Grafiitti - a child of Hip-Hop

this one was an attempt of storytelling.

entitled: CallOfTheWall

so i creep down the street

like a slinky i slunk.

bumpin biggie smalls that machine gun funk

down to do the deed now in pickin up speed

pray to the gods of graph for my feet they lead.

i freeze

funny feelin in my gut

and i dont know why

wait

what is that i see in the corner of my eye

black and white car with the lights on top

awwwwww shiiiiiiit thats a mutha fuggin cop

how do i explain the back pack and the hoodie with the paint stains

naw its cool ill just say i was walkin home from school that wont work, yeah right

who walks home from school 3 oclock at night

the car comes closer hes got me in his sight that very seconed i dam near died of fright

the car keeps going my blood keeps flowing

the cop cointinues to pass then dam i see break lights!

i turn around and dash movin quick fast like the flash

runnin like......well runnin like the cops was chasin my ass.

dip around the corner lookin to see if he gave chase hoping and praying he didnt see my face

i guess he was too full of donuts

he didnt give pursuit

checkin my bag grinnin cuz i still got the loot .

but know im paranoid and walking like a sketso twitchin and jumpin behind bushes

every time i hear the wind blow.

finally the journey is over i arrive to answer the call of the wall

you see i hear the wall cry its sad because its so boring and plain and dry

but when i arrive i hear the wall give out i long relieved sigh (long relived sigh)

when i reach into my bag and come up double fisted the wall is pleased to see what i came equip with

i throw on the fat cap and make the krylon scream all my pent up emotions flowin out

in nice steady stream i squeze that can till its very last breath then i hold in

and reminise on how great it was to hold ya remove my hat and honer another fallen

soilder place it by my feet as another addition to the krylon can cemetery

but i cant stop know im almost done its a must yo gotta grab the rusto

i transfer life onto the wall

give it a persinality of its own threw the paint i give it my own blood

it starts to resemble me like a clone.

the wall thanks me

theres nothing left for me to do but begin the treck home.

two days later i go to check up on my new friend

as soon as i arrive

i relize what happened and my heartbeat fall

where before i saw a mirror

now is just an ugly blank wall

as much as it hurts there is nuthin i can do but sigh

and as i turn to walk away i hear the wall cry.

i Lied/Redefine

entitled: Redefine

paint falls from the sky like rain

as the paint splatters

in the distance is a familiar chatter

when the wind blows

the leaves on trees

resemble bristles on brushes 

take a walk through my mind and redefine what art is 

acrylic sky scrapers scrape the sky etching clouds into monuments 

housing reality thus i cry when my thoughts our cloudy

my reflection reflects off blank pages 

thats why my note books contain scribbles 

its a high-noon showdown between the truth and i 

with the canvas mediating in the middle

blank walls are window in which i gaze upon righteousness

thats why i empty cans on it 

to block its path to the plane of reality in which i exist.

the sanctuary of silence is like kryptonite 

faced with the burden of silent dreams no words only things

beasts in which i yearn to hear what they say.

only allowed peaceful dreams due to my nightmares walking amongst me during the day.

and so i pray to the easel of eternity harnisting my entity 

the blessed brushes dipped in the paints of peril 

creating my road with one true stoke 

grant me death or burden me with life allow me to receive the ability to escape my reality

bless me with tools to evade truth.

Because that.

That is art 

This shit right here/TheWarOfHearts

this blog will only contain new poems and things that happen beyond this point,

no old stuff (unless someone asks for some) and except for this one,

its old but a good way to kick this shit off.

Yadigg?

its Entitled: WarOfHearts

Bliss is a feeling resigning in her lips

her kiss is the key to unlock my hidden joy

her touch is nothing short of heavenly

she majesticly floats into my thoughts so seamlessly

i crave to be in her presence fiendishly

she appears to me as nothing less than a goddess

my very dreams manifested into flawless flesh

at times the presence of your divine essence

is too much to comprehend for my measly mortal mind

over analyzing every small find

wasting my time overlooking all the signs

i every so often fuck up,

like its my duty to remind

you that im just a fool

simply a misled man forever chasing what i cant have

and its sad

you will surly be my destruction my obsession

slowly driving me mad

alas knowing of my downfall although i may die

to the heavens i look and give my final battle cry

change into the battle field of emotions

and so it starts

the War of Hearts.

Awakening from a light slumber

my dreams overwhelmed

by the images of past summer

unable to gain deep fulfilling rest

never since i have embarked on this quest

the quest to fill this emptiness in my chest

stimulating body leaving mind a mess

my enemy in this war of hearts

has had the upper hand from the start

the upper hand is that

she has her hand on the upper part of my heart

leaving me the title of the underdog

leaving me on the ground she resides in the sky

i catch random glimpses of her through the fog

short glances of this goddess leaves me urning for more

reminding me of her enchantment and why i wage war

a war in the discipline of love

my agenda to rise and conquer her heart

at the least bring to her that which resides inside.

inside me resides a beast hungry and rabid

a monster uncontrollable and savage

an animal fierce yet determined to be apart of your heart.