Truth. Spoken.



My person may be animalistic because my buttons are greased with oily fingerprints,

and suicidal tendencies are conceiled by my on-going ignorance

This is an "I Am" poem, authentically revealing who I am,

as I take my confessions out of a box and confine them to the limited space and

lines of a successful mead pad

Humanity showered me also with an Achille's heel for the shallow obsessions in living,

but focus more on the salinity and depth in which my morals are sinking

I embrace knowledge and philosophy while stirring in a little fun,

these may be words of a poor man, but also those of a humble one

I speak absurdism; for lies, I remain liably accounted for,

accused of cracking the door slightly open then just kicking the shit out of it

I'm frowned upon, I'm unreliable, and a complete waste of space,

I clean my teeth with hip-hop and bazooka-tooth tooth paste

Another rosary for my ear holes, and a riot shield for my misbehaved beliefs,

my christened outlook was lost dust across a shoreline and burned down in a

Christmas tree

I'm that "good 'ole" feeling, ushering in a minor twist,

a mysterious creature that crosses a Jabberwocky and the English Scroobius Pip

The projected image in your retina's display that my wings are slightly snipped,

but I'll B-boy, kill a jub jub, question my existence, and mutter coherency through my

lips

I spit bomb loogies, it's just in my "genes," maybe what Moses Supposes?

I'm refreshed with bazooka tooth breath while suckas drench crowds in halitosis

I could be the best and worst person that you could ever be homies with,

while the world flips bitches, I'll scrape the shit out of my mouth with a wooden tooth

pick

I ain't down for talking shit, I'm sarcastic in many ways,

I'm like a still picture in HD busting open the outer frames

I'm a regular human being, I have flaws displayed in a poetry limelight,

I procrastinate in spite, I do what I like when I'm cloaked by the shadows of night

I'll destroy, not break, every law in society as long as they don't contradict my convictions,

put the whole world's two lips on the rim and take a sip out of the pot that I piss in

I don't care about what you think, maybe just about me as a human being,

I have thoughts so angelic, they grow wings and scrape the underlining of heaven's

ceiling

I'm as simple as you, as confused and questionable of what humanity is all about,

you probably know more about me than what I've got figured out

I don't support McDonald's, I hate the Fortune 500, Wal-Mart, and Target officials,

America dick rides with sweet tooths and ignores their rusted, old tooth brush bristles

I'm the way I am because I write the way I wanna be,

I could strip the words off the page and replace them with what you see

Open up imaginary doors, imagine this and that without being counterfeit,

crack the door slightly open or take my advice and just kick shit out of it

Who the fuck are you? Wait, before you say anything, what did you think was the

literary contents of this note?

did you think I was just another hungry kid with a bag of chips on his shoulder waiting

to trade them in for dough?

I will never sell-out, I'm forever down with the art of spoken word,

even if my shit starts to rot and my rhymes are never heard

My mother named me for nature, which was her maiden name before she married

Disaster,

my step-dad spoke up and saved her because my real father was always plastered

He reeked havoc across the continents, I was ashamed, so attained the family name

of my step-father,

I almost died when my cousin on Disaster's side: Greed, invented the first dollar

Or when Kain killed Abel, and first blood from humans were spilled by his brother,

and when countries started to settle disputes by strategically killing each other

It was up to me, to carry the tradition of my family into the modern age,

I am alive and re-written every time ink spills across a page

I am in every one of you, as common and consistent as the holy ghost,

I froze the lies and sin on one axis and failed the hearts of the most

I am the reason that you write, I am the thought that makes you think,

I am there before and after the blink of your eyes and at the end of your brink

I am the voice of the God's, I am the foot of this race,

I am against all odds, I am the voice of this age

I am the height of our world, I am, both, the one and the two,

my first name's: Truth, and my last name's: Spoken, now who the fuck are you?




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