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the underbelly of something
the blood coursing thru veins
the sun squatting just before
the billowing morning flags
over the people


the faded edges
of forgotten places

the waters once were

the empty room with filled ashtrays

“Gauloise Blue,” Robert Motherwell


with envy

on the other side
it is


a child’s sun

dry land

being called coward
the face of the old
a submarine to look for


clubs    behind eyes
spades    prospects
hearts    without
beautiful    you

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Starvation makes you beautiful.
Makes you fit and petite.
These pills can make you look wonderful.
Just take two five times a week.
Soon we’ll all look identical
To that beauty of the week.
Our bodies will look wonderful.
But internally their weak.
Our clothes will fit remarkable.
Our lifestyle will be sheik.
We’ll all live off of beautiful.
We won’t even have to think.
We’ll outcast all the hesitant.
Who make their live unique
Who fail to fix their imperfections.
And chisel their physique.
This world must be uniformed.
The same face we all must own.
For if you don’t look like me,
How will you be known?

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When Im Gone

So I live Like Theres No tomorrow, and I smile everyday,
Cause if i dont smile who will brighting up my day,
I hide the pain and I stand tall,
Cuz Real woman never break down and fall,
Even through the worst times I’ll always know, That when its my turn to go, every1 will miss me, I dont want ppl to cry about me being gone i want them to smile and remember that i was here, and I was a great Soul…

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pray to God
I’m a worthy opponent
Forget the future
Stay focused on the moment
What am I to do
My back against the wall
Am I gonna fall
Ah hell naw!
I?ma fight hard
Harder than before
Get’em in my clinch
Take’em to the floor
Make’em fight my fight
That’s what I’ma do
Get some get right
Choke’em till they blue

Look’em in his eye
Hear his soul cry
He don’t wanna die
Neither do I
Someone gotta go
We both can’t stay
So here we fuck’n go
We fight’n for the day
So let the blows rain
Aim’n for the brain
If he swerve’n out his lane
And he can’t maintain
I?ma make’em pay
And seize the day
Why’s it gotta be
Be this way
Why we gotta fight
Is what they say
I don’t make the rules
But I know how to play
And play I shall, shall I say
Fuck’n with me
Will limit your days

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Just because it?s different, don?t make it carry the burden of better or worse,
Just be grateful that you got it, and store it up in your knowledge purse,
Thank God for the powers, store?em up and disperse,
For every sweet there?s a sour, for every blessing a curse,
Get better or worse, quench hunger or thirst, learn to balance action and rest if you wish to be first, and if you wish to be first, then learn to be last, and remember that shining stars always burn themselves to ash, for nothing lasts forever, except ?Forever?, and nothing should never be said except for ?never?, life?s a risk, so take a chance, do the twist, make a dance,
Keep strong, live long, return to the source
Wisdom so familiar like, ?Oh of course?,
Be smart, have heart, hone you intuition
To hell with circumstances overcome you?re disposition
Listen, I?m hiss?n, it?s truth you can?t be miss?n, it?s all inside purify and watch it glisten, ?Seek first the kingdom of God, and everything else will be given unto you?, and if you steal you get robbed, for others cries should never be fun to you, I run to you, arms opening wide, you smile and gesture, then brush me aside, I cried, the ocean that day, salty and wet, exhausted I lay, deep inside a part of me died, but I can move on cuz I know I tried, I?m chase?n my destiny it?s try?n to hide, life?s a journey, and a hell of a ride, trust my intuition, in myself confide, all I heard was the truth even though he lied, my deciphering skills may prevent some kills, small glimpses of the future give my mind a thrill, he?ll, never do the same you can?t predict a bull, bull, I don?t believe you, how can my only choice be to carry you or leave you?, I need you, so I feed you, then build you up and lead you, I can read you, you?re a book upon these eyes, if you look upon these eyes, you will know that souls rise, and I?s be me, until the death of me, and I?m to see, yet the best of me, I?m try?n to leave, out the rest of me, but my heart it bleeds, out this bloody ink, I stop to think

If I sleep tonight, I?ma wake refreshed, and if I live I might, just die another death, unless, I get out alive O, this is what I strive fo, live?n do or die no, give another trial, you is in denial, have been for awhile, time to change your style, update your file, I?ll, help if I can do so, a friend is really useful, a friend is really useful, so help if you can do so
Some things are best take?n to the grave, discipline your tongue, make it behave, are you a slave to yourself? or king of your domain? Do you study and rejoice? Or do you work in vain?
I?m the Paradox Prophet, wanna get rich without profit? If your hooked on the norm, I can help you get off it, flowing water never grows stale, the first step to success is to fail, still waters run deep, joys of life are free, but don?t come cheap, sleep is to the body, what death is to the soul, restful rejuvenation, peace is the goal, forever changing the way, call to the wise men, drink what they have to say, think what they have to pray, God?s children are poor because the blessed have a price to pay, words are powerful, so speak and be strong, use?em to build so that strength will live on, come on, join our battle, share in our glory, I sit, coil, and rattle, and face what?s before me, and before me there were, many greats from the past, who mapped out their journey, so I could travel fast, alas! New found land, the eye in my mind, is speaking through my hand, and, what it?s say?n can?t be denied, truth be told, it gets me high, to read the rhymes, that I write, they came to me like angels in the night

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The GREATest challenge to discovery is not IGNORANCE but rather the ILLUSION of KNOWLEDGE. Remember WE don’t know it ALL

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A man fallen from the edge of humanity. A speck in the food chain that’s too small to feed the smallest of mice or the petites of birds. A man left in mere nothingness, but surrounded by everything.

The mail man smiles and gives him a nod as he stuffs his box with more unplayable bills. The interest rates seem to eat at any payment he tries to make and the late charges are the venom that kills hope, kills progress. Sometimes he wonders how he got in this financial debt. How he found himself in this lake of bills and low credit scores. He thinks back on the purchases. The swipe of the card and that mental plan he made to pay it off. The self accountant, rounding up his expected pay stubs in his head and determining the pay off date.

The plan seemed solid until another swipe and another swipe made the plan a little more complicated but still manageable. The whisper of no interest for eighteen months brought in another fiasco. His home became false stated with all these lavish gifts.

He thinks deeper and catches the repetition. He has seen this before, practically all his life he lived in false wealth. An illusion his mother started as far as he could remember. He watched her, infatuated with her material things. Always living lavish ignoring the telephone as it rang off the hook with the bill collectors calls.

A home full of items she truly did not need. Four TV’s, three lap tops, enough gym equipment to open a Bally’s, DVD players, CD players, mp3 players, video game systems. Things she never used but always claimed she needed. The telephone continued to ring. Not becoming silenced until the nine o’clock dead line. He use to look at her, pay check to pay check, that was a life he was going to avoid, a life he looked down on. But many years later, as he sits on the porch of a house in foreclosure, watching as the repo men remove that 52″ inch TV. He takes a deep breath, and suddenly the phone rings.

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I no longer need to speak to you
When a nod will do.

This is a paring down to essentials.
Now the air between us is charged with a relaxed fervor.

I no longer have to touch you
Constantly like the collector who

Holds a possession that holds him.
When a spark brings a flame

I will pretend a little goes a long way.
I am applying for a position here,

Accept this kindling.
Hire me.

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you surface
like the returning
soft & beautiful
out of your dreams

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It was hard for her to take care of herself.

There was no drive
No passion for herself.

Her drive
Her passion was
Driven towards life
Driven towards death

Her annoyance towards the nagging
To become part of something greater
Pulsated through her rapidly

She had to push the noise out
She had to push the feelings out

She realized that the cards she had in her hand
Was a full house
And this house was full of madness
Full of greatness
Full of uncertainty
Full of patience

Jessica Reynolds “Patience” copyright 2009

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