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Street Poetry

There’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination. I hope they choke on smoke cuz I’m smoking them out the basement.

This is not rap; this is not hip-hop – just another attempt to make the voices stop. Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something cuz I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to say nothing.

This doesn’t mean I lost my dream, just right now I have a really crazy mind to clean. Knaw mean? No I didn’t understand a thing you said.

If I didn’t know better, I’d guess you’re all already dead. Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch, saying stuff like, “You only live once”. Yeah, once.

You got one time to figure it out. One time to twist and one time to shout. One time to think, and I say we start now.

Because death inspires me, like a dog inspires a rabbit.

Taxi Cab

I wanna fall inside your ghost
And fill up every whole inside my mind
And I want everyone to know
That I am half a soul divided

Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away
Either way you’re by my side until my dying days
And if I’m not there and I’m far away
I said, Don’t be afraid,”
I said, “Don’t be afraid, we’re going home”

I wanna strip myself a breath
A breathless piece of death I’ve made for you
A mortal writing piece of song will help me carry on
But these you heard

Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away
Either way you’re by my side until my dying days
And if I’m not there and I”m far away
I said, “Don’t be afraid,”
I said, “Don’t be afraid, we’re going home”

So the hearse ran out of gas
A passenger person grabbed a map
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
A beautifully planned taxi cap
A cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack

Driving once again
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say:
I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate
So he could see another day

Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot
Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor and found the brother we’re searching for

Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked them am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead
And then one turned around to say:
We’re driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away
And all you did will be undone

I said, “Don’t be afraid”

A Car, A Torch, A Death

The air begins to feel a little thin
As I start the car and then I begin
To add the miles piled up behind me
I barely feel a smile deep inside meAnd I begin to envy the headlights driving south
I want to crack the door so I can just fall out
But then I remember when you packed my car
You reached in the back and buckled up your heartFor me to drive away with
I began to understand
Why God diedThe demons sat there waiting on her porch
It was a little dark so we held a makeshift torch
And when my car was far out of sight
He crept in her room and stayed there for the night

And then I felt chills in my bones
The breath I saw was not my own
I knew my skin that wrapped my frame
Wasn’t made to play this game

And then I saw Him, torch in hand
He laid it out, what he had planned
And then I said, I’ll take the grave
Please, just send them all my way

I began to understand
Why God died

The air begins to feel a little thin
As we’re waiting for the morning to begin
But for now you told me to hold this jar
And when I looked inside, I saw
It held your heart

For me to walk away with
I began to understand
Why God died

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Migraine

I’ve got a migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and sideways,
Thank God it’s Friday ‘cause Fridays will always,
Be better than Sundays ‘cause Sundays are my suicide days,
I don’t know why they always seem so dismal,
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle,
Whether it’s the weather or the letters by my bed,
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head,
Let it be said what the headache represents,
It’s me defending in suspense, it’s me suspended in a defenseless test,
Being tested by a ruthless examinant that’s represented best by my depressing,
Thoughts, I do not have writer’s block, my writer just hates the clock,
It will not let me sleep, I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead,
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

Am I the only one I know,
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I’m alone,
But I know we’ve made it this far, kid.

I am not as fine as I seem, pardon,
Me for yelling, I’m telling you green gardens,
Are not what’s growing in my psyche, it’s a different me,
A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees,
Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait,
Something you won’t forget, it’s all about my forehead,
And how it is a door that holds back contents,
That make Pandora’s Box’s contents look nonviolent,
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence,
My mind’s shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could,
Find, I did not know it was such a violent island,
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions,
They’re trying to eat me, blood running down their chin,
And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win,
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find,
‘Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind.

And I will say that we should take a day to break away,
From all the pain our brain has made,
The game is not played alone.
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it,
And keep it frozen and know that,
Life has a hopeful undertone.

Trees

I know where you stand,
Silent in the trees,
And thats where i am,
Silent in the trees.
Why won’t you speak,
Where I happen to be?
Silent in the trees,
Standing cowardly.

I can feel your breath.
I can feel my death.
I want to know you.
I want to see.
I want to say, hello.

I know where you stand,
Silent in the trees,
And thats where i am,
Silent in the trees.
Why won’t you speak,
Where I happen to be?
Silent in the trees,
Standing cowardly.

I can feel your breath.
I can feel my death.
I want to know you.
I want to see.
I want to say, hello.