Back of the mind

Journeys of a thousand steps first took a few
Knocking for a hundred years only to find its right here
You don’t know know what you have till it’s gone and disappeared

Learning from mentors and peers
students, teachers and leaders who path our vessel into piers
turn the gears, months turn into years
I used to always need a joint and beer after working the cashier
She’s gone but I still see many others
Learning how to be a better brother, lover, and discoverer
The treasures are not all already found
put my pressure on making more beautiful sounds
in daily convo, internet forums and blog playgrounds
Bound to stick to something strong enough to tough a rebound
We are on a rise, quick grab on to the tide
In the back of the mind
Memories of a connection to a person that was sublime
intimate
Specifically intricate
measured closeness & tightly knit
Until then staying wrapped in a tool kit
Timely rhymes designed with whit and grit
Fulfilling disciplines so goals commit to stick

Tongues

Tongues can be as powerful as weapons
mouths to let it out
the young see the future and want to shout
determined to plan the outcome even at fallout
some never learn, some learn too well
life on earth is certainly heaven and hell
never seen in between
since peepin whats happening on the scene
Catch me on the corner with other rhymers in my team
Lawyers, engineers and writers of magazines
Freedom fighters with day jobs and dishes to clean
at home, meditate problems as their lifted we solve them
Constant concentration to gift this present shift in momentum
Come get some
One taught another about why we breathe with our stomach
One man, One vote is not what we got in this Republic
Election campaigns painfully protrude into public like puppets

It’s pretty difficult to talk politics and not insult
open wounds of my nation only get more salt
the leaders are pointing fingers and fault

Thank god for tongues
and that which we will do to have done
some fun, but mostly work by the ton

Shine brighter than the sun
Louder than a gun
soaking up life like a sponge
-from Mr. John Tabrizi,
your son in this family

Summer Projects

Projects are already lined up for the summer
Difficult work orders that require one to lumber
myself, I plan to take a stand to wake out of a slumber
to reach full potential takes characters and numbers
analysis in how it all fits, not a newcomer
just getting stronger
eating what makes one suffer for supper
nothing too late at night
Sleeping through dreams bares no insight
I rather not be scared and fight
and write like the strange delight of subconscious
range from having aim to complete nonsense
In a sense, everything goes down to a tense
time is more valuable than cents
yet this is what we have used to measure ever since

End of the 1st Quarter

End of the 1st quarter
and a report is in order
of course there is a source to the history we encountered
document poetry in the work after hours
compliment style with wild bluebonnet flowers
also getting outside away from computers

I feel there was much learned this last semester
Relations change and so do the seasons
Released sustain through different mechanisms
there are many forms of automation to a system
like changing daily routines and regimens
to be more clean and genuine, it’s like medicine
Render my favorite drug as the natural rush, adrenaline

Looking to the future to see what’s cooking
took out the journal, book and calendar
planning makes things look much easier
Stand to correct over standard operating procedure

Grand aspirations to become a master
Take a mentor and students to teach the features

More practice and preciseness to actually make some new devices
textually stocked a good lot of that written thought
Leaders are not bought and sold, bold as priceless
Readers of forgotten told stories, molded out of crisis
glory is never found around survivors feeling lifeless
constant state of awareness is an arrest of the conscious

The quarters ends and another starts
A team is a series of moving parts
First year as an engineer with a degree in liberal arts
-john tabrizi

Miles

The first mile is the most difficult
then the body adapts
muscles stretch and breath retracts
today hit my max,
topped at 4.5
I bet next time I make it alive at 5
a 10K in 3 weeks is about 6.2
hopefully I can use the same shoes

I can rap longer than I can run
maybe hitting the track can reverse what’s done
Some come from a tradition of attrition
The vibe in my tribe is like Phife Dog in ‘Electric Relaxation’
mental participation
One found one and other
to make another takes the discipline of a lover
concentration to be steady as ever
ready to relate the story like a reporter
all-ready, right like insight from a trainspotter
Modify the invention farther
Do not be fooled and confused
as all the tools can now be used to amuse.

Miles before we sleep
Wild bluebonnets smell fill the street
knowing when the journey is complete

Happy Persian New Year

Happy Persian New Year
may it be filled with love and cheer
may your dreams appear right here
in reality there are externals
things we can’t change but learn from like a journal
this one life eternal steers us into different portals

One thing for sure is that we won’t be immortal
our species needs a shift in order and principles
It starts with an individual
growing like a seed from gardening rituals

After work, running till it hurts
Push, pull and sit ups for dessert
Rock the shirt that changes designs
Hard sweat takes yards and miles to find
By the bar, far from the outline
spontaneous action tastes like precarious laziness
routine and regimen run the rules and gym
to workout the conflicts and haziness
Write down on the lines
where you define how intentions were missed
Goals were set, but not all were kept
allowing us to start over in retrospect
is all that was needed in respect to respect
Happy new year
I’m glad you could make it here

EADGBE

Supreme Love
what I’m looking for
of course dreams get shoved for another
your daily routines make your life, all together

A ‘kind of blue’
who knew the blues
find mine on the rhymes of 1’s and 2’s
since the first encounter
built the counter with wooden screws
we wouldn’t lose
unless we viewed corporate TV news
This is bullshit from Texas like Ted Cruz

A mighty fine time to reanalyze the lies’ shine
A guitar riff gift to lift a prize
My how time flies when there is a bass line

The best to ever test the manifest
Blueprints published in the newsprint
Yes, finesse is stressed as a hint
Sprinting full speed burns more calories
by dint of a blink or a squint

It’s hard to see the point
when so close to the surface
it takes stepping back to understand the circuit
Rap tracks stacked in my back pack makes other rappers nervous
My purpose, to make this more than lip service
twirling like a devious drunk dervish

I still remember her face if I focus quick
so staying bogus in a slowness is my shtick
Thinking more with my mind and soul than my dick
Rock lyrical rap joints with a guitar and pick
looking like Stevie Ray Vaughn with magic tricks

At least until I’m gone
build up by the brick a large pantheon

Straight off the wire
The Love that dissipates from the Squire
Yes Sire, EADGBE on the lyre
sometimes tuned a half step down rather than higher
Guitar to the cable to the amplifier
Mind to the body to the soul’s best attire