Angel Wings

Dedicate this to catharsis....

Have you ever seen an angel who cut both her wings off with her own hands?
So damned, mad at God cuz she figured out the bearded old man’s whole plan
She fell to live amongst man, around the time when I was lost believing nothin’
Lost and in need of lovin’, lost in my mother’s regular topic of discussion
“Lowlife”, “deadbeat” all for pursuing a form of art instead of a degree
So I decree, I’m never gonna stop and I’m making that into a creed
Mama, please forgive me cuz I’m gonna put my dream in an animation state
So suspended, you’d swear they were striking at Disney, competition please forgive me
Cuz if you try to get in my way then I’m chopping you down to mince meat
God please forgive me, I’m hoping one day you’ll finally be able to kiss me
See, I’m thinking of callin it quits, the hole in my heart has become a bottomless pit
Lost in a kiss and harmin’ its lips, caught in a fit in a garden of cists
But a Rombough once said that my art didn’t define me, I define my art
And I took that line to heart, in a rat race amongst all the lions and sharks
Where my demise is imminent, televised live on internet tellin’ lies
Of a little kid, I made this bed but I won’t lie, I’ll swim in it
Carving a crown of thorns into my own chest to remember how love aches
Sittin’ in a levee making mud cakes chanting “Someone release the flood gates!”
Cuz down here we all float, doctor or bum, don’t matter, we all drown the same way
And ultimately, in the end, we’re all slowly rushing towards the same fate
Save grace or save face, you can’t do both lose hope cuz we’re all living for the next day
A pawn facing a king can only be found in a chess game and it gets lame
Living for the city, I’ll be the first to admit, it gets sorta silly
When you find that I did all of this to get my slice of pie with expired filling
Cuz I don’t need to own a treasured whip, all I need is a clever quip
And I’ll treasure this equipped with metal fists, revel this cuz the pebble fits
Despite popular belief, this isn’t a poem about following your dreams
It’s more about how you maintain it when it starts to come apart at the seams
Trying to kiss an angel but it might be fatal, stealing light from her halo
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Cement Shoes

Really don't know what to say about this one, I basically just let my emotions guide the pen. It should come with no surprise though, seeing how there's a heavy emphasis on emotions in this poem. Watch me dance with cement shoes on!

Tell em they can’t walk in my shoes cuz my souls are worn out living in a present past

Training myself to put my worst foot forward first so I can save the best for last

An impressive cat that learned early on in life never to resent its laps

And to this day the lesson last see I have this tendency to talk first & listen last

A motor mouth who soldiered out, living in his motor house

Trying to sort it out, I thought it out still missing what it’s all about

Missing what it’s all about so tell those two self righteous poets, I don’t need them to like me

So they can go to Hell cuz I’ve been there & back & that’s where I learned to be young & feisty

And how I learned to spit with a thirst so raw that it can’t be quenched with just any iced tea

So tell God to Skype me unless I’m crazy and I very well just might be

Tell those two self righteous poets that we never needed to be friends

Cuz when you lost it you find better company with the voices in your head

But they’ll remain nameless cuz I could talk so much s*** but my stomach would get upset

Then to win it back, I’d have to apologise for all the mean things I said

With my knees on the gravel, I’ll grovel to Gravol, still pass the paper

Cuz ever since I dropped out, this rascal’s major has been to draft a paper

That’ll historically rival Pascal’s wager but the future has more to see

And with zero potency, I’ll try to live on through my emo poetry

Singing my heart break to my crush like 

You be the princess,

I’ll be your monster

Have you met your prince yet? 
Could he be your martyr? 
I bet he ain’t artistic

Aimlessly I’ll wander, 
I wanna taste your lipstick
Instead I’m left with heart hurt

But she’ll turn away cuz I’m not much of a singer, still I’m singing harder

Till my tonsils sore, the Child’s missing the good old days of the console wars

If only Sega knew, if only Sega knew exactly what’s in store

But alas, we’re both obsolete, two 16 bit souls in a Black Ops age

And from what I hear, PlayStation’s all the rage I fall from grace, far from safe

So I draw blood to draw guns to draw love on a pad armed with crayons

The day’s long, feeling right at home with the blues & the paper I create on

My feelings are right at home, the resent, the reject, & my personal lament

Tell em they can’t walk in my shoes cuz these shoes are custom made of cement

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Bizarro: The Window to my Sanity

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I’m selfish, helpless but not helpless as in I’m helpless but helpless as in I’ll help less

But not like the less fortunate but more like the less morbidded who forfeited

‘Cause as the old sane goes, there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbows

So in my stained clothes, I’ll walk the trail of old staples till I’m lost & hateful

Hate full of shit & amiss amidst the mist, the myth? Don’t exist like world peace

A wish to hold peace, enlist to hold piece when it’s found in a cold leaf

Apathetic but not like I’m emotionally apathetic

But more like I’m a pathetic ‘cause I’m last to get it, passed aggressive

But it’s not like I’m passed aggression but more like I’m passive aggressive

Masking the pensive as the masses condenses & asks the questions of who has the blessings?

See, I’m selfish but not like I’m self less but more like one day I’ll know what self is

The investments of lessons, the best fit is always government tested

Damn, I think I need help! But it’s okay see I got the recipe for all the sorrow

My shadow gets the best of me the rest of me is for a brighter tomorrow

An offering to the sun as I slow dance with a lit wick bomb but its official

See I never could dance, unless I was brought a couple of issues

Insomniac, listening to his kitchen sink tell his faucet “I’ll tap that” & you know what?

I’ll tap that with a bad back over a laugh track see I ain’t above or passed that!

Reaping what these hands sow, someone tell these seedlings that this landlord is an ***hole!

Needing his sample & fleeing from his damned soul but knot from the lasso!

Someone call Wonder Woman ‘cause I’m more than strange in a morbid way

And its sorta lame living life for my Lois Lane but you’ll get no complaints

‘Cause everyone needs a villain in their story, please allow me to be yours

What’s Sherlock without Moriarty, Superman without Lex? I think I’m on the right course

And of course, having my heart beat me up so I use my muscle tissue to wipe my eyes

On those nights I cry but Christ, I try, tell Christ I try! To Heaven’s heights I fly

With the intent of giving them the failed tunes of Hell’s blues watching as the trail loops

Building my castle out of Lego while telling my folks how I’ll fly their coop

Killing my notebook, watch me leave the scene of the crime with ink stained hands

I think I saved man see I brought em back from the brink of my maimed bed, maimed pen

‘Cause I’m not a bad person; I’m just a nice guy who finds himself in bad situations

Ditching patience till I sift through faces to find the right one to give my graces

Kiss the pavement! And chew some gravel, the graffiti on the wall read “I Love You”

But the love songs sound sweeter in the sunshine & I know enough to

Enough to grab a sweater & the recipe for a brighter tomorrow

See it’s simple, simply act like Superman till they call me Bizarro

For getting this far I feel you deserve some sort of reward. Sadly, I'm not able to compensate every person who reads this. So here's what I'll do, I shall reveal what the blurb before the poem says and hope we're even:  This is me, all of me, and nothing but me. If you read this than congratulations, you can read backwards. In Bizarro World, we do everything the opposite way, beautiful is ugly and left is right. Enjoy...

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We Are Humans 2

I finally got to perform this piece at Ridgemont for their Diversity assembly and I had a good time. Much love to Qassim, Asha, and Synonymous!

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Five Reasons Why I'm Still Single

Hahaha this ones a throw back, I wrote this poem back in Grade 12 and thought I was the greatest writer on the face of the Earth. I also thought this poem was very tongue in cheek, wow how time flies. Ps I regret nothing! P.s.s click an ad or two, dude needs to eat! Enjoy!

Reason 5- I'm intelligent, girls want a brother who's brainless

And shameless, I know a few guys but they're gonna stay nameless

Nobodies who like to act, dress, and claim their famous

So whose it gonna be? Me or him? Him? What? Well ok miss

Reason 4- I'm peaceful and humble girls want a so called thug

Who loves to spark fights like plugs and at everyone they mean mug

Who claim they got gats and if anyone's blastin' they'll bust back

Claim they got cars at school but sit next to me on the bus back

Reason 3- I'm not material, I don’t rock ice like rinks

Or rock that mink I don't smoke cigarettes, do drugs or drink

I don't need to rely on brand name clothing just to look nice

My figures aren’t 6 like faces of dice; I'm broke to be precise

Reason 2- would be because of my hair, countless girls it scares

Its like, I should wear a sign on my neck reading "GIRLS BEWARE"

Examples of girls it's scared; Lenience, Fatima, and Shauna

It even scared older women for example your momma!

And the number one reason why is, in my heritage I take pride

Even though brothers like think I'm washed out like a rip tide

My ancestors and stress, I pack up on my back like Pringles

So there you have it folks, the five reasons why I'm still single

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High Fidelity

Been questioning my love life lately so after watching High Fidelity (which this poem is loosely based on), I decided to write this, hence the title. I haven't done poetry in a while so it felt good getting back into it. After feeling miserable for a good chunk of the day, I felt like a weight has been lifted. The power of writing.

I’ve got a lot on my mind with nothing to say, nothing to say with a lot on my mind

Lost & I find that my thoughts enter lines with the cost of sinner’s lives

Hearing shots as thunder cries taking cover under lies in a heart that’s undersized

Lost in my mind as the thoughts go inside as they coincide with the ghost who will hide

Who’ll hide in the deepest recesses of my mind’s corridor where the chorus roars

The soundtrack of an open sore where the cold is warm & of course it pours

Damn, I think I’m scarin’ me, man I need some therapy apparently

My pair of knees buckles ‘cause I’m a parody of what a parrot sees

Before it speaks ‘cause Polly wanna cracker for every one of his bad choices

And finally, when my therapist asks me if I hear any vast voices?

I’ll say “Yes, I hear two, ones my conscience telling me how big of an ***hole I am

The other is God but we haven’t spoken ever since he blocked me on his IM”

And so I see the world through rainy glasses as your knight in shining armor

Till I rust & I’m finding ardor has been crying harder in a violet harbor

Letting violence harm her, wondering why she couldn’t possibly love me

So I surround myself with pretty monsters ‘cause monsters don’t have to be ugly

I’m out of breath tired of being your running joke so lately my art has been hollow & dark

Walking to the heart beat of my own drum, so every step I take I’m following my heart

But when in Rome, build it in a day in a state of winter aches as you feel the breaks

Of your heart that can never be mended by your inner saints and it stains

It stains your hands & that’s why I choose hide my insecurity behind my wit

Were I find my gifts lie in between my pines & miffs & kindness gets

The backseat in a car that’s carting the scars that’s scarring carved in gardens

And every tree in a forest where we’re forced to watch as they marred our martyrs

But if she’s happy then who am I to come in between that actually?

But the Greek word “agon” means to compete which is why I’m in agony

‘Cause she chose him over me & I guess it’s over see, blaming God ‘cause he oversees

Feeling my heart sink like an illegal immigrant forced back over seas

And I’ll finally secretly admit to myself that what was will never be

Pain’s famous recipe ‘cause what has become, is nothing but a memory

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