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Push Pen To Paper
What else can we do eh?
...as writers poets rappers
Or whatever..
But just keep pushin pen to paper
And maybe a breakthrough will come in
Like a wreckin ball
Blessin us all with total recall
And shit...that's all I can hope for
Speakin for myself as I write and write
With this fuckin sense of urgency
Like my Soul's in a constant state of emergency...
I must merge..you see...
Into that purified state of being
Purge my pen
Until my seven chakras are healed
From root to crown
And reveal what lies behind the veil
Beyond these ordinary senses of mine
Disambiguation of the divine
Would be so sublime
I'm sure
But what's the cause
What's the cure
For a man contaminated with doubt
And claustrophobia laminated like a second skin
Shadowing my movements at times
As I walk around in total disgust
Its so hard to discuss
All these emotions I distrust
Got me goin from agitated
To aggravated
To just flat out exasperated from
Debating and berating myself
Incessantly inside my brain
Among a throng of faceless voices
And random musings falling like acid rain
Piercing my grey matter
Like tiny daggers with jagged edges
Maaaan....
I'm just tryin to know where the ledge is
Without ending up in some murky abyss
Then sometimes I think maybe a kiss
From the frigid lips of Death
Will grant me a wish such as this
And restore that which is sorely amiss
But the Reaper has yet to summon me
So I stab and stab and stab
My pen to this pad
Like a maniac locked in a padded room
My anxiety blooms
As I groom myself for Armageddon
With raccoon eyes reddened
From too many sleepless nights
Wondering what it was like
Being delivered from
Omniscience into ignorance
In one act of birth
Pulled into this earth
With an obscene dearth of memory
I probably laughed until I cried
As they cut my umbilical cord
And severed my accord
With the lord of entropy
Now enter a man
Born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
As defined by Melle Mel the prophet
Preachin the Gospel not-for-profit
Ever so beautifully
Or was it my moms who dutifully
Gave me that Colt 45 malt liquor
To quiet my riot at night
Because as she put it...
I was one cryin ass 'lil ni@@a
Ha...go figure...but like Jigga...
Today I make the pen cry
And as I push and push this bitch
More episodes drip through its tip
From an infant on up I remember
Being distant from most of my fam
Not sure if they ever gave a damn
What I felt or thought about anything
Wasn't taught about many things either
Thus my mind wandered and pondered
Endlessly...aimlessly
Scavenging for bits and pieces of inspiration
Couldn't really vibe with the information
Steadily spoon fed in schools
Our mongoloid negroid caucasoid origins
Spoken as the rule but I was
One of the chosen few exceptions
To escape the mass inception of a humanity
Coaxed into this elaborate hoax
A latent blasphemer
But I don't claim to have the answers
Just an honest inquisitor
Maybe I 'm a visitor from parsecs away
Left behind by the pre-ancients
To observe and catalogue
This digitized world even though
My receptors are analogue
Resistant to the constant ramming
Of the local programming
And the jamming of beta rays into the sky
Now our better days are behind us
So sez these talkin heads
And their faithful sycophants
Expectin me to sympathize
With their synthesized thoughts
And polyester dreams
Manifestin as the most idiotic ideologies
My apologies to all those
I've faked the funk with in the past
Now I've taken myself to task
Taken off the mask
And here I am..
The ever aspiring Elephant Man
Hopin to be more relevant than
My previous incarnations
Maybe the exhumation
And examination of [my] bones
From these cemetery-pages
Will better explain this glorified bird cage
And assuage this lone gravedigger
That is I as I have decided to
Set aside those liquefied spirits of gin
And its accompanying djinni
For I am beginnin a new dedication
To self medication...
A different form of meditation
I suppose...as I propose through
A stanza a prose a paragraph
Or whatever...
To just keep pushin and pushin this pen
And maybe...just maybe
Outta the darkness of this Black Ink
Some true Light will finally be
Shed upon me
Published 16th Apr 2016
| Edited 13th Jan 2019
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16th Apr 2016 5:57am
Fuck me running! This just made my heart race and my mind sing.
Bow down to the master
brilliant disaster
mind over matter
chasing the pitter patter
of a born again hatter
Mad skills man, mad skills
Bow down to the master
brilliant disaster
mind over matter
chasing the pitter patter
of a born again hatter
Mad skills man, mad skills
16th Apr 2016 9:14am
Hey bro. I could swear I read this before? But anyways, what can I say that you aren't ready aware of?? DOPENESS wit crazy heat Yo kid you gotta dope beat!!! Yea, that's a KRS1 reference so what? It's the damn truth!! Lol...loved this bro!
19th Apr 2016 3:17pm
I marvel at the complexity and diversity you always bring brother Naaj, always a pleasure to read you.
Red
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10th Nov 2016 10:30pm
Speechless. Kindred is almost to weak...like to meak...it's a combination of west to east...its flabbergasting.
The intensity of writers block...like your pen threw up all your thoughts on paper....took poetry to its born level of nature. Perfect!
The intensity of writers block...like your pen threw up all your thoughts on paper....took poetry to its born level of nature. Perfect!
Anonymous
20th Sep 2017 9:03pm
The most rewarding and most heartbreaking relationship I've ever had or ever will is with my pen. The way you release all that...mad respect to you and your pen!
Wow fantastically written piece! Superb flow and rhyming that just flows and flows so good love this message to!👏
23rd Apr 2019 1:07pm
Although 70 are behind me
I certainly relate
And understand thee
I often wonder whence I came
With particles of others long gone
Attached to me
Of the pain of humankind
Our awkwardness
In our walking an unknown
Gaining knowledge
A composition of who we are
The depth of your understanding
Inquisitive mind
In tryin to understand
Is exquisite and relative to mine
Brings tears to my eyes
Readin your poem.
Thankin you for you.
I certainly relate
And understand thee
I often wonder whence I came
With particles of others long gone
Attached to me
Of the pain of humankind
Our awkwardness
In our walking an unknown
Gaining knowledge
A composition of who we are
The depth of your understanding
Inquisitive mind
In tryin to understand
Is exquisite and relative to mine
Brings tears to my eyes
Readin your poem.
Thankin you for you.
25th Dec 2022 1:47am
Anonymous
20th Oct 2023 5:47pm
Wow!
