It has been such a while

I have missed you, sorry for having been so long
It feels like life times find a man strapped for rhymes
not forgotten, wrong turns on the right type of way to learn
Way to not let the candle burn by letting it stay with the wick
Wickedness is not using that which you fit, covering up tricks
Lover of all of the above and mixed, tip my glass for every last trip
take a sip, let me show you why we exist. For this shit

To make something different, a letter better
than has been done before, in such a man, or in this manor
of Fact, never decided to keep score, of how much more we can afford
tracks dropped knowledge and valor right onto the floor

Some of these deplorable horrible sores keep be bored, of what we record
My history is definitely crafted by the stories I call reality,
face value is hardly the venue to come through, blues poetry ballads on the menu
and for dessert, for more energy to exert, the inertia was where it hurt

Regularity

Sow a thought, reap an action
sow an action, reap a habit
sow a habit, reap a character
sow a character, reap a destiny

I’ve tried all at one, and then putting them into chunks
but when I asked my friend he said bluntly
only analyze and change one thing once a month
finding regularity helps more than charity
junking unnecessary stories to have more mindful clarity,
poetry time, writing daily whether with the sun’s setting or rising

sowing to reap a character over personality
techniques can be gained after principles have aim and authenticity
the visual of seeing poetry rituals written in textually stimulating intervals
the thought to action might seem simple
but the action to a habit is more fickle
habits to character create even larger ripples
till the pond is a river and characters change destiny

the official riddle ride to try a flexible part in story telling
narrative natural natives known for folk art singing
particularly prone to roam these parts for smarts in articles

Recording life in a journal
It feels much better being sober
clear answers and when unclear still feeling closure
Find me trying my best
Rhyme smiling with a head held high along with my chest
Yes, everyday gets better when it feels less like a mess

Regularity is typical
Routine is a beautifully obscene ritual
Consisting of consistency, the new Reality
rhythmical in how its predictable

Training routines

Training routines
Used my brain in one these things
Changed sustain in small exchanges of a range
Systemically arranged
the process to regress in pain

Mainframes with bits of constant traffic
have many lanes of maps that can’t be graphed quick
Stash a good dash of wit in how you commit
Some of it sticks, some of it only fits when you don’t give a shit
Of the effort
Of the effective trekking, through fortitude of a subject
truth calls to you when you least suspect
Check the cards you got in your deck
There are not too many hands
understand how to be man
over plan your span
delete spam
make jam
for your fam

and when there is time, spend some in reflection
in the last 100 years we have been spurred into action
maybe there is history for learning that bears not repeating
soft quietness and a light for reading, a sure evening

-John Tabrizi

Weekend wRaps

Not a full time j.o.b. but still writing hip hop po-e-try
Salaries aren’t actually the reason to shine skills carefully
more like satisfaction at the core propensity, a daily fillin fully
fealings where actions can be packed with density for full impact
Stack raps in online habitats and where the physical reacts and chats
It’s typical that cats catch the visuals of being all that, in one individual
but it takes a team to execute a light beam, from memories of a vision or dream
Collapsible perhaps, but starting a batch from scratch takes a knack
Jacked up a bunch of snacks by stuffing them in knapsacks for lunch
A hunch, that after punching the clock, hands must get sore
Keeping stock of what we got and not what we don’t have anymore
asked dad how to add who then cuts an orange in half and in pieces
the best moments in life might make you laugh or leave you speechless
The graph of your spectrum is routine outcomes
Practice makes permanent and not perfection

A lyrical injection of dopamine affect the blood stream
Even a higher level tolerance doesn’t affect the absense
Staying clean of unintelligence and obscenity sold in ignorance
Playing dirty with sturdy common sense and empirical experiments
Its pretty obvious, there is a lot of evidence, ever since inspecting the elements
Hence, from whence one came to the zero sum game
Name dropping and finger waving for blame are the same cop out options

The reason we need this medicine
is because media has been so mediocre on our intuition
unchallenged and undrivin makes ambiguous ambitions
Big ups to maintenance men and women who make us listen
Taking mental words to physical action
Build barriers against distraction
break barriers against inaction’s bigger brother
unsympathetic sentiments of carefree relaxed leisure
wRap textures

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