Control | Spoken Word

Control by Twinkle VanFleet

Control it
Hold it
(Down)

Rolling the dice (Gamble) (Rambling?)

Ascendancy
Enough of
(Play off?)

Regulate
Not anymore
(Keeping score?)

Oversight
Not really, though
(As above, so below)

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California International Marathon, California State Capital December 4, 2016.

(Everything and nothing)

(Balance)

Ascertain
Rarely exists (Remain?)

Responsibility
Owning it
(Grow)

Authority
Consider this
(Risk)

Influence
Subsist
(With…?!)

Controlled

(Dismiss it)

Throw down
(Profound?)

Broken, hoping
(Coping)
Faded, Jaded

Climb, rhyme
(Time)
Sublime, realign.

©2016 Twinkle VanFleet. All Rights Reserved. Copyright Laws and Regulations of the United States http://www.copyright.gov/title17/

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Drop a Beat (Rap it Up)

By Twinkle VanFleet

Diversity by Twinkle VanFleet

Diversity by Twinkle VanFleet

Trip, slip, low to high,
They almost killed you,
And you tried to die

Drop a beat,

‘N fuckin’ fly

Trip (Love that pen)
Slip (Fuck it 100 then)
Fly (Fly high over ‘n over again)

Fuck this shit (I’m in)
Just fly
Don’t let it pass by
(Don’t let anything fade by)

Stand out, step up
Dance
Rap it up

Smile (You’ve got that smile)
Laugh (Bring that pain down, awhile)

Break up (Break down)
Put it back together (Slow down)

Choose to live
Choose to die
Shit, just fuck ‘N Fly
It filled you up inside
For that moment you cried to die
(But you ain’t dyin’)

You chose to live (Still flying)
You gave to give (Still riding)
Now you’re chillin’ (Instead of dying) (No one’s dyin’)

You rose up
Yet you was hiding
Now you’re living, again
Instead of dyin’

Stand out, step it up
Dance!
Rap it up

Wrap that shit side up, let it go
Dance
On the reg, on the rise,
During the slip and the slide
Over the side
All alright now,
Deuces high

You know what

Jus’

 

Smile (Love that smile)
Laugh (Pain down, relaxed)

Rap ‘N Wrap it up (Don’t stumble over it. Shit tho’ gotta rise over it)
High fly, word! ai’ght…

Drop another beat, get on with it.

Rap it up.

©2016 Twinkle VanFleet/Golden Rainbow Poetry/All rights reserved. Copyright Laws and Regulations of the United States http://www.copyright.gov/title17/

 

 

Just One More Step

By Twinkle VanFleet

Twinkle V and Baby Ozra 1997

My baby son and I- West Sacramento- Spring, 1997

I fight, you fight,
We fight together.
You fight, I fight,
We win forever.

“Just one more step, Mama!
Just one more step”
The little voice echoed,
Made it over the doorstep.

Let go, let go!
Neighbors gathered around,
She spread her wings,
The sticks hit the ground.

The little boy beamed,
In the crowd of praise.
Flying solo,
Because of him, she prayed.

I fight, you fight..
For that one more step!
You fought, I fought!
Haven’t stopped yet.

(Hook)
Step up, step down,
Step in, step out,
Step to, step from,
Just one more step Mama!
Just one more step!
Step it up, Step!
Just one more step Mama
Just one more step.

Just one

one

one

Just one more

(Chorus)
I fight, you fight
We fight together
You fight, I fight
We win forever

(Fight! we fightin’ it)

(Fight it)

(Just one more)

(All it takes)

(Just that one)

I fight, you fight..
For that one more step,
You fought, I fought
Haven’t stopped yet.

(Still fighting)

(Steppin’)

(You Steppin’)

(Just one more step, mine)

We haven’t stopped yet

Twinkle VanFleet and son Ozra #NERVEmber 14, 2014

#NERVEmber 14, 2014 Power of Pain Foundation National P.A.I.N Summit

©2015 Twinkle VanFleet/Golden Rainbow Poetry/All rights reserved. Copyright Laws and Regulations of the United States http://www.copyright.gov/title17/

“I fight, you fight, we fight together” ©Kurtis V.

This quote has been on the internet for over a decade. It originated from my 3 year old son. I carried those words online. They came from the mouth of a babe for his mama (me). On the internet it’s ©Kurtis V. Kurtis V is Kurtis VanFleet a.k.a Kurtis Ozie, Ozie and Ozra.

Wake Up

Wake Up!

By Twinkle VanFleet

 

 Wake Up by Twinkle VanFleet

You don’t have to go there

 

Leave behind the bondage of someone else’s sin

 

You’re stronger than all you seemed

 

Be your own conscience, redeemed.

 

 

 

Wake up, wake up

 

 

 

Never met Angel, never met Molly,

 

Never headed toward the main line

 

Glanced over at the snow,

 

Wash broke so many lives.- 

 

 

 

Rising above the influence,

 

In crowds that made it seem

 

It’s okay to indulge,

 

Be accepted into the cream.

 

 

 

Redik, no trip, 

 

nevah needed the shit

 

Didn’t have to go there

 

Throw down, omit.

 

 

 

A little lick, no trick

 

Imagery and fuse

 

Before you miss the point 

 

This is my nikkah ass muse.

 

 

 

Pressure to the hopeless,

 

The ones left behind,

 

In a world full of chaos

 

Pain and loss entwined.

 

 

 

star-dust, where the go?

 

Ball, Bomber, chasing the grams

 

Crashing hard, heading for the Q 

 

Reaching for the Bamb Bambs.

 

 

 

Wake up, wake up,

 

Popping pills, La glass, got to go fast

 

Better not go there

 

They got your name on blast

 

 

 

Comin’ down, losing yourself,

 

Remember who you are

 

You make you or break you,

 

Come back from afar. 

 

 

 

Never had to meet Angel,

 

Never went looking for Molly,

 

Didn’t travel down that main line

 

No time for dimes just a few rhymes.

 

 

 

No mistake in walking the shoes

 

Of someone else, nothing to lose

 

All was gained, no regrets

 

I got this shit on reset

 

 

 

Let the devil’s catch the fade

 

With your own will power

 

Because only we control

 

Our final hour

 

 

 

Drug abuse, misuse, alcohol, wild hearts judged

 

No one got backbone, until they be grudged.

 

 

 

Wake up, wake up

 

You’re stronger than your worse dream

 

Love yourself first and last,

 

Be absolute and pristine.

 

 

I got you!

 

 

Wake up. 

 

©2014 Twinkle VanFleet. All Rights Reserved. Copyright Laws and Regulations of the United States http://www.copyright.gov/title17/

 

This piece is most likely controversial. There is much imagery in it. It’s written from the point of multiple views.  

 

It is dedicated to all those who struggle with addiction and all those who’ve come up on the other side despite the ‘tragedies’ of life. It does not reflect personal addiction, but rather understanding from multiple sources. Slightly edited from the original. 

Collaborative consideration open for discussion.

Any judgement for this piece will only make me prouder of it. #StrongerThanPain #Ohana

Deuces

By Dyversiti
Eighth Note Stars

Two becomes one beat

Everybody tryin’a own me
(Control me)
Nobody wanna just show me
(Nah)
People don’t wanna jus run with me
They also gotta have a bitta piece of me
(My piece)
No one wanna keep real for the loyalty in me
They need’a go back and carry what’s mine of me
(Carry it)
People want your silence when you know of them
They won’t give any back when it’s you or them
Everyone catch the deuce when I’m down again
(Deuces)
So
(Chorus)
If you ain’t down to jus roll with me
Why Imma give you the best of me
If you ain’t got me on the flip side
Why Imma grab you from the slip and slide
Aint no body got you for the ride or die
Just wanna play you ’til they see you fly
A’ight
 (Hook)
Everybody wanna jus own us
(control us)
Nobody tryin’a just show for us
(Nope)
People don’t wanna just be with us
They also gotta take a little piece of us
(That piece)
No one wanna keep real for the loyalty in us
They have’ta go back and carry what’s ours of us
(Ours)
People reap our silence when we know of them
They won’t devote it back when it’s us or them
(Nuh uh)
Everybody catch the deuce when we up again
(Deuces)
(Chorus 2)
If you ain’t down to jus roll with us
Why we gonna give you the best of us
If you ain’t got us on the flip side
Why we gonna save you from that slip and slide
Ain’t no body got us for the ride or die
but they come right back when they see us fly
(Flying)
Yep
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