((Date When Written: January 16, 2010))
The Chalkboard
You face in front of a board with words you know are scrambled.
First you are fascinated what sentences could be formed from it.
Yet frustration soon takes over after the many failings of the meaning.
Left with no choice but to leave it behind or you’ll be left seething.
The farther you walk away from it, the more a weight carries on you.
One glance back and you knew you’d be back to wondering if it is true.
Taking a step forward and you have already taken two steps back.
An eerie silence has taken its toll but all you care about, is on the board.
An Epiphany While Sipping Tea
A curse, a gift, from the sky
Ask yourself ‘cause your wondering why
Sip your tea, time to say goodbye
Jump off the cliff, it’s time to fly
Forget regret, and start to try
Live forever, long after you die
Have happy memories when you cry
Let love flow in when you give in to sigh
First Rap Log
To the west, to the east,
Here them chanting from across the sea,
Never thought you’d hear a rhyme from me
Got tension coursing through my shoulders,
Here’s hoping I can move some boulders.
I’ll give it a shot, not much that I got.
Not my best plot.
Like the rest of you,
Hope this’ll do,
‘Cause now I’m through.
Pitter Pat Putter
Pitter Pat Putter
Would always cuss and mutter
When she farted another
But, alas, she could not compare to her brother
Or for that matter, her mother. . .
I really do wonder,
What might he think, her lover?
He might start to stutter
As the revolting smell drifting even further. . .
Into his nostrils.
Till then, as her best friend, I’m the one to suffer.
The End
Man-Whore
Even with your lip-closed smile,
You make all the girls go wild.
Give one flip of your hair,
And all the girls want to stare.
Make a girl’s knees start to buckle
When they hear you chuckle.
Speak softly into someone’s ear.
Calling every girl you know, “Dear.”
Rap Log, Act Two
Seeping what I sow,
Gotta’ hang on this flow,
Don’t really know,
If I can beat that damn crow
Try as I might, I can’t fight it
Someone ‘bout the throw
Some serious dough.
Yeah, I already planned it.
Don’t giv’a shit,
If ya start a lil’ hissy fit.
I’ll shove you down an endless pit.
See if that’ll save you with your sharp tongue
And your useless wit
Naw, it’s true, I haven’t even begun,
Won’t act like I won,
I’m only rappin’ for fun.
Taking out the big gun’s alright?
See me soar from
After Listening To "Aren't We All Running?"
It’s not enough to make your pain and sorrow.
Feel the breeze and clean air, as you open the window.
Amongst the vast sea, past the exotic trees, is your destiny.
Sprint forward in the unknown, your true face never shown.
Your lanky legs, slender arms, and tight-toned body…have grown.
Yet even though you keep moving you’ll soon find your heart has turned to stone.