Def poetry #8

I pray thanks for the glory of the day

the silent sunrise subtle in ways

undefined by human thought

there are bigger things at hand than

the lifespan of man

and ever ceaseless our efforts continue

I retreat constantly back into my own head

plagued with thoughts of dread

of who i am

and who i will become-

humble beginnings to tough to define

the roots of this tree of the life

the fruits of which are hesitantly beginning

to spite the cold hours i keep at night

dragging

nicotine into my lungs.

I'm a selfless entity swirled with thoughts

of self doubt and love lost

or maybe i've just lost the will to fill

the void

toyed with the ideas of moving past a boy

and into a man

Definnate

is definitions in nate

but also the definites of what's innate

defining nate has come to be a much larger portion on

a smaller plate

and i find the best way to cope is sit and wait

rest peacefully with my thoughts.

the own conceptions of the perceptions

i put out are more than common deceptions

hell bent on a life without-

certain sides of me

but hiding these prides

turns into inner spite and a tumultuous fight

for insight into what i wish to be each night.

giving up on giving in

is a small step to begin,

but letting go feels so slow

and is so painful im not sure

it's where i want to go.

this deserted path affirms that i am alone

but through the sidewalks of mind, spirit, and life

i casually stroll

for as i digest the impending fears

of years from now into the decisions i make

I'm freaking out.

This life is pregnant

on the verge of infancy

the swollen tired breasts of a mother

provide no solace in her weary walk

measurements of months

seem to small a time frame

to paint this picture right.

review the sunset in my rearview mirror

and i glimpse a clearer picture

of the road that I'm on.

for to deny the existence of such pure beauty

is a denial of love.

But always looking back

attacks the road above.

aerodynamics of my appendages prevent flight

but i think I'm ready to step from the nest

and see what wind catches these wings.

and catches my breath.

Def Poetry #7

I'm cold,

And I'm sold

On the proposition

To change positions

Transition for more heat.

The chills in my feet

Release when I touch mine to your toes.

Wrapped snug in this sweet hug

I never want to break.

And if this whole world ended right now I would not shake

With fear,

I'd just lie here and wipe your tears

Hold you so close and whisper in your ear:

I love you dear.

My feelings to mature

Making both of our emotions unsure

And it's unsettling how this is all a blur.

The past happened so fast

And I pray that it will last

Before I relapse

In the gaps of space and mind

The pace of time is to fast

I can't find solace in this draft-

drafty air.

I don't need you, but I want you there.

Hold my fingers

And linger your warm stare

Across my eyes.

Remember when we just lied in bed all day,

And when you left I was afraid.

Because I think you took something with you

That should have stayed

And now I've strayed

From the path that allowed for it all to be okay.

I promised I'd never hurt you

You said never say never

And I guess it depends on the whether

Or whether or not this will fall away like a feather

from a bird.

Cause I don't think it's up to me

My role in this isn't promising

And I'm scared-

But I think that they're

Right.

It's hard for me to understand how this will all be alright

and it's only okay now cause I'm learning to accept it outright.

I miss the morning breath left

From the kisses at night

And the way your lips slip

When you sigh.

I've never been more comfortable.

Serenity in your body next to me

the silence, just like speaking pervasively

sends communications that we're persuasively

involved and I think that a while ago I

resolved to not dissolve in this type of thing

But neither of us went looking for it and it still is happening

I think

That perhaps we're both confused

Because, while it seems like choice, neither of us had time or anything to choose.

And the sound of voice is abused

We're not just being mutually used

But I'm frightened that I'm already bruised.

This peach pit planted

By other hands is expandin

Cautiously now for like a rubber band it

could snap.

I would break if our friendship were caught in a trap

with no escape.

But what is there to do?

Deny the feeling and move on through

Try to forget that it feels like it's true

I try not to regret but I think I stepped to soon

It's hard when you don't know what to do,

Inexperience with your legs shakin

this whole thing escalating

Makes you swoon,

I feel like I must have been dreaming that afternoon.

I think and sink my heart heavy

I knew that this was a dream

to good for the levy's not to break

for the beams of wood holdin back the flood

we're built in age and not in love.

I had never felt a lot of feelings.

Until those nights staring at stars on my ceiling

Our conversations peeling away at the facade

to promenade in something that finally felt real.

I will only continue to feel.

Again but only I fear as friends.

Unless this dream has come to an end

And reality has unwittingly stepped in.

I think now it's a dream,

But I sleep with no remorse,

dreaming hopes of someday again feeling the first verse.

I'm cold,

And I'm sold

On the proposition

To change positions

Transition for more heat.

The chills in my feet

Release when I touch mine to your toes.

Wrapped snug in this sweet hug

I never want to break.

And if this whole world ended right now I would not shake

With fear,

I'd just lie here and wipe your tears

Hold you so close and whisper in your ear:

I love you dear.

Def Poetry #6

Where have all the prophets gone?

A burning bush

and a final push

spurning interpretation of the swoosh

of the wind.

Inferences kept in

society steps in.

To stoke that fire of fear

it's clear that there is no longer room here

for the emergence of a seer.

These days of instant communication

make distant the room shakin insights

to the powers that be.

Revelry in false prophets

meant only to make profits

in keeping peoples minds

and taxing the real life

they drop it-

and set that ball rolling down the hill

on a crash course to fill

the chalice of social palace

enforcing beliefs to spill with malice

Hate speech on what used to reach

Our inner beings.

Where have all the prophets gone?

In this world of instantaneous gratification

I hurl the hope of spontaneous inspiration

choke on this thought of exclamation

of salvation.

Maybe each one of us is divine.

If we focus hard enough the water is wine

but then why?

Can't we relate?

Hate instead of innate understanding

communicate that grace

that is felt when you meet eye to eye with someone else's face.

These ties and bonds are strong

in the simplicity of why it's wrong

to murder and steal

for we all feel the weight at the end of the day,

bearing the burdens we take to our graves

and each one of our shoulder blades

struggle to hold our fates.

Difference is in the eye of the beholder.

But if we all shoulder a different mind set

I think we could find that

we're really all the same.

Different regions and cultures

preachin the others are vultures

instead of sharing in the sultries of this brotherhood of man

Perhaps the difference in game plan

is because they exist in different lands

sifting different sands

but through that same pan searching for gold

we're sold on the stories we're told.

But stop and think for a second.

Contextualize their evidence

and you'll find relevance in your own.

For the same tones

are found in every time zone

sharing ideals for a good life

put down the knife and dagger

stagger your ego and flow

with the wave of spirit

you can hear it echo

from all corners of this world.

Where have all the prophets gone?

Muhammad of the Qur'an

still speeds on

but it's time to turn a new dawn.

Revelation in today's society

tends to be seen in temptation for notoriety

piety is weak and the meek inherit

nothing in the words they fail to speak.

We're reaching the end of choice

a unifying voice

must puncture this void and exploit

the technology at hand

A new message is in desperate

need to set free man

from the shackles that band him to loathe

anyone who can't feed 5000 with two loaves

Or those that believe in the one who can.

Open our hearts mind spirit and soul

so that we may empty out what was full

and replace it with the spirit of the dove

All of the prophets preached love.

Where have all the prophets gone?

Def Poetry #5

I stagger back in awe.

Simple matters stacked with withdrawal symptoms.

I'm worried I will fall.

Tripped over tied shoelaces

Left up into dried new places

Parched.

For a cool cool glass of rationality

I sit dejected from my peers.

Never ejectin that tape that got me here

introspection rejects rather than accepts my fears

and I lay to wast and suspect the coming years

of falling short.

I've not yet lost it

But negative thoughts progress like a leaky faucet

Drip, after drip.

Into the wash basin of mind,

a battle that finds me exhausted.

Tired but not beaten

For my third eye has been peekin

This whole time and I'm done eating

my words and self doubts

helpless to nothing i resolve to shout!

From the top of my lungs

I've hung myself on the top shelf

and as this self portrait grows complete

I pray thanks for the help.

For each personality impacts me personally

and this realization has been quite uplifting-

sifting through interactions

understand internalized reactions

that alter my preconceived actions

I'm done with these negative distractions.

Get the suitcase darlin, and start packin.

For this train is leaving the station,

all aboard and tickets please

this rickety self conception

hypocrisy to the outward perception

has left me to my own deceptions

But those thoughts are left waiting

as i ride this train to another destination

of understanding.

To perceive and believe are two separate things.

Reality checks in makes you come clean

wrecks in to take your dreams.

So you have to turn the two into one

cut the separation put faith in the sun

that it will rise again

so you can size up the life you're in

and begin again

to get your dreams back.

If you focus hard enough the whole world will conspire to help you.

So they say.

But this conspiracy theory of determination

leaves me to perspire in aspiration

to solve these equations,

even when I'm met with this frustrations

I don't regret or forget the tribulation

but accept and let in the explanation

that it's okay.

That it is okay.

Things may become great

but while we wait

know that it will never really be all that bad

what you have will be okay.

Def Poetry #4

I am not defined by the status symbol of my life.
Rather, the perceptions I've chosen to hold
The deceptions of what's sold
Are inherent in the stories told.

But with the cards I've been dealt, I must fold.

As I walk the brick pavement
stressing the payments i must make-
I take a breath and reflect.
Thoughts interject
of a rose that has begun to wilt
The role of the earth's tilt
and the sun that spilt
It's UVA's elsewhere.

This axis taxes the dichotomy
of this family tree's free opinion
isn't free it's an O pinned on the fridge
setting the mind and values that bridge the gap
of a childs creative thought
into a creative drought
bought by the parents percieved beliefs
in the apparent structue of needs to create
the ideal being.

Seeing is believing.

And from the first breath of life
the clay mind is molded
by the hands that hold it
thoughts unfolded
forever from the stories they told it
Freedom of thought?
they already sold it.

The eroded brain can't complain
until faced with facts it can't explain
Nurture over nature is just another phrase for
imprinting the brain with future doubts
in conflicting perceptions of what's in and what's out-
Side the four sided container
is a retainer to refrain her from
an Open Mind.

Choice,

Only comes when we separate the voice
that left the these ties to try
to answer why,
we think the way we do.

Freedom Of Speech!

Can only reach
the depths that we allow
Teach a vocabulary of
renditions to definition now
that enable interpretation of conversation.
Words unheard of
disengage the herd from the shepard
The common leper can advance if he
takes that last slow dance
with the dictionary
non-fiction varies
the imagination from reality.
But what's real to me is what I perceive
and I believe-
That and expanded vocaulary handed
to the poor and weary
will bring about a tributary.

Collected water from the river that flows.

Eclipsed entrance into the world is defined by knowledge.
It's cliche this modern thought of college,
these universities universalizing the
thought that education should not
be free.

Words Are Powerful.

They enable the mind
to escape the barriers of the brain
to explain and express that pain.
I digress, not in shame
but hopeful that this game
will end.
Assonance my friend.
Vowel sounds so profound
that they compound into a higher meaning

Never cease to learn,
let that fire burn and let your mind churn.
Think and sink to the brink
of the ends of this planet.
For truth has already planned it
out a route to bring about
a higher level I revel
in the interplay of quip and wit
and the words that follow it.

Words Are Powerful.

Def Poetry #3

I feel re-used
By the same sights
I see.
Day in and Day out
Therapeutical Snooze
to change what I perceive
But I walk blindly and
am Finding

That.

I can't control everything.
I can control me
But fuck censorship
Roll freely as a tide
feel the spirit of this side of the debate
inside of nate
Waging war over
My tortured brain.
to explain the decisions
with precisions
to refrain from certain
thoughts wrought and
brought out from doubts
within state of being.
I'm in the state of
seeing, I can't wait
to be pleasing my
inner thoughts decieveing
things i sought.

You ought,
to understand that it is okay.

It's a safe bet to know you may
never know and just cause you
licked your finger doesn't mean you
can tell where the wind blows.

But kites will still fly.
and the leaves leave the branches of the trees taking chances
on life.
They flitter down to the soil toiling
in the breeze a pot of water boils somwhere
someones sneezed but the leaves decompose.
And from the fertile remains a seed will grow
and in these domains photosynthesis
has no apprentices, master of it's trade
made to appreciate the sun ray, coy inter-
play like ivy on a vine ensnare my mind.
And this plant metaphor is done.

Def Poetry #2

The silence explodes around me
My ear drums beat the heart's rhythm
and the blood is pumping.
through enlarged veins drunk on wine.
from left to right I sway.

In the name of God they proclaim
the winner of the arm wrestling match
Fair games seem odd to explain
the sinners warm tressels spat.

And in shame we all walk away.
for their God beat up mine.

Not literally, they just shouted louder than me,
prouder than me, to tout their shrouted God,
in the hours that be. It's hard for me
To relate in this ornate ordeal-
I feel that this cannot be real-
When we were younger it didn't matter
God was God and no one splattered
any blood or tears we just existed
lifted away in our ignorance.
Is this bliss pissed away as I stumble home?
Think back to the roots from where we come
Unstrap the boots that wear away at our legs when we run

For we have forgotten socks.

And this sturdy footing gets uncomfortable.
Absurdly putting certainty in things as subtle-
ly as we can.
The only one one hundred percent certainty is there is no truth.
Prevail! Prevail!
Faith.
Have faith, don't discriminate.

Def Poetry #1

Do you start with a topic or just drop it?
Find a way to sneak around and cop it?
Or do you just lock it?
Keep it all stuffed back and pretend you lost it?
Is it necessary to pop it?
Burst it all it till you’re afraid you can’t stop it?
Send it to me like a slice of beef and Ill chop it

These emotional devotional and time tested promotional thoughts
Sought to bring out the inner being
take a back seat while I adjust to what I’m seeing.

Is it better out or in
is there doubt without sin
or do I have to begin again?

Cause I’ve lost track of what im getting at
like when we declared war on iraq?
Sorry dude no retakes this is a demo track
recorded for three dollars and 27 cents

Is it money well spent if none can hear it?
Are the words even worth it if none fear it?
This air is getting foggy allow me to clear it.

Take a deep breath,
put your hands on the wheel,
and steer it

Back to that familiar ground of your hometown
recognize the sounds of your surroundings
Feel your heart pounding
like it used to when you were rounding that last bend
Catch a glimpse of an old friend
hope you get to see it all again
before this all ends?

Def Poetry #0

To preface this, this poem was my first foray into Def Poetry and I performed this at camp.

Unstrap the shackles of your mind.
Get out of your head and you'll find
The world ain't black you were just blind.

Escape away into my rhymes
which are all designed
to wed- the dreams from bed
into reality we choose to shed.
Like snake skin into a new body
we're shakin now cause its not a hobby
we're comfortably
with.

I wish that this
Will explain the rift
between time and reason
and all the signs of seasons
changing
is just the world rearranging
the water
so the seeds will grow
in the hotter places we'll never go
change the paces in cultures we'll never know
It's funny though,

How words are insights into our brain
Communicating things we can't explain
through motion
like the ocean evaporates into rain
and how the happy emotions dissapate into pain
deviate until we're sane
and can reestablish all of our gains
so we can cut the losses
bogged down by bosses
work us til we're exhausted
but in the end its worth it to come back confident
that this life is a constant.

Like 60 seconds in a minute:
it's sixty can't spin it
it's been there since the begining
when we created time to commit it
daylight to the world spinnin
providin sunshine so we can keep livin
and keep givin
build eachother up
so we can reach the threshhold limit

Of our life.

Manage the stresses and strifes
and realize that it will all be alright
Cause tonight
I find i own the sights
That bind me to the rights
inside me.

And the hand that planned it is ever expandin

Walks behind me
giving gentle nudges to the future
so when i get cut by the judges
the hand stiches the sutures
and wishes renewed for

What?

The wishes renewed
for the nudges and prods
of that hand that guides behind and inside me
is the path of God.

Def Poetry Blog.

I've found a great means of expression in writing def poetry. This blog is meant to share my expression with anyone that is interested. I have decided that I would like to update one or two poems a day and I ask that any feedback be constructive criticism. This form of expression is meant to be performed but can be just a powerful when read. Certain poems may seem to lose fluidity but when they are spoken out loud in the manner that I intend them I assure they make sense. Feel free to comment I would love feedback.