Jimi's Poetry

So I always start off with a freestyle, let's see what this old man has left in the tank.

Soft cascading waterfalls pale in comparison to thou, thou that walks in the air as if clouds were under your feet.

The one who's hair blows in the wind when there is no breeze, has a high tide when there is no moon.

You who's breath is so vital to my life supply that the Earth's children looks on in envy of my survival method.

It is you that is never the option chosen, but the mandate that blesses and graces with presence and existence.

I speak of the one that lifts my weight without a touch, that eternal power in which man seek in which their souls will never reap.

My words reflect the one who changes the gravitational pull of our home in order to place the rightful revolution on her.

Her spirit so pure that its particles can filter through the most compact of solids and hold firm against the finest of spacious gasses.

Wise holy men stop their prayer routine for when they take sight of a beauty to behold all prayers become futile.

I examine your majesty from afar and upon further inspection I spot me, J, while the rest of me just wishes you would stay.

The queen has arrived and out with the sorrow that once used to fill me, the history rewritten in my soul's history books.

Glory that man chases and pursues is but a false signal misguiding the blind while the deaf can listen to the sounds of your perfection.

Like brail to some your beauty is the holy grail, to acquire my soul I wil sell, priceless as it hangs out the visionary's window.

A trail of stupidity I follow into oblivion of obliviousness until you and that pretty red dress take a hold of the wheel.

Through the stars an the galaxies the hidden wonder creeps, claiming lives, claiming mine, though without resistance it may be.

Who am I to disallow what belongs to thou as my existence is overshadowed by the faith have in you?

Nobody comes to disturb as I sleep the dreams of my subconscious reveal my desire, the only way that I've kept.

Locked away in masterlock safe with trillions of combinations as a possibility but only one in which you hold behind your ear.

Even if the Earth shall split like a robber reacts to an alarm, I'd be down the middle if meant that you'd be there at my core.

Sages think they have mastered what they know, but it's false under the pretenses that precede it.

They don't know what I know, because as much as I belong to you, that entitles me the knowledge that man will sadly never know existed.



Ok, so some lines can be read in succession, but some stand alone, sorry, it's just a freestyle. If something doesn't make sense, just ask and I'll share the insight.

I like it Jimi ^^ I am glad you finally wrothe something ^^ yay

It sounds good, nice metaphors.

Woot! I got two readers! Thanks ladies, I will be writing something bette than this soon I hope! ^^

Very creative.

Thank you Max, I hope you liked it.

oh just write more now -.-

Sometimes I wish I could just fly, far far away but stay right here.
Maybe, just maybe some day I can disappear just for a minute.
I promise I'll be back, I have to come back, it's what I do.
Being a king aint easy, it's tough having the world watching you.
Maybe to some I aint nobody special, but I can live with that.
Because in my heart, I feel the ones who care, the ones who see,
You know. See what I see when I look in the mirror, that champion.
The one that you believed me to be when you first laid eyes on me.

Problem is though, sometimes I look in that same mirror and wonder,
What was that you see? What am I even seeing? A king? Or just a man?
Every time the situation gets tough, I come out on top time and again.
Losing is part of life though. Well it is for most people anyways.
What's going to happen when that catches up to me, when life comes?
Will I still be Royalty? Will I still be a champion? What am I to be?
Just another lonely man that never made it because he wouldn't take help.
That man everyone used to love and praise, now just a lonely man.

My Home

It's the hottest part of the day in the summer.
The patio is dirty, and there's coke in the pool.
The big screen television sits amongst the games.
Wires and cords wrap intertwine across the floor.
Everyone wears shorts and t shirts to beat the heat.
All socks and shoes are off to try and keep cool.
The wall clothed with pictures full of happy smiles.
Different sounds collide and mix with one another.
Minds are captivated in our digital and electronic world.
Today the sum of the parts overwhelm the whole.
Each part's eyes visually stimulated by flashy lights.
Just a whole lot of getting comfortable and relaxation.
Not for everyone, one works hard cooking all the while.
This is my home.

The flashing lights finally fade away into darkness.
Music halts and silence begins to occupy the space.
A spicy, tangy sensation of aroma now fills the air.
Hot wings and curly fries rest on their fated plates.
Orange soda, pink lemonade, and bud light quench thirst.
The grease fails to pop louder than the lame conversations.
People give means looks as the immature brother jokes.
The only thing to quiet him is his close call with the ice.
Guitar Hero returns when the food is swept away.
One plate remains, I like to take my sweet old time.
"You messed up! No you messed up!" they argue.
Mom is still cooking and smiling, happy just to be there.
This is my home.

A silent sigh is released after a knock on the door.
No one is excited that the in-laws have arrived at last.
New bottoms begin to fill the once occupied seats.
Babies start to be ordered, "Come! Eat! Please?"
It matters not, these attempts are quite futile, they refuse.
There is still only one man at the table, slowly eating,
Dominating all the remains of the picky children's plates.
Paper towels must be passed around as drinks are spilled.
Loud mock drums overwhelm any attempt at conversing.
Sponge Bob tackles the job of entertaining the youth.
Almost done eating, but cleaning time will be here soon.
Better to leave now, no one wants to stay around for that.
Happy Independence Day America!
This is my home.

I forgot to comment on the one before sorry Jimi, but I love them both ^^ my fav is the last one though, I love how you showed your day at home ^^ Great job ^.^