(Clears Throat) Ahem! Ahem!

This next poem, I can only describe it as me just spittin. I'm at a point where I want to focus more on perfecting my wordplay in my poems. I just sit here and t.h.i.n.k of clever things to say and write it. I hope y'all feelin it...

Definition

This is that melodic, exotic, sometimes erotic
Sometimes Psychotic
In some ways methodic...
It's like sometimes I got it
Sometimes I don't
We just roll with the punches
Something's gotta give
Maybe it will, Maybe it won't
Maybe this will get ya high
This...this here is a way to the sky
This isn't smoking herb, people
This is spoken word
Word
That last line wasn't a diss
Shoutout to the smoking herb people
This...this here is something regal
Magestic, check it

I'm tryna make it to the final stage
And Ye said, "You can live through anything if Magic made it..."
So I'ma come out shooting like Redick

Get it?
This...this here is something hectic
Frantic
Passionate
But not to be confused with romantic
There's no romance
This is just violence
Literary devices so violent
So even if my notebook closed
My written words could still break through the silence
Crying out, "HE KILLED IT!!!"
Let's give the mic a moment of silence
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...Now back to the regularly scheduled programming.
This...this here wasn't written to fit your understanding
So I'll let you sit and t.h.i.n.k. a little
I know it's baggy and your mind is sagging
This...this is abstract art
Straight from the heart
These words paint pictures reminisent of Picasso
And this pen paints as if it is the finest brush
Made from the finest bristles
This...well this is just a flex of the pen
And a stretch of my wordplay

Some Assembly Required...

Sometimes I feel that t.h.i.n.k. is on some megazord shit.

each member an extremity exuding it's life experiences.

real niggaz by day, revolutionaries at night/

dealin' with fight or flight, plight, and making things right/

till sight is only enabled in third eyes/

we are.

we are far more than poetry nights and open mics//

not only because we speak and keep our minds open like/

24/7 in twenty four heavens combined/

we. spiritually rip your spine, smash it to ink, and spit your lines/

Between signs of blue lined tears on white backdrops/

for them.

college ruled while blacks dropped in the street.

so if money is what you lack, take a step back/

a step hispanic, a step black

embody all that in a movement and those who are blind/

won't go insane or be outta their minds/

but inside it.

start t.h.i.n.k.ing......

The Harsh Truth Freestylin

Back on my B.S. like Busta...What's good? I've been really tryin to stay up on my writing and this is just a little of what I've come up with, I hope y'all enjoy. If y'all like this go check out my personal blog at: http://sincebeingrealaintcool.blogspot.com

Just Talking My Shit

I'm in a whole different rubric
So when I say I'm sick
It must be a pandemic
You see?
I'm just tryna "Shine Down" with "a light that's special for you, and me..."
And that last line was a Fiasco for those without Common Sense
I'm so full of wit
So much so that some say I'm full of shit
Well great minds t.h.i.n.k. alike
So I can see why some believe I'm different
When 9 out of 10 agree being real ain't cool
I gotta be the lame 1 out
The movement is the difference
Revenge of the NERDS
Too sincere with my words
So every insult can seem quite absurd
Top of the class while the rest just tryna live on the curve
The problem with folks nowadays is we are quick to act and slow to observe
Everybody's hearing but no one is listening
Caught up by the money and the things that are glistening
Opening blind eyes to search for whats missing
...The Truth
And that's just a bit of it
I like to diversify
When I'm talking my shit
I'm quick, I'm ill
Synonymous for sick
Wordsmith's Anonymous, I'm it
So deep in metaphors
I'm a literary whore
Similes so similar like twins that are alike
I write alliterations as affirmations of my accreditation
T.H.I.N.K. Confederation
So many onomatopoeia's when I see ya
Droppin like boom, bam, kapow
Wow!!! When you see me spitting hyperbole
And you agree,
I had a million ways of doing this
But I only chose one...

-The Harsh Truth

On My Way

I've always had a problem with being too critical of my poetry. For a long time I didn't show or write much poetry because I felt it didn't match up to the poems I had read as a child from authors whose career spans out longer than that of my own. I always thought of poems by such authors as Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, Sunni p, Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Shakespeare, and many others, as perfect. Well I've realized in the past few years that nothings perfect and we can only hope to get as close to perfection as humanly possible by doing our best. So I have a notebook and I've named it "So close to perfection". I've named it this so I wont half-ass when it comes to writing anymore and by doing so, and giving my all, I hope to my works will be as close to perfection as I possibly could get. Soooo without further ranting here's a poem from this notebook.

On My Way

I have no heart felt story to tell
No long forgotten wish made upon a well
I'm not some ghetto child who made it against all odds
You see? I still have yet to make it
And as far as "against all odds"
I've still succumbed to some.
My Life...is not some inspirational piece of literature
where the protagonist survived through unwavering faith
I've had my doubts
And I've had my bouts
Fighting Life just to Live
I've had my wins and I've had my routs.
This Man...That stands here
Has been scared in the face of fear
...I'm not perfect
I'm so far from it that the pursuit seems like a long forgotten memory
from a life lived long ago
My rights have been outnumbered by my wrongs
So much so that I believe I have nothing left
I just want you to see that through my imperfections
I seek to be closer to perfection
closer to being
closer to you...

-The Harsh Truth

Introducing...(DJ disc scratches) The Greatest!!! LOL

I would like to introduce T.H.I.N.K. before I get into really writing post and give y'all a brief history of how we came to be. So I've always had an affinity towards poetry but I would rarely write for leisure. I usually wrote for class or for an extra credit project. When I came to college I decided that I would take the time to cultivate myself and my interest, so I started going to poetry nights. Now, during my freshman year there was only one group of people doing the poetry night and that was sankofa, which consisted of (If I forget some ppl forgive me): Samori Camara (a.k.a Quack), Shanelle Matthews, Lynetria, S. Marie, Jasmine Stovall, and a few other ppl I may have forgotten; but that was the poetry nite that was most accessible and later I came to find out that Donney Rose had poety nites/open mic nites that were happening all across Baton Rouge. I would always go and after a few times I asked my friend D.K. (add.k.tion) to come through. He was nervous and a little shy but after a little shit talking and calling him scared he finally went to one and spit somethin. So for awhile Me and d.k. would go through but this would not last long cause the sankofa group was graduating and well there was no one to take over. This immediately caught my attention and I became interested in creating my own organization that would take over where they left off. Also I was writing some of my own stuff during that time so yeah...I was ready. LOL Fall 06 went by and everybody had graduated or was getting ready to graduate and there was a void to be filled. Spr. 07 comes by and I befriend this dude by the name of Jermaine Taylor (Realigion) and hell he has the same idea I have. So we drafted up some shit, brought it to David Kador (add.k.tion) and Amos Morale (III A.M.), and well there you have it: T.H.I.N.K. LOL Actually Amos came up with the name, acronym and all. But we came together and well we were determined...our only problem was a venue. See, since we were not an official student organization at the time we could not reserve a room so my friend Lyrick Gray (Potential), who was apart of NAACP at the time, told us that he would reserve a room for us under NAACP's name so hell that worked. Then with much help and support from our sister/first lady Mariana Sheppard (Ms. Write) we held our first poetry nite in the magnolia room at the LSU Union. It was a success and wouldn't have been without these key people: Monet Elbert with the graphics, Chloe Elbert for her support, Jaleesa, Savoy, and many others that came out to support and spit. So big shout out to everybody that supported us especially recently: Dee-1, Donney Rose, Samori Camara, AACC (Niya Blair), Monet (MO!), Marcel P. Black, and whoever else.