"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sitting in a multi-million dollar building by myself,Echoes tend to get louder while I write a rhyme I belch,From the bottom of a heart to the top of a helm,Moving in circles while I stare at an angel,And,Demon I couldn't help,But,Ignore.Doesn't matter how many tears I stream down my eyes when I spot a fight,Or,Flight... Continue Reading →
Catching Z's nowadays are better than being awake.There is nothing to my day,Besides an open mic with a mic I use,And,A home I've made on every stage I've been to.So,As I lay my head down while slipping into a dream,I can't lie by saying I'd like to wake up,And,Stay awake in this reality.A reality not... Continue Reading →
A man with an uncertified baptism.Still battling against demons with a set of rap lyrics.Forcing God's hand,Is not an option for a man given,Many chances the minute he wakes up with a hand dipping,Into muddy waters… But,I'm not bothered one bit.I'm a forced to be wreckoned with when I solder my spit,Along faith inside of... Continue Reading →
Biases occur more often than,Others caring more for another's crisis in,Hopes they heal every wound drowning everyone surrounding them,In their own shallow waters.We may hurt each other no matter the price is,And,It's disappointing when you're trying to have faith in humanity thriving.Yet,There's no cure quite like forgiveness along a hand pulling someone out of darkness... Continue Reading →
God's embrace comes when you least expect it.Today,It came through a Trinidadian woman while I sat inside of a Citibank,Pensive.About how lonely my life's been as I live it through a pad,A pen,And,A message God's been nudging me to spread with,Love.Not knowing how to move forward,She urged me to keep going strong without a doubt... Continue Reading →
Memorial Day's upon us,And,All I can think about is the last time I received 'time and a half'.Nothing else to expect,Besides a job where my heart's split right down its middle.One side in front of a microphone at an open mic,The other in back of a desk where I sit back,And,Force myself to write.But,Regardless of... Continue Reading →
"Get ready,We're going to the supermarket."What an adventure for a child anytime Mom would announce the next haul of necessaties,Potential goodies for us to indulge on if well-behaved.Missing out on a chance to hop on a shopping cart was equal to attending classes on a hot,Summer day.Being buried in groceries was better than staying home... Continue Reading →
Communicating with what appears to be a mannequin.A voice box appears to be present as long as you press the right buttons without any damage.Yet,No matter what I say,The response will always be the same.So,Why even bother talking until the point of rage crawling up my spine?Silence,In this case,Seems so divine.I'd rather sit down,And,Write a... Continue Reading →
A ghost town full of what seems to be apparitions trapped in a vessel they despise.Pounding in both ears is a silence arising while I stare into their eyes as,I steer clear from saying a word.I try to wave and say hi,But,What I get back is a stare more hypnotizing than death's,Yet,I shrug it off... Continue Reading →
Every poem is a bandaid placed on a wound until it heals.Blood drips,And drips,On a page onto the next until the stains disappear in what I call a field,Of dreams,Our souls manifest against all odds.To be a poet means,To put an end to your facade,And,Face everything that makes you cry.Until you smile internally,Externally.Excavating every ounce... Continue Reading →
m3l0dicverse 