K Listen close.
N listen well.
I got a story
I gotta tell.
ring a ding ding
what I’m telling:
I’m a poet
I know it.
I feel it.
I show it.
This isn’t my story
but of those before:
like William Shakespeare
‘n Tupac Shakur
Prolific terrific explicit exquisite
feelings pump pulsating lyrics.
In Flaundres whilom was a compaignye
Of yonge folk, that haunteden folye
gave to me:
universal human telemetry.
Poets need not bring you heat
with clever verbs rhymed up in beat
like Robert Frost’s old chilly path
less traveled by your weary feet.
What happens at that fatal freeze?
Your spirit flees like withered leaves?
Edgar Allen’s Poe’s ghost now free?
Quoth The Raven
‘Course Robert Burns‘ wild passion
fire building lust distraction
mice/men’s plans gang oft agley
leaving grieffy-pain fer promised joy…
The Pursuit of Happiness’s all I know
all that shines ain’t always gold
if all you love is wealth ‘n money
listen, kid, to Scott Mescudi.
Though I wish I coulda listen to
Emily Dickinson spit her truth;
I, too, measure who I meet
owning pent-up cold with want in grief.
My youth was fed by Sam I Am;
serve me, please, Green Eggs and Ham!
Theodore Geisal or Doctor Seuss
ditched medical school in pursuit
of healing-feelings listened to…
Aftermath coats colorful matters:
M&M gems like Marshal Mathers;
Stan’s by me but so is Slim
when bad meets evil
Yin-YANG! Lin-Manuel Miranda writes
Hamiltion passing In The Heights
giving hope ‘n heart ‘n plays
hearing worldly plights today.
Felipe Coronel rhymes his speech
with immortal truth in his technique.
Devils once gods: the angels fell off
diversity burnt in the melting pot.
Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones,
when we rule the world,
please visit my home.
I heard you first last year;
when your flow moved my own.
Lawrence Parker’s number 1,
good thing we’re all prime numbers too.
I’m TweakUnique, but so are you
the truth connects our minds like glue
unless you hear, “Wah-dah-dah-duh-dang”
listen to my 9 M.M. go: Bang!
Circle spray rhythm from a loaded tech nine
Aaron Yate elevates
questions locked up in your mind.
Killa killa it’s the gorilla
chicks sniff a whiff of this
‘n all be like yay-uhh!
Shel Silverstein said the sidewalk ends
with new beginnings around the bend.
At peace, one piece, I’ve released
burdensome missing memories.
I long for love,
yet am filled with lust.
But I seek the truth,
and wish your trust.
As long as men breath
and eyes can see
so long lives this
giving life to thee.
That’s just the way it is.
Things’ll never be the same.
So I’m confused Grant Willis
because now: I’m Waiting.
In the Clutch you
pulled me through
Why can’t I do
the same for you?
Poets left ideas through time:
Rhythm And Poetry
Grapes off da vine.