Like a telescope examining the open night sky
I, notice something waving at the side of my eye
When I focus, however, all I see is darkness
Dreary & empty, cold as the arctic.
“Hello? Are you there? Where’d you go?”
From hot summer nights to the 1st fall of snow;
“A’yo, I can sense you. Reveal who you are!
Shine like you did amidst the brightest of stars.”
Darkness, infinite voidness of colors
Maniacally laughing at me just like the others
Why? Why have you ignored all my cries?
Casting your curse, making truth out of lies.
I beg you enlighten me, prove your existence
It’s clear to me you’ve already proven persistence
But now I am old & I feel like I’m dying
Searching the open night sky while I’m crying.
Poetry is empathy conveyed thru words
Other formats lie, poetry is true words
For example: look at the way they do it
Disrespecting the culture w/ poo-poo words
Taking up too much real estate on paper
Kidnapping paragraphs ww/ less than few words
At one point in my life I struggled to speak
Not to speak literally, like, I KNEW words
I just found it difficult to express how
I was feeling till I learned new words
A vocabulary is important y’all
Patriotic even – red, white & blue words
So before you dismiss all of this as whack
Give poetry a chance ‘n try to do words
When you succeed you can say, “Thanks,
For teaching me all those new ways to
USE WORDS!”
Each night, around 6, the moon begins to swallow the sun,
The stars come out to decorate the sky like fresh tattoos,
The wolves commence their howling, giving sound to the scene
Eventually, the sun awakens then starts to rise
Reclaiming the earth for another twelve hours again
But the moon is so persistent it refuses to die!
**REVISED**
The moon begins to swallow the sun
The stars decorate the sky like fresh tattoos
The wolves commence their howling
Eventually, the sun awakens then starts to rise
Reclaiming the earth for another 12 hours again
But the moon refuses to die!
Like a telescope examining the open night sky
I, notice something waving at the side of my eye
When I focus, however, all I see is darkness
Dreary & empty, cold as the arctic.
“Hello? Are you there? Where’d you go?”
From hot summer nights to the 1st fall of snow;
“A’yo, I can sense you. Reveal who you are!
Shine like you did amidst the brightest of stars.”
Darkness, infinite voidness of colors
Maniacally laughing at me just like the others
Why? Why have you ignored all my cries?
Casting your curse, making truth out of lies.
I beg you enlighten me, prove your existence
It’s clear to me you’ve already proven persistence
But now I am old & I feel like I’m dying
Searching the open night sky while I’m crying.
Poetry is empathy conveyed thru words
Other formats lie, poetry is true words
For example: look at the way they do it
Disrespecting the culture w/ poo-poo words
Taking up too much real estate on paper
Kidnapping paragraphs ww/ less than few words
At one point in my life I struggled to speak
Not to speak literally, like, I KNEW words
I just found it difficult to express how
I was feeling till I learned new words
A vocabulary is important y’all
Patriotic even – red, white & blue words
So before you dismiss all of this as whack
Give poetry a chance ‘n try to do words
When you succeed you can say, “Thanks,
For teaching me all those new ways to
USE WORDS!”
Each night, around 6, the moon begins to swallow the sun,
The stars come out to decorate the sky like fresh tattoos,
The wolves commence their howling, giving sound to the scene
Eventually, the sun awakens then starts to rise
Reclaiming the earth for another twelve hours again
But the moon is so persistent it refuses to die!
**REVISED**
The moon begins to swallow the sun
The stars decorate the sky like fresh tattoos
The wolves commence their howling
Eventually, the sun awakens then starts to rise
Reclaiming the earth for another 12 hours again
But the moon refuses to die!
Journey with me, down memory lane
Close your eyes, take a trip, just a short visit
Where the views & the faces still look the same
Every corner gots a story; pleasure & pain
Keep’em closed even tho this image is most vivid
Journey with me, down memory lane
How you tell it is the ruler which they measure ya’ game
If you tell it good enough the whole world must listen
So the view & the faces still look the same
In life, they say “Details are subject to change”
And we will take notice between the 2 visions
Journey with me, down memory lane
Hold tight where these memories begin to face
‘N stay away from the proverbial memory prison
Where the views & the faces still look the same
Build a memory palace, anoint yourself thane
In the face of adversity just remain rigid!
Journey with me, down memory lane
Where the views & the faces still look the same
What would make a perfect world? Let me think...
I could turn water to wine, but wouldn't drink
Nobody would ever need a substance to get high
Nor would we depend on money for us to get by
No lie. 'N everybody has love
Real love, not that love that is trumped up
'N people do exactly what they say
Not say it just to say 'n forget it the next day
If you search for hate you'll never find it
Instead you'll put sight inside a blind man's eyelids
So, if this world were perfect, I would think
That sight would still be there after that man blinks
'N the scene would be beautiful
Nobody would have to push paper on a desk inside of a little cubicle
No drama, yelling or screaming
This world would listen to logical voice of reason
Judgement, wouldn't exist out of equality
Fortune 'n fame surpassed by camaraderie
You follow me? Take my hand 'n let us make it
Build it from the ground up, we are the foundation
Now allow me to pledge my installation
Give my life 'n expect no compensation
All I ask, is that you never take advantage
live life to its fullest 'n never take it for granted
If I could make a world that were perfect
All of the above could barely scratch the surface
But together we can generate excellence
Journey with me, into the mind of a perfectionist.
Like a telescope examining the open night sky
I, notice something waving at the side of my eye
When I focus, however, all I see is darkness
Dreary & empty, cold as the arctic.
“Hello? Are you there? Where’d you go?”
From hot summer nights to the 1st fall of snow;
“A’yo, I can sense you. Reveal who you are!
Shine like you did amidst the brightest of stars.”
Darkness, infinite voidness of colors
Maniacally laughing at me just like the others
Why? Why have you ignored all my cries?
Casting your curse, making truth out of lies.
I beg you enlighten me, prove your existence
It’s clear to me you’ve already proven persistence
But now I am old & I feel like I’m dying
Searching the open night sky while I’m crying.
Poetry is empathy conveyed thru words
Other formats lie, poetry is true words
For example: look at the way they do it
Disrespecting the culture w/ poo-poo words
Taking up too much real estate on paper
Kidnapping paragraphs ww/ less than few words
At one point in my life I struggled to speak
Not to speak literally, like, I KNEW words
I just found it difficult to express how
I was feeling till I learned new words
A vocabulary is important y’all
Patriotic even – red, white & blue words
So before you dismiss all of this as whack
Give poetry a chance ‘n try to do words
When you succeed you can say, “Thanks,
For teaching me all those new ways to
USE WORDS!”
Each night, around 6, the moon begins to swallow the sun,
The stars come out to decorate the sky like fresh tattoos,
The wolves commence their howling, giving sound to the scene
Eventually, the sun awakens then starts to rise
Reclaiming the earth for another twelve hours again
But the moon is so persistent it refuses to die!
**REVISED**
The moon begins to swallow the sun
The stars decorate the sky like fresh tattoos
The wolves commence their howling
Eventually, the sun awakens then starts to rise
Reclaiming the earth for another 12 hours again
But the moon refuses to die!
Journey with me, down memory lane
Close your eyes, take a trip, just a short visit
Where the views & the faces still look the same
Every corner gots a story; pleasure & pain
Keep’em closed even tho this image is most vivid
Journey with me, down memory lane
How you tell it is the ruler which they measure ya’ game
If you tell it good enough the whole world must listen
So the view & the faces still look the same
In life, they say “Details are subject to change”
And we will take notice between the 2 visions
Journey with me, down memory lane
Hold tight where these memories begin to face
‘N stay away from the proverbial memory prison
Where the views & the faces still look the same
Build a memory palace, anoint yourself thane
In the face of adversity just remain rigid!
Journey with me, down memory lane
Where the views & the faces still look the same
What would make a perfect world? Let me think...
I could turn water to wine, but wouldn't drink
Nobody would ever need a substance to get high
Nor would we depend on money for us to get by
No lie. 'N everybody has love
Real love, not that love that is trumped up
'N people do exactly what they say
Not say it just to say 'n forget it the next day
If you search for hate you'll never find it
Instead you'll put sight inside a blind man's eyelids
So, if this world were perfect, I would think
That sight would still be there after that man blinks
'N the scene would be beautiful
Nobody would have to push paper on a desk inside of a little cubicle
No drama, yelling or screaming
This world would listen to logical voice of reason
Judgement, wouldn't exist out of equality
Fortune 'n fame surpassed by camaraderie
You follow me? Take my hand 'n let us make it
Build it from the ground up, we are the foundation
Now allow me to pledge my installation
Give my life 'n expect no compensation
All I ask, is that you never take advantage
live life to its fullest 'n never take it for granted
If I could make a world that were perfect
All of the above could barely scratch the surface
But together we can generate excellence
Journey with me, into the mind of a perfectionist.
I am th33 Coracl3. I am a lyricist. I write lyrics for the rap & hip-hop genres and subgenres. I have been writing songs for over 25 years. What I am seeking is the opportunity to share my archive of written material in hopes of striking a partnership. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
