My Hero (old)

My hero is amazing

She is as bright as the rays on midday summers
She controls minds with inaudible lips that euphonize
And when she speaks lullabies symphonize notes to paralyze attention
She can change moods with kiddie humor
She saves the world, well, more like a household at a time

My hero can do flip after flip, and still chase me down
She can elevate a frown so high heavens hues hover under toes
She is as strong as an Ox when knee scrapes pause play
Because she only stops to say, “Ouch. A boo-boo. Oh bubbles.”

With two year old fingers too small to grasp dreams she can make it seem as though reality is a reverie
My hero can protect me from days sorrow and give me hope for tomorrow
She stretches sediments of questions so wide answers swim across oceans floor
With no effort my hero can move mountains mounted on shoulders too frail to carry loads
She can tell tales that make you dress up like
She combines food with handshakes and handclaps to create a pastel of greens and whites to fill the floor

My hero’s hair contains curls combined with ribbons too cute for church
My hero can be found napping throughout the day
My hero comes with hugs and kisses after long days away
My hero just got out of diapers and I love her

A Hand Out

Hold my hand…
Its cold isn’t it?

Well, now I know how your heart feels
You know you don’t have to hurt anymore?
You don’t have to die anymore
You don’t have to cry anymore

I can take the blame
I won’t be Akon though

Songs just cycle,
Words just change,
And my promise promises

Who am I to tell you to believe in me?

Don’t believe in me
Believe in your heart
Believe the warmth hands bring when gloves have done their part
Let me know if you need another hand
I’ll call my friends and they’ll be our friends

Then if I’m along I can call you
Because I’ll know you’ll come around
And when the cycle recycles it will feel
As though everyone has been here all along

But then, the handouts won’t feel like hands out
Because my hand will be reaching up instead of out

Dream

Dreams

I once dreamt my house was heaven
Because my parents were Gods
And I was their angel

I’m sent back to hell though
When shell holes the lost souls in this world
I’m sent back to hell though
When I hear echoes of the Metro don’t let go
Don’t let go those who want to leave everything behind
Like the pellets in between the cracks of the city

Who knew a life can be gone in seconds?

One shot to the head
Because knowledge seemed too great
For him to know and another to accept as sense
They thought college wouldn’t take him
Farther than the sounds of sirens dancing in chaos
So who are they, Playas of the game?
No, hatas of the frame, raiders of new dreams
No more new teams, its just Old G
Back to the fights that battled the war

I’m sent back to hell
I’m sent back to hell
Who knew a life can be gone in seconds?

One shot to the heart
Because what he stood up for
Seemed too great to be discussed
When others loved to disagree on the lines of greed
They feed on teaching the wrong right
But what happens when they turn too many lefts?
Are they left back on the tracks that got them there in the first place?
There’s no replace for a face that just leaves traces

He still reached out for handouts
But found out that the lights after the tunnel
Wasn’t freedom but a revolver
Revolving around his head one final moment

He dreamt his house was heaven
His parents were Gods
And he was their angel

I can't write (sometimes)

I can’t write what I want
Seems like I don’t word because I want to feel it myself
I’m greedy, feed me, I’m needy, seed ye
I do tell read sees, I share what I read in seas
Lands also have my steps
Just watch them be washed away by waves
Faves stay engraved if paid to stay for help
Well, it ain’t hell even if shells melt the belts in males
Its hail to those who reign then pour their power
My showers tower over the fire to stop the wire from tire burns
It’s all satire, hi liars
This is all a parody, I savor thee
This is major greed, this is hater needs
I stay high top because I’m not old like high tops
I’m new like a brew for few sips to tip the waiter
I’m braver, you don’t need a soldier to hold ya’
Told ya my battles not over
I don’t hold an Ak, more like a may day
May one day you see what I see
Red in my eyes, not as a disguise for lack of sleep
More like a stack of beats
You can add my passion
Divide it to fractions but I got the action
Here’s my fashion,
I don’t wear the mansions
I wear the lacks in this state where real is being sold
I’m an estate, your land if you can’t find I at home
I’ll be your home if you need a door
Close your life to negativity
It’s all nice and no animosity
This has to be random words that curl up on lonely days
Hey, its just one of them only days
Only these days where words make sense
They work for money so they make cents
I’m bent up because I chill backwards
Never working too hard, more like enjoying the scars
It’s the war you live through the makes the far star closer than dreams deferred
I’m well preferred, well aware, here I’ll stop right here

I know what makes me tick, I know what makes me tock

I tick to the click of a pen that's brought to life
I tick to the tips of lips that testify
I tick to the hips that keep eyes open
Scoping a way into getting peace with pleasure
But that's what ticks me

The tock just mocks the sweet of ticks
The tock just locks itself in a life of lust
The tock just rocks the depressin' memories
Memorize the dark clouds, rainy days
But that's what tocks

Take a stop to look at this
This and that makes no sense when left alone
But that's what ticks, and that's what tocks.

I'm lost in a box to think inside of
Because that's society and it's eyeing me
Trying to see if they find a mistake within
But my life just ticks and tocks itself to death where I'm left without a choice
And I don't need one because I died trying to live
And that was my destiny

Life

Good company is as great as the Saharan Horizons.
I go Ape when visitors visit my world.
We got connections like Verizon.
Give me a call if you're ever alone.
I'll be there because There's No Mountain High Enough.
I'm here for you because even when life is down in the drain,
You Got Me.

I'm done...this one actually isn't good...But I'm sure you get the idea.

CWP Slam Jose Robinson 2