GRADUATION DAY

Look at you,
Yes, we see you
Yes, we hear you
Walking all grown
Appearance so beautiful
A collegiate individual
No  more child's play
Today is your day
Commencement to Presentation
Knowledge
Confidence
With plenty of education
This walk advancing a boy to a man
A woman, promoted from a girl
Enrollment until graduation day
It's time to meet the real world
Common sense brings you fashion sense
with maturity come intelligence
Look at you
back straight, head high
We, admiring you, as you walk by
In route to all doors of opportunities
Now you're an adult
Taking on, your own responsibilities
Becoming the generation "NEW"
to pick up, where we left off
This world's for you
More like it's inherited to you
Like it was for we
So walk that walk money
talk that talk honey
Be free, live free, love free
But the world ain't no silver spoon
So life will be a struggle
Meaning, it won't be that easy
It's a new life waiting for you
It's time for graduate to see their career place
no longer will you be a student of education
You're a professional on this runway
We see, confidence in your walk
We hear, maturity in your talk
transforming from clothes that sag
to a professional with swag
Singing to your parents "WOW!!"
"I'm a big kid now"
It's graduation day for you
Professional walker in a professional space
To create your new life, on the new worlds stage for you
The next new chapter, the starting of a new page for you
A diploma passed to you like a torch
A relay towards a finish line of life
Young world.....it's time for you to move forth
Reason.....
You are 5...steps
til you get your degree
4 steps
4 steps to your goal
and 3 wishes
from being on top of the world
on GRADUATION DAY........~TNW

WHAT WILL YOU DO

What happens
when your favorite pen....dies of dehydration-
due to neglect and lack of love
What if it slowly died from ink UN-used
You know 
When modern technology caused you
to go paperless
When baring arms
was writes going penless
And those used-less pens
side eye-ing you in falling black tears
when the computer is the choice a writer usage
Now picture this
blue and blacks are holding silent elections
looking for a skill craft men
who won't pass up the aisle
where pens come in multiple selections
Papers and journals are joining the rally
fear of their own extinctions
buried in penmentaries
the home they will call Death Valley
So what happens
when your electronics goes down
Voice recorders aren't around
and you need to pen something down?
and Through it all
that pen your forcefully retired
will still be your corner
papers will lay flat, white, with collegiate lines
with red lines serving as the borders
Hands will become sweaty
possibly shake with grasp
unused muscle grips may cramp
scribing will look like heart monitors
while papers will pile up like trash
So what will you do
if the pen that got you started
do what you did to it
and later gives up de-penning ink for you
for writeless and voiceless spits........~TNW

INVITATION

I invite you to this platform
See, my stage is your stage
You don't have to be afraid
but if you are it's okay
You are a hidden star
To stand before a crowded room
strangers and friends looking at you
this is the height of nervousness by far
but tonight is your light to shine
to become your bucket list star
to share your thoughts and dreams
as we make your dreams part of  WordzSpeaks team
This stage is made about who you are
Don't worry about the poet that went before you
or the one coming after you
just come up here, 
do what you gotta do
read your poem,
in your voice
in other words, just be you
See, I'm telling you the truth
And Yes, I'm talking to you
the silent poet
the smiling listener
the shaking knee wanting to come to the  mic
the beaded forehead from venues with bright lights
Don't make this the "Maybe the next time"
I'll sign the list
Don't make this the "I shoulda, coulda, woulda"
moment for you to spit
As my boy E-Baby says, "GET YO ASS UP"
see you need to spit your shit
Be brave,
put your name on the list
See in this venue
We need to hear your mind vent
Fuck a therapist,
let us stop, stop
look, look
then listen
Demand us with your delivery
Command us with your poetry
Pen us in swords of words 
makes us have your full attention
this what we do
as poets we do this with full intentions
See what you be spittin
could be the words possibly hitting
close to home
or heal open wounds
mending ones heart
for the dark clouds that bloom
So, give us your writes
share with us your mind
there is no next time
tonight is your night
You can shine
You will shine
fear is all in your mind
Bring us sight through your vision
help us hear your words 
and take us out the blind
So when I call your name
don't run for cover
puff up your chest
approach with nervousness
and leave the stage as your best
know, "You're the New Poet" by request
that we discovered and uncovered
There is no time to run with treason
this is your reason, 
to hear hands clapping & your name called
So you can be "THAT POET" for this season 
Just stand up with pride in your eyes
and if you like
we will stand by your side and hold the mic
while you workout the whispers
until you're shouting out your lines
open mics, cameras, then action 
This is your INVITATION for you to shine



at SPOKEN WORLD TUESDAYS

SLEEPLESS WRITES

 SLEEPLESS WRITES

I sleep with my laptop on
cell phone next to my face
pens clutched in my hand
and notebooks as my pillow
My crumbled papers are mattress pads
Jazz music playing
creates images in my dreams
Luke warm coffee's or teas
helps me decipher ingredients on relaxing taste
I lay with closed eyes
just a temporary long blink in stares
Another poet friend wrote, "Do poets sleep?"
but my reply, in my grandma's cries
We are only resting our eyes
cause with closed eyes
there is so much more, Our eyes can see
Every night I lay
I pray I don't fall to far under
Hoping to spring up
then get up
and write about that image or word
before the inspiration becomes no longer.....~TNW

ME, PROMOTER

The Advertiser

Wordsmith promoter

Unpaid passionate distributor Supporter,

network connector

on all social networks

I’m the GE on the scene

bringing great connections to life

the words and writes are my rights 

I put hype

before your pen strike, 

or before typewriters type

the reason for past seasons

the lost ones, once the dark ones

Have a heart, a brains and courage …

and can see the WIZARDS stage lights

But I forgot I about my life

forgot to push my hype

solicit theirs more than mines

but no one’s pushing mines, RIGHT?

when you aren’t pushing yours

This ain’t no delegated chore

its clause for the pause no metaphors

just metamorphic exchanges that evolves

I don’t do this for the props

I raise my writing hand to my pops

I do this for love and not for ya’ll

swerve, brake and pause

Let me have your attention ya'll

A rebel without a cause

Dayum I promote so much,

I deserve an award

and my reward

support and being on one accord

but what I can't afford

a break in circles and links

I'm protecting this community reputation

like chirp chirp, from brinks

but really tho, does this message sink

I can give a what, what haters think

cause haters ain't shyt

and you know shyt stinks

But me

a promoter?

a advertiser?

the go to

when you don't know where to go to

that ain't me at all

cause I don't do what I do as promoter

I do it cause I do it

for the same passion that pushes us all

And its my fault for pushing this game

so I can't be mad at no one for 

respectfully earning this name

but I'm a writer first

a poet with thirst

TwistNWordz is my name

and poetry is my hunger games