Tuesday, March 31, 2009

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!!!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Public Art Announcement

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

Monday, March 23, 2009

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.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

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.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

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” /

Friday, March 13, 2009

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.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

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