Long Tapes Poems
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I do it for the boys, the girls, men, the women,
plus Allah's unborn children look how I'm living
it's similar to, your situation no money making,
just chips and egg crates in front the Playstation.
Cable's late again my real friends know my struggle,
a rough 9 to 5 plus supplying studio time is my hussle.
It's just my father, Jibri, and I shacked in a shack
shackled to a broken home with no
welcome mat get back.
Everysince my mother left the building,
the feeling ain't the same pain is building
rain is killing the window pain.
Winters are harsh man, but I can take it though
as long as I'm wrapped up in these blankets
I'm a make it man.
I do it for the emcees, the djs, the b-boys, the b-girls,
hip hop is a growing culture plus it's a free world.
Free to manifest expressions,
free to rep your section focused over nice composures
flowing until the night is over.
Don't be like me just be like the music you like
use right rhyme and reason choose nice lines and preach them.
Watch the ones leeching watch who you be with frequent
cause you can end up with your dreams slowly sinking.
Only you can make it in this, it's a business,
forget the fame listen use your senses don't be senseless.
Be patient and grind hard if waiting to shine start
slanging tapes on my block & your block it don't stop.
Hit up every spot around,
it's a milion of us trying to get a milion bucks and
chill in a vila feeling the cool breeze.
I'm am who me.
the same easy dude speaking jeweles
do you I'm a do me.
I started off young with a pen and a pad lyrics I had
before that I scribbled on scraps forget about class.
Entered school thinking of rap,
grades sinking in math
twas either skip, go home, or sit in the back.
During lunch I read what I wrote
they said it was dope, within battles
no one put Bomb Threat on the ropes.
Six years later I.....left to go solo felt I was hopeless
in a group that wasn't hungry only one supplying money me.
Then the south was united, two years later divided
but Mama Glo, had the best ideas,
but I, down no man no way no how
cause if you make it in this game from the heart I'm proud.
FLA I will make this official rake up a pencil
for Jenah's sake I'm a make it
and mention you on an instrumental.
That's a promise I'm honest, show me love back
hold me down
southside is us you gotta love that.
the black word at the top
"Confuses"
probably not just me
but what does it me
on this card all about satiation of a puzzle piece of Freudian slips
of the ego maniac dealing me a hand
of a two sided card
The Blue "Spirits" written on the bottom upside down
I do no know the right side up
and the "masks is there on the side
just one card professor
just one card
the nine of hearts
a piece of the puzzle
a piece of the chapter
a legacy of five hearts upright
showing me there is more love than what may be topsy turvy
four hearts upside down under the top five
and when i flip this card over what do i find
on the other side
the six of clubs
a card of success
Blue on top a word that speaks "Alone"
Down at the bottom and upside down
an omen written "within"
and on the side i have "expressive"
My deck of 26 cards with two sides
and these are just a few of my favorite things
the puzzle of Freudian slips
the word game
spirits within
confuses expressive masks
alone
I'll never know
on card with two tails heads and tails
would you like a reading after you read the fairytale?
would you like to know more more than the yes or no to your answer and what
you found here to the question you didn't t know to ask
and what have you found in this moment you are made up
besides the greed and arrogance you pine and hide away?
did you cry
did anyone come to intervene
did the destroyer change your ways from those who could wipe
this place clean
and is time ticking tick tock ticking away
to reflect within the mirrors
around you echoing your souls
as we all cry
and cry like teddy bears
banshee teddy bears
is time still ticking away?
success of being satiated
cursed by being alone within and expressing it
to confuse your spirits and mask it all
such a poetic piece of art
my nine
my nine my valentine six of clubs nine of hearts
trump taking trick winning mastermind trump
hand winning card of the game fortunetellers jaw drop right now
because they are also god given
when they see the mirror magic of alphabets and words reflected in my living
room surrounded by tick tock ticking
clocks
and i cry every night
like a banshee
wanting to rewind the tapes see what i would have missed if i didn't take it all on
and what is left for me
are my hands gonna be clean?
The Lost Art Of Composition
too often my thoughts and the ability to express them
are taken hostage without a clue to the cause
this is an affliction familiar to many a writer
as if madness wasn't enough
it proves to be immune to every method I've used
to relieve my minds constipation
it enslaves your ideas and duct tapes the mouth of your soul
binds your fingers and hands so you are unable to write
I Whiskeyed and Scotched it self medicated with drugs
the addiction that resulted I thought could be bribed
held a knife at its throat threatened, bullied and beat it
poked and scratched at the eyes
Kicked it in the balls
pleaded and begged even got on my knees and prayed
all my efforts were ineffective
it only pissed it off more and tightened the grip
around my Muse's neck
I had exhausted my resolve to this disease that consumed me
there was no other option but to surrender
I decided to give up , knuckle under call it quits
not answer the bell for the next round
I disconnected my computer and turned off my cellphone
the typewriter on my desk just for show
I've had since college every once in a while I have at it
so I stashed in the closet with books by Sexton, Wolfe and Burroughs
Cisneros, Bukowski and Gonzo
I turned down the lights and lit some candles
sat at my desk to prepare my suicide note
what happened when the ballpoint touched the papers surface
was the key opening the front door lock to home
an energy manifested that I had known long ago
before Technology had deadened it's nerves
it sparked the transfer of thought into a word
forming the shape of a sentence
this cosmic electricity flowed into my hand holding the pen
then designed a paragraph the child of chapter
I touched every noun felt each verb envisioned the adjectives description
heard every "ly" in the adverbs reply and ignored the rules of punctuation
I had discovered the remedy to restore my inspiration
the cure I possessed all along
The lost art of composition was my salvation
my own prescription is what I wrote
the poet is an artist that paints in the darkness
a poems words the colors that create light
a writer is blessed with all of the answers
cursed in the search for what questions to ask
Judge Burdon
this is the story of a special place in my life;
In my family home of 50 years
In the Queens suburbs of N.Y.C.
There was a special place that saw
the bulk of my laughter, and my tears
That it's now gone is a pity.
This may sound weird, and in fact it is,
But it's easier to tell a true story
Than generate a tale weaved of lies
I was never a good liar-
You could see it in my eyes...
The 2nd floor of this sweet and happy home
That was my sole domain...
A bedroom, as expected, the usual,
But the other room, much, much more vain.
Purple walls, with overlapping
concentric circles of red and black
Hippy posters, black lights, day-glo
Pyschedelics all the way, Jack!!
Juke box of oak, full band equiptment
And blinking Christmas lights,
You'd think you were on acid (I never tried it)
And 60's mind delights...
Pictures, autographs, and oddities galore...
Gumball machine, statues, disco balls,
even a ghoul filled casket for years!!...
and much, much more...
The ceiling studded with stars and moons,
planets, comets, and a host of celestial things,
All glowing in the darkness
It gave your mind cosmic wings.
So many great musicians...
So many bands did here play...
So many wonderful, but harmless parties
That room surely had it's day.
No one ever went in....
and came out the same way!...
It was like a 60's hippy/weirdo time trip...
And no-one ever left to walk the next hard mile
Without a huge, grinning smile
Every guest had to sign the poster,
and jot a single phrase or thought,
Many funny and insightful things,
Far more than I had sought.
Drums, organs, amps, P.A.'s,mics,
and all we need,
To play all through the night
and day sometimes
The ecstacy of music, for us, the seed.
The room grew of legendary status,
mystic status,
among musicians on Long Isle,
Hundreds of tapes of jams
I have, when I experience them, I smile.
It got the nickname "Peeve Chamber or Peeve Room"
From the 60's when, one day, I got angry,
Walking back and forth up there,
Playing angry music,
like the Animals' "I'm Mad!"
Dreaming of bringing vengence,
to my enemies their doom,
But no one, including me,
remembers it for that,
It was a place of love and creation,
with psychic concentrations, as well...
One day my dragon, discovered how to read; whomever taught him, is anyone’s guess. Once he discovered historical novels; none of us would rest. Night and day, he inhaled words; great fiction, based on fact. Then one day, our power went out; his world, it just went black.
For eight long days endured; we could hardly see but, the hardest thing to take was dragon’s anxiety. “What sort of world is this?” He shouted furiously; “where nothing works, not even lamps; oh no, I cannot read!” We tried our best to calm him; during his rants and raves; it seemed a good idea, but dragon paid no heed.
“I want my books; I have to read!” Screamed dragon, as he cried. His elephant tears soaked carpets; so great was his novel need; we tried to scrounge up candles, matches and the like; but he complained, his head, it ached, from reading in dim light.
Then he had an idea; it was a shocking fright. “My flames,” he said, “Are brighter, than any man made light.” Talk about your lead-ball-drop; our stomachs, it did pierce. “You’ll have to read out in the rain,” we warned him, “not in here.”
The idea didn’t appeal to him and so, he soon conceded; oh, we were so happy, when he did; no father warnings were needed. Then an idea bloomed in me; of which I did relay; perhaps old dragon could be appeased; by some books on tape! So, I went to gramp’s library and borrowed all I could; he loved reading like dragon; before he’d lost his sight. I must’ve pulled 500 tapes from his bookshelves of cedar wood.
Now grump’s; somewhat of a hoarder; leant me half his batteries and an ancient old tape player; dragon gave a crushing hug, when I returned home later. I spread the tapes upon the table; and dragon’s eyes grew with delight; to proportion’s that I’d never seen on him; that very night.
When power finally was restored, to our neighborhood; dragon resumed reading books; his anxiety, gone for good. I vowed that such, would never occur again and I did my research thoroughly, days on the web, I’d spend. I researched every reader; every mp3 and book; dragon was so happy with his new technology. A couple of extra batteries; I’d bought and kept recharged; for downloading stories, I bought him, a pre-paid visa card.
In the beginning there was a word
Which was I, so I couldn't be alone
So I flied, reminiscing about those days with boom box's
and listening to slow jams,
Dancing to tunes oh the beauty in that thou,
thee shall not if thee shall won't,
The days, I was flying like Peter pan
Shouting "who wants to be old when you can be young and have fun"
But time hits us all!
so we keep spinning the wheel of fortune
to being catapulted out of our own imagination,
So we throw a quarter just to start over,
Knowing if we go back will lose our chances of being equal
The early days, once upon a time
When we were animals,
When we were black
Now we Africans, just reminiscing!
We will ever be humans, im just asking ?
Days go by, but im just playing records
To cassettes so im rewinding,
Back to the 80s,
my previous incarnation
Before the whole revolution,
so im skipping tapes,
playing with stones instead of toys no money,
it was kept behind the curtains now its out in the open,
sadly thee open the vault thee shall close,
This is more like Thanksgiving so lets enjoy the feast,
a whole family of guests I guess that's what happens
when you leave the door open and the windows closed,
All you have is an opportunity but no vision,
So they pull the strings,
man I'm just reminiscing about those days
we used to watch puppets,
those monsters on the screen,
The Sesame street
Ranging from care givers to cookie eaters,
Coated with red and some blue
they taking over the neighborhood,
To the frog, that's always being chased so the hood
could never have a prince, so we can never be saved,
man I'm just reminiscing,
The early mornings
Waking up to the rising sun
Now it just rains and rains
So I stay indoors, heater lit up
Guess who's feeling all warm and cozy
My fuzzy cat Elfie, that feline!
Reminds me of Tom in the cartoon series Tom and Jerry,
Oh boy! those were the youthful days
running around in circles dodging the system and its obstacles,
To being in church with Mary
Begging to Jesus can't you share your mom,
since that day i remember it as Merry Christmas
something like Mother’s day
déjàvu now its Sunday and I'm listening to slow jams,
going through all that again.
I was a teenager when back when, when I first started working in the tape industry. Working in Manhattan traveling from New Jersey either by train, bus or car for seventeen long years. I've learnt the ins and outs from just about every standpoint in the field. Starting from unloading trucks, to customer service, into sales and then eventually becoming an owner of my own company. I sold all different kinds of tapes, from scotch tape (which is actually just a cellophane tape sold by the infamous (3M Co.) to gaffer tape mainly used in the motion picture and television industry. There's a whole world of sticky substances out there that gets applied to some sort of material like cotton, cloth, cellophane, paper, polyester, aluminum, copper and tons of other kinds of foreign substances that can get adhesive applied on to. Almost every business or company uses some sort of tape. So, this is how it all works out in the end. Here I am, now at almost breaking the 65-age mark in life. After all these years of busting my butt and putting in the necessary time to make a living for myself. Well, here comes the ball-buster. Just like that ((SOLD)). The company that I helped build, the company that I grew with for almost 45 years of my life, just like that it's been sold and bought by some low-life never went to college son-of-a rich man idiot that knows nothing about the tape industry other than it is now owned by him. And that now went from being a family owned richly built company into a new family-owned corporate business that's slowly but surely getting rid of all the original employees and replacing them with new family members or part-time workers. In the past 3 years I've seen three companies that I have worked for, for almost 30 years have gone corporate. Two of the three I no longer work for because of the rules and regulations, like over the top insurances, workman's comp./liability insurance and million-dollar coverages on car insurance. It's totally unfair to the small-time companies. Thank goodness I've reached the age of retirement, or I might be working at McDonalds.
they went corporate
so many people suffered
happy to retire
I wonder....you know!
Hopes of being found
Earth starts to dim
You feel the frosty ground
feeling the effects
As Darkness grows all around
The whole reign over man.
So she ran!
Not knowing the directions
Going in circles all over again
They call it love
I see repetition
The illusion she's caught up in,
Deception is her only friend
Sinking deep in the pit
But she won't find gold
Just dirt that will go along with her white skirt
Now she finally understand physics
Seeing herself fall
The devil laughs,
whispering in her ear,
"you not alone"
Not knowing she's one with everyone,
Thinking about the outcomes
Trapped deep in the game
Nobody hears anyone
Just that we spin in circles like we could spin otherwise,
Lies pile up
Lies build up
Lies created us,
So its all a manufactured lie
From love to hate and how imitate,
The curse of millennium
So we just look forward
Like we going somewhere,
Truth, is their is no truth
Like water trapped in ice
But we don't see ice as water
Like nothing in the air but it holds us,
Gravity is the gratitude of life
Darkness is all around
So we use pain to see
What we feel now!
Will see tomorrow!
Its Déjàvu the way we all feel
Its voodoo the media
Using idols to kill our images
So they can create new breeds
Molded into their own image
The brands, They go by role models
Yes it's an act and life is the movie that never ends.
We all stars
We all will shine
We all will go away some time
Perish, prior to the damage
I'm strange!
I'm weird!
Cause i don't think the norm
Just brainstorming about the future
I don't know whether I'm right or wrong
Just that I'm reigning,
Grasping my dreams
Lucid be how i see,
If i play my cards right the State will win like they always do,
And I'll be portrayed as the villain
The out cast if lucky not a terrorist
Dragged out of my home, dragged to the streets for not paying taxes
Damn! State wins this gamble again.
The illusions of having
How it gets to me
But i never see the tracks
So i play tapes, rewinding life
Going in circles all over again
Damn, the love potion.
You won't open up
You never did
The chances of you reaching out to me on this shifting tectonic plate
The same as jumping out an airplane window
But you never opened up and now it's too late
What part of my faults was too much to alleviate?
Breaking a vase to feel useful fixing something
Playing audio tapes of lost voices to solve a sin through the sting
Wrapping pinkies and melting silver to asseverate a promise ring
Well I promise that I'll never run away again
I'll never be a lost voice coercing your curiosity to listen
But she's gone and you have to face that
The replay button won't give a harsh truth like a man who's built you a house of trust
under an honest roof
Leaving the car running for a sense of destination
Carving “everything happens for a reason” into your wrists
And watching it repair
For a sense of mediation
Did the angels fall to help me, or fall to their deaths?
Weighted blankets feeling more like medieval torture devices
Crushing every part of me I've ever loved
And leaving a shell of bone marrow
and empty eye sockets stuck in a fixed position of staring at something above
I can’t tell if the angels fell to help me, or fell to their deaths
It's the fear of dying unaccomplished that single handedly gets me out of bed
Well you won't open up
You never did
And you don't know how!
It never seems to reach a still point, this town
And I can't get enough silence
With the cemetery of yearning voices in my head,
proving that spirits can be violent
I embodied my greatest achievement in a parade float
But I’m propelling it down an empty road
I’d have better luck getting a breath of fresh air
from an airplane window
Are you finding a breath of fresh air at the bottom of that flask?
Engulf me with mere seconds to relief
Like an anesthesia mask
Sunset full of cotton tinges of violet
As the outline fades around you,
My throat collapses to evade one last question
I'll never open up
I don't know how and now it's too late!
Which one of my character defects was too arcane to anticipate?
A girl with innocent heart is here,
She loved a boy who was practical everywhere,
Surprisingly he proposed her with a rose
And she too was ready to ooze...,
Struggled through a lot of difficulties,
Be it caste, status or people to mislead,
They glued to each other through thick & thin,
He said, "I love you forever", holding her chin...
Somehow with everyone's consent,
They said, for each other we are meant!
With certainty, their relation gloried,
Now the couple tagged as just married...
Some years passed happily together,
Then they became "Maulik's" father & mother,
Still adjusting with members of the family,
This woman losing selflove & fantasy...
Hormonal changes & imperfectly shaped,
Somewhere stitches & somewhere tapes,
He held her close to say,
I'm with you in life's every way...
The colleen had metathesiophobia,
Always in search of euphoria,
From being the most beautiful to being faded,
Looking for help instead of being aided...
Let's welcome this new phase,
I'll never fail to amaze,
Your physical appearance doesn't matter to me,
All I want is just "WE"...
Believed with fear but she went for the bond,
A little nervous to dive in the love pond,
When she hold those little tiny hands,
The feelings took a rise to correspond...
Motherhood gave birth to a mother,
True love engraved faith in her,
Rapidly she was gaining her confidence back,
Their little one arrived with joys & happiness sacks...
Fulfilled every promise made to herself,
Everyday she tries to be the best,
Little one keep making the mess,
Mom keeps wiping off it from tbe desk...
No time to overthink or to fear,
Has multiple tasks to cover,
Life is too short to worry,
Make yourself a greener tree...
Not every hurricane is visible in life,
Some make us furiously ill in the mind,
They say love is blind,
But actually it has invisible eyes...
True love affixes you,
Makes you strong & wise,
May be that's why we call it,
A blessing in disguise...
A blessing in disguise...!
#MyDynamicEmotions
By: Rashmi Kaushik