Mirror Me

Mirror me!

O believe that you've been ripped from the rib that was part of me
your next breath is mine as I inhale, so,
your lungs fills with life....
I plan to never exhale.

My eyes are embers, that burn for you.
Your eyes are, ebon-asiatic bold enough, never to disconnect
the resolute of your stare silently reassures,
That we are tested to withstand eternity in your gaze.     
So get up.

Oh Mirror, mirror me!

With change, this win came from within

The wind sang a new tune of a hero
From a rising sun,
the son of Cesars and Pharaohs.

A man with such a pride
The last lion. King.
No matter what defects, faces him
He proclaims! "He is him" and him is me 
I can't let obstacles and instability deface, defile, nor ridicule me
Its ironic my ego by default has been built as big as me

(the sun)

Have a daughter her name, Sierra Leonis

Oh stained mirror, mirror me!  

Soaked in espionage

Each word a blood drenched bullet.
Random stanzas are my magazine clip and I empty it
Tagets aquired,

to take down the states of man,
Now I'm realizing which mirages are mere realities
living outside the margins of reality.
To be in a run for presidency of the free word
we coined the term Artistry,

but vote for ourselves,

cause we honestly don't give two fingers about democracry. 

My minds stays busy the term "idle hands"
holds no prevalence because a pen is always to hold...

as:
My mistress - when I tell it to bend it does my will for me.

 

 

Oh Cracked Mirror, Mirror me!
Remember I used to be 3/5 of a man in an unusual land

now superman
and that's superior to man, but why not woman?

which is no good.
That ideology ingraved in us

metaphysically though the hierarchies:

The robe wearers and chain bearers

Modern history named them slave traders;
But when I know I can no longer leap over skyscrapers with a single bound...
Louis Lane would be there to hold me down
that's why I may be king by blood
..but she's my golden crown
Queen.


Oh Transparent mirror, mirror me!

I may be reckless

in saying I'm the best,
but look at who is...
Currently well rehearsed in verse
Only competition is, who was
And Shakespeare, move over
Be cautious for my lyric
Let your spirit become the rhythm
To the hymn
I sing in praise to God.
Godly these words are
Like oil slick
The Black to that Gold
Shakespeare wrote great plays that was only play
Socrates now can't touch me
Aristotle and every apostle
My apologies John Donne, I'm the new Don Juan
 Hammarabi's code, decoded and
Rosetta stone would be chiselled has my grave stone
 last line reads:
 Here lies true diction, satricial fiction, may he rest with the rest of the abstract living
I wish this to be existent, as non-fiction

Oh Mirror, mirror me.
It's been so long since my
reflection shone so.

UP ( Uncensored Poetry)

When I write I try to be on my best behavior

I can literally talk about anything and give it flavor

However,

by public demand, sensory and limitation are what build annotation

And tell us write according to who's who savior.

Well I'm to go into labor

Give birth

To something that act as a disclaimer

tales about the government, love, and religion,

Sexual preference, disease, and drugs, I can scribe scrolls about addictions.

Speaking publicly, being hetero sounds just as homo so I guess that why they created metro as to say in the middle. Medii to you!

 We're all anal-sexual, once in a lifetime attracted to some type of asshole

Just taking the literal, and giving the abstract point of views

Obviously these are made up as life goes because everyone knows...

God, just started to disrespect gays, Jews, rap, sex before marriage along with everything else
The church decrees don't agree with.

Thank you Fathers. Priests. Gods.
 

...

By the way every religion is Catholic to me

Christians, Jehovah's, Islamics Hindustan, and the hundred others all have the same faith I do.

Hard work gets you places and in the grand scheme.

But still, do as the Catholic do.

Artist are dangerous

The public glorify you

Your views

Your crafts

And that spreads what you do
while you humiliate and debase everything,

but Love...
but Admiration...
And Color.

To much shots are fired

The aim is directed at me 

I'd close my eyes and fire back blindly
probably not hitting a thing.
 We artist, disregard the wright,
protest feeling.

Unethically a Suitcase Sonnet

I'm sedated by the serum in your lips

Infatuated by the smile...of your hips

intrigued by intellectual conversation 

that I dumb down

Your brain commits; as you convince me why,

why I should love to see you smile.

Wait..reverse that

Let me, let you know, I'm worth a lot more than just some time.
(1.reverse that)
(2. stop the hands on your watch)
(3.contemplate that last line)

I helped rebuild a home and its not even my family

The soundtrack, if my life was a movie -
an idea worth considering a Grammy

You dissed loyalty when you tried to accuse, 

then the nerve to affiliate with the embodiment...

of misused

Oh believe that you've been ripped from the rib that was part of me

your next breath is mine as I inhale, so,

your lungs fills with life....

I plan to never exhale.

Toms and freckles.

Caged monsters in our souls, we name confusion

Death has been delivered but hell is long overdue...as we indulge

I can't scream so I whisper!... in hopes you're near to here.

Strain to hear please

My words are heavy, though dangerously intoxicating and carefully placed to please

I constantly search for the only lasting curve;

Smile.

When a door closed

Juxtapose...
When one opened

You and me

Jonesing..

Maybe I've been drinking a little to much, or not at all

that's only because I'm been thinking, a little to much

I dream:

The purple and green hues blanketing the mountains peaks

A log cabin in Arkansas

during the winter on a cliff isolated

This is where our first time would leave us elevated

The fireplace not the only source of heat as our bodies reach temperatures only hell should be

At the height of it you wriggle to the top of the bed

to uncover your head from under the sheets

at the same moment you squeal followed by a moan then a silent laugh

And then a mute squeak

I wanna go where there's more dreads and less weaves

More roads to travel but less streets.

Shallow mud puddles along with sparkling creeks

Brick roads and buildings

Scenery where first kisses are remembered 

Where stars blanket cities.

I want to look in the skies and witness hues crimson

The sunrise turns your honey brown eyes golden

(or)

Just wake up and make those things a reality

cause really I see you and I happily, 

holding hands, casually.

Walking somewhere, anywhere 

like down a street in a busy community of Florence Italy

laughing jubilantly about becoming intertwined in this frenzy 

because the locals are ordinarily friendly and us, loving 

every bit of the culture, the art, true beauty 

and you aside a Monet - two beauties;

Moni

only few ever see such scenery

Only comparison is God giving us sight thankfully, 

to wake from this dream to see you gazing at me.

This! I'm in love with,
This is life journey into unexpectancy
a leap of faith after a prayer
the only uncharted destiny.

Our Labor

You don't have a clue  

Like the first time you touched a rubix cube 

The rubric raised 

You want to be perfect?

Score a hundred then cube it. 

Visualize:

Emmett-sized being beaten Emmett-like victims 

The hopeless become strong only to victimize 

thus creating other victims 

It's the cycle created 

a play, manifested 

a few manage walk off stage

a few fall slave to the play

None of the characters live to see what life could of made.

From the beginning standards tried to alter our native

But artists accepted no alternative

We never compromised

Screaming just as our ancestors

In our voice is where our ancestors ideas lies 

Freedom

We embrace color

literally and metaphorically in massive amounts of magnitudes

We misuse rulers for measures

Pay no attention to the lines 

We painted on the outside

Of buildings where they distribute federal pensions

these same structure's create and stimulate financial prisons  

Because they raised the cost of living

while the dollar died 

Retirement at 65 so its a rat race is full 

old people trying to work for a few extra dollars 

Steady working nine to fives 

clock-in early

beg for overtime 

clock-out and die

for the sake of trying to maximize 

our net-worth. 

That's when society puts us in catalog categorized as not nearly alive

It happens somewhere right after a mid-life crisis

Everyday I'm alive I want to live

Every breath I take a I'm thankful to her

Cause I don't believe gods a man

However I believe that man made god in his image

to constitute the pillage 

We constantly hear stories of how people was raped and stripped from their villages 

What we fail to realize is these are currect events

repeating historical instances

I hate wearing stripes unless its my socks 

Red and white

Christmas for Christians 

The flag for politicians

they say religion and state doesn't mix

but settle instances and coincidences like this exist 

The Metropolis 

Full of politics 

For any black man

convicted without Cochran to back him

The judicial system push cock up in him 

Automatically assumed he's uneducated 

Prolific astigmatisms about negative cognition 

…Now the legal system

A visionary literary vigilant…

This isn't anywhere near finished.