To Be Me

Breaking out of these chains,

reining in these reins,

and losing my insane

already crazy brain.

The reign of pain

with toasts of champagne

was mostly strain.

They drained and reigned,

slaying entire trains

of the deigned detained.

Pain, though, could not hope to contain

because this show is on to obtain

new domains during my campaigns.

I'm on a freight train to the fast lane.

Not just any fast lane, the fastest main plain.

I'm riding over it like I'm a four-wheeled great dane.

But no amount of your addicting cocaine

could ever stop me from maintaining insane

freakishly fast follow-ups forever fain.

Inexplicable, inexplicably inhumane,

crazy and coo-coo, convincingly capital gain;

I like to go insane with a plane or a train

of thoughts in my brain that tend to wane

but at the same time gain fame in vain.

Little did we know, our shiny golden chain

was just another way for a little more pain

to creep inside and make its home in our domain.

On a totally unrelated noisy gong

is this a long poem, a rap, or a song?

Or, maybe, were those guesses just totally wrong?

Maybe the longer that I go and prolong

the pain, the hate, the better I belong.

Most of all, I belong in my own throng.

Me and my people, we just scrape along

and every once in a while we drape a song,

making it way a hundred pounds or more, so long

as it ends up being eventually strong

enough to make a difference and save a few people from wrong.

I mean, that's the only reason that I ever write,

so that in the depths of their despair, at the bleakest fight

my people, my homeys, will have something to look to at night.

Every poem that I write is intended to be a light

so the people who read them will get a little more alright

and start to figure out themselves. Yeah, we are quite

the chaotic bunch and the unashamed knights.

Our table isn't round and bound by lots of polite

lies that we tell each other. No, we are tight.

We are bound together in a bond full of light.

Working together, we forever forthright

put forward our best foot as we unite.

We are all independent, interdependent.

 But sometimes on ourselves we are overdependent.

 Dependency, horrendously we mess up. Dependent

 on ourselves all of the time, outer-dependent

       we rise and begin to earn every single pendant.

Attendant to the ascendant of transcendent superintendents.

As leaders we are sometimes too stuck in our resplendent

appearance that we forget to look out and keep going.

No matter what happens, I will keep flowing.

"Keep writing, keep going!" they say. I'm practically glowing.

These compliments, deserved or not, keep on showing

that I'm still improving. I will keep on rowing

this boat of poems over the stream. I'm knowing

these are my fans, but really I'm forgoing

all of the pleasantries. They're unknowing

of all of my mistakes that I've made, stowing

them deep inside of me. They keep slowing

this progressive chaos that keeps on throwing

insults at people who keep toeing

the line between being dumb and just owing

me every day, every once. They are unknowing.

To be free or be me, that is the question. See,

this is my homely bunch of my homeys.

My plea was followed up by a sudden spree.

Now, suddenly, I'm on the spotlight. "Whee!!"

What a roller coaster ride it is for me.

These are honestly the best rhymes I have for free.

If I could rap, I'd be a rapper. Don't you agree?

Maybe sell some records, maybe be a banshee,

just screaming everything I say out loud highly.

I know some people will always disagree

and sometimes I lose track of my rhyme scheme

but in the end, there isn't any other degree

of me that I would ever rather be.

Forever after I will hopefully be

this same degree of me that I see. Eternally me.

Reviews

[dan]

david, I can hear Eminem doing this great spoken-word poem with a nice sampled beat/melody. I've been trying to figure out what your latest writes could be classified as and I finally came to the conclusion that rap/hip-hop is the genre. I'm not that into hip hop but I do like Eminem, specifically for his lyrical talent. As far as the music goes, not so much. (I'm old, I still like metal the best) Have you ever thought about trying to find a venue that hosts poetry readings/performance art? I could hear this being done on a dimly lit stage in a coffee house somewhere. Great write. take care...dan

[Not here]

i really wish i could rap. lol. and thanks for reviewing dan :)