Thursday, June 2, 2011

My Click

I'm from Houston, Texas
I represent that screwed and chopped
But like the Screwed up click
I got screwed up quick.
Dj Screw may he rest in peace
Took music in a new direction
Slowing down the hussle
Piecing together the puzzle
Need to put my mind together
Cause I'm fading fast
Feignin for that purple haze
Leanin like it'll help me through the maze.
Like Keke I got a hardhead
Can't see whats right before me
You knew me
You don't know me
You see me but you don't see me.
Feel me?
I need 50 feet.
So let's take it way back
Farther than Lil O and back back
I'll hit you with that 8 Ball and knock the pictures off your wall
From Z-Ro to 60
In just a few milli
Chamillionaire
I got that Ultimate Victory
But no one to share it with.
Cause you see I'm MRs. 3-2.....1.
I take ambition over adversity
Tupac said it best
Right before he went into cardiac arrest.
Turn adversity into ambition
Now blossom into wealth
Believe in yourself
That's all you can do
Cause its the same thing a different day
That's what Trae would say.
But before I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the Lord who keeps my faith
Don't let me drown in my own despair
Keep my head up like my nose is bleedin
Stand up for love
And shut down the hate.
Or we'll all suffer the same fate.







Jessie J - Nobody's Perfect

Monday, February 7, 2011

Heart Shaped Boxes Tied With A Black Bow

Dreams will give you insight
To the psyche of your mind
Dark and twisted corners
Of the past you try to hide
Heart shaped boxes
Tied with a black bow
All wrapped nice and pretty
Hiding what's below
We neatly put away our fears
Incompetence and distance ourselves
Smiling through grotesque facades
Ignoring our misfortunes
One run sends the fabric unraveling
While were desperately trying to catch it
To stop it to cover it
To put duck tape over it
But every wound needs fresh air to heal
You can't suffocate it
And pray it will disappear
As much as we like to believe
Duck tape does not fix everything

Kellinator

My name is Kelly
I like peanut butter and jelly
I be jammin' on this mic
All grape no banana
You'd think I'd quit while I'm ahead
But I'm peelin' out with an orange dreamsicle on top of my head
Cream vanilla clouds underneath my feet
I be flyin' high no orange can crush me!

Thursday, December 2, 2010

So this is to you.
Where ever you are.
Look up at the night sky
Those clusters of dust, barely visible to the naked eye
Are dancing just for you.
I make the galaxies twirl and twinkle
The stars, the moon, and the milky way too.
They are bound to one another in a loving embrace
So that one day, we might take their place.

I bundle up in my sweats and pj's
Hair all a mess.
I drive til I reach water.
Still, placid.
I sit on the hood of my car
and look up at the stars.

Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might....

I know you're there.
Somewhere.
Standing outside.
Looking at the same stars. The same moon.
Making the same wish.

One day our worlds will collide.
That is the day that all of creation will stand still.
Everything will fall silent
As you take my hand.
And we'll dance.
Slow.
Twirling, twinkling.
With all the galaxies in our eyes.
There will be no need for space or time.
As long as you keep your hand in mine.

Until then, I will wish upon the stars and moon beams.
And this is to you.
Where ever you are.
Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.



Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Like A Circus

You're magical, majestical,
Mr. Egotistical
Your a one man circus
The ring master and the animals
You do your dance on the high wire
With no net below
You magically breath fire
And no one knows
Behind that careless facade
You're nothing more than a palm reader
Using smoke and mirrors to hide the inner you
Tell me my story young ingenue
And I'll show you a magic trick, too
Look deep into my eyes
As they turn from green to blue.
Smoldering, simmering, but shinning all for you
Let your defenses down
Let the audience enjoy the clowns
Give me that character of a lifetime
Give me that glimpse of sunshine
On your mind.
Show me the role you dare not play
The role that keeps the tigers caged.
You don't have to razzle dazzle me
No wowing spectrometry
I just want that real view
Of the real you
The lucid you the allusion of you
Join me in my acrobatics
My flight on the trapeze
My aerodynamics.
Flying at such immaculate heights
A dare-devil on the wings of a cannon shot.
One man wonder
Strong man underneath.
The bearded lady sighs
As Glitz and Glitter pass her by.
The herpes of the performing world
The dynamic duo turns and spins. Doing tricks.
I wave to the chimps and bow to the elephants
Cotton candy laughs with a soft but sticky rasp.
Take me to that land of a thousand wishes.
I wanna go there.
Take me there.
Where you'll take off the false pretenses
and let me see you
Not through camera lenses
Or kaleidoscopes, too.
But multiples of the real you.
Laying in the grass soaking up the sun
On the bank of a river admiring the view
Sunset clues
And sunrise dreams.
Ashes smoulder but the phoenix flew.
And all that is left is me and you.


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Miscommunication

I think I've come to realize something.
This proverbial dream is nothing.
What is to love?
And be loved?
Cory and Dapanga were meant for each other
Chuck and Blair, too.
But why is this always on tv,
never happening to you.
You can pour your heart out
Til you just want to jump and shout
But like the Little Match Girl
The match always burns out.
Flickering images of moments you hold so dear
Bring heartache and pain when that light turns out.
Loving with a fire red now its turning blue
until the mirror tells you the truth.
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Pieces of glass stick to your sole
As you walk across the burning sands.
Is it better to love and lose then never love at all?
Trace the lines across your hands
And see what your future demands.
Even what appears to be
That archetypal relationship
Cracks and shatters when no one is there to see.
The ones on Mount Olympus are thought to be at the highest peak
But I'll remind you, nothing is as it seems
It's Mount Everest that they seek.
So that begs the question, how deep is your love?
Is it love that we aim for or just that peak?
We pretend to be amicable people
We act, so to speak.
But you have to work from the ground up.
A tree with no roots is dead to me.
We like to skip that part.
Forget the pretenses and act our part.
Cause that tree is looking pretty bare to me
Or maybe that's just cause I'm looking up
Knowing that will never be me so I hardly speak
Where do they come from? All the lonely people
Wishing they could reach that peak
So again I'll ask, how deep is your love?
Cause if you take it apart
You might see that inversion
Like Homer and Bart
They seem like the same person.
Real talk
They're nothing alike
Especially when I say epic poet.
But that's part of the equation
Miscommunication.