#Neoetry on the Flizeye 2

Yeah it's Quorizma

Mobbin through ya area

Makin niggas sick

Like I got malaria

I am not an Amazon

But this is Audible trauma 

You could come back with Jesus

And I still wouldn't be scared of ya

Fearless like a tiger

I'm a dope writer 

They say I'm too bright

A not-your-type writer

But I float like a butterfly

And sting like a fighter 

I'm all you wanna be

Like Muhammad Ali.

I grew up slangin Watchtowers 

Now I love to fornicate

When I step out the shower.

Titties in the air 

Head against the board

Pussy pissin everywhere

Cervix screaming for more. 

I get classy

But love to keep it nasty

Married three times

But like Ghost

They still couldnt trap me.

Proud to be single

Too dangerous to let the dick just mingle

Strapped up like a taped double cup

More sausage than Pizza Hut

Nut tattooed to her butt

She called me Superman

When I climbed her tree

And beat the kitty up. 

Dumped in her truck 

Like a firetruck

Anytime I want

I can just pull up.

Cant make any sense of this scene 

Pick a side and join a Mean Dream Team

Not average schemes

Apocalyptic biblical dreams

So prophetic 

But I refuse to be evangelistic

While babies are hungry

And the sick stay sick.

Fuck the vaccine 

I've always been a prick.

Masked up like bandits

Robbin a stagecoach full of Corona

But we're still stuck with it.

For heaven's sake

We're still drunk off it.

Psychological strip tease

I'm a beast

With these lyrical memes

I got one hand and two thumbs

Locked and loaded

Strapped with neurons ready to fire

Like I AM World War 3

I fought demons

And devils 

Hell bent on gaslighting my psychology 

But I got a third eye

Giving me revelations 

The Apostle Paul wouldn't believe 

Experience synchronicity pursued-

This is to be continued....

©️2022 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA 

#QUORIZMA #NEOETRY #POETRY 

#NEOETRY ON THE FLY 1

They said that bodily training was beneficial for a little

I'm standing next to this machine putting the pedal to the metal. 

It's a hard rock life 

For us

It's no justice 

NO PIECE

Of the pie 

And it's robbing me of 

Any peace.

I just need to release.

Banging my head against the bed

Of my mistakes

Making love to this iron 

And stacking up my plates.

I'm hungry

 

Feeding the wolf inside of me.

 

The third eye of a tiger

Fuckin guiding me.

This is not a dissertation 

More of a soliloquy 

Written by none other

Than Yours Truly...

Best believe me...

I'm rarer than a

Box office Trilogy.

Real like

Harriet

On the Twenty.

I'm the Black Swan 

Instigator-

Dragon fire 

I stay breathing 

As I conspire

To change the game

And break mental

Barriers 

Blocking my energy.

The trauma cycle-

 Draining

Life experience held hostage

By my ignorance.

To say my relationship status is complicated 

Is an understatement.

Lost Lesley cause that chick 

Put a hickie on me in the basement

I was so ashamed to admit it

Tried to hide it

But my skin so bright

Divinely highlighted

No cappin

12 years later lost Izzy

Because the same thing happened....

Bright skin problems

Yeah I got em

If she gave me a shot

Like Steph Curry 

I shocked em

Came in the game breaking headboards 

Like Shaq did backboards

Kobe in the sack

Grabbin her titties

They love my RACK attack.

Relationships sink

Faster than loose lips

Like hoola hoops 

Falling off the hips

Jumpin through emotional hoops

Like Back to the Future

Fighting paradoxical time loops.

I keep tickin

Clockers stay clockin

But cha boy 

Just stay rockin 

Like a crooked 

bell bottom 

Your ding don't sway

And your dong don't swing 

Like the #Neoetry I bring

Verbally exorcising Like a demon 

I'm #Quorizmatizing

Fuck bein a priest 

This ain't proselytizing 

Never worked on a doctorate

But my neurons 

Stay theorizing.

I put the C in class

Even though I graduated at the bottom 

I put the G in grass

Even though the chiggers were gnawing on my scrotum

I put the D in ding a ling 

Cause that's just how my balls swing

I put the E in everything

And gave my self an A

Because I dont have to explain anything.

My word is my game

Bonded and rooted by my

Deoxyribonucleic juices 

Passed down from my tutors 

Even though my history was neutered 

By the incompetent impotence

Of massa's remaining students.

Who needs math?

I AM the problem.

©️2021 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA 

#QUORIZMA #NEOETRY #POETRY 

Thirsty Dreams

Thirsty for knowledge like a sponge in the desert 

Suffocating for wisdom like black needing the night

Searching for purpose like a cake for a palate

Diving for destiny despite the trickery

Self manipulation is plaguing me

Slipped and got a banana stuck in my tailpipe 

Cant burnout without smoking up my mind's eye

All my energy blocked up like Hoover damned my chakras to a reservoir of lies

What I see I despise 

Slowly my dreams are beginning to materialize like a butterfly in a cocoon 

I tried to bloom too soon

To be a god

I had to turn goon

Instead of depression stalking me

I staked out depression

And escaped a religious prison 

But got swallowed up by the system

Kept talking to God

Even though I couldnt hear Him

Even though I didnt wanna listen

I paid the cost to be lost in the sauce

Still he never left me 

Full of unholy imagery

That would never become reality

Blessed to see my progeny's progeny

Despite me and in spite of me

I will see them

Do better 

Than me

Praying they keep searching for wisdom

Like a diver for pearls 

Like a pirate for silver 

Purpose delivers

From discontentement 

And disillusionment 

To holy ground 

They will find it.

Praying they dig deep in their hearts

Dont get caught up in societies desecration of their art

Standing in who they are

Never pretending to be 

Who they ain't and cant be

Proud of what they intend their lives

To be

Spiritually.

The truth is the truth

You reap what you truth

Karma cant lie

I am what I created in my youth

Mirrors always reflect what was

Every millisecond is a blessing

Once the image is shattered

It is gone forever

And will never be again

Eat, drink, smoke, love, and be merry

Live like today

Is the last of your tomorrows

When the dream ends

Nobody knows....

©️2022 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA

#QUORIZMA #NEOETRY #POETRY 

Mama Do You Pray For Me

Mama do you pray for me

There's a bear that keeps stalking me in my dreams

Mama do you pray for me

My tragedies are stalking me

Mama do you pray for me

I dont recognize the image staring back at me

Mama do you pray for me 

I'm not the man I thought I'd be

Mama do you pray for me

I'm not the son i should be

Mama do you pray for me

I cant find free

Mama do you pray for me

Your boy turned man thinks Baby

Mama do you pray for me

Thanks for getting Daddy off of me- that one time

Mama do you pray for me

Mama do you pray for me

Mama I need you to pray for me

Say my whole name at the altar

45 and I'm stuck at Gibraltar 

Searching the seas to find my purpose 

You see in me 

Mama I'll die when you stop praying for me

My breath was first breathed outside of you and ever since then the only time I feel like I'm home is when I'm beside you

You breathe I breathe 

Mama breathe life back into me

If you stop praying for me

Mama dont stop praying for me

I need your prayers like I need G O D

Your prayers are the ink I bleed

When writers block gives me blood clots like ink blots clogging my heart trapping my thoughts in a space jam with no music.

Mama do you pray for my green lights 

Pray I see the dawn of progress and cruise through the suicidal course between dusk and twilight 

Mama do you pray for me

Prayers from you fill my tank with godly energy I cant see but flows through me freely following me like a trail behind a snail crystallizing my past in a Hall of Shame and Plans Derailed spelling out the letters H E L L

Mama do you pray for my soul

Mama where you go I wanna go

Mama do you pray for me

Mama do you pray for me

Mama do you still pray for me

Mama dont pray for me...

Pray for your grandchildren you never get to see....

Mama...

 

Mama...

 

MAMA!!!

©️2022 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA 

#QUORIZMA #NEOETRY #POETRY 

De Press Melodee

I can sit and I can spin in my own circles

My mind keeps racin and the clock keeps ticking

Counting down to a fade like a barber 

God keeps perfect timing 

I wont miss my dead line

Addicted to procrastination

Stagnant situations 

Sticky contractions pushin out my fantasies

Nothing in front of me shows up clearly

Everything is distant and blurry

My heart is my logo

None of my shots are free throws

They're all long like Steph Curry

I got 3 points left

0 seconds on the clock

The rim is so salty

Cant take me with me

I been sober so long

I cant remember the forgotten me

Strung out on the streets

In a domestic chasin foreign pussy

Pussy that defined me

Pussy that strangled the I out of my identity

Didnt I see this me

Trapped in a loop like Dormamu

I'm not a Dr but Strange looks in the mirror 

Got me reciting hypocratic oaths to myself as i shake and shiver

Birth of a winner

Blood pressure still high from eating frozen Hungry Man chicken dinners

But I'm still hungry 

No sustenance can sustain the beast in me

This road is meant for struggling

Not for traveling

Walkers walk

Talkers talk

Riders end up in chalk

Playing above the rim 

Is where the eagles soar

Picking up my lip off the floor 

Words knocked out of my subconscious 

Pages torn from my journal 

Bout my journey

Of distractions 

Like the cities on a map

Stuck living life in 2 dimensions 

Somethings missing 

And I know it doesnt make sense to be this lost

I wish I paid attention when I could afford the cost....

©️2022 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA 

#QUORIZMA #NEOETRY #POETRY 

Memory of Happy

Riding the merry go round

Swinging so high I turned upside down

Fishing til the sun burnt my face

Occasional snake slithering near my chosen space

70s R&B on WDIA AM radio

Maybe a tidbit of the Paul Harvey Show

All the crawdads we could eat

Mosquitoes biting everything but my feet

Enough cousins at reunion

To give grandparents fits of confusion

A fan in the window

Green trees turned to shadow 

Moonlight pure as a dream

Shoeless double dutching 

Cranking mowers to cut familiar grass

Raking leaves into large Glad bags

Skipping rocks and maybe school

Loved breaking rules

Come in from the rain?

Only if there's lightning mane

I'd be remissed if I forgot to mention 

Yearly District Conventions

Even the Memorial broke the monotony

Shoney's was the after party

Only so many ways to remember happy moments long gone few and far between the moments of blessed boredom. 

Not able to define gratitude for all taken for granted. Too focused on harvested seeds of anger that were planted.

Walking in a shadow perfectly... sorta. Just a couple degrees off but there's no college for nightmare hoarders.

They say focus on the good, it wasnt all that bad, and at least you HAD a dad. I did. I had a dad and it wasnt all good and it wasnt all bad but I had a dad that was never going to be glad I was his firstborn son if I didnt choose to fit the vision that HE had and my dad never saw nor cared that every single day I was at school being 'bad' because every single day I spent with him I was so sad. 

Happiness is an abstract concept to a child that hasn't been neglected but willfully and presently abandoned to someone else's version of happiness that makes no sense to them because it chokes their very soul from their lungs. 

How many scriptures and belts tied around my neck and drug with me from The Theocratic Ministry School to the bottom of the Walker Park swimming pool?

So many songs that couldn't lift the spirit of a ghost. "We're Jehovah's Witnesses" was the one I enjoyed the most.  'Men make gods of wood and stone...' But purpose was a god unknown.

Knocking on doors with sleeping dogs and barking humans behind them kept my nerves in a constant state of wracked like being a Saturday morning alarm clock with the face of a cat. 

For my first 15 years I did that and more and for ten years more I did a dance back and forth that defined me to my core until 2004 when I decided I couldn't take it anymore and I superglued shut that revolving door.  

I did what any other captive aware of their captivity would do. I escaped my prison of sadness and enslaved myself to a journey of inner happiness. 

©️2022 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA

#QUORIZMA #NEOETRY #POETRY