A rainy afternoon

Each drop from the rain arrives
as spontaneously as meetings of different lives
as lush with beauty
as the energy needed to bring power to our springs

The hour of telling stories
is fitting as the show told in tales
that never gets old or stale

Welling with tears
the sky cries
Spells of rain dances and changing tides
Rhythm fell down on a dance
sounding a written trance
so lively it seemed to be a dangerous entrance
bound likes books we would look to for exams
and their requirements

Writing to cement permanence
while residing in an increasingly water like state of transience
the words of a character
lost among the costs and chatter of other matters
found many voices of honor

A rainy afternoon
is a wondrous fuel
for writers, readers, rappers, listeners and singers

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It was no ordinary night

What if it was the first day of another life
It was no ordinary night
when you discovered that you learned how to write

Sights spent on textual rhythms
multiplied momentum in expressions
in tandem with your ears to hear
the melodies of life’s progression.
The morning you wrote the addendum
chapters after giving in to all-nighters
Tall heights can be reached
language is not always used to teach, but can be
irreversible is your tumbling fall
into ever quickening patterns
discerned to be your calling
as the light in a lantern burning with energy
as to give the right aroma
for your turn in the symphony

The cyphers usually gather in the evening.

It was no ordinary night of poetry
your soul was opened
took flight and caressed heights of expansion
despite looking in the wrong direction
and having a ransom on your entire collection
an opened Pandora’s box
of hip hop hitting the block at full speed
as if in redemption for time’s when we wouldn’t read
Finding rhymes in the blessed minds
of many different countries and communities
culture is still a holder of the wealthy
bringing skills like a king or peasant on the hill
Remedies for the lyrically ill
for the spiritually filled, unfilled
and those in need of constantly refilling

Well, oh well the thirst quenched by
the instrumental movement of water
is an immense story to tell.
Without drinking in,
the body would be under the spell of an evil jinn.
Yet some strike, with values over a life
in an attempt to bring truth to light

like Filipino Climate Chief Yeb Saños’ hunger strike
like nights with midnight lamps burning
like making friends through philosophy writing venues
like daily treks on buses, cars, bikes
like the blues
continue on
to return again at the open mics
value sharing our position on/in life
continue on

AS WE ARE(will have to do-

AS WE ARE(will have to do-

Disaster in Philippines to Vietnam
Millions turned to aid workers overnight
stay calm, salam (is peace and hello)
what we need most is fighting against our woes
“we”pods recording our shows exposed in exhibits
paid rewards in freestyles/to make smiling writers fidget
no longer classifying information by digits
or tid bits of data
rather defy all odds, by playing social justice
like a high priest with wisdom from Gods
that watch over us as we sleep
Changing philosophy to concern with calories over salaries
cooking recipes of reciprocity
after respectfully processing in, digestively
the inner running systems colorful as cans of hominy
more energy for the poetry factory
with the motto of
“freedom, justice, and equality”
where these individuals walk
the universe and universities are following
u-n-I verse in many different cities
in different backgrounds
of harmonic and dissonant melodies
despite the malaise of societies abilities to deal with tragedies
Malaysians may have been saved from typhoon Haiyan
but we all feel the pain from San Marcos to Iran

a pathway of walking

Meet emcees in your city
and read their poetry
to take a look into a society
testimonies of their philosophy
can be very interesting
and sometimes
(with or without rhymes) surprising
other lives create a social being
vocally speak to each of these unique entities

Listen to the wisdom of someone put in a different position & frequency
frequently they can be found
sounding words at open mics
around curbs at musical sites
at funerals with eulogies of a life
at celebrations of a birth in the night

All of us should enjoy the ability to read and write
The whole world has not yet learned how to type
Regardless, send messages forth and back
despite being tapped
bend and contort perception
as the world changes your reactions
the habitat needs your adaptation

A wise owl standing on a post
waited on us, with a trust so very close
that we eventually had to make the most
Toasting to times we see such a kind host of integrity
climb carrying an entire family
like a bright moon casting
light for a pathway of walking

No one, knows about Persian Cats

I keep my style changing like immigrant refugees assimilating
the war on Islam has been increasing
the 1st lesson is always audience but their sleeping
so throw out the sink of what you think is doubt
drinking the world’s oil by the mouth of us
trust in giving friends some books
the world is run by crooks
and we cannot read the fine print of what they took
inequality takes food from what we would cook

looking into the language of poetry

selfishness is a dish best served to oneself
which is bad for your health
be giving about all else
living to achieve loving all cells
like a book off the shelf
it’s been years since passages of time made our rhymes fearless
again back to selfishness
it is the motto of the ages
get yours, I got mine Jack
while his are the poor stacked in cages
for sale at the front door
literally breaking chains
with literacy stimulating inner city & country plains
the brain is the terrain most unexplained
currency couldn’t hold a flame
to the highly specialized
desire for better not more

I am from where American embassies
have been under siege since the 70’s
Gangster rap was before ww3
more hardcore than any acting mc
it stands for manufactured consent
repenting to the God of currency was unworthy

While our freestyles empower residences in communities
others have broken down, suicide bombers drowned in a decade of sounds
democratic experiments consumed by large crowns
to whom it concerns
The Persian underground professor
is Hickhas
No one
Knows about Persian Cats