My good friend and fellow poet, Nate Abaurrea, came by to share with me his newest and latest book “Backroads & Borderlines.”
After some pints we decided to hit the mic and spit some pieces to remind us of those dreaded open-mic nights.
Here is our drunken exchange.
First time back at the Acid Vault since the pandie… Had to drop some filth while i was there
It’s been some time since my last keystroke, I hope I don’t choke on the word-vomit that my thoughts provoke. So yoke the throat of my utensil and you’ll see how my heart spills out the tip of my pencil. It’s suspenseful and will drive you hysterical when my ideas spit onto your theory’s material, leaving a stain so deranged that you’ll rearrange how you feel about my take on the game.
Don’t be a fool and pick up these jewels that I’m putting down,
’cause fate deals the deck and you decide whether to fold or play for the ducats.
So pull up and come through and see how me and mine do.
It’s a new year n a new me and fear is no longer my enemy
I’m stronger and bolder, like Tyson vs Frazier, dropping the hate 1st Round
Then snatching your paper!
Best watch out n check how I’ll collect clout
‘Cause I’m coming out pointing both barrels,
Putting hate in it’s place, then kicking it down the stairwell
It’s the year to hold on to those dear,
For hope is in my scope, me and mine know
I’m the fella who shares his d(h)ope.
Best wishes you trifling b*tches!
My life is like a quarry, where what’s valuable is dug deep, underneath this thick crust-skin
Those who dare mine the gold in my mind, declare it to be extraordinary
Though most seek the jewels & glory of saying they took what’s good from me
Like a fool I stoop low for letting another abuse me.
For I am the generator of this diamond-like energy
I must have responsibility, to share my love with only those that are worthy.
Now, go out there n tell my story for it’s the only way I’ll keep living
Even when I’ve returned to the essence.
They say that you’re one of the few that doesn’t make you drool in pain when you’re far away
Some claim that you’re a miracle that can cure the hysterical without any repercussions to one’s mental health
I say that though that may be true, let’s not ignore that most of us abuse you
Acting like a fool when i’m in the clouds dancing with you, i can see why most just use you to “feel good”
I’ve noticed that i’m still the same person, even when you’re gone.
The days I’ve spent away have helped me understand that you’re just my crutch
Supporting me up because i haven’t worked on myself enough
To be honest the only withdrawal you have is boredom
The sensation you make me feel when i pull hard on the inhale takes my mind away
Thoughts stray and i’m chipper you say but only when under your trance
With the burning bush, I push through, but you see a difference in me when you distance yourself from me
I’ve noticed that you steal my appetite when I’m not with you
Making it hard for me to eat and i can admit defeat, but why must i need you in me to feel complete
Is there something suffocating in the dense smoke that i toke?
I can’t believe that I’d be the one claiming dependency to thee
Or am i just too afraid to face the devil that stares at me in the mirror?
A grand daddy purple band-aid is what i place over the scars that are keeping me awake
Indica indications notify me when i need to choke the pain
The sativa smiles i give are just a facade
Because reality is, i feel like i’m living through life like a fraud.
Am i really as “high” and mighty as you make me feel? I’m starting to question if i really need you
A flame in my heart is burning through my chest
and my stomach churns from the butterflies fluttering within.
The dark smut that was in my sights
has been wiped and my mind is clean,
precise and pristine.
I’m in love with life.
I’m in love with myself and
most importantly i’m starting to love everyone else.
No longer am i turning sour from the unknown variables that surround.
Because my heart and mind are now aligned.
Time to go out there and take whats mine.
It’s obscene for some to see
how I bend over on my hands, knees
and crawl around like a fiend
to tear away all the negativity that’s been flourishing within this being.
It’s a sure sight to see how I shake the fright
of the lack of light burning in the scope of the window of my soul.
Or is it another gleem
thats trying to shine within me?
Because the beacon that’s flashing my weaknesses
fades and reinstates itself on the plains
like a lighthouse shining the way
to lost boats off the coast.
I boast to know what it means to be hurt,
but did i learn?
Are my victories part of the lesson i passed with ease?
Are the faults that constantly haunt the reason i don’t let myself fall?
I just wanna rise.
Is that such a crime?
Taken straight from the @Poets_Underground_ instagram! A short vid of me performing one of my joints before all this chaos erupted.