FREE VERSE SESSION

THURSDAY – 09/24/09 – 4:09 PM

baby, i want you to
be a man
& stand tall
spit flames
& exchange
great balls of fire at me
never falterin’ for a second
before you ascend
to throw in your 2 cents
& command my attention
shiiit…
i want you to
make sure i break neck
so don’t spark nothin’ less
than inventive
conversations w/ me
’cause baby, i’m cravin’ some
dead prez on a platter
so serve me that mind sex
over matters
we can debate about
long after the sun sets
& the new moon rises again
That’s right, baby
I want you to
Be a boss
& make moves
Put in work
For what it’s worth
& lay the foundation
I said, I want you to
Excavate my eyes
Dig in deep
& copulate my mind

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FRIDAY – 09/25/09 – 11:02 PM

i know most girls want you to spend
dollars for diamonds on them
i mean, i wouldn’t mind Tiffany
but this woman would rather be
bought w/ deep thoughts
& thoroughly enlightened
so honey, instead of droppin’ dimes
how about you just buy me some time and
let me vibe off your wavelength

“Worth It” (draft 2)

questionin’ my worth
durin’ unstable times
and uncertain worlds
wonderin’ if i’m actually worth
all the work
but every word
just seems to escape me
answers hide
and i
go seek
but it’s like
we speak
in broken languages
now, how can i manage dis-
cussions i can’t even decipher?
then again, how can i give up
when i never gave in?
how do i know
if i don’t even try first?

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04/23/2009, 1:56 p.m.

all i know is i keep askin’ myself why i hurt
this bad
re-examinin’ mirrors of what i had
only to realize what i don’t
seems like moments were stolen
then, replaced with something less golden
damn
must’ve chosen the path less travelled
and i’m watchin’ it all unravel
in the palm of my hands
hopin’ to catch the sands of time
so i can refill my glass with hours
or maybe somehow rewind
mistakes i didn’t have to make
actions i didn’t have take
oh no, ’cause now i just taste
bittersweet kisses
Reality left, like checks, on my cheeks
said, all i see is a diminished
part of a slide show
i guess Legend was right
’cause that life
seems like a dream to me
seems like i should’ve seen
shit comin’
too bad i was too busy numbin’
myself stupid
too dumb & too foolish
to add up the sum
before some became none
and nothing became now

“Worth It”

Marizen © 04/23/2009

questionin’ my worth
durin’ unstable times
and uncertain worlds
wonderin’ if i’m actually worth
all the work
but every word
just seems to escape me
answers hide
and i
go seek
but it’s like
we speak
in broken languages
now, how can i manage dis-
cussions i can’t even decipher?
then again, how can i give up
when i never gave in?
how do i know
if i don’t even try first?
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(draft — not really satisfied w/ these few lines but i’ll never be the one to force inspiration)

In Loving Memory of TONY TOLUA

04/08/09, 1:05 PM

sparked at Ocean Beach on 04/05/09

I wanna dip my pen in the ocean
& write love letters in the sky
Fill up cumulus clouds with teardrops & confusion until they burst
I wanna cry you out onto waves
& scatter memories upon the shore
Collect broken seashells & call them treasures
I wanna bury my melancholy beneath earth
& build sand castles that reach up to heaven
Steal starlight & moonshine to find my way back to you
Said, I wanna walk on waters
& tiptoe across horizons
Laugh & talk with you for hours on end

—NOT FINISHED—

“Fighting a Revolution Within a Revolution”

Since the dawn of time, mankind has been caught in a never-ending birth & death cycle, which we have had to fight through. For money, power, respect, love, peace, freedom, religion, land, food, for basic human needs — the reason never mattered or stayed constant, but the struggle was always there. For centuries, we have battled against each other, carefully planning our attacks to ambush our enemies, who had once been neighbors, utilizing any and all means necessary in order to claim victory. For years, we have raised generations upon generations of savage armies, training our own children in the art of guerilla warfare, teaching them first how to use their bare hands to take lives until they grew old enough hold guns, strong enough to pull triggers, and smart enough to plant bombs. In essence, violence and death has become our legacy. We were the ones who planted the seeds, nurtured the soil, and as soon as we reaped the fruits of our labor, we were the ones who sold them to slavery, using them as bargaining chips and margining lines. And yet, we wonder how others can be so cruel, while simultaneously cursing the Earth for Her natural disasters.

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NOT FINISHED