Untitled Slam Piece

I rink of yesturday,
while you are smoothered
in expectations of the future.
But you wont go to far
with out me.
You grip my sleeve on the fast lane
but I refuse leave from yesterday.
Because that’s when life for us
was nothing but a dream.
But you chose to wake up
to reality
and I just decided
to make my dream a reality.
Our point of views on life
are different.
You say Don’t knock the weed
till you try the weed.
I say, I’d rather not try it at all
because I know I don’t like it all.
To me its nothin’ worst then a friend
who knows you dislike
but still insists you should like.
See its not like that.
If you don’t remember how you were
you cant dream of how you’ll be.

I remember
when me and you
were in the basement of
my mother’s rented condo,
wearing barney like it was
hip. It wasn’t. But we sported it.
We made all these plans
that’d we’d remain purified,
never touch a get high till your fly plant,
or never let anyone get in the way of our dreams.
I held up my end of the bargain
but you let peer pressure tug on your leg
as he drags you so far in the future
and you forget how you were. You
forget your dreams but still try to convince me
that you’ll never stray. But when you opened
your mouth all I could hear
was a stereotypical quote after
another. Sex is so boring now.
I got high last week.
You should get high too its
not like what everyone makes it out to be.
But you see I don’t care
to me that’s in the way
of my path to be great.
Katt Williams also said,
aside from nothing is wrong with weed,
If you anit smokeing weed
because you got a job by all means
make your yo paper booboo.

Untitled Slam Piece

I don’t know
What Jazzmin was preaching
But I am scared
Of lions, tigers, and bears.
Because if I saw a tiger smiling all thirty-two
Or possibily more
at me,
My pants wouldn’t stay
dry enough
While I’d be running
fast enough to save
My life.
Don’t let me
get started on
Bears. Those huge
ass teddies are about
As cuddly as
A bag full of tacks.
That’s like sayin’
I’m not afraid of death
But if you saw
A train
Comin’ full speed
Like a girl who smelled axe,
You couldn’t tell me
You wouldn’t
Move.

But,
Being face to face
To Yogi and Mufasa
couldn’t ever compare
To the fear of losing your
Must treasured.

Just imagine:
The look on your face
A distorted and twisted sponge
Squeezing out
Last words in a liquid form.
Your mind over loads
You cant take it,
You’re only human.

You grip your shoulders
Where his hands were
Suppose to be placed
And whispered increasingly
Death happens get over it!
Death happens get over it!
Death happens get over it!
How?
How do you get over
Losing apart
Of yourself?
How do you get over
Losing the only one
who gave a damn?
The only one who knew
You cried when the lights went out
And then comforted you?
The only one
who made you impervious
To lions, tigers, and bears.
The only one
The only one
The only one
Who made the whole
That can’t be
Filled in the blood-pumper
Of your body, that
Fears runs through
Over and
Over and
Over again.
How do you forget
The one that brought fear to you?
You cant because
All long as you remember,
You’ll fear.
As long as you fear,
You’ll always remember.

Never ending
Death
Fear
It happens
Like goes on.

I'm So retro

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bg_JU3c3Yr8
This is my buddy performing, i was one of the loudest ones in the front row!! ^_^

What image do you see from this poem?

Macbeth’s doppelganger takes
hold of star-studded rags
painted with blood of oblivious
soldiers, morning skies of
forgotten values, as well as skin of
European descendents,
terrifying this coal colored exterior
of mine.

Slam Team Help!!!

In the city that i live in they are picking kids for the slam team. Now those of you who know your peotry know that a slam team is when we get to compete against other poets. I am one of the fortunate and I need help getting my poetry together. Those of you that read this could you please regularly check out my blog to give reviews for my poems. I'd be so greatful. ^_^

Who Won?

One day -class reunion-
old PE teacher asks, “Did anyone see the
game last night, who won?”
He did this every time during my high school year.
I know the right answer –yeah- Pistons
Every game the poor Pistons play and play
for a chance to win like pass times
Then finally they do it-
They win with zeal, persistence, and wanting sweating hands
each time shooting the ball –risking everything-
making the shot and whoa score
I scream out happily, “Pistons,” -yeah-
then I saw how amazed and wowed
all my high school crushes were –so delightful.
The trick is to always call him out,
for verily verily I say to you,
he won’t come up with another
So I wanted to be an attention hog and the best
and even though women are pronounced
ditzy and oh so emotional, I said,
“Right?”
I knew I gave the perfect answer
It was right and pretty smart. The whole class
Whooed in astonishment as he looked baffled
more then ever before. Then he says,
“Uhh I don’t think so,”
Then I spat back, and said
“Ummm yeah that’s last night’s game.”
He concluded that I asked an old classmate
and had not taken him seriously at all
Untrue(!)
How should I say this
the devolution of tall men
the size of a full grown giraffe’s necks
that can reach the hoop and slam that ball. Did
you know that Big Ben was the star player but not anymore
making his way to the Chicago Bulls to be
their new all-star player leaving the Pistons
leaving Billups to his own devices-
(everyone liked Billups but loved Ben)
leaving the fans to the rest of the team
leaving them to defend against the Spurs
but the Pistons came out on top-
while joyous fans,
waving their foam fingers from their cheap seats,
applaud their victory;
the Pistons are very proud and relieved,
counting theirs prayers and maybe seeing it as a blessing;
fans know it was their skill that came through
the graceful fan's strength is there own,
Thought your TV will always be on
you will never comprehend their skills.

My inspirations

Everything has a story to tell.
thats the way I see it. If
a picture is worth a million words
then a poem should capture it?
I took this pics to help out my poetry.

Forget to Guess

-This is a dictionary poem-



Forget- To not remember.

I know it
I know it
I know it
I got it
It’s gone
I know it was something me
And my girl
Were talking about it
Since yesterday
Or was it today?
The streams of thoughts
Were as fresh as
Great great great great great Aunt Betty’s
Fruit cake.
I know what it is
I talk about
Everyday for the last
I forgot
But of course its
Something living
Dead
Or maybe inanimate
I forgot
It was in line 43
Of the Canterbury tales
Or was it?
Nope I lost it.
It was clear as
Queen Elizabeth’s love
For Literature and comedic plays
But only the ones with dogs
So it had to be about the…
Damn I lost it.
I know it!
Its on the tip of my tongue
What is it!?
Is it superman’s true identity?
-which is Clark Kent-
Or maybe its mommy’s 25 year old collection
that’s hidden under her bed
-magazines of Will smith-
Or maybe its something as simple as
I like pie.
I forget
Maybe its Edgar Allen’s Poem
With my name in it
-he didn’t love me-
Maybe it’s the song with the lyrics
‘I don’t wear skinny jeans
Blah blah blah blah something because
My gap don’t fit’
I think by Jay-Z
I think
I don’t remember
Train of thought
Train of thought
What is it?
What is it?
Train of thought
Train of thought
What is it?
What is it?
Oh yeah!
I’m allergic to---
Something that can kill me
I think.

Guess- To think or suppose.

Lay on the bed

You lay on the bed
with your identity
becoming one with
satin sheets. Turning
the winter white spreads
the color of newly
blossomed roses.
The stainless steal dagger
engraved beloved
inflicts agony
to your body. As the wielder
gives you anguish.
She left you with
a lick and a promise
not checking to see
if Death made you
it's slave. You cling
onto the cliff of life.
The wound
on your body could not
compare to the wounds
planted on your heart. She
always manipulated
your Achilles heel. Even now
at your brink conscious.
Your mind cried
revenge,
but your heart whispered
never.
How could you ever
harm the woman that made
your body, your manhood,
and your heart
feel on top of the world?
You could not.
So lay on that bed
playing a losing game of
Tic-tac-toe
with death,
because you'll slip
away
with nothing but
a broken heart.