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

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

Life never felt so good

I don’t remember feeling this way
every morning and night, every day
It’s strange, how the strain on my brain has been lifted
The present has become a gift that bring uniqueness

I never got this high on drugs consistently
there was always a perpetual drop as was its propensity
now there is love and beauty in every second of existence’s intensity,

People call me, we talk recovery
we talk of spiritual malady,
we take stock of the daily insanity
and bring compassion to reality with a remedy

I wake before the alarm,
the cool calm streets are charming
my small empty garden is calling for farming
the leaves need sweeping
I grieve for the beloved’s teachings

For a thousand years I have been knocking
only to find I was knocking from the inside
The design is to hold everything inside
The plan is to break out of doubt to clarity

The Buddhist say the mind is not a mirror that needs cleaning
it is essentially void and pure so how could dust be collecting?

never before have I felt power get much higher
sever the separation of pleasure and desire
water, earth, wind and fire
with this energy how could we tire?
pry the will open like a fence with barbwire
This serenity can be acquired
by wearing an entire attire as an amplifier

Write everyday, for yourself

Write everyday, for yourself
almost as quickly as you can.
My hand has forgotten the pen, its old best friend
The keyboard has me bored
The screen has turned obscene, with constant flashing and flickering.
Remember our journey’s in journals?
Smoke filled rooms of intoxicated slumber
Creativity sparked by force,
A demand enforced by brute strength,
now the funnels open calmly.

Pour your love into this world,
like a father figure raising a boy or girl,
the future’s options unfold like a flower
of countless pedals,
take time to count each one,
the moment will eventually come,
when enough is enough,
after the tough stuff what else could be this rough?

A machine

I am a machine,
Living a life that is sober and clean,
I wake up at 4:15,

Meditation gets me to my concentration,
starting the daily ritual of poetry creation,
my friend is sending me his writings, life is getting exciting,
the woman I am seeing if inviting

Eyes are windows to the soul
Rise and find the lows and highs that encompass your whole
Find the compass to direct the pull
Full of energy needs depleting,
when empty come back for more poetry reading.

I miss this feeling,
I miss her lips, this weekend I will take a trip
Silence reminds me why I exist,
not everything will fit, nor will everything have a place to submit

Seasons change, things rearrange and my goals never stay the same,
never has life had this kind of range, with the real estate that my brain claims.

Experimentation, like a scientist with new devices of appliances.
I watch the Kaizen and then tell a friend
about how things never end
When do we take the time to imagine and pretend

For me it’s the morning when I feel zen,
most are sleeping in, but I feel power from within,
waiting to awaken the machine of my personal invention