Waiting Stages

Been waiting like steady wages, for ages
to rip the best rhymes off pages to spit on these stages
Its where we my mind is designed to open cages

Never been the same since I learned how to turn my brain
consistently and classically trained, to change the sustain and staccato
my flow goes to grow inside that part of you that always stays alive
maintain, my motto is similar to survive but looking for gains
About that time we find rappers that are more of a sage
than a tyrant’s rein, We all know the villain’s name
Where are the heros, where are the cypher circles
Used to rap, back at the capitol to see whose words are more versatile
young kids with the pain under their lids, who knew which one would see a bid, Now we know what’s possible,

I have worked in many industries
Service, Healthcare and Software
my favorite has been MC of the city
Poetry for the the nitty gritty
for those who picked this hobby up in the lobby
music therapy used to choose your destiny
Used to teach the youth through a vocal booth
opened up after school on the east side of Caesar Chev
Chi Town and kids of the underground
haven’t seen any clans or squads,
instead people coming as mobs
Lots of love for people doing their jobs
Tip nice and take your own advice
I write like it’s my last night of life
My last mic to pass the time and strife
New heights is where I care to place my sights
bringing up others where ever I can discover
knowing it is a lonely road we each need to suffer
Words from your neighborhood lover
signed your brother b,

Remember Me

The one who was never lost, but lived inside where you have been alive
All this time, found ways to stay small
a big cost to not stand tall and thrive
changing the way, for it is the way, we do more than survive

Since I first quenched my thirst on hitting strides
hitting my sides as I run down the streets
breathing the air of where we keep ambitions
I can’t sleep cuz I’m too in love with the life I’m living

You have now been forgiven
for every mistake you have ever made
Driven into the grace and taking a token for your place
It’s right here and now
no matter what, legitimately everything is allowed
consequences are to be embraced out loud

Taking my fate into my own hands
knowing God’s got other plans
and, that’s fine and dandy
sugar rhymes sweet as candy
better for your teeth to cut on this poetry
remember me

Engineers

The creators and maintainers of the gears
that will keep things moving this year and the next
have no fear about how big and complex is the sphere
or how interconnected everything appears
# Network topology interface technology
plugged into the racks and stacks of how everything stays of track
The change, is the only true fact that won’t be changing
When there is a fire that won ‘t expire,
who else would you want to be hiring?
Fixing problems and solving ahead of time
with a desire to never have to come back to that wire design
post mortems, blameless and it’s fine to write out all the crimes
mistakes happen, its almost designed where everything fails, all the time.
contingency plans and it all goes to the systems we have in place
consistently supply demand to the flow of queries in space
the patching, rebuilding and rearchitecting for the willing
lord knows starting over is a sobering feeling
but sometimes you can’t be rolling over broken wheels
self healing and self service is the manifest of how we work best
open source, open api and open telemetry
with my poetry i give you a piece of this industry
capsized into a capsul of a small dose of how we measure to size
the pleasure of the wise to share their endeavors they tried
Why is a great question to ask first to avoid the worst
Buying the most expensive shiny tool in the shed
has been the hearse for many dead in their career
You cannot spend your way into the clear
problems take an engineer

Opening Doors

Never found a spot as nice as right now
This clever plot of life is the piece you have found
bound to be the puzzle you continuously take apart

Where do you find the most truth in your heart?

this quiet silence in illuminated dark
haven’t quit since starting back the art
turning to stacking laps, another path
learning all that he can grasp

These grips of love on the finger tips
of the trips we have allowed time to slip

Permit me, the luxury of finding any tiny memory
right here, right now
giving the greatest thanks to unveiling the shroud
the growth of the hope we so cope with making loud
is a momentum
a rhythm, scoping how to take out the soul for a stroll

Just another day, breathing God’s breath
whatever is left after
words made in tears of joy and laughter
having wept finales, only looking forward to new beginnings

A new face to winnning
is this process, that is just starting
opening the door , to see what else is in store

Lovage

That moment where music forces you out of a chair
where sitting still couldn’t bare witness
a participant among the insistence
it didn’t take long to get there

Where else inspires you to wear the hat of presence
Ever since, the most benevolence packed in packages
The raps of shares in lessons, my dear beloved
messages from up above embedded in the lovage

Scared and afraid of the courageous challenges
still standing tall and walking firm in rain showers
filling the cup of brothers and sisters needing whispers
The higher powers are all around

Climbing mountain edges and boulders
as responsibilities shoulder joy and pain
never the be the same again
Names don’t paint these pictures

It takes a few measures to endeavor a pleasurable adventure
Who knew we grew into our selves
well, it might as well be swell to be story we want heard to tell
I’m pretty sure the change occurs where we might concur

So now that the pot has been stirred and released
The sigh and gasp of freedom
free styling in momentum

Come and linger

dreaming of morning twilight mysteries
these swaying trees go to work standing strong
continuing the cycle of growing, even if less than an inch a day
outside my window I watch
distracted by the spirit of curious four legged friends

Powerful memories of whimsical smiles
of sly joking jabs
in mountains and valleys
on trains and buses
bustling across destinations and arrivals

slow home cooked conversations of meals
and the pause before eating
all leave me in wonder
that the presence of God could ever have a doubt

What is worth fighting for:
back scratches and after work hugs
small notes found in cupboards and on mirrors
the playful holding hands and fingers

the truth that forever lingers

Arriving to never be the same

Journey through the unknown
finding known paths made aware
writing truth tried on for size and style
becoming able to recite their nature
watchful of the creator,
greater paths still live further out
these routes cater further adventure
when it is time to go back home
shine memories in clarity from doubt
pour their experience on the return
arriving to never be the same

Every second has possibilities
forgetful of a future’s past
this present is quite enough
what a gift, that you are here
appearances aside of a tough exterior,
alive screams the soft tender measure
you are important, to a lot of people
render this chance right now
to see no equal of this happening again

When you feel ready
breathe out joy and soak in pleasure
this infinite exchange is more real
than anything you can find
healing all pains in due time
the cleverness is seeing Divine
in every second that loves occupies the mind
signed, yours truly, the sunshine

At finger tips

Morning ritual shaman practices, by principle
dedication to the dream felt in the spiritual
Where is this place of value?
Who decides what is allowable? When it’s possible?
Why settle for that which is so predictable?
In the present she past her future
asking an audience member for a tutor
using all surroundings as classrooms for learning

a time traveling pen, at finger tips
Again and again she returned
like taking turns of soft sips of tea

inside and underneath
made an outer surface so comprehensive and complete
digging in and listening to morning rays of light, as they peak
through the trees and over the breeze
the perfect setting for writing at the pace of ease

these pieces of please
tease feasibility in the key of G
sounding off the note of reeds
blowing in the air by the sea
playing hope as their melody of expertise

The joy of ecstasy
can be felt as easily in two as it can in one
solitude, the time to feel rhythms of an inner drum
come find momentum
sharing this equilibrium with others
but first taking care to discover oneself as their own lover
at finger tips you touch the world as it exists
kissing all you encounter as the perfect fit
this journey is a ship that continues to dip and dive
shifting so that we understand why we are here and alive

Using finger tips as a measure of size
to endeavor a mind to fly
a body to rest, a hobby to revive and a soul to feel blessed
A time to say yes to what intuition begets
living moments gentle and only as of yet
until we need reminder before we forget

The Jace Shuffle

Long hair, long dances through long nights
longing for the source of this force in-sight
belonging to the present
what a gift to kiss so pleasant
wrong forgets its name in the right segments of frames
she holds these sequences in movement
grooves to use the mold of the music

smiles never hurt so bad
while clad in a dress of glad
style asked for tips
to which she permitted answers
“lip your voice with truth and come closer”
say no further
He found choice in every motion
as she sung magic in memories of devotion.
Time stops its commotion
the mode of intense passionate emotions
dancing to the step of bodies woven into oxytocin

never before had he tasted this potion
the one of mystery that is completely free
Necessary, found stories of fairies and fireflies
while the garden grows in the summer sun shine
they miss through distance and wish
which way and when?
how long does pain and joy pretend?
this might be
the right chance to enhance what could be
romance glanced at circumstance

Only to ask for one more dance

Love yourself

Love yourself, love your Higher Power, love others
in that order, all together
Rediscover what you have known all along,
the connections are strong, even when you feel you don’t belong
it is here with you, even when you think it is gone
loving yourself in all tendencies and tenderly
confidence and esteem to manage integrity,
practices help with consistency
Mindful meditation, empathy and care for others in recovery
The stories are all the same with a slight change
we are all on the same spectrum in a different range,
things can be re-wired in the brain,
it takes time, patience and the ability to abstain
gratitude for the haves and have nots
attitude less on the wants but to want not

As we sought through prayer to be more aware
of a higher power’s care
we can fire the old God sitting in his chair
and hire a new one who listens to you share
write a dialogue,
prepare for when in need of guidance
God and goodness speak to us in silence

Love others through loving yourself
recognize you have a hidden golden Buddha of wealth
In the search for meaning, the hand we are dealt
is what we are receiving and nothing else
we are the container, not the ice that melts
so no matter what you’re filled with or how you fill
love others, love your higher power
and above all else love yourself