My Open Mic Experience

I am posting a poem I recited at Open Mic at the Bowery Club on June 24th, 2018.

Such a priceless experience I will never forget.

I remember last year around this time,
had dreams of making you mine
but underconfident I couldn’t reach the finish line
because I didn’t have a dime.
No joke when you’re on the decline.
Barely food for dinner.
Cold during the winter
People mistaken me for a drug addict.
People mistaken me for an alcoholic.
Everything is part of God’s plan,
and I felt like hell was my destination,
but still kept the bible in my hand.
It wasn’t easy as a man.
How do you thank Jesus
when searching for scraps
in trash cans?
Just couldn’t give up.
Becoming inpatient
until I saw your face.
You felt sorry for me
and gave me a plate food
to stuff my skinny face.
You walked past
and visited everyday
in the alley by the fire escape
to drop off food
which gradually put
me in a better mood.
Vienna Sausage and soup.
So, we began to converse
and I learned you
was a registered nurse.
I told you I write poetry
and short stories.
Your face lit up
because you love poetry.
You asked me to recite a poem

“I feel like an airship
high and mighty
but I am a sinking ship
just forever drowning
I feel like an African King
ruling my kingdom
side by side with my lovely queen
but I am slave, a peasant,
body worn down
from building tall pyramids.
I feel like a pastor
preaching to the congregation
on Easter,
making people in believers
but I am a hypocrite
for telling civilians
that walk by me to follow Jesus
since the skin my body
is dirty.
I feel like I’m dwelling in heaven
but this morning I almost committed suicide.
I feel like I have all the answers
but I have so many answered questions.
I feel like the devil is a liar
but he told Eve the truth
about the tree of knowledge
of good and evil.
I feel like a black hero
saving my people
but I feel like a false king
like Scar
waiting for judgment day
when the lake of fire
burns my face.
All men created equal
in a world
that so vile and diabolical.
These thoughts have me suicidal
but for some reason I refuse to.”

You are just speechless.
You believe that poem is unique
and you love the way I speak.
You say you will take me
to Open Mic at the poetry club
next week.
Should I go to a open mic
next week?

Below I posted the link of my open mic experience.

See this Instagram video by @hockaday_poet: https://www.instagram.com/p/B4UmqaIHm_6/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igshid=M2M0Y2JmOTAyOA==

The Heart Can Change Temperature

Should I compare you to a winter night?

Jet black is the color of your heart 

and temperature is of ice.

Sweet side is a dormant like bats in the day time. 

Anger is active like the mind of Jesus Christ, in 1st century’s time.

Was once sweet like brown sugar, I lost belief in my taste receptor.

Though vinegar is salubrious for the skin of your face,

the quality of your personality is no longer invigorating,

like leftovers in the fridge for days. 

The morning mist is your innocence fading.

So much more brutal than a winter evening.

Russia is no longer in competition with your heart.

Hardened like the pharaoh, can’t tell you and the serpent apart. 

Stab my flesh with something sharp like claws of wolverine. 

My belief towards you is of shark meat. 

Positive thoughts  devoured, cleansed away like germs in the shower. 

 

True Meaning Of Popularity

Popularity is potent,
but commonly identifies 
itself as a form of poison.
Angel with wings on the surface,
but deep within, the angel transforms
to a demon.
Popularity gives off a vibe
like its Christmas morning,
but stay long enough 
and you see pitch forks 
like its a Halloween evening.
Good looks are deceiving 
and fade away 
like the sun in the evening.
Even though popularity 
feels like a nice warm welcome
like birthday hugs,
As it’s time ages, 
you realize the moments were wasted,
trying to fit in
like an over weight grown women
squeezing into her prom dress
to look exquisite for her high school reunion.
Problem we can’t seem to solve
is that inner beauty is within 
the soul of a human.
Lucifer was beautiful
like a wedding dress 
but the person in it was Dennis Rodman.
Popularity is pleasing from a distance
but up close and person,
hideous like restroom toilets
without flushing.
When perfection is the goal,
when you kick, you will miss
every time.
Picture it like this;
popularity is a huge  bicep.
The main attraction, the main focus,
but your true character is your legs,
which gets neglected, since women
only focus on the top half of your body.
We will do anything for compliments and attention honestly
to the point we lose our integrity,
taking credit for accomplishments
that we didn’t accomplish.
We love others reactions more than our own decisions.
No gun pointed to our heads to make a forced decision, we just addicted to somebody’s reaction.
So basically, we have bear arms and chicken legs.
This means we search for power in the wrong place
because power really comes from your legs.
We realize this too late and now we can’t bare to stare at our arms.
The right to bear arms, work against us and do self harm
with our own arms.
Lethal affliction is hidden within, but eventually comes out when the lungs fail to bring oxygen.

Was Leaving God The Best Choice?

This poem express opposite opinions depending which way you read it. This was my first time I wrote a poem in reverse and it was a challenge. Please forgive me if this don’t make sense. I will edit this eventually.

I am a failure
and I reject the fact that
I am a savior.
I realize this may be a shock, but
me having potential of being a pastor,
is a lie.
Blessings is not guaranteed every hour
In 30 years, I will tell the youth that
I have my responsibilities straight because
The devil’s tactics
is more prominent than
praying to Jesus.
Jesus is at the top of the ladder,
but this is will not matter,
humans continue to kill each other.
Satan is unconquerable
and I do not believe that
God is almighty and powerful.
Since I don’t always make the best choice,
the best choice

was leaving God

Now re-read this poem from bottom to top(in reverse).

Who is your worst enemy?

Before you read this long poem, I have a few questions I want you to keep in mind while reading this poem:

1) Who is your worst enemy?

2) How did racism start?

3) Why do you think God created Lucifer?

4) They say the devil is a liar, but do you think there was ever a time the devil told the truth? (Think hard about this one and read the book of genesis)

5) Think about the person you love most(probably your kids), would you scarfice your own soul and go to hell so the person you love most can go to heaven or would you be selfish and let the person you love go to hell so you can go to heaven?

6) Since the Hebrews were slaves during the ancient Egypt times during Moses time, do you believe that this was the blueprint that poisoned the white man’s mind to view black people as property during early and mid 1800’s?

7) Since more souls go to hell than heaven, do you think the Devil’s power is underestimated?

Pick one of the seven questions and comment below on the answer to the question that really have your mind thinking deep!

“I am my own worst enemy”.
We have all heard that before.
People and emotions, drives us crazy.
Finding happiness, we can’t afford.
Excuses, we get tired of hearing it
until we come up with our own.
Treating people they way you want to be treated
is an overstatement
when you realize the devil’s power is underestimated.
Prison is hell, but church is where the demons are most active.
Too sad that people have to keep it on safety because it’s a cold world.
The fruit was forbidden and it is written.
The sin that expose the consequence, so we have to perish and we still don’t listen and God continues to punish.
Pastors are hypocrites, Teachers are pedophiles, Parents are deadbeats, Churches are filled with gossip, politicians are corrupted.
Money turns the humble into false prophets.
Money over pussy, but it’s really pussy over family.
I seen niggas die over pussy, either in the form of an STD or by a bullet.
We shoot and take a life through the form of abortions.
The unborn don’t get the chance to get placed in a coffin.
Poor choices is the reason crying babies are thrown in the garbage,
just rotting or eaten by hungry rodents.
Or we allow the embryo to become a fetus and turn into deadbeat parents and run away from responsibility.
Stability is a long reach like the journey it took for Odysseus to reach home.
It’s hard to do right, its easy to do wrong.
Upon our sight, hell is where we belong.
We are exposed to danger like an electrical box,
without a ground wire.
Hell is an imagination, brimstone and fire.
Hell is earth so what can be worst?
Why did Lucifer exist in the first place?
Don’t answer that, don’t think too deep,
but think about this,
Why does racism exist?
Why does sexism exist?
To be honest, I don’t care why either exist
or how and why it happened
but what’s the addiction, whats the attraction?
Did this type of hate and discrimination appear out of no where like magic?
Is this being taught in every generation?
A parent’s satisfaction is to teach their children to abhor another human of a different complexion that was created from God’s image.
God makes no mistake, but yet we get mad over pre- existing creations that’s beyond the human comprehension.
When the opposite complexion perish, in private we are celebrating.
How can you call yourself A Man of God if you are racist?
How many Christians in this world do you think are racist?
Now answer this; how many Christians do you think are hypocrites?
How many Christians in this world do you think are sexist?
After reading the previous two lines, do you understand the connection?
It be the dedicated Christians that are most judgmental.
In this world, sometimes we feel like everybody is against you
when you have the skin color that attracts violence towards you from your own people.
Civil war in our own neighborhoods.
We hear gunshots in our own neighborhood.
We see drug deals in our own neighborhood.
The dragon cause havoc on the black youth.
From ages 12 – 24, victimization is most active like a volcano.
The mortal combat dragon is alive and his tongue slides across these young faces.
This tongue is not from a puppy, this tongue wipes the innocence out of the young black faces.
Imagine the depiction, a God like being in the purest form,
but a mortal God that contaminate a immortal soul. So this God like being can conform
to play a hoax on a mortal’s eye.
Hell upon our sight, hell is where we belong.
Here we go again and back and fourth with the same bullshit.
A portrait of Aaliyah; I feel ashamed and yet disappointing.
An enemy identified as my own kind as I stare in the mirror.
Black is my favorite color but yet, it’s a shadow
that’s categorized as a criminal according to the juror.
It shadows the light and it’s a step behind.
Like a bat, brave in cave of darkness, but blind when light strikes.
Light makes the bat sensitive, so we strike out without even swinging.
Verdicts are unfair and one sided, but yet we increase the murder rate by killing each other.
From Lucifer leading the demons that speak to the white man’s conscience, that have the power to make blacks eliminate each other like wrong obvious answers on a multiple choice test.

Poem Duet(Should I Write A Poem)

Tiffanee’s Verse:

I Should Write a Poem

I should write a poem about how my life is about to change
I should write a poem about how I won’t have as much money to my name
I should write a poem about living on my own
I should write a poem about how I’m grappling with living alone
I should write a poem about the thousands of lists that I’ve generated
I should write a poem about the constant thoughts that my brain are penetrated with
I should write a poem about how I’m becoming a big girl
I should write a poem about this how it is to be in the real world
I should write a poem about how sometimes I can’t sleep
I should write a poem about how I wonder how I will eat
I should write a poem about how this change may cause me stress
I should write a poem about how little things that were once big I’ll care for less
I should write a poem about how this next step will make me strong
I should write a poem about how I’ll prove any of my doubters wrong
I should write a poem about how any negative thoughts I have are plain petty
I should write a poem about how in this moment I’m ready

 

David’s Verse:

You Should

With God’s help
You should write a poem.
With God’s help
You should make it really long.
With God’s help
You should recite to me your poem.
With God’s help
You should have the power to turn it into a lovely song.
With God’s help
You should not have to worry about making it on your own
because the road your taking, I plan to come along.
With God’s help
You should accomplish everything on your to do list.
With God’s help
You should allow your reality evolve from a wish.
With God’s help
You should be proud that you are more than a big girl.
With God’s help
You should be proud for being a woman in this real world.
With God’s help
You should be comfortable enough to sleep.
With God’s help
You should be blessed for having the hunger to help you to eat.
With God’s help
You should be able to accomplish what’s next.
With God’s help
You should have the power to co-exist with stress.
With God’s help
You should be able to remain strong.
With God’s help
You should not worry about when you do wrong.
With God’s help
You should not worry about proving people wrong.
With God’s help
You should not care about people’s petty judgments.
With God’s help
You should know that a negative thought is only fiction.
With God’s help
You should know that your poem is a dose of reality.
With God’s help
You should know that the dark days are hidden items in a video game
that re-energize your life
With God’s help
You should know that you’ll never die,
since he provide eternal life,
so when it’s your time and he calls upon,
be ready

Poem Duet (A conversation about money)

David’s Verse:

“Money creates the most stress in life.
Currency is needed to stay current
because of lack of funds
have the power to make your character old fashion.
Goals to achieve in life is a huge attraction
like NYC skyscrapers and a Garden City mansion“.

 

Tiffanee’s Verse:

“Money forces reality to hit as the real status of the bank account sits.
Seeing the paycheck received lights up every twinkle in your eye. But the responsibility coming your way there’s no choice but, to kiss it goodbye.
The rent is due, groceries need to be bought, that car you drive every day needs to be paid. $500 to your name and you forgot about the dinner plans you made with your friend that day.

Dreams of a comfortable life: roof over your head, food to eat, job you like.
Sometimes money problems cause a lot of strife in life.
You worry you can’t maintain the old life you once lived, the new things going on changes you.
You realize really quick that you ain’t no fool.
You wisen up on how to save, all those money decisions you used to make aren’t necessarily craved.

Money can be the root of all evil but, if used wisely maybe it can be for good.
Tight binds, scheduled payments it can keep you on track. Life will always have it’s challenges but, at least managing money will prepare you for that.”

 

David’s Verse:

“Money changes character
like a leaf that can change a color.
Personalities become foul like a strong odor
from the zoo.
Money is the root of all evil, this is old news.
Money is needed to build more churches and better schools,
but it’s spend in the hood buying weed to look cool.
Never a balance, the broke has low self esteem,
the rich is arrogant.
Almost impossible to find that perfect balance.
How do you find the right amount of confidence?
There is a science to this madness called crime.
Lack of currency, scrilla, paper, or however you wanna phrase it, increases the murder rate.
But an abundance of this material that cause evil
have the ability to not only change personality, but to change physical shape of our bodies.
Asses and breast pop up like pop ups on computer screens.
Tattoos and piercings cover our bodies,
rappers in unison in public have the environment looking like a prison yard.
Life is always hard, but remember money make people appear out of nowhere like magic.
People will begin to follow and stalk on you, you are a target and your followers are on stealth mode.
Compliments, hugs and kisses don’t mean shit, when money is in your pocket.
This is a cold world when pocket full of money, so keep a gun nearby and keep it off safety.”

 

A Story of How I Almost Gave Up

Late night, reminiscing of times before I knew you exist.
I came a very very long way, lessons I will never forget.
Painful moments was regrets, but eventually turned to lessons.
I know more now compared to back then, but still have unanswered questions.
Life is short like abbreviations, a fast paced world as my mind advances.
Lives are the doors and over the years I walked from door to door.
I was a salesman that knocked on them, usually the door remained closed or only opened for a few seconds.
A lot of rejections and even though that comes with the business of being a salesmen,
my confidence, I started to question.
Feet was tired from walking, sweet honest words I was tired of speaking.
Even though I was selling a dream, I wasn’t robbing them for money, I was stealing their attention, trying to give them the whole world in a moment.
But yet I was failing, usually by landslide, but at times I came close to passing.
The closer I came to passing,  the more I complained when I faced rejection.
So I know a heartbreak probably hurts 10 times more when breakups happen so close to the wedding.
Still a lot more attractive houses left, but I took a break and rested my feet.
I changed my approach and use devil techniques.
I did whatever it took to satisfy my needs.
Lies wasn’t something I was proud of but I wanted to satisfy my needs by any means.
So because I focused on the currency, telling them what they wanna hear was the cheat.
I did get better results, needs was satisfied, but yet why did success feel overrated?
Was it because I was cheating?
At first I thought hard work was overrated, but quickly learned success is overrated 
when you make it through life by cheating.
So I was a robot going through the process, I become emotionless.
But then I found your door, knocked on it, and it was wide open.
I thought to myself, maybe I’m a just fool trying to impress another person 
or your the fool that’s a victim of a selfish man requirement.
But what was different was I was invited in and now it’s  two years later and still haven’t left.
I’m nice and comfortable and got a tour of the inside.
The furniture and decorations, now this is love at first sight.
The door is closed behind me, but the key to the outside still visible upon my eye sight.
I don’t know what’s the best decision to make now for a better future,
but all of my rejections was previous lessons that made me much wiser.
Now the key that’s visible, you can unlock the door and let me back out
Or we  can dwell together in this house forever.
I hope you make the right decision after reading this letter,
And if you do, I promise you to give you the world in every moment, forever.

Devil’s Politics

Devils politics

Technology and musical instruments

Artist perform and articulate lyrics

that help build their image

but destroy human population.

Women became thots and bitches

Symbolized as sex images

Sexual conduct is promoted

and girls are idolizing

the artists and videos

on television

and becoming sex objects

A bad bitch, a gangsta bitch

a baby momma and a diva.

We glorify these sexual personas

Gain friends and popularity

through the use of weed smoking.

That loud, that reefer, that purple haze,

orange kush

Different slang name, but it all does the same

damage in the brain.

Cells leaking out the head like semen

which leading women to abortion clinics,

children being neglected and a growth of single parents.

Husband and Wife is conservative.

Baby momma and Baby daddy is the alternative

and over the years it became repetitive.

Shit sometimes a life is created out of a situationship

since marriage is damn near facing extinction.

Marriage is the bald eagle.

Situationship is the pigeon that shit on relationships like car windows.

Peak inside the window at a isolated area

and you’ll see weed smoke and foggy windows.

Foggy windows could be viewed on porn sites.

The site that turns making love into a foreign concept.

Regular intercourse we overrate for focusing only on the body

instead of the intimacy.

The bonding hormone released at orgasm is released during masturbation ,when no one is present

so the bonding hormone we was all blessed with, stop having it’s effect.

Now privacy and safety is at risk and exposed to children

for falling victims to sexual offenders

and a quarter of teenagers been bullied through the internet or texting

and a select few have participated in sexting.

Devils strategy is to create a false sense of reality.

Schemed demonology mislead population strategically.

Evil rarely detectable, its defined as a malicious tactic in stealth mode like a fighter plane.

Devils is the president that’s winning

every election

and fallen angles are the corrupted politicians in the house of Congress

utilizing musical instruments and technology.

Comment below if you can think of ways how music and technology affect society?

Gossip Is Destructive

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Gossip is a cancer that spreads like chicken pox.

 

Like a fever it burns, nasty like filthy socks.

 

Fills the air like a penis inside a woman’s tight vagina
and it spreads wider and wider 
like a forest fire.

 

Without a knock on the door, it comes uninvited.
Not at all shy, disrupts quietness like a riot.

 

Boisterous  as the crowd on TimeSquare on New Years Eve.

 

It get passed around like the blame and guilt 
towards Eve.

 

Slither like a serpent searching for a servant

 

to work like a  slave in ancient Egypt building pyramids.

 

Gossip starts off in hiding places like bushes that protects caterpillars.

 

But the disguise comes to light and flies around freely like butterflies 

 

  
Exposing itself to the public to kill a person’s image slowly like HIV.

 

It sneaks and form conspiracies 
like Julius Cesar’s advisory.

Brute is(Brutus) the force to conquer the weak and gullible to complete it’s mission. 
Gossip  is a tool that distracts a person from responsibilities and attracts a fool to somebody else’s business.