Tuesday, April 12, 2005

some poetry, vol. 1

From time to time, I'll probably include some of my own, self-indulgent poetry. But, heck, why the heck not since i'm the only person reading this. by the way, this is all one poem despite the font changes (which i can't figure out for the life of me. again, ego-centric AND stupid!)

One Day We Shall All Be Free

We are slaves to captivity
In all reality we
Bite to bite
We
See to see
Maybe what could be
Maybe what is
Maybe to dream the dreams
That singers sing
But you live your life, I’ll live mine
In the meantime
We will spy
And despise what we each all have
What we each all ain’t

I intone in monotone
One day we shall all be free
While I’m smoking trees,
Cutting teeth,
Piercing holes
Into the darkest parts of me
Slowly I rise and sink back down again
If we can’t go far than there’s nowhere to go, men
Slowly I rise and sink back down again
If we can’t go far than there’s nowhere to go, men
If we can’t go far than there’s nowhere to go, men

I got stacks in my front pocket
But I’m restricted like a straight jacket
Like a fierce dog on a leash,
Like redd fox and gilligan on tv,
I’m sayin’ a lot but as sure as tomorrow I ain’t leavin’
I’m goin’ nowhere,
spittin lies that I
hide behind like
how you doin’
I’m doin’ fine
Why don’t we stop time and rewind
You and me, baby, we
in the place to be
Like wine and cheese
We was born to be
So how’s about a freak

In bondage to bonds men
They’re coming after me
Pickin’ all my locks, and
Like the SWAT on Cops
They’re runnin’ through my doors
no security buys me peace
sleep is a luxury I can’t afford
always on the run,
always runnin’ heat

I’m always in want,
I’m always in need
Like a dog in the summer in heat
Tearing down walls through claws,
through women like Jaws
Through hot nights under the Chi’s skyline
It’s too much more
too soon,
too fast,
too big to ignore
I choke on it,
like a dog on its bone
Like a palace that’s no home
Saddam in a spider-hole
And puff daddy with J-Lo
I intone in monotone,
One day we shall all be free
But in corners of my eyes I see
I ain’t smokin’ the trees,
The trees, they’s smoking me

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