Friday, May 25, 2012

SCRABBLE

writing without words ....
how could that be....
when faithless animals become alive....
maybe because the ones who have faith....
becomes their Resurrection
 ..inflection of how much the most high cares....
he puts the wishes of the few to provide  for the many....
I guess we all could be fisherman and carpenters
providing shelter
and filling warm plate
food to nourish....
could we indeed fish without words
  finding  the bottom of the shallow sea
even when the sail bowed out
a long time ago....
to another continent ......
writing without words.....
scrolls had been submerged
so the dead have no meaning....
until its brings the new light of day....
how could we speak without this language
thoughts of a simpler way.....
the future hides  your fate ...
when you anxiously want to know....
....communicating with the dead....
third eyes..all sight sealed shut...
touching all the calamity of the wicked
who drive around in expensive cars....
.but we are happy living among  them...
are we in fact dead....
letters without meaning ....
 we all want to become alphabetic
..no alpha man.... so everyone is illiterate
writing without words ....
time writes its way
in our history.. even with out text ..
ushering  new meanings and endings....
so it could write without words.....
humbler in its realm I write with powerful beings ...
.meaning I  scribe with hopes for everyone to learn..
to live in the conscious of our present
WE ALL BECOME EMPOWERED......
twisting turns...put up yield signs and stop lights
 never to be obligated by this time ...
we have to be the author of new destiny...
.free will is always given..
even when our living dead keeps it hidden....


nlistic souldier

Thursday, May 17, 2012

SOULDIERS STORY....

Amusement for others ... was it ever for me....
 rewound words in my head .... backwards paragraphs..misplaced laughs
math of the conceitedness ... could they always read it .. the way I wrote it ..
of course not it wouldn't  be poetry.....
the SOULDIER .. 
comes back with a vengeance .. the most high .....said its his .....
so in my return
 giving him all my  receipts ....
so I back away again...
 let the past become the block that holds up my temple ....
those pillars had been crushed....
the great architect.. doesn't need any stones ... so I don't ever get stoned
just a lonely poet when it comes to my thought...
most prophets doesn't have 
an million twitter followers....
that eat in there living room.. everyday...

eggs that's been previously hatch makes up..for this type of  abuse....and his name misuse...
using right angles...forming  a truce.
...when others opts for obtuse...
we all are slightly off.... but the great creators judges
 on life's curb....
when our enemies  placing our heads on his  chopping block 
a firm kick 
as we biting the end of the avenue ....
my images disturbing ... but to deter .....
 
 Disregarding the way we were.....
 SO ...have fun at your amusement park.....
.
Cotton candy.. and the roller coasters rides ... besides it summer
I'm in this underground tunnel 
learning to be more effective..with my present 
that was given to give to ....lambs without guidance 
Shepherds are needed 
others ...aborted their jobs....

I used to call it a curse....thinking myself  without ..it...
unimaginable 
life is never rehearsed.....
we live once....
 to give insight through a verse
allowing  the most high ..love to disburse....
staying humble....only move when he orders....
my boot camp... as i await for approval and  his official stamp....




Cat in da bag

NLISTIC SOULDIER

A PLACE IN
MY HEART
A CALENDER CHARTS
SPACIOUS FOR MY WELL BEING
SEEING
NINE MONTHS
SPORTING YOUR BUMP
FRUIT OF MY LOIN
WHERE I’M GOING
IMAGING, ANTICIPATION
FATHERHOOD I’M ALMOST TASTING
MY FIRST
TO HOLD, AND CULITIVATE
TO PROTECT
TO SHOW MY LOVE
NEVER ABBREVIATE
  
MIZZ PREZZ

Rubbing my stomach praying
About the life that I am carrying
About my secret to the man I am marrying
I sit and wait hoping that it won’t be my undoing.
Never my intention to mislead
Will he accept my honest places
Or leave me begging him please.

NLISTIC SOULDIER
  
GROCERY BAGS OF GOODIES
DADDY’S HOME
LISTENING TO HER STOMACH
I COULD NEVER BE WRONG
THEN AGAIN I HEARD THAT SONG
WHENEVER SHE WAS OUT LATE, I KNOW HER
SO WELL...... MY THOUGHTS ARE STRAIGHT
HAPPY TO HEAR THOUGH WHEN HER FRIEND WAS LATE
I KNOW IT’S MINE.... I FEEL EVERY MOVEMENT

MZ PREZZ

He looks at me with such love
His touch to my belly soft like a CASHMERE glove
My heart breaks knowing where I was till late
I’m trying to deny
To keep up the lie
Everyday I try
As my belly grows
Does he even know
I think of that day and I feel so ashamed
My one night of pleasure is going to cause so much pain
  
NLISTIC SOULDIER
  
SHE SEEMS SO DISTANT
WHEN WE SHOULD BE GROWING EVEN MORE CLOSER
WHEN I’M TOUCHING HER INTIMATELY…SHE REACTS
AS IF I’M GROSS
DEFIANT…THIS SHOULD BE A JOYOUS OCCAISION
WE NEED A TOUCH UP...LINE UP
DOES THIS CHILD MARK OUR LOVE IS FADING
IF IT IS.....
WHY NOW...IT’S DISSAPPEARING
YOUR OVEN IS TOO HOT 
MARKING MY FOREVER SPECIAL YEAR
DOUBTFUL THOUGHTS REVISITING
TRULY
OUT RULY
JUST PROVE TO ME, WHAT I’M THINKING....... COULD BE WRONG
TOGETEHER AS A FAMILY DO WE REALLY BELONG

MZ PREZZ  

So far from where we first began
I strayed so far from our family plan
Never my intent that night
Now I live in constant fright
I know he feels I’m not all there
I still love him
But it’s my fear
I still love him
All the same
I think he feels my shame
Hating himself 
But I’m the blame 
Just a flicker in life’s great flame
I have to keep up in this game 
Lies upon lies
Inwardly he denies 
His endless cries
Only I truly realize
My loves disguise oh lord please
Don’t let this become my family demise