From inside my window

From what I see inside my window can make a man go blind. Pain, Heartache, and all of this I keep inside.

This is no regular window to the outside of any ones house.

Nah, this is a window that’s looking inside to me, my soul, my problems, and my stress.

True friends, Seems to be a lack of them. Love, never really had a real pass at me, Karma, Is still and forever will be a bitch, jealousy, still a problem I have yet to work on, and trust, That word is dead like chivalry, who can you trust when everyone wants to be number one.

There is fog in my window, must be from the smoke I blow. There is rain falling on my window pane, it might be the tears or I’m just slowly going insane, there cracks in my window, must be the pride, there are bars blocking people out, I’m neglecting that my grandfather died.

From inside my window you would rather be the one looking in, because on the inside I don’t know where I should start or when the glass frame ends.

The Thief

Stolen…now when you think of the word stolen you think of bad...Horrible…unspeakable things well this thief as I shall call her has swept in to my dorm room at the depth of night. Gray sweat pants purple jacket fuzzy long black hair. This person came in to my room one night looked through all of my belongings and stole something near and dear to my soul. Something, that can’t be replaced, something that only one can have and many would love to grab.  This thief came in to my place of peace and mixed them self in to the gumbo of my life. This thief lay in my bed and played in my emotions under the bed sheets. My Prized Possession is missing, lost but found… Because see I set this up I put my Goods on the line and let all my defenses down and called the attack dogs off to let this person in.  I am the one that sat in the back and watched the robbery take place. I opened the door for her, and showed her the way to the jackpot… she got it.

When she realizes what I have done….she will understand how important my heart is to me...and she can keep it as long as she likes

Bunch of unsober thoughts

So if I die before I wake what would my father say? 40Oz's  mixed with dro & pain let’s see what’s 1st to go away. I was down in the dumps & there just  ain't really much more to say, an intellectual misunderstood can make one’s sanity just to go astray.

& my mind’s never relaxing, there’s perks to being a Queens nigga & they insure satisfaction. I'm only out here to please people that never experienced any action, but t what does it take for me to get people to give me some type of other  reaction.

They say my time is coming but it really doesn't look that way to me; they take a glance at my poems & their first response is that they think it’s deep. Well what else can you give to me, everything I write is me, do I need to dumb it down  so maybe you can futher explain some things to me.

I’m still smoking sour cause I couldn't find no better shit, People want to watch me walk in to a grave, but the thing is I will forever live. I only celebrate when the greats admire me on my penmanship & I often look for acceptance from the people that want to show companionship.

If no one recognizes me it’s cool, but I wish you kind of did & this isn't a poem no more it’s just something to kind of fill you in. I just roll with the punches, I’m gone with this fire hemp my stanzas are so cool they remind me of the breeze of the wind on  October 10th.

Your words don't mean shit when you write poems like an idiot; I started to rhyme a lot but all the things I write are ligament. Always working on my craft & you ask "what the fuck for?" I write this from gut & the pain of my peoples misunderstood belligerence.

They tell me all I need is swag, they tell me I need these Armani suits & Louie slacks, all the Philly niggas say “you got to get in your bag.” But I break a Philly down & contemplate bout what’s in this bag, I inhale the stress & just laughs.

Falling for love isn't something you can take easy; I know I have some angels in my past & they will greet me when they see me, and then maybe we patch it up, things aren't that bad & tough, lose pride and try to just bring it up, The topic of the discussion is still near & dear to me.

I remember when it would be 3 in the morning & I was on the block with some hood niggas, no college degree but they family & that’s why everyone chilled with us. We used to get double cup loopy, just kicking freestyles while the world turns & I would pray to God that everything would be good with us.

Are you good with us? cause I give up sinning, I tell these girls that I’m in love but I’m just pushed to other women, I stay on cloud 5 cause broken hearts are just a given, that’s probably why I speak so negative with such conviction.