Poetic Memoire of Illustrious Da Poet

I AM KNOCKING GOD. And please answer your door Let me in ,, like u have before This road has become too much to bore On ur front porch god its worth standing for I have fallen, and no one is here to pick me up Sometimes I feel like the devil has his ways to set me up Im in thirst for ur love, please pour it in my cup I will not rest until its filled all the way up No one is here to wipe my tears No one is here to lend both ears Trials and tribulations has reappear And I need you to appear and remain near No shoulders what so ever to lean on, I need u to come on And shine ur light upon Here on   and forever on I AM KNOCKING GOD, I see u in there Answer ur door, and come up off of ur chair I need you to rid all of my despair Walk on air,, wear and tear what ever u do I NEED U HERE Please push aside the curtains so I can see ur faith I need u right now and not yesterday Not tomorrow, I need u today Right this minute I say I AM KNOCKING GOD, and I can feel u in there I have no choice

I’m on the Inside ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Looking Outside Watching,,, the whole world collide Underneath the thundering skies ,currently,,,  Darfur Genocide Haiti’s always on T.V yall, I thought revolution would not be televised While Brazil is defined as the nation’s largest under aged sex paradise Healthcare crisis, Child transvestites While pimps manage to deceive overdeveloped minors under the city night lights Natural disasters, budget cuts,, and don’t forget the anti Christ Child soldiers with their blanket to their left and their Battle Rifle to their right South China braces for deadly typhoons When almost every night seems like the full phase of the moon Biological warfare sprinkle from meteorological balloons Freedom is declining yall, so stay tune Police brutality Fucked up world of Illuminati’s Crack head babies, screaming mommy don’t turn ur back to me HIV and GUN violence goes head to head on these city streets While abortions are advertising on yellow pages sheets

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