I’m taking a Storytelling/Literature class, and one of the chapters talks about Prosody and Poetry. They asked us to write a poem about what we did yesterday. Here’s mine:

As I recount the last twenty-four hours of time
Putting it all inside a box, in the form of a rhyme
While it wasn’t uneventful, I thought I should say
That I did a lot of sleeping, as of yesterday (more…)

This is another rhyme that I found in one of my throw-away notebooks. The type of notebook that isn’t specifically for anything in particular, and has notes from work, random ideas, half-assed business plans, sketches, and rhymes.
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…my class/
Thought that I would hop on board*, right fast/
Partially because I’m bored, quite past/
I’ve been up and at them since, night last/
Must’ve lost my passion hence, the post previous/
Was a long time back when vents, were no tedious/
Feat for me to get done I, was so genius/
Nowadays it seems like ‘why?’, I don’t see the gifts/
That’s of course a lie cause as I type I feel the glow again/
I’ve got so much poetry in me that I’ve been holding in/
Then again not holding—more like missing opportunities/
Wishing I could capitalize on my almost 2 degrees/
I’m s’posed to paint you pretty pictures with my pen or stylus/
They’re known to make you get a glimpse of who my inner guy is/
And plus they’re stylish but I need to up my frequency/
Everyday I should say I’ve put pen to paper recently/
Or have an actual visual product showing it/
I need some practice like how Iverson was over it/
The goal is for me to get better with each day/
But the only way you’ll ever win the game is if you PLAY.

peace

*orignally posted on OkayPlayer Boards.

If I, say something in the form of a rhyme it’s art/
No matter if it’s from the brains, the balls or the heart/
I can’t believe I have to format my pain/
To get a response from ‘my friends’, or so they would claim/
Now I know you’re saying I shouldn’t care what other people think/
But that’s before you understand the manner in which I link/
An opinion to a truism, a fraction at least/
I think every opinion is valid if you factor in each/
And with careful consideration I can use them to grow/
Not to steer me in a direction but to gradually show/
What type of consequences I could be picking up with the pieces/
Or how appreciated my execution of thesis’/
See what’s the point of having friends if you don’t have conversations/
The definition of which is to offer observations/
And everybody sports a different angle–this position/
Is called a disposition and I’m glad we all can pitch in/

Far be it from me to say I agree with a lot of y’all’s…/
But that’s the nature of the world that we live in/
But how come we can’t talk about the things we don’t see eye-to-eye on/
They stay away from politics or religion/
Unless they’re super-Christians or super-RepubLICans/
Nobody wants their feelings hurt–people I think you’re trippin/
The things we don’t have time to discuss are the things that’s killing us…/
Ignorance is bliss…the village feels a buzz/
’swhy they ain’t feelin me probably cause they’re high on Life/
But Life is really death…and Death is really where we come from before we’re born/
Possibly/
See this is where they start to hide…oxen-free/
You don’t gotta be, constantly, watching me/
But damn, what do I have to say on which you gotta speak/
What you ARE watching is hard watching for me/
Besides, I don’t agree with most of what’s on TV (watching it, that is)/

It seems to me what’s provocative is the opposite/
Progressive topics are bottom-listed what’s off with this picture–/
Roll up a swisher then, go pop a bottle then/
Discuss the drama kid, but after all of that is done get on the proper shit/
Like, how come the Egyptians were once on top of this/
And then the Europeans came on over and toppled it/
And ever since black people have been looking lost and shit/
And every movie out lately confirms the ‘pocalypse/
And even Jay-Z seems to be on some Masonic tip/
I’m really, scratching the surface on the docket here/
I wanna talk to: my mom without her worrying bout me falling from God’s glory/
My ’so-called friends’ without it being a long story/
Some new friends, without ‘em worried that I’m on one/
My rap listeners just waiting till the song’s done/
The practitioners that def could school me/
Or maybe I just want some attention.

Everyone doesn’t thrive on work, or pressure/
I find that I thrive on thoughts of a measure/
Different than your average…I ad-lib with my mental fluctuations/
Juxtapermutations/
Sucks to burn your patience, with nothing you can show for it/
Not to say there’s nothing, but most decline to go for it/
They prefer the gold–or this case–what was the standard/
Not the goal that I would go for, to be the answer/

The question is more valuable anyway, the alpha/
Getting what’s down inside of you, to come up out ya/
See this is what I need my life to do, for me/
You can call it a handicap or stupidity/
But don’t pity me; ’cause my conflicts/
Birth scripts with a magnitude of five times this/
And I write sick even when I feel healthy/
Bad poker face I show the cards life dealt me/

But even when I’m sick, and broke I’m still wise/
Old owl in the night, then I’m late to rise/
It’s my nature, guys; my weather-ore knot/
I’m tied to me, whether I like it or not/
Don’t know if society’s what you breed natures with/
But I’ve become impotent with this relationship/
Maybe it’s the reason I don’t get up in the morning/
You know what they say life is; I just think it’s boring/

Only as tied to it as I wanna be though/
So I’m looking for places I can revive my libido/
And fly like an ego, cause every passing day I feel I vibe with the emos/
And tie with their ethos/
I need a place where I can let my creativi-ty flow/
Where it can get respected instead of getting the veto/
And I can collaborate with other creative people/
So we can do great things, or make something beauti-ful/

All I’m tryina say is, I don’t wanna take this/
Slave to an overseer you call it the day-shift/
I would rather make-shift something that’ll make sense/
‘Stead of tryina cash-out on nothing but that fakeness/
I don’t want a hand-out, you just need a face-lift/
I just want a foot in the door on some KanYe s***/
If I gotta work, lemme work where I got a leg up without trying/
I’m not applying–/

I’m trying to get recruited…/
To a business that for me is well-suited/
Because if I’m inspired then I’m productive, simple as that/
And my production is a multiple of ‘kicking some a$$’/
I don’t really have a concern with sticking to plans/
I just wanna make something that makes you lift up your hands/
And it’s not about the praise it’s about the feeling/
Every layer of your work has to be appealing/

Even if it’s just for you or just for two/
When you do something you love you just improve/
And isn’t that the goal of life? You forgot?/
There’s no such thing as the top, it never stops/
But I gotta have the fuel to rock it, cause I get/
Down when, I’m the only one in the cockpit/
So, while we’re here kick a brainstorm session/
Cause pre-cipitation is my main profession

**drops mic, exits stage left**