Sunday, February 24, 2013

TRIGGER HAPPY


Weapon of choice..
Rotation of mind
One dropped in
Fully loaded clip
Cocked
Dropped in chamber
Sights locked in
Dangerous mind
Top slid back
I spit with
No kick back
Tight grip
I spit that
Automatic shit
Squeeze off
Without blinking
Black out
Without thinking
Heart racing
Witness the rain of
Spent shell casings
Hit the deck
No silencer
Silencing all
Negative dropped dimes
When I drop lines
Armed & Dangerous
The weapon of choice...
My mind

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

THE WAIT IS OVER....

ONE STAGE ONE MIC ENTERTAINMENT
IN ASSOCIATION WITH
INNER CHILD PRESS
PRESENTS...
THE REMNANTS OF ME 
BY 
MARQUISE "THE NOTEBOOK" WILLIAMS


NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE ORDER!!!



Sunday, February 17, 2013

ANGEL OF MINE



"Dreams don't have deadlines"
Take care of yourself properly or
You wont have the energy to
Follow through for others
Peace comes easier
By embracing the never ending
Cycle of life
Winter is Always followed by spring
 And each death by a literal or 
Symbolic rebirth
Live
Through your Angelic messages
They're there
Just listen

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Saturday, February 16, 2013

FLY GIRL....


She flies
And she's fly
Just as the plane that 
Carries her to warm embraces
Angel wings
Sitting on winged seat
Staring down at Love's eyes
Shaded by her flared wings
Infrared dots, project where
Shots of Love's injection
Pierced skin into
Metronomed beats of what
Gives me life
She flies
And she's fly
She gives me life
Like longevity
With gray hair sitting on
Porched chairs
Watching the stars
Orion's belt connecting
Our interlocked fingers
Wrapped in 
Stone-cut cyphers
That shine like
The stars in which
We gaze
Exhumed with
Indigo spirits
She flies
And she's fly

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

TRAYVON

Rest 
Young man
Peace 
Without worries
Angel
Born to ascend
That we
May too learn
To fly
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What I Wouldn't Give/duet w Bdiz


What I wouldn’t give...

To have your skin...pressed against my skin

Feeding off your energy

Angelic kisses

Tickled earlobe whispers

Just a touch to know that we live

What I wouldn’t give...

To feel your hair, brush across my face

Face to face…only to stare into your eyes

Reading what you're thinking...in silence

What I wouldn’t give...

To wrap your femininity within my masculinity

Just to have you close to me

And drift

Into a peaceful sleep

Together

~Bdiz
What I wouldn’t give…

To have your arms and legs intertwined
With mine, resting the activity of our limbs
One atop the other

Your genesis holding my revelation
Suffocating the air between us

Holding me tight enough to feel my wings
Pressed into your chest…tight enough to feel
The expansion of your lungs, behind the space 
in your bones where you were lacking now 
reaching for me


Conversations where there are 
no words just inhales and exhales
Allowing our lungs to speak what 
Our hearts feel

Gentle caresses

Finger tipped confessions

Feeling the palm of your hand against
My cheek, imprinting your life line there

What I wouldn’t give…

To fall asleep to poetic lullabies
Your lyrics cascading down from
Earlobes, whispering love into my 
Collarbone

Just to be close to you

Set adrift and make memories with you

To rest easy…with you

With the assurance that you will
Kiss a sunrise into my spine 
Breathe a blue sky into my body 
Signaling the start of a new day
Its Morning

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Friday, February 1, 2013

ECHOES


Echoes
Locked in an acoustic room
Voices bouncing off paint-peeled walls 
From nobody hearing the screams from within
Soundproof
Conversing with the sounds of your own voice
Yelling back at you
No pads on walls to save you from the bruises
The cuts
Scrapes
Scraping away your sanity one layer at a time
Embraced by a make-shift Michael Jackson jacket
But zippers replaced by straps and buckles
Buckling your knees because you can stand 
Whats going on in your own head
White noise mixed with blue screams
Hands tied so, you cant write out your struggles
Being looked at sideways by your reflection 
For talking out your problems
But all you hear
Are echoes
Screaming back at you
Echoes
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