Spontaneous Poems

That drop upon the branch
In limbo, poised, potential.
Each flower in perfect stasis,
Preserved more cleanly than the family bible
Could ever manage.

The light, filtered through
Water, leaves,the mist, the dew.
A tiny bug suspended bright
Caught in the act of taking flight.
My heart at once both soothed and torn
Immersed in wonder of the morn
Takes flight as well, and swoops, curvets,
Rejoice in awe that Izzie lets
Us share her gift, her faithful eye.
This heart could burst, but not to die.

Opening up her report card,
She found she failed a class,
So life became a torture.
It's something she couldn't get past.

She tore up the piece of paper,
And threw them in the flames,
Planning to get even,
And beat them at their game.

She was unjustly screwed over,
Because she's worked so hard.
Next day b4 school started,
She TPed her teacher's yard.

She went school angry,
And could explode anytime soon,
So when she was asked to have a seat,
She bolted from the room.

Yelling obscenities in the hallway,
Cuz she's right and everyone's wrong,
Doing property damage.
Her self control was gone.

She was suspended 10 days,
And ultimately expelled,
All for her bad report card,
That had made her life hell.

im still gonna be the flyest wingless angel
why you read my stuff ,listen to me ? cause i bring this angle
when your thinking inside the box
you go to the compactor
the number one factor
under the suns nuclear reactor
is how many temples can we build on these hemispheres
when the fears
interfers
getting into dope
into beers
bin through tears
i'll blink my two years
the podium underneathe my ass im do here
when i say i bin there and done that
gave orion his belt
where you think billy the kid got his gun at
ive bin through the turbulence my word a sense
hurdle fence and never turtle defense
the black blue and purple offense
lifes full circle is god sent
built in gods image
wonder what god meant
Nah i know , grow up blow up be on timne show up man up hands up grow nuts that drop when you stand up kick these cans up and down the street prometheus found the heat and shot icarus out the sky he said it didnt matter it was all about the high images flowing all about ya eyes displaying what i have sent through me what meant to be what its meant to me mentally incidentally emotionally the juliet potion be the anti venom for romeo ladies got love for this homie yo only know i'll never be lonely nope not
gon a happen the laser gun of rappin
the reality in the falicy's of ya galaxy
the syrum of the recordin booth john wilkes truth
i could lie and id still be true
parapelegics feel me dude
pasters that are plastered off the wine acting really rude
wheres the moral guidance with girls and the cookies
the cash and the bookies
the hair on them wookies
lookie lookie caught ya looking
got ya looking
the worlds a pot to cook in
and im make a batch a brownies
never catch a county charge
its municipal public mis conduct
i love it theres a dummy button through ya gavil fists on it
not even vega from sega can battle this sonic
boom
alot of mushrooms in the gloom
me and my coalition come cussin
cocky mf who come bustin
conducting concussions
from the heart beats percussion
ppl cussin
ppl fukcin
ppl sukcin
the lethal state these steeple stuckin
awe struck when
when i get you awe fuckin
awe fuckit
know what i mean
liitle red rideing hood and ma pucket
these fairy's tales of a place called absinth awe **** it
the same personality youve had since u lost innocense awe **** it
raw primordial bucket
cleaning the kitchen of finger licking chickin
chicken head and the whole flock left cold cocked
i never sold rock know how to hold glocks
to old to block a punch
its over before we started rocket punch
shooting for the stars
i gotta hunch
quasimoto said awe **** it
what do i think about the law Awe **** it
what do you think about the ink
blink and see the rays of the days blaze speck of life speck of light what do u expect of life respect the knights of the surround sound table spending allday breaking fables in the hallways a poor kid being fed silver spoons silver moons sweating bullets when you wolves wear sheeps clothing thats it period serious im at the pyramids with ya mummies and thats a wrap
thats a fact
and that's a that
matter a fact
jacobs ladder climbing my tracks
got a spine climbing my back
"reality " Defineing my act


i like your alot mcee fya i had to do my own thing on this one though

the days gray matter something to ponder these warmongers
fighting that has nothing to do with respect and honur
contour my niche on this flying land mark
a mans art
is his damn heart '
for heavensake take no pitty
through the raw gritty god did he probally an odditty
commodity marketed
clark kented
the million man march ended
the billions of ppl running this human race starts where we ended
do it again
fluid the pen
druid a flem
dyno roar dynamite rhyme an fight get high no more
today im a dinosaur tommorow im an ape
vines of the mind swing across rhyme an great
its about time you can stand straight
new mandate
this dudes hands taped
a warrior a soldier a solar candidate
crafted by the hands of fate
gippetto doesnt care what pinnocio stands to say
i got hands a blades cutthroats and band of aids
grandstand today madison square tommorow
use my bare hands to pave dugas house of common sense a week from now
step to the mic hyde put the beeker down
beat around the bush
all you want
speak the sound red button push
head hunting kush
take another shot from the smokeing gun ,whoops
im not apolagetic
dont all ya get it
im the homicidal serial iller you call a medic
brain washed you all forget it
ya'll more threaded then a marrionette
and a man carrying it
grave digger uncovering or barryin it
is this ya first time you past ovarian lips
cement shoes
what a mic is when you carrying it
drop it in that primordial cerebral cord we all cordial
corpral to corpse still capsule of adams apples
the wharf still mourge filled you tell me whats more real
this ordeal
or 2 bunks a pot to piss in an four meals
those meds you take before meals
the ones you take after
make half the
effort cause i have ta
lifes a close capture my hands do fracture
i cant stand you actors
and what you manufacture
reality this a brand new factor
wash ya hands and do read after
never sweatin the booth smoke weed after
girls sweating my tooth
you wanna kick it
im a weapon to boot
cmon the marijuana physics
have you pounding ya chest like you reppin the hoot
this are big shoes to fill just know what ya steppin into
if im a weapon then shoot ,slice ,lights thats life
fight or flight
im a griffin rhymein different
im prolific im you whether young ,old ,dead, or im an infant
got my rhyme instinct from one word can you define instant
what the mind is time isnt what time is im isnt
got you backing my bars the rhyme prison
your souls maybe free but ya mind isnt
open eyed vision when i open ya wise divison
purchase ya memory banks,
the lack of common sense made it a wise decision
ya'll bug me cause i got that fly vision
got ya eyes open wide my's isnt
in five minutes i can kill you in a rhyme but you've never felt so alive in it
such a large dose of reality survivein it
means your real in your city yor alive an spit
till the horizon split
and ya eye's eclipse
the great divide of it
a lake divided split walking these waters
two thirds of the globe trotters

I'm new in this. I hope I got the rules alright

still hung up on that
feel tears close to drop everytime I reminisce
filled with heartache, joy and pain my soul hauls
faults, doubts, lost and confused
thought about love and all it meant
weeping about the last time I felt my racing heart
it was nothing like this, I felt more heat

still see your cute soft face when I look back
the pill, addicted to the goodness and love of this world
when not enough my being can not give in
the pressures brought by the pleasures of this life
pain and consequences bound to every joy
for when we layed my brain was dreaming about tomorrow
the day to follow the night we borrowed
when all I have seem to matter, it feels better than this

still think about you and the day you cried
my soft voice, all I said, all I meant
a friend, your rock and your strength; all I can be
your lover, your life and the future; I can not promise
for what I feel lacks the defining piece
if I gave in, our love would be a kingdom lacking queen
envied and pursued, ready to give in to any passing lass
joy I can promise, but will it ever last?

To lose a brother
Sucks.
Shared childhood severed.
Warm grip, missed.
Phone line cut.
That warmth lives on in you,
You will not forget.

For two days the sea mist
Has been grasping at the Point
With covetous fingers.
Foreshadowing encroachment yet to come,
Echoing losses past and
Cradling the threatened land.

My interlocutor maintained
“Something should be done!”
Prevent each change at any cost.

The ebb and flow of nature
Builds and wrecks, carves and moulds
And shapes our world
To ends we rarely ken.
While human will controls
All it can steer; or rule
Propelled by fear.

Mandating shapes whose
Repercussions we again regret,
Come the revolution.

Sometimes Mother knows best.

Have I told you guys lately how great you are?

I’ve seen girls, princesses and queens
the beauty, different from what it seems
their smiles, charms and thee life,
somehow not enough to turn my desert green
beautiful actresses, just not for my screen
with you my mind is at ease, my heart is keen
your eyes, that smile, not to mention the lips
just a sip from your spring gets my soul tipsy
trying to keep focus, my eyes clouded and misty
like an AA meeting, you are more desired than a tot of whisky
seating, clapping lying to myself ‘how much I hate your hips’
let’s just break the rules go all out, I’ll bring the priest
declare my love for you though I’m still a juvenile
get you a big ring, for everyone to see, put it on your wrist

come outside and see
what we have become,
what we’ve done to ourselves
your children, meant to live in harmony
now slaves to stress and agony
may I not live to see the progeny
life and times of this dying generation
they walk, they talk, all is well

looking back, I can imagine
that first day when you chased the dark
and made us to live and thrive
in the light, splendour, the height you set
was not for us, only the enemy
was to reign, though not his destiny
we became too weak, gave him the throne

all that you made, all was to fade
I can’t believe I’m seeing this
tender palms, to hold and nourish
our children have became victims
seeking love on the wrong places
with the wrong people, making it
doing whatever we see fit
like an old-lady, my eyes are watery
everyday I wake up mad and sad
trying to find a reason not to sob and scream

Racing blindly t'wards the beach.
Helpless human torpedo.
Suspended with the sand.
Then tumbled, end for end
And dumped. Beached
Above the receding waterline.
Rearranging limbs, panting,
Grinning, turn to do it again

At my beach I feel such awe and wonder.
The power of the sea.
The lumpen uncommunicative sand.
The crushing, pounding, seething, wanton thunder.

Regrettably, it's also where
My new unleashed despair comes welling up.
Escapes its bonds. Overflows the cup.
Engulfs me in a tide more foul than fair.

<pops in... waves to Spike... hugs...pops out>

I am an indifferent sailor.
With just my trusty protractor
And my imagination
To navigate my path,
I lose my course.

I need an astrolabe,
A sextant, a decent map.
I wanted to be one of John Donne's compasses,
Which would have made me
Part of the guidance system.

drawn into the embers ambers yellow red
switching of the blender in my head
leave a useless brain in bed
its only full of worry, dread
not dead just fed up instead
passion of a heart feeds fire in the soul
what a world what a woe
now that once spinning is turning slow
oppertunity knocks
dissapointment kicks down the door
takes your floor and you must let it go
give up control
its an illusion, a comfort on a rock
this worlds a pair of blistering shoes
and were not wearing socks

lol

There has been a time,
So i'm foretold,
That a can of rhymes
Was bought and sold;

That if you wrote a line,
Then shook that can,
It turned out fine;
They thought it grand.

But I have grown old.
A rusted can
Is all I now hold -
God damn it, man.

It's a long time since you've been seen on these pages, Edgar. Hug.

I woud say that I 'm a terrible poet,
but I 'm nowhere near that good, Ed.

Not through choice I've been away. I have lost the ability to turn them out.