordinary measures got me to glaring heights
Preparation was key to the necessary drive
Morals of legitimacy, nothing is given for free
Perform under pressure regardless of the contingencies
I’m inhabited by the genes of a near obsolete breed
If I say I’m the best it’s not fiction or conceit
Many buy into bullshit offers with limited options
Frigid results so they give into insipid concoctions
I’m systematically out for perfection or a near resemblance
I’m here to change the universe, or at least my universe before it’s ended
There’s nothing that could hinder my success
Telling you ahead of time so you’re not surprised when my assumptions are met  
A million thoughts inhibit my mind when idle time is drifting
So I keep busy until I’ve reached what was once in the distance 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

“First Base”

Sometimes I got to get out of my own way
No such thing as a slow day, resist any foray
Life’s successes aren’t instant, it insists on foreplay
Buyer beware, a warranty is optional
Head in the clouds, I take the route with the most obstacles
The riches are worth the risk, much sweeter when reached
Keep a tight knit circle that’ll never be breached
The path is unclear, but I steer with confidence
Fires ignited all around, but I’m guided by providence
Insecurities thrown out the window
Learned to adapt to make the complicated simple
I don’t believe in luck, no such thing as being stuck
Shouldn’t hold on to what once was clutched
No better deterrent than your current situation
Determined to avoid making the same impatient mistakes
Only you should dictate the direction you take
Don’t rely on fate, but I have faith
Don’t take it for granted if you never had it in the first-place
How are you going to bring it home, if you can’t even get to first-base?

Friday, July 22, 2016

“The Canvas”

The canvas stands handsome, yet is untouched
A clean slate with the scrape of a brush
Give the painting substance with a resilient swipe
Flashes of brilliance some say are too bright
The lectures make more sense in the rain
The notes are soaked, but console through the pain
The thunder has an odd sense of calm
The skies are spontaneously drawn
Mildew in the next day’s newsletter
The bird won’t stop flying it will just lose feathers
The tides carry a load of buried treasure
Rise on new lands, is the visit for business or pleasure?
New acquaintances made due to common admiration
Financial gain subsides when you overlook ramifications
Gambling can be draining to the hand that wages
Left with nothing but that handsome frame 

Thursday, July 21, 2016

“Correct”

I’m an architect and a rare artifact
Always impatient, heart’s racing like a heart attack
Pray to GOD to have this artist’s back
Remain humble through the hardest acts
Stay tested, they say geniuses are mad, I’m demented
Skill implemented in every sentence he thinks of
Searching for the missing link, moves are instinctive
Many levels of excellence in the present day
I’m in the kitchen baking Crème Brûlée
A chef of many delicacies, who’s better than me?
Want to feast on your loins competitively
A big teddy bear, confetti everywhere
Every day is blessed if you allow it to manifest
Daily lessons must be answered correct
Even if you falter, know and trust in the above
Don’t abandon ship, plug the holes with love

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

“1776”

Present a plethora of scenarios,
A burning chariot running through your stereo,
Headset in limbo, won’t partake in your fairytales,
A man on a mission, your commission and emissary failed,
I’m nonnegotiable, pawn my social and dissipate from the grid,
Sick of being taxed, government making up for their slack with a vig,
What happened to 1776?
Plenty of tricks pulled from under their sleeves,
A new order’s conceived,
The indigenous people’s refrain from attempt’s to retrieve,
Gun powder shot through barrels from the hands of cowards,
Flowers for tombstones of men that fought for mixed signals in clouds,
Puppeteers dance while strings cut loose,
Present a puppet that’s obtuse,
While preaching about a burning bush

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

“Succubus…The Cure”

Feeling like I need a fix,
Heart ain’t broken, but I’m hoping for a momentary glitch
Actions contradict what I think /
Addicted to her kiss,
Fiendin’, seems like I’m leaning towards the abyss /
Looking forward to instant bliss,
Even if for a brief moment I’d take the risk /
She frees my endorphins, instigates a metamorphosis /
She has a morbid sense of humor, twisted like a contortionist /
The intercourse is priceless /
Attracted to any crisis /
The type to leave you stranded without reason /
Yet I’d Travel from the Pacific to the Atlantic in any season /
No tease, straight to the point,
No need for cheese to get to the cow’s tenderloin /
She doesn’t indulge in compliments or coin /
Exchange ideas, she makes you feel wise /
You better get them copyrighted before the ink dries /
Wicked adventures,
Waking up twisted as pretzels /
This one you cannot stencil /
She’s gone in a second like poof,
A witch with no broom /
It’s too late once her elixir’s consumed /
No anecdote,
The best that you can hope for is doom /
She just wants enough to quench the thirst /
She preys on the weak that seek to get purged /
I am told I am different, I am of significance /
But the moment I show self-discipline, I am no longer sufficient /
She prefers to wreak havoc on those that won’t regain innocence /
Am I free to come and go as I please? /
While you spread your plague I contemplate retreat /
I may not be here when you return,
I’ve found the cure for this disease /

“Ratchet/Commercial”

Using words like ratchet, that’s just flat-out unattractive
And if we ain’t fucking…
Then what’s the point in listening to your racket?
It seems nowadays this is the type of music that’s poppin’
I’ll bite, kill all their mics and get off, Johnny Cochran
It seems sophistication is not an option
I’m out of options, it’s about time I just make it
Should I shift gears or give in to product placement?
Can’t listen to current airwaves
DJ’s carelessly playing dead weight
Get thrown curve balls, it’s hard to keep my head straight
All these curved drawers keep my head straight
Lovely lady gets on her paws, but make sure she’s not intoxicated, I’m fair-play
Forget the foreplay and climb the stairs until you reach the top of the staircase
But using ratchet in every other sentence is gruesome
I’m not amused, I’ve blown a fuse trying to comprehend, but what’s the use?
Plus you start adding other words that don’t make sense, I’m just confused
The bae? Are you referring to ‘Frisco?
All I hear is insults and how they’re loading up missiles
I guess everyone is carrying pistols
Everyone claims to be a criminal selling dope
I just sit back and keep my words moving like envelopes
I need a brain to go along with this centerfold
Are you ratchet on your Snapchat?
Are you ratchet because you have a tramp-stamp?
If you’re so ratchet then where’s your man at?

Ironic

They call me Logan because of the way that I heal Bruce Lee because the way my hair sometimes appears Hennessy was my nickname in high sch...