Speaking of the Devil

I had this conversation with the devil. This dude was pretty cool not at all as I assumed. From the things he had to say I didn't think he was at all as he's portrayed... in the pews or on TV cause he was for the most part encouraging me. He asked me how my week went and I usually am not the one to vent but I was humored, slightly enthused by this event so I *humidified, loosened my tie and with that some pride...

We're standing on the platform at Simpson waiting on the Brooklyn-bound 2 for a minute and he sees me eye this chick that walks by I lowered and shook my head, "yea she looks like trouble," he said.  Son?!- in more ways than one... I'd name her sin and then have her committed. Kill her with my charm I will, she'd say I was *Roberta Flack and Lauryn Hill. I'd seek to impeach her grief and dissolve the maul that remained from cornballs.  I'd *Urshter it all until she was *Babyface and Weezy. Whether on the couch or sea she'd *Aaliyah with me and then if *Kem... then I'd might have to *Lil Kim cause its all fun and fine till it comes to the *Gyptian. 

And the devil, he, understood me perfectly.  Was nodding and smiling as if apparently... he'd been there before. So I asked if he had and he goes "The scantily clad... always roaming through the Garden and even if I'm not looking per se I can't look away.  I don't even keep my ways hidden I straight up offer them something forbidden and they start biting and I get real trifling as she's eating out my palms. Of course it isn't right though but so? Who cares cause it's *Geico."

Told him that's pretty evil and he gave me the straight face. Said "I'd do the same if I was in his place," but I told him my intentions are always good and I wish all of them the best but just not with me or at that moment I guess. So he tells me "I need to take those moments and proceed, live in them and satisfy my needs." He said "me trying to be nice to the broads won't hold weight for the cause, because if I don't bite it'll be another dog."  Said "I might as well just get mines because I only get one life." Sucked my teeth slightly and told him he had a point. "I know I do, been doing this for a minute.  My best trick is acting like I don't exist. See Reg, you considered everything I said before we had this convo and after we depart it'll be you that's all responsible and I'll be an afterthought and you'll do what I said but not because you heard it from me but cause it was just in your head."

Dude was quite slick, gas tank full of wit. Asked me if I had a knife cause he was about to cut the cheese. I died. Asked me if I had a light, I said "No Lucifer it's 2010.  You haven't seen the anti-smoking commercials apparently."

He informed that people will anti anything.  "If there's a cause that is dope for the moment the masses will most likely *Tonto with no pausing." Devil goes "Yo, I hate to admit but y'all are a bunch of gullibles. Don't need a single fact, but always ready to react, start marching and protest but listen close I got something to confess: You know how hard it is for you folks to convert one soul, or to avoid temptation? I incited a war on terror off mere speculation. I do most of my work with one hand behind my back. I take the highly religious and throw them a lustful vision and they become so enlightened, can raise a church and then a hyphen as in 'Pastor hyphen Pimp' or 'Priest hyphen Predator.' I take three Inepts longing for reckon and you have a 9 hyphen 11.

And with you Reg I win every time you justify your sin. Saying if its only one commandment you don't heed then that's okay cause you're human and have your needs and the flesh is weak and all the other hypocriticismness you bleed." Bite me. 

"You know... I've been selling success at extremely discount rates to get to people like you who are never content in their place?  Because it's so cheap and there's not a place nowadays you can't find it, you people buy it and buy it and are levels above what you were. But because you know how much more success you can have you beat the hell out yourselves, call it 'grinding', it’s bad. I used to sell depression but it cost so much more to manufacture, now I sell you success and you find depression on your own way faster."

Whatever man, there's always perils in wealth. I'll buy your success and encourage myself. He goes, "that's wassup, and how long do you think that will last?” Told him I'm good with mines and trouble will always pass... "Word? So your impenetrable faith didn’t drop a notch or three that night your Big Brother didn't wake up from his sleep?  And you of all people believed that he had gotten the farthest he'd ever been from me. You two were so cute with your long distance relationship. Fight through sinful missions, regretful

imprisonment with quotes and scriptures, man I was ear-hustling I know how much you loved him.. Tell you something you didn't know about him, he was just..." Hold on, that's my phone... speak of the devil, it's my Homie Jesus.

So me and my Strength *Xscape for a few, he reminds me of my tattoo, ask if I got the grace and mercy he sent me too, you know... just checking up on the dude.

"Peace God." and we hung up....and I can't front, the devil had my ear, all that talk about me being a hypocrite and buying success was closer to the truth, think about my Brother every time I look at my chest too and it gets harder and harder trying to justify these martyrs and the pastor and their squalor, had me feeling more contrite than Christ-like. 

Then He called and before I could start my *Urshter, He was encouraging some more and sharpening my sword. "You weren't buying his success I just ordered your steps." Yep. 

So I turned to the Devil..."You still need some light?” Looked around and he was nowhere in sight. The 2's here and I'm smiling to myself as I absorb... I know I'm going to see the devil again unless I start taking the 4, still probably won't be able to dodge him that's for sure... got a BBM from Christ "no weapon" the sunglasses smiley and nothing more... "Stand clear of the closing doors." 

*humidified- cleared the air 

*Roberta Flack and Lauryn Hill - killing her softly with my song

*Urshter - Confess, Confessions

*Babyface and Weezy - Comfortable 

*Aaliyah - Rock the Boat 

*Kem - Love Calls

Li'l Kim - Jumpoff

*Gyptian - Serious Times 

*Geico - So easy a Caveman can do it.

*Tonto - Jump On It

*Xscape - Just Kick It

Run on

As the wind swoops 'round the roof and the lights dim just enough bright to squint and punch the keys in side of the QWERTY is the end and ten digits punch 26 plus space and punctuations like comma comma comma hold my spot save my placement and back gimme that I definitely 'preciate it all day tummy speaks grumbles peak so i eat to no avail just repeats till i reach satiation it dont matter so i ignore certain cravings knowin they wont clench cool or curb my desire kinda amazing like spidey the one wit 2 hands not 8 they're not that cool the red n blue dude that turned black then he was evil kinda rude dont you think question mark he couldnt dance just the baggy pants and whip appeal was the only part they had slight right still if he turned white wud his hair smell like bologna that was wrong why's it spelled the way it is question mark thats so crazy confusin as a kid tryna learn this language and the rules keep changin she said always put I before an E except when they follow C well my eyes didnt see what she mean so i had to keep a ceiling and receipt close 2 me and a semi-colon goes where question mark u jus said a period goes there exclamation exclamation expletive now my placement is the corner of the room on time-out ready to bounce I'll write a five page paper to explain my behavior get back on her good side but still it needs a punch line I aint punctuatin s*%t ha ha see if she can follow this if she keep addin rules to english turnin the fun off then ima keep writing like a rebel comma run on.

Cold Grits

482 Hamilton Street - AIM: TwelveFortyOneAM – Late 2006

(an away message)

does it really get thicker than cold grits? 

I figured the whole gist of it is to list, make wish n gifts recieve 

But lest i reach indeed let freedom ring 

Believe steps five by five proceed Toes precede my knees Relief when knees precede My strength when knees precede My neices or second cousins n 'neath Two generations or three Not complete or peaced unless my means not green but Mean Oscar the Grouch indeed Mean-green for generations beneath at least 3  Cool breeze like slurpee brain freezed n stuck in this mental realm of things. 

Thicker than cold grits tryna chew from top to bottom Lovin the struggle cause my pace is hustle n things i pick up on the side burn better than if watched from behind My sideburns scratchy babyfaced bumps no longer Wear the process on my cheeks I luv my smile Pained-pleasure's the profile

360

34 Stone Street - AIM: TwelveFortyOneAM – December 8, 2007

 (an away message)

Peep my bipolarity... its how i be feelin.
maybe if i cared more I'd be better prepared for... I'm countin consequences gud n bad and i'm runnin outta fingers.... less grip to add.
no longer askin for exemption need 2 claim redemption... peril promises persecution ....Almighty ammunition into this... Intuitive... get thru it kid.

Pop-its gon' be negative.... Rhakeem- its gon' get positive.  Adam n Can- take my left n right hand n lets bumrush the odds faith to greatness proton-bondedly charged.  Cuzzin- we live we learn. longer we learn....longer we live. Jay- race u to the top kid.

Me? my glass is broken n its still half-full.... so retarded yet justified by foresight.  my left n right might fight aight but my might's tight when I'm right wit Almight

no spades in my hand....no aces...bid a blind bubble... 10 books no mistakes and ... got no choice but 2 win.... only reason y i'm still playin...2 nice..

Star set.

I sent the stars home early 4 the night...
Not 2 prevent overtime or their shine not quite, I...
Was feeelin myself a tad bit like Tweet did, even tweeted it and as the stars left the night I all my might lit the sky jus like ooooh Fresh lettuce n crisp crumbs this mood was like none not one cud tame it blame it on the ow ow ow ounce of bass this beat banged out n then bow bow bow bounced across the wall rang out the remainders of the tune dem, melodies fair as love, match set and all I cud do was bless, you, and there aint even no music, muted, acute this ear was, pierced cause, I had so much to let off, ammo, to get off, flannel, to release, skeet skeet, to get down, south, dirty, qwerty keys was the means that esteemed my peace to power this hour that's why I had the notion to put the stars into motion n head straight for the clouds, cool breezin thruoughout, typin this prose in the mirror as I pose and smile bigger, I'm feelin myself to temperature check, two fingers pulse in neck, thermometer under the tongue, hand on my forehead then lungs.. "98.6" so technically I aint sick but I exist currently in an atmosphere which suddenly can bare human presence but I'm up here dolo since I sent all the stars home and I look around, its me solely but feel no nan of lonely got this rush thru my artery and my heart must be takin part in this feast riding along on this mute beat so I spoke to he, its all love u can lub and dub jus don't bust we can rub rub a dub a dub jus like tub n these suds, bubble up n reflect effervesc and he and I shone bright enough it was light enough righteous ugh! Started thinkin 2 myself all those times I felt my eyes glance up n stare or hear someone mention "there...in the sky, its such a beautiful night, those stars, they're just right and perfectly aligned" And I feel myself self gettin giddy and giddier cause I'm the only one up here and those eyes down there are glorifying my rare "look up in the sky at that guy, he's a perfect constellation, like orion on big dipper" A grand grin like zipper showing my teeth, yea thas me. And I lasted through the night...outta sight... till the shine left for light... out of sight.

"So why are you single?"

"So you don't have any kids, any bids or cavities, you don't live with your parents, have a job and a grad degree. Your definitely not gay right? So may I... ask why are you single?"
Was the question she posed and because it wasn't the first time I heard it I had several responses, various verdicts. Shall I tell her about my last girl, the quote unquote relationship? Tell her how it ended and then resurrected and then ended darker then the first? Nah thinkin bout ol girl jus make me wanna curse, plus I don't wan to bad mouth her and make myself look worse.
I'll just give her the spiel how I'm just annoyed with the whole ordeal... Lost my patience, don't feel like dating, even sex is at times abstained, if that makes any sense.  Nah cause then... she gon' ask why I approached her. "Face of an angel and the bottom of a horse", of course...and the conversation, although brief was like a Marvel coming attraction: coming soon this Summer to a boo near you. Had to approach her but all I wanted was to make her blush, she acted like she was tough and I like breaking down the rough ones. So we played the millionaires exchange plus area codes and now I'm on the phone trying to keep honest and explain my m.o.  I'm single because...well my sito's usually don't last long so I figured I'd just avoid being the bad guy and just say no whenever the dope dealer tries 2 sell me some hope or some close.
She goes, "that's not the why, boy, that's the how." Shook my h, I hate this game, and said you really wanna know now?
I'm single cause I'm waiting on the other half of my soul.
I don't need a girlfriend, want a buddy or a boo. Don't need no more practice, extended benefits are due or expired. Not trying to hire and then fire or beg for the next to quit so I can enjoy my solo bliss.  When I meet this Miss... I'll probably try to deny her at first too. I can imagine her eyes, the kind that say what I like. I can picture her lips....how they frame the kiss. I'm type nervous imagining this, cause this chick right, the other half of my soul, she WILL annoy me, WILL get too lonely and do all the other things that made me play possum but she has a piece of me and well... she hot son.  Its nothing gay like "she completes me" its more like she's what I feel when I watch myself breathe... When I'm laying up face and watch my chest go down n raise n the diaphragm do the same in its place.... I know I didn't put that air there and I can stop it from being but I wouldn't dare. Suicidal. Not even to be spiteful would I hold by own breath away... Kinda how I feel when I imagine that Lady.  So all I keep is friends no more couples or courting and when I meet my best friend I'll ask her something important like "what you want first... this ring or this house?"
See I been in love and that don't last, I been thru lust and that goes as quick as it comes fast.  All I need is the best of me, the rest of me, in a 5'8 or 9 frame, her own nails and her own mane. Her spirit like mine... bugged out but on time. She has a voice that's not unique but it never leaves like evergreen. Her breath aint always jolly rancher sweet but I can wake up to it and need like I went to sleep hungry.  She rubs my head I rub her back... She gives me a baby girl and I give it right back. I'm joking I'm joking. Maybe 2 sets of twins, girls just like they Mama and the boys a better version of this.  We don't vibe we climb and our tune is elevator music. "Keep rising to the top... give it all you got". She prays with me and praises on key and my Mama and she have a secret friendship I think. My Mama calls her phone, I'm thinking she's looking for me, Mama goes "no just keep driving, this is between us Ladies."
Her and my little brother be ganging up on me... Making fun of my outfit.."Who wears a bow-tie with Chucks?? That's YOUR brother...Na ahh he's YOURS now love."
That's my wife and if I don't meet her I won't need her.  I'll stay solo and find some other lung to get by I guess.  Reason why I'm single is cause well I haven't met her yet.

Justify My Run

If only it was raining these puddles would be justified 

Murky, moist, mook, muddy n magnifiscently tied...into the precipabut, 

the occasion is clearly clear, not a cloud aboundin thus...

I'm jumpin in what? Pseudo...faux... not the natural no.. nope. 

Not the same....scent never came n clouds never darkened. 

Just a puddle full o' almost, splashin in should-haves, feet drenched in could-haves. 

Threw this raincoat on 2 protect me from what I'm runnin from... 

Runnin laps around potential... Skydiving into essential... opportunities... Solely 2 please the motivated side of me. 

See he, is always walkin in rain and he never gets wet, is never heavy or drenched, never suggests 2 go left... The Best of Me just trudges thru it... The Rest of Me be like "eww don't do it".   

The Rest waits for the sun to come before he runs... 

He's contantly full of motivation but the motivation he's full of is easily flushed with rain... So essentially... He's full of sh*t. 

Overcoming should-haves and couldas is only half the battle. 

Premature elation leaves him empty most times like a short-comer. Full of pride like a lustful lover...like safe sexin it, doin it he's 97% sure of it.  But "it" aint sh*t unless ur movin it. 

The daydreaming Rest of Me dreams confidently but is dreaming none the less... 

The Best of Me runs thru the rain, sees these puddles and justifies the pain... 

Rather be heavy-laden, drenched and running then day-dreamin and constantly short-comin.