haunting and most charming
At the same time Daunting almost alarming
It's early morning no where near dawn
every now and again you might feel the need to fight back the occasional yawn
And all remains still
You're 'ill' & early morning hours provide the night owl with in a small thrill
no need for the Dr.'s pill/bill
It's hard not to notice the pulse as the world/day comes to life
sunrise peaking through twilight carving through clouds like a knife
while all is still
the day has been set in motion
and fading are the effects from the narcotic sensation provided after 'sipping night's potion'
gone is that quiet notion
as life springs forth and 'silences' all that was once still...

It's nothing more than vanity
bordering on insanity
to think that as you grow and change the world will stand still,
get over it, pour your chaser, & swallow the (red or blue?) pill
do as you will do what you can
all the while remembering "the world waits for no man"
nothing remains the same no matter how much we want it to
this is a FACT which remains consistent and true
content on demand
& instant delivery of the lessons at hand
it is better learned sooner than later rather than not at all
be diligent in your life's lessons or shaky ground will cause an ego bruising fall
absorb all you're taught or else suffer sorrowful news,
pay your dues or you'll have to remedy the chaos which ensues,
avoid situations which result in flower bringing and sad tunes to be heard
take heed rather than ignoring an enlightening word
grow and expect the world to evolve and and not remain unchanged
as you take responsibility for your actions while seeking out what destiny has arranged
never be a problem always seek to be a part of the solution
change as the world around you goes through metamorphosis & evolution

Madly almost feverishly depressed
as I harbor health concerns which need to be addressed
but non belief
causes undue grief
after all, I’m just seeking treatment + relief
my condition can’t be in my mind nor due to
what I put in the air like a peyote smoking Tribal Chief
...
Dr.’s afraid to admit what’s true,
I’ve done all the diagnosing + leg work for each one of you
worse than that the ugly truth remaining ’under the hat’
is something which the medical community will desperately try to sweep under a mat
I don’t have plans to go out like that
no matter what
they can label me crazy & they can label me nut!
to them all, I offer extended middle fingers
even after rigamortous sets in and the stench of my corpse strongly lingers
Understand that it’s for my very life that I make this appeal
all the while wondering, "What is the deal?
Why is it so hard to find a health care provider to believe my plight is genuine + it’s my fate lack of action/treatment will seal?"
my words fall on deaf ears and I find myself preoccupied with the reoccurring thought that "Death IS Real!"

For all concerned
a lesson to be studied & learned:

The following is for assimilation by way of scribal stimulation
after verbal articulation
ease of comprehension eases frustration
which eliminates the need for vocabulary truncation
all of which requires little to no concentration
once it's all done & said
once ideas and concepts are properly nourished, guided & lead
after taking root in one's mind which in this case acts as a "fertile flower bed"
home to seeds of your design,
on the outside you appear subtle & benign
inwardly you're filled with pride
so much so your enthusiasm is hard to hide
as by word of mouth you help these pieces of yourself to grow & spread,
which take on lives on their own, requiring that you only keep them sheltered & fed
although adversity might make the task at hand true
you can be who & what ever you apply your intuition to
keep mindful it is your obligation as well as your mission
to make sure you obtain & maintain a position
to help bring those which are YOUR ideas, goals, & dreams to fruition

I don't want to allow doubt to be cast,
I refuse to repeat my mistakes | missteps of the passed
the very next relationship I enter has to be the one to last
before I openly declare my feelings, I want to be sure
I'm partaking of something that intends to endure
where we are now, I have been before
and all it has left me is miserable and sore
so I take my time although I want nothing more than to rush
due to daydreaming of the various ways I can make you blush
on the one hand, I feel complete, I've found her, she's the One
my search ends completed I'm finally Done
on the other, remembering my past shame
being duped by one out just to manipulate and play a head & heart game
not admitting to defeat
nor do I retreat
I'm just taking my time
until I'm absolutely sure we're in perfect pitch meter & rhyme
I want nothing more than to know I've been found
so I can let go of secrets I keep bound
...
I want to seduce as well as fall victim to your seduction
like my favorite movie I want to skip to the good part forgetting the introduction despite my inner voices instruction
I want your love to kidnap me and ransom our happiness as negotiating terms of my abduction
with you I want to create
I want to be happy content without need for heated debate
I'm fragile and afraid I may break in two
but if I do I'm hoping you'll be there and your love is the glue
that keeps me from being scared
and rejuvenates my heart beyond repaired
I want more than to want you
have a love that will comfort rather than haunt you
I'd rather compromise than be one who taunts you
I've got your back rather than be an obstacle that daunts you
Forgive me if my rambling seems confused
but my heart soul & mind have been battered & abused
I'd like for us to share in loves magical surge
I want to love you as if affection were money and I were a billionaire in the mood to splurge.

Performance by Burnell Jerze, Coming Soon...

Eyes WIDE open rather than closed
heart overflowing with emotion exposed
Inner conflict inner debate
seeking something more than good seeking that which is great
but my days draw late
and loneliness seems to be my mantra / fate
yes, as I attempt to cope
I hold on to a shred of hope
that this uphill battle isn't too slippery a slope
Hopefully the day draws near when I'll have a love which instills me with pride
Until then, rather than closed, my eyes remain opened wide

Another vote for bush was yet another vote for death
as well as an innocents gasp for their last breath
yet another buried for others to morn
parents & families alike burying not just their first or last, but in some cases their only born
historically, in times of war the economy was given a break
yet this time such is not the case,
making this needless war even more of a miss stepped disgrace
forgive my disdain
yet it seems he's trying to cut more than one country's main vein
dammit end the reign
give up the campaign
Kanye Said it best no need to rewrite / recite
his actions show this president is this nation's plight / blight
another in the chair is all I crave
as we need a REAL president who represents the land of the free and home of the
brave

We live in an all too colorful world of BLACK VS. WHITE
Where Justice is WRONG & VIOLENCE is right
Is there hope for us ? DO we have a chance?
Are we destined to be victims of our own circumstance?
One day we're lost and the next day we're found
Weeks later we're free and days later we're bound
will we ever end this self inflicted genocide
can't we solve our conflicts before our communities collide
"CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?" The plea of a (bruised, battered, & PAID)
"King"
Words sound broken as spoken after the aftermath of feeling the brute force of
a few night sticks sting
How dare you play the patsy and ask to get along with those whose color is of
another
When we are still at war with ourselves LIGHT vs DARK - SISTER vs. BROTHER
NONE of it makes any sense to me
Maybe I'm fortunate that I don't understand & hatred is something I cannot see
We fight amongst ourselves cause we're taught to
We haven't made far past the days of "jumpin' brooms" and being called a crispy
nigger or jigaboo
you still bleed like me You'd feel the same sting of a bee
you'd die just the same if you were strung from a tree
Conflicts over eye color as well as the texture of one's hair
Conflicts over the way ones speaks or the clothes that one might wear
why keep a whole race down
why make most of a nation frown
We struggle to make it and once we do we claim to remember where home is as well as
to give back
Yet after making it most forget who they are, where they're from.. SADLY, there are even those that forget that they are black
what is the purpose what is the need
is it lust for power, money, or the most evil which is that lust for greed
I pose one question to you, "Since most of us know the difference from wrong &
right,
could you explain to me, "In this day and age, why do we fight?"

damn that was fast
love blossomed dissipated & passed
as in died
& for it's short lived existence I cried
part of me understands
and will make no qualms nor demands
but there is that other part
festering in my heart
of which I can't let go
why, love has a way of turning in on itself if not allowed to grow
so with little hope
I'm trying to cope
sliding down a slippery slope
which almost has me at the end of my rope
remembering a famous quote
taking heed as well as note
you have youth on your side you remain in your prime
with all wounds come healing, it's just a matter of time

giving in to matters of taste
thinking of confections & treats and how their sugary sweetness never goes to waste
Sometimes thoughts are barely manageable
thinking of the tactile & intangible
thinking of those things which can only be heard
notions which go beyond the casual word
thinking of things which can't be seen
pondering twilight as well as the moments in between
thinking of things which often go unsaid
considering the type of bard I'd be if rather than 'spinning yarn' the escapades waiting to unfold could be "read" directly from my head
considering those aromas which make their to ones nose
unspoken emotions are sometimes what a simple fragrance can expose
never taking anything for granted nor under false pretense
never second guessing listening to that 3 eye's wisdom & sense

Council sought from the "elders, tribal"
Confused by my desire to be recognized by those honest and true to the scribal

It's not the beast named fame
Which I'm seeking to tame
Being strategic in this game
Only wanting people to remember and associate face with talent and name


Constructive criticism with rhythm welcomed from friend or rival
As I strive toward dreams almost as a matter of survival

Don't be afraid, say what you need to say, never hesitate get those thoughts out without delay

No matter if in print or spoken word via microphone
Make sure to be expressive. without ever being monotone

Afflicted almost as if by disease as well as a curse
Driven by the insatiable desire to contribute the occasional verse

It's love when your significant other is there just to be around,
it's lust when the only time their seen is when the bed is making that squeaking sound
it's lust when you're her bitch & she's your slut
it's love when it's beyond busting a physical nut
It's love when everything happens very much in sync
it's lust when the filth in your mind makes your pores emit a horrible Stink
It's lust when counting climax one after another
it's love when the only counting you do is on each other
it's love when your heart constantly overflows
it's lust when ones only concern is during the throws of passion to & fro, having someone curl or you curling someones toes
It's lust when it lacks meaning with feeling
it's love when the slightest thought leaves your insides rocking & reeling
it's love when you constantly consider the future ashes to ashes dust to dust
it's lust when it's just physical lacking commitment & trust
it's lust when you do it until you're sore
it's love when all things beyond the physical are all things you explore
it's love when from beginning to end it's magic to an infinite degree
when it's lust it's nothing more than temptation destined to end in tragedy
it's lust when it's value is nothing more than a thrill
it's love when for it you wouldn't just die, with your last breath, tooth & nail you'd kill

I should stop stalling
and make her aware that for her I'm falling
to ignore these feelings would be appalling
it's time to answer on the first ring & let my heart sing to love and it's calling yeah I should stop stalling
I wonder if she knows what it is to be loved from afar
I ponder if she'd mind being beheld and viewed as if she were a "star"
I contemplate thought after thought
And then awww damn on one I'm stuck & caught
"Not to cut down nor diminish the hype
But realistically, what if you're not her type?"
With this heavy on my mind like a nymphomaniac seeking ... no Hungering for the bump + grind Deep within me theres turmoil which rages as I talked myself into "being nosy & flipping one too many pages"
And I'm stalled like a creator working through a block wondering if by a long shot she'd invest in "this stock" as I'm more nerd than jock check the clock "it's 420" tic tock damn what to do not a clue "shit" I've been here before that's why my heart's sore "fuckin'" deja vu anyway before I digress & stray like a stomach on rumble under my breath I mumble "fuck here I go again being meek and humble" wondering if I could recover if I stumble or shall I endure turnover after fumble ref is on the play calling I need to stop stalling (awww shit he's having a flash back) it was a terrible sight I used up all my courage in one night I was working out on a biloxi ms dance floor & this ended up being my blight to them my dancing was a "scary" sight I asked 3/4 of the ladies to "come work out" each and every one said "NO" so this my reason when dealing with women that is for moving so slow. Yeah I know I need to get over it and hush the memories and the feelings which come calling the time is now to act the time is now to stop with the stalling!!!

More than words on a page,
most like freedom from ties which once kept one bound via limited movement, like escaping from one's shackles & cage.
More than microphone & stage
most like therapy, venting, secrets exposed, letting loose one's bottled rage!
More than satisfaction
much like the feeling one enjoys after being exposed to positive reaction
leaving one elated & happy looking ahead without doubt
as well as reason to feel "larger than life" rather than "short & stout",
more than turmoil and revolution
much like striving for the calm which comes via peaceful solution
More than paper & pen, when epiphany makes the brain stormy & tumultuous like a whirlwind spin,
& after the storm has calmed, ideas are brought to fruition & realization,
You're left with that deep sensation of satisfaction,
a sparkle / twinkle in your eye, & a ear to ear * eating grin are the results of your action!