Mic Fiend

I fiend for this poetry  

love to feed my fix as other poets spit

love how their words hypodermic courage

causing other poets to write dope shit 

lost in their linguist 

orgasmic folding rhymes shift schemes like a politicians tongue twist

seasons by experience these word artist illuminate imagery to the extent 

that even blindfolded pallets can see what's being tasted 

sweet similes 

like as is only trumped by the metaphorical mixers

where first sight turns type true love after comparisons meet

enthusiastic euphemisms decomposes ass-backward statements into that "A" sugar sugar sweet

Chris Brown's window-breaking bullshit is converted by inverted hyperbolas 

re branded as a cow's sugar honey iced tea 

spawned thoughts in the rebel's mind secretes secrets onto notebook pages 

converts to memory through recitation 

retrieve stored thoughts by concentration 

negates nervousness without hesitation 

launches truth through larynx ands vibrates as the voice 

of supreme mathematicians 

who simplify "x" factors

resurrecting light in the fractionally utilized minds of blind folks

That's why I'm open to any mic that can withstand a poets spit 

support the depression sometimes invested in this habit 

a mic that's FCCed 

free choice committed 

never afraid of begin pushed to its limits 

the kind that cuts through crowded clubs causing corner conversations o diminish 

whether or not the audience listens

the mic aids until the mission's finished 

like when poetry found me 

a young poet who was 

inspired and educated 

created a quality poet evaluated 

by peers who heard then salutated 

wonder why my presence had been belated 

frustrated over giving compliments that complicated like…

"I'm ji green son"

"Nigga just say thank you damn" 

but they couldn't see me 

fearing arrogance 

or how i paid so much attention 

wondering if the audience was either judging or listening 

to the point that nervousness set in

and I had to st…st…st…st…stop st… st… stuttering 

and m…m…my leg from sh…sh…shakin and shit 

But now i pay homage to some of the local voices that pushed this poet 

and as I'm not one to plagiarize 

understand that parts of this portion has to be quoted

like when Steph-love had me doing the potty dance 

lining having to write right beside having to pee

she animal planeted my passion of the craft to anomalistically marking territory 

as I piss ink onto these pages 

spit spatters the mic when I speak 

might even youtube me a few fans

willing to be R Kellyed by my poetry 

cause I courted poetry with Mrs. Jay's love 

writing poem after poem after poem after poem after poem 

till my hands went numb

followed that with a bended knee proposal 

Jay word's third rock from the thumb

so high I hallucinates dreams

of my last name on poetry 

after she checked the yes no maybe

saying she'd go with me 

our matrimony stays infinite 

like the knowledge that exudes from excaliber's cards

Poetry Correata to my king 

with a dream 

where we bedazzles defeated thinkers dropping jewels like falling stars 

 a dream where poetry and my love is deeper… 

than any metaphor that God Child spits 

like how even the simplistic stages of relationship 

have you like damn i could think of no shit like this 

like that strange fruit kinda love 

two tongues root-twisted in a french kiss 

tired of hangin my love on the corner like some trick 

so I'm gonna use this audience as my witness

peep this 

poetry 

I love love you 

will you marry me? 

she said yes yall!!!!