Internal Affairs - Isaiah Smart
There’s blood everywhere
Splattered as if a traditional paint job wouldn’t suffice
There’s smoke too, hovering and smothering – obscuring the airways of my lungs as my veins turn to ice
Crystalized. Well, I’m mesmerized and lord knows it’s hard to stay focused when our times aren’t synchronized.
Inside there’s a fire, an inferno so to speak. Burning whatever it so feels without remorse or question.
And I guess I am to blame. There are shattered mirrors and broken hearts scattered amongst the floor
The ceiling is layered with ice, causing a cold front near every window and door
This room, this body, this shell, this carcass
Is filled with unasked questions and pending answers from both artists and prophets
In this same shell there lies confusion and lack
Wisdom, turmoil, and passion to match
This freezing fire that burns is enticing in its valor but the burning ice is chilling with effortless power. Land mines explode as the war begins. Loved ones left behind with the forgotten and fake friends. The soul in each foot is battered by the shards of broken hearts and shattered mirrors. Fragmented self-reflection in the eye of the storm shakes the pillars as I shiver. The moonlight illuminates my being, stars watch over the battle. In the midst of all the open fire, shots fired at my being, my head is held high and hope is all I’m seeing.
Bloody, on bended knee – outside forces attack an unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance Invictus soothes like chilling coal
Cold-blooded and heartless
Heated and full of fire
There’s salvation out there somewhere
This life is collapsing and over-due to expire
The smoke seems to settle – embers and icicles remain – the shell broken – the moon shining – there’s a rustling of chains.
- May 28, 12 “Internal Affairs”
Seeing this made me teary…
My favorite spoken word poet —> destroythebox
My favorite prose poet —> hiphopsjournal
you’re a sap, kid lol
oh SCREW YALL for putting up all this damn poetry.
when i get back to valdosta tomorrow, i’m getting in on this.
i’ve been at it since thursday, catch up
greatness takes time. calm your tits.
Dear Jah,
I’m afraid that the sea has washed away my footprints,
And I no longer know which way I came.
I pray that you guide my steps even if I don’t think that I’m going the right way.
I am but a fiber in your quilt that I don’t want to fray,
For with your guidance, I can never go astray.
In my heart and mind, please stay,
Gary performing “Nigga”
With Lyrics:
Yeah nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigaa i’m 100 percent nigga
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga im 200 percent nigga
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga why do police hate niggas?
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga cuz our dicks is bigga
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga why do you call yourself a nigga
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga cuz i’m a mother fucking nigga.
(Source: lmaogtfo)
Via lauryn trill.
A letter I wrote to my mom after a dream I had one night.
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Dear Ma,
Everything happens for a reason.
God took that child from you
While it was still alive, kicking in your womb
Just to make room
…for me.
Because a prophecy…
oh SCREW YALL for putting up all this damn poetry.
when i get back to valdosta tomorrow, i’m getting in on this.
i’ve been at it since thursday, catch up
About me
A place where loneliness can inhabit but only at a peaceful level. An environment where open-mindedness is mandatory. . the source of a poet disgruntled by ignorance. the heart of a journalist yearning for integrity. . the cassette tape that a hip-hop fan wants to hear. simply, the mind of a young man who wants to find his way back to God like he used to be .. .. .. .. this is Inception's Lab.
