Poetry

FEATURE

See I used to have to do with one piece…

What some couldn’t do with five…

And now it’s time for me to shine…

Best believe it’s gonna be live…

I used to visualize those, “sold out seats,”

Even if it was only in my mind…

And now those dreams have become reality…

GPS…you have arrived…

Continue to do your thing young poet

Oh best believe I know young poet

All those shark infested moats that we crossed young poet

Got us prepared for this very moment

See…I used to have to do with one piece

What some couldn’t do with five

And now it’s time for me to “feature”

Best believe it’s gonna be live

Those who tried to stop you…now they gotta watch you

Wondering, “Hey yo how did he survive?”

It’s like playing that Pac-Man video game in real life

Just…the turning of the time

Feature…that’s just a word to me

Because I FEATURE every time I speak!

That’s like me tutoring kids for 20 years

And ohh now you wanna call me a teacher?

It ain’t my fault that folk were, “Stevie Wonder”

“Blind to the ribbons in the sky”

But see…that’s all in the past though now KnightKrawler

So wipe that last tear from your eye

Plus you gotta make sure the tux is ready

Plus the cuff links…and the tie

And you gotta make sure them shoes are polished

Because you’re about to paint the town tonight

You got the prettiest woman on your arm

You are a sight to see alright

The cameras on you…

I hope you’re ready…

Mr. “I Don’t Need No Mic…’

And your skill is still sharp as daggers

That comes from all that practicing at night

When they all told you you were not good enough

You just smiled…and continued to write

Because one day…you knew you’d feature…

I’m soo proud of you young poet…

Well…that means alot coming from you, “young poet.”

All those shark infested moats that we crossed…young poet

Got us prepared for this very moment

See…I always had to do with one piece

What they still can’t do with five

But now I finally got my five

GPS…I have arrived…

And now…it’s time…for me to feature…

I WROTE A POEM

See I wrote a poem…

Dedicated to those who understand their accomplishments

In a world where…

Pats on the back are seldom

Participation awards are given away TOO freely

Nobody seems to care anymore

Where a simple, “I’m proud of you,” is too far and few

Where none of your peers to the left nor the right of you

Seem to want to move…yet you go on

Excuse me…were you waiting for an ovation of some sorts?

Maybe you need to learn how to clap for yourself you see?

I wrote a poem…

Dedicated to the misfits who never knew there words were worth their weight in gold

When all the while…

There lyrics were always laced in diamond

However…they never understood the value of worth

However YOU need to understand

It’s not the responsibility of another man or woman

To let you know exactly how important YOU are

That is very, very rare

Consider that a gift

Consider that DIVINE INTERVENTION

Consider that the type of person you want to be

Somebody else’s guardian angel

You remember how it was?

When you didn’t have an outlet?

Soo where was that electricity supposed to go?

Be the one you wish was there to clap for you

When those days were dark as night

When nobody understood you

Hell, you couldn’t even understand yourself you see?

See I wrote a poem…YES a poem

Dedicated to those who are just as thankful to be alive as me

Everyday is a page in your life book that turns

And far as I’m concerned

We’re still at the preface

We haven’t hit the introduction yet

We haven’t even hit the table of contents yet

So let’s more on

Let’s push pass those mountains in our past

Let’s “GhostBuster” those demons that lie deep, dark, into our past.

Is it a walk in the park?

“No.”

Is it easier said than done?

“Yes.”

Are you a quitter?

“Hell No.”

So step to it

You define your future and you are the author to your destiny

So you get to writing you young poet you

And make sure…that you finish…your poem…

MUTE

(This piece is simply inspiration that keeps me going every time I perform. One of my signature, “shotgun poems,” if you will. Hopefully this will be able to inspire others as well.)

I spit poetry to those that didn’t

Then later on…gave them a passion to recite

I spit poetry to children

That when older…inspired them to write

I spit poetry to the masses

Gave them my soul for just “one knight”

I spit poetry to the ignorant…only to receive their hate and spite

I spit to countless individuals

Sometimes the crowds turnout was “wack”

I remember when I spit to only two people

And the end of the world wouldn’t make them clap

I spit to people who couldn’t feel me

All they wanted to do was point and laugh

I spit to people who felt my words soo much…

They ain’t even have to clap

I spit to presidents of colleges and made them wonder

“Heyyo…who is that?”

I guess you should never judge a book by it’s cover

No matter red, nor white, nor black

I spit “poetry” to the “poets”

To show we share a kindred spirit

Even though we all walk different lives

Somehow we share connections

I spit to women…sharing my passion

And seen “a twinkle in they eyes”

I spit to women…sharing my passion

And seen disgust inside they eyes

I spit words to my brothers

I guess those words have torn them up inside

Some of my brothers have hated me soo much

They wish that I would die

I spit to crowds of those that envy me

I spit to those who show me sympathy

Sometimes…that’s all that’s needed for…

It only depends…upon the venue

On the Knight

On the evening

I spit soo much…it comes to question

When will I ever spit enough?

Because the applause’s are addicting

And ladies your snaps I can never get enough

I spit to enemies, to friends, to girls I lust

To girls I love

I spit alone sometimes for practice…getting ready for the audience

Sometimes my hand is shaking when I spit

I just don’t let the people notice

Sometimes I COMMAND MY TALENT when I spit

And the mic is UNIMPORTANT

I spit soo much it comes to question

When will I ever spit enough?

Because the applause’s are addicting

And ladies your snaps I can never get enough

Dead silence couldn’t stop me

I’ve spit to crowds that never liked me

The callous looks inside their eyes woke me from sleep

The stares could haunt me

Sometimes the theme I spit…

I guess the crowd they didn’t like

Next thing you know almost 12 years later

They STILL amplified

THEY DO NEED NO MIC!

So if you ask me…if anyone asks me

What would I do if a crowd does not applaud

….

There’s only one thing to do…

The only thing that’s fitting…

The only thing I’ll do…

Is to “keep on spitting.”

ANGEL TIPS

(This piece was written about a young woman who caught my eye when she was onstage reciting her poetry. I couldn’t see her clearly so I was inspired to write this.)

She moves her pen with elegance

She writes her words with style

I’m caught off guard by her finesse

Let me marvel for a while

I wager silk is no content

Although satin is her rival

Her touch it must be softer still

So I’ll marvel for a while

 

Although I can not see her face

It has to be divine

Perhaps she’ll greet me with a smile

So I’ll marvel at her…for just a while

SHADOWS

(A story about putting thoughts on paper.)

Maybe…I should write thoughts strong enough

To swallow up the sea

Beyond the realm where light is caught

Beyond the realm of me

The story is the same

Although so often still

This name may change

No matter what it’s called

A shadow is a shadow

A thought is just a thought

No matter what I’m thinking of

Creatures that dwell in lands above

Relinquish all thy might

Please save me from conspiracies

That nest inside the night

Visions of moon lighten trickery

Please summon all your power

In order for me just to exist

For one more fragment of an hour.