Monday, June 27, 2011

Double G Mic V.

Remembrance is the goal of the precocious.
They are
sensitive, susceptible, and willing to walk the path of least resistance, 
yet prepared to damn the world to hell. 
Perturbed by congenial coaxing, 
their voices speak aloud as if thousands of years have never passed.
They are told 
creation is a figurative gesture, 
and that their souls, 
can only be saved by the hand of mammon.
Sit and weep precocious mind
for the wax tablet melts away in the flickering flame.

Tha Yung Artist As Villian

Tha Streetz Talkin'

YUNG BOGEY

Friday, June 24, 2011

As I Stand Staring


I don't want to make superficial Poetry.
 Especially,
if the 
illusions, 
idioms, 
and similes
don't capture or express my life experiences. 
 Poetry is a platform. 
A means to an end;
like
a wood chopper uses an axe to chop down a tree, 
I aim 
to use my Poetry
to create. 
To articulate and express 
poignant ideas, 
visions, and sentiments.
...  
I seek and work toward expressing a deeper human consciousness,
even if the representation is simple and crude.
... 
The goal is to capture and express life better than other art forms can. 
...
The end is the product, 
the means is the time, 
effort, 
emotion, 
vocalization, 
will and wit.

Look Up to the Sky

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ode to the Silent Hero

Let the vultures have their way and eat all the flesh off of my bones,
this was the day they were waiting for. 
---
Their tongues to my flesh, will not be satisfying. 
The meat, will not be tender. 
---
I die, because it is in my nature to do so, 
they scavenge, because it is in theirs to do so.
---
Bones picked clean, my remains display
that
I
once was. 
---
Stomachs full, 
they will never know,
what they ate.