Urban Song

It’s been a while Since I talked to you for a while— In silent tones, where only eyes understand, Neatly displayed in a single verse: Words flowing top to bottom and in reverse. This poem is made of one verse, It blows like wind across the universe, Filled with oxygen, enriching human lives, Gets to plants, gives them breath of life, Rises fresh to do it all again… forever. The poem I am about to write will be Fire, Burning hot like first-time lovers’ desire. This poem? That missive to the girl of his dreams, Filled with fantasies and sugar-sweet dreams, Mission: Bring people together | unite them in love. This poem shall be the dawn of our time. The poem will always be read last— In a style known only to TheLastPoet— Penned with zeal, clinging tight to the pen, A new way of writing, the only way indeed, Always ending with a happy ending. I’m at the point where my thoughts wander free. This poem, like a will, is cut short by the lack of ink, Leaving readers in awe and my spirit at peac...

Tonight I took an interesting journey, Call it a journey of twenty-something years, The journey of my dreams, Traveled back to my childhood days, Back to the precious , saved memories, In a bid to listen to childhood stories, Hoping to catch a happily ever after Hidden somewhere deep in the dreams. I would never want to wake up just yet— To a world that could make me forget those memories. I visited the days… Days when I had a shoulder to lean on, Days when Mama could tuck me into my crib, Days when I leapt without fear of a heartbreak, Days when my cries sent everyone into a frenzy, Days when my little smile stole women’s hearts, Days when the sun always rose from the east, Days when rivers flowed and birds would sing, Days when I stumbled like a drunk man to find my balance… Yes, I got there safely. Too many memories lie hidden far beyond my reach. I wish I could narrate and tell you all of it, But only the best stay saved in my heart. Since the journey was short, I grasped the best—...

It is high time I start taking this Valentine Thing seriously, yeah that will definitely be a step in the wrong direction, oh boy you are getting old and should actually start thinking of settling down, everyone in town is doing the same, all your ex girlfriends are now married with at-least a kid to show of it while you still single with a stone age perception that falling in love is about being soft. Well it isn't a perception but I am a hard to the core I will never be overwhelmed by strong emotions such as love. Anyway back to the Valentine thing, what is it all about?  why do they talk about chemistry when it comes to the affairs of the heart? why not call it Mathematics, Agriculture or just Biology, adding one plus one there is an obvious answer unless you want to fail, come to think of it; the heart is a biological organ and so is the rose flower a symbol a plant in that matter, Not sure about love and chemistry maybe its because of the tears that are shed; a mixture of wat...

I should have knocked instead, of bursting in like this to your homestead. Maybe I should have called on you yesterday, to tell you that t his is just a habit of mine, a secret I held onto so dearly, A part I do daily and so daily. When the grip of life grows tight, when they begin to dim the light, I play this game to release the pressure, to find the solution... as if the answer lies in the lines. I must search each alphabet, I must toss the words up and about, now look at what I have done. I should have written a letter instead, of calling and saying this to your face. Maybe I should have sent someone else, to ease you in before you heard what I say. I know I should not have made this mistake, I should have talked to your friends, told them to pass on this message. But now, do I have a choice? Forever you will never hear my voice, singing to you this beautiful song, instead I'll be left with a single memory, of a love so sweet I'll be regretting, cursing the day I looked int...

As always I am inspired by Real Hip-Hop, To me hip-hop is poetry and whenever anything is poetry it inspires. I love Brother Ali and will listen to him over and over and over and over again. I love this inspiration "Forest Whitaker", something for different people this one is for you.... Forest Whitaker Lyrics And yo whatever comes up comes out We don't put our hands over our mouth And whatever comes up comes out We don't put our hands over our mouth Whatever comes up comes out Please mister bass-man lay it on me Hey yo, dependin on the day, and dependin on what I ate I'm anywhere from twenty to thirty-five pounds overweight I got red eyes and one of em's lazy And they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy I'm albino man, I know I'm pink and pale And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right Face type: shiny, I stay up and write late nights My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts A mix...

2013 a year that will now be history only a memory to many, a time some will reflect and smile while others will reflect and curse. That is how time is in life, time really never expires, unlike a fire time can never be extinguished. Time only retires to a place known as the past while it reincarnates and keeps on counting years. At Urban Song we take this moment to review some of the writings that were cast down during the entire 2013. This year the writings were just a hobby, yes to me poetry is what I play, what I like in essence it is my daily event. I like Hip-Hop and I write in a Rappers Eye View well that is strange but only to you who see it that way. Listed are poems and anything else that is on this blog as from Jan 2013 till this post not in any order: Feel free to click on any link and be my reader. Happy New Year 2014. Like A Child Kenyan Love Before I Sleep Fatumas Voice A Time To Love Poetry My Thing Usanii Wa Sanaa Nas I Can Lyrics Never Liked This Prisoner of Words I H...