If I be lame

If I be lame let it be
because I was true to me
and let this always be
cause I'm focused

One thing I realize
I'm a trendmaker hit maker
hit breaker headliner
caretaker of this soul
People say I'm lame

But of them I think the same
Average never can be great
Nor conformity ever original
Like going analog to digital

T.V. babies act better
than pop artist
and rap mongols
who flash a life they never had

Like puppets on a stage
they far from solid state
I'm a rock I'm a jock
I'm a hipster building stock

Rising value every hour
Business swagger
childhood glamor
buying squares not my share

Like a broke man rich
But lost his stamina
broke men look rich
in front of them cameras

Throwing up signs
with their hands
cursing more yo'
broken morales

Sagging pants baggy shirts
grown men wearing skirts
turnt up every night
tricked into a foolish life

Young man where's your pride
our civil leaders died
ancestors fought
that you be taught

You say you want equality
justice, freedom, and to honor thee
move beyond a life of sub-quality
step out and be the talk

Young woman where you stand?
quit chasing that no good man
a man lacking quality
is a boy full of poverty

Don't wait to have a family
trusting that no good man you see
invest in yourself queen
then you shall know your king

Young man respect your boundaries
don't cross a man through jealousy
watch your tongue and be wise
the advice to save your life

Young woman check yourself
stop complaining about someone else
find a gym keep yourself trim
Let beauty be your share

Understand children what lame is
being turnt up till you out of shape
smoking blunts up till you outta cake
bringing children into broken homes

Breaking hearts cause the love is gone
being cold, ruthless and heartless
wanting to be feared

If this is what you've become
if this is what you conform to
If this is what you are born into
and glorify

Each and every day
that way of living will kiss my behind
if this be what you are my friend
then you my friend is mighty blind

Respect doesn't come by fear
nor are those that fear ever loyal
those of this breed
aren't meant to survive
This is why they barely scrapping by

If I be lame
Let me do so with greatness
Let me do so with passion
And much dedication

If I be lame let it be
because I set a standard
I set my own trend
one that others will follow

If I be lame let it be
I dare to go where no man has gone
and do what no man has done before
cause I'm courageous

If I be lame let it be said
I never conformed
I lived life free
I lived life as it was meant to be
I lived life being me

If this is what being lame is
for me it's the way to be
cause I'm always better than you
at being me while you fail at being you

Wisdom in Idioms Part 5

An iceberg is large
till it’s shadow is seen
A word heard
But what does it mean

There can be no understanding
till there is mutual consent
yet a word in any season
has always a specific reason

A surface is hollow
Even when only knee deep
but carry me to the root
and I’ll show you substance

Every rain brings new life
Like the day and night
even trials begin the path
that leads to every victory

Scurry around hither
till you are weary with fatigue
then grow old and retire the league
to lay with the wooden laced hickory

By then forever six feet deep
many gather round but all came to weep
this one night forever keeps
never again to wake from eternal sleep

Can this be for one to have no recollection
In the womb memory has no connection
Who knows their first memory ever had
eternity sits in our hearts affection

 
To think in death is to think at birth
Do we remember either time on earth?
Can we know the future or relive the past
Even what was only temporary last

Fall from Glory

A little ghost goes to the store
To buy a block of cheese and loaf bread
O’Lakes sandwich spread
Deep inside he knew he had no place
To store the substance that suite his taste

Faceless he stood in disbelief
While the owner rushed the police
Viciously he glared a look that quickly turned to a stare
Today was his day soon he’d learn the meaning of despair

Hopeless without a place to rest his head
He took a few steps then out the door he ran
Faster and faster he stopped not to catch his breath
But to catch the breath of the one whom he’d just left

Empty shell he was
A criminal he wasn’t
An outsider he became
To society they’re all one in the same

Now the ghost finally saw his face
In the world he’d always had a place
Like the cheese the bread and O’Lakes spread
He would be treated as a commodity
A bounty with seventy-fold figures on his head

A price so rich bound seamlessly in thread
A fabricated story turned to everyone’s glory
Unfortunately this is not true of the ghost that fell from glory

The figure that was feared no longer is he revered
Who then is not haunted except the one with extra ears?
Who shall hear his story the story of him falling from glory?

The poor ghost pleaded his case the city gone array
The air filled with words of pity melted into sorrow
But the town yelled “you we won’t spare into tomorrow”

Capital crime lay the life which he sought to keep
But it wasn’t his that he wanted to be put to sleep
Who then should hear his story
of the ghost who fell from glory?

Had he knew what we would come to know
That at birth he was dead on arrival
Like the owner who of the store
When the paramedics came dead on arrival

Who then committed the crime so high
To take a life and let the souls of many die?
If we look yes society we can blame
And of the ghost we can say the same

In two nights it was two deaths that came
The death of a body the death of a soul
Now the man’s life is void leaving a hole
A hole ripped through time and space

Peeking eyes ripping into his soul
Grieving society exposing it’s hole
Who knows maybe if society treated the ghost
Not as commodity though prodigy he lived modestly

Seeking honesty an honest way of living
Who became a villain captivated in the minds
Of those whose lives weren’t as fulfilling
It is a chilling tell one brought out and born of hell

A willing spell brought for show and tell
A sad and tragic story for sure to sell
But who would peek into his life
And know behind he left a wife

Three kids on a lonely flight
Taken away before he kissed his kids goodnight
Fatherless they cry in tears missing his glorious years

Though a block of cheese and a loaf though they had
O’Lakes spread could not erase their sad
No these kids they missed their dad

But deep inside his missed his place
To a family that he suited their taste
Full of substance he had a place
But now this tragic memory
Can never be erased

Fat I

Fat I
I need to lose weight
you need to gain
let's do an even exchange
I'm tired of taking two seats on a plane

Being someone else's umbrella in the rain
I'm tired on crossing the street
just to get something to eat
riding a bike to get a Klondike

I'm tired of eating burgers
till my knees weak
can't speak rapid heartbeat
should have never order that triple meat

When I die I'mma need a world
of pallbearers and tall fellas
who can carry me to my resting place

A sinkhole by the golden arc

so in death I can eat better than pop tart
I run and I'm out of breath
I smile and I'm full of sweat

Food has become my enemy

but you know what they say
"Keep your friends close and
your enemies closer"
so I'll never push that plate away

It can be my enemy everyday
I need a coat? I think not
just wrap my coat around and gloat
even in water I float like I'm on a bed

Do I swim..no son I just ride ride the waves
hoping to catch a breeze for days
till I arrive at my Caribbean stay
tarry me my dear

Bring me fruits and veggies

a kid's portion please
I need room for my appetizers
you know the Chilli cheese fries

and the chicken pot pie

The savory smoked hickory bacon torrent
slimmed down with the mozzarella curds
oh fried Oreos on a stick

put some doughnut glaze on that please

For it shall be my main steeze
keep the napkins and the tray
I'll just use my fingers

never shall these appetizers find rest

Oh wait I got lost on the menu
FULL SIZED ENTREES FOR TWO?
now I'm really in love with you.

Twenty dollars?

How could I resist?

Even if a did it'd only be 

a few breaths

for I am fat I

I love me

I am fat I

One of me is not enough

so I ate till I plumped

to make of me a double portion

all smothered in my love

With a gravy train of confidence

see me take a selfie in the gym
and photoshop me head
Instagram it pound
Hash tag I diet on bread

Fat Tuesday pllleezzee
I'm fat everday jeeze

a salad is just a tease

I create lines at a buffet

with my ego served on a platter

It's fat I

thick and brim

it's fat I
with a kid's cuisine

Wisdom in idioms part 3

The sower does sow season come they go
the ground bares forth much fruit
but not every apple produced from good seed
some apples grew green with lush

The joy granny gave them was good luck
to their years all the jokes and grandeur
Granny would gladly trade their tears
she would hold them tight

Tuck them in at night and safely kissed them goodbye
night after night Granny would her mind on the green she would say
they could never leave her sight no not with her might
the apples grew and they grew and one day became spoiled

Poor granny now she sees the meaning of spoiled goods
for she kept and dressed the greens
thinking that their growth would lead to eternal means
even if she never intended to take just one bite
she still lost her fortune in just one night

Lush the greens are no more
rotten and brown they draw death and decay
some grew red and blushed
like Washington they embraced their new freedom
after all they wrote their own destines

No one would tell them they weren't deliciously red
hey not even Johnathan could care to their handsomeness
Fuji tried but fell short of the red
with a hint a green it could not grow fully red

And thus never shall it see vanity for it is imperfect
so the reds continued day after day
till it came to the night
Santa dropped in for just a bite of cookie
finding none he noticed his belly quite large
and figured a red apple would bargain
and a bite he took to satisfy his sweet tooth

Little did Santa know that one bite created a sore
that to help rot the core
now the red slowly decayed
from red brown now its shriveled skin frowned

The red had seen its day in fact many days
but this last night the red had seen a new light for what life is worth
others grew yellow out of fear

How would they remain so golden every year?
in a world so cold full of hate this too they propagated
pondering and pondering careful they remained
lest they trip up and find themselves not golden
for this they found themselves in a peculiar spot
you know almost like a traffic light

They weren't green so they were not moving fast
Neither were they red so they sat not at the light in the day to day routines
Instead they were cautious looking both ways
coming to a stop when they need too
and going forward if they were beyond the point of no return

They were golden because they had found balance in their lives
though fearful of losing their golden nature
they became ever careful never to make a mistake
even better they didn't have to worry about decaying
cause even when they turn to bronze and rust

They would not be drifiting too far from their original color
and thus though sadly when time passed
and they afternoon came these golden apples
where getting weary of their days labor
They saw not themselves rotting
because the seeds they would sow
would produce much golden fruit!

Copy-cat

Copy-cat you read my stat

And copied that

You old copy cat

Ole snake in the grass

“OMG look at me”

Hash-tag (#) pound

Boom selfie

throwing cash I’m wealthy

Just got off work

Yet I can’t pay my bills

Cell phone behind

But that’s okay

Next month

Add my new number to your book

Like my new picture on Facebook

Catch my tweets on the dead-beats

Listen to me complain every day of the week

“Breaking Bad?” yes it’s a fab

But I missed last week’s episode

Now I’m mad

Filter your status cause OMG

I have yet to catch up on my

“Breaking Bad” habit

Silly rabbit tricks are for kids

And books for adults

I don’t read cause I’m in school

Instagram me at a club

Turned up till three

I wish my teacher would look at me

Annoying little prick

How dare she pick on me?

I hate this class, and she trippin with my grade

The work is hard don’t she understand

I had my phone under my desk texting my best friend

Cause her class is too bored and I’m on 10?

Am I right or nah?

Nah…see my pictures

My rambunctious questions

Like how I made status

Even hashtag “or Nah”

I’m a celebrity cause of the many likes

No one knows of me

So I boast my might

See I told you many look up to me!

I’m better than everybody

my wisdom is unique

disagree with me and I pity the fool

flow with me and I declare you cool

Before social media

Internet was for the intellectual

Now it’s a place of the ineffectual

This generation that we live in

Lost respect and common decent livin

Naked pictures on my wall

Middle fingers wall

Butchered language on my wall

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who's the pettiest of them all?

It’s like asking at a grave site how many lay there dead

All of them!

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who's the most important of them all

The unheard of, ya know

Like the folks out there in the fields

Risking their lives so you don’t live in fear

And those not afraid to fight poverty at it’s door step

Those who are called every name unimaginable fighting

Cause they fight for Civil Rights

Picture this – no one cares what you did last night

Posting pictures of Hennessey?  You should be their marketer

You and your many twins

But they’ll never hire you

You might not show up to work

Why cause you’d turnt up last night

You look good upon your peers

But they ain’t paying you

Good luck with finding a life

Cause the social one you living

Aint half the truth

And your importance….uh..yeah right!

An old man on a bench

An old man on a bench

Settled down by the tree

Where the river and the forest

Waited just by the sea

With a paper in his hand

He read all he can

With a copper and a license

He’d by himself a rifle

Yes indeed this is not a typo

But the voice did tremble

When the old man hollered at me

Saying son “thought you were wise

But I’ll give you brand new eyes

Don’t live your life like me

Now old and full of regrets

While I chased those pretty brunettes

Instead smell the flowers while they stare

And captivate your breath blowing through the air

Don’t spend every dollar

Cause unemployment may come holla

Live a life well spent

Rapture every moment

Hell bent be content

Understand these very eyes

Take a look into my soul

Don’t your eyes see the hole?

My life hasn’t paid its rent

An eviction notice nature has sent

Does not the bench carry my weight?

Mines eyes the sorrow?

My breath reeks of whisky

 my heart dinged of filthy

No amount of wealth can take this sorrow away

I’m poor man though my wallet’s full

I’m a Hollywood star, a harlot’s fool

If only I’d dream of staying in school

I’m a basket case

Shadow of my former glory

The opposite of an underdog story

If you’d wish to copy this

You beg solemn wish

Don’t worry my son

My life second to none

Like you I saw stars

Dreamed of colonizing Mars

Being the first man in every flick

Cop all the hot cliques

A cliché rather D-Day

When thee day came

And all I had went away

The wife I had left one may

Never looked back until this day

Till this day I dreamed of no other

Words I once told her mother

She’d though her daughter was my prize

Till D-Day came and that hope died

Keep all this in mind young fella

When you marry be ready for that stella

And she be ready for you

Avoid divorce at all cost

D-day today I never wish for you

To experience the pain upon separating too

D-Day is a pain cutting through

The health of the soul...leaving this hole”

The BBD

There was once a hall monitor

Who was often called the BBD

He was infamous among many students

As he gave detentions for no reason

What did you ask?

Yes I did encounter the BBD

In fact it wasn’t pleasant indeed

It all began my sophomore year

I happened to be in the hall

Waiting to go home in my dad’s car

Tired of waiting I had opened my mouth

For a yarn

But out of the mouth of another student

Came a phrase that summoned the BBD

Suddenly a cool damning mist filled the hall

And out of the door leading to the basement

Leaped the BBP

Boy I tell you I’ve never seen anyone leap so swiftly

Within seconds he had grasped my arm

With the strength of a man trying to strangle a bear

By then my expression had said it all

I regret being down that hall

Trembling with fear

Deeply deprived of my cheer

I let out a shrieking gasp

That’s when a voice

As the sound of death itself

Proceeded out the mouth of

This vile being spewing evil accusations against me

Till this day I have no clue what the creature meant

Though he seemed badly disturbed

However he did live up to the rumor of being

A rude hall monitor second to none

A pointless servant getting paid

To slaughter the academic integrity

Of all students younger than he

“Detention!" he yelled

“It wasn’t me" I quelled

“You liar” he stated

“I’m an innocent man” I debated

“It was someone other than me”

“Alright, I’ll let you go this time”

But before I do, I’ll leave you with one last line

“Don’t mess with me cause I’m the BBD!”

Till this day I’ll never walk that school hall

For there may be some naïve student

Not knowing any better that may sound the call

Of the BBD next time I stroll down that hall

Keep your eyes on the sky

Keep your eyes on the sky
Heavens the limit
the spoils the prize
Don’t look down

Or you may lose your crown
You’re a champ in and out
Don’t worry about the crowd
Nor their noisy sound

Haters watch from the sidelines
Wishing you’d be dead
Cause they’re vision own is dead
They dreamed dreams that never were

You ascent burns their heart with envy
So they plot and glean
Watching at all hours
desiring your sheen

But see you’re so high
A reflection of the sun in the sky
So they try to belittle you
But don’t look down

Lest you dare wish to see
How small they really are
The problem is they can never be you
So they dream of defeating you

By mistreating you
They’d hoped to put a retreat in you
Not realizing the champ buried beneath the sand
They try to make you out as nothing

Though nothing they really are
All they have is an ego that lies
Full of false pride
a vanity so thin it breaks with the wind

But keep your eyes on the sky
Heavens the limit
the spoils the prize
Don’t look down

Know your ascent is full of
perfection and grace
with a twinkle in your eye
keep smiling enjoy your spoil
as they curse you from the depths of the soil