WP 170 (Scared China-man): They tell me, “You’ll go far, Danny boy, you’re a star, man.” But don’t stars burn out, and all you see is the remnants? I’ve been this paranoid, since I was a nervous kid, man. Overweight, Chinese spectacle, trying to get through adolescence. And now here I am, trying to get through the present, my spectacles still slipping, and I’m a show for your senses. I might be a good fella, but am I here for your amusement? I’m used to it, usually, it’s become an institution. I start me off my days with a boost and my two steps, solitary me, three’s company, so do step. I’m trying to be courteous so please carry on lest we lose it. Alright, I mean me, I’m like a bomb without the fuse lit. I’ll be honest until the day I go, I’ll try to be translucent. It’s just hard when you’re on your toes and eggshells guide your movements. You think it’s easy being me? Let’s take a walk, you must be new to this. It’s called empathy, and mentally I take a bruising. I think more than I oughta, and they tell me to please loosen. Up is where we need to look but not so much that you’re useless. No earthly good, a weirdo that’s aloof to the music. In his own world, wishing for a girl that could soothe it. The aching, the breaking, the masterpiece theater that’s a nuisance. You call me critical, I call it simply my two cents.
WP: 152 Ten-thirty nine at the Laundromat, I’ve got nine minutes left til I dry and dash. Thinking why am I still here trying to rap? I guess passing the time is the best I got. Maybe one day I’ll be trying Zagat, no not the tiger uppercuts, it’s the fancy book with all the spots, mere mortals like me can’t afford to hop. And maybe wining, dining, to pass the time? Won’t need quarters no more to set aside. No twenty-four, seven, eyes thinking, “Who’s this guy?” And me feeling like they don’t like my kind. But that’s alright, I’m fine, I’m still Jackson Heights. Won’t let some hood-rats harass my highs. I’m about D. Thomas this tonight, and rage, rage, against the dying of the light. And we forgive and we forget cause that’s the line, that He shouted into dark and foreboding sky. Love hung high for us here living low-lives, amazing is grace, words can’t describe.
I wish I was good enough to be called a charmer, spit it like a Midwest seasoned farmer, then me and the game would be like Greg and Dharma, I’d show these nuts who’s the G Dub Carver. It’d be Thanksgiving all year as I’m prepped to carve it, piece by piece, I’d be revved to start it, so please step aside I beg your pardon, I’m madly in love to square it off at the Garden. I’m not from the hood, no need to card me. But I have no problem speaking from the heart man. I’m hardly educated like some of the hardest, I’m community college while these dudes are Harvard. But that’s fine, I’m alright, the truth can’t harm me, mind over matter, and you matter hardly. I’m stuck in the clouds like that Prince and carpet, ready to swing in like the missing Parker, and though I’m late please excuse my tardy, I’m still gonna marry this thing, y’all can catch the garter.
- Linda Su 8/3/2011 8:52pm (facebook)
WP 149 - And I thank God that you see it, that you’ve opened to believe it, that this day, though was down, has everlasting meaning. And when you call He will answer, from the morn to the evening, and even when you mourn, even more will you meet Him. I still remember wrestling with the Lord to beseech you, the hound was around, but you thought we would mislead you. I know I’m not perfect, but I got low down to plead too, seek through, speak truth, on the ground as knees do. And as the word says, heaven opens and the trumpets sound to greet you, welcome to fam, hot dang, this is theeee news! Are you ready? No more waiting, twenty four seven, no debating, a life turned around like the triple lutz skating. And yes, there are ups, just as downs, no escaping. But guess what? No fuss, of our own complicating. There are things we can’t change but it’s for our own painting, each stroke from the Savior, for a life worth saving. More than just a pager that we beep when we’re aching, a divine life line, and fullness for the taking.
WP 148 - Even in this heart I will still believe. I’m referring to the dark like the blackest sea. I’m referring to the dark like the whack in me. I’m a false pre-tense, a walking wannabe. And I will hold on, Zordon, hear me beep, my watch is going crazy cause I’m powered Green, and I’d like to think I’m powerful, even mighty. But this Megazord’s gone and I can’t morph from me. What the heck are you talkin ‘bout? Silly D. You’re a just a walking bag of Looney with no Tunes in the beat. Yer rhymes are as weak as mac and cheese. And nowhere near tasteful, keeping kids off the street. So why you even bothering? Toss the keys. And then toss the towel, make your surrender plead. What went wrong? Are you a dawg or certified G? Haha yes definitely, but only mentally.
WP 147 - Ode to Linda Su - Hey Su, we’ve been missing you, now tell us where you’ve been. It’s the truth, it’s been the 100s, but go on shine again. Yer the Tinkerbell, real swell, and I means it, no pretend. Now fly back, flutter in, and stage that second wind. I remember talks with no tears, a strong broad, yer amazing. You’d rock me in the beers, I would sip while you were waiting. But you were good like that, you had ears and you were patient, a fan favorite, everybody loved you like Raymond. And I don’t mean yer brother, I meant that sitcom that was famous. Remember how we thought you should have your own show and the name was? Oh yeah, the Life of Linda, centered on this crazy. Power-puffed extra tough, world saving Asian. She might get bat around but would pop back like a daisy. But it’s the girl you love to love cause you knew she wasn’t faking. And we still love you, thinkin of you, like every dude’s baby, every grown up’s favorite girl, and whoo that S. O. Pi. Lady! Cause you is so high rated! And you is so gonna make it! Cause we is so ever waiting, for that misbehavin’ maiden!……….GET BETTER!!!! http://everribbon.com/ribbon/view/1087