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”

*

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

*

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

*

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

*

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

*

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

*

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

*

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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Sonnet #5

The soul cannot be proven like genes that form the spirit

My greatest sin’s awareness too severe to be near to

I freestyle – off the top – I can’t say I engineered it

He or she who lends an ear to…me…I domineer to

Scheme, scam, plan, play, love is like living in your finest day

Shining like a crime that descended from the heavens – oh!

Pimping out Christmas on the corner since then till dismay

Lick my balls, no thought’s unspared, my poetry’s semen – al

Grinning like a cynic as I lie to you euphoric

Truth spinning like the globe on the fingertips of trotters

Changing like a memory – it’s not the way you stored it

I liked the girl I had till I saw somebody hotter

Thinking like a pig in pervwords yet oinking like a gent

Question Demise: What if no one ever shot 50 Cent?

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

That One Guy

I prefer to be alone

And even though I’m sick of this place

There’s no place like home

If poetry is alcohol

This is Prohibition

And I am Al Capone

 

I invite you to take my breath away

Or at least try

Many folk

Feast eyes

On what a starving artist wrote

 

I love like a demon and sin like a saint

I excel most when drawing ire

Or painting depictions of angst

No restraints

And at length

Because I fell from a world I once blended into

And wandered into a room

The saga continues

 

Random Pt. 15

Observe the master

Only I can do this

I named my first son Judas

And his little sister Jesus

I drove a guy to his house and watched him hop into the back of a van

Like damn, I guess he lives there

I became a psychiatrist and ended up selling kitchen appliances

I appeared in The Atlantic and was in a cult Satanic

I did stand up comedy just by telling people what’s wrong with me

I played a game of Jenga and almost lost my shit when I lost to a guy who had Parkinson’s

I was interviewed for a job teaching pre-school kids, but was told “you just don’t look like the type who should be around kids”

I used to operate a crane at a construction site and when I wasn’t doing that I planted dynomite

I received a strange call, a cold voice told me “I’m gonna fucking kill you homie”

I ran a light brazenly, some drivers honked their horn crazily but that wasn’t fazing me

I went to Chinatown to wander around and got into a fight with the Latin Counts

I went to visit an acquantaince in Pilsen only to discover 3 months ago somebody killed him

I ran into an old classmate, he was working at a grocery store and I made him feel better by telling him I’m also still poor

I saw a chavo watching TV in a Tahoe, I got closer and saw he was enjoying an episode of Johnny Bravo

I looked at a calendar and muttered “damn,” I won’t tell you why I said it, you wouldn’t understand

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

Continuation

Masturbating cause I’m tired of waiting

I take a shower and wonder when’s the last time

I layed down for bathing

I can’t recall

On the kitchen table is a bag of Halls

Whose could it be?

A thought that’s very brief

I make coffee

Nuisances

I have to write them off me

I think awfully

And that’s not even unique

I’m gonna tell you the thoughts I think

If I speak

Shit looks bleak

Why remind me?

Life is tragic

Life is like a habit and everyone is born an addict

Though some turn

to Suicide

I used to listen heavily

to Do Or Die

My headphones are paradise

My own chamber, a chamber within a chamber

Sometimes you need a little danger to remind you of the value of peace

I think ‘fuck the police” but if I’m pulled over I’m very sweet

A gentleman, a gentle man

Taking screenshots of a tweet posted on Facebook

and uploading it to Instagram

That is life now, can’t go back

My style is throwback or is it new

I don’t believe in voodoo

Who knew I’d be how I am

I look at pics from when I was a kid and think “damn”

How many jams will I be in

Before I overcome

I think I’m dumb, I think I’m smart, I think I’m dumb

and smart

I want to play every part

But not your role

No, I’ll never be swole

unless I use steroids

Fill the void, fill it fast

Have a blast then blast yourself

Crash the car, then crash yourself

Great advice, I gave it out

and quickly took it

Open up my booklet, read the words

This is not absurd, life, it burns

How hungry would I have to be

To eat a worm

Hope I never know

Enjoy the show

The show called Consciousness

It only ends

when you die

Unless you believe

your consciousness will teleport into the afterlife

I think that’s a lie and I didn’t tell it

I’m a salesman

with a story

And I can’t sell it

Dwell, dwell

Dwell on it longer, my mind was made to dwell

Something about hell

And finally – a reason to use gel

I haven’t fallen since the day I’ve fallen

I’m all in, bet my measly life

Cutting steak with a butterknife

Gotta use what’s available, and that’s what is

I woke up

And told the class

They’re not dismissed