He say he can feel my pain
u see,,, dats the type of shit that drives me insane
he seem to knw when I worry , cuz I don’t complain
and his soul, it’s a bit mundane
he’s a unique nigga that can truly read my heart
he always seem to hit the right spot when eva he shoots his dart
our souls cant maintain whenever we are apart
he can predict my sunshine,, like a meteorologist reading from a weather chart
oh shit that cupid bite ,,, do really sting
after we got caught up ,,,nude ,,,right in the thermal spring
hes now my king , on my right wing
he been told me that itll be more that just a fling
when he speak , we have a substantial conversation
shit neva gets oblique, cuz his love releases all of my frustrations
and u can tell that he neva gets vexed by any type temptations
cuz he says im the only one that have him in deep fascination
he say a QUEEN should neva work, cuz her job is in the home
next to his throne
and when ever I feel ill, he’ll feed me some sea Holm
and if I wanna sneak sum time with him, he definitely gets rid of Tyrone
when he’s around, I swear I can hear my wind chimes
singing to me in a poetic rhyme s
he knows that it gets me all the time
and mos defenitly I aint lying
have u eva had a dream dats so clear as day??
Have u eva had ur questions answered , soon after u prayed??
Have u eva had a regular day, for no reason ,, u get surprised, with a rose bouquet ???
I have,, im in love with this nigga, and im a keep it on replay
keep it on replay
keep it on replay
keep it on replay,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
by illustrious 05.2010
What’s better than sex
That makes your tongue reflex
While expressing all of your interests
Of your feelings that explodes in your nerves’ from your ineptness
Of your soul that your mind and soul just cannot control
Just cant no longer with hold
The utterance of your heart that when it speaks it makes you climax
To the highest impact
That makes your toes and eyes roll back
And the hairs on your back, stands up, just like that,,,,
When my mind don’t direct my heart to write
I can feel my insides ready to put up a fight
It keeps me up all night,
tossing and turning, oh for my pen, I’m painfully yearning
In my mind I’m blowing up like a dynamite
My paper is like my crack
And my pen is like my pipe
My poetry speaks nothing but facts
When my words are like the ultimate fight
And at the same time my style is very sultry
I’ve got to admit I’m addicted to poetry
Or is poetry addicted to me
Because I stay in desperate need
Like a bounded slave,, crying to be set free
Like an over due baby in the womb
Like the anxious
Jesus being held in the tomb
I just write when sometimes it don’t pertains to whom
Give me some more papers because I’m running out of room
I’m running out of room and I gotta express how I feel
that’s the only way that I know I can keep It real
I’ve got to admit I’m addicted to poetry
Or is poetry addicted to me,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
By: illustrious 09
Because his wife lied
And told him to eat the sweet berry pies
He became hook and she remained his resuplier
She is the one that added fuel to the fire
Made all his desires, conspire hotter than the wild fire
He became debilitated she became his medicine
And never not one time he hesitated to dip into her love and while their bliss transcends
Turns to fighting with the bitter end
Oh, don’t blame that woman for all of the cause
Because, u had a chance to stop and take a pause
Although she was pretty, but her kitty was pity, and still u didn’t take a pause , u drained her in as she leaked on u like a soaked gauze
Sorry now I cant cry u a river
No I cant lend u a liver
Because she was marked with the curse that shines so bright like silver
All the wise knew about her history,,, in the neighborhood
She was like a contaminated wind, that blows no one any good
And u started to drift away like a lonely driftwood, and fell for the scent that flows from her contagious firewood
The fool never laugh last
The hungry never pas gas
And the outcast always seems to overcast
She didn’t have a firearm
In fact, it doesn’t mean she was unarm
No one could tell, cuz they were fascinated with her ill charm
While u grieve, she had another affliction conceive
She bereaved Steve, who was deceived by her full lace front weave
And had a ass that was plunk like two ripe cherries that made all the niggas go naive
U can stop it, by just strapping it, before u let bygones be bygones
U don’t wanna be another story on the AIDS marathon
So my message is to always keep ur slip on
I AM SHE
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
The goddess of poetry
No not ERATO! The poetic daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne
I share dreams and intuitions thru expressions of written poetry
And replenish spoken words like Egyptian antiquities
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
Whose dignity was given by queen Nefatari
And Queen of Kemet, who was honored by the Ramsees that ruled the bare land of the African safari
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
The Macedonia Haitian empress
Perfectly designed by gods most famous sculptress
Only to serve one purpose in life, not for beauty but as an influential poetess
She whose presence that seems to illuminate others hearts
Only with her natural essence she’s inspired by many near or far
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
Whose pride was granted by queen Makeda, the queen of Sheba
Who reclaimed that black beauty is a blessing from the motherland AFRICA,
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
Who likes to use her ears for vision
And only need one case of ink as fuel to take u on a private mission
She who is mentally and socially divine by life’s unpredictable manifestations
She who only need a ball point ink and paper to start a quick intellectual masturbation
Followed by a warm concentration
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
Who clangs on history and memory lanes
She who is able to distinguish the realest from the lames, the cans and the cants
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
Who sometimes like to kick on some 4 inch heels, sit back and be real
And expect her nigga to still conquer her royalty after stumbling several hills
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
A mother raising a man
I teach him to shake after u pee and put that dick back in ur pants
I preach to him to cherish every bitch with a part in her pants as if she is that QUEEN straight from the motherland
I am she ILLUSTRIOUS,,
Who’s different from all the others
ILLUSTRIOUS I AM
the number one poetic motherfucker
-POEM BY ILLUSTRIOUS//JUNE 2004
