Poetic Memoire of Illustrious Da Poet

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

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 Lik

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

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 missi

Through the bloody fields entwined around the dead bodies We soon no longer hear the cries We soon can no longer feel the tries Thru Haiti’s cries that’s slowly shedding onto sighs The air is filled with vacant reverberations Due to all of our lost they say it’s a voodoo castration That left us impaired according to the nation Now tell me,,, will they maintain to heal us as foreign inpatients Or will they get impatient, and say again, GO BACK U DAMN HAITIANS My name illustrious and this is just an ILLUSTRATION What is this world is cumin to? If not now u betta START keeping ur psalms behind u and ur book of revelations in front of u Cuz u will never knw when its ur time when god will call upon u I can imagine the death stench That mimics that passed souls, in the atmosphere inch by inch I wasn’t there, so I can only cry you a lip synch lost daughters SCATTERED IN CONTAMINATED WATERS lost sons in da streets with guns lost mothers whose hearts has been smothered wi