2 Cool Sonnets

Street Artist’s Sonnet

Rebels in the morning sun hit the streets,

This is the art they have chosen.

Gliding along black pavement with their Nike-covered feet,

Isolating each joint as if the world was moving in slow-motion.

Controllers of their bodies and masters of their spirits,

With their hands they solve King Tutt’s ancient puzzle.

They know not the future and they do not fear it,

Willing to Battle the guardian of Hades, sans the muzzle.

These rebels are not heroes, simply artists with excessive skill.

Whose arms twist in grotesque shapes like action figurines.

Dark ballerinas who do not know defeat and never will,

This is the lifestyle they have chosen indeed.

Forged underground and brought into new light by the Feinz,

This is the art that reflects the true value and passion of the streets, Turfing.

Ex Sonnet

I see you with him and it hurts my soul,

Knowing that once you were mine.

To give you a unique kind of love was my only goal,

Now all I can do is look back in time.

I hear about your newfound “perfect man”.

I hear that he is “the one”.

I hear that he agreed to your crazy fantasy wedding plan.

Yet I also hear that with other girls he has fun.

Your “perfect man” is the fox of foxes

Like those “gentlemen” that appear on Maury.

Now I hear that you are broken and looking for the truth to fight,

As you question life over your half-eaten fudge cookie boxes.

You “hit me up” as if old times for help to which I say “sorry”.

Sorry that you chose this path of heartbreak, but I cannot help, I have a date tonight.