Titanic. (Freestyle)

 

Gigantic. I'm manic,
Atlantic, like the Titanic.
Why panic?
Not like you'll be in the attic,
or in the annex,
you didn't vanish,
these antics are so erratic,
but you love my Johnson
cos you know I'm Magic.

You talkin to me?
Let's talk about tragic.
Gremlin like Gizmo,
inspector gadget.
Get you lit,
wanna play with matches.
No press passes, just fat asses,
big butts, and tiggolbooties.
Take you on a date,
out to the movies.
Make those milks shake
sip on those smoothies.

Call me big poppa,
I'll get it juicy.
Tequila shots,
let's keep it boozy.
Buy you a Mickey,
let's get it Goofy.
I'm not Bill Cosby,
won't be no roofie.
Dr. Huxtable without
the Rudy.
Don't come for me,
cos I'm Judge Judy
Got some splainin to do,
you can call me Ricky,
& you be Lucy.

You can pick your nose,
but don't get choosy.
All tied up, so I say
this loosely, if you
act like Suzy, then
you're gonna lose me.
Come see the wizard,
we could get real woozy.
Heat it up, hot tub, or maybe
jacuzzi. Take you to the spa,
let you feel real bougie,
Discotheque, know I keep
you groovy.

Catch a flick, or watch
a movie, flick your bean,
or you could do me.
Got a problem with it?
Then why don't you sue me.
And until then, better keep
it cute, B.
Brand new to you,
but I'm the same old G.
Kasherintherye could kash you in the eye,
or you could cash me ousside.
How bout dat, I'll let you decide.
Going straight to the top,
maybe I'll let you ride.
At 3:14, get a slice of me,
cos I'm a pumpkin pie.
And if you're still confused,
then I'll set you loose.
Admit you lose,
get a new groove.
Give it to you straight,
no chase no lube,
find your place, & it's
safe to say, it aint the louvre,
this ain't it, sis, you're not a hit.
You can't touch this,
cos you are dismissed.

Warrior's Worth — A Poem on Love and Longing

 

Dear warrior,
while you weather storms
through wars waged
against your worth,
remember, you
have purpose,
and come from the
deep, cool Earth.

Although the sinister
& sly may have tried to
steal the innocence
of your smile, you remain;
stand your ground & stay,
you are so much more
than sorrow, although it
seems to be a stain.

And when malevolent
men manipulate through
tactics meant to intimidate
you cannot let them conjugate
you, for they could never capture
the courage that has made you.

For you were meant to soar,
do not let the rest clip
your wings to steal your flight.
Fly away, or fight, dear warrior–
they could never dim your light.

Madness — A Poem on Emotional Extremes

When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble, like the thunder, I crash, then clap, snap, crackle and POP against the still & silent night

I slip,
and spew, acidic ash,
then steal the stars right
out from the sky.
I scream, to shriek,
to prey on passersby.
I flash like lightning, with all
my might, I bite, so brightly,
fighting all the blessings in my life.

My ego roars awake, it
makes the ground shake, like
I'm an earthquake, leaving disaster
in its wake, determined
to bruise our beautiful land,
and dehydrate its lakes.
I climb higher, growing stronger—
making marks, and lasting longer.
A tsunami of me, that spares
no sinner, and saves no saint.

Unrelenting, unapologetic for the lives
I'd take. I throw a fit, and let it rip,
and tear apart entire towns.
A sonic boom that blasts and
razes cities, without a sound.
Voracious, when I vanish villages
in overflowing, rivers of venom.
Amplified by the acid that I spit,
ambivalent, as I annihilate the
aggregate with utter arrogance.

These idiots incite more incendiary
ill events, but ammunition-toting armies
of elephants I bring lay them out.
I am villified by my vindictive
variety of vengefulness, that
veers invernal; much
colder than the Arctic air, I
fester frostily, more frigid
than the least inhabitable
regions across the globe.

Going for the gold, I aim
for the throat, jab at the jugular
in jest, cos I am the GOAT.
Ravenous,and rabidly,
I revoke your rights,
Riotous, until you're ragged,
this undesirable ire
can be quite rancid.
It is the pinnacle of
my primeval, animalistic
anger; the apex of a counter-intuitive
need to cause harm and
create danger. Malignant, like
cancer cos it pretends to be
close to me, liks family
although it remains a
a stranger.

A trauma response to taking onmore terror than I could handle,      although I know that I should just          walk away.

Not every turn deserves another,                  I shouldn't bother by responding to every benign insult with a massive attack that creates more grieving mothers.

But somewhere between losing every battle and wreaking havoc by breaking war protocols in wrath, I seem to have forgotten to maintain my calm, and keep some semblance of decorum & class.

Born to break cycles, and chains, and built to outlast. Strong enough to survive, but too brittle not to blast. I persevere through my past, modest, I make waves without splash, an outcast because I contrast their forecasts and left 'em aghast. 

Fortune amassed, I'm too fast, enthusiastic iconoclast I lambast when I'm harassed, rewrote their rough drafts and thrashed through their ceilings. Smashed the system, unabashed, cashed bank drafts that rescued me like life rafts.