#PoetOlSKool
#PoetOlSkool: Hashtag Poet Ol' Skool
My entire collection of poetry and shorts poetic stories would take up far too much space that this site can hold. I haven't always been a spoken word artist or performance poet, but I've been writing since I was 15 years old. When I started off, I would just write what was on my heart, whether good or bad, and usually crumble it up later.
But, now after the help of a few friends and family, I'm able to share my gift and love for the art with you. My pieces range from socially conscious to sexual to spiritual to serious to shit talking, and so on. I hope you enjoy the few pieces provided for you...
My entire collection of poetry and shorts poetic stories would take up far too much space that this site can hold. I haven't always been a spoken word artist or performance poet, but I've been writing since I was 15 years old. When I started off, I would just write what was on my heart, whether good or bad, and usually crumble it up later.
But, now after the help of a few friends and family, I'm able to share my gift and love for the art with you. My pieces range from socially conscious to sexual to spiritual to serious to shit talking, and so on. I hope you enjoy the few pieces provided for you...
The Struggle.
I am spoken word even when the word is not really spoken. Persistence overcomes resistance so I insist that you listen and bless me even before I sneeze or start choking.
When I open my palms and let poetic psalm and slip from the south tip of my tongue remember it’s not just the gift of gab I’m trying to give you. There’s no progress with out a struggle so the struggle is the story I’m telling you I’ve lived through.
A mind once bound by shackles and chains I’ve slipped through time like air between the droplets of water in rains to overcome animosity powered by the sin in me. Tattooed on my chest to the left, there’s nothing to fear but fear itself so I’m not at all scared of any weapon formed up and thrown against me.
I am spoken word even when the word is not really spoken. Persistence overcomes resistance so I insist that you listen and bless me even before I sneeze or start choking.
When I open my palms and let poetic psalm and slip from the south tip of my tongue remember it’s not just the gift of gab I’m trying to give you. There’s no progress with out a struggle so the struggle is the story I’m telling you I’ve lived through.
A mind once bound by shackles and chains I’ve slipped through time like air between the droplets of water in rains to overcome animosity powered by the sin in me. Tattooed on my chest to the left, there’s nothing to fear but fear itself so I’m not at all scared of any weapon formed up and thrown against me.
Shackled.
To the unheard, regretful cries from push and shove, tell me how a life with the most perfect imperfections of love can come to this. Anguish. Conversing hollow poetry from a shattered soul’s language.
It seems like all of a sudden, with no glutton for tenderness, I was handed hate. So, now I just lay like a battered carcass in this scattered darkness, lost in transition in a manic state.
And only fear and panic wakes me to see that I’m still alive to see the reflections of a soul-mate that has sold their soul a long time ago. I no longer have a chained body with a free mind. Instead, my thoughts of freedom are in timeless shackles with a bruised body and no help to find.
To the unheard, regretful cries from push and shove, tell me how a life with the most perfect imperfections of love can come to this. Anguish. Conversing hollow poetry from a shattered soul’s language.
It seems like all of a sudden, with no glutton for tenderness, I was handed hate. So, now I just lay like a battered carcass in this scattered darkness, lost in transition in a manic state.
And only fear and panic wakes me to see that I’m still alive to see the reflections of a soul-mate that has sold their soul a long time ago. I no longer have a chained body with a free mind. Instead, my thoughts of freedom are in timeless shackles with a bruised body and no help to find.
Last Night.
Last night, she said she was truly amazed when I gave her my number. Too shy to ask her for hers, I actually gave it to her so I wouldn’t have to question the thought of whether she was interested in me or be left to wonder.
But, last night, I was under a spell as soon as I picked up the receiver. With a voice so soft and gentle to make you a believer, I thought I was just blessed that I was given the chance to even meet her.
Not even wanting to deceive her, as I looked at the foreign number on the ID, I knew who it would be; it was her and I didn’t even answer in my “deep voice.” I didn’t want her to think I was acting like something I wasn’t; I had to be natural and not make a cheap choice.
Last night, she said she was truly amazed when I gave her my number. Too shy to ask her for hers, I actually gave it to her so I wouldn’t have to question the thought of whether she was interested in me or be left to wonder.
But, last night, I was under a spell as soon as I picked up the receiver. With a voice so soft and gentle to make you a believer, I thought I was just blessed that I was given the chance to even meet her.
Not even wanting to deceive her, as I looked at the foreign number on the ID, I knew who it would be; it was her and I didn’t even answer in my “deep voice.” I didn’t want her to think I was acting like something I wasn’t; I had to be natural and not make a cheap choice.
All For Her Pleasure
Baby, this is your first and only instruction. I want you to listen to every word I speak very carefully without any interruption and just allow me to utilize the very pentacle of my powers of seduction to message your mind and arouse your intellectual to cause a deconstruction of your very soul’s construction.
I want to wreck your cranium with crescent waves of cerebral orgasms and brain spasms so we can forever bask in the radiance of this spiritual and mental consummation, with you as eye candy for my temptation. The mind is the most powerful, hypnotic, intoxicating, and narcotic force in the nation and maybe universe. So when we converse, making love to you intellectually overpowers the mind’s set station and connects with your thoughts on the soul water deepest levels and becomes that sexual ratification.
Baby, this is your first and only instruction. I want you to listen to every word I speak very carefully without any interruption and just allow me to utilize the very pentacle of my powers of seduction to message your mind and arouse your intellectual to cause a deconstruction of your very soul’s construction.
I want to wreck your cranium with crescent waves of cerebral orgasms and brain spasms so we can forever bask in the radiance of this spiritual and mental consummation, with you as eye candy for my temptation. The mind is the most powerful, hypnotic, intoxicating, and narcotic force in the nation and maybe universe. So when we converse, making love to you intellectually overpowers the mind’s set station and connects with your thoughts on the soul water deepest levels and becomes that sexual ratification.
Forgiveness
Dear God. Forgive me my lord for I have sinned. As I stand here before you at your merciful hands I admit that at times in my life the demon’s semen have leaked in me and corrupted my soul from within.
Pretending to be my friend while trying to control and console my entire spirit. Walking my thoughts down the valley of the shadows of death, yet, I did not fear it and was able to sanctify myself with terms of endearment in your mercy and glorify your name. Allowing Jesus Christ to attain my soul and gain access to my heart and obtain my spirit to override all evil thoughts committed polluting my brain.
So now I stand before you at the pearly gates truly repenting my sins and turning my life over to you, my lord. I rebut Satan’s ill-willed rewards and refuse to die living my life between a war of the worlds behind the cruelty of his double bladed sword.
Dear God. Forgive me my lord for I have sinned. As I stand here before you at your merciful hands I admit that at times in my life the demon’s semen have leaked in me and corrupted my soul from within.
Pretending to be my friend while trying to control and console my entire spirit. Walking my thoughts down the valley of the shadows of death, yet, I did not fear it and was able to sanctify myself with terms of endearment in your mercy and glorify your name. Allowing Jesus Christ to attain my soul and gain access to my heart and obtain my spirit to override all evil thoughts committed polluting my brain.
So now I stand before you at the pearly gates truly repenting my sins and turning my life over to you, my lord. I rebut Satan’s ill-willed rewards and refuse to die living my life between a war of the worlds behind the cruelty of his double bladed sword.
(Soundtrack provided and produced by Ol' Skool)
