Monthly Archives: August 2015

A Punch in the Dark (A Rap)

It’s a reflection
Of the global conscience
That if I’m on YouTube
I don’t read the comments
I’ve never met
Anyone who’s more bitter
Than some individuals
I’ve met on Twitter
And I can’t even read
The news articles
Without seeing repeated
Examples of cold-hearted
And rude behavior
It’s something people savor
They’ll share it with each other
Even save it for later
And people telling me
Don’t take it personally
In other words, ignore it
Whenever people are hurting me
Don’t refuse it
Accept the abusive–
I’m just making excuses
Well, all of our words
Are just a toolkit–
A hammer can break bone
If you know how to use it

Some people are quick
To call you dumb
Yet if they possess the smarts,
How come they never share some?
Other people are too quick
To teach and
They make it their mission
To make you feel beneath them
And then they say
You argue without facts
When they themselves provided
Nothing at all as backing
Might as well
Be talking in a vacuum
Or back room
It’s like a toilet in a bathroom
In cyberspace
Nobody hears when they attack you
And they only care
When someone smacks you
So they can record it on their phone
And play it back to
Thousands of people
Who laugh when they see you
Never imagining
What it’s like to be you
So our technology’s
Revealing moral poverty
How is it that our hearts can be
Trampled so improperly?

It’s so disrupting
I find it so disgusting
That people think it’s nothing
To behave so unlovingly
And how many of them
Claim they’re Christian,
As if their behavior even
Makes them different?
I don’t think people ask
What would Jesus do?
It’s more likely now that
They ask what the demons do
And if they did
They must have taken notes
Or maybe they behave
The same way as most
If only people
Spoke their words with hope
Instead of using them to fit
Each others’ necks with ropes
It’s true–
You can’t do violence with words
But that’s not to say
They’re not capable of hurt
Some scars are
Impossible to see
But some of those are slowest to make
A full recovery
So the truth is
When it comes to abuses
I hate that any effort I make
Will be useless and fruitless
I’m toothless, feel like a doofus
And all I can do is
Write and make this music
Wait to become
Someone else’s amusement
Wait to see the future of man
It’s quite ruthless
But I just had to get it
Out of my system
‘Cause I’m counting milliseconds
Until the next victim

Stop and think
‘Fore you break someone’s heart
That can happen
When you throw a punch in the dark
Better thing
Is to not even start
If the only way you know
Is a punch in the dark

Making My Way (A Rap)

Wondering if I
Make a difference
If I have what it takes
Now to go the distance
Like a Redskins team
I’m inconsistent, so,
Will I make them all
Look and listen
Or simply fade away
Into insignificance?
With a sense
Like a precognition
I look into the distance
Rhymes have ignition
And so fresh
It’s like they’re mint condition
And the leftover competition’s
Tenth editions
So whenever they say
End the mission
I take a pen and
Make them see what they’re missing
A rap genie granting
Endless wishes
No less than refreshing
When I bless your senses
I’m taking rap to the
Next dimension
I’ve got you moving up
Like a chess convention

When it’s coherent
Is when nobody hears it
And when no one’s here
I do something worth cheering
It’s like a
Tree falls and nobody notices
Because they’re so appalled
By the latest explosions
I’m losing hope
In a process of erosion
Delusions of holiness
People think they’re chosen
What good’s agility
Or rhyme versatility
When like most abilities
It’s a futility?
You won’t live to see
The fruits of your labors
Stabbed in the back by
The ultimate betrayer
Our own cells
Are destined to fail
This body is a temple
And a prison and a jail
It seems small
All the works of our hands
And I ask if we’re all
Part of some greater plan

I’m trying not to be sad
Under the weight
Of all these phobias–
The fears, facts and hates
Carried away by
White and black debates
Tired of the state
Of the people as of late
I want to take them all
By the hands
And show them there’s a path
To love and understanding
It’s less stressful
Not so demanding
Even though life won’t go
As we’ve planned it
But in a world like this
All we can get
Is leftover futures
Slowly turning rancid
That’s when I understand
What a man said,
“Everything is vanity”
Leave empty-handed
So why bother?
Why become a scholar?
Why even bother reciting
The ‘Our Father’?
There’s nobody
Living up in heaven
That’ll give us the bread of life
Over this leaven
Wild talk or maybe
Just depression
Or maybe the end result
Of asking questions
‘Cause it’s a risk
Asking why we exist
A life fragile as it is,
Slipping out of our fists
And it’s hard handling this journey
Makes a man want to check out early
‘Cause it’s disturbing

I wrote another verse
For what it’s worth
As if all these words
Can calculate the hurts
And if it leads to fame
It’s just dessert
It won’t erase the shame
That dwells under the surface
Is it the lingering
Things from upbringing?
Maybe in part,
But I don’t think completely
It was a moment in time
That defeated me
The very moment
That strangely has completed me
The one I loved
Who I couldn’t let go
And I don’t know
If she loves me anymore
I hope so,
But what good is hope?
It’s a baseless
Self-deceit to help you cope
And I feel like
I’m not a good husband
I feel like my wife
Can never be loved enough and
I feel like
I’m doing a lot of nothing
And wonder if
I’m too much to put up with
All I can do
Is go a day at a time
Write a page if I find
There’s something great on my mind
Maybe I’ll get into all that
But it’s best to save something
For the next rap

Raps of the Christopherian Realm #11 (A Sci-Fi Rap, Continued…)

Thea was a corporal
In the Third Brigade
And her actions in battle
Earned her great acclaim
A rare combination
Of brains and beauty
With charisma to match
As she carried out her duties
Though she tried to be modest
To be honest
She had the beauty
Of an actress–or a goddess
She made an effort
To deliver on her promises
She visited the wounded
While others were in Congress
She went about it all
Rather quietly
Her interests and the people’s
Frequently aligning
And before Congress
She introduced a concept–
Instead of being targets
They should engage in conquest
And there was no more room
For the pacifists
“Locate Christoph’s home
And start attacking it.
And since these people
Are clearly evil,
The Kingdom should amass
Enough power to equal them–
With the goal of
The only option left
That will secure the nation.
Our primary goal
Is to survive.
What good’s a moral code
If you’re no longer alive?”

And so Thea’s words
Were well-received
By the King, Christopher
But not by Queen Christina
So in the midst of
A power transition
Philosophical divisions
Gave way to ambitions
And having thus
Divided the power base
Thea knew she had to also
Deal with another place–
The Agency, meant to
Face the complacency
And make sure the nation
Was as safe as a state could be
While many reigned
Through the fear and the hate
Thea knew only love
Could ever make her great
And she knew they wouldn’t
Make her a majesty
Unless their love outweighed
Their fear of catastrophe
So she joined
The intelligence bureau
And helped with mission objectives
She was thorough
And through Fordius
She got to meet Christopher
The one who designed the Realm
Wanted to kiss her
And whenever she was gone
He would miss her
But despite all his fondness
The love created conflicts
Because the situation
Was revealing
That Thea could never
Return Christopher’s feelings
As it turned out
She was having dealings
With Christoph,
Who happened to find her quite appealing

And Christoph
Relayed to her intelligence
And gave her schematics
That contained the elements
Of a new design
For fleet construction
A fleet that would
Guarantee complete destruction
Of all enemies
And uncertain friendlies
And plans for a new regime
Called the Entity
“But the price,” he said
“Will be your life.
There’s a monster up ahead
The result of a fight.”
And when she asked
Who would cause the death of her
Christoph replied that
“His name is Scepter.
And although Scepter
Doesn’t yet exist,
His hatred arises
From all things misogynist.
He rests deep within
The soul of Christopher–
My enemy himself
Hears the hateful whispers.
And I’m afraid there is
Nothing we can do,
Because Scepter will be born
On the day he loves you.”
Thea said, “And if
I love him in return?”
“No, it is already done
And you must spurn him.
You will become his goddess–
He will pray to you
And sacrifice his conscience
On an altar to stay with you.
And he might even say
He wants to lay with you,
But that’s not an option,
Thea–you’re not fated to.”
“Why?” Thea said,
“I have a choice.”
“No, you don’t–
You’re not hearing my voice.
This is the sort of thing
That seems strange,
But some parts of the future
Can never be changed.”
“So I’m doomed to
Drive him insane?”
“In a way, you could say
You’re an agent of change.
And so now,
I will arrange
For data that is factual
To draw him to the battlefront.
And he’ll already know
That it’s a trap
But because of love for you
He’ll be forced to attack…”