Lyrical Art (itis)

"I'm nobody's casanova, I leave as I came...alone" - The SoD



Hit up Charisma on friday night. Wanted to stay the whole night but I was drained by the live band that was killing all of us with the ol school jazz. They were pretty stingy with their stage time and wanted all of us to start during intermission so the open mic didn't start for like 2 hours. I actually found myself texting like crazy to friends that were asking me about what was going on. 2 drinks and maybe about 5 burgers later, I was totally on 'itis' mode. I was on a couch talking to Concious and damn near fell asleep.


When the band finally took that break, it was on. My man D. Moss came thru and became the honorary host. He forgot his piece which was ok seeing that he's so well known on the poetry circut up this way. He did his thing though as the next one he sped through. After this, the sign up list was torn up and we were picked by random to perform. I actually went second as I told folks that I couldn't stay because of work. (I was just tired man). I performed this piece I wrote called "Inside A Mirror" and stole it for awhile. Pushed wigs back and took my seat with ease. With drink number 3, another poet by the name of JSun came over to my table and gave me props for killing it with my piece. From what I understand, my man D is known for his love poetry. Me on the other hand, although I can write and perform love based poems, that's not what I'm all about.


"I noticed yall don't ever come or leave with anybody, yet yall spit to the ladies...."

"I think I'm here to spit poetry, not pick up pussy."

"That's good, but damn you should hear the ladies talk after yall perform, you two got these women thinking about what Springfield has to offer yo, for real."
"Well... tell them to get at me when I finish my real estate class."
"Shit dude, well neither one of yall got rings on and got the crowd buzzin', they already talking bout' Love Jones on Monday."
"Damn"
"You bringing the heat?"
"I'll be there."
"Aight then. It's on."


My man JSun done let me know that I been pegged. Due to the fact that I don't want to make this post seem like the lost scrolls I won't go into the rest of the convo, but it took some convincing and a 16 bar freestyle that let him know I'm not about making lyrical love to folks. Don't get me wrong, my work starts at the heart, then works its way to my mind which then hits the paper and not before long either read or memorized for the masses. Love is something I am extremely passionate about so yeah, I write about it alot. There's also awareness, come uppance, story telling, cause and effect, and a good amount of topics and visuals that I let loose. I'm nobody's casanova, I leave as I came to all of my events....alone.


So I have Love Jones tonight. 3 pieces, and yeah after listening last time, I realize that ALL poets spit love pieces at this venue. So yeah J, I will be bringing the heat. D said he'll be there and to bring my hottest joints as he wanted to have a silent battle between me and him. In the spirit of friendly competition it would be nice. Yet I don't know how we would determine who did what better. Oh well, I'm there to spit so that's what I'm gonna do.

On another note...my prediction on the Sox has rang true, the Stankees are on the ropes (bye bye tonight) and the Pats are undefeated. Take that.
My fam from Cali is coming thru this weekend, awwwwwwwww shit.
Guilty Pleasure: It's always sunny in Philadelphia
Hey K* my car has the option of going manual and freaking it like a stick, you know the kid had it up to 135 coming home right?
felt like 80 though.


I'm out, gotta slow down.
The SoD