Problem King
* PROBLEM KING * My Problem is, I don’t have a Problem being a Problem, And I didn’t Vote for Obama, My Candidate was my own Momma, Who wouldn’t let my Father end my life with a Condom, She said, If You
Category Archives: Message (Didactic)
A poem written to state a message or teach a body of knowledge.
Carla (feat. poem from Beyond Nursery Rhymes: Real Life Tales)
Carla I remember when I first saw her, I had prejudice written across my heart I had already formed an opinion about who she was And what she would be to me She didn’t’ even appear as all the rest, I ignored
The Smoke in your Eyes
The Smoke in Your Eyes… Sometimes I see the fumes, They cloud your eyes Something’s boiling upstairs You feel blocked off to me Your shoulder feels cold And the tension seems old But there it stays with you Sometimes I can’t tell
*YES*
* YES * With Thighs dipped in Dyes of Henna Design, Eyes of Black Kohl, like polished Rubies with Crystal Shine, Skin of Silk, Soul, and Satin, like Butterfly, Kisses on your Collarbones, Hickies on your Heart is enough to make your
Birth of Imani
* BIRTH OF IMANI * There’s a raging war at the banks of her forelock shores With lightning bolt storms, I want to pull her in with my arms She’s like a woman torn between the future and before She spills all
This journey…
This journey… Lately… I don’t know who shoes I’ve been wearing, Because this journey doesn’t feel like mine Each step I take seems to be a waste of time… Damn near going crazy… Feeling uninspired, and downright lazy Unmoved… nothing seems
WAR ON DRUGS
WAR ON DRUGS floetry by MaNGOD I’m on this Cosmic swirl, high on that Sherm at an outdoor concert; that’s where I met this four legged girl, took Me on this extraterrestrial whirl, simultaneously slurping her amrita and depositing godburger helper in
Melody of Maudlin
Melody of Maudlin weep anew, my eyes generously weep, as I yearn my younger days weep, or homesickness would kill me atop the ruins of a fallen civilization these were the days the carefree the Abundance of hope weep and cry where
No Rest in this Piece
NO REST IN THIS PIECE BY KACEY MOORE ©2018 By the time you are done with this piece You will find no rest in this piece So please stop! Do not read the rest of this piece This piece does not talk
Why I Spit
Why I spit? They say I have word play Naw I just let words play on white sheets and keyboards Like kids on playscapes Wild and free Raw like open wounds Waves of mental peroxide Pour it on, First, it foams
Cold World
Cold World… I’m not sure who I am today, I’ve seen variations of myself through other eyes And since it hasn’t been so wise, The other side of me I keep questioning myself about life, My desires for an enrichened mind, A
Silent Mourning (For Kalief Browder: May 25, 1993 – June 6, 2015)
Soon… Under the ancient Sun Over my transformed Son A man offering a benediction Born of malevolence Will say ceremoniously – “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…” Queuing the so-called Beginning to my end The end – marking the forever parting
Looking for a Calm
Looking for a Calm Every day I look for a calm that reaches outside of the norm, An inner haven of peace and nonresistance A solemn mode of contentment I’m in search of a tranquil existence, Where the outside nuisances can’t touch
Life is… Interesting!
Life is Interesting… In search for something that was greater than my now, I felt within a tugging at my heart that caused distress I knew that what I was feeling needed careful attention There in the back of my mind spoked
PURPOSE
PURPOSE Many may criticize what you do best Like a merciless agent of Lucifer they play rough They come wearing beautiful smiles forget of Queen Elizabeth Pretence ain’t just a word to them but a tool of work It is ridiculous how