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.