Category Archives: Poetry

Right over left
With the lace
Make an X
Tug the bottom underneath
Tight in place
Loop ‘em and knot ‘em
Double knot to keep it taut
Pump, pump, pump
Stuck out the tongue
Jump, jump, jump
Won’t be gravity caught
In our Reebok Pumps
Yesterday’s our afterthought

Let’s kick it soon
Summa
Summa
Summa cum laude
Let’s kick it down the streets
To Hip Hop, Rock, Jazz and Blues
Tiger Stripes and Tire Treads, our creed
We’re sunk to pump
Summa cum laude
And don’t know defeat
In our Reebok Pumps

Let’s kick it soon
Summa
Summa
Summa cum laude
Let’s kick it down the streets
To Hip Hop, Rock, Jazz and Blues
Tiger Stripes and Tire Treads, our creed
We’re sunk to pump
Summa cum laude
And don’t know defeat
In our Reebok Pumps

I am painting greenbacks
They call me Gilbert Stuart
Piling ‘em in hundo stacks
Never any fewer
Walking in packs
Spicy as szechauan
Fire as komodo
Jump’n as pogo
Flashy as the po – po
Close – knit, tight together
A deck of cards
By crosswalks and rivers
Ready for an attack
Crosswords and Sudoku
Jaguar, lion or giraffe
Shotgun triggers
Hoods, spotted fur, long necks
Zebras, cars, racing stripes
The Cats steal or Purr – chase
Me around, howl at the moon
Wolves and hounds
You’re my dog
I won’t let you lay in the pound
Whether it’s light, dark or noon
Walk down the hall
Have any empty room that you found
The entire floor, couch and any sounds
Ideas, cash, flash
Ash out the flume
My mind got me
Summa cum laude
Now I do everything
Sunk to pump
Walking, talking, what’s up
In my Reebok Pumps

Let’s kick it soon
Summa
Summa
Summa cum laude
Let’s kick it down the streets
To Hip Hop, Rock, Jazz and Blues
Tiger Stripes and Tire Treads, our creed
We’re sunk to pump
Summa cum laude
And don’t know defeat
In our Reebok Pumps

Let’s kick it soon
Summa
Summa
Summa cum laude
Let’s kick it down the streets
To Hip Hop, Rock, Jazz and Blues
Tiger Stripes and Tire Treads, our creed
We’re sunk to pump
Summa cum laude
And don’t know defeat
In our Reebok Pumps

Castañeda thinks deities
On an evening, it’s Samedie
Voodoo and Santeria
Orisha at the Botanica
And we feel like we’re sparking stones
Lighting candles for
True, colors glow in different tones
Fire is hot but cool
Wind is blowing smoke
And lava waves
Over muck and mire
To the grotto
C – A – K – You thought I’d say E
And we live by the motto
Tiger Stripes
And Tire Treads
We are defined by our coats and scars
Refined by our memories we show to all
It shines in our trail
We leave behind
Like paws on wet cement
It dries; we have pride ‘n flow
Down the open road
Each a Shere
In North America
Kicks are Pumps in neon
So everyone can
Hear, like a Live Feed
See, like the bright of LV
MLK dream
We the team
That sews up seams
I.E. N – O, from sunk to pump
New Orleans

Let’s kick it soon
Summa
Summa
Summa cum laude
Let’s kick it down the streets
To Hip Hop, Rock, Jazz and Blues
Tiger Stripes and Tire Treads, our creed
We’re sunk to pump
Summa cum laude
And don’t know defeat
In our Reebok Pumps

Let’s kick it soon
Summa
Summa
Summa cum laude
Let’s kick it down the streets
To Hip Hop, Rock, Jazz and Blues
Tiger Stripes and Tire Treads, our creed
We’re sunk to pump
Summa cum laude
And don’t know defeat
In our Reebok Pumps

Once again, Forest Allread on the artwork. Brooklyn Betty bridges the gap between fantasy and reality. Don’t mean to tease…but that sneak peek of the next Short-Sleeve Tee….currently shopping around for a shop to print them

Redd J
Can you pass me
A mug of instant
I want to get the day jump’n
Roll down the Presidential tint
And wake up this day
Get it jump’n
No more incognito
I want to wave
For instance…

C – L – E, K – I – D
Cud up another mixtape
Drop it on a cassette please
Cause my laptop’s broke
The screen got bent
I can’t bite the Apple, it froze
My Mac – Man
Got eaten by a ghost
Like Pac – Man
So now I’m walk’n home
Reading the fine print from the Postman
And homie, I want to hear
Your flow talk’n
From the headphones
Of my nineties walkman
Covered in Logos
Alien and Airwalk
Airwing in the clouds
Slippy, Peppy, Falco
David the Gnome on Fox
McCloud, 64 bits
But how am I supposed to fall asleep
Without tunes in my machine loud
Cause if life’s the textiles
Sleep is the seams
Music is the pillow
How else I gonna know
What I gonna conquer
If I don’t dream
R – W tee, B jeans
Yeah, we on the same team

Hook, line & sinker
Hook, line & sinker

The worm on the hook
At the end of the line
Is look’n fresh
Yeah, I’m gonna sinker
To the depths
Deeper and deeper
Yeah, I’m a deep thinker
Yeah, I’m a deep thinker

Hook, line & sinker
Hook, line & sinker

The worm on the hook
At the end of the line
Is look’n fresh
Yeah, I’m gonna sinker
To the depths
Deeper and deeper
Yeah, I’m a deep thinker
Yeah, I’m a deep thinker

Hook, line & sinker
Hook, line & sinker

I sit back and am think’n
My mind needs rob’n
Hood give’n back
To the poor
Ideas to explore
Make’n Wayne and John
Not seem so little anymore
And treasure everyone craves
Millions more
But I sit back further, think
Keep talking for
It takes months to harvest corn
And in course
My words are make’n waves
Heads are bobb’n
As they’re float’n on a boat
Rock’em, sock’em robots
Their heads bobb’n to the flow
In the summer I’m SPF 85
In the winter I’m that coat
I’m capital D – C, A for alive
And I’m thinking while my dreams sew
The future I’m knit’n
Listen, I’m spit’n wisdom

Hook, line & sinker
Hook, line & sinker

The worm on the hook
At the end of the line
Is look’n fresh
Yeah, I’m gonna sinker
To the depths
Deeper and deeper
Yeah, I’m a deep thinker
Yeah, I’m a deep thinker

Hook, line & sinker
Hook, line & sinker

The worm on the hook
At the end of the line
Is look’n fresh
Yeah, I’m gonna sinker
To the depths
Deeper and deeper
Yeah, I’m a deep thinker
Yeah, I’m a deep thinker

Hook, line & sinker
Hook, line & sinker

spare change by shere-akrhan

I’m building a puzzle
Of the Nobel Peaces, heirs
They’re in a huddle
Presenting their dreams to a World Fair
To lift feet from a puddle
Giving Kids a stuffed grizzly bear
For something to cuddle
All the heart, the art, the Earth
But our arms don’t fit around
The Globe
For that power
I’d throw away thousands of pounds
Until then I take snapshots
For memories it is worth
Sony, Nikon, Canon, Olympus
The Camera is the mod
Between me and the view
And I want gold, silver or even bronze
From the olymPICS
But that’s a another thing
I don’t really need
I’d give you a dollar bill
For your coins
Copper, nickel, dime, quarter
Cause I want to change this world

I have fallen and grown taller
Saved so much, but more thoughts
Moment of silence, Pause
Do you have coins for this dollar?
I want to change the world
Do you have coins for this dollar?
I want to change the world
I’m going to change the world

Thoughts are
Too large
And minds are
Battles with two swords
Between the light and dark
Tale and truth
And they are fragile
Piggy banks
When the light switches
Get flipped
Off the shelf I fall
As I was tripped
Running down a hall
Cracked for too long, too straight, too far
A red tip on a brick wall
The bills ignite
And I drop my Crystal Ball
The explosion of the large
Into pieces on busy streets
Makes me re – think in small
From the ashes they are
Un – harmed
Simple
The most beautiful thing I ever saw

I have fallen and grown taller
Saved so much, but more thoughts
Moment of silence, Pause
Do you have coins for this dollar?
I want to change the world
Do you have coins for this dollar?
I want to change the world
I’m going to change the world

Last year I saw Panda Man
Behind the window pane
By the lack of Towers
I met him
He was asking for a hand
A FDR, Washington, Lincoln, a Jefferson
I shook his paw
And thought
What does he do if it rains?
Does NYC parent him?
All I know, I’ll keep being who I am
Paying dues
Doing what I do
Clapping in my seat
Moving my feet to the beat
What I believe
Asking for her hand at the ball
Sharing my mind and thoughts
What I believe in, True
I’m not scared of the False
And I will change the World
Before the dark
I just need the coins to use
The phone booth near the park
To make the call

I have fallen and grown taller
Saved so much, but more thoughts
Moment of silence, Pause
Do you have coins for this dollar?
I want to change the world
Do you have coins for this dollar?
I want to change the world
I’m going to change the world

I have fallen and grown taller
Saved so much, but more thoughts
Moment of silence, Pause
Do you have coins for this dollar?
I want to change the world
Do you have coins for this dollar?
I want to change the world
I’m going to change the world
I’m going to change the world

White butterfly, white butterfly
Next to my side
I’ve got two wings
On the white buffterfly I ride
The Great Escape
Traveling through each Ides
White butterfly, white butterfly

You fly through chain – linked fences
Paint chipped and rusted you narrowly escape
Using your six senses
And every leaf you scathe
Turns green in fate

But I wish you’d turn back a phase
Fill the craters of the moon
Cause it was skip rock wishful safe
When you had a cocoon
I know I’ll see you, opaque

White butterfly, white butterfly
Next to my side
I’ve got two wings
On the white buffterfly I ride
The Great Escape
Traveling through each Ides
White butterfly, white butterfly

No way, it ended in this few days
I’ll continue to wait anyway
Years do pass soon
And I must say it was better
When it was every afternoon

Cause your sympathy and smile are bait
I’m a hungry fish but I’ll stay strong and wait
And you’ll be watching me
Like the Police, with every bee Sting
Every breath I take

White butterflies beside me
Whether, it is clear or nay, every day
With the White Butterfly signed letter
I’ll float in on the waves from the center
Of the windless lakes

White butterfly, white butterfly
Next to my side
I’ve got two wings
On the white buffterfly I ride
The Great Escape
Traveling through each Ides
White butterfly, white butterfly

White butterfly, white butterfly
Next to my side
I’ve got two wings
On the white buffterfly I ride
The Great Escape
Traveling through each Ides
White butterfly, white butterfly

Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers

Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now

I’m standing in a crowd
Looking up
The steep edge of a fjord
How am I sup –
Posed to move forward
Without looking down
On the congested roads below
Sorry for the straight face
I don’t know
Whether to smile or frown
The closest I’ve been to this altitude
I was in a skyscraper downtown
When I was laughing
Like I had seen a clown
I got too happy I cried
When I was turned down
Everywhere I applied
Sigh, it pounded the eardrums
That was what I needed
Music to the ears
But at first I didn’t like the sound
Until a few times through
I grew to love the album
Cause now I know
I can turn the wheel
I can turn it all around
Control the outcome
I went to Scandinavia
To find the holder of my crown
Now that I have it
Where to now

Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers

Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now

I can’t imagine a week
Without an end
When there are no days
To lay and vent
The frustrations
Of back and forth
Same old stuff on every station
Scanning for a fix
I told you I liked to listen
But what is this
Tell me something
That I’ll roll the volume loud
Standing ovate
Cracks on the eggs
I liked the early 90s
When everyone was proud
But I’m with the many types of peoples
Floating around up and about
In a hot air balloon
On the road
Touring the many moons
We’re at the fork
To fake and truth
But we’re headed back
Cause we couldn’t choose
We’re losing fuel
And even brilliant stars hit the roof
I swear we’ll miss
Taking pictures in the phone booth
I swear we’ll make
A new crater soon
Whether it’s fake or truth
Fate soothes

Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers

Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now

Mixed rain came today
I watched the fake ducks
In the pond freeze over
In the disdain of the grey

While we march to the light
We march to the dark
We are seconds from the bright
Where are the open arms

No matter our size
No matter our might
It feels so heavy
Heavy, heavy times
Too weak, too strong
Heavy, heavy times
Too wet, too dryyyy
Heavy, heavy times

I flipped the switch
The light bulb flickered
Then went out
I yelled in the ear
The light bulb flickered
Then went out
I waved above the eyes
The light bulb flickered
And went out, went out, went out
Sorry for my behavior
From the mouth
Nothing came out
From the mouth
Nothing but doubt
Sorry, sorry, sorry
For what I couldn’t shouuuut

The clouds see foggy
Could you turn on the lights
The clouds see foggy
We take our sights
For minor heights
The clouds see foggy
We have glass
If it cracks, haziness shakes our house
And the clouds see foggy
We’re lucky we’re bright enough
To shine through the night
While the clouds see foggy
Foggy, Foggy

I daydream of nightmares
As I roll – n – lay
In the meadows of failures and miracles
I’m tired of the warm rays
I’m shaking in cold shivers
Scared of the norm
Confused of what I infinitely hold
And I’m a little bored
Things have happened so fast, gone so slow
My alarm is quiet, getting louder with each echo
And bees are migrating towards me in a swarm
I feel in danger
Protect me from being caught
In the safety nets

No matter our size
No matter our might
It feels so heavy
Heavy, heavy times
Too weak, too strong
Heavy, heavy times
Too wet, too dryyyy
Heavy, heavy times

I covered the idea in dirt
The bulb flickered
Then wilted gone
I watered the earth
The bulb flickered
Then wilted gone
I parted away the branches and the leaves for more light, bright sun
The bulb flickered
And wilted, wilted, wilted gone
Sorry for my behavior
From my mouth
Nothing came out
From my mouth
Nothing but doubt
Sorry, sorry, sorry
For what I couldn’t shouuuut

The clouds see foggy
Could you turn on the lights
The clouds see foggy
We take our sights
For minor heights
The clouds see foggy
We have glass
If it cracks, haziness shakes our house
And the clouds see foggy
We’re lucky we’re bright enough
To shine through the night
While the clouds see foggy
Foggy, Foggy

Everyday I converse
With natives and foreigners
Today I saw a Hearse
While I toke the smoke
From a cigar
A mom was stoked
Her newborn was delivered
And that kid’s going to make it far
Everest, he’ll be Sherpa hard
It’s sad some are
Lemmings, lemons like cars
And that life’s not the like of golf
Who, ever shoots for under par
I know I grew up
Sleeping below glow – in – the – dark stars
Next to a dream catcher
So I could finger pick
Nightmares when I wanted a scare
Candles lit with wavering wicks
I learned it’s hard to beat a hare
Unless you’re a tortoise
Moving along to a slow and steady noise
Cause there are accidental collisions
Intersections of missions
Girls and boys
There is light and dark
Diamonds and hearts
Whispers or rhetoric
A divided world
Life, it’s all poetic

I can’t believe
You’re asking me
But I guess for you
I’ll be that one
When you’re a kid
Helping you up after falls
I’ll be that one
When you’re a lost soul
Helping you find the waterfalls
I’ll be that one
When others say you’re crazy
Running with you down the halls
I’ll be that one
At your beck – n – call
Cause I like when you shine like the sun
I liked it so much when you won
So beckon or call
I’ll be there
At your beck – n – call

This decade feels good
Even after two thousand nine
The year of travel
Over Longitude
And Latitude Lines
Where I went
NYC, Tahoe, OKC and Steamboat Springs
First Class to Paris
Lost in the Louvre
Found the Lion at Duomo in Milan
I hopped train – cars to car – less towns
Skied the Swiss Alps
With views better than Aspen
Homage to Lucerne, Zurich and Interlaken
A Long weekend in B.A., S.A.
Buenos Dias
Overnight to Oslo
On the Flamsbana after a voyage
Through the fjords
To the fisherman’s town, Bergen
There were more cities
And towns in between
It was good while it lasted
But stand-by flights R.I.P.
Rest in Peace Two Thousand Nine