I've been listening closely to this amazing artist from Trenton, NJ, Chadd Downing. I'm in love with several tracks on his mixtape "PMFL" but this "Number Two" track produced by Hannibal King is just what the doctor ordered. For a hip hop/rap loving poetry enthusiast like myself, it captivates the essence. Take a quick listen and tell me what you think. Then, feast your ears to the rest of his dopeness on http://chadd-downing.tumblr.com/
In my mind i have a Visual Of all of my residuals The mess that i have made Love CAN be individual! I never try to escape it I try to cast no fears And every time I fall again My soul just drowns in tears. I wear my claws out on my sleeves So you could See it coming And don't you hide Behind those eyes Or think that you'll be running. I don't relate to evil But the world is far from safe, And til I head back home I need a love I could embrace One with good intention, One with no expectation. One that results happiness And much consideration. A love so strong it's concrete An abstract work of art, An accident engraved itself Directly in my heart. My heavy thoughts - apocalyptic They hide inside These thoughts so cryptic It's far from normal, Destiny brought this It's project lovebot, MY synopsis With Love, P.
If you ride the Brooklyn bound A train in Manhattan... Blank stares on the A train I recognize this too completely Express stops to nowhere Where expressions can live freely And the train is packed so there's no room for healing what we're dealing with here. It's called new yorker syndrome. Out of towners are perplexed by The emptiness such a lit city can bring home. Their accents, questions and lack of direction makes our ears ring. They don't understand us . They know that we are free While we fear they'll reprimand us For feeling free enough to agree that A little while back new York fucked up the family tree that brings us all together, and we're Losing hopes due to the note that we might have fucked up forever . We don't mind our own endeavors enough To hide the disdain because It costs us to breathe . We often don't complain because the garners had it worse and Their
"It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve and all bad things are easy to get" - Confucius It was always this kind of rhetoric that I ignored as it was repeatedly recited to me in attempts to engrave wisdom into a child who had yet to experience life. I was more so trying to figure out the mysterious things. The human-like features of "Papa Dios" (God) and what those powers the elders spoke of entailed drove my curiosity through the roof. While growing up into the woman I am today, I often wondered why I'd spend countless nights wondering about something that was promised to never physically be seen until death came and we had to follow that light, not realizing that faith is something that must grow from within and we must possess inside of us without the need to constantly verify its existence. I then learned to channel and apply that energy towar
First off, I'd love to thank the ENTIRE Whin Committee For introducing me to a new world of performing arts. I have NEVER in my life touched a stage before, but I feel like after last thursday, it may have been the start to something amazing. As long as I can openly share my thoughts, strengths, and weaknesses through spoken word with the world, the feeling is prodigious. I'm not going to lie, I was the most nervous I had been since I was in labor almost three years ago. Something interesting happened though. The butterflies suddenly turned into wings that lifted me up into the clouds, into a much higher place. I did mess up, a couple of times (oh well.) But overall I think it was a pretty good turn out. But this video is dedicated mostly to all my REAL READERS , the ones who leave me comments, read my poems from DAY 1, and continue to be the reason why I share my passion for writing which has flourished into a dream to recite Spoken W