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Jealous 

Am jealous of the rain

That fall upon your skin,

It’s closer than my hand have been,

Oh am jealous of the rain…

Am jealous of the light,

That makes your day so bright,

Yeah, i wish i could be the reason for this,

But, I look to you for my light. 

I thought that I’d be done, though,

My heart breaks in silent, as I seat through the night’s breeze.

And I thought that I would move on, but, I ended up giving in.

Cause you all I want, and I knew from the very first moment.

I feel like I lost my track and I can’t get back on,… Hhhhh…

My tribute to labrinth’s song, Jealous 

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The statement 

I’m bringing it down, am bringing it hard, 

My bro right now is not time to argue, 

No time to bark, no time to go by rules, 

We growling and watching waiting for you to start it. 

You messed up now we are about to get some action. 

Starting a brawl with me, you think that will make you great, listen, be grateful please I don’t take you seriously. 

Just go home and play with your action figures, and let the grown ups get some actions figured. 

Dance in the rain

Stuck in the rain with no shelter. What else can a man do but to despair… 

Wrong! What you got to do is blow up and feel the rain down, bare. 

You have to know that it’s God’s blessing to receive the rain that erodes away the pain that you so complain.

Look at it this way, you are not the only one who goes through strain.

So for a second, stop thinking and enjoy the moment that went to its way to get to you. 

I suggest you dance like Marcus Huston in ‘Stomp the Yard’, and embrace the day that is ever changing like a dance. 

So be fluid and let them troubles erase away. 

A wise man said, holding a cup of water is easy, but holding a cup of water the whole day is taxing

Mad man to sad man

Too much thought to trifle 

A man’s got his rifle, to his chin

About to blow his brains to smithereen. 

No break from evolving trouble, 

It literally feels like it rains in rabbles. 

Its like opening a door to an avalanche, knowing that the next door its worst than than. 

See life sweeps the floor with his face while karma plays its tricks on him till he lacks faith. 

Even if he pulls through the avalanche, an eruption is about to occur reaches out. 

Afore he pulls the trigger, remember this is all in the ill mind of a mad man transforming to a sadman. 

I mean, what is the point of holding on when all that happens is getting blown. Being at the disadvantage of the world’s game, its better to end it at your own pace. Right? You answer that. 

Is it justified to be undignified, stripped of pride, getting a thorny ride to your eventual demise? 

They say no pain no gain but if its more pain no gain whats the point trying. 

He might as well call on to the sandman to put him to sleep for all eternity. For that seem to be his only and final destiny. 

The girl of my dreams? Tell me… 

​Like a wrecking ball it hits me so hard I feel  my rib cage would give in.

She is the girl of my dreams, that’s why this hurts far worse than a bullet to the gut

You see, I love her but  she don’t love me, 

I’d lie and say I understand, that we all get cold feet 

Wants me to be her friend, thats like the biggest disgrace to any man who poured his heart out and got a sucker punch. 

Then you hear from your friend saying “nigga you know how you sound right now, you are my man I would think that you are punk right now, 

You got the world going on  for you, why you gotta fool so much ” 

Funny though, I thought i was perfect for her, 

I suppose it wasn’t in the way I thought, 

I didn’t mean the same to her.

Am yet to think about whether I should follow the scripts advice and be the man who can’t be moved

BATTLEFEEL


Mmm, see everyday we wake up

Put that brave face  on, so you can face what wrong

With the day, that carries the great  weight  of war

Now you gotta be willing, to be a part of this kill

That not only takes away the life, but you sell your soul to it. 

But if you don’t you find yourself by the creek, while  people packing heat pointing guns on you back

Unapologetically saying “hey man if you don’t swim we won’t get much  to eat. Nothing personal, its just the fact that you ain’t  worth the discomfort.”

Damn, the world can be heartless. 

The truth is that, at some point in the future, we think that things may get better,

But we find ourselves clawing our paths hoping to get to success, or peace or prosperity. 

But for that a price to pay, you might get to a certain top but, howmany lives have you ruined? How many more till your satisfied. 

You tend to lose your humanity in pursuit of a thing that you can’t grasp

So do me a favor  and stop, take a break  and have a look a round, and tell me what you see, is anyone smiling, laughing, dancing with you, or are they not even willing  to talk to you. 

Don’t worry  am not blaming  you, am simply saying that you need to be appreciative,

This world is old but you won’t last that long, it’s got years on you. You should be grateful it hasn’t turned on you

The the destruction it leaves on its wake, its amazing how we hope it would end. 

But that’s just a lie we tell to ourselves knowing very well that this is nothing short of a Battlefield

That stormy day…. 

​Today the skies roared, with a flash of anger

Bright enough to  make a grown man cower behind their mother’s skirt. 

Water used to bring calm in a time of drought, aimed for the destruction of the day and hasn’t let since. 

One day  sunny  the next  a small version of a tornado in a town caught so of guard, they  may  never recover. 

With roofs flying off, the once humble homes of the people looks

Like a ghost town 

With its memories fading away, 

Staring at it, it almost feels like sitting at the bay

Watching your future sail away with the Titanic.

Sad, though isn’t it?  Like the ship once the city hit a storm it won’t ever get back up. 

Its like a dying Buffalo  and its herd leave it behind so that they may not be slowed down. 

Disaster strikes, mother nature wins but it weeps, or we weep for it. For the lost, the loved one,

The ones we meet the ones we keep. 

The world is cold without that friend, 

And when that storm hits, it marks the end 

Close enough? 

​Am reaching out to you, 

It seems  that am missing you, like crazy. 

As I try to get close to you

Damn! I need you.. 

But I find the more I  walk toward you, the more you  slip through my fingers. 

I know  I haven’t been  a friend of  late 

My actions make me feel like I  put me in jail. 

Can’t get to you even though I punch that wall till the impact chews to my knuckles. 

Truth is, even if you are close to  me it feels like I have to cross  this mountain, 

And that makes me hopeless

I get so thoughtless

I go on a rampage, 

With brandy in my blood channel 

My mind in a frenzy, and your picture engraved in my eyes, am weary. 

Its not that I cant be with you its just that am lost  without you 

Alone and wanting you, but not knowing how you feel is basically 

Putting a sailor in world without an ocean 

Grasping at straws

Everybody always  smile in times  of trouble to show  that that trouble doesn’t shake them. 
But facing that demon is not always a walk in the park

Hell you couldn’t even raise a grain of sand when facing some problems. 

So you turn desperate, from sweet to  sour. 

Some comes and tells you, “don’t show your back to your friends, you never know how many knives may go through.”

So you protect yourself by aligning yourself to the wall. 

Hoping that the ball won’t roll, on you. 

Even if you see no chance of survival, you still claw your way up the sink hole

Joe Frazier went at it  with Mohammed Ali,

Toe to toe with this giant badly. 

But he knew that was the last time def kweli. 

Though he threw those punches for his life, his legacy 

He earned his place in the wall of legends, the guy who went at it with the charismatic Mohammed Ali. 

So fight your way through, you might come out in beast mode

Thrive after you come out of that hole that you struggle tooth and nail to get out of… 

Band of Brothers 

A first glance full of unease and mistrust. 

Dropped in a world where one lives alone and dies alone. 

A world where one  depending on others is signing their death certificate. 

I was placed in groups of four as the war broke across the  world. 

“trust is earned… ” that is indeed a true statement.

In a war where death is assured yet no choice but to engage, time seems to fly ever so without a trace

We grew  together without realizing it. 

We would come to each other’s aid when we saw fit. 

And fought each other when one was wrong. 

A day long lost to the sound of bullets and explosives, a sacrifice made for the sake of his friends, 

The one time we showed emotions to each other

Upon Baileth’s last breaths, in the cover of rables, 

As we lay on the ground firing back at the enemy as they sullied forward and clearly at an advantage with numbers. 

He said ” of all the days in my mudded years, am going to laugh at this moment the most,” 

Puzzled by his comment we let him rant some more as we continued to fight back.

“Aahh… Its been fun this here journey  with you, you’re all my brothers, I couldn’t ask for more.

You’ll hate me for this but this is here is my thanks for the good times we have had. I’ll be seeing you at the end.”

With that,  before we could  stop the guy, he rose and sprinted  away from us drawing the fire with him. 

Helpless  we saw him take those shots but didn’t flatter, kept running, 

I tried to  run after him but strong hands grabbed me and dragged me away. 

At the very last moment he turned as he fell showing  visibly that he was smiling. 

Hmmm that guy forever engraved in my heart that memory of him, even in death he smiled in front of his brothers so as they don’t wory or blame themselves. 

We may be far from each other but I will be forever  grateful as they taught me  a great deal, they are not only my friends  but my  brothers to the very end,  and he, Baileth, my hero.