Just My Theory

The temperature is rising / so are the tides
As the polar ice caps subside
Threatening wildlife
Directly affecting our life
Informing us to take action now
To cool the fuckin’ planet down/ How?
A daunting task / accumulating past
And present information of peak radiation
And what not / But shit it’s still hot
I’d say it’s getting hotter
Why? / One might ask
I found the people blast
A/C long
Turn that muthafucka ‘round now the heat on
Going green with a ten dollar bulb
Leave me alone
Engines overheat without oil
Remove the oil from the Earth
And the same thing happens the planet damn it
Granted, nuclear programs
Show no signs of slowing down
Thus the thermometer never goes down

3 Tats and a Big Back

3 tats and a big back
3 tats and a big back/what’s that/that’s behind the counter at your local fast food restaurant/not asking can they help you/but what you want/hair style 3 different shades/to match the 3 tats and big back/back so fat/that’s the line where all the action at/3 piece special for here/hand delivered by 3 tats and a big back/back so fat/wrong words retract/and customers come back for 3 tats/3 stacks covers the wrist/3 stacks covers the neck/next paycheck going to the 3 tats that’s on deck/cuz you can never have enough tattoos this day and age/getting your body tagged like a Bronx subway is all the rage/3 tats and no stacks/what’s that/that’s that cat in the back of the restaurant dropping fries/whose conversation reeks of jewelry polish and lies/about tales as authentic as fast food apple pies/his no stacks become 4 stacks he got for selling 4 packs of that hard hard/two weeks after leaving the yard/off a bid that he began working on as a kid/his story is he was hugging the block/but misdemeanor trespassing was what he really did/so he got 3 tats on his back/a bible verse/his hood name/and his mother’s face/so with every lie and arrest/she shares in his disgrace/3 tats and 6 packs/6 packs, what’s that/that’s where 3 tats, big back and no stacks will land at/3 tats on skin heading south forever/the aftermath of body tagging that - way back when - seemed so clever/2 packs of menthol/2 6-packs of beer/and 2 packs of wrinkle cream applied at least 3-4-9 times a year/the beautiful marks begin to stretch and those sexy lips become just a smeared hickey on your neck/little red hearts have little heart attacks and happy faces begin to crack/those bible verses become unreadable/and that nostalgia becomes un-redeemable/but since PETA is still after Vick, there’s no one to call the dogs off/so 3 tats will continue to get mo tats, till the ink falls off.

PoWerPoeT©2009

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“cum one cum all”/read the wall of the bookstore bathroom stall/my how quick they fall to their knees to please their urges/when all I wanted to do was wash my hands after “draining the monster” cuz of the Grande latte I drank while reading on how to make pâté/and they sachet thru the bookstore with that after-sex glow/heading to the coffee line for some shots of espresso/u know/re energize cuz they got one mo/exclusive nyc condom that made it all the way to the bookstore of the SWATS/home to bestsellers, hot coffee, and tainted twatts…

Cindarella Goes Solo

Cinderella goes solo/after a round trip to Soho/with her favorite trick, who provided all the dolo/she put it on him till he started seeing things in slow mo/ her mind tricks were superb, so he gave her fo mo/grand in her hand/along wit his little man/who was so satisfied he couldn’t even stand/he popped some Niagara and told ‘Rella one mo/and that he love her/now that’s a real no no/she up on her game/so she gave him one mo/and another and another/till he said no mo/with a purse full of cash/she went back to the Y.O./left those shoes on the curb/and bought herself fo mo.

Will's Last Testament

Will's Last Testament

Grasshopper/No this aint Mr. Miyagi and Daniel-son/this is a grandfather’s nickname for his grandson/it only bothered me during my teenage years/now I laugh when I talk about it wit my folks over a few beers/and my pointy ears, hears a lot of things being spit at my character/whether its out of love or whatever/few people you know match my caliber/yeah that was some arrogant-ness/that’s another quality to include with the rest of this mess/the ingredients include/two cups of selfishness/ a dash of crude/a teaspoon of rebellion and a quart of rude/5lbs of stubbornness/4 cups of ungrateful/a tablespoon of insecurity/but not one ounce of hateful/a gallon of loyalty/a peasants share of royalty/a few sprinkles of sensitivity/and wavelengths of annoyance-y/a couple pints of nonchalant/and shakes of naïve/instead of questioning those close to me, I choose just to believe/a splash of heartache/a puddle of passivity/a creek load of mean mugs due to inactivity/bad posture, attitude/occasional family feud/clique clashing/domestic ridicule/green eye allergies/honey-less bumble bees/canine contusions/bad news coming in threes/physically fragile/mentally shook/get second-degree burns when I pick up “The Good Book”/impatiently patient/stagnant and stuck/deer in the headlights of an on-coming truck/full of cuss words/anger makes me brave/I often wonder what phrase would be on put my grave/proud uncle/blessed father/not really a boyfriend/only tv relationships are odder/love my son’s mom/I want no other/and though he going thru some thangs/you know who is still my brother/I no longer pacify grown folks/and I expect the same/if you seek handouts from me after years being apart/please forget my name/I gotta lot of work to do on myself/and I recognize my flaws/but I’m not done by a long shot/so, please hold your applause/and huhs, ahhs, what the, and aw man’s/this is an E true Hollywood story/dedicated to all my fans/my life aint all bad/just not as good as I wish/the recipe for Willie P should be one hell of a dish/my pops wasn’t always terrible but he was never like a father/more like a cool ass uncle to look up to when your real pops didn’t bother/that’s the real truth/no father son moments sitting on the porch/no legacy to look up to/no passing of the torch/so I had to develop my own sense of fatherhood, using available means/dysfunctional pops like Al Bundy were like kings on my tv screen /being a father to my lil’ brother was strange but at the time necessary/discipline instead of heart to hearts at the time seemed necessary/now I’m struggling to connect with my son like dr. huxtable and theo/cuz mr. meaner is the only type of father that he know/don’t wanna be considered a pushover by old schools, with outdated parenting tools/so I often overreact when he breaks the simplest of rules/no physical abuse/just my heavy voice is enough/to break down my mini-me while trying to teach to him to be tough/he’s very similar to me when I was growing up/played by myself often/never said too much/he don’t do the stanky leg or say “bruh” after every other word/and most of that stupid shit he has never seen nor heard/that’s by design/cuz I saw it growing up/and still do to this day/so what if I offended you/let the chips fall where they may/you can’t have conversations with today’s youth, cuz you can’t understand what they say/fuck dumbing down to their level/who’s the adult and who’s the child/would it bother you, if while I typed this/I had a constant smile/I’m so unstable/but I hide it well/this 5’5” frame is just a little cell/imprisoning the bad thoughts and feelings that could shatter fragile frames/so I play internal games with the fragile names/but my biggest fear is being lonely/so please consider this tirade as done for entertainment purposes only.

Cinderella Goes Solo

Leave behind your footsteps, for the concrete runs deep beyond one can see. Every lil' step I take, gum grabs heels that has no true step, for the block is hot of present issues. No need for footprints in the sand since Jezus has a tendency to bypass most corners with trash, obviously (pick-up please). I mean, who really cares about you daily journeys anyway. 400 steps to the metro, 30 steps down the stairs, 4 steps on the train, 300 steps into the building, 30 steps off the elevator just to take no steps in a cubical while sitting, waiting, sighing for someone to give you your marching orders. Follow your path with own dreams and leave the boots for someone else to fill-in with the bullshit game call the rat-race. Run free and don't look back, but look out for the ones that wants to be remove from their daily shackles call life. Can I get a ride!??.

Knightshade.

Nip Tuck...OMG

Nip tuck, tuck nip / for those that may disagree you can duck sick / on the words that I spit, spat on the forum on any given sunday / because it's my day, my words, my poem of acknowledgement, of the man I am / I am so superficial and mystical, rude and unbelievable no level of shame is unachievable as to your morals I bring upheaval / and relieve my bowels on your face as I lift you up to disgrace, I mean I be a lean mean boundary crossing machine / as I evade the spleen and dive right into womb that's so wet so wet my words they so whet the appetite / that they bring anomosity and strife they so right they so write their emotions on their sleeves why I tattoo tears on the walls, tattooed tears on the walls / I forgot what I was writing for and who I was writing to...OMG...IDK...could someone please tell me what to say and do / because the last one I want to offend is you / so this I'll nip tuck, tuck nip, and if anyone doesn't like it please duck sick on the words that I spit spat symbolically in the face, in the face / the race I no longer participate in, but it I'll befriend and love you always and if you don't understand, then IDK on how to help you, OMG is the blackshinningprince is talking to you...IDK check back for his black nebula to see. FIN/

The NaKeD Nebula

She dances, entrances all eyes that gaze upon her

A one glance romance / where you shall remain forever

She knows no clothes / Black holes control

Follow as she rolls / with the universal flow

She glows and goes / forevermore frozen souls

Behold eternal show / no curtain will ever close

The everlasting no doze / for the onlookers that chose

To dare stare her way / still even through telescopes

OMG

OMG

Wise words from fine wine whisperers/become wilted wisecracks/on the backs of the experienced, trying to guide generation next/drunk off bullshit, bravado and wise words used out of context/being coddled by a society afraid of DFACS/adopting the ridiculous/avoiding The facts/that explain why the future looks so ominous/I’m having nightmares of illiterate adolescents bombing us/with demands written in text message syntax.

Nip and Tuck It Away

Nip and Tuck It Away
So superficial I am/goddamn, so superficial I am/staring in the mirror not happy with the reflection/so I nip and tuck it away/not in the trash/but in the closest for the eventual day/when the proper medical treatment has been administered/and senses have been restored/a quarter century of tears and memories not even I can afford/to lose/but since that’s the situation/man up is the route I choose/nip and tuck it away/store it in a warm place/though now I choose to be cold-blooded/my spam folder is overflooded and needs to deleted/my conscience is no longer guilty/cuz that burden/ I don’t needed/nip and tuck it away/store it cryogenically cuz I won’t need it any time soon/I think I’m gonna enjoy watching my son eat from his silver spoon/cuz I didn’t get the chance to/although my momma had plans to/no house or a dog in the back yard going woof woof/ or our own roof/until I was in high school/but do hold that against her/no/it’s always been cool/cuz see/me and she grew up together/shared the same umbrella in horrible weather/which made our relationship that much better/now, when it comes to my pops/that’s where the smile stops/whether it was the semen producer/or the stepdad-director/neither one showed up on my leadership and guidance detector/but thats ok/cuz I just nip and tuck it away/to a vault with a combination I keep trying to forget/but I guess I really wanna keep my dead pops alive cuz I haven’t forgot it yet/me and my siblings have gone thru things that’s made our granny’s spirit sing/ and cry/heated exchanges that brought tears to each other’s eye/but since we the way that we are/we nipped and buried that shit/even, applied ointment to each other’s battle scar/and tucked the Neosporin away for when a new issue appears/till then I’ma provide my public with my greatness for another 30 years/yes ma’am/so superficial I am/goddamn/so superficial I am.

Why Tony Lean to the Left

Why Tony Lean to the Left

Tony was the man on the block, to him the hens and chickens would flock,
He had the controlled substance game on lock, and he conducted business around the clock,

Tony’s wardrobe was wife-beaters and dickies or skinny jeans, and pair of Air-ones always clean,
A killer smile on his face never mean, and a stable of concubines no queen,

On a nice sunny day in the hood, Tony was handling business like only he could,
Supplying the block with his patented swag, in the form of lil’ candy filled bags,

Sunset rolled around, that’s when the monumental event went down,
And on a clear, still night, you can hear his story being told around town,

Dressed in a wife-beater and skinny jeans and, that killer smile on his face never mean,
Posted up on his car with a lean, that’s when the baby G’s hit the scene,

Super-soakers in their hands on mission, Tony pleaded but the lil’ G’s wasn’t listening,
Tony broke out and dashed around the car, what happened next left him with a scar,

Without his left hand as a belt, Tony tripped,
Landed on the sidewalk and cracked his hip,

Since his swag didn’t include the use of a belt,
Tony now has a permanent lean to the left,

Wearing your pants three sizes too big isn’t homo or poverty, its stupidity,
And dumb ass dudes getting caught doing whatever cuz they pants fell down is my theory’s validity,
Belts are cheaper than the pants you wearing; so, that I can’t afford one shit I aint hearing.
PULL YOUR DAMN PANTS UP!!!

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When washing your hand can lead to a rubbery hat under your knuckles while at the bookstore. Public protection and sinks are a dangerous combination when magazines of big chested dreams can cause stars in your eyes and bulges in your pants. This city can be rude, even in the most intellectual place. Never mind the germ-me kids are told to keep their hands clean from bacteria, washing their hands over a million swimmers...... Public Art Announcement.

.::. KnightShade

For the Little People

For The Little People

Hands concrete ashy, cold in her eyes,
Soak and wet due to acid rain from polluted gray skies,
Her pacifier lies on the cracked sidewalk, next to a hypodermic needle,
Her cries for her mother who is six steps ahead are feeble,
And go untendered; cuz having a child at the age of 14 rendered her mother useless,
At least that’s the message her environment conveys, and in the midst of her family feud,
That’s always what the survey says,
Little Lisa was born 3 years ago this very day,
While in the womb, at night Lisa’s mother would pray that a miscarriage would take her mistake away,
Back to present day and the story is pretty much the same,
Except Little Lisa’s mother stopped praying for a death that never came,
So she turned to neglect and verbal abuse,
Cursing her stretch marks and having Little Lisa is her excuse,
What’s the use, she ponders on the daily,
Getting her throat stroked to feed her habit and ego,
Besides, that way she can’t have another baby,
Little Lisa’s little life is crazy and so undeserving,
Fighting off ants and roaches while mommy is in the kitchen serving,
The landlord for last month’s rent, for a 3 bedroom apartment,
On the Upper East Side of suburbia, known for its functioning drug addicts, sex offenders, and axe murderers,
Little Lisa was conceived at a pill party so her father ranges from a high school junior to college sophomore,
Maybe the checkout boy at the corner store or the dude that’s always wearing his letterman jacket next door,
Little Lisa shares a home with her mom and grandparents who are hooked on meth,
So within such a hostile environment, Little Lisa’s every breath moves her closer to an early death,
Now Little Lisa has KKK roots and trailer park completion,
But yet I feel we have a connection,
See my childhood was a little shitty, growing up in the inner city,
So if no one else gives a damn, I’ll show Little Lisa some pity,
And pray her plight takes a turn for the better,
And for all kids growing up in hell, for you I write this letter.

Poem 4 The Day: Just Do Your Job

I was a child raised on video games and outside play / you see when I got out of school, clothes and shoes had to be removed, even before the homework was done / against the clock you had to run to have your fun because at the crack of dusk when the first street light lit / you better have your ass back home quick / or my mom would have me picking a switch or two tied together for an exhausted father to do what he do before she would feed him / now that's cruel and unusual punishment / I never had a personal relationship with my father until I was 17 / when I realized he wasn't just being mean but just meant well by being the disciplinarian was his way of caring / and keeping me off the streets without following my brothers path / sometimes he literally beat my ass to the point where I wanted to call DFACS but I knew he probably would've dial the number for me / you see, my father didn't smoke, didn't drink, he just worked his ass off to provide for his family / because he was the cause of another broken family / and vowed that never would he contribute again to the detriment of the american family / the american dream, the nuclear family has been spiraling out of control for decades / and too many people wanna blame xbox and playstation instead of manning their stations as father's, mother's and more importantly parents / they want the teachers to teach their kids and the police to police their kids and blame everyone else when the only thing their child gets is bids / to serve time, 5 to 10, 15 to 20 / cause they can't count past ten but dimes they sell plenty / and the women are more manly than me and the men are more feminine than my wife / u see we need to stop placing blame to remove these generational curses from our lives / now most of the people in my age range don't know what it means to have parents / single parent homes are not a new phenomenon and just because two of you are there does not mean that the child has parents / its apparent that biology along does not make you a parent / its makes you responsible but doesn't make you take on the responsibility / and its killing me that so many complain about how un-child friendly society may be but it seems to me that too many are dependent upon society to be that male or female role model / we want prepackaged and prepared everything from worry free adolescents to respectful and honest teens / we want all the benefits without the sweat that hard work brings / we want the love without the hard work, patience and sacrifice / we want the perfect kids even though no one has ever seen a perfect kid but we afraid to raise our kids with true unsocial worked discipline for fear of losing our kids / but we can't see that we have lost our kids just the like the generations before us who lost us who blame us for their grand kids acting crazy / but most of us just practicing the same habits we were raised with / you know moms being the strongest, with no daddy presence / some did the best that they could and others held onto regrets and passed them on / they sung sad songs instead of praising Him in psalms for giving them the strength to carry on / for waking them up today / I pray that my father's father father strength invade my soul today / give me the resolve and patience to be patience when I become a father / because I've become hell-bent on circumventing this downward plague / and I'm proud to say that I was a child raised on video games and outside play / and that my father and mother were parents; now how many can look and the mirror and truly say the same / FIN.

The Food

I can’t remember the pain, but I can rekindle the embers that fueled this spiritual train / I bartered with the Father so that He may part with the coffer that had an emblazoned emblem that resembled my name / and the contents remain, unknown because my brain is too strong and my heart is too weak / I’ve been unable to decipher the mystic transcript transcribed in perpendicular lines on the sides / the Father told me the key to unlock the chest resides in those lines and only a pure heart could translate each part to make it whole and once made whole the keyhole shall appear / “my son,” He said, “close your mind, close your eyes, and see with your heart,” / the darkness however, continues to impede my vision, I guess I still haven’t heeded the messages given unto me / misinterpretations of divine words provides fuel for fools in search of wisdom without actually listening / divinity never divides nor does divinity decide, the volition to chose rest in the palms of the Fools who don’t seem to recognize when they’re given the Food / the Food is the fuel that pervades the heart and soul of an individual who genuinely seeks to become whole / there’s no reason or logic in faith, it what it is, and until I learned to shut down the brain and fully submit, my coffer will remain closed / I now seem to remember the pain, as I rekindle the embers that fueled this spiritual train / dismembered by disbelief, unsatisfactory outcomes led to the removal of my plum, my pain began to gain momentum as Him on occasion I forgot to mention / forgetting to Honor.Infinity’s.Maker is a one way excursion to a 1st class incursion of demonic thoughts and actions into one’s faction causing division of the mind, body, and soul / once that happens chaos is in control, regardless of ones desire, one will be mired in discontent and confusion forced to believe illusion as the demonic thoughts expedite their intrusion into the fragile mind and unprotected heart / it is then that thou now art seeks absolution, for the dissension, in search of fuel, even though the Food was given / I’m making it my mission to regain my plum, and allow Him to relieve me of this pain / I closed my eyes, closed my mind, and opened my heart, then the lettering on the sides of the coffer began to offer themselves to my heart / openly I accepted them one by one, and slowly the lock became undone, to reveal the seal of the Father for my eyes only / the emblazoned emblem that resembled my name elevated and radiated a mellifluous substance that relieved me of my pain / “my son” he said, “you’ve closed your mind, you’ve closed your eyes, and saw with your heart now thou art a poet again” /

Am I My Brother's Keeper?

Am I my brother's keeper? / is a question that's often asked but rarely answered / truth be told when a push turns into a shove, deep rooted feelings spread like cancer / when feelings get involved grown men revert back to the time of pampers / looking for someone to change them / when all we have to do is rearrange them; thoughts that is / examine the reflection in the mirror to truly understand who's fault it is / instead of passing blame / no need for names to be called because we all flawed and even failed / life like lullaby's you dig / we should've sat on our opinions before letting messages take flight during the heat of the night / life like lullaby's you dig / sometimes a step back is needed before one can proceed; this should be the prerequisite for the 6 P's / life like lullaby's you dig / we should've sat down and taken some swigs of MGD and Guinness / reminiscing on the good ole days and how to move through this thick haze / at times I'm still amazed that we allowed women, money, and hurt feelings to get in the way / of our progression as poetic brothers / we need a good barbershop session so anyone who hasn't spoken can make their confession / man I love you all and no hard feelings toward anyone / yall take care of your business and your blessing will come / man I love you all and no hard feelings toward anyone / yall take care of your business and your blessing will come / so when I get asked "Am I My Brother's Keeper?" / the answer has and always will be' "Yes I Am," whether you know it or not / but sometimes it is best to step back before a situation gets too hot. FIN /

The One

She echoed my name and whispered my spirit / I said she echoed my name and whispered my spirit / I bowed down to the greatness of the Father and that’s when she made an appearance / my other half, the completion of my light / my Twin Flame / the one with whom I lie at night / I’m unable to lie in her sight / the truth echoes from my soul whenever her presence is near / I avoided the creative art of poetry for about a year / I was afraid to write / since my words wouldn’t take flight on the path that I wanted them to / no longer preaching as a the BlackShinningPrince but content / content and happy with the Queen who Him gave to me / all I knew was being a PrinceInPoverty / but when Him gave wealth to me I forgot how to convey these messages to thee / I’m sorry but I’m not / October 4th 2008 was the greatest day of my life / even if it cost me my ability to write / to write like I’ve become accustomed to / however, with the day that I said “I do” was the day that said; I do to pleasing my Queen and my needs with only the Father and Son above we / so excuse me if anyone needed my words but a number you should’ve taken / because for the first time in my lifetime my heart would not be forsaken / for the sake of this art / for this sake of the craft / I know too many lonely ass poets / who clutch and grab for anything worth anything to squeeze / while begging God please let this time be different / then turn around and create the dopest ass poetry because to the One they didn’t listen and now they believe their soul mate is missing / hearts get broken over the most trivial of shit / I say death to the finite and embrace your infiniteness that was given to you / because God will bring you through but only if you let Him / so follow me as I scribe this letter without any addendum's / as tell it like it is, ought and should be / you submit to the One and change for no other who demands it from you / if they can't accept the you that God created then they don't deserve you / embedded in your DNA is the outline of God's image that He gave to you and I / love thyself 1st before giving loving others a try / otherwise your life will be filled with self doubt and illusions / misplaced beliefs causes head, heart aches and confusion / mix with liquid or herbal relief potions creates a spiritual combustible toxin more toxic than the misuse of chemistry lab chemicals / no wonder so many hold onto granulars of joy and love / because no one ever inform them that they can have the entire pie and not just a slice / I'm here to get you off that need to know basis / and it gets no more basic / get off your ass and Love God first, yourself and your family and all others will follow suit / make today be the first day of your spiritual breakthrough / make today be the first day that you get to know you.

New shipment to 400 plus.

400 yrs................................................. Have we truly arrived?

.::. Knight Shade

Poem 4 the Day : Jump Off

Eyes wide shut was what my doctor told me. Sitting here typing futile thoughts as I take a lonely vacation in the city that breaths lonely-nest. See, you can walk an entire day in the forbidden fruit metro called NYC with all its diverse set of homo-sapiens having their moments, and still walk the path of a forgotten ghost. But what's real about this concrete jungle are the experience that could be. A fallen designer has lost their job, someone has lost their bed, a junkie has lost their battle, a mother has lost a grown child.... and yet I still find beauty despite the cold weather. Jack Frost loves to play mind tricks, and if that is the case then Jack don't know frost from shit. Spring is coming and my one year is near. The cold could be my friend, but I don't need new comrades.

Maybe I just don't like the cold.

.::. Knight Shade