KNOCKA FYAH

THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBMJ3Mt6jag

SOMETIMES IT SEEMS AS IF LIFE IS FALLING APART, AS I HAVE BECOME A VICTIM TO MY ART, WINGS THAT CATCH NO WIND.

SO MANY PIECES THAT I CANT SEEM TO MAKE IT ALL FIT, A WHOLE LOT OF STRESS AND NOT ENOUGH REST. 

TWO SIDES OF THE PICTURE THAT I AM.

SO I GO TO MY PLACE OF THINKING AND PERUSE THIS SITUATION.

A DERANGED BUNNY IN A MADMANS BRAIN.

WHERE THINGS ARE NEVER QUITE WHAT THEY SEEM.

I TOLD YOU THAT THIS WAS A MADMANS DREAM.

ON A WEDNESDAY IN OCTOBER  AS I BRING THIS VERSION OF VISUALITY.

I KNOCKA FYAH FROM THE SKY, FROM THE AIR THAT FLOWS AROUND I.

AS TIME SLIPS AWAY.

DAMN CLOWN

I REALLY DO NOT LIKE CLOWNS, GROWN ASS MEN RUNNING AROUND WITH THEIR FACES PAINTED ACTING LIKE DAMN FOOLS... AND WHATS UP WITH THEM BIG ASS SHOES? I ALSO AM TALKING ABOUT THE OTHER KINDS OF CLOWNS HERE ( I WILL NOT SAY ANY NAMES BUT IT BEGINS WITH ROB AND ENDS WITH BLOWE)

HERES TO DA CLOWNS.

 THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sO9UhxR29m8

SMILE AT ME AND I SEE THE REALITY, PAINT ON YOUR FACE AND A BIG ASS RED NOSE, MASKING YOUR TRUE BRUTALITY.I SEE YOU IN THE SHADOWS AND TRY TO RUN YET IT FEELS LIKE MY FEET ARE MIRED IN QUICKSAND, ITS THAT DAMN CLOWN ALL OVER AGAIN.YET I TOO DWELL IN THE DARK, THAT PLACE THATS DEEP IN MY HEART, YOU WERE DOOMED TO DIE RIGHT FROM THE START.SET YOU UP AND SPRUNG MY TRAP, LISTEN TO MY WINGS AS THEY BEAT AND FLAP.THE TABLES HAVE TURNED IN THIS DUNGEON, WHERE YOUR STRENTH BECOMES MINE AS YOU TRY TO RUN.AND THIS IS YOUR HOME UNTIL I TIRE, WHERE YOU WILL MEET ALL MY FRIENDS WHIP, CHAIN AND FIRE. YOUR EYES STREACH WIDE AS YOU REALISE YOUR FATE, TO LITTLE, DAMN CLOWN, TO DAMN LATE.I HAVE DWELLED JUST AS LONG AS THEE, SINCE THIS WORLD BEGAN I STARTED TO SEE.YOU THINK YOUR EVIL IS THE ONLY KIND? I HAVE LEFT OTHERS OF YOUR TRIBE LYING ON THE GROUND LIKE DRY MELON RINDS. NOW ITS YOUR TIME TO BEG AND PLEAD, SORRY MY FRIEND YOU BELONG TO ME.

DAMN IT ASH

I felt that an introduction was needed to introduce this next poem. I rarely dedicate poems to females in my notes. I mean I have written poems for female friends of mine but they are usually anonomous. The reason that I wanted to introduce this is because this is the first poem that I have ever written dedicated to a woman who was not of color. I debated this because of reasons that some of you may not overstand [not easy,not easy at all]. but reasoning won out. So this poem goes out to a good friend of mine who is as crazy as a poet comes...Ashley LyricalGymnist Diaz!!!

 

LIKE A SHOTGUN BLAST ON A QUIET NIGHT WAS YOUR ENTRANCE INTO MY INNER CIRCLE...SURPRISED AT THE STEED THAT YOU RODE.

YOUR WORDS SO TIGHTLY WOUND YET SO LOOSE IN BURNING FREEFALL...A SHE POETIC BEAST WITH A PEN PERCHED ON THE HIGHEST CLIFF OF KNOWING.

THE WAY THAT YOU RIP A SCRIPT IS VERBAL ILLUMINATION SO IMPRESSIVE THAT I STOOD IN AWE...STAND WITH DROPPED JAW.

WHITE CHOCOLATE SO SWEET THAT YOUR PSYCHE SEEM TO MELT PON MINE...PON MINDS...GOT MORE STYLE THAN PIMPED OUT CADILLACS AT A CAR SHOW.

THE INNER YOU CROSSES LINES DRAWN IN THE SANDS...KIND OF LIKE A PROPHETESS IN A SAVAGE POETIC LAND.

BY THE INK THAT YOU ELICIT...BY THE NATURE THAT YOU PRESENT...DOORS SPLINTER AND SHATTER IN THE WAKE OF YOU.

A BIRD IN A FOREST OF BURNT OUT DREAMS...WHERE SO MANY ARE LOST...MENTALLY DISEASED.

FEATHERS THAT SHINE IN LUMINOUS IRADESCENCE... A PHOENIX FROM THE FLAMES...EMPRESS ARISE.

ANNOITED ART THOU IN THE FIRES OF REALISED VISUALITY...WE WALK THIS PATH AS FRIENDS...STEEPED IN COMMONALITY...POETRY THAT TEARS DOWN PERCEPTIONS.

KINGS INTERLUDE

THE MUSIC...

http://youtu.be/vx8vdF5VvvU

THIS WIND THAT BLOWS ACROSS THE EXPANSE OF I MAKES I SEE THAT WE NEED TO BE FREED IT TICKLES THE BONES OF MY AFROCENTRICY, MY PEOPLE WE NEED TO ACHIEVE.

BREAK OUT OF THESE WALLS IN BABYLON AS WE TAP INTO THE MAGIC OF BEING WE,AND THE ANCIENTS WALK AGAIN.

FOR HUMANITY BEGAN WITH WE.

AND THE UNIVERSE AWAITS OUR ARRIVAL.

IGNORANCE MUST BE JETTISONED IN OUR WAKE.

FOR OUR SPIRIT CANNOT BE CONTAINED.

TO THE HEAVENS WE RETURN.

MY PAIN

 THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7PSEXg1BsU

My pain reaches at me with claws unsheathed and scratches the surface of I.

In my bones doth it linger...the marrow of my bitter soul.

Broken wings of angels litter these grounds...skeletons of past lives lived in the purgatory of my very being.

Days where the light from the sun seems to be swallowed whole.

As I dwell in the abyss of dark agony.

My screams choked off until they are but a whisper from my lips...carried away on a bitter wind.

Splinters of wood underneath the skin of me.

How many more must die before the question is answered...to fall into the void of nothingness that exists spatially.

 My pain bears its teeth in the darkness of my being where we are equals on a purely mental plane.

For things that cannot be explained happen everyday...families murdered in the night.

Struggles against the demons that haunt visions so bitter that the air they create is putrid in its viscous viscosity.

A lonely traveler on a dark and winding road where there is no telling what lies beyond the next bend.

A beast dressed in the skin of man that strips the blinders from third eyes before he feeds on marked souls.

My pain is complete there is no beginning and no end to the depths ...

of my pain

WET FIRE [EROTIC POST]

WET FIRE [EROTIC POST]

THIS IS THE SONG FOR THIS PIECE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hnh-Hsxmt1c

I DESIRE TO WET YOU UP...

RUB MY FINGERS IN THE WETNESS OF YOU ...

LICK THEM AND TASTE THE SWEET DEW OF YOU.

TO LAY YOU BACK ...

AND SEE THE WAY YOUR CLIT POKES OUT AT ME...

BEFORE I  PLACE IT IN MY MOUTH.

AS YOUR EYES ROLL BACK...

AND YOUR CRIES TURN TO SCREAMS OF PLEASURE...

THAT MAKE MY  MANHOOD RISE.

AS THE  CORE OF YOU MELTS...

ONTO MY WAITING TOUNGE...

AMBROSIA OF A EBONY GODDESS.

EVERLASTING LIFE IN YOUR LOINS.

YOUR WOMB IS THE BIRTHPLACE...

OF NATIONS THAT HAVE COME AND GONE...

AS WE BECOME COVERED IN THE SWEAT OF LUST.

I ENTER YOUR LIPS SO LIKE A FLOWER...

PETALS THAT  OPEN ...

IN THE SUN OF MY WANT...

I STIMULATE YOUR HEART WITH MY HEAD.

OUR RELEASE IS LEGENDARY...

AS WE LIE IN SATED RELIEF...

I DESIRE TO WET YOU UP.

THENCE

THEY WONDER FROM WHENCE DOES THIS WIND BLOW THAT CARRIES THESE WINDS WHICH PRECEDES THIS STORM THAT IS I. FOR I LIVE IN THE SMALLEST PARTICLES OF DUST THAT DRIFT IN THE LIGHT OF THE SUN THAT SHINES THROUGH A WINDOW THAT LOOKS OUT ONTO THIS MENAGE OF LIVES. MY FYAH IS HOTTA THAN THE HEAT OF A SUPERNOVA IN INTERSTELLAR MEDIUM. A SHOCKWAVE THAT DECIMATES. REMNANTS OF MY INNERVISION.

YET I LIVE IN THE WORDS THAT DRIP ONTO THE PAPER FROM YOUR PEN AND USE THEM TO PROPEL MYSELF INTO HYPERSPACE WHERE MY ANCESTORS TRAVELED FOURTH DIMENSIONALLY. OUR ASCENSION AND THE SUBSESEQUENT LOSS OF WHO WE WERE... THE ESSENTIAL. ONLY IN THE ARMS OF A QUEEN SHALL I BE FOUND AS I JOURNEY TO THE WALLS OF HEAVEN.

 NEVER SHALL I LET THESE WORDS...THY WORDS DIE AS I LIVE INTO INFINITY, NEVER TO END... IN THE SEED THAT FLOWS IN THESE LOINS THAT BRINGS NEW LIFE TO SCORCHED WORLDS AS GRASS GROWS AND CHILDREN PLAY IN THE SUN... ANIMALS THAT GRAZE IN THE DISTANCE. WATER THAT FLOWS IN STREAMS THAT TURN INTO RIVERS THAT FEED THE SEAS...FOR FROM YOUR WOMB DOES LIFE ORIGINATE. AN EMPRESS OF SATIN SKIN AND HONEY AS YOU MELT ONTO MY MIND...SATURATING AND NOURISHINGLY SWEET...HEARTS THAT BEAT IN SYCHRONIZED PATTERNS.