Within The Confines of a Beautiful Mind

modernish stonehenge

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:35:58 -0400

engrasped in the scene
footfalls on rasp and rocks
dime store dreams
peddled on corner store TV screens
the laughter drowns out the screams
what a shop of horrors
rolling stones so porous
we ignore the words
but sing along to the chorus;
killer instinct is extinct
ripped and gnashed by the maw; so hungry
for man, for country
empathy sold separately
but it is soled; a stepping stone to a throne
one made of cockroach thorax’s and skulls
ahh! just like home
empires fall and stars die,
surrogate cyborgs rise out of cracked concrete
facebook - mission complete

she ate herself

Tue, 21 May 2013 18:32:56 -0400

her dark was calm
her windows were tinted exquisite
no one could see in
but see out, see out she did
the pounds merry - go - round
exponentially with the ups and downs of her frowns
she needed the pretty, she craved to be a doll
the slender cuts released;
they were her gills, the slits
she needed them to breathe
closed eyelids hers breaths freeze
this is where she wishes the nightmares never leave
she was better this way
she needed the doubt
her identity was more about whats missing
she could not face what scarred; scared,
a ghost she was
a ghost but there

Freestyle ove “the blast” by Hi-Tek 42nd &...

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:43:00 -0400

Freestyle ove “the blast” by Hi-Tek

42nd & Killian

a sole 42nd street soul
where the curbs grow fangs and devour you whole
life flat line flatter than the brim of a fitted hat
that fear go
but its coming back
theres a price tag on freedom
you couldn’t buy that motha fucka with 100 stacks
this beat is a soljourn to where my mind is at
gave the pall bearer the urn
but he brought it back
the whip rolls likes thunder
pussy in there
call me lionel
black pantro
aint nothing what it seem like I’m hansel
but there aint no candy
well its sweet like candy
but it take a pipe
you’ll need a light
the darkest fiends come when you shinning bright
that syringe needle puncture like a cobra bite
kinda like my lyrics when I check mic
check like chucky finister checks his closet
because there might be some ahh real monsters
ickus and fungus don’t call him puzzdroole
used to rap to the song when I skipped school
skipped being cool
because I am chosen
I am the absence of heat
I am frozen
in a black mans body
viliafied for being civilized
they cant even look a brother in his fuckin eyes
I climb while cry
this just my 2 cents, I need change you feel me?

bacon paper

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:55:00 -0400

most cops are like single ply toilet paper
you only really need them when you’re in deep shit
and even then,
how useful are they?

astronaut

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:22:00 -0400

the human eye barely catches
the vision obscured by the moral sunglasses
which somehow surpasses the shinning blunders shielded;
the melting pot has melted and everyone is everywhere; separate but fair?
pistols sovereign; dirty hands, sanguine eyes dressed in suit and ties
skyscrapers do just that, scrape the sky
felicity finds not; its blind
sour citrus clementines peel
like the human form
the sweetest fruit brings the worst kind of flies
the predators predating one’s passions preface the predominate;
its life, a gauntlet; thrown gloves and duels,
sacrilegious scarecrows with gang tats and cornrows
lines these streets
its on sale!
the pavement pounds like heart beats
for once we’re alive - partially
look like, be like, see like; its shark week
and everyone is chum, yum
trends treadmill, we’re running but we stand still
smoke our cigarettes, play our games
we’re tamed, maimed, enflamed - ash

i dream of new york

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:31:00 -0400

no country no old color
it don’t stop; dirty garments on dancing bones
city streets sweep with Rockefellers
substance with no harmony; ocapellas
broken black and white TV sets
old; the channels never change
miles of smiles change to cringes
as mouths with no hinges
do their best pac-man impression
there is no expression
only wolves behind counters
with expresso machines squirting shots of just work
there is no just worth; its just earth
the great depression
the great expression
the great impression; the american dream, black men scream
on that silver screen
great white hippy hopes in that exhaled dope
lady liberty is naked underneath that dress
no wonder america goes commando
just release john rambo and army figurines
good,keep the man’s mind quarantined
no emotions; no chicken soup
just baseball bats and chicken fingers
surrogates and doppelgangers are in our closets on our hangers
we are our own worst stranger; danger

stripper

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:33:15 -0400

she liked to litter
little pieces of herself
in the things she did
she looked at the room of eyes quizzically
she made her flourishes science;
her steps questions; art, she peeled the world in her movements
she sorted good from the lost, the evil from the clean,
she moved; she danced; she grooved
lost in the time golden; boogie,
truncating herself into three minutes
naked never bare she bared but never cared
eyes stared unaware brevity enclosed;
encapsulated the prose of her asymmetry
three minutes be damned
move; dance; grove
her music never stops

untitled series

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:42:18 -0400

new technology this, 3d that,
I don’t get it;
typewriters were the first 3d printers
and they came out like forever ago.

Freestyle over “Ghetto Symphony” by A$ap Rocky she...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:28:00 -0400

Freestyle over “Ghetto Symphony” by A$ap Rocky

she said I’m going to hard
Ma I hardly started
get meidevel on her ass
my richard lion hearted
signed yours truly
leave pussy dearly departed
there was a line after that but my brain farted
eyes closed with my head phones on
I see long I see strong
vision sharp
connect the dots
my perception
is what your perceptions not
you a second notch
I’m the entire clock
my rhymes freeze time
I’m just pressing pause
you just pressing broads
and spending ends
when does it end
you dont know who your friends be
who to pretend to be
you your own worst enemy
don’t go facebook friending me
man fuck facebook
and tell twitter eat a dick
naw two dicks
like a pack of twix
you call em bricks
I call em building blocks
that drought come when the building stop
its like trying to squeeze water from a fucking rock
thats when the goons come
same old summer
2013 blade runner
this all a bunch of games and broken fairy tales
happily ever after
my ass
bunch of bowlegged snakes in some high grass
foolish nigga
go ahead with high ass

life a reflection
shit is symetrical
that man in the mirror
ball like a testicle
my shits sophisticated
beats get a evicirated
its easy just hand me a mic
when my thoughts emancipated
proclamated on how I’m going to change the game
won’t stop until the dictionary knows name
or the thesauras too
I’m like a thesauras dude
well I’m a monster
so I’m a thesaurasauras dude
cooler than momma bears porridge dude
hear the beat my mind get quiet
like an interlude then I spit
like I just ate some prison food
I know who I be nigga so who are you
it sound like lies
when we speak the truth
our development arrested man
we some bluths I might be michael
but yall some busters dude
I’m far out
like a homer hit by bonds or ruth

what if beauty wasn’t a definition but an outcome?

Sat, 18 May 2013 17:52:14 -0400

what if beauty wasn’t a definition but an outcome?

words jarred from an almost tear

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:19:00 -0400

a sad one’s best hiding place is among the happy;
they will think you one of them, the happy,
they have no idea how easy it is to twist a grimace into a smile;
a cry into laughter, a disappointment into a life;
for them it’s unfathomable, yet second nature,
for the rest of us its an art form, a deft maneuver, a mechanism through which the world is consumed and digested; a placebic missive against the colossal nothing, I guess really for some happiness might not be the cure, but the symptom.

subway car #6

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:30:25 -0400

footsteps; dirty jeans
they were shuffled
jacks and queens
everywhere was two faces
there were high heels and skater shoes
with the extra wide shoelaces
seats were scarce; musical chairs
paradoxically impaired
going backwards - forwards
on a conveyor belt of stares
who stops? what where?
turned and looked there
they’re wearing diamonds on the way to the club
cause they’re hearts were spaded; they were stronger scared
scarred from a broken home turned from a full house of pairs
and there he sat the same boy with a gameboy, unawares
unmotivated; innocent; clean; live life? we should all be jealous, lucky, fair

tale

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:30:11 -0400

your life is a story
you write for others
but read for yourself

off the top freestyle over “Love Sosa” by Chief...

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:25:00 -0400

off the top freestyle over “Love Sosa” by Chief Keef

“fuck hip-hop”

you get it but I got it nigga
my vision microscopinc nigga
I get high then I get low
feeling like a big guy
with that fee fii foo foo
it say bang bang
like a giant go
sike naw
I don’t need no gun
I got something quicker than bullets
I got mind
and with it I stand tall
like street sign
hip hop
is like be kind
rewind
its likes
this script
these lines
yall money
make yall soft like tea time
the only time yall put holes in one
is tee time
so shut the fuck up
nut the fuck up
and be a role model
gangsta rap
is the old model
quit talking bout
how you roll models
and push throttle
while you waking up in buggattis
you gave that money right back
man you lose probably
the same out come
suck in the middle like malcom
then have the nerve to ask how come
uhh uhhh how come uhh uhhh why come
man shut the fuck up

the last 5 minutes of class

Thu, 16 May 2013 00:26:07 -0400

there was august in her face
it was waiting to fall;
she was no longer her own
she was lost
a runaway
she had been given wings
she could not stay
this place displaced
she gathered her things and checked her phone
then her professor’s face
at that moment she concluded
her make up could wait

an atheist and a cigarette

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:24:00 -0400

his lips were his bible
and his scars were his church,
the stained glass bore cracks,
the poison oak and ivy
had already begun to grow;
his cotton candy words
melted in others hands whenever carried;
the bolts and stones of his invasive thoughts
paraded across his face
though his skin was inked
the tattoos on his psyche trumpeted
they were loud; enveloping; too angry to ignore
he was bound to the earth
but he, he did soar
he surfed the stars
he climbed mars
he was far.

imstruments

Tue, 14 May 2013 23:17:23 -0400

there is music
with us all; take care when you listen
rarely is the song pleasant,
we are never in tune

off the top freestyle over “Exhibit C” by Jay...

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:28:19 -0400

off the top freestyle over “Exhibit C” by Jay Electronia

“blackjack”

its hella bright
I’m lost in that lime light
stay wearing different masks
like I’m crimefight
born in the burbs
but raised in the avenues
when you born with a silver spoon
you aint got shit lose
we all got different feet
but the same shoes
walkin on a different street
with the same crew
we all singing the same song
the blues
the pain don’t refrain
unless you got shit to soothe
2 40s and a boombox
take a sip and cruise
this aint bullshit
its past that
21 and black
he get bust like this black jack
bustin 4 4s or 11s like he roll craps
you know that you can bet the bank that he sold that
bold black till they found the block he roll at
big bads with badges and the toe tagses
nevery let clean brother hold status
thats why high already
trying to change stratus
strato straight felatio
clouds eyes behold
like hoes
thats how it relates to those
its like a blood letting
when I’m writing prose
I tighten mode
then I spide code
in my cypher
you must decipher
like heiroglphics
but less specific
boo you hate my shit?
everyones a critic
you hate it I did it.
you watch it I live it

a teen on a skateboard

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:35:18 -0400

his feet barely touched
the earth beneath
he hummed down the streets
nothing in his ears but wind and heartbeats
and that’s how it should be
baritone thoughts thunk
while his magic carpet’s impetus
prototypes and outreaches its self
he was determined to undermine the half-life of youth
he was uncertain, just as he liked,
just how he deserved to be
preserved by the perseverance of apathy;
excused from the table of the gods’
he was mortal; an existential non-sequitur;
an empty candy wrapper in the breeze
where he went is where he be; free, free

redid an old freestyle space ghost 2

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:44:53 -0400

redid an old freestyle

space ghost 2