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Heathenism 101

Posted by Socra Teez on April 27, 2016 at 8:55 AM Comments comments (2)

scripture says the heathen is justified by faith,

so I find no shame in understanding

misunderstanding is a part of the job description,

when leading

a critics greatest weapon,

is ignorance…not being

knowledgeable of

Hebrew concept of know,

is to become one with

if that process has yet to take place

let alone begin

how can one then truthfully criticize?

but then,

we are only hueman

 

those who know me

those who know me well past the preacher

past the poet…past the professor

past the publisher…past the psychologist

may have a skewed view of actions

not intended for their purpose

and that’s cool

it’s cute how quickly and unconsciously perceived

actions dominate definitions of

right and wrong

however,

I have learned to

accept my heathenism

 

the shrinkage of my circumference

is honestly greeted with a joy I cannot express in words

not in a manner that can be considered respectful

having been constantly reminded how

powerful my sound is,

I digress

I cannot be completely responsible

for what may be misinterpreted

another’s ignorance is not mine to assign

 

some truths are hard to deal

some truths are hard to reveal

some truths are filled with pain

but all truths lead to gain


get your mind right

close your eyes

and you may have sight

sound only adds to what you see

so, look for the love

and let all else be

 

get your life right

and perhaps you will better

sleep at night

you may seek to stop running

full speed down a one-way

the wrong way

 

false echoes followed by

forewords that fuel fires Faith does not forgive,

feeds me faulty fantasies yet to be fulfilled

still

I hold onto hope

I hold onto the hope

that my faith in you

will one day in some way

be rewarded

 

Pink Slip

Posted by Socra Teez on November 26, 2014 at 12:50 AM Comments comments (0)

I’ve got my pen in my right hand

and my pad in the left

“Your services are no longer needed”

is the heading, and at the bottom …

“much success”

I regret to inform you is followed by a blank line,

name insertion,

it’s about that time

You have been given this notice,

because the hour has come to past for you to dip …

beat it, bounce, move on …

You’ve received a pink slip

 

The first time I had to pull out my pad, it cut me to the core

A friend, well an associate …

someone who decided they didn’t want to be so accommodating anymore

He did some shit I wouldn’t expect from an enemy

Pulled some ‘greater’ than player hatin’ bull,

and thought that I wouldn’t see

Instead of being a man, he acted like a little ole “b”

Did his deed, smiled in my face and

“What up man”

was ALL he had to say to me!

This fool pulled a BITCH move, and I’m supposed to act like we’re still cool?

Ice-T told me a LONG time ago though that

“some of the niggas are bitches too”

I tried to rationalize the shit, but I could find NO valid excuse

It was nothing more than a bitch move that a BITCH used …

And for THAT, I gotta slip you!

 

With my pen in my right hand

And my pad in the left

“Your services are no longer needed”

is the heading, and at the bottom …

“much success”

I regret to inform you is followed by a blank line,

name insertion,

it’s about that time

You have been given this notice,

because the hour has come to past for you to dip …

beat it, bounce, move on DAWG!!!

You’ve received a pink slip

 

I aint ever been one to freak behind a love gone bad,

especially when it was behind some GOOD pussy that

a brother never had

It’s not the love lost that gets to me,

that’s ACTUALLY to be expected

But the problem lies with the way WE got to that point,

the shit WE did to neglect it!

Ok … so, say I got beyond her past

After being raped by her cousin at 12, she simply gave UP the ass

By the time she got to me,

I think my number was like 60

I paid it ALL no never mind, because

the girl had STILL been traumatized all this time

In my eyes, she simply needed help and love made me stay

I’d always remind her, her past would never make me walk away

But the problem kicked in when the true lies got serious

From time to time, even her OWN family knew this girl was delirious!

The one that said I raped her was NO fun … and the one that had me beat her in the head with a GUN left me stunned!

One morning, she told me that she loved me right after she blew my brains … and that very damn evening was when the restraining order came and confirmed my worst fear …

THIS bitch is INSANE!

It was NOTHING more than a bitch move that a bitch used …

And for THAT, I gotta slip you

 

With my pen in my right hand

and my pad in the left

“Your services are no longer needed”

is the heading, and at the bottom …

“much success”

I regret to inform you is followed by a blank line,

name insertion,

It’s about that time

You have been given this notice,

because the hour has come to past for you to dip …

beat it, bounce, move on TRICK!!!

You’ve received a pink slip

 

Even family can wreck your shit …

A drunk father or a crack head cousin can certainly make life a trip!

I think back to my CD collection valued at five grand EASY

There’s nothing like a sax solo, bass line or smooth piano to please me

From Motley Crue to Mozart, my shit was tight!

I had a song for EVERY occasion, and if it wasn’t on the rack …

it’d be there by the end of the night

One night, 3 boxes of 50 CD’s sprouted wings and took flight …

and since I knew CD’s don’t fly unless you THROW them,

SUMTHIN’ wasn’t right!

THIS funky bastard tried to deny the obvious and play me for a damn fool

Guess he was too fucked up to remember that

I teach teachers how to teach school

I was JUST about to let the shit go & say that is that …

went to the store to purchase some used CD’s,

and there MY SHIT WAS ON THE RACK!

I asked the manager who sold the CD’s, and we looked at the damn list

Wouldn’t you know … MY CRACK HEAD COUSIN!

Now, I’m REALLY pissed

It was NOTHING more than a bitch move that a bitch used

And for THAT, I gotta slip you!

 

With my pen in my right hand

and my pad in the left

“Your services are no longer needed”

is the heading, and at the bottom …

“much success”

I regret to inform you is followed by a blank line,

name insertion,

it’s about that time

You have been given this notice,

because the hour has come to past for you to dip …

beat it, bounce, move on CUZ!!!

You’ve received a pink slip

See, it REALLY doesn’t matter WHO it is … NO ONES EXEMPT

From fake ass friends to lucid lovers, to fraudulent family …

ANYONE can get slipped

So, the NEXT TIME you notice a bitch move that a bitch used, and they’re fucking up YOUR world view …

get your pen in your right hand

And

your pad in your left

and tell them calmly … I GOTTA SLIP YOU!!!

 

Mistaken Identity

Posted by Socra Teez on January 12, 2014 at 9:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Solitary confinement accented by motions

of silent waves of compromised joy

A dichotomy of confusion placed in a vicarious

position to be isolated in a crowd of torment and pain,

while struck by the notion that nothing is as it seems

How can there be answers, when the questions

have yet to be posed?

What better way to express obscurity, than by

supply minus demand

But there will be a need, right?

Like needing a crowd

Like needing a crew

Like needing someone who needs you

There will be a need, right?

Like needing water

Like needing food

Like needing to be in a mellow mood

There will be a need, right?

Is it a request or a requirement?

Is it a craving or a determent?

Is it a want or a need?

The fine line that separates the two,

borders reality and insanity

Are you experienced enough to know the difference?

The request is something you delight in

The requirement is something necessity

says cannot afford to bend

In spite of those things you would like,

Have you confused simplicities for complexities

just to feel fine?

Have you lost yourself in your needs

to pacify those dirty deeds done dirt cheap

a sometime?

Have you been looking at blue skies with grey tinted shades?

Have you mistaken the clubs in your hidden hands for spades?

Have you longed to sing a song who’s tune you have hummed all night?

Have you been running from a problem that your soul knows just isn’t right?

The plot thickens as the questions are thusly posed,

ad the once naivety of issues is thusly disposed

It is no longer possible to look Ignorance

in the eyes and feel as though you look in a mirror

That strange dichotomy that places you

in vicarious positions due to

Confusion slowly slips away

Aware of your present position,

the acquisition of light makes it possible to see

The dark path you have traveled is a

dead end in a cloudy cave

A natural formation not fit for human habitation

Why are your hats hung here?

Once again,

silent waves of compromised joy flow in from

torrential floods of emotions that make you

wonder why you forced yourself inside

You can no longer hide from Fate

The monumental moment is at hand

to humble yourself and separate

your wants and your needs

 

laujikwurx

Posted by Socra Teez on May 30, 2013 at 7:20 PM Comments comments (0)

I’m telling you…

(she was telling me, really?)

 

if you believe in the impossible,

how do you allow the tangible

to inhibit the probable?

like reminding me to be religious, although this war is spiritual

if you're calling a spade a spade,

how am I wrong for making mention of the malarkey

Maliciousness made?

soul’s been singed, mind remolded and sanity scolded

perhaps, more offended than anything

nothing never means everything,

till it means sumthing

so, how does one profanely protest an assumption

systematically set in ghost mode to snickerly satisfy

sumone else’s selfish insinuations?

everyone has a story…a soundtrack…a symphony

to say what sumone’s isn’t,

is to assert what yours is

what you give is what you get

how else am eye to respond to blatant disregard and profound disrespect?

my matching the mode met,

is no more wrong than being right in calling a vanity mirror a lie

and why?

like a lost lover looking for an everlasting love,

loose lips precedes an untamed tongue

eyem addicted to understand

craving wisdom in every ignorant act

found that

facts are figures for statistics

and

reality

like beauty

is employed by the beholder

when working with a bolder brilliance,

minimize the amount of contrast

enhance hue

and let the levels do they do

greatly improving the images intelligence

eye can only imagine the objective usefulness

of tyrannical treachery

the madness stupidity offers, is but a token of immeasurable despair

when demeaning symbols are easily slung to create the greatest amount of destruction,

what compliments care?

Disparity never allows Delirium to travel

alone for too long

so always be prepared for a

foul stench in the air

the strain of misguided persecutions

remove restraints, allowing for the easy extraction of useless sacraments

tell me…

how does one find comfort in confusion?

in a world of popular public opinion polls

prostituted politicians and false positive preachers

what is pleased?

the price of infamy is pain

when heaven is pimped as a consolation prize

long as eye serve as a hypocrite’s assistant

tell me…

how shall eye proceed?

dense hearts numb perspective cognition,

like translucent logic irradiates retention

remorse is all that resides

pride

set aside

eye am rightly left alone

holding my hot cup of

empty apathetic empathy

perhaps eye am a hypocrite’s prodigal son

eye am the patron

saint of uncanny shit

whoa is me

 

 

eye am

Posted by Socra Teez on February 21, 2013 at 12:35 AM Comments comments (1)

On any given Sunday, the sun can be seen setting in the west

after rising in the east

(a small price to pay for commanding peace)

Brief glimpses of greatness rise from meaningless sex stained sheets

that cover flesh trained briefs

all in search of Solomon’s lost key

Spend every dime

exhaust both energy & time

to force open a third eye

merely but for a five minute dream

And it seems

some still cannot see me

Lite speed is rather fast, so screw it

eye am your epiphany’s fantasy

kiss me on my ego

So serious

Circumsize your mind

eyem a miracle making melody maker

eye can redirect your mind, redefine reality

Take three lefts so eye can right

as eye remix time

A walking contradiction…black man with blue blood who bleeds red

My reflection resembles Pinhead

However, this façade is adequate or so eye’ve heard it said

Hannibal Lecture is a colleague,

so lessers become banana bread biscotti’s for my

Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee with Parisian almond crème & toffee

eye am the double headed demon who saves

Change the game with a wave of my hand who craves

Thus, be it resolved, eye am reality at its finest

Your land is my domain

eye am pharaoh reborn

eye am your highness

eye am the reason non-singing lames are

singing in their works on the first place

If you take a pile of pooh

spray paint it platinum, you will still have nothing more

than a pretty pile of shit...please

Cornbread, Earl, Hi-C & Me

We made sure the scene was supplied banging beats

we wrote the blueprint on

“How To Make Your Poetry Show Hot: Even When the Shit on Your List Is Not”

eye am not that nigga, although eye am the O.N.E.

Hell, eyem the reason why they offer disclaimers at shows son

prick please

nothing more than a flea to me

eye electrify audiences like Blanka baby

act like you know

eyem an uncanny x-man well beyond super,

eyem an extraordinary hero

Call me Mr. Manhattan, because eye can make incredulous things happen

Hey, eyem the reason pussy-hunting pretenders defecting to rapping

they aint got nuts like these

Spend their child’s support change to download a lyricist greatest hits collection on mp3, only to read the biography and discover their favorite artist’s favorite artist is SocraTeez

Eye handle my bitch problem one flee at a time

Wondering if eyem going to get mines, is like tweeting the Brothers Johnson and Jesus to see if the son is going to shine

get the funk outta my face

Eyem so ahead of you hoes, eyem bungee jumping on Jupiter broadcasting live in HD from space

You can still keep up with a sundial, it’s true

a non-commissioned analogue is right once in a while

every dog has its day

eye imagine its only fair that this principle applies to a bitch too

eye am this game and this game is me

eyem so art

eye inhale society’s tells and piss filtered fantasies that echoes a drunk mans cream dreams

eye secrete seduction and feed from Despair in apologetics

eye am poetry, so when eye inhale putrid past lives that amount to humorous lies, eye filter the foolishness and exhale aesthetics

eye am having tea in the Sahara with Peter Parker & Ciara, and they are referring to me as Dr. Stephen Strange

strange...but eye know you see it

eye am life, liberty and the pursuit of freedom

you heard it right, eye am poetry

So, play your position trick and treat the game with a little more respect

You have been begging for the real...

Well, this shit right here...is about as real as it gets

colder than the cum from iceman’s dick, trick, eye may be an ass...never an anus, but bitch eye aint shit to play with

eye”ll make you famous...hello hoe

ask your girl if eyem not her biggest secret

Even when you go hard

she’s still thinking about me

eye am the plumb line, the cleaner and the waiter

if poetry is my Stars Wars, then Luke,

eye am your father

eye am Lord Vader

Both maniac and braniac

beautiful nightmare

king of beast

you are a pussy being fed by a griffin,

if we are what we eat

eye am the trillion dollar O.G.

and you...you are a four dollar jigga

look well beyond the frame

eye know you see it

eye am a North African Albino,

when eye go ape my nigga

eye am nirvana

so, eye am Billy Badass’ superlative figure

King Kong, Mighty Joe Young and Godzilla pay homage to me baby,

because eye go-realla

 

the horizon

Posted by Socra Teez on February 20, 2013 at 8:00 PM Comments comments (2)

Let’s meet on the horizon of a dream

A dream with

Purple skies and blue mountains

Green seas and yellow trees

Let’s mix up the color of everything,

So we can hide in the beauty of imagination

This is our world,

And it can be as jazzy as we want it to be

So,

Let’s meet on the horizon of a dream

A dream with

Passion as our appetizer

And

Ecstasy as our entrée

Let’s make desire our destination,

And promise me we will never leave

This is our world,

And it can be as pleasing as we want it to be

So,

Let’s meet on the horizon of a dream

A dream with

A meaningful me

And

A purposeful you

Let’s define our destiny,

So we can support each other

This is our world, 

And it can be as majestic as we want it to be

So,

Let’s meet on the horizon of a dream

The horizon beckons

And

Life awaits

 

perhaps

Posted by Socra Teez on February 20, 2013 at 7:55 PM Comments comments (2)

Sometimes I hurt,

And I don’t know why

Often times, there is pain,

But there are no bruises

Consequently, I want to cry

But I know not why

Perhaps my past is seeking

Vengeance

Perhaps the present does not like its

Path

Perhaps the future is filled with too much

Fantasy and no reality

perhaps

Perhaps there is a forest of trees with no leaves,

Nor roots to call their own

Perhaps there is a castle that sits in the clouds,

But the gods must have abandoned it

Perhaps rivers cease to flow,

Because tears have watered their paths

Perhaps empty skies are filled with stars,

And grey skies were always blue

Perhaps lost loves were never lost, yet

They are only in hiding

Perhaps broken dreams are mended with hope

perhaps

 

Heathenism 101

Posted by Socra Teez on Comments comments (0)
scripture says the heathen is justified by faith,
so I find no shame in understanding
misunderstanding is a part of the job description,
when leading
a critics greatest weapon,
is ignorance…not being
knowledgeable of
Hebrew concept of know,
is to become one with
if that process has yet to take place
let alone begin
how can one then truthfully criticize?
but then,
we are only hueman
those who know me
those who know me well past the preacher
past the poet…past the professor
past the publisher…past the psychologist
may have a skewed view of actions
not intended for their purpose
and that’s cool
it’s cute how quickly and unconsciously perceived
actions dominate definitions of
right and wrong
however,
I have learned to
accept my heathenism
the shrinkage of my circumference
is honestly greeted with a joy I cannot express in words
not in a manner that can be considered respectful
having been constantly reminded how
powerful my sound is,
I digress
I cannot be completely responsible
for what may be misinterpreted
another’s ignorance is not mine to assign
some truths are hard to deal
some truths are hard to reveal
some truths are filled with pain
but all truths lead to gain
get your mind right
close your eyes
and you may have sight
sound only adds to what you see
so, look for the love
and let all else be
get your life right
and perhaps you will better
sleep at night
you may seek to stop running
full speed down a one-way
the wrong way
false echoes followed by
forewords that fuel fires Faith does not forgive,
feeds me faulty fantasies yet to be fulfilled
still
I hold onto hope
I hold onto the hope
that my faith in you
will one day in some way
be rewarded