PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My reality speaks to avenge the civils, send riddles,

apprehend middle, top, bottom; big or e-ven little

It's time I spoke up, post up, host up

quote up, boast up living words that soak up

on looseleaf lines, I proofread mine

I am he who speaks prime on two-sheet rhymes...

then it's newsbrief time

My full caliber sprays, phrases, outshines my amatuer ways

on Saturdays or any given calendar days

Ink comes to life poetically, energetically, kinetically,

alphabetically, numerically, theoretically.........

It's a new source of brain food that train dudes

it drains you....like dead emotions a.k.a. slain mood

call me plain rude

This pen breathes like men need ten speed

if the pen bleeds, oh well...friends grieve.....

Blame it on my personal data, whether searchin for matter

or disbursin platters that'll shatter your bladder

But don't get pissed yet, cuz this vet shifts left

to get right whether in jest or just in text (hahaha)

No mystery behind the history...I speak politically,

freak specifically, unique prolifically, seek no sympathies

It's the gift in me, shifting me, uplifting me, poetry's fit to be

packin enough to pierce your soul, watching fears unfold

let the truth be told, many years I hold...too many tears to roll

excepting nothing that's tit-for-tat, I got a gift for rap

look it up it's a fact, signed the almighty Mista Black.....

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