I be standing with Lucifer at your door

shadowed metaphors

left open the gates

you selected your tools

I beheaded your efforts

left you bleeding before my feet

unable to cry out in defeat

cherubic tantrums

our symposium was not about you

I drop verse

unrehearse

splash words on paper

I am the image maker

flowing free

my mouth a sea of funky vocabulary

syntax

grammatical relapse

downloading explosive lyrical sensation

you can’t be me

I never wanted or needed to be you

stuck dreaming

stifled by tobacco boys

isolated from my big city blues

while I sling slang with jazz gurus

you wanna be Brooklyn gurly

what ya know about them

absolutely nothang

I am planted in the earth of urban blight

that’s all I know is how to deal

stealing respect from the everyday

I sleep with men you dare to dream about

I walk with Gods you dare to pray to

I sit inside Soho lofts on Crosby with Duncan and Moses

you don't know this

I sit in Zora’s memory

at the Schomburg you will find me

beneath skeletons of Harlem Prophets

that beat rituals into the foyer of my soul

you can’t represent

feeling all bent

you already spent to many verses on me

so what you gonna do

sail down the waters with correct English

derive synonyms, adjectives out the thesaurus

I’ll be ghetto all over you

write as I please

forcing you to your poetic knees

take heed I flowed long with Thoreau

Hemingway for a day

traveled to drink out of a desert hole

Jah gave water

So you can continue to dream jewel

stare at the stars

cry at the moon

I will keep all the ballers in pool pockets

Urban days ferment in your sockets

at night when you think of me

dare to stare at what I can bare

on lyrics and rhyme

Conga lullabies

Sepia Queens, Nubian Kings

all those things you thought you knew

I will give you Rasta blue

he will play our song for you

remember we are the rhythmic riders whose haloes were stolen long ago by Lucifer

death walk poets

© 2009 Lepadah