The Calling
Look, we are all called to do something. We are either leaders, followers, writers, readers, helpers or hurters. When the phone rings and you are called, what is the man on the other side of the phone asking you to do? It’s time to let us know why you have been called.
This week, we have the talented YeYo as our host. She has been dropping in the LAB on FB and is out doing spoken word. Please come out and support her and her works with your comments and your poems.
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Man I felt the power in this. You command words to do your will. You are definetely called. Thanks for hosting. Well done.
David
October 23, 2011 at 5:31 am
I like the style in which your flow has taken as well as the many combination of metaphors enlisted in this piece YeYo…..nice ink!
The Calling
Well i realize i possess a quality unique unto myself given at birth;
The metaphysical emergence of a prominent pupa’s worth;
Been tested in my larva stage metamorphosis as a constant first;
Undergoing the change needed enabling to quench any thirst;
Be it natural or supernatural i be that extraordinary source;
Knowing my appointment a specially convened & created force;
Assembling the masses for a common purpose of course;
Existing just long enough in it as the true reasoning surfaces;
Finding solutions to nullify disputes unriddling the puzzled situation
Rendering the state of many affairs a new idea thought or suggestion;
Changing the former course associating it with a forward consideration;
That be my typical distinctive qualities embodied characteristics for each & every mission.
November 13, 2011 at 7:12 am
WOW YEYO….amazing amazing AMAZING piece!!! “You’ve grown tired of nursery rhymes” …you aint neva lied..
October 23, 2011 at 6:57 am
The Calling
By David Cardenas
Okay, this is my calling; to spit words
Drop some of the illest shit you ever heard
To be a leader, uplift my people through verse
Feed them knowledge, no matter the hurt
No matter the pain, the lost or the everyday joy
My words can build as fast as they can destroy
I stand before you a man that is truly broken
Unable to spit, so my words begin chocking
I keep gasping for air; trying to grasp the moment
Hoping life will slow down, waiting for my atonement
Each word that comes out is a piece or a component
But they can also be weapons used by my opponent
So instead of feeding my people words to heal
I drop some vile shit that maims and kills
The phone keeps ringing, I know God is calling
But I’m afraid to pick up, so I keep stalling
I didn’t realize my words held so much power
That I a bullshit rhyme actually could devour
He said, “David, you speak things into existence”
I didn’t believe Him, now I see death in the distance
I should have listened… I should have just listened…
October 24, 2011 at 5:26 am
Damn David … that’s a brave spit before God. Your well runs deep and your ink will stand the test of time! Awesome calling.
October 24, 2011 at 5:42 am
YeYo …. diggin your words to the core of my being. spot on point!
October 24, 2011 at 5:37 am
Hell yeah loving this joint right here Yeyo!! And David, your flow stay hot… great pieces u two!
October 24, 2011 at 5:43 am
David and YeYo, you make me happy that I have insomnia and came back to my computer to find your great work. We are all blessed that you have followed your calling. Stay on the path. Happy Quills, Lady Octopus
October 24, 2011 at 7:20 am
I been called by god
To spread my essence
Thru my literature
And to demolish
The diabolic minds
Of the superiors
Submerged in my words
Holds salvation and freedom
My mind, soul and pen
Is an incredible threesome
Scriptures from my scrolls
Influence my readers
To think outside the box
And become world leaders
My job is to heal torn hearts
And broken minds
I inflect inspiration
Restoring vision to the blind
I open closed-minds
To the real and not the fake
False profits condemn you
Attempting to paralyze your faith
Reading between the lines
My mind starts to clench
My hunger for higher learning
Cannot be quenched
The gift of poetry
Can warm a cold heart
Gasoline is my ink
When I write I shoot sparks
Sparking your creativity
To a new plateau
New ideas are like plants
Give them sun
Watch them grow
We all have a choice
And we all have a purpose
To live happy and rejoice
Or get annihilated with the serpents
We all will be called
And when the phone rings
Press answer and listen
Because angels do sing…..
The Calling. Words From Nicholas Malone.
October 25, 2011 at 1:34 am
Very nice and powerful. I love your flow and the message is outstanding.
David
October 25, 2011 at 7:44 am
Thanks David for the compliment. I greatly appreciate it.
October 25, 2011 at 8:42 am
Opportunity Knocked,
But the door went unanswered
I refused to get up and see who it was
I laid there high off stress
Doped up on anger
Confusion was the pusher of my drugs
My mind screams, who am I?
Or is the question, who do you want me to be
Seems people can only accept you if your someone else
I was created in a manner
Only Befitting for me, it seems
And the world wonders why my emotions sit on a shelf
I’ll never live up to life’s expectations
Slowly starting to understand
I’m different, this always going to be a fact
Experience has pave my way
Allah has invested in me
But the shaytaan always seem to push me off track
In Allah I seek guidance,
In myself I seek strength
Because when I think I’m getting up, I’m really still falling
So opportunity can knock
An I’ll never be able to get up
It’s the strange fate I live, its simply my calling
October 25, 2011 at 11:41 am