Poetic Memoire of Illustrious Da Poet

U was too young son to throw ur hat in the ring Fighting like a soldier ,with everything to conquer anything U contravene, although they kept you quarantined 25 years, and then pouf then   your gone Now, how am I suppose to move on Now tell me how the show is suppose to go on When it still remain dark in the mist of the dawn 2009 the fifth day, of the seventh While I watch u smile and struggle your heart beginning to   leaven U left and caught the grey hound right straight to heaven wishing that you can win the battle once again Or Be born again With Your loss we will forever suffer your royal pain I’m not gonna just keep you mentally alive As if you’re an archive I admired your strife You were larger than life I still pray for you at bedtime I still wish I could of giving you some of my enzyme And maybe you might have had a longer lifetime At least you would of been here at this point of time Every body has their time god needed an angel and it was u that had to go He needed ...

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 ch...

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 sh...

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...