POEMS OF SATURDAY

CONFESSIONS

U think I wanted this- I wish I was like everyone else

social, more down to earth and trendy, more to the crowd

instead I talk to myself and shy from the crowds

a recluse by nature like Emily Dickinson.

Always been like this- was always a quiet kid

who never had much friends except one or two

im not mean, im just me, im not selfish but I tend to be

Im so afraid of myself Id rather lock myself

for what its worth its for my health.

My short term memory is not so good.

 I get hungry and then lose appetite. Everything is slowed. 

Last night feels like last week. Cant remember a week ago. 

Im in a zone with a kick of dopamine

 I get occasional highs like a chemical erruptions 

bursting in my brain.

Its all pyschologic, I have a disorder

Im lazy Im depressed im a mess

No motivation for nothing

except eating and sleeping

Im weak, im weak, wont shave my beard

then I write poems that give  much relief

Im telling you im not normal nobody listens

im telling you somethings wrong with me but you wont see

im tryna tell you in my poems but nobody hears

im telling you why im left handed and that its all psychological

Its obvious I'll never fit into this world, I make my peace

help!

NO TITLE

I HEARD THE OLD VOICE CALLING
STAY FOCUSED OR ELSE I'M FALLING
THERE'S A REASON IM IN THIS PLACE
ITS ALL ON ME TO WIN THIS RACE

THE WORLD HAS TO HEAR MY STORY
THAT'S THE REASON I WRITE IN POETRY
OH HOW HE PLACED THAT GIFT IN ME

TO PUBLISH, GOD IS SO PUSHING ME

CUZ,

MY LIFE CHANGED WHEN I WAS SEVEN

ONLY MY PEOPLE WILL GET THIS POEM

I KNOW ITS MY DUTY TO SHARE IT

FOR MANY PEOPLE HAVE TO HEAR IT

 

 

SANDY

I saw Sandy soaring, sailing to our shores
she,curiously counting & climbing in chores
wild & wet this woman, my moods upset
looks like a touch down drama I'll regret

Sandy go back home nobody wants you here
And see Im losing money cuz of you I swear
while you make few rich-- many stay poor

Its time you leave we dont want you no more.

Mythical_Poet

 

 

 

 

 

Other Writings

I AM RASTAFARI


I CANNOT DENY RASTAFARI

HE IS THE IMAGE OF THE ALMIGHTY GOD


MY LIFE IN VERSE 1

A fugitive roams the earth
but searching for his worth
things are not as they seem
row row, life is but a dream.



MY LIFE IN VERSE 2

All wanderers are lonely men
men that count the thoughts wid pen
And shall they ever be free
far from home but dont ask me.


MY LIFE IN VERSE 3

My life is a mystery puzzle
how did I get here
Many secrets unknown I fear
Gods plan is safe trouble


Thank you God for allowing me to keep
my life for another year- lord knows


THE WHOLE WORLD IN TROUBLE.

This is life and death, this is blood,  this is the destiny of every human
this is not racist, white or black, not Mexican Indian African of that
this is evil, this is sacrifice, this is satanic and ritualistic stuff
this is Haiti, this is Somalia, Sudan, Syria enough
this is scripted, documented, predicted, its not a game
this is high levels Super Nintendo stay asleep or wake up
and its everywhere no place to hide in your pockets like dollar bills.

This is Matrix, this is holier this is nuclear there's nothing spookier 
every mankind on the face of the earth, every soul is toilet paper
all I want to say is that they dont really care about us like trash
these people,these rulers, these kings of chess, these builders
these madmen, controllers of men, slave drivers are they- Egyptians
I pray for every  peoples on earth that they be safe from harm
or lets stand together and beat the system--lets ring the alarm

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Dead Presidents

DEAD PRESIDENTS

I love dead presidents, I work for them

I want more and more dead presidents

Dead presidents give me o sweet life

I need dead presidents to be my wife

I get more and more dead presidents yay

as the year goes by I do not play

Cuz who dont love dead presidents show me

without dead presidents I feel so lonely

the game is on to find dead presidents

and I want more, more presidents dead

got Presidents you say so show me the head

and I will spend dead presidents instead.

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NEW POEMS

Some of us are afraid to crucify Jesus.
we say oh look at how he suffered, why?
He had to suffer thats what he was made for!
We must crucify Jesus to be free of sin
if we dont do it we burn in hell
because we are saying we are too good
and self righteous to make mistakes
when God is saying you will make mistakes!
Dont beat yourself up beat up Jesus
express yourself.
So punch him and slap him and spit on him
because he took it for you. you must do it!

Like Abraham put the knife on his son
God is saying we must put the nails on Christ
He is your punching bag individually
as you pound on him, he says to you come on
put it on me, hit me, go ahead!
And while we punch him and kick and scrape
we are actually saying I love you.
and he is saying its okay. thats what im here for.

put it on me and free yourself of sin

accept my sacrifice and forgiveness today.

Time is a clock that ticks life away,
second after second, day after day
one breath nearer to the edge of glory
and one heartbeat closer to the eternity

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The Dreaminess of Childhood

THE DREAMINESS OF CHILDHOOD

How dreamy is childhood, how sheepish is he
how old his memories, how forgotten his ways
my childhood was a dream I never understood
the way I was as a child is far from good
a breath of fresh air & childhood disappear
the weather is moody and cry's in every year
one day the dream ended in college I suppose
when I learned to walk and stay on my toes
I went on a trip via the childhood train
a wonderland of insecure toys and gains
then the light-bulb goes, let there be light
now conscious of myself with no more night
the dreaminess of childhood, one  old chapter
the reality of life,  waking the morning after
school made no sense a little boy  was sleeping
in college I woke up now no more dreaming
my only weakness -sensitivity-  in me.
shall I return to childhood or shall I be free.

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On Spot Word Play

ON SPOT WORD PLAY

A Writer without confidence is like a Lawyer without intelligence
a Poet uniqueless is a wandering soul spiritless
effort is wasting time chasing  envy what am I saying
trying to catch my style is like hide and seek dont peak
aiming to be big while trying to be meek
Puff puff that Ganga boy I cannot speak
loosen my mind a little bittle tweek tweek
its coming out like champagne bottles motion peak
ecstasy orgasmic tendency flap like a birds
ending not in site like no tommorows referred
flying to the moon like kites on sorrows tears
relax my mind puff puff im gone sorrows ears
blunts to the head Kush pillows no matress
cross that line fuck around get ur ass kicked

Dig a hole if u want it now Rest in Peace, peace

Mary J a bad bitch I dont mess wid dat girl
she mess wid me all day all Ill say twirl twirl

solo seduction slow eruptions volcanic ash

liquid water to wine five loafs for mils or words to cash

splash splash silly rhymies rhymic reps of sonnets to load

gun shots and cannons million of stories hoard

take a whiff of this suicide go blind bad boy style
im Emily Dickinson Reincarnated, Im back and whack
to inhale thoughts, exhale poetry music sweet
drop that beat mash it like pototaoes salad repeat
murder a rhyme one word at a time like crime rates
my soul burns slow out of time life hates
Everlasting life like ninety and nine ever fine, is mine
words like spirits flying around plane to sound, jet bound
having fun cant u tell by now, racing pictures for now


This is medical real professional doctor of words
rhyme specialist, flow physicist and melody transe wizard blurred
spell caster magic performer, blizzard of songs. Good angel
now bad angel fell down ladder. Lucifer, christopher Colombus
in me. Creative juices flowing sweetly steady ready u see

We love you we love you we worship that God
that innocent he innocent river poems like blood
bleeding interceding milking the soul

silver gold half the old old story has never been told


No more talkin, prove myself,  go hard or go home
im lyrical like Kartel said, Im the best there never was
im unheard of but still im sound all around the town
work my way word for word up top from The ground

Give me the mic and I will spray it with spit thats it
Ill kill it and leave it betta than I saw it, im it.
Songs of Martin, let me left or write my thoughts, Ill bring verses
never heard it, never bought it, its free, spend no money
just me. Im lyrical thats what I see.

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It Aint that Bad

IT AIN'T THAT BAD

Hey thank you Dido it ain't that bad
even though the storm be moody & sad
cuz its not so bad, its not so bad.

the year's soon over- the best Ive had

I be writing lyrics through the night
& the weatherman sleeping- but its alright
cuz it ain't that bad, it ain't that bad

even though hes moody, even though hes sad.

Thinking bout times I never had

teenage dreams while still  a lad
I will be glad will not be sad

life ain't that bad, it ain't that bad.

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On Why I Excel In Poetry

ON WHY I EXCEL IN POETRY.

No longer be shamed to publish thoughts
Im 400 poems strong and counting up
call me David I spill my heart wid d pen
I have little friends.
Not fit for thisworld nor the madhouse.
 I escaped my sentence.

I really belong on the streets disregarded
always locked inside myself.
I live in the innerworld lost to space and time.
I find my own ideas more interesting
than anything I could ever read
Im preoccupied with my own thoughts.
Thats the way I am. Thats the way I always
was.Thats how I always will be.
 I do not change. I AM.

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I wish this calling would leave me
alone. Maybe then I would have more
friends. Maybe I wouldn't be this way.
Maybe then I would be more social.

I feel I dont belong anywhere.



The hardest part of writing is starting.
Start! The rest will fall together.


I really dont understand myself
so I must write until I do.

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SHALL I TELL MY MIND

SHALL I TELL MY MIND.


My poems come  easily, no sweat at all
shall I tell my mind, shall I tell it all
Who will believe the messages, bearin the pain
to be outcasted in this world there is no gain.

I keep my silence to protect this life
Then I hide in the hills like Mythical tales
My eyes see far but id rather have them shut
I put it all in my poems,but thats not enough.

IM NOT A GENIUS.

Im not a genius, im ingenius
Im nobody really, Im just me
I occupy space on this earth
searchin time to find my worth.

Will never chase that lady fame
always play smart protect my name
Im not a genius, I stand alone
my destiny rhymes I found my throne.

MURDERED CHILDREN

Jamaica, stop murdering your children I plea
sendin dem to school b4 d age of three
And then you wonder why they hold nothing
Let children be children give dem someting
Stop selling dem worthless education
sacrificing dem on the alter of society
the blood of children are cryin in d streets
They need a home and something to eat
They need the love of mother and father
They dont need to be pumped with education
they dont need to compete to stay alive
but spiritual nourishment to thrive

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DEADLY BOMBS

DEADLY BOMBS

What if a poem went pluff
Just imagine if a sonnet went off
a deadly bomb in lines of spells
an ode,a lyric,some enchanted hells
The weapons are words, words can kill
And the prophets were poets yet still
Imagine it goes boom, filling the room
and blaw, who can survive the effects,
now imagine 66 books of Poetry
loaded readily in deadly cannons.



ANGRY

Am mad at this world so I smiled at her
Im cold like a refrigerator, never happier
I hate this world cuz im innocent
but she loves to hate me so I hate her.
Holdin so much pain in the palm of my hand
no longer can I play stupid or be immature
Got a sweet naive heart I want no more
and a child lives in me, I need the cure.
Im cold but in deeper im warmer inside
Im tryin to do good but fuck it, never
if im left the fuck alone, I'll be okay
but society stop tryna make me your way.

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Life is hard as a motherfucker u feel me
I had to close my eyes to see reality
Childhoods really a movie I wanna re-watch
fuck it im here now so Ill ride till I die
dont sell me that bullshit I know God is good
I talk with slang but im not from the hood
I just wanna get away hide away until the end
I dont trust a soul yo I am my only friend.

Beginnng To The End

BEGINNING TO THE END

The religious irony of what goes up must come down

two brothers two sides of the same coin

two destinies two roads travelled on

Two ways, the way of life or death, two choices

in one man, that is me and thee, the controversy began.

Up in the skys where bliss made her home

and joy was crowned king and the peace was felt in kisses

I loved you and perfect too  like a young virgin,

The university of life and the degrees well issued

is for the brave and manly soul to tread

A university president is king of all and founded his mark

and set his standard and preachered his policies

all university students shall follow policy makers or be absent

thy tuition shall be paid in full or suffer thy learning

Love thy university with all thine heart;

And love thy fellow workers as thyself was the rule set.

 But look two artist live in kingly domains

two directors cannot rule the same house

but travel one road and one destiny for all men

chose ye the road less travelled by or sigh all the hours of life.

The teacher teaches music and the poet is the artist

understand the riddle,open thy expressions to lifes story

see both left the dwellin and wandered from the gates

father give me thy money I shall no longer tarry with thee

Elder look at thy son and his pondering  plea,

curse his hartloting ways with his money unmade

yet you cook him the calf and let him remain?

It is me that I blame and why I remain, for

though I be tame, I furry thy name

Im righteous in vain, I am not to blame

For the boys became men and each walked his way

and the war broke the universe, they fell down to play

and they do want they want cuz the heart is their game

and the president is but one and he is the head

and the challenge came fierce like a roar in the throne.

His administrative post--a son of songs, a genius this child

Songs of solomon a wise and beautiful creature formed

fell to the earth what goes up must come down

Since, the war was waged and the president attacked

and the parties formed and the leaders rally

Come down from power says the director of songs

let down your ways and free up the order,

This president shall not step down, God wont bow to God

Leader to leader or follower to follower, pick a side

sheep's or goats whats thy delight, o the mystery is deep

For he says,"I shall start my business and shall not be used

and follow my dreams and pilot my destiny

and make my profit bigger than the president, so

forget this university, though I be fired my high post

I shall build my university bigger than the one I left"

And what do the fans say, the president is not fair

and dishonest in his dealings and selfish with tyranny

and the policies are fowl and odorish like carcasses

the irony, enemy is friend and friend is enemy

So it was in the begining, in the end so shall it be

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2012 is a special year. Its the year of my Poetic inspiration.
This year Ive written 300 poems. I dont know why. In college
I never exhibited this type of creative consistency.
 Im writing at a pace of perhaps
two poems per day, everyday. Its crazy and I fear for my health.
for I nearly ran myself in a mad house.
I cant stop the flow but I know the outcome.
Cause right after this I might  crash and go into
a terrible depression that may last for months, who knows.

When that happens I dont cut my beards. I dont groom myself.
Im extrememly moody, extremely lazy, tend to put weight
I have no enery for anything. I just eat down the place.
sleep all day. I feel like a junkie.
When this happens im helpless like a baby.
When I eventually get out of it
it goes away for a few years. Its like a rebirth
Im going through changes. I have to watch myself
otherwise I can self destruct

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God Breathes Too

GOD BREATHES TOO.


Its all a mystery the way life works. But there's a natural mystic
blowing through the air, if you listen carefully you will hear.
I do hear! Look at the sky's, how lonely they are.The clouds
have no friends.The sun stand on its own feet. life is a quiet room
I gaze at the stars to figure it out, it is beyond me, this room

Do what you want to do, nobody will stop you. Live your life
its all been done before, lifes like this.
Dont wait too long, the sun dont shine forever, God is not
too far away, Its us! Its all about us. God is a quiet man
he doesnt say a word. He is not loud, he is not heard.


What has Jesus done fore me? Really and truly, the man Jesus
has never done a thing on my behalf. He is a figment of my
imagination, a justification of my works, a timer of my steps.
Jesus didnt do a thing for me , It was always me, I did everything.
And if you dont then Ill take responsibility. It was me
I have a brain and I use it. Jesus was just the inspiration

He really doesn't know who I am

when he was alive, I was not

He lived 2000 years ago people, he doesn't know you!


Life is simple & complicated. Theres no need to yell
its all been done before, all been done before

 let it all go, let it go, reach out and touch faith.


Dont take chances with life, but you must take risks
otherwise you will be like the sun, moon and stars- fixed
in eternal revolve. I look out my window and what do I see
but the same thing happening again and again,
nothing ever changes, its all been done before, useless.
The day is like a clock that keeps ticking until midnight
then it starts over again. The earth is so predictable
but she loves to give surprises now and then.


Dont you see? We all wasting time. Its all in vain.
God minds his own business we should do the same
cuz if we mind our own business life cant be the same
God doesn't need a soul he does what he wants
and he doesnt have to explain himself either
Its all a mystery the way life works, why bother urself
why worry about what you cant change
Why think about a future that is not promised
who cares what is after this earthy death, why fret
cuz Karma is a judge that works well without pay
We reap what we sow people and there is no other way!


God wont feed you if you dont get up and try
he wont put food in your mouth, he will stand and watch u die
God helps those who help themselves, he doesnt give a fuck
Keep thinking that your life will change, good luck
Keep sitting down, keep sleeping, keep dreaming away
you do nothing, you wont get reward, thats just how it is okay.



Thats how it always was, thats how it always will be
there is nothing new, but everything is a cycle
God doesn't wait on no man, he never ever changes
that is his word and he doesn't lie, so stop wasting time.
I look in my chest to see time ticking away

my heart is a stereo hitting every note I chose to play
I look out the window wonderin when things will change
Then one day I took no more, I got up and left the house.
I made things happen. I took control of the ship
I could have done it all along, never knew this.


I remember the days of my childhood and how I use to think
of God. And how I viewed the world was all one big dream.
God never saw me the way I saw him, the way I saw him was wrong
He was waiting for me down the road to finally realize
Then it hit me one day. God never really did anything
It was all me, I created him in my image and gave him life
I breathed into him as a figment of my imagination and he became
me.

HE is my tool and I worked with him. I write about him
and experience him through my understanding of Life
I see him with my eyes and he delivers my inspiration
Many poems he has brought me, many secrets revealed
He is I and I is He. We are the same. The thing was always
inside of me. That spirit whatever you want to call it!

I close my doors and pray to myself. I hear my own voice
and prayers are answered. Im all internal like the face
of a clock. I have to be true to myself, its me
I shout it out, Its always me, I did it, these are my
words, I am justified by my faith, its as simple as that.

Cuz all a man has in this life is his faith to comfort his soul

Better realize cuz the half has never been told.

A POEM

At first I was playing, now im jusT saying
am no longer playing, I want to kill him!
MY anger's towards him, I want to finish him
keep on fighting him, to  diminish him.
Sustaining damaging, remaining wondering
entering combating, victory's promising.
Wanting none of him, silence pondering
this the end of him, Satan's time is thin.

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Not Again

NOT AGAIN.


lo, oh no! Not again!
not this sinking sand
why,why me this thing
stuck in a hole again
fell down got back up
just want to come out
its pulling me down
cannot help but frown.

Must go on yes no I must
no stops in God I trust
No one knows my struggle
Im a soldier to my life
Im not asking 4 much
My only legacy is Poetry
like literary authors b4 me
I will make it cuz I try.


Depression got no benefit
except the poetry I spit
This the only thing I got
Must use it good b4 im not
This life is killing me slow
 hold on to faith never let go
reach out and touch it
me until I see her face.


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Thoughts

It is true. I must write to survive. Its like air to me. Even therapy.I dont know how else to explain but to share my words. I never made myself a 'Poet' yet was chosen for it.This is not a boast just the truth. A true Poet will understand that I tried to run from this-- failed. It comes naturally to me. To be in any other profession believe me Ive tried. Theres so much to say its taking me nearly 500 poems to say it. It doesn't stop and there's more to write. Perhaps I will stop at 5000 poems. Edit & compile them into several books and close this chapter with perhaps a biography. THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY IS VERY VERY HARD TO WRITE- ITS NOT THE RIGHT TIME FOR IT.When the time is right I will publish them for free. I have alot of good ideas



I KNOW WHAT YOU DID.

Im sorry you're 'feeling' that good guys are weak
I express my feelings and thoughts let me speak
Not looking for extra attention, just tryna be me
But I know your type, so I guard my wall cleverly
Please dont be surprised cuz im not up to scratch
Im like a shooting star at night very hard to catch
So we're even, both been dealt sin by the opposites
still I smile honey cuz my personality got benefits

you wont catch me easy,a diamond in the dirt
been loving myself yo, what you say doesn't hurt
And I cant notice but to notice you noticing me
so you had better come over cuz babes I wont be.



MURDER LOST FOCUS

Call me what you want im firm as a rock
remember the woman who sinned not the man
and the woman ate the fruit and not the man
women are dangerous and I dont trust them
I stay away from them because they're tricks
Very few women in this world who I can respect
Perhaps one in a million who can gain my trust
The rest are a trap waiting to fatten a rabbit
they will eat a godless man down to the bone.


Life is a bitch & sex is the death of all men
dont bite the apple Eve or im a leave you, bye
you'll never get to know me so leave me alone
ha I told you im not like other guys so be wise
How long will I be this way--until my dying day
I role solo dont compare me with the crowds
its like apples to oranges, peaches to plums ye
bananas, imma protect my name till the death of me
I dont bow to women so forget you and goodbye.


Call me gay cuz I dont mess with these chicks
grow some balls men and stop making women rule
why the fuck are you worshiping women, stupid
stand firm and be men, women are not everything
you feelin real nice cuz you sleepin with ten women
you is a fool and u disgrace the name of God in heaven
how you gone make a woman make you broke to death
have some self respect you womanizing fools you


Where are all the guys who went to school with me
show me two on a finger who came close to success
you let a girl control your head, you not wise son
if thats all there is to life then im the foolish one
I know they look good,smell good too,im not blind
but I got that spiritual sight you need to get some
I spit that knowledge you need to learn, smarten up
be on your grind before you lose your mind, rewind.
walk away and tell these girls stop wasting ur time


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Dont cross that river if you cannot swim
why gamble with dices if there's no money
Dont play games you know u cannot win
to risk it to the point of no returning
If your not a runner dont join the race
leave it alone if it doesn't concern you
dont do it, dont flip on that switch-
You shoot yourself in the head 4 dead
who is not a pilot should not fly planes
who is not crazy run away I say,

breathe Kush, you throw ur life away.
And never again to see the light of day

Letters To Myself

LETTERS TO MYSELF: POEM TO AN INFP.


All the while to sit like a stone, lost to society
Im  the child I told you before, now no more me
To want to live a life of possibility and purpose
but sensitivity will kill me, life, her evil eye
And destiny she smiles at her child born this way
Im dying to live how I wish my curse to walk away


I sit with purpose pondering the billion  question
because I sit on the moon looking down on the earth
running ten thousand miles all by myself to the top
and cry rivers because the ocean was too busy for me
a sweet sorrow life is living dead the same difference
nature is my only friend, my thoughts my hiding place


No longer to run from a mirror that breaths the truth
fates tender grip & formed muscles picked this seed,
the question is the answer the irony to my generosity
the begining of the end is the paradoxical complexity

the gift never died and the curse ever remains quiet
cuz the medicine is the pain my poem to an INFP

How did I become this way is it not the Potters hand
 then writing poems that sob, sing, laugh and dance
so natural like the wings of wind that fly to me
it came out my soul like a rocket when time matured
And I drank the demon dance the dance of drunkards
And the passion woke me to life what sane madness!


Now all the years of hunger and thirst are forgotten
All the old miseries & the billion dollar question
It is the INFP! It is the INFP! Poem to the IN in me
life is a journey I started without a map and key
I found a friend called Poetry my only companion
She like me is an INFP, my water to wine, five loaves.

Shall the righteous die a poor man with rich thoughts
I work the pen and dig this fertile land of mine



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workin progress

Letter To A Snake

DEAR SNAKE

Dear Snake, you know I have a thing for you,

I want to but cannot be with you

God loves me, so im tryin to stay away

from what you have to offer, and no way

Dont worry i'll pay for this bill, put it on my tab

bought you a free meal, not a Kentucky deal

Cuz I don't wanna owe you a thing

so thanks very much for talking.

Dear Snake let go off me, we only had a flirt

never borrowed any money, low as dirt

not on spot, so I think ill pass

you talk a good one, reputation doesn't last.

I see you checking me out

you like my style, think im good to make me wild

you love to push but not this time

you love my words the way I rhyme

 No more games snake, leave me alone

you're bugging see no more hugging

leave this good boy alone, leave him

no more flirting around with sin.

You have a thing for young christian boys

you know, you were once a christian too

how perfect we'd be me and you
no one would know- you are the best christian

So dear snake you're bad as hell
I rate you much but hey good luck
I fear too much you're time is up
my letter to a snake as I awake .

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Wouldnt Call This Poetry, Kidding

WOULDNT CALL THIS POETRY, kIDDING.

My poetry is a direct reflection of my character
my way of life, my thoughts.It is my personality.
It is my style. It comes from inside my soul
...

and heart. It is beyond me. Its my will.
I am everything I write about.
It contains my secrets. My very nature.
That oNLY I would know.
I write only what I know of.
I live and breathe my work.
How do I do it?
How does the wind blow?
How do I write?
I dont know- inspiration
There is no faking this- its real
I am this way, I cant pretend
Im emotional and creative
I really live this- no joke
you cant step in my shoe n do what I do
you cant be me and I cant be you
its beautiful the way I express
there's only one me thats how it will be
I dont make up stuff just for fun
"Its my life, my pain, my night, my gun
now that im back you cant sleep im a nightmare, ha?
They not gon like you, I know I know" not over!

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NOT EVEN GONNA EDIT THIS ONE
WORK OF ART- EXCELLENTE

Friday Morning Random Thoughts

Who needs expensive health insurance when you're covered
freely with the blood of Jesus Christ.
Why bother with skyrocketing costs, when you can just
exercise faith in God. The christian life is
the best health coverage you can invest in.
Its been paid for already. Its free!

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I write my Poetry. I read my poetry.
And it amazes me how much I have in
common with the Prophets. Lord Knows.
They must be Introverts!
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Who am I to have my Poetry published
and read? Maybe im not that good!
Why do I deserve it?
Rather, who am I not to?
I deserve this I do. I store my brain
cells on paper far from few.
Anyone who can say they have over
300 Poems written in less than a year
deserved to be considered.
I know deep down im an artist
I know my life circumstances and
experiences have cut me this slice
but I write for my health, I dont want to
be known.I dont want fame, I want recluse
I wont handle fame, it will destroy me
faster than a bullet destroys a man
But im also inspired from
time to time with thoughts not mine.
Do I have to spell it out, forget it.
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SECRET FREESTYLES OF A RECLUSE

Im an introvert by nature. I like
to think. I like to daydream
and fantasize. I got imagination
Put me to the test I wont fail.
Always been this way.
I hate the crowds
but I long to be with them, but
something prevents me from
singing with the crowds.
I want to have friends many
I want to be cool, but I cannot.
Im not mean or selfish
though sometimes I think I am
Infact I am very selfish, its true
So I try very hard to not be myself


The Lord is helping me to come
to grips with my personality
I struggled for years to accept it
I shunned poetry with disinterest
Most people may think me strange
before they get to know me, indeed.
Until they talk to me or me to them
and they see He aint so weird like
I thought.Why are you so quiet?
Why, I just dont know. Ask God.
Why do you look so kiddish
I dont know. Ask God.
I made up my mind to write poetry
reveal my personality to the world
may be the only way for me to shine.
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REFLECTIONS

Some people love going to church
Me I was raised in the church.
Some people love the church fellowship
I dont have a problem with that
Im just very damn unpredictable, I am.
If there is anywhere I feel so uncomfortable
its in church. Im talking about a church
that Ive been a member since childhood.
And basically know most the people
I just dont understand.
I remember as a child going to church I
would frown like its that time again!
A depression would come over me when
I entered those doors and sat down
I felt like throwing up every time.
Loud preachers and bedtime stories
Following the ways of rocks in chairs.
Still I went, week after week, year
after year until it didnt even matter.
One day it happened & I saw the light.


Mythical_Poet-draft 1

The Only Life I Know

THE ONLY LIFE I kNOW

You may think im fronting,am not my friends
This is the only life I know, sure of it
I live a life I never chose, it chose me
I walk a lonely road on this journey,
The only road that I have ever known, yes.
And there's no way out of a wanderers life
a solitary peculiar life, a strangers life.

4 at the finish line there can be only one
at the end of the race I stand alone no crowds
May it be Mythical_Poet the wanderer.
Yet im a prodigal son who left his home
But I never really left, its so weird
Dont feel sorry for me 4 what God has done
Truth is God knows what he has done to me.


The gift is the curse, the curse the gift
The people are the saints, the ancients.
And the gift is poetry, yes famous my fathers
And the spirit is real, the pyramids of Egypt.
And the people r real, they're scattered away
4 Poetry swims in my DNA, Solomonic dynasty
The only life I know, my people wrote the Book.


A first born child of Africa is this boy
This blood is Ethiopian life runnin breathin.
And the truth has stayed, I never sold out
And the purity is sealed, I stay true
And India is my birth like Ghandi Mahatma
I walk this empty street and I stand alone
till then no one finds me so I walk alone.




NEWEST POEM

Why am I this way?
The way of Emily Dickinson.
I just dont know. Its a mystery.
In high-school a classmate said to me,
"Semi, do you have any friends"?
I didnt know how to reply!
See Im compatible with nobody

not even my very own Family!
n while the guys would run about
and kick it, me, I would sit it.
I fear I border the schizophrenic.


Talking to my shadow all the while
Im one to one thats how I get down
I only compete with myself, no frown

a first born child and left handed.
And I think im handicapped,lord knows.

my life would be all messed up except,
Ive always seemed to be by myself.

Still Im tryin to break out- its my curse
but the benefit is right in this verse
dont you see it could be the reason that
Poetry loves me, secrets she tells me.



NEWER THAN THE NEWEST

I identify with the Poet,I live it
So someone asked me as a 'Poet' my dear
If I plan to vanish young like a Plath
or a Winehouse. I have no intentions
to such aspirations but this I will say.
It is unfortunate how good Poets meet their
demise. God has put this weight unfortunately
So to call myself by a Poets name is not
my choosing. That madness that I have come
to know by name is everyday news....


I do not plan to file
an early retirement. But I admit I do fight
harder than normal to escape that so
inevitable 'good night'. If all Poets are destroyed
by their vices, then I am one who can easily say
I have little to none yet still I feel the addictions.
I am not one used to  drugs and wine or frivolity
yet I am a junkie and weakling in many areas.
I must guard myself well day in & out, after all
I possess the nature of the Poet. I live it.

Mythical_Poet

Untitled Poem

Believe me
I know when it rains it pours
what I dont understand is why it pours
write poems these days just becuz
dont understand when it rains it pours
express myself when it rains it pours
All by myself when it rains it pours
dont know how to say it, whats involved
Believe me I know when it rains it pours

Mythical_Poet

Hold You Down

HOLD YOU DOWN- Alchemist ft Prodigy ft Mythical_Poet

ft Nina Sky

Hold me down!?

Nothing can hold me down, Cause when I come around

Nobody knows im around, I pick myself from the ground

And keep moving forward,Only thing imma say is

u cannot hold---me---down!

Ye, ain't playing no games

life is hard yes, still am not calling no names

When its all said and done

who's gonna hold-- you-- down

Better talk to the Lord, let Jesus hold-- you-- down!

 Uh, I see u got many friends but I stay to myself 

I dont spit for the money, man I spit for my health

My lyrical wealth has passed a billion, u still at one million

do-not-frown, cuz you make couple sense, im past beginners

Im the Mayor President so-- sit --down

be4 you cause an accident, im just sayin..stop playin a clown

(Chorus-Nina Sky)

(Here I go again)

Hold me down!?

Cause when HE hold--you--down

cold nights disappear,who's gonna come around

Its a war my niggas, we better get right

to stand up and fight!

Im a soldier.., still I will--go--down!

For now its head to the sky

believe me my niggas, living free till I die

cuz the limit is the sky, an though I ask the whys

looking through Gods eyes, HEs gonna....

ye, one life my niggas, live good be positive put down dem triggers

and-go--down, thats why Im on my knees

And asking the lord if he could hold--me--down

Becuz im doing my best, gotta get mines be4 im laid to rest

I--gets--down, its all about the cheeze dem geez

Head to the sky, Nina  sing the chorus please!

 Chorus repeat*2