Art

I Rather Be The Rhymer

Fight, fight, fight

To sight I’m the absence of light

3-D glasses in the home theatre, reclined

Watching Passion of the Christ

And on a Samsung tablet you type

Painting a rosy picture on Facebook

In the midst of thinking “fuck my life”

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Alone on an island

There’s peace

A newcomer arrives

Now there’s potential for violence

Thorns of a rose with the pedals of a violet

Head in the clouds – a terrestrial pilot

No accolades – yet – I walk into the room convinced I’m the brightest

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All is what I think I deserve

Don’t ask me why

The feeling’s intuitive

So if you think otherwise…

To me that’s counterintuitve

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Some might rightly say

I put the lewd in ludicrious

“You’re so silly”

…

“Oh shit, he’s serious”

…

“Surprise! I’m only kidding”

…

“Oh shit, the guy’s delirious”

…

I’m the alleycat who killed George

Even tho I too was curious

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I am alone like a wolf, a romantically sarcastic, rash and drastic, outcasted wolf

In America I am a low-class wolf

In India I would be a low-caste wolf

Feeling closer to a dog

Feeling closer to a canine

Growling by a window

Crecendo – WOOF!

Till from afar I spot a fine figure by herself

Pending on her face…

My mind, based on her shape, tells my eyes to view her as a mate

Approaching with a comment I assured myself was pertinent

Beautiful face –

I conversate and fascinate myself

With how freely I relate

Can’t wait to recall each word I say

I think she wants to fuck, no, I think she wants to wait

Us humans civilized

Must disguise lust

And go through the motions of the ritual called “a date”

At the end of the day – PRIMATE

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Look

If this be the kitchen

I must be the master chef

You can’t even boil an egg

So look,

I’m the only cook

In a league of my own

Thus, I am the best

Lest, anybody care to contest

Look, a cook, a goddamn cook

Say, how vivid are your words?

If it’s sexy then we look

My words become Braille

To the hand that takes a page from my book

All Eyez On Me – The Attention Crook

Just a peek, you say

Well, that’s quite a long look

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I’m alone like Jose a.k.a letthewordsplay

My favorite term of endearment is babe

I never used the word “bay”

I like my sky grey with a chance of rain

Let divine tears trickle on us sadly(!) and return as drops of joy from where they came

The fall of water and its rise

Naturally explained is instead of super plain

The scientific mind is arcane

In a lab specific neurons were discovered that induce the feeling of what we denote as shame

Angels travel nonchalantly to the deepest depths of Hell where they re-up on top-notch fire ass cocaine

Everyone who is alive, listen up – at the same time let’s point a finger to the sky and cast the blame

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So like I said,

I like my sky grey with a chance of rain

I’m king of a kingdom, you’d be wise not to claim

The Kingdom of Pain

In that domain it’s beyond chance I reign

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Sulking like a trickster who in Hell became a joker

Your expertise, you honed to the highest of degrees

Tho when shown to me it’s dismissed as mediocre

Well-dressed men

Invite me, a nudist

To a table where stripping is the cost of playing poker

My actual greatest sin

Was being born sober

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Mapping out

A rout

Had I not been born a mute I would’ve been a motor

Mouth

I know all about the world

From the comfort of my couch

Don’t act surprised!

If I know exactly what you’re talking about

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Many outlets of the news, let out what accrues to common knowledge

Facts overshadowed by a cloud of fiction – Doubt

I look around and notice

Shout “Holy shit”

Thou be too foul to utter “Holy cow”

Nobody is not a journalist now

Living a life in which one is scarcely wowed

All I know is opiates

WTF is “ouch”

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I am who I am

But can come across in ways exceeding plethora

Birth certificates should bear names followed by etc. i.e. etcetera

I became a snob

The day I found out I was God

My peers I treat like 50

When he jotted “How To Rob”

Cruising on a first date

First track I play you hear say

“Slob on my knob”

We both peer at my lap

As we hear “corn on the cob”

To live the dream

Is to work a hobby as your job…

Preferably a lucrative job

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I go the extra mile

And I never ask the question

Is this worth while

That feeling of fakeness

When someone looks at you expecting you to

Smile

Don’t comply

No revenge for a cyclops

An eye for an eye

Each person, I see

On TV, on the street

Will die a death (no shit) meet a death and die unique

When I die

No one will be able to match the way I leave

Till then I will smoke weed

And be on speed

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The moral of the story?

Deem me as you please, I can still fulfill your needs

I am poetic, elite

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Chicago’s Very Own

It’s time for a new decision

Death is the goal so long as life is the mission

If I’m asking for it you can’t feel bad when you give it

So if you’re feeling froggy then ribbit

I’ve instilled in you the indifference I too had to live with till…

Should I be proud?

To a certain extent I think yes

If my rhymes are my wardrobe

I think it’s fair to say I’m not always dressed to impress

So what’s next?

I’m just gonna keep writing

Cross my fingers

And hope the next gal who comes along will find it enticing

Sort Of Like Sonic

Detention

In-school suspension

Out of school suspension

The progression

So you listened to Evanecence?

Shopping for my own Christmas present

“Pretend to be surprised when you open it”

Why?

That’s fake shit

I go see a painting

Then watch how others see the painting

Like: “what is they thanking”

No, I can’t play an instrument

No, not even a little bit

Welcome to the mind of Rex Tillerson

Let’s begin

Hitchslapping Pascal’s Wager

I need another reason to wear a blazer

It was a good look

I’m deliberating on which book

To get

Before hunting it down

Library card – taking it out

Let me dispel the notion that I have any doubts

The 13th

Ruminating

On he who is newly hated

It is I, the lamented one

The smell of sweat

Blends well with the scent of cum

I am young in relation to them

And I am among the most salacious of men

Or at least that’s what she said

…

If I’m a dodge you are

Mirage

A cheap collage

I’ll let the contradictions go and not paint you as a fraud

I no longer take your crueler sentiments to heart

At least I can say

I tried to make a contribution to the arts

I wish I hadn’t taken down my other site

I was proud of having it

An urge to make a sacrifice struck me

And for that do you ever consider yourself lucky?

Who Is Jose?

Jose wrote this, Jose wrote that

Jose thinks this way, Jose thinks that way

Every impression I could make

I think I’ve made it

How fun would it be

To meet the mild mannered man who is displaying

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For so long I’ve been a secret

Bonded with a stranger

In a way I’d define indescribable

.

I never really knew her secrets

No encounter has ever been stranger

No fall is unsurvivable

.

The Eminem chant:

I am

Whatever you say

I am

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Who is Jose?

A Random Tale

I robbed a hooded goblin

Ran into an avenue of traffic

Self-driving cars all crashed

Into each other

To avoid hitting me

An explosion erupted

And many screams followed

I live in a neighborhood

Called “The Sleepy Hollow”

Turned into an alley

And I was robbed by mad ghouls dressed in physicality

The leader of the group, they called him Totality

I limp away

I was beaten badly by them

I go back to the scene now permeated by the wails of sirens

For no apparent reason a cop executes a group of firemen

In a fashion reminiscent of the crew the news calls ISIS

I catch his eye and he waves me over demanding that I list my vices

On a notepad I scribble just a few of them

He says, “Hmm I only have two of them”

For some reason he is satisfied and I walk away looking back

Mayhem, many cameras now are filming that

I guess it is exciting

Univiting to be part of it

And I’m standing outside of it

Despite being at the heart of it

The Day Spells Gloom

I think I’m tired

We all get tired

In numerous quagmires

I am involved in

Which one needs resolving first

Prioritize by which demise is worse

If I fail to meet its cause with concern

There’s nothing new to learn, that’s the way I feel

Keeping it real is a motto hard to follow when reality is somber

Woe is me

and

So many others

Pain is not unique

Therefore, most of what I write is common

And that is not fresh

I’m not in the mood to be put to the test

Examine me tomorrow

Sorrow comes and goes