August 2011
2 posts
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single dude sleeping in a double-wide looking for menage et tois for foreplays and high five’s. sixth-sense seven sins, a weak eye he ate all nine lives then dessert dimes.
June 2011
1 post
Silver and Goal
Truth be told I’d trade all my silver and gold For a sliver of one of my goals. My pie in the sky been chillin, on hold so long Till the frigid-aire chilled it cold. Doubts in my mind turn pie desires into a la mold Yet my ambition keeps burning, coal. Plus the fire in my eye so bold So ctrl+B, cause he be on his grind Like brakes that you need to replace, but he no whine. Practice makes...
April 2011
1 post
“To: all the women of my past, who were ‘Waiting for Superman’ while...”
– mosaeus
March 2011
1 post
Hello, Kitty
She’s got these cat eyes, so sly Nine lives, all mine Feline, she’s fine Her purr makes my fur rise. Arch like an M sign Watching her tail from behind I kiss her, my whiskers Tickle her like punch lines. My kitten, I’m smitten Stroking her from back, mittens In my lap she’s sitting In t-r-o-u-b-l-e she’s getting. Pussy-willow, bad as, switch A spanking...
Lovemake
Sweatin’ in the summer, warm in the winter Nourish me to whole, so-full like dinner. Back when I was thinner, probably grade 9th I met this little usher, in my church, she was fine. I was rather shy and didn’t have a line Didn’t have a mind, I was dumb and blind. Then she’d catch me, looking at her but(t) so what It was cute and she knew, but I knew not to touch. She had...
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Dope. Poet.
I’m the dopest poet I suppose yes? Know this. Quississentially quoted Spares bowled, arrows bowed it. Sir Celsius, the coldest. You quitter, cards folded. King Midas, I’m the goldest You’re a pawn, peasant, po’est.
February 2011
1 post
Yall wonder why we ballers? All us so tall...
January 2011
6 posts
#AreWeThereYet →
“Are we there yet?” That’s what she said. “He finished, two minutes I aint even got my engine revved.” Her G Spot is empty, on “E”, in the red. GPS says she has not arrived yet.
“I like my hardware Mac, software Google-ish. While you blue-screen Windows,...”
– mosaeus
Good Girl →
She’s a good girl, olive oyl, extra virgin. I pop hymens with my sailor men and keep spurting.
October 2010
1 post
Casa Bey 2.0
The fresh The authors slash writers with arthritis present: Dope Poets, crack. Blue Magic raw. Semantic, word mechanics, get-overstanding. Classic with raps as BC as cro-magnum rib A.fter D.eath me-sigh-ah, so rapture. Charles on these stanzas In charge like Danza. I’m Danson, Cheers to my black face, no actor.Crafters, masters of poetry, no raster drafts. With the left 2 writes who pen...
September 2010
1 post
“Yeah she knows how to drive,
She Danicka Patrick’ed my new ride.
But she’s No...”
August 2010
3 posts
My pen, her pad →
My affinity for pens, pencils and paper, personified.
My #2 pencil Is my 1st Lady She stays out the box On my desk naked. Or in the shower sharpening Keep it shaven I blow it off, grab her by the back No erasing. Gotta lotta pens But TUL’s my favorite She makes house-calls Toolbox, time to hammer baby. Highlighters Sweats her perm and it’s off Call her Sharpie She leaves...
No homophone
ho·mo·phone one of two or more words pronounced alike but different in meaning or derivation or spelling (as the words to, too, and two).
Tell me how I’m suppose to breathe with no heir? Just Do It, just Beat It, Mike’s, Air. Bald, balled out Jumpman’s, Nike wears. High-waters, tube socks, Mike wares. I’m so vain, s’all in my veins The trend setter, weather ever...
July 2010
7 posts
“In the spoken word circuit, wordgasmic wordsmiths are considered especially...”
– @mosaeus @missbrittab @khalilahyasmin @jonubian @wordsmithspeaks @kojobaffoe @nappypoet @muzeness @thejlv @seary1 @LifeofSubstance
Again?
So were talking again? Last night you said, “Its over and I aint coming over again!” I got a girl but I want your butt Just wait before you butt in again.
No dont you leave me again Yes you’re the other woman but If you wait you’ll be the one that I’m with Its confusing Its a nuisance but Lets not lose it again.
Oh were lovers again? I talked you out of walking out and now were in...
Silence of the Yams
Every time I look up
She be smelling sweet
Like a honey-bee to nectar
Good enough to eat
Lemme be Hannibal Lecter
Starling you’re Clarise
Tryna to silence all my efforts
While I mash, those.
Men lie, Women lie.
W-2’s don’t Friday night you in the ‘W’ Balling, straight fronting. By Monday night, you in trouble-you Bawling, ramen noodles munching And they say that money talks, Whatchu talking Willis? Nothing.
Men lie, women lie Report cards truth. Your kid’s in A+ clothes But he’s F’in up in school. He’s as dumb as, such a mule Jack as, just a...
“She calls me his first name, first thang in the morning. Drenched in my scent,...”
– Moses, 3rd
So Bowser
I’m a boss in this game, Bowser.
I bet the neighbors know my name, lauder.
Your old lady calls me baby, powder.
She’s open for me, but clams for you, chowder.
Silence is golden, her platinum screams, louder.
Three’s company, so don’t crowd us.
You call her ‘sweet thang’, your game’s sour.
We karma sutra till the future, hours.
June 2010
1 post
May 2010
2 posts
3 tags
On To The Next One →
I lived on BlackPlanet, but that was kinda racist Never MySpace’d it, or p-p-poked Facebooks You gonne write a real blog, or you just playing Twit? On to the Nexus One, Google Buzz beta..
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February 2010
1 post
Black history, White T
They say the blacker the berry The sweeter the juice. I say our melanin skin Tends to blend with the bruise And marinate in its confusion. They labeled us “useless” But for (four) hundred years They slaved and abused us. Then traded us for new ones. No need for gift receipts They breed us just to make new sons. Beat, pulped and juiced us Stripped of Vitamin B (free) And left we malnourished and...
January 2010
1 post
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Understandably Untitled
Number one in my toolkit, #2 pencil Will.i.write out the box? They call me jump-fence Bill.
I would’ve rhymed ‘stencil’, but that’s too simple You reap what you sew, so I needle nouns nimble. Alliteration as absurd as abnormal AdSense words Aka the Mad Adder of adjectives and adverbs. Last name Smith, first name Wordsword
I eat nouns now & later hors...
November 2009
1 post
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P(rude)nt
I used to be prudent Second guess, dislike. But now I’m being Judas Betraying my right mind. Usually I don’t do this Still I just might Since I express myself best When I’m left to write. Not ambidextrous but yes Even my left is right. Southpaw, jab left On a NorthWest flight. Entendres doubled-over No In-N-Outs, read it twice. Now you double-doubled over Can’t shake the...
October 2009
1 post
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3s Company
You doggone right, she’s full of herself. He took one look his neck crooked and gestured a yep. Then she told him she needed some help “I’m tired of tooting my own horn”, so he blew it himself. He flirted with her flute, and blew it to death She came in humming herself. Who you fooling? She pursued it herself. She’s the cougar So he’s playing gazelle And...
August 2009
1 post
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D.O.A - Death of Asinine →
This aint a #1 record This is practical, logical; will be slept on I made this for the West men Dr. Cornel & Yeezy, mad respect them. Stop your blood-clot complaining The world is yours; stop being complacent and take it. You boys’ jeans too low, your colors don’t flow, unhomo. I might honor black for a year straight I might bring back loving our race This aint for 106 and Park But Speaks told...
July 2009
1 post
Jacked and Jillted
Tell me how to break-up, quit Someone you’ve never been with No relationship, just myth The relations continued forthwith. They never committed How did she acquit it? Not a mistake But she’ll admit it. The empty space was erased He filled it Floating in space, no inhibition. She was taken, so he hid it He felt forsaken Jacked then Jilted.His feelings jaded She felt guilty, but A...
June 2009
2 posts
“If history repeats itself, is the present a sequel? The past, re-gifted and...”
– Moses, 3rd.
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Macintosha
iMac She’s so PC Told her to close Windows This is not PG. This is rated Macintosh, OS X I installed Parallels Virtual, yes! The best of both worlds Powered by Intel She gotta Dell on the side But him she won’t tell. Cause she likes my RAM 2.66 Gigahertz I don’t play around No m’am, iWork. Hush all the rumors No she’s not a cougar She’s a Snow Leopard Rocking...
May 2009
1 post
Tunnel Vision
The light at the end of the tunnel is just a light. No matter how many bright ideas you have its always night. Running ‘round in circles and chasing your own tail. Relapse from the laps, but you still pass with a fail. So you try to fill the gaps with crap to fill the void. Shopping sprees at the Gap, gadgets and new toys. Bait cheese to find rats, and then pass ‘em off to the boys But...
March 2009
2 posts
3 tags
Social Network 4play
She was pretty in the facebook. Slim in the waist. He wrote on her wall Friend me, post haste. He. Could. Not. Wait. She would say, “Nay Facebook = myfriends. Sent him a link to herspace. He fell for the bait He should’ve had a V8 Didn’t want her Top 8 He just wanted her AIM. IMs the new text She approved his request And before too long It was Short-Message-Sex. She was into S...
“We spend so much time complaining about the glass being half empty that we...”
– Moses, 3rd
February 2009
1 post
4 tags
Strictly for My Negus
Nigga. I should be PC, the “N” word, right? No one says “the N word” in real life Call ‘em such, if that’s what they acting like. Then act like you mad when its said by a white. Its our prerogative, coloured birth-right Derogatory words are ours, right? Right! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard. Duped into downing, drowning self-worth. Conned into...
November 2008
1 post
“About mountains, faith moves them. Doubt creates them. The choice is yours.”
– Moses
October 2008
1 post
Cardinal Woman
I. I once was in love with you Then 1 you back from your dude. II. Twice almost riced and said I do Did that suffice, ditto, you 2? III. Our triangle aint right, it’s so obtuse Or is it acute, well it aint cute. IV. 4 years I lusted for your hue 4-play b4 then I pursued. V. Drunk 5ths to make love to you High-5’s after we were through. VI. Spent 6-pence to show...
September 2008
3 posts
Fools Gold
All that glitters aint gold, cause some girls fool me First they glisten then they mold, rust and gangrene I should’ve listened to the oldies tryna scold me But I didn’t and now I’m holding cheap jewelry. Called her Diamond, mind you she was a Cubic She was fine with lying and I was just stupid Or blinded by the way her body bended sun rays Lollygagging in my ways I...
Ever Wonder
Yall wonder why we ballers? All us so tall That’s cause they auctioned off us Let the small ones falter. Bred us like hogs Inbred like dogs So yeah bread That’ll make you go off. Can you blame he whose seen scenes Mama traded on the block To a strange light man For half the price of an ox. Another Anglo Saxed his pops But first stripped him down Past his socks So he could marvel at his...
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Word Smith
I write this with my right wrist To be an author plus a writer Does that make me arthritis? My carpel tunnel is acting funny again So I car pool in tunnels like paparazzi. Damn. I didn’t say that, no that was my tourette’s I’m on tour in Europe, rocking with The Jets Audible like Brett, Audiger, so Smet Not a metro-joe, but I keep myself kept. Cleanliness is next to Godliness....
August 2008
4 posts
Good Master, Good Morning
Clocking in, always on his job he is Yet it seems his job is always on him Daydreams being free Nightmares, being there Book ‘em so ends meet The only reason he’s there, see here. He aint being ungrateful But to him corporate world is joke Still pimps, hoes and hoax Blackberry, it’s the new yoke Bosses whip emails at he Like whips they used to flag we. A modern-day plantation his work-station...
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In You End Oh
She taste like a honey bunn, He’s Yoga Bear the kid. Tryna downward dog Her picnic ass-kit. She bee the queen of this hive. He bee some worker on a gig, But he’s gonne swing his shift To the eve of her ribs. “Yes, yes”, that’s what say to him, While she sing that song like a top fave hymn. He gave a slight grin, and a bite on her chin, So she hiked up her hind legs so...