Pen is mightier than the sword

Pen is mightier than the sword
Writing what I think, before I say it!

Thursday, November 6, 2014

STILL BIRTH

Pregnancy by a man who is not about nothing
who only likes doing nothing for a living
smoking and drinking is a given
How could you not know
that he is a disease
spreading his being through his DNA(Dumb Nigga Ass) genes
sticking you with 9 months of carrying his seed
You conceived his problems
and birth a new problem
name your baby problem

you didn't see that as problem
until he said there's a problem
cause when he looked at a baby
he said,
That's not my problem
Pass down from generation
to generation
to generation
See,
No matter how strict your mommy teachings
his father runs deep in his blood
what his father did
he will do
no cure for this madness
Heavens waters won't save this bad ass
He is meant to be aggression
Crying about the man, oppression
So saying being black
is the new slavery depression

making it out the hood, Hmm, good question
sounds more like a suggestion
but our hood keeps suppressing
Ghetto Street life has better lessons
Section 8 and project living
is way of living
check our street history session
See we are so hateful to ourselves
and only hate everyone else....if they doing better us
So these haters weapons of choice
kill a community funded by the hated community 

take out leadership and their voices
They will patiently wait
waiting for us to die off
mentally painting pictures in street conscious images
that "WE" can't succeed
that "WE" aren't meant to breathe
that "WE" are suppose to slaves in penitentiary

that we, 
Are the New Black in Orange
Freedom, Yo that song is boring
We can't be We
Cause We, keep living for I
and why
Selfishness is ignorance
We ain't just niggas
We're nigorant
Shouting out with passion,
"There's levels to this shit"
We born a nigga
die a nigga
and if we long enough
we poverty stricken for life my nigga
and we ain't black
we just nigga's,
put that on a application
being poor is an occupation
crime ain't a offense
its a defense for our situation

A reverse emancipation
dying on the streets
by another brutha's heat
is a true award of survival declaration

You dating thugs that hold drugs
over men holding degrees standing
you might date a suit and ties
only if his slacks are saggin
You trying to bread Kings while dating Jokers
Don't hail yourself Queen
if you are harboring un-royal seeds
letting any facebook male tweet you then poke ya
Learn the cause before the effects
So think about lady
Love ain't through sex
last time I check
our hearts beat in our chest
Use your mind
and stop blowing his mind
So in time
You, my Queen
Can change this plague
Only if you can birth lives willing to live
that aren't conceived "Still born dead'



~TNW


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Monday, November 3, 2014

RESIDUAL VALUES

I'm a war against myself

when my prayers was answered by
An Angel
but Heaven and Hell both have Angels
and my angle, not quite right
plus a saint I ain't, sinner, I might
I just talk a spiritual walk
my spiritual sobriety barely walks in checkpoints
straight lines in blurred lines
curving lines through scripted paints...
taunted by lust, but I was taught to love 
after I taint 

I'm in war against myself

unleashing a demon of temptation
finding my dalmatian in fertile SINsation
I smell the taste of lust
You are here at the right time
with the wrong invitation
trying to make a good presentation
the seed of lies was planted
when I ask you to stay and
lay and, I prayed and on the prey
a plot for us to lay parallel
under covers we were playing
but you're saying "NO"
was mute to me
didn't know my acts was lost interest of mutiny
was a test of my restraint over strain
My pen is at pinnacle with my testi-monials

Trying to use my conscious advice of
"Its okay to say NO"

but my actions went Steve Martin
Two brains barely using their head
One thought to think with its head
the other, thought of using its head
Anxiously,
I false started on the play
illegal use of everything
made my kisses a seductive weapon
I knew all the time a brush kiss on shoulder blade
was a chain reaction
I knew that
wet pecks would raise sensors on neck
I was dead wrong for
holding you from behind
while being pressed against your behind
and throbbing in codes of "I want you"
in hand less blinds
I lost my mind
when I took your palms
and feathered your arousing
as if I was Ray Charles
and before I knew it
We wonder twin our sexual powers to form of
a "Ying and Yang" symbols
Turning into vultures in spread Eagles
my body was only suppose to be a comforter
but my manhood cross the lines, when it decided
to come for her
didn't see this outcome with her
until I income inside her
the damage was my butter worth
she laid in sighs of disappointment
her back towards me, said I failed the test
she slept with discuss of giving in
All she wanted was a warm presence
not a hot intrusion
that a man can lay with her in bed
and not bed her in conclusion
Take me for my mind
so I can wake up and write
a "He wants me for my mind" poem
instead
I gave her an idea
of writers block
with my pen
piercing her body as delivery
no endings but just getting ends see
and now
our friendship will never know the spoils
of having............"A TITLE"

~TNW



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Thursday, October 16, 2014

ACCIDENTAL PURPOSES

Time and time again
I anticipate are hug

turning into a kiss
No,
the approach of a hug
is really
an approach of kiss
every departure

seems,
closer 
than the last
Maybe, 
maybe my breath isn't right
maybe, she is waiting on me to lead
dayum
how long
how much longer 
do I wait to fulfill this curiousity
why can't we metals and magnets
This happening of interaction
by laws of magnetic forces
Hell lets just kiss

and Say Good bye
I'll be happy with a 5 sec kiss
I'll use my fingers
Hey, 
kiss me
I got the signal
Wait!
I got "Big Red"
kiss a little longer?
I swear, 
it will be all or nothing
I'm taking a risk
either you will respond with your lips
or you will respond with hand hits
We needs to kiss

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner




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AUTUMN TEARS

Hot tea steams to my window
brisk mist outside when wind blows
condensation fogs up glasses
I write this short poem until it fades
Green tea ginger, tickles my senses
my palette jumps in applause of soothing
I watch as the leaves wave in transformation
showing their best greens die colorfully to yellow, red and orange
falling to the Earth and blanketing green floors merging to brown
Autumn truly begins the season of love
the comfort of dawning fall dressings
Rain is merely dew drops falling at fast pace
Sun is hidden,
as it gives gray clouds, glowing whites in cotton
filling up this ocean blue ceilings
Today is only a reflection without mirrors
sound bites of my own speaking
A son's name from two passing fathers
my reminder,
that I am them mortally
until we live together again spiritually

LeRoy 3rd (Tre')

by TNW



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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

RAPTURE..........

How do I love thee
Let me count the ways
When poetry becomes a performance of bodies 

bonding in a emotional exchange 
without words being said
When each delivery, comes with a response

connecting each ending, is only the beginning to a new poem
When there is no competition
No errors in spelling
Grammar can't not be decipher through moans

vocals are the best releases in tones
So, When can you and I, make poems
Without introductions of names
With less problems and more resolutions
Where lying parallel, makes us look so acute............in angles

I'm so dire straights on your curves
When, where and how can we start this
with no finish

No care in the world about doing it
how pen strokes makes print writes scream in cursive
Can we do it....

over there, their or they're
I'm ready to be one poem
no title
ongoing
no ending
maybe a to be continue
or discontinue
mild breaks like punctuations
or when we are out of breath
Poets,
lets love poem poetry
until Haiku's be hitting high pitched senyru'

my 6 by your 6
cause we love sixing......9, sixes
I plead my case
My pen is at rest
Poem me poetry
I think I'm being poetically gestured



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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

GETTING HIGH

My name is TwistNWordz
And Yes, 
I am addicted to writing
well, 

I'm also addicted to words
maybe a little hooked on
phonics, dictionaries, metaphors and similes
Haiku's, senyru's and reading 
okay okay
So I'm strung out
on poems, poetry and literature
see my first high
was suppose to be the only high
so high,
like Michael Jordan dunking high
so I try to quit these 
mind gaming hits
Day one
I've been on this wagon for
7,304 days
that's 7, 304 ways
I wrote approximately 7, 304
poems in books 
with 7,304 poems to a page
But 
I don't see that being a problem
I don't see me having a problem
I can't see this being a problem
We all get hooked,
RIGHT? RIGHT?
We all get hooked on books
and writing
performances and stages

inks spills
sleepless nights 
with endless writes
but does that make you
and a addict to your rights 
to WRITE, RIGHT?
Well,
maybe I'm a bit obsessive to
losing sleep
maybe I'm itching 
to scratch papers
while spilling some ink
maybe
When I'm alone in my room

I be.....masturbating.......
my thoughts
in frictions of 
hands rubs to pens
for exploding inks

so I can get that 
ultimate release.......
But I'm not an addict
I just a have a mild addiction
to diction
until writing becomes
what I wrote 
and what I wrote 
is now what is written
whether its cursive scrolls
12 fonts to bold writes I be printing
I don't have spats about this problem
so I'm up here spittin
POEMS
Cause I'm a poet
TwistNWordz 
is what I name me
Spoken World Poetry Tuesdays
is my stages residency
So don't look at me

like scratching my palms
is a problem
or itch I can't resolve
See I like to write
I have to write
its my only means 
to stay alive
its my only means
to clear my mind
My only means
to ADMIT
I have an Addiction
TO POEMS....
and right now
I'm up here confessing 
during my intervention
my high hasn't come down
from early injections
black and blues
still flowing through my system
and I don't want to come down
and NO
I can't come down
No God Dammit
I won't calm down
I'm on a writers high
So high
Outer body experience high
and if I want to keep writing 
for a fix
then let me be
high and free
tapping my veins 
for the next poetry hit
I'm a poet

with an addiction
to writing poetry
you can't stop me
I won't stop writing
So you can stay in denial
make up excuses

for writing abuses
this path is what this writer
choses
I don't care what people say
I only listen to my inside voices
that be poetically speaking shit
and if you don't like it
you don't have to like it
I like it
I keep writing and spitting it
Most you are writing for a purpose
I write for a high on purpose
and its worth it
On this poetry high with no detox
So again 
If you don't like it
Well my answer to you....
SO BE IT.....

GETTING HIGH

ON POEMS





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Saturday, June 28, 2014

I AM TWISTNWORDZ



A worker in progress
progressing to work hard
to be an artist without acknowledgment
giving more title's in names
then my birth rights copy written-
by my writes in the government
A former serviceman
For my country, 
I almost died for
but come home as veteran
almost poor from doing service
for the government
but gets no help and service to this serving man
Still filing a claims as an artist
but not getting introduced as that-
Artist- named so and so
So I hope I'm not 
Killing the game
by hurting the interest
when spitting for interest 
towards interestedly spitting something lame
seeking
not to cause personal injury to this passion
or flat lining this artistry
Like you
poetry
is where I call home
my place
my universe I share
a personal space with before and after care
my everyday survival in challenges
without the dare
See I chose my name
when the game chose me
and in my head
I'm my favorite
to being my worst critic
Fuck it I'm in the audience wanting to see me
Working hard on that delivery
Working hard to leave "A MESSAGE
praying on every poem
until
I'm praying on every performance
until
I'm praying the audience leave with words like
"I GET IT"  

See I am
looking for that:
Acceptance
expectation in a high tolerance
from poets heads-
doing nodding heads
and whispers saying
This brutha's preaching
educationalist taking notes
cause this poets teaching
leaving the listening speechless 
from my spoken in Twisted speakings
cause in the end
I'm speaking for the silently speaking
I'm winning the war of obstacles
by being the spokesperson
through a strong person
lifted others who find sharing pieces
is not meant for the weakening 
My nine writes 
shows my nine lives
high applause from high fives
Juke talk
slanguages of profound languages
when spiting jive......talking 
And all I ever wanted was to be
a line they remembered
a title with a twisted ending
a flashback reality
while my last performance is still trending
not pending
for approval
not searching
for a signal
Just give me one mic
and one stage
with a good poem-
that I will be able to performed for you
See I'm a poet!
the thought before its written
the scribe before live spittin
I went through a metamorphosis
without putting metaphors in this
peace is on me
is pieces set free
my producer in all this 
is my friend Websters, 
the thesauruses
I am TwistNWordz
I remind you  in instros
said again in mid flows
and if you ever been to my shows
you know I end my pieces
with TwistNwordz as my outtros

I am TwistNWordz   


 







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