A Public Display Of Juggling

2013 - Day 118 - magical mess

Your taste only makes
me wish that I was ready
to be physical.

2013 - Day 117 - co-cocooning

Snuggled and wrapped in
Silk. Surrounded by others
but they don’t matter.

2013 - Day 116 - haiku for those moments

Sweet regression and
Passionate backsteps fuel the
Dreams we wish could be.

2013 - Day 115 - First verse from “what am i doing”

What am i doing?
What direction am i supposed to be going in,
Seems to be the question everytime i grab a pad and pen.
Words aren’t quick enough to keep up with the thoughts.
Thoughts often betray the feeling laying in my heart.
This is the part, when art parts and the agony starts,
We bubble up like lava til the heat makes us pop.
Who is gonna listen when the shiny words dont glissen,
Say you spit with a purpose, but no one can see your vision.
Im within it, more times then not. It the melting pot,
When you either blend in, or you ether and get shot.
Cats get a shot, then they cant produce, rappers on depo now.
Screaming for fame, no one knows your name, just a pronoun.
He she or it, never insert name is legit,
copy the link, download, now they bumpin yo shit.
For 2 weeks, then on to the next to hit,
The mixtape scene, lookin like an open mic to me.
Everybody wants in on the show, nobody wants to pay the fee.
Everybody whats to shine, nobody really wants to see.
All dolled up, saying you real, but you aint who you sposed to be.
Thirteen years ive watched cats get lynched on this poet tree,
Went from books and being published, to battling it out in the streets.
They say the world will be inherited by those of us thats meek,
But whats the point, if the world we’re inheriting is weak.
We’ve seen the peak of the peak, yet we peek for a peep,
Of the passion that we seek in our true artistry,

What am i doing?

2013 - Day 114 - my verse from “better late than never” *coming soon to the Dwayne B/Ill Skillz Mixtape

They say I’m poetry’s 3 stacks, The parallels unparalleled,
Lyrically gifted, stylistically different from the other males,
Talkin bout that pussy they pimpin, spirinklin in them pills
But dont push me lil darlin miss molly aint offering them thrills.
Id rather tell you bout roller coaster common conditions,
That have you going up in down in your daily decisions
but listen, its hard to really pin point your ambitions
When ya feelin like you painting and no ones peepin ya visions.
Guess that makes me 3 stacks, All the talent and skill,
along with the frustration that stifles my will
To rhyme, in time, i find my self making promises to fam,
Mixtape release dates come and go without recording a jam.
And troys been patiently wait for me to get my shit together,
Feels like i’ve been pushing this off forever.
Well here you go my brother, hopefully its sounding clever.
I pray to god when it comes to heart its better late than never…