Even through confusion we found fusion
No need for menus, we both order us
Love of a lifetime, Haley’s Comet
But now...we just living off its’ starry dust
Going through the motions like black hair…
Why has this conditioner harden us?
Proxy---bonded and bounded 2 oxy
Inhaling expletives from exasperation…it carboned us
Man we so far from us
Aliens in our abode, fucking feeling like foreigners-in love
Know the alphabets--not the language--it’s all Greek to me
A stack of words in this pic we painted, but you don’t speak to me
The only reason ya maintaining, cuz you texting them and me
After all these rabbits, monkeys and birds,
I know your faith is fatigued
But you camouflaging me with things from my days at the university
I thought we’d never vanquish, as long as we believed
Damn it’s so hard to sustain when all you see is sea
And you think the world ends, scared of La Niña
Cuz you fear all the niñas, think I’m gonna veer to India
We could discover a new world and eclipse Amerigo
Love conquers all, Cupids nature's imperial
Baby you can both fear it all and be inferior
But you wouldn’t be here at all, if we weren’t superior
It may take a miracle
Either bounce or bounce if ya wit me
...memories only count if ya with me
Recount all the mini-memories
is like accounting for pennies
But then it amounts to a mountain of plenty
reasons we even was, are and will be
Ounces...There’s no many without any
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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TRPoetry
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Texit (JOATMON)
I predicted this would happen, but I still wasn't prepared
Indigently steered in to the wall, and prayed to be spared
Read the revelations from the glass tablet, but I was deafened from the blare
Herald from Seer and heeled by the Sayer
Reared in the womb of her problems
Still neutered off her
Now outgrown the pot of closed doors
But still rooted in her
Tried to detour this runaway train
But still routed to her
Screaming my love through tears that puddle on my screen
But they muted to her
Am I suited for her?
Haute Couture or Tailored
Obscured by the ones from Baylor
I seen the trailer
Wasn't ready for a sequel
The aim was to keep you
So I was game for a reboot
Didn't know I was in the lane for a lame reshoot
Action, Take a zillion
Can't say I hate the persons, but I do hate the feelings
Filled in
Cavity carved the fleeting love of those women
But those are those women
I chose woman, but I knows women
Men go hunting
Women they go fishing
But is it so different
To kill or be caught
They live to be hooked
Ain't lived till I shot
Baby you were gone before you sent that text
Just cuz someone is new doesn't mean they are next...
...options....
....delete message...
...are you sure....
....New Message
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Entrance (JOATMON)
Enter me!
The road from an embryo to an entity
I've lost it all..
Bye virginity
Sayonara divinity
Left with my enemies
Them or me, can't be haunted by their memory
In a Mexican Stand-Off with him, I, and inner me...
Please
Don't be afraid!
Be Amazed!
The maze of a raisin in the sun
The raising of a son placed upon a mom
Who gave chase to her wants and never wafted from the brunt
I was made in a dorm
She never stayed in a dorm
She wasn't too dumb, she was just too young...
And dangerous is what they labeled me
My race so enabling
My color so disabling
Maybe I was born with it or maybe it was Maybeline
All made up-A cover
But it's hard to escape the scene
Reality bites I had to figure out away to dream
Over hungers growl, figure out away to sing
You know a hood nigga always had a way to scheme
Like Nino puffin cigars in the carter hid a way like kings...
Of Princes of Paupers-No visit from papa
But he didn't know he had to visit the bastard
Its hard to write that sentence, the pastor
Told me God's my father
You mean the same dude who is the cause of the Christmas disaster
Unwrapping next months late rent
Both them niggas missing in action
Fathers found in my features made in both likenesses
Never thought I turn on TV and see him, I might as well try the shit
I was scared to meet him, didn't think I was man enough
But he stepped up to the plate taught me about manning up
And down
I been making moves since the OJ Trial News
How he gonna show me how to be me…how to be He?
How to be Me?
Why? Because my mother was paying bills
When I wasn't dodging detention I was avoiding getting killed
What's the problem with me sagging, I ranked number 14?
Where he saw potential I couldn't.
He just wanted more for me
To the world I was just adolescent adder
Where you saw a man, I saw a ladder
I saw a gram, when I saw adult
Trying to support my fam, telling time by my shadow
Silhouettes...
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Married.to.SallieMae
Heisman to Hell (JOATMON)
Ain't no Vicodin for heart ache
p Running with the truth
White Bronco for the car chase
Absence of evidence is the evidence of absence
Sole witness to the presence of my present for they asses
Whats a crime without passion?
Especially when the passion is crime-She's mine Motherfucker!
I bought them panties you ripped off,
Makeup you messed up-You kissed death when you kissed her
Nicole…
I don't remember our first kiss
But I remember last ones, each one a special gift
I knew what I had, but you didn't know that I had it
Stolen by this nigga covered in blood and one of your fake eyelashes
Tragic? Bitch Please! You didn't suffer nan
I am a MotherKiller, instead of a MotherFucker now
You had kids by me, but you don't want a brother now?
Left him dead at the door, and dared him to say he loved her now
Man I wonder who's the owner of this glove I found?
The tragedy is that I gotta live knowing that I failed
For the first time in my life, and I can't let that ship sail
I hope to end up where your eyes land
But now death to me is jail
It all started with a Heisman
It all ended up in Hell
....strike the pose...
...pull the gun away from your head...
TRPastiche
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Married.to.SallieMae
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monsters ryanphipps.blogspot.com
He's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
She's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
He's a monster.
Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom
While not royalty,
The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;
...He was merely ignorant.
She's a monster.
The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony
While not apparent in the forward,
The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition
She was the textbook terror.
He's a monster.
He invaded to evade; not to reign
He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,
Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.
He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.
She's a monster.
They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes
Seduced her horror into my heart
Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.
Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath
Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills
He's a monster.
No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures
But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...
...over the reality of things to be-that were
I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!
She's a monster
Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo
A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers
She caused my heart to think and feel for me!
She effected my heart to think and feel only her!
She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!
He's a monster.
The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures
As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,
His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window
Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood
His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction
Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash
She's a monster.
The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun
And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws
Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers
They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies
And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance
He's a monster
And as he lunged towards my me
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
She's a monster.
Roped to her heart hungry stomach,
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
You see I am a monster.
And with the inevitable looking so inviting
Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy
Every predator is prey...to something
....and its feeding time
...eat or get ate...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
She's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
He's a monster.
Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom
While not royalty,
The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;
...He was merely ignorant.
She's a monster.
The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony
While not apparent in the forward,
The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition
She was the textbook terror.
He's a monster.
He invaded to evade; not to reign
He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,
Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.
He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.
She's a monster.
They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes
Seduced her horror into my heart
Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.
Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath
Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills
He's a monster.
No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures
But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...
...over the reality of things to be-that were
I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!
She's a monster
Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo
A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers
She caused my heart to think and feel for me!
She effected my heart to think and feel only her!
She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!
He's a monster.
The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures
As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,
His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window
Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood
His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction
Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash
She's a monster.
The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun
And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws
Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers
They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies
And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance
He's a monster
And as he lunged towards my me
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
She's a monster.
Roped to her heart hungry stomach,
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
You see I am a monster.
And with the inevitable looking so inviting
Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy
Every predator is prey...to something
....and its feeding time
...eat or get ate...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Monday, June 20, 2011
Orenthal's Room
**Phone Rings**Cleaners: We haven't had anyone call for a shirt, when did you take out your dry cleaning?
Last month my name is ..., my girl usually drops it off my customer number is 789
Cleaners: Oh hi Mr. ..., I met your brother he is a funny guy he came in with your wife last month to pick up your dry cleaning
Cup full of crown, drinkin staring at your name in cell phone
I should call you and go home
But I know your not alone
This good woman I should try,
someone who can appreciate a good guy
One cup for me is too much
I'm about to call yo ass, pick up...
Fuck that nigga that's eclipsing me
I can taste his toothpaste when you kissin me
Fuck that nigga that's inside you now
He better be with you when it all goes down
(Are you home Right Now?)
I might can't do better but I cant do worst
Where has my woman been lately
I might can't do better but I cant do worst
Ill just prayin waitin on you to get here
Another cup of henny, I don't even drink liquor
I don't care how long it takes you to get here
I don't even miss you no more
Confused between nights and mornings
Cuz the sun isn't important
When your pluto....what you mean im not a planet just granite
hook
I used to be addicted to facebook pimpin and tempted by fucking bitches that I almost had
Disappointment
I never knew I had to make an fucking appointment just to call yo ass
Where is the cake cuz--
This is a party yep this is a party
I hope you brought that nigga cuz this is a party
Thank you for comin cuz noone is leavin
God just lost another angel to his own demon
Wish I could go but ain't no escapin from freedom
--And this was torture
Free Clinic Waiting Room this is torture
Kept away from the snakes in the orchard
But damn eve for Christ shakes your just a whore for
The fruits odor, thats why you inhale, engulf and reorder (Another Please)
Hard stay updated when you fuckin the twitter Orca
Dumb bird tryna keep him at capacity
An Opacity to your insecure voracity
Combat Mortality...Fatality
Like Cano took his heart cuz his had yours
And yours has mine and I had to get first
Why in my dry cleaning did I get that shirt?
hook
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
The roofs on fire, and the floor too...
I got some more juice... Is there more goose?
I don't wanna take it straight or ill get in some trouble...
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
WTF IS BLACK? #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE (HxRxR)
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In 30 years the Black Culture/Experience will be relic and only referenced by Top 100 Radio, Blogsite Archives and blurbs in liberal textbooks #conservativesdontcareaboutblackpeople
With a faithless spiritual compass, un-recognizable cultural map, and un-learned racial history, the Black Identity will be un- and in-identifiable.
The Black Identity in America has been in a losing war since Integration, The Assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. , the movie The Mack and the 1980s Crack Epidemic/Reganomics.
These four events together and overtime has wilted, eroded and eradicated the strong, spiritual, communal and persevering Black-Negro-Colored pride and identity, wrought on the whipped and sunburned backs of slaves kidnapped from Mother Africa.
While many aging Civil Rights Leaders, Elders and educated and inspired scholar fight everyday to not only restore it and re-forge it, the Black Identity is losing. With its biggest foe within its own camp, Fighting a war on two fronts, internal & external, has weakened it and led to the tea-ing and the creaming of the coffee.
Moreover, The emerging Global Economy has reared Classism. Suburban Black Kids find more equality in Suburban White Kids than Poorer Kids, especially ones who are Black #aintneverplayedHIDEngoGETIT
The creaming of the coffee seems to some as a realization of Kings Dream, but the de-Blacking our race had lead to our current delusion concurrent dilution and eventual disillusion
#REALTALK WHO ARE WE?!
In our pursuit of American happiness we have adopted the Anglo-Saxon value of individualism. Neglecting our tribal/communal instincts/culture as members of the African Diaspora.
Why did we let US become I. Unity's power hasn't diminished #greatestweaponever, but OUR lack of understanding US & sacrifice for US has relegated it to scholarship essay prompts and Black History Month fodder
PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA does not evoke the same familiarity that Jesse Jackson does #rootothebruhs, but his lucky struggle to the top is detailed in every NBA/NFL athlete's bio and every platinum #nowadaysgold rappers album
Read PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA'S book The Audacity of Hope and then listen to Hov's Reasonable Doubt, they parallel in so many ways. But instead of internalizing both these great stories and conceive "The Audacity of Doubt." Young Black People have bear the illegitimate "Reasonable Hope".
The Audacity of Hope to the streets is the Reality of Dope. Dime bags don't beget diamonds, but dying. Suicide, Homicide and Genocide, all at the same time. Same suspects same victims, the news is a deja vu of yesterday and tomorrow.
It's sad that I can call another Black Man "Brother" now a days & he reply "I'm sorry you have the wrong person". Yes I do sir, Brother not estranged, but strangers
It has even poisoned Africa, the Cradle of Humanity has become the grave of insanity. Most Africans know atleast 3 languages in an social effort to better understand each other. But in a world where only money talks, the canon is currency. And the Dollar Dictatorship has sunk many parts of our beautiful ancestry into a pit of blood, tears, and disease.
Our lack of Spiritual Backbone has turned us into invertebrates, wings of fear flying till we fall, because we are unable to step on the foundation of faith.
WE GO TO DO BETTER, BUT WHO THE FUCK IS WE?! #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE
#IMJUSSAYIN
HUEYxRILEYxRUCKUS
TRPASTICE
TUMBLR
TRPOETRY
married.to.salliemae
@trphipps
In 30 years the Black Culture/Experience will be relic and only referenced by Top 100 Radio, Blogsite Archives and blurbs in liberal textbooks #conservativesdontcareaboutblackpeople
With a faithless spiritual compass, un-recognizable cultural map, and un-learned racial history, the Black Identity will be un- and in-identifiable.
The Black Identity in America has been in a losing war since Integration, The Assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. , the movie The Mack and the 1980s Crack Epidemic/Reganomics.
These four events together and overtime has wilted, eroded and eradicated the strong, spiritual, communal and persevering Black-Negro-Colored pride and identity, wrought on the whipped and sunburned backs of slaves kidnapped from Mother Africa.
While many aging Civil Rights Leaders, Elders and educated and inspired scholar fight everyday to not only restore it and re-forge it, the Black Identity is losing. With its biggest foe within its own camp, Fighting a war on two fronts, internal & external, has weakened it and led to the tea-ing and the creaming of the coffee.
Moreover, The emerging Global Economy has reared Classism. Suburban Black Kids find more equality in Suburban White Kids than Poorer Kids, especially ones who are Black #aintneverplayedHIDEngoGETIT
The creaming of the coffee seems to some as a realization of Kings Dream, but the de-Blacking our race had lead to our current delusion concurrent dilution and eventual disillusion
#REALTALK WHO ARE WE?!
In our pursuit of American happiness we have adopted the Anglo-Saxon value of individualism. Neglecting our tribal/communal instincts/culture as members of the African Diaspora.
Why did we let US become I. Unity's power hasn't diminished #greatestweaponever, but OUR lack of understanding US & sacrifice for US has relegated it to scholarship essay prompts and Black History Month fodder
PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA does not evoke the same familiarity that Jesse Jackson does #rootothebruhs, but his lucky struggle to the top is detailed in every NBA/NFL athlete's bio and every platinum #nowadaysgold rappers album
Read PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA'S book The Audacity of Hope and then listen to Hov's Reasonable Doubt, they parallel in so many ways. But instead of internalizing both these great stories and conceive "The Audacity of Doubt." Young Black People have bear the illegitimate "Reasonable Hope".
The Audacity of Hope to the streets is the Reality of Dope. Dime bags don't beget diamonds, but dying. Suicide, Homicide and Genocide, all at the same time. Same suspects same victims, the news is a deja vu of yesterday and tomorrow.
It's sad that I can call another Black Man "Brother" now a days & he reply "I'm sorry you have the wrong person". Yes I do sir, Brother not estranged, but strangers
It has even poisoned Africa, the Cradle of Humanity has become the grave of insanity. Most Africans know atleast 3 languages in an social effort to better understand each other. But in a world where only money talks, the canon is currency. And the Dollar Dictatorship has sunk many parts of our beautiful ancestry into a pit of blood, tears, and disease.
Our lack of Spiritual Backbone has turned us into invertebrates, wings of fear flying till we fall, because we are unable to step on the foundation of faith.
WE GO TO DO BETTER, BUT WHO THE FUCK IS WE?! #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE
#IMJUSSAYIN
HUEYxRILEYxRUCKUS
TRPASTICE
TUMBLR
TRPOETRY
married.to.salliemae
@trphipps
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