sweet shorts: haikus and poems written in class

Why?
no one gets out of here alive,
because to escape this is to die
although we all want to fly
desire to live forever in the sky
but life forever is a damn lie
when dead in the ground you lie
for your memory they will cry
tears fall from your child’s eye
weeping for the end of your I

Collegiate Haikus

real straight forward class
brainwashed into believing  
nod and get an A

but who is in charge?
Isn’t someone going to
Tell me what to do

Instructive chaos
More voices means more ideas
And less agreement

school kills many trees
so much paper down the drain
classes raze forests

Philosophy fail
Ironclad arguments
Mean nothing at all

Cage

Outlines are frameworks of lies
Fettered attachments, heavy ties
Blank page is open like blue sky

Touche

fencing with glances so subtle
eyes dart, intentions so humble
meet, break, contact of the soul
lifting downcast eyes is the only goal
delicate, fragile, simple perfection
my lips yearn to frame the question

Egypt

Slavish note taking is the rule
In this labor-camp school
Building up pyramids of thought
Edifice of solid what we got
No worry about what could be
Just needs that we should feed
Our learning serves their greed
The more we learn the less we’re free

morning joint

Today I rose at dawn and got baked at the lake.
Living in Madison, eating some cake
Making some moves making things shake
Got a little groove make a girl quake
Feeling real smooth just for its own sake

Cool like cucumber and raw like steak
Hungry man is the trouble man got a mean streak
These words are rhetoric you listen when I speak
Watch as I leak, blood on the page, aortic
Rhyming tourettes, words are tic
Spitting to create the life artistic
Red hat on my head, life aquatic
Smoke some weed and get neurotic
Smoke some more and feel necrotic
Zombified, still alive this shits toxic
Makes these ladies all erotic
Mary and jane get over here quick
Give this big ole joint a lick
Keep it tight oh it burns so right
Just give it a light, paper crackles
Pop and hiss like a witchy cackle
This joint its time to tackle
Puff puff pass sticky icky fluffy grass
Hits my lungs and comes to pass
Transubstantiated into a feeling
Brain waves want to pierce the ceiling
Standing waveform stands, reeling
Starts to speak, ends up dealing
And then joint is done, truly really
All that’s left is empty paper

.....have i stayed away too long?

did you miss these rhymes while i was gone?


Whoeeeeee rhythym slithering down lie a black snake moan
This beat soothes down grooving through my soul
Needle on wax, sounds come from the land of Stax
Time to get real down low heartfelt soul wail from the sax

When I don’t watch myself I become somebody else
Blinding eyes with green gauze lies smoking the lye
Blunted eyes squint to see through the haze
In which I’ve been living my days
Unjointed unforgiven unconscious I’m livin
Consequently conspicuous Confucian cornucopia of confusing kaleidoscopic vision
Things I see dancing spinning passing by me
While I’m just sitting back high as the sky be
And let me get a fly beat
Over which to drop some real heat
{beat Change}
horn stabs at ya eviscerate guts
this joint is funky visceral nuts
crazy hazy lazy fresh as a daisy
funky fresh like the Prince Smith
same as Will I am a wordsmith
Shakespeare when I speak I got no peer
Back in the day they’d call me a seer
Might stone me to death, got no fear
I’ve been stoned before, didn’t you hear
Couldn’t you tell, can’t you see it in my eyes
Insane ambition to cut all ties
Release the anchor and just rise
My ships sailing up into the skies
Outerspace where I resides

carbon copy

Cool is a cruel competition
Where there are no winners, only sinners
And debauchery is all I see around me
No center, no desire, restless mire
The only victors are those who lose
Because it’s the victory of the noose
Hang yourself on the tree of style
Reborn as just another face in the pile
self lost to what people think you are
and before you know it you’ve come so far
that you can’t get back
stranded, feel like I’m under attack
no way forward no where to go
chilling out, doing nothing in limbo
lost the race, now I love empty space
shoulda, woulda, coulda just stayed in place
displacement zero for the wannabe hero
lost potential, chance to be the next Nero
burned it all down to the ground
Empire of the cool, all falls down
Start over tomorrow, free of sorrow
Conscience cleaned clear of science
Just heart left, wisdom true
Alone in paradise with you

bullstream of thought / the ballad of hal

Walking hard walking all alone by choice
Although around the corner I still hear her voice
Strolling home through the past
Knowing a night like this could never last
Evaporate into mist come morning
And for chances missed I am mourning
Story of the life of a boy with promise
A boy who always tried to be honest
Living on Prospect, a talented youth
Interested in books, music and truth
Science fiction and science class, Soccer and Socrates
This was a boy who always said please
But over time this boy did grow
And soon enough he came to know
No one liked a smart ass with brains
That knowledge brought our boy some pains
He learned that friendship was a treasure
Real friends were few and hard to measure
But he grew and then he knew
That some things are always true
So this goes out to friends for life
Friendships knit under city lights
Knit caps on heads these hats are red
THC smoking headies, streets get bled
Grown wisdom born under moonlight
Nightlife, kick it keep the flow tight
Tighter than a sleeve, loose when I breathe
Can’t find a rhyme, dropped the line
Like a poet who forgot his lies
Now his throat, his thought, up it dries
Still I gotta keep pouring out this soul
Waterfall, freefall till I reach my goal
To realize the potential that I hold
That boy’s got something special, I sensed it
My grandma said that and she meant it
Now say goodbye to grandma’s boy
No more monkey shit, no more toys
Gorwn man shit, on it for real this time
Said it before but it was mime
False mimcry, coyote in the darkness
But there’s a fire let me spark this
And now lets seal it with a kiss

writing a haiku while driving

good times badasses         

self sufficient efficient          

traveling buddies

Fun Guy Rhymes

Go on freckles go grab the bottle

Fuck yea man, I’ll take a swallow

Liquid fire lights up these veins, these verses

Now I'm a driver switchin lanes, spoutin curses

Trippin straight into the audience’s house

Everyone stops, scared, quiet as a mouse

Till we drop this dope fire beat back in

Explosions everywhere, fountains of sin

Run baby run, escape the madness

Scamper back to your pitiful sadness

But I’ll stay on top of the avalanche

Riding the wave, Brando not blanche

no dubois, only blunts smoked here

inhale, get so high I have no fear

Controlled chaos, intimate insanity

Intense charisma, animal Stanley

Method rapping, making interior man

Acting, playing games like Wu-Tang Clan

In the front now its all fun and games

While in the back marlon's smackin dames

loc'ed out dog, Marlon Wayons

If you front your legs will be lamed

Hamstrings gone, hit by the wolfpack

my cutthroat crew always got my back

taking out the weak, lame and sickly

like wolves versus sheep, its over quickly

ya'll straight sheeple that hide inside

we the red-hat wolves of the east side