Man...what do you do when you feel lonely?
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Poems--Questions of a Loneliness
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Labels: emptiness, happiness, loneliness, poems
Poems--So Many Things
So many things...
Rhymes--Disappointed
I got this beat and don't know what to do with it
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Labels: disappointment, girls, rap-lyrics, rhymes
Rhyme--Mixed Message
How I
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Poems--Writing to Jazz
Nothing like writing to live jazz,
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Musings on Overthinking
I suppose I just feel like writing. You know, as a poet, I always feel compelled to rhyme, to sell my mind on paper. But I suppose that sometimes, it's best to forsake my talent, to take in the entirety of what my mind has to offer, beyond the metric rhythms floating in this magnet of thought patterns I call my brain.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Poems
Why this bane?
Why this chronic malady?
What have I slain; what great injustice have I arranged
To deserve this melancholic property,
That leaves me with no place to shine but in this marauded prosody?
When did I become so sullen?
So suddenly, so fallen?
So utterly sodden with tears;
When did my quixotic years give way to this nightmare,
This hopelessly downhearted and constant fight against this cruelest of mind snares?
And when I look towards the sun, why won't I find a light there?
Have I been blinded by the night's glare?
What happened to my life; why'd it become so hard to breathe and feel alive,
To heal my wounds,
To steal again the many rights that once adorned the hallways of my songs;
This feels so wrong.
I've never done a thing to god,
But now I've come to question if there's intervention after all--
For if a pestilence as this exists without a reason;
If an infection so horrendous as to render its infected dead/alive, and yet surrendered, has a place in mankind's thesis,
Then this is treason,
An unforgivable malfeasance;
And if a god can't wrest disease away from people that he keeps,
Then it is he that's held accountable to me.
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Labels: disease depression, poems
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Rhymes
Just days ago wore my heart on my sleeve/
not the hardest thing ever but still took honesty/
cuz I humbled myself to this girl named lissette/
you know i let the feelings get advanced accelerated mistake number one made from the start/
idealized her but realized worth is earned not given free like natural water/
friendship is a beam of light but the breeze of time is in the end responsible not forcing your mind on them/
time does the understanding/
landing in a lake of smiles is always nice/
but if you take the time to fill up a lake/
it's more precise/
so I relayed to her how I feel/
put aside emotion sentiments cuz the deal/
was sweating like the sun/
and to be the only one original individual kat/
planned ahead/
want to cultivate a positive friend/
keyword accentuated/
cuz mistake number two made/
and hated myself in a small way/
tried to play the game/
you know you've gotta be up front be your own way/
face contorted in expression of pain/
distorted brain trying to sort the recorded aftermath/
once we spoke/
hope she won't act unnatural/
now the agenda's on the same page/
actual purpose of a smile/
of a filtered conversation is to dial/
the number to her heart right/
where the word friend resides/
alive in her mind/
not die like the rest/
convulsion of thoughts expressed in disarray/
cuz space has this gravity attracting me to l/
plain simple message told her 'I like you'/
so it's insane to tell tame a wild sensation/
to be friends is just the reflex of our relations/
I have this feeling she might not pursue/
the proposition to/
be for her the kat to be for her there when she needs me/
I hope she sees me/
as what I envision a seed for growth/
if not I'll learn to cope/
I've learned not to dive into the pool cuz minds must be scoped first/
then enticed to fill out the survey to show worth/
slow work into our friendship I fear/
but the ball's in her court now/
want to believe I'm wrong about what's thrown down here...
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Labels: girls, heartbreak, hip-hop, love, rap-lyrics, rhymes
Rhymes
Humans are like antennas picking up channels/
tuning into stations full or empty but no perfect reception white noise turns up missing programs close up/
throw up precipitation in the form of disillusioned irritation/
but people need to realize/
whether it's the first or the last ten/
don't idealize/
the fact is some channels just won't show up/
don't give up the ghost don't stop showing love/
there's an average spread of negative attributes/
through all people on this planet we all hear the same flute/
ask your mind for the notes in the music spreadsheet/
watch as you compare the similarities/
printouts reached cuz the mind records the sounds of life the same way/
across the board the conscious thoughts end up with the same fate/
we all relate/
we're all the same replicated brains just a different name/
but check now your common ground/
sometimes heads don't look for it/
then say there are no common nouns/
well the verbs are equal/
the herbs we eat are equal/
the shirts we weave are equal/
one size fits all our people/
next time stop and wonder if you really think that kat across the table really has a different link/
whether asteroid or comet we rock the same effect/
when we blend all our flavors together we bust one style trend/
one wild gem/
one wilding/
one wild thing/
we're children/
of his reign/
his universe/
we all write the human verse/
let's unite/
I'll help you fight the struggle with my martial arts your Hip-Hop his hip-hop their slick tropical samba color the same horizon/
experience the same summer/
we've got more in common than in opposition/
with our brothers/
cells in one body/
the world/
I hope we break the clutter/
and free our minds/
I think we will in time...
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Labels: acceptance, empathy, hip-hop, humanity, people, rap-lyrics, rhymes, similarity, solidarity, tolerance
Rhymes
I make my home out of rocks and boulders so I can adapt me genes to the rough surface of the earth/
texture not always round or always curved/
sometimes the tangent lines to my mind not perpendicular to my height/
time flows in irregular patterns/
just checked the warped box in the ice/
the rhyme's losing flavor/
no longer nice/
somebody add soy sauce to the rice...
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Labels: hip-hop, mathematics, physics, rap-lyrics, rhymes