My First Book

Hello Everyone,

I recently challenged myself to come up with a book of raps in under an hour and here it is: One Hour Rap.  It was just an artistic move I decided to make.  To see what a book of poetry in an hour would look like.  It’s not smooth at times and a better flow could have been used in places but I didn’t want to edit it too much.  I wanted it to be raw.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and please download and share it with everyone you know.

 

Thank you.

 

One Hour Rap

I’m not trying to impress

I promise I made this up on the spot
I couldn’t hold it in so I had to pour it out
nothing I ever say is remembered again
I don’t have time to write it with a pen

nothing left for impression
I only care about feelings
nothing left for interpretation
I’ve let it all lay on the ceiling

#NaPoWriMo Day 14: Am I drunk right now?

the bottom of bottles
make for friends who listen
they take in all your worries
and drown them
only to wake up in the morning
hoping they were lost
but you found them
huddling in a corner of your mind
where they waited in darkness
until you woke up and your dreams
gave way to the sparks that
started the process
of thinking

Cemetary Teacher

He only ever enjoyed going there and nowhere else. There was nothing else he wanted to do but be with the dead and for them to speak to him.  The stony faces of their tombstones were alongside him in the photos he took. He was among friends and they welcomed him.

He would go in the middle of the week when it was most quiet and most people were at work.  Not that a cemetery is the most popular place to go on any day, but in the middle of the day in the middle of the week he felt he could be most comfortable there.  And he never came empty handed.  He always brought with him stories and poetry and sometimes flowers or small gifts for his friends.

He would make his way around the paths in the same order each day.  First he went by the old tombstones from the 19th century and let them know how the world was still an awful place and how god had not come to save humanity at all.  He told them how technology has taken over our lives and that the youth are filled with greed and selfishness.  Sometimes he would bring some whiskey for the men and flowers for the women.  Daisies or roses were his favorite and he would place a single flower on top of the grave, right on the grass.  He loved the grass and how green and full of life it was.  Even though death lay beneath the soil, there wasn’t really any death at all but a circle of death and rebirth.  He figured the body gave food to the worms and other insects, and also provided for the grass that grows on top of them now.  Their bodies have not disappeared into a black hole, but have been transformed into a billion new things, and will continue to transform until the end of time.