Gray Scapes Prevent Sunny Tapes

SOON

2011-09-15T22:49:00.001-07:00

An onslaught will occur...

prepare yourself...

Step Back

2010-05-18T11:14:00.000-07:00

Its... not... a game...

so why do you have a controller in your hand playing me like nba 2k9 in hd...

free...

birds and the bees see visions that make prisms

living a life from hear...

but we never grow in our perceptions

"and i bet you didn't know that..ebony eyez"

i...

get a transmission from my admissions and give a ticket with nothing on it...

trying to build but

"a house not a home..."

and i have no key and...

I'm blinded with doubt so i cannot see and then...

"you are not alone"

i hear in the air fear gripping my heart but i veer from pain throwing me darts...

"WATCH ME"

what happened to the normality in life?

where u can just get down the block without worrying about your life?

"mama used to say... take your time young man..."

and she still does

but i move so fast... that time is not an option...

"waiting on your love..."

but its getting too heavy

i reach heights that heighten extensions with dimensions bending entrances with shaky towers

and i cut alll my fences

take me back
to Saturdays watching power rangers eating cereal

not a care in the world but the world in my hands

a remote

take me back

to being "bad" running around being a "smooth criminal" forgetting though that momma used to "beat it" with a letter belt across my dark skin till it gets darkened

take me back

to being free from anything that had a hold on me but emergency through surgery i find myself injured u see...

it... was... never... a dream...

but my dream turned to reality...

fruits made me berry white I looked at James and how brown he was even when he stated he was black and proud of it and the kid Michael getting bullied and picked on rose above all of the bullies cuz he kicked and he was smooth and Issac was dashing through hazes looking for normal faces and... Bernie tired of watching me..

a nappy kid again...

was life simple?

no... then why is eyes filling up lake Michigan?

step back for a second and think about the past

cuz its through the present that we know what not to give in the future..

and since we live for today..

tomorrow...I'm not used to...

(... yeah that's it... nothing too memorable... just wanting to go back in life n just chill... who remembers pokemon and ash n all them... mighty morphin power rangers, beetleborgs... family matters, good times... ninja turtles... running around playin tag... acting an idiot in front of ur 1st crush, old rusty trains... life... when it was fun...)

it's too much...

so why can't i hold 1... isn't 1 enough?

My Poetry At The Nuyorican Cafe

2010-02-25T18:39:00.000-08:00

THIS WAS...my performance at the nuyorican... if i knew i can put up vids i would have done so a while ago. you learn something new everyday. enjoy...

hearts are fluttering ( OLD POEM)

2010-02-05T09:38:00.000-08:00

(Hearts are fluttering)
Hearts are fluttering
Hearts are fluttering
Hearts are fluttering
Hearts are....what?
Å stimulation of our occupations building å community with similarities and many sacrificial scientist
Creating å serum that'll unite the oppositions that attract the wrong and the right
the light and the night
And baby I swear to my own that I will do you right
Because there's no such thing as left
I will accept my awards and rewards and put downs
Cuz there's no such thing as test
Ill do my best to show you that I'm not lying like santa
Not hiding like easter
Stay sober like patricks
Baby I got å knack for it
If I could and you know I should I would
align my heartbeat to go with yours so we can make our beats one
Or I put my heart in yours and we can call it double pumped
I dream of the day that the times of the clocks that be ticking in my membrane
Align at the hour where we can sit and just remain
In the same brain for å day, hour or minute
Cuz life as we know it could be almost finish
I want to make my ends meet like trains
And if life was å struggle
I shower your pain with lovely rain
Wash away the stains
And only happiness remains
They say birds of the same feather would flock together
Well as our hearts get exchanged baby hearts are fluttering
Well as our hearts get exchanged baby hearts are fluttering
Well as our hearts get exchanged baby hearts are fluttering
Birds of the sky get high fly like planes but these hearts aint coming down nor or they levitating
They are nervous with emotions that keep them pesperating
I know there are many other hearts hating
But it'll never make an effect
I make å connect
I show the true feelings of their very being
It brings out their fiber of us
Because there are no hearts that can get up with us
And I would rather die then give my heart to someone else
I'd rather keep it til I grow old and call it heart of self
Hide my self underground
And keep my heart in steatlh
So for me to share my wealth with you is nothing ordinary
Kinda scary
But I realize that there is nothing for you to be scared of from me.
For us to truly be
All you gotta do is leave me your heart beat
So I can decipher the tunes and I can be the
Beat for you.
This l o v e
You know Its really true
Now open up your eyes so that I can truly show you.

SO I uhh... dont have a title for this but i figure a title would be entitled something u could title tighter...

2010-02-05T09:34:00.002-08:00

im back
on the attack
on the track
for the fact
give him tac
give em toe
give em thoughts
waddup joe
look reflection
try to find that emphatical inspiration
craving for the feed but the seed was in the tree waiting for the roots to grow within in it
is it for sing song?
or have we done wrong
or was it something that couldnt be pictured so we just put it up on the news
looking for the fuze
but the electrical shock had so much voltage
that your eyes were looking like the cable box
or it was just a misperception of imperfection
or some dream that was reality
SPEAK
with finality
REACH
till ur arms feel dead... no pulse no casualities
except me
let me
destroy these words like kids tossing alphabits in a cereal bowl outside a 12 story window
it would have been something monumental
if i had found the perfect instrumental
but since arms couldnt bend so
to take my heart beat
and fuze it with the bass...
i rather do it accapella
but i know a beat is better
but its clever
when u use your heart beat....for a beat

One Worded Brushed That Painted Sentences

2010-02-05T09:34:00.001-08:00

drip...

blood or red wine onto skin and touched the soul to get it all on canvas before it melts i...

drip...

tears from shattered fantasies and broken images of dead humans living as body snatching demons that invest in crime activity.
simply... creating hyper active cycles with no shape or formation
this aint art...
its constipation of the mind so i had to let it all spew

using needle and thread to sew(sue) your case

this is something lawful

maybe... chocolate covered thoughts made me diabetic to your sugary sweet symphony

mozart swagger-jackers using grand pianos to play a song for you

see him.. simply as can be

a criminal infested maggot eating off of your americanized minds

your like a movie... the bad guys that die in the end...

but relive in the sequel just to...do it again

so she screamed 4 times before he saw her boyfriend jason during halloween he ruptured spleens and turned the mangled into teens beautiful head decapitations and broken bones created a collage of food you ate yesterday being poured onto floors and artful nightmares...

i sometimes think that basquiat overdosed on drugs just to see if he can get so artistic that he would take out a paintbrush and on his will paint gods eyes...

billie couldnt wear these jeans and woman find the ugliest thriller who soothed them by 'knocking them off they feet' and caused cold shivers up they spleen

if only they knew it was they conscience...

but lemme focus on this artsense

you.. have become an artist... simply by gaining inspiration to step on malnourished oxygen so you never breath life... you breathe creativity

i thank the lord that your parents... got painted in gods image as he tossed a different mindset onto you with his own paintbrush mixing and splattering clatterings as the angels begin gatheirng to see what picture he would create next then its on to the next one

so you can use his creativity to paint perfection

this is not a poem... this is me saying to your paintings that if i had the perfect brush...

i would paint your story...
but id rather pocket my hopes and wait... for your own individual glory...

so if u ever been... edgar allen PO sitting in the robert FROST looking loss going WARHOL trying to find your michealANGELo...

never forget your spirit... and the gift you havent unwrapped yet.

you just touching the present... open up and find the paint...then...

brush.

FIN.

HE is...

2009-12-25T13:28:00.000-08:00

He walked through the light of the night
Wearing death on a chain
Colorblind to the melting pot
His skin was cold as the rain
Every step he took…left a historical stain
Had no heart in his chest…cuz his heart was his brains
He used kinetic energy to move minds in binds trying to find that line between sublime and divine
Or
Needle and thread pushing lead bred to embed into your synthetic head
He crushed
Bodies and soul to mash into vitamins to drink
Soaking the essence of your links that made you
Eyes were broken mirrors that showed who
Walked through lives and cried
Dropping tears on these cold city streets
Each tear made a rose grow from concrete
He ripped his vocal chords out
Committing open chest surgery and wrapped it around his heart so his soul speaks out
No…

Doubt….
Power is what made his veins bulge with strength
AND WHAT MADE HIM STRONGER AT ANY LENGTH

So when he’s weak…he gave thanks
So from each leap of faith he would topple the highest mountains
Put hands in your irises
Eats the fruit so he can be the apple of your eye
From the sky....
HE GRABBED HEART STRINGS TO KNOW HIS TIE ironed your name in vain
IN THE MOON HIS EYES LIGHTED UP BRIGHTER THAN ALL THE STARS
Time slowed when he looked for you
Possibly...Hiding from him with agility and mobility faster than any machinery

Just look at the scenery
He laughs at your futility
He was everywhere u didn’t want him to be
Watching u like television before his proclamation

Im stating the tears u cried that looked like thrown diamonds SHINING IN THE DARKNESS
He caught them
The blood on your arm from every cut on your skin coming down quietly making ur skin look like warfields
He wore them
Every scream THAT HAD HURT WRITTEN ALL OVER IT
He heard them
Every fit of rage
He felt them
Every question
He answered em u were just too deaf to hear him
Ur blinded by the lies realize…u can see him
U need him
He punches your soul
Whipping it like a slave
Definition of heartbeat
Touches ur skin like cold airwith his words
Gives u goosebumps
He paces like a lion in the jungle
That’s why ur heart thumps
And your blood bumps like shotguns ready to be aimed and shot at a moments notice
He never lost focus
So with every single angel feather step that he takes through separations facing the nation pacing in waiting for the grand denomination….

Ur spacing… time is in the palm is his hand ticking like robotic dances 2nd glances and you’ll see he’s giving the ticking a nother chance on…

But as he rolls on I wake
In the shadow of the dawn

Showering in the spirit
Knowing when I want the sun to rise again…and I scream it…

He can hear it

One More Fix

2009-11-20T22:16:00.000-08:00

I SMOKE VEINS TIL IM RED IN THE FACE WITH BLOOD DRIPPING LIKE WASHED LAUNDRY

ever cry tears of blood? man its scary as a flood
taking the pill and swallowing it down like emotions
instead of screaming and fiending i am dreaming of
pillows shaped like clouds and girls so easy that ppl cant believe its not butter
surreal in the real with teal skies and mellow suns.
whats your definition of fun....

mine is a gun

i shoot bullets of smiley faces shooting people with uzis so they can feel something

cuz everybody wants to be emo

and when we dream in eyes open we seem to think we are evil

when the girls saying put a ring on it.

since when did ya girls become smeagols

seeking the pursuit of happiness

WHY ARE U RUNNING WITH SLIPPERS

they look for the prince charming with a glass slipper

but he hands u a glass cup with liquor

and he thinks to himself

baby girl imma fix ya...

but my condolescense ever since we lost our sense

even if its a recession it has nothing to do with your brain

thats why so many people are broke

broken pockets

broken hearted

broke and parted and i started to come up with the roots that build up a tree

i build up my poem and smoke it like weed

i cant smoke... but my words. ppl i destroy the whole tree

i get so high that i play with planes like toys

treat birds like kitty kats and pet them

lick the planet venus and saturn like gumballls before i pluck em

i'm so high i can look down on you and piss on the world.

then come down and walk among ya.

true definition of piss on yaself

i'll send a letter

to me

go overseas come back just so i can tell myself i miss me.

bump searching for a lady

im lazy

wanna be my baby, come and claim me.

i'll take any from 17- 80

and maybe...just maybe. i will grab your heart. kiss it, hold it, squeeze it put u to sleep, take your heart out and put mines in so i can be your inner "I"

in my world... stars are not in the sky... stars burst

so remember when i did the 1st fix... and got high....

i did it first...

Riverside Massacre of Serenity

2009-11-20T22:12:00.000-08:00

...

...

slice.... a.... pie...

thats it.

slice a pie...

of happines...

and take a bite of it...

no cheese, no meat nothing...

just a pizza...
and figure out what kind of dish is on it..

as life takes viagra just to get harder on you

and you feel the pressure as it crushes you

turns your passions into pepto bismol and your head into tylenol

and as u run to the river just to relax in harmony

the stormy see takes over and shakes bodies like a seizure

its...

not...
a

game...

since when was it ever a playstation

x box was not sex

wii was not a ride

nothing

is taken for granted

its expected

nobody

lives for happiness
its madness

nobody

cries for the world

its sadness

penny for my thought, u wouldnt have enough of em
its not like u kepe em

not like i keep em i treat em like trash i get mad when i see copper

but its just those times when u need them the most...

that you can't find them

me... i know im a different being..

i cant relate to relationships

i was never married to marriage

im too old to be old

i hate so much i love and i love so much i hate

when it comes to the perception that my participation is an expectation i treat it like an assumption and my dreams are a foatball... this is an interception of beliefs

i believe

that i weave through weave to wear hearts on sleeves and put roots in trees

so i piss on the grass and splash in puddles when it rains

and when i reign...

i beat the king til he bleeds royalty...

END.

numbers ( unfinished)

2009-09-11T08:05:00.000-07:00

took me ten to know when and
nine to see if she was fine but
eight because i was late then
seven cuz she was in heaven
six because i played tricks and
five for tossing knives
four is when i pour
three tears when he went on tree
two to look at you
and then one because he was hung

but... one thought it was cool
two of em did it too
three wanted to Be
four wanted some more
five wanted to lie
six kept taking pics
seven was half steppin
eight wanted to hate
took nine to mend mind and
ten... to know when.

tbc

... Take It Back ( semi tribute...)

2009-06-27T23:43:00.000-07:00

its... not... a game...

so why do you have a controller in your hand playing me like nba 2k9 in hd...

free...

birds and the bees see visions that make prisms

living a life from hear...

but we never grow in our perceptions

"and i bet you didnt know that..ebony eyez"

i...

get a transmission from my admissions and give a ticket with nothing on it...

trying to build but

"a house not a home..."

and i have no key and...

i'm blinded with doubt so i cannot see and then...

"you are not alone"

i hear in the air fear gripping my heart but i veer from pain throwing me darts...

"WATCH ME"

what happened to the normality in life?

where u can just get down the block without worrying about your life?

"mama used to say... take your time young man..."

and she still does

but i move so fast... that time is not an option...

"waiting on your love..."

but its getting too heavy

i reach heights that heighten extensions with dimensions bending entrances with shaky towers

and i cut alll my fences

take me back
to saturdays watching power rangers eating cereal

not a care in the world but the world in my hands

a remote

take me back

to being "bad" running around being a "smooth criminal" forgetting though that momma used to "beat it" with a letter belt across my dark skin till it gets darkened

take me back

to being free from anything that had a hold on me but emergency through surgery i find myself injured u see...

it... was... never... a dream...

but my dream turned to reality...

fruits made me berry white i looked at james and how brown he was even when he stated he was black and proud of it and the kid michael getting bullied and picked on rose above all of the bullys cuz he kicked and he was smooth and issac was dashing through hazes looking for normal faces and... bernie tired of watching me..

a nappy kid again...

was life simple?

no... then why is eyes filling up lake michigan?

step back for a second and think about the past

cuz its through the present that we know what not to give in the future..

and since we live for today..

tomorrow...i'm not used to...

(... yeah thats it... nothing too memoriable... just wanting to go back in life n just chill... who remembers pokemon and ash n all them... mighty morphin power rangers, beetleborgs... family matters, good times... ninja turtles... running around playin tag... acting an idiot in front of ur 1st crush, old rusty trains... life... when it was fun...)

it's too much...

so why can't i hold 1... isnt 1 enough?

2009-06-04T16:54:00.000-07:00

its... not a dream. but when the tear dropped to the floor looking like thrown diamonds... i swear i died that day when i looked in your eyes...and saw the night sky...

1 liner... poem to be continued.. and also a preview of whats to come...

speak til my speak cant speak no more

2009-05-09T19:43:00.000-07:00

Bang bang goes the plane with a name for his stain in the game its the same with my tame beast of chain.
I spit truth til the lies lie in wait for the quake of the earth in a verse ending worth and stealing a purse
Filled with energy n symmetrically I divide ties and tides and confide in the inner eye to see me.
With a skill ppl kill in envy they simply got a green eye from the greed and it surprises I as it
recedes with every breath I breathe.

So dead I feel alive...
I hate so much that I love...
Shoot down so much I feel hurt by knives...
I look down... so there's no way that I'll look above.

Wet face in a wet place with jet waters filled a quarter I find myself looking at the same daughter...as I swim in deep waters

Moving back to moving blacks and movement packs create a wreck put me in check and realize that I don't inspect I'll snap my neck....

tbc

nothing into something

2009-05-09T19:37:00.000-07:00

I got nothing
No freewrite and no poetry
See?
Dag i just rhymed
For no reason at all
And since I created this treason I might as well continue
It won't be any good so ill just tell you Early like birds
But you aint got no worms
And just groove
Then you lose
Choosing whose
who in the game of faceless faces.
Roaming with no feet in the place of places
Outta this world like mars
I'm far far away like stars
Running like cars
Going crazy like psychotics
Moving in transition like robotics
You can't stop it
Life is like å dream with clouds representing pillows
And the air being the bed sheet bed floor and bathroom
Don't look up though
Call it rain
Adjacent to the placement of the opposite of brain
Refrain like rice of grain
Not healthy
Negro I'm simply
Me
Play my game
Except you lose the minute you step on my level
Vicious I eat you punks like breakfast
Delicious greasy or healthy
Nutritious
Mmm hmm all good
And I wish å brother would try to get on his grind like skate boards
But
You can't grind in this park
What?
Gimme all of your life
Gimme all of your paper
Sell me your soul my brother
I'm the grim reaper
And ill keep ya like å keeper does å lender
Or å spender
I put you in debt
And your life be in my debt
Except
You can't be me
Cause only I can be me so
You do what you gotta do
And let me just be
Be.

Astro's Acid Trip

2009-04-06T12:22:00.000-07:00

WOW.
i just seen lil wayne say he felt his face
i sold his rap career for a packet of condoms and a suit case
blew balloons with the magnum and sent it in the sky
watched as they got high. i laughed as they popped over an old lady
tossed a twig between her legs
she fell down the stairs that rocky climbed in philly
why is the sky greener than the trees of pine and what not
don't know
some bum gave me a burger king crown, said my shoes was fresh
i turned around and bumped into a girl with buck teeth and desert breath.
her weave looked like doo doo
face looked like the bottom of my shoe
but i wanna know why am i a fresh prince in bel- air
cuz im higher than thou
i am king of the world
taller than.. YAO
who just pinched my hershey butt cheeks...
a man winked at me
said he like cookies and cream.
i screamed.
said noooo. you aint taking my vanity
he said "hey big boy wanna grab MY vanity?"
my sanity
is gone
i smacked the dude. watched his head bounce off the concrete like ping pong
i got a piggy bank
i collect dimes,but people steal the nickels so they leave me with a penny
and i tossed one
hit kanye west
he stopped his emo to look at me and said
someone just threw a penny at me.... what the... is wrong with you...
he told me to eat, dooky, and die.
i said... what?
he hit me. with a rubber chicken.
i called him a clown.
someone threw a cd case at me.
and why is jimi hendrix smoking weed with bob marley in a circle laughing and tupac rocking hawaiin shirts with biggie eating biggie fries from wendys
with jordan number 5's on his feet.
what.
the.
deuce.
im out of my mind but my mind binds my whole creative juice that flows.
i looked in the mirror
why am i rocking jheri curls>?
i grabbed a white girl and kissed her til her face went blue
said... JUST LET YOUR SOUL GLOW... JUST LET IT SHINE...
now im in jail paying a fine.
cuz she said i was oj
others said im kobe
i said that i'm mj
they said "nigga no way"
i said hey?
they said what
i smiled.
i like mayonaiise and kids make me squeal like a pig.
i eat dinner rolls, applesauce and fig
newton, i do the twist love little ritchie and pee wee herman
now im at the copa... wondering where did it go man.
i am losing it.
not it
it.
my cousin
lol
im so stupid
but thats just being me.
u dont like it.
be like a hill home and get over it.
i got hots for robots with metal lips
cuz when i peck it, its skin doesnt exist
because i feel cold and...

-_-.... too emo.
smiling like a...

-_- too homo

i love...
too dumbo

i hate
too much yo.

did any of this make you laugh? no?

psycho. because you would have to be crazy to not get my patrick swayze.

but yo. real talk
my name is kyle(yeah)
i walk for miles (yeah)
i wanna teach (yeah)
like walks on the beach ( yeah)
i like asians ( yeah)
and know mad haitians

step in
step in
and introduce yourself
MY NAME IS PRECIOUS ( YE-)

AHHHHHHH
AHWAHWHAHWHA
YES IM IS.. YES IM IS.

precious...

AHHHHHH

precios....

AH?

sit yoself down let this boy here finish up.

within each of us... is a bit of insanity that reaches us. it takes a idiot to surpress this insanity... and someone like me to have conversations with it...

i'm gone.

For The Love Of Females...

2009-03-01T14:59:00.000-08:00

... i just closed my eyes and let it all out in this poem... i was literally writing this at work in the bathroom... not even using it because i had to write these lines( i told u it was the real.. whatever way to get the words out right?)

let's get into it...

streets... on fire...
when will they ever not burn
stomachs and people continue moving
and the soul it churns
skies cloudy and dark
darker then the skin that i write with
skin that i fight with
dirty, old and sin filled with i write this...
its not about me
its whats around me
i see... a female
not looking at her beauty
not looking at her legs that are filled with power to devour a man's soul as they strut across the q train tracks
i aint looking at her eyes that are filled with unwept tears or empathy... nor am i looking at her in sympathy
i look and i think about her
her in general
females... and how they have grown and changed for the better in general
though the growth is never done
its better than how it used to be
but... the world is still could...like it will always be...
i cant begin to fathom the heart and soul of a woman...
they lives that they lived.. where and how did they come from
the thoughts that she had
who's her husband or her dad or her brother or her friend
if she wants her life to end...
i love woman with a passion...
and it pains me that i would never ever understand any of you...
but either way, it will never make me not love you...
cuz woman go through things... its pretty obvious...
jobs that we boys wouldn't take... jobs we look at and go numb/
So many used and abused whores with a chore to make some type of income
Prolly to feed the hunger in that tummy.
You think these broads like the life that they live?
they dreams was probably broad
but they got trapped in a fraud...
Man... where do your responsibilities lie?
Drugs and gang banging till we od or get shot and die?
are we not suppose to be a good example to these women
Or are we messing up so much that woman turn to woman
We abuse them...
And when we lose them..we pick and choose em..like a vending machine
Like oh that twix is caramel and mean, look at the figure
I bet I can get a bite of that and hit up m and m I figure
Ordinarily I stick with one.
But I'd never have a break so I despise the one or none kit kat
No time for that
I want the 100 grand piece over there
The one with the hazel eyes and long hair that'll make my heart beat like a snare
And when I've had my fill
I give a few snickers
Then toss the wrapper away
I don't need chocolate figures...
And that's worst then any other
Sister being broken down by the brother
Similar to jenga pieces... you pull one out and the whole thing releases
And then we want to get mad and then we lose our cool
We was #1 to the girl...now we lost our place
If that's the case then determined by my skin color and race
I'm likely to get royally pissed
Close my fist
Pull back my arms and let my missle aim and hit
a woman?
Foolery
How do you hit the same gender you people came from?
Do you think that a man did a man had a plan and in the span of a couple of months gave birth to another man who repeated the cycle
Man then man and then recycle...no
Your hope is misguided...
And so is your anger...
you forget your ways soildier
you trapped in a battle field
with the wrong tools of war and a weapon that dont belong there
im sorry but
CAN WE THINK WITH THE TOP AND NOT WITH FURTHER DOWN
ITS PROFOUND THAT WE ARE SO TWISTED TO MIX AND WINE AND DINE WITH DIVINE WOMAN
AND THEN WE TOSS THEM ACROSS AND GET RID OF THEM?
THERES MEN OUT THERE THAT WOULD GLADLY TAKE YOUR FOOLISH LIFE
AND WHEN WE TRY TO CONSOLE WHO IN THE WORLD PAYING THE PRICE
but... we men are not to blame... though 90% should go to us...
it doesnt
cuz his words cant magicaly make you his
u gotta make a movement.... then you go through with this...
should have known better
just because he got the cheddar
and the warmth of a sweater
doesnt make him better than the broke dude who gives you help and poetry and love u need.
we got eyes ladies and gents
but in honesty... we bllind
we look for the truth... when the lie...was all in your mind...
but...
i aint no better than the same men with the evil plots...
i mess up too.. how could i not
i think... im just a product of my environment
as much as i hate the pick and toss... ive done my pitiful share
not even care
and walk around with shame as underwear
cuz nobody sees it but me...
but its the truth in this that it is in me to never be afraid to admit that woman are under appreciated...
and at the time that this is dated i say this with no regret...
men are NOT the world...
remove the r the l and the d. reverse not and take out are and put owe... i finish up the rest and get.

MEN owe a TON to the WOMEN of the world.

and i'd like to be the 1st one to say he wants to start paying...

done.

Wanting Back What I Wore...You.

2009-03-01T14:58:00.000-08:00

Don't you know I love you?
I told you to hold me so I can feel the warmth like being surrounded by a thousand sheep and I wouldn't say a peep but then you turn the tables and you walked away
I heard you say to me that I was just a user.
What do you want me to be? A shouter an abuser
I just want to be held sometimes is that to much to ask your poetry worked with me and our spirits was intertwined
I would always look and feel your soul enrich mines to the point of no return and I never wanted to give you up
I just wanted to love ya.
Hold ya.
Why won't you ever listen. All you do is stand there. Looking at me with your six eyes
I hate the way you would always be warm despite the coldest weather
I need you.
More than I ever thought I would
Its a cold world without you
WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME
I'M SWIMMING AND SPEWING IN MY OWN DOUBT AND DEPRESSION I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON I'LL NEVER HIT YOU NEVER SCREAM AT YOU NEVER EVER TRY TO HURT YOU OR TOSS YOU AWAY OR LOSE YOU THE WAY I DID/
I was a stupid fool.
And I would cry and cry at nights because I couldn't find you
I'd get sick to my stomach yo
My homies say let her go
I laugh and I told them no
They say if you love her go
I ran to the other side
And smile to hide pain inside
They told me you got elope
No wonder my rhymes are dope
You took me for a ride the way you would rock that other mans arm around your shoulder.
HE TREATS YOU BETTER THAN ME?
I would cut myself and bleed in my own existance and pitiful pain just to feel some kind of rain
I get down on my knees shouting and screaming for you to come outside
I'm in more pain then I'll ever admit
I'm sick
I'm cold
I'm hurt
I'm mad
Because...you've been stolen. And rocked like a carcass on some bum.
oh you know I'm gonna fight for you
But...you don't look like you want to be fought for.
This pain... I have to let you go now.
And find another one to hold...
I'm bold
And now people think that I'm crazy
Because I'm not talking about a lady.
Aint referring to no girl no female no male no...
Question ask and answer it who?
I'm talking about my jacket.
Hack it.

musical chairs

2009-03-01T14:57:00.000-08:00

I like how my heart plays musical chairs.
With every beat I repeat the same steps. I was in one seat now I'm on to the next..and the beat goes on...the songs plays a melody that resonates within me playing my energy its enormous
Fanatical
I'm cynical
The way I would manipulate the chairs around to get A and C closer
Making my own letters trying to make a 3 note u or a 1 note I
But every time the music stopped(stopped)(stopped)(

stopped)
My heart would plummet I'd lose my seat and I'd drop.

pure imagination....

2009-03-01T14:56:00.000-08:00

welcome to a place
of... pure imagination...
kids holding hands and skipping like lil ol buddies
playing tag and...

ugh.

mushiness kills me. no this aint a emo poem but a poem with happiness and love..
yeah, backwards like al green
but al be sure
to let you all know that... poetry is happiness
for me anyway.... its like a release.
at least
to leave my heart on a piece of looseleaf or a blank white scape as black words show up.
i wanna grow up
but when i grow i wanna throw up
because usually you see the you that made a hue or clue to what you wanted to do but you should use your usable movable hands and make a stand
that's why i bring back the black fist
or it could be white but i cant keep white white.
get it?
i could never keep anything white for long, soon itll be warped and mixed and chopped and reminxed into a jinx and another spawn of astro and for ya'll that dont know
astro dont care( you don't? prove it)
ok...
so if he says that obama is closely rhyming with osama and now that the bush is gone we could see the messed up country left behind...
that we need to put in work like mexicans... save like caucasians... steal like african-americans, speed like asians, vent like haitians, do whatever illegally like puerto ricans, try to make a name for ourselves like cubans, move like native americans and make another stand
not a hand or a head move ahead and embed what you processed into this poem...

cause half of you will even remember one word out of this.
let alone recite this.

but i dont care... CHARLES HAMILTON all day....
(notice i didnt end this just yet... yeah... i an just stop right her....)

patterns of the.... mirror

2009-03-01T14:15:00.000-08:00

The formation of this constipation is killing me...
Seeking truth as I run my hands of cold lies to the warmth.
When the last time you felt that?
When the last time you spelt that?
Repulsion...
Expulsion...
What are your motions?
Where in the red white and gray are you going?
Movement creating a student whose prudent when it comes to being evident
You a crime
You a crime
U stupid imbecile
You a crime...
You failed. FAILED.
AND YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING.
That's what some teachers say
That's what some parents say
I'll be honest
That's what my mirror says...
But living in a world of lies I realize that with teary eyes...
I see...
The truth...

the rape of the shining star...

2009-03-01T14:01:00.000-08:00

... i am a spear chucking aphrodisiac with an afro that hides diversity and individuality and i wear your life out like a shrink or prostitute...

glowing like a 500 watt light bulb i form the constitution of your worlds forming and sticking to it like glue...

we used to walk around with our chain glow
now we moving around doing the same ol
thing that we see in the streets and our dreams
you trying to...

show me the light
nigga you in the dark with me...
i am trippy

i dont need angel dust or lcd or cocaine to see my own dag on brain outside of my head but right next to me feeling my contractions of the verbs i move

i would have vomited my soul already if i wasn't drinking this world. sucking the proverbial tit
grasping its milk
she told me i'm full

i told her i want more.
I RIPPED HER SHIRT OFF.

grabbed her and kissed her innocence.
fondled her purity
licked her skin and dried her tears for what its worth
ran my cold fingers up and down her warm thighs that held power
kissed her from her toes to her forehead
looked at her dead
in the eye
and said i'm taking advantage of you.
she told me i am a soulstar chasing planets i could never imagine to get with
i hit her...
SMACK!
HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME INTO A LITTLE.... ISH STAIN TO BE REMOVED AND SPRAYED YOU HURT AND SPRAINED MY ABILITY TO FEEL THIS WE...
cant.
do...
what...
we were about to do... i knitted up her shirt and hugged her as her tears fell to the floor...
i kissed and smelled her hair. trying to become one under the sun.
and we would have made
sweet
passionate
educated
procrastinated
orgasmic
organic
Ecstasy
acid trippy, falling down a hill
cocaine overdosed and overkill
rocking her head back into the sky as she spit out fallen stars
im thrusting my soul to her as i grip on the bedroom bars...
love
except... i cant give something i dont have....

speak on it

2009-02-26T22:12:00.000-08:00

it aint all poetry ppl... i can and will just talk...or type my life away

yo, it has been a pretty see-saw month yo, february sucks. im weirded out that black history month... is still on the shortest month of the year

i woud prefer black history month on march. since we did alot of MARCHing... duh. but, its whatever...

hopes someone changes that. (obama*cough)

anyway, astro is feeling pretty good right now.

shout outs to mars, you a fool. but a cool fool,

ARTIST OF THE DAY

Charles Hamilton...

duh...

alrighty then. i'll cut it short right here.

peace out,
astro...
gone......

gray poems

2009-02-25T20:26:00.000-08:00

the shades of gray omit a light that is not white nor black
i wonder... walking through a field of my own emotions
am i the only one in color or the only thing in motion?
it is.
i pick up a red rose and it turned gray
it did.
i cried at the notion that i'll never be happy
never be sad...
and burst into a fit as the tear drop was gray
slowly becoming colorblind and bland
i look to the sky... the gray sun is my answer
i'll always have a gray day
all part of a planless plan

in a void...just floating...return to the gray
i got a love for being in between what can i say
my passion is ashing and decaying slowly with the effect of being laid in and worked like leather
but my soul is just as worked...and my will is weary
i'd be a liar if i said i didnt' care
but my stress is prolly grown like the grays of my hair
so i... stare at my sane visions...they never change colors
i see different flashes they never change and stay
february...another month of a gray day

the field is littered with gray, devoid of life people...
every step i take i can feel the colorful evil
my fires they burn and they don't even belong to me.
so now im cold in despair and negativity somebody hear me
out
im clouded by the storms of denial
and they get so tough they strike me when i touch my bible
i'm idle..not to say i worship fooliosh idols
i lie yo... i know what sneakers come out more than i can say scriptures in the bible
i'm pitiful to think about lying a different life
when 9 times out of 10 im doing the same from my other life
i counted the cost...
and if i keep up i might pay the prics
i hate the hot...but i might end up there like it or not
SO I GET STRONGER...
LIFTING WEIGHTS FINDING NARROW ROADS TO AVOID THE BIG ROAD
OPENING THE KNOCKED ON DOOR
LET JESUS IN
OTHERWISE I'D BE LETTING SIN WIN...

the clothing of the soul....

2009-02-24T23:03:00.000-08:00

I AM IN LOVE...
with flannel...
and cotton
and the nice feel of hot socks after doing my laundry
because noboy wants to see the lasting effect of a stained shirt
but rather...
a nice fresh man walking their way with fresh clothing on.
well.. i aint fresh as mr. west
but i am just about as fresh as...
ahh! apples when you wash them.
and with that being said. i have a yearning to be new navy
to close my gap
and eat apples while being republic instead of banana
wear bajan eagle
with a nice match of red and teal
let my jordans speak for me.
and the girls i steal...
and the girls i steal...
and the dream i peel
shows me that clothing... is way more than just what you wear...
clothing is expression of self...

poetics- foul language ( created on 2/13/09)

2009-02-24T22:56:00.000-08:00

greetings folks.. welcome to my 1st poem of the night... imma be writing my mind/soul/thoughts from now until... 12... then i'll post my special poem on valentines day ( believe me... it doesnt have a happy ending...) but let's get started with my 1st one...I'm gonna apologize in advance for the foul language I've attempted to influence onto you
Or the way that it has put an influence on me
I'm growing apples and pears... on my own tree
But with this damned influence I don't even wanna grow a family
I'd rather burn trees then grow them
To save my son n daughter life so they won't have a f'ed up father and a cursing wife
Because that drug called language...once I start smoking it I never finish it
I'm in a trance and giving chance to spit a bunch of slurs like
F you you a hole I will beat the ish out of you
And next thing I know... I'm doing exactly what I said I'd do...
And this aint a declaration of foul independence
Its just stating I'm a fool because I've become dependent...
on a curse...and with honesty its a policy that i grew up with not to ever spit a bad word.
luckily i didnt get popped in the mouth
but the words that i hear very near make it clear that what u hear effects what u say with a startling sense of realization i state one
when we listen to music that says bang hit em and shoot it minds get polluted and huimid
then we recite the music
it seems the obstacles are unstoppable to ever get over
will i be ruled by the a word as he runs with a b word
who is close to the c word but mostly hits me with a d word
would they give me an e for effort or an f word for leverage
while i drink the s word and they say the n word for clearance
i'm just saying that the words you are insulted and assaulted with....
could be the same weapon you hit others with....done.,

111's and poetics session... poem 1

2009-02-24T22:52:00.000-08:00

(The gray prayer)LordI thank you for the times I've been abusedBy my own thoughts and actions and felt your grace has been misusedFor the times that I've thought of doing wrong and went through with the dirtTo the times I've wanted to get drunk,high and chase some sinful skirtYou see I'm not a happy man or laughing kid I say I amI got scars that's not seen and I don't think admitting them to others is a planI'm a wounded spiritTrying to hear your call even though I fear itI would want to dieBut when situations come I get shaken realizing with ever rising startling fact that I just made a lieI wish that I could get off this low and that you'd take me highThat I would pass the test u send mePass with one try...I make mistakes...mis my takes... but lord you keep me closeAnd honestly... your love is the love I need the most...((If I could cry...I would.. Words... they do))The eyes may see you but they can't see your heart. God can.

!st

2009-02-24T22:46:00.000-08:00

... i really dont know what i am doing... but i really learn as i go... this is my 1st step as a baby in the world of blogging. here u will see my thoughts, feeling, dreams, ambitions, poems, etc... ( and more poems...on top of poems)

09... is fine. let's go
aastro out.