Monthly Archives: March 2011

Talk to My Soul

Verbal penetration

To impregnate a nation

With twins…

A boy named Revolution and a girl named Revalation

But this birth wasn’t simple, there were many complications

Evil, racism, hate & discrimination

Lead me and my people into disinegration

Boy, you’ve been complacent

Trying to live your life for monetary compensation

As if “money” was the measure of a man, but man, you’ve been mistaken!

No I’m not player hatin’…

I send you my best wishes

That you will find your riches

Bet your britches on that day I’ll wish you cagradulations

But time is wastin, its no time for a vacation

It’s time for confrontation

Me being the poet, I do my job dissemination

To spread the word

Lose the guns, keep the roses… Have a little patience

We can break it down to the common denomination

Soul to soul communcication

Get at me on that level, we’ll continue this conversation

Till then I bid you peace & salutations.


Advice to the Young Artist

Seek out and study with a master

If your after “Greatness”

My aim is to impact the world

Be the catalyst for changes…

You should want to be “Good”

More than you want to be famous.


Rufio Ink on Hollywood Blvd.

Tonight we hit up Hollywood Blvd. with a classic character. Thanks to all who helped tonight including, LA Mural Front, Grind Haus and the Rufio Ink Crew.

I’m launching a new tee shirt company next month called “Rufio Ink”, and the launch party is going to be April 9th at Tank Farm flagship store. So if your in the LA area around that time, then your invited!

Its been a long night and it’s late and I’m a bit tired. I promise to post more details later… Check out the video!


Last Time I Fell In Love…

Last time I feel in love

Deep was the whole I dug

myself into

Deeper the Atlantis

I prayed like a mantis

That this rock that I found would someday

Grow into a planet

Now in the matter of the heart I may play the fool

But the pussy of hers had gravitational pull

Still I keep it cool

Even though I knew

I was falling

Every night I was calling

On the telephone we be talking

& we were rapping till the sun came up

The only adjective that I can give is beautiful

& we all want something beautiful

Speaking of the mental and the physical

But then there came the spiritual

In soul searching I sought

& somehow found you

I promised to make you my girl

I promised to give you the world

& we lived happily ever after…

For a year of my life

Maybe the happiest year of my life

But then came the fear & the fights

And certain things that happen the dark

That did not appear in the light.

Now,

Who’s to blame for doomin’ this perfect union?

Fingers point to me as I cheated & lie…

& I can’t even come up with a clever rhyme for that one.

But I do remember that one

Night

When you kicked through my door and I witnessed

My first girl fight

As you grabbed & dragged that girl

Out the closet door

Across the hardwood floors

Scratching & screaming, screaming & scratching

How could you?

In our house… In our bed.

& as everything turned black

I turned red

You yelled, I yelled back

Then my face you slapped

In a millisec I react

Then all of a sudden, in comes my cousin

& I’m slammed against the wall to my back

Next beat

I’m out on the street

I’m drench from my head to my feet.

& I’ll never forget the rain on my face

that night that I dissed you

Like the soft raindrops on my face

that first night that I kissed you

& I cannot lie now and say I don’t miss you

Or that

I don’t think about you everytime I listen

To The Mis-Education of Lauren Hill

The 3rd track

& its not that I want you back

I just want to apologize for acting wack

& let you know that I am chilling

before things get worst

And of course I want to fall in love again

But maybe I should grow  up first.

 


The Poet

This poet speaks

Even when I’m not spoken to

My goal is hopefully to have broken through

The barriers Of what is true and what is make-believe

Because the truth in poems

That I make I make up

May just make you see things more clearly

Constantly questioning, “Can you hear me?

Knowing at my best politicians fear me.

Can you feel me?”

Do you understand what I’m talking about?

Sometimes I have to scream & shout

To get my point across

But the only way to find the right way

Is to first realize you’re lost…

This poetry is painful

Looking for the rainbow

Yet I share my most private quiet conversations

& tell my stories

With poetic exaggerations…

I am the poet.

 


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