Even through confusion we found fusion
No need for menus, we both order us
Love of a lifetime, Haley’s Comet
But now...we just living off its’ starry dust
Going through the motions like black hair…
Why has this conditioner harden us?
Proxy---bonded and bounded 2 oxy
Inhaling expletives from exasperation…it carboned us
Man we so far from us
Aliens in our abode, fucking feeling like foreigners-in love
Know the alphabets--not the language--it’s all Greek to me
A stack of words in this pic we painted, but you don’t speak to me
The only reason ya maintaining, cuz you texting them and me
After all these rabbits, monkeys and birds,
I know your faith is fatigued
But you camouflaging me with things from my days at the university
I thought we’d never vanquish, as long as we believed
Damn it’s so hard to sustain when all you see is sea
And you think the world ends, scared of La Niña
Cuz you fear all the niñas, think I’m gonna veer to India
We could discover a new world and eclipse Amerigo
Love conquers all, Cupids nature's imperial
Baby you can both fear it all and be inferior
But you wouldn’t be here at all, if we weren’t superior
It may take a miracle
Either bounce or bounce if ya wit me
...memories only count if ya with me
Recount all the mini-memories
is like accounting for pennies
But then it amounts to a mountain of plenty
reasons we even was, are and will be
Ounces...There’s no many without any
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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Sunday, December 2, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Texit
I predicted this would happen, but I still wasn't prepared
Indigently steered in to the wall, and prayed to be spared
Read the revelations from the glass tablet, but I was deafened from the blare
Herald from Seer and heeled by the Sayer
Reared in the womb of her problems
Still neutered off her
Now outgrown the pot of closed doors
But still rooted in her
Tried to detour this runaway train
But still routed to her
Screaming my love through tears that puddle on my screen
But they muted to her
Am I suited for her?
Haute Couture or Tailored
Obscured by the ones from Baylor
I seen the trailer
Wasn't ready for a sequel
The aim was to keep you
So I was game for a reboot
Didn't know I was in the lane for a lame reshoot
Action, Take a zillion
Can't say I hate the persons, but I do hate the feelings
Filled in
Cavity carved the fleeting love of those women
But those are those women
I chose woman, but I knows women
Men go hunting
Women they go fishing
But is it so different
To kill or be caught
They live to be hooked
Ain't lived till I shot
Baby you were gone before you sent that text
Just cuz someone is new doesn't mean they are next...
...options....
....delete message...
...are you sure....
....New Message
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Entrance
Enter me!
The road from an embryo to an entity
I've lost it all..
Bye virginity
Sayonara divinity
Left with my enemies
Them or me, can't be haunted by their memory
In a Mexican Stand-Off with him, I, and inner me...
Please
Don't be afraid!
Be Amazed!
The maze of a raisin in the sun
The raising of a son placed upon a mom
Who gave chase to her wants and never wafted from the brunt
I was made in a dorm
She never stayed in a dorm
She wasn't too dumb, she was just too young...
And dangerous is what they labeled me
My race so enabling
My color so disabling
Maybe I was born with it or maybe it was Maybeline
All made up-A cover
But it's hard to escape the scene
Reality bites I had to figure out away to dream
Over hungers growl, figure out away to sing
You know a hood nigga always had a way to scheme
Like Nino puffin cigars in the carter hid a way like kings...
Of Princes of Paupers-No visit from papa
But he didn't know he had to visit the bastard
Its hard to write that sentence, the pastor
Told me God's my father
You mean the same dude who is the cause of the Christmas disaster
Unwrapping next months late rent
Both them niggas missing in action
Fathers found in my features made in both likenesses
Never thought I turn on TV and see him, I might as well try the shit
I was scared to meet him, didn't think I was man enough
But he stepped up to the plate taught me about manning up
And down
I been making moves since the OJ Trial News
How he gonna show me how to be me…how to be He?
How to be Me?
Why? Because my mother was paying bills
When I wasn't dodging detention I was avoiding getting killed
What's the problem with me sagging, I ranked number 14?
Where he saw potential I couldn't.
He just wanted more for me
To the world I was just adolescent adder
Where you saw a man, I saw a ladder
I saw a gram, when I saw adult
Trying to support my fam, telling time by my shadow
Silhouettes...
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Heisman to Hell
Ain't no Vicodin for heart ache
Running with the truth
White Bronco for the car chase
Absence of evidence is the evidence of absence
Sole witness to the presence of my present for they asses
Whats a crime without passion?
Especially when the passion is crime-She's mine Motherfucker!
I bought them panties you ripped off,
Makeup you messed up-You kissed death when you kissed her
Nicole…
I don't remember our first kiss
But I remember last ones, each one a special gift
I knew what I had, but you didn't know that I had it
Stolen by this nigga covered in blood and one of your fake eyelashes
Tragic? Bitch Please! You didn't suffer nan
I am a MotherKiller, instead of a MotherFucker now
You had kids by me, but you don't want a brother now?
Left him dead at the door, and dared him to say he loved her now
Man I wonder who's the owner of this glove I found?
The tragedy is that I gotta live knowing that I failed
For the first time in my life, and I can't let that ship sail
I hope to end up where your eyes land
But now death to me is jail
It all started with a Heisman
It all ended up in Hell
....strike the pose...
...pull the gun away from your head...
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monsters
He's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
She's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
He's a monster.
Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom
While not royalty,
The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;
...He was merely ignorant.
She's a monster.
The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony
While not apparent in the forward,
The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition
She was the textbook terror.
He's a monster.
He invaded to evade; not to reign
He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,
Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.
He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.
She's a monster.
They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes
Seduced her horror into my heart
Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.
Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath
Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills
He's a monster.
No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures
But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...
...over the reality of things to be-that were
I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!
She's a monster
Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo
A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers
She caused my heart to think and feel for me!
She effected my heart to think and feel only her!
She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!
He's a monster.
The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures
As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,
His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window
Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood
His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction
Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash
She's a monster.
The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun
And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws
Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers
They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies
And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance
He's a monster
And as he lunged towards my me
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
She's a monster.
Roped to her heart hungry stomach,
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
You see I am a monster.
And with the inevitable looking so inviting
Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy
Every predator is prey...to something
....and its feeding time
...eat or get ate...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
She's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
He's a monster.
Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom
While not royalty,
The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;
...He was merely ignorant.
She's a monster.
The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony
While not apparent in the forward,
The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition
She was the textbook terror.
He's a monster.
He invaded to evade; not to reign
He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,
Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.
He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.
She's a monster.
They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes
Seduced her horror into my heart
Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.
Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath
Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills
He's a monster.
No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures
But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...
...over the reality of things to be-that were
I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!
She's a monster
Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo
A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers
She caused my heart to think and feel for me!
She effected my heart to think and feel only her!
She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!
He's a monster.
The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures
As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,
His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window
Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood
His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction
Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash
She's a monster.
The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun
And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws
Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers
They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies
And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance
He's a monster
And as he lunged towards my me
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
She's a monster.
Roped to her heart hungry stomach,
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
You see I am a monster.
And with the inevitable looking so inviting
Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy
Every predator is prey...to something
....and its feeding time
...eat or get ate...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Monday, June 20, 2011
Orenthal's Room
**Phone Rings**Cleaners: We haven't had anyone call for a shirt, when did you take out your dry cleaning?
Last month my name is ..., my girl usually drops it off my customer number is 789
Cleaners: Oh hi Mr. ..., I met your brother he is a funny guy he came in with your wife last month to pick up your dry cleaning
Cup full of crown, drinkin staring at your name in cell phone
I should call you and go home
But I know your not alone
This good woman I should try,
someone who can appreciate a good guy
One cup for me is too much
I'm about to call yo ass, pick up...
Fuck that nigga that's eclipsing me
I can taste his toothpaste when you kissin me
Fuck that nigga that's inside you now
He better be with you when it all goes down
(Are you home Right Now?)
I might can't do better but I cant do worst
Where has my woman been lately
I might can't do better but I cant do worst
Ill just prayin waitin on you to get here
Another cup of henny, I don't even drink liquor
I don't care how long it takes you to get here
I don't even miss you no more
Confused between nights and mornings
Cuz the sun isn't important
When your pluto....what you mean im not a planet just granite
hook
I used to be addicted to facebook pimpin and tempted by fucking bitches that I almost had
Disappointment
I never knew I had to make an fucking appointment just to call yo ass
Where is the cake cuz--
This is a party yep this is a party
I hope you brought that nigga cuz this is a party
Thank you for comin cuz noone is leavin
God just lost another angel to his own demon
Wish I could go but ain't no escapin from freedom
--And this was torture
Free Clinic Waiting Room this is torture
Kept away from the snakes in the orchard
But damn eve for Christ shakes your just a whore for
The fruits odor, thats why you inhale, engulf and reorder (Another Please)
Hard stay updated when you fuckin the twitter Orca
Dumb bird tryna keep him at capacity
An Opacity to your insecure voracity
Combat Mortality...Fatality
Like Cano took his heart cuz his had yours
And yours has mine and I had to get first
Why in my dry cleaning did I get that shirt?
hook
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
The roofs on fire, and the floor too...
I got some more juice... Is there more goose?
I don't wanna take it straight or ill get in some trouble...
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Beautiful Sprout
We were victims of youth
Suffered from the symptoms of truth
Now to you it was fiction, a dupe
Confused, by the white suit of a love so new
We had the condition of tooth
Armor was enamel
Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer
Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar
Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle
Too bad we were affixed to our ages
On each other we were fixated
In you're eyes I saw my life, and my sunshine in the reflection off your big braces
Our break was hard to fix because we had to skip spaces
Its hard to step up the stairs as a pair when your landings in different stages
And you lie in different places, with different people...placeholders
Replacement players took their glow to shine and takeover
We got drunk of local affection, the long distance made it hard to stay sober
No need for calling or texting, physically connected to others
Became dejected and towards the west we turned our rudders
Even after all these years I still smile when I hear ya name
Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same
What we had was an umbrella of us despite the supercell of doubt
So although it never blossomed it was the most beautiful sprout
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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Married.to.SallieMae
Suffered from the symptoms of truth
Now to you it was fiction, a dupe
Confused, by the white suit of a love so new
We had the condition of tooth
Armor was enamel
Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer
Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar
Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle
Too bad we were affixed to our ages
On each other we were fixated
In you're eyes I saw my life, and my sunshine in the reflection off your big braces
Our break was hard to fix because we had to skip spaces
Its hard to step up the stairs as a pair when your landings in different stages
And you lie in different places, with different people...placeholders
Replacement players took their glow to shine and takeover
We got drunk of local affection, the long distance made it hard to stay sober
No need for calling or texting, physically connected to others
Became dejected and towards the west we turned our rudders
Even after all these years I still smile when I hear ya name
Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same
What we had was an umbrella of us despite the supercell of doubt
So although it never blossomed it was the most beautiful sprout
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Devil in A New Dress
How you in my rear-view and my windshield?
It’s like a sunny day, with a wind-chill
You just blowing air like a windmill
But you take me there, horseshoes and timb heels
My heart feels likes it’s ran ten hills
Stop for breath looked up and seen a mountain....range
I thought I found a fountain, I found a drain
Cuz she broke my heart, I out here rerouting veins
Connecting them to vages with absent daddies
Vagina Vulture d.b.a Saturday Night Savage
Sunday Morning Vanished
Thanks to my guest, half dressed, mumbling something up in spanish
Te queiro. Te quiero?!? Te quiero! Ay dios!
No me conoces? Donde vives?
I never look up, cuz I know god see this
I aint ashamed, hell he's right here with me
In the club, acting up, he was right there with me
Main reason after Remy I still found that jimmy
I know he's right here, but why is he still right here with me?
I don't deserve it, why aint he deserted?
She did, bounced like it was right before the offering time of service
Goddamn Lucifer, I love ya daughter Lucy
Hot love, but no fire crotch Danny Bonaduce
How she got so many faces and so many races?
How I meet her so many times in so many places?
How she in so many sizes and so many ages?
Don't get her wasted, just point down and ask can you take this?
She, they always reply in the positive
Insecurity modeling, unbottling immaturities swallowing
Don't know if it’s A.I.D.S or aiding cognitive-abilities
But it’s the facility for this soliloquy
Menstruating mentally
I don’t know if stability is in my vicinity
But I know these hours aren’t ours and these minutes aren’t meant to be
So every second is success
Trying to move on, but I see my ex in every club dress
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Monday, January 24, 2011
WHY WON'T YOU KISS ME BACK?
Why won't you kiss me back?
The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...
My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...
The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,
Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror
Why won't you say you miss me back?
I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,
But they always miss you...
Your presence should denote your receptive
But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted
I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...
How is your smile a sword and a shield?
I can't take anymore!
I drop to the floor and and kneel
Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame
Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you
The only bit of you that remains....
Why won't you kiss me back?
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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Married.to.SallieMae
The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...
My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...
The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,
Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror
Why won't you say you miss me back?
I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,
But they always miss you...
Your presence should denote your receptive
But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted
I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...
How is your smile a sword and a shield?
I can't take anymore!
I drop to the floor and and kneel
Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame
Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you
The only bit of you that remains....
Why won't you kiss me back?
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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Married.to.SallieMae
Thursday, January 20, 2011
The Last Last
As we laid there, with our thoughts enveloping the moment
We said nothing.
Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all
This is not the first time
But it would be the last…last time
I grabbed her slender frame and lunged
We said nothing.
Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all
This is not the first time
But it would be the last…last time
I grabbed her slender frame and lunged
Pulling her towards me, pushing me into her
Trying to penetrate those two deep mocha guardians of hers and seize what’s mine!
What she has been holding back for far too long
Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine
Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition
He had her. He has her. But I have her!
What she has been holding back for far too long
Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine
Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition
He had her. He has her. But I have her!
An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls
So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...
Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,
Shifting us from neutral to overdrive
He has her, but she is mine.
Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us
Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath
Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice
Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers
With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say
Our lips' link synced our unconscious
And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time
I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer
So anytime you need me, circle back to that night
Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment
Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips
Because I am still right there waiting to have you again
...the last last...lasts
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So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...
Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,
Shifting us from neutral to overdrive
He has her, but she is mine.
Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us
Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath
Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice
Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers
With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say
Our lips' link synced our unconscious
And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time
I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer
So anytime you need me, circle back to that night
Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment
Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips
Because I am still right there waiting to have you again
...the last last...lasts
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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Thursday, January 6, 2011
De(a)f Poetry
This is not Deaf Poetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures
This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures
This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
1st and 15th
Pulling in thirty K, paying off Sallie Mae
Finding access to success through the alleyways
Thought school was an alley-oop to fair ways in Calloways
But when that galaxy found gravity, fell the facade of fallacy
REALITY
Hourly what the fuck is salary
IDK what salad is feasted on my sorrows to the morrow- devoured me
Got fat off my fears and "coulda been" calories
Never thought I'd be a drone
Never thought I'd be a clone
Single for three years never thought I'd be alone
Graduated highest honors never thought I'd get a loan
Got that refund check how did I ever get along
Fresh crib, fresh whip, stocked fridge with a phone
Cuz I was balling in college, I may never get a home
In heartbreaks hotel and mediocrity's motel
Apartments of Apathy Who Cares, O'Well
Dreams of Pulitzers, Oscars, Grammys and Nobels
The tragedy of imagining...Who Cares, O'Well
So sails my yacht of youth, salutations to my wants
In debt to credit and them bills debit first of the month
....clocking in...
....checking out...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Finding access to success through the alleyways
Thought school was an alley-oop to fair ways in Calloways
But when that galaxy found gravity, fell the facade of fallacy
REALITY
Hourly what the fuck is salary
IDK what salad is feasted on my sorrows to the morrow- devoured me
Got fat off my fears and "coulda been" calories
Never thought I'd be a drone
Never thought I'd be a clone
Single for three years never thought I'd be alone
Graduated highest honors never thought I'd get a loan
Got that refund check how did I ever get along
Fresh crib, fresh whip, stocked fridge with a phone
Cuz I was balling in college, I may never get a home
In heartbreaks hotel and mediocrity's motel
Apartments of Apathy Who Cares, O'Well
Dreams of Pulitzers, Oscars, Grammys and Nobels
The tragedy of imagining...Who Cares, O'Well
So sails my yacht of youth, salutations to my wants
In debt to credit and them bills debit first of the month
....clocking in...
....checking out...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Monday, December 27, 2010
Long Gone
You don't know what you feel...
Because you feel who you don't know
You don't know whats real
You just sit back and wait for the truth to show
Yea its gonna bug me for you to go
I can see it all, it happened so quick but its moving slow
The smile, the raise eyed brow, scowl, straight face
You just go out outta danger, thought you were in a safe place
In you i found more potential regret than a thousand men could forget
Never ever thought I'd be checked
You started playing checkers with pieces for chess
I thought I could be the greatest champion of this challenge
But you straight cross me over like when Jordan met Allen
That stumble wont hurt my legacy
but i''ll always wonder the deposits in the accounts that we left of We
Accrue interest of something we'll never see
What was aint what is, what we were will never be
We are what we are you know damn well I could have took you the stars boo
But I aint gonna argue, you was either gonna leave now or leave later
Sister girl, we hatched something that was a gift for the creator
Before our love bird could fly it had to sing its swan song
I was going long, looked around, and you were Long...Gone
...So long
...so lone
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Because you feel who you don't know
You don't know whats real
You just sit back and wait for the truth to show
Yea its gonna bug me for you to go
I can see it all, it happened so quick but its moving slow
The smile, the raise eyed brow, scowl, straight face
You just go out outta danger, thought you were in a safe place
In you i found more potential regret than a thousand men could forget
Never ever thought I'd be checked
You started playing checkers with pieces for chess
I thought I could be the greatest champion of this challenge
But you straight cross me over like when Jordan met Allen
That stumble wont hurt my legacy
but i''ll always wonder the deposits in the accounts that we left of We
Accrue interest of something we'll never see
What was aint what is, what we were will never be
We are what we are you know damn well I could have took you the stars boo
But I aint gonna argue, you was either gonna leave now or leave later
Sister girl, we hatched something that was a gift for the creator
Before our love bird could fly it had to sing its swan song
I was going long, looked around, and you were Long...Gone
...So long
...so lone
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
eriCalifornia
You took the sunshine away from Texas
...well from me when you took your exit
Cali dreaming became your reality
Living your dreams became my fatality
1 of 3 but really 1 of 1
Exclusive, elusive... 1 of none
Our perfect match was riddled with indecision
On my part, on my heart were still gaps from her incision
I was still bleeding couldn't you see the bandages?
I still needed healing
But you didn't want to wait though
I never thought the miles could be extended between Denton and Waco
Hours became days
We went months without talking even the shade started to fade
We both have put people on the bus
Passengers and Drivers of Broken Heart Anonymous
We like to pretend that it'll happen someday
Some way, one day right now is just a really long Sunday
Who knows if its a vacation
Since us has been vacated, others have tried to make accommodations
But some reason they dont fit
Some reason they dont get
Why they always become formers
My manifest destiny...
Los Angeles, eriCalifornia
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
...well from me when you took your exit
Cali dreaming became your reality
Living your dreams became my fatality
1 of 3 but really 1 of 1
Exclusive, elusive... 1 of none
Our perfect match was riddled with indecision
On my part, on my heart were still gaps from her incision
I was still bleeding couldn't you see the bandages?
I still needed healing
But you didn't want to wait though
I never thought the miles could be extended between Denton and Waco
Hours became days
We went months without talking even the shade started to fade
We both have put people on the bus
Passengers and Drivers of Broken Heart Anonymous
We like to pretend that it'll happen someday
Some way, one day right now is just a really long Sunday
Who knows if its a vacation
Since us has been vacated, others have tried to make accommodations
But some reason they dont fit
Some reason they dont get
Why they always become formers
My manifest destiny...
Los Angeles, eriCalifornia
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Sunday, December 19, 2010
For Jynine
Alone so for long, I wrote so many poems
So many sad songs, for girls so far so gone
Sung about my nightmares but never bout my dreams
But this right here, this ones for Jynine
I took too long, them other girls were scenes
You missed the Lion, but you’ll be for the fin
We first crossed paths in the Spring
I was on my way out, you were thinking of coming in
All you saw down @ Baylor
That I was some crazy Omega
This was your first scene
I never knew what you could bring
Bing, saw you when ya came down for orientation
I was there helping my self to the future sensations
That’s when we met eyes, which increased my temptation
I rushed home clicked add, and awaited the MS confirmation
Hell yea I found you, baby I was bound too
School was a month a way, my orbit you’d be around soon
I couldn’t wait, I wanted you now boo
Got the number, Tx summer, so we
Up up and away
Talked on the phone all night, texted each other all day
I never knew you steal every scene away
Hook
School started, the pool parted, but it became populated
All the fresh fish, had a nigga discombobulated
I knew I liked what I saw, but I still aint know you
That you was a really a woman, you still aint show boo
I had fell hard once, and recently had been tripped again
Tore love’s ligaments, wasn’t tryin to slip again
So I started to dip again….again….again….and again
I had a gotten away with it, before that year
I had gotten away from them, but not you dear
It seemed, people couldn’t speak my name with out yours
Like Me Rhyan, in 05 when I was in Martin 4th Floor
We came synonymous, like like and feeling
It was so uncommon that I liked that feeling
Even though haven’t yet made to duo
I know well never fall off like Pluto
Hook
Hi…Jy….I
Sorry for making you wait Jy…My
Feelings were always there even if I aint show em
Feelings were always there how didn’t you know know em
My….b, eautiful less than 3 <3
l…o…v……..e
Emoiticon, but nothing is robotic
This smiley has a body, and you put the heart inside it
Hook
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
So many sad songs, for girls so far so gone
Sung about my nightmares but never bout my dreams
But this right here, this ones for Jynine
I took too long, them other girls were scenes
You missed the Lion, but you’ll be for the fin
We first crossed paths in the Spring
I was on my way out, you were thinking of coming in
All you saw down @ Baylor
That I was some crazy Omega
This was your first scene
I never knew what you could bring
Bing, saw you when ya came down for orientation
I was there helping my self to the future sensations
That’s when we met eyes, which increased my temptation
I rushed home clicked add, and awaited the MS confirmation
Hell yea I found you, baby I was bound too
School was a month a way, my orbit you’d be around soon
I couldn’t wait, I wanted you now boo
Got the number, Tx summer, so we
Up up and away
Talked on the phone all night, texted each other all day
I never knew you steal every scene away
Hook
School started, the pool parted, but it became populated
All the fresh fish, had a nigga discombobulated
I knew I liked what I saw, but I still aint know you
That you was a really a woman, you still aint show boo
I had fell hard once, and recently had been tripped again
Tore love’s ligaments, wasn’t tryin to slip again
So I started to dip again….again….again….and again
I had a gotten away with it, before that year
I had gotten away from them, but not you dear
It seemed, people couldn’t speak my name with out yours
Like Me Rhyan, in 05 when I was in Martin 4th Floor
We came synonymous, like like and feeling
It was so uncommon that I liked that feeling
Even though haven’t yet made to duo
I know well never fall off like Pluto
Hook
Hi…Jy….I
Sorry for making you wait Jy…My
Feelings were always there even if I aint show em
Feelings were always there how didn’t you know know em
My….b, eautiful less than 3 <3
l…o…v……..e
Emoiticon, but nothing is robotic
This smiley has a body, and you put the heart inside it
Hook
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
NATURAL DISASTER
I am hip hop's petro
The oil is the ghetto
The beat is a Citgo-The central
Nevous system is angst and aggression
Thanks Mr. Reagen and thank the depression-Digestion
People's lives look inside its intestines
See Tyrone, Julio, Thien, and Preston
One hand on the the trigger, one hand on the figures
One hand on the liquor, one hand on the swisher
One hand on the wheel, one hand out the window
Four Fingers Down, to the world of hating ass niggas
One Foot in Jordans, One foot in gators
Both legs on the court, but two different spectators
Judge, jury defendant and bailiff
Coach, referee, fans and players
Eyes in the apartments, tears flood the pavement
Potholes are the pools and its such an odd placement
Cant no one swim, so when they drown there is noone to save them
Dreams and miracles are on time bill payments
Everyone wants a loaf but they fighting over crumbs
So they toast brains for grains, aint got enough for the crust of the bun
Son! Its son's are sons of sons
Sons of a Bitches and Son of a guns
Believe more in the son of sam then the son of Lamb
But best believe they hit they knees when He comes again
He used syringes to teeth when his teeth were coming in-Stumbling
First steps over pots and pans
Pails full of banking soda, crack rocks in its box of sand
Drop the hand Mr. DJ, scratch and fade
If you dont wanna wipe out then catch the wave
Hip Hops at high tide, yet still cresting and forming
So if you thought the storm was a problem
I'm a fucking Tsunami
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
The oil is the ghetto
The beat is a Citgo-The central
Nevous system is angst and aggression
Thanks Mr. Reagen and thank the depression-Digestion
People's lives look inside its intestines
See Tyrone, Julio, Thien, and Preston
One hand on the the trigger, one hand on the figures
One hand on the liquor, one hand on the swisher
One hand on the wheel, one hand out the window
Four Fingers Down, to the world of hating ass niggas
One Foot in Jordans, One foot in gators
Both legs on the court, but two different spectators
Judge, jury defendant and bailiff
Coach, referee, fans and players
Eyes in the apartments, tears flood the pavement
Potholes are the pools and its such an odd placement
Cant no one swim, so when they drown there is noone to save them
Dreams and miracles are on time bill payments
Everyone wants a loaf but they fighting over crumbs
So they toast brains for grains, aint got enough for the crust of the bun
Son! Its son's are sons of sons
Sons of a Bitches and Son of a guns
Believe more in the son of sam then the son of Lamb
But best believe they hit they knees when He comes again
He used syringes to teeth when his teeth were coming in-Stumbling
First steps over pots and pans
Pails full of banking soda, crack rocks in its box of sand
Drop the hand Mr. DJ, scratch and fade
If you dont wanna wipe out then catch the wave
Hip Hops at high tide, yet still cresting and forming
So if you thought the storm was a problem
I'm a fucking Tsunami
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Motel Man
The last thing that I need is more pussy....
But girl I need your pussy
I don't even see who you could be...
But girl I see your pussy
All I remember is the wake up, walk out, the check up
The waiting, the confirmation to serve who is next up
Text her, talk her, wine her, dine her
Treat her like a diner
Once I dine I next in line her
I'm fucked up
Psychologically, mentally and spiritually
So I do it medically, methamphetamine literally
I don't even think I'm here to me
I don't know what I am here to be
Raw dogging randoms is the only things that's clear to me
That's why I always do it with my eyes close
Once I get inside, I try to disappear to she
Y'all think I live fast, but I contest that I die slow
Physically...
Don't need heaven, when I got a harem
Hoes are home for a heathen,
My haven is a Days Inn
...till the my days end...
@TRPHIPPS
TRPOETRY
JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
But girl I need your pussy
I don't even see who you could be...
But girl I see your pussy
All I remember is the wake up, walk out, the check up
The waiting, the confirmation to serve who is next up
Text her, talk her, wine her, dine her
Treat her like a diner
Once I dine I next in line her
I'm fucked up
Psychologically, mentally and spiritually
So I do it medically, methamphetamine literally
I don't even think I'm here to me
I don't know what I am here to be
Raw dogging randoms is the only things that's clear to me
That's why I always do it with my eyes close
Once I get inside, I try to disappear to she
Y'all think I live fast, but I contest that I die slow
Physically...
Don't need heaven, when I got a harem
Hoes are home for a heathen,
My haven is a Days Inn
...till the my days end...
@TRPHIPPS
TRPOETRY
JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
Monday, November 22, 2010
Anchor (Free Write)
What you think I aint know?
You thought you had me fooled
With all the sex and food, you thought you had me fueled
But after my Ex I went green
So my power is solar
But you weren’t shining on me
Eclipsed my heart...it was over
I stayed mostly because I was afraid
For another disappointment
Seems me and love can never meet up
Just a bunch of missed appointments
Should I give my heart condolence?
Or keep taken these empty Trojans as consoling
Me and my conscious had a conference
You should have heard the all the mean comments
Thinking I should just give up
And be happy with empty boxes of condoms
But theses boxes of randoms
Belong @ the garage sale
My trash is someone's treasure
How ever they just garbage here
Maybe I am just seeing the mirage still
I do wear glasses
Am I victimized cuz I'm astigmaztized
Young Harry potter no magic
Lighting bolt, no voldermort
I am the answer to toms riddle
But I can’t kill my self
I’ve tried everything, swords to missiles
...you see they always do this
Try to play me and make me look foolish
Then I try to blame my self,
Cuz if something wasn’t wrong they wouldn’t do this
They add to my insecurity, but it’s not me
It’s them, it's them, it's them, it’s them
From Questioning to Confident
Every time I kiss these girls goodbye, I know I won’t miss them
Can’t be buoyant with a leak, cuz I'll pollute like an oil tanker
These hoes are air in my sails
But I got the current, so what I really need is an anchor
You thought you had me fooled
With all the sex and food, you thought you had me fueled
But after my Ex I went green
So my power is solar
But you weren’t shining on me
Eclipsed my heart...it was over
I stayed mostly because I was afraid
For another disappointment
Seems me and love can never meet up
Just a bunch of missed appointments
Should I give my heart condolence?
Or keep taken these empty Trojans as consoling
Me and my conscious had a conference
You should have heard the all the mean comments
Thinking I should just give up
And be happy with empty boxes of condoms
But theses boxes of randoms
Belong @ the garage sale
My trash is someone's treasure
How ever they just garbage here
Maybe I am just seeing the mirage still
I do wear glasses
Am I victimized cuz I'm astigmaztized
Young Harry potter no magic
Lighting bolt, no voldermort
I am the answer to toms riddle
But I can’t kill my self
I’ve tried everything, swords to missiles
...you see they always do this
Try to play me and make me look foolish
Then I try to blame my self,
Cuz if something wasn’t wrong they wouldn’t do this
They add to my insecurity, but it’s not me
It’s them, it's them, it's them, it’s them
From Questioning to Confident
Every time I kiss these girls goodbye, I know I won’t miss them
Can’t be buoyant with a leak, cuz I'll pollute like an oil tanker
These hoes are air in my sails
But I got the current, so what I really need is an anchor
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
You Don't Even Know My Name
I know you...
I know your name
I know how your eyes dance when the sunlight hits them @ the right angle
I know how when you smile, your left one is lower than your right
I know how your smile tilts to the left
I know you love the Jordan 3s in the original colors
I know you were a tomboy before college, so you still walk awkward in heels
I know you got a man
I know you it hard it was to go to a meeting after he slept with your neo
I know you wore sunglasses for weeks straight to cover up the tears and smugged mascara
I know you wanted to leave, but doubted you can find better
I know you want better
I know I'm better
But you dont know that...
You don't know I wait to see pass by everyday
You don't know that we got class in the same building, and I hold the door when you arrive and as you leave
You don't know that I slid you those notes in your bag, when you were too heartbroken to pay attention
You don't know that I hid that last pair of III's that no one could find, just for you when they released
You don't know that I would never treat you wrong
You don't know true happiness yet, because you don't know me
You don't know the color of my eyes
You don't know the sound of my voice
Hell...you don't even know my name
@TRPHIPPS
TRPOETRY
JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
I know your name
I know how your eyes dance when the sunlight hits them @ the right angle
I know how when you smile, your left one is lower than your right
I know how your smile tilts to the left
I know you love the Jordan 3s in the original colors
I know you were a tomboy before college, so you still walk awkward in heels
I know you got a man
I know you it hard it was to go to a meeting after he slept with your neo
I know you wore sunglasses for weeks straight to cover up the tears and smugged mascara
I know you wanted to leave, but doubted you can find better
I know you want better
I know I'm better
But you dont know that...
You don't know I wait to see pass by everyday
You don't know that we got class in the same building, and I hold the door when you arrive and as you leave
You don't know that I slid you those notes in your bag, when you were too heartbroken to pay attention
You don't know that I hid that last pair of III's that no one could find, just for you when they released
You don't know that I would never treat you wrong
You don't know true happiness yet, because you don't know me
You don't know the color of my eyes
You don't know the sound of my voice
Hell...you don't even know my name
@TRPHIPPS
TRPOETRY
JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
Fighting With God
I had a fight with God last night.
Condescendingly He glared at me, while I knocked back the last corner of Hennessey
As the last drop of liquid courage rolled into my bowels, I snapped!
I threw the bottle at God and lunged for him…through him
Towards the fully loaded glock laying oh so consolingly on my bed
Defiantly, I turned around, gun square to my temple, staring God straight in the eyes
Laughing as the milliseconds to my fall of freedom tocked
As I pulled the trigger, God grabbed my leg, pulling me towards Him
The bullet shot past my head into the wall; the gun sailed across the room
Anger surged through every cell!
I would not be denied this; after all He has denied me!
Each lunge for my last opportunity of happiness was futile
God knocked me away from it, it away from me
But this would be the last time!
With a deafening yell, I dove towards the gun, turned and aimed right at His heart…
And fired!-Without hesitation or consideration
With every shot that rang out, I cried more and more
Even if I wanted to let stop, I couldn’t!
The gun seemed to meld to my hands
And as the last shots echo dissipated, the smoking sword dropped
I couldn’t open my eyes and accept my actions
Although closed, they leaked like levees
I couldn’t even fall on my sword because all of the bullets were gone…
I dropped…Yet something, someone one caught me
Slowly opening my eyes to discover the witness of my crime, shock engulfed me
God was there holding me and I realized
It was him who was holding my hands to the gun
Ensuring every bullet was gone
And he whispered to me: “You can never leave me, For I will never leave you”
You see last night I had a fight with God
And I won! because you can never lose with God on your team
...Fight with Faith...
@TRPHIPPS
TRPOETRY
JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
Inspired by BMF Gospel Remix "Can't Shoot Through Jesus"
Condescendingly He glared at me, while I knocked back the last corner of Hennessey
As the last drop of liquid courage rolled into my bowels, I snapped!
I threw the bottle at God and lunged for him…through him
Towards the fully loaded glock laying oh so consolingly on my bed
Defiantly, I turned around, gun square to my temple, staring God straight in the eyes
Laughing as the milliseconds to my fall of freedom tocked
As I pulled the trigger, God grabbed my leg, pulling me towards Him
The bullet shot past my head into the wall; the gun sailed across the room
Anger surged through every cell!
I would not be denied this; after all He has denied me!
Each lunge for my last opportunity of happiness was futile
God knocked me away from it, it away from me
But this would be the last time!
With a deafening yell, I dove towards the gun, turned and aimed right at His heart…
And fired!-Without hesitation or consideration
With every shot that rang out, I cried more and more
Even if I wanted to let stop, I couldn’t!
The gun seemed to meld to my hands
And as the last shots echo dissipated, the smoking sword dropped
I couldn’t open my eyes and accept my actions
Although closed, they leaked like levees
I couldn’t even fall on my sword because all of the bullets were gone…
I dropped…Yet something, someone one caught me
Slowly opening my eyes to discover the witness of my crime, shock engulfed me
God was there holding me and I realized
It was him who was holding my hands to the gun
Ensuring every bullet was gone
And he whispered to me: “You can never leave me, For I will never leave you”
You see last night I had a fight with God
And I won! because you can never lose with God on your team
...Fight with Faith...
@TRPHIPPS
TRPOETRY
JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
Inspired by BMF Gospel Remix "Can't Shoot Through Jesus"
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