You know what it's about?

I spit rhymes
like I shoot
don't sit w/ friends
in a group
or you'll all wind up dead
quilty feelings in my head
f--- what I said
the floor turns red
as i begin to dread
from the island which I fled
because i killed my homie
now people that know me
think that they owe me
or try to control me
but they only slow me
away from my riches
i like people except
when they call me inept
I'm about to erupt
if you call me corrupt
as a young pup
my Pops grew me up
in the city of cuse
recluse off the huse
whats a huse?
who gives a f---
i just made it up
dream vacation is...

He walks alone
down a crowded street
oblivious to those around

with one hand
he swoops his hair
then tries to pat it down

wrinkles and scars
show his time on earth
A limp accents his stride

A curious citizen
drives alongside him
but he refuses to ride

he takes a drag
off his full flavor smoke
filterless and sour

In lesser times
when he was young
this man he would not cower

His back bent forward
years of work leave it
tired and sore

his belt has notches
that were not there
his knife will make more

his shoes worn and tattered
with many miles
tell a tale

He has no home
no family
he recieves no mail

another mile passes by
as years accompany it
uncelebrated in their death

staggering blundering
blinded by lifes light
he takes his last breath

Noone will mourn him
no flowers at his grave
to waste away as he did

Worms the only witness
the skies his only kin
another soul this world has rid

Poetry slam!

da da da -da da da!

Let the boys be boys!

The glowing moon sits above
Guarding its latest pearl

As below almost in jest
tidepools continue to whirl

A fish has come full circle
making its way back home

All by himself
but not alone

Crackling branches
frame this scene

As the wind blows
as it will always be

a bridge stands worn not broken
a scacred passageway

This well traveled fish
will struggle one final day

ensuring his life
was not in vain

In creating life and losing life
he feels no pain

I look upon my tiny world
And see the politics
The crooks and saints

I look upon the mountains
and valleys
and the vast skyline

I see the motion
obscure in its direction
infinite in its power

I see the air
and the water abides
sweeping all clean

The changes I make
provide crucial life support
and encourage overall growth

I am in control
I make the choices
And control this life

sometimes the prettiest person
is not the most beautiful

sometimes the nicest person
doesn't look to be

sometimes you can find a lift
when you are in the lowest places

Sometimes a free shoulder
is worth more than a million dollars

sometimes the kindest word
comes from a complete stranger

sometimes our biggest enemy
is ourselves

My boss just saw the play rent down in ithaca I believe-he enjoyed it and I thought of you!

Kaaaattt!!!! Been seeing lots of lightning over here but no thunder... and then BAM!! Sweeeetttt....

Agreed. Was standing outside enjoying the still, humid, warm foggy air until a skunk came wandering over from the neighbor's house. Everyone is now safely tucked inside for the rest of the evening. lol