Ink
Ink, Part 2
I’m not gonna act like this the Titanic,
I’m not gonna panic cuz ur boy’s back at it.
Liquor! Automatic, Oh! What a tragic-
I’ve ‘bout had it!
“So” ur mad about bein’ maxed out,
Jus pass out in your livin’ room couch,
Open-mouth, cotton-mouthed,
Facial hair hysterically scalped!
Mistaken for a cancer patient,
Front of the nation, pacin’, heart racin’.
“Jus in case” I’m placin’ first place in paper chasin’!
This time that’s wasted, I replace the frustration
Floor pacin’, ink spankin’, brand new patient,
Comin’ along, takin’ initiation!
Negotiation can be accepted.
I’m tempted, not 4get 2 mention,
I’m blessin’ poetry ‘n I don’t need 2 sneeze!
Give my pen a squeeze, let it lyrically bleed,
This is how I express my ink!
Through poetry pattern of batteries,
So don’t b made at me!
Ink’s always been part of my family,
Special melody, perfect harmony,
Ink
by Paul Myers
My life resembles an ink pen
to a certain extent so here I begin.
Slowly running out of ink,
body’s getting older
my heart is getting weak.
Vision’s blurry
but not to worry
I still have it in me
My freedom’s pending
Today I’ll stay in bed,
others wake up singing.
One more day or one more year,
They can’t hold me down,
My soul is still here.
Just like that ink ‘til the last drop,
Don’t give up girl, promise your
Heart won’t pop.
Fuck it, give it all you got.
Kept promising someday all this would stop.
We said forever but forever ain’t done,
I’m still writing, you’re at home with my son.
Damn, my ink goes long;
I’m not dead yet, you’ve been listening
to too many songs.
You better check your
Ink
Ink
To me, ink is so much more than what I am writing with right now. Ink is all over. It starts from my eyebrow, and continues from my collar, down my chest, flowing down my shoulders to my sleeve line, then continues again on each forearm. My back has been started but is nowhere near done; neither is my chest or my arms. To be honest, ink is the one thing that kept me clean and sober for so many months; off of meth and alcohol. They say that when you put down one addiction, you pick up another. Tattoos, they was my fix. The feeling of the needle poking my skin a thousand times a minute is just so real…it’s just a good feeling. Sometimes it hurts. Other times it feels great. But all of the time it’s cool, because you know that when you’re done, there will be something great left in the place of the needle. Whether it’s color or just black and white, I love to see other people’s ink. I get ideas from them; it’s always nice to see something new. My fix is not yet finished, and thinking about it makes me want to be free even more, to be out there getting more work done. I already have my two tattoo artists to work on this canvas, so I can’t wait. But for now, I watch for someone new to come into the pod, all inked up, and check out the art on their skin. So if you ask me what I think about ink, I’ll say, “Fuck yeah!”…give me more, more skulls, maybe some flames. Tattoo my chick naked down my side. Finish off my back, and shave off my other eyebrow, replace it with skulls. Give me ideas to put on my skin, whatever seems cool. My mouth waters when I think about it! When I get out you can be sure I’ll get my fix. Ink – I need it, I want it, I love it…give me more, give me ink.
Ink
by Terry Booker
Ink has been around for hundreds of years, but when we think of ink sometimes we don’t realize how powerful it is. What comes to mind for me is being in synch - mind to arm; to pen; to paper. If the things I say are confidential, all I need is some fire and my ink can be gone in vapor. Many things changed in history when they put ink to paper, the signing of the Declaration of Independence, even the final period on Timothy McVeigh’s death sentence. From the very first thing you wrote in first grade, to the letters on your diploma on graduation day. On the Hallmark card to wish that special someone happy birthday, to all the lyrics of Lil’ Wayne and all the way back in the day to Marvin Gaye. From maps for planes so they don’t get lost to fat, filthy checks that come from your boss. So I guess you could say it’s easy to convey, how a pen with ink can be truly mightier than the sword!
INK: Individual Notes of Knowledge
I never really thought about ink as having so much importance, but as I sit here and jot down my thoughts I realize the power it has to flow the thoughts from my head to this sheet of paper. As I do this I am thinking aloud how many influential essays, articles, memoirs, novels, poems, and speeches, and even plays couldn’t have been formulated without the works of ink. The Holy Bible, the Constitution, the Emancipation Proclamation, the Gettysburg Address, Dr. King’s speeches, the Pledge of Allegiance, the Star Spangled Banner, and the list goes on and on. Famous poets, directors, and even musicians have to start with a pen and a pad. It is so simple yet mosaic and intricate. People devastate lives with ink or create something innovative and inspiring with it. The choice is yours.
I wash my hands in the sink,
“patterns or poems?”, I think.
Either way I can work that ink.
A lot of homies know me as Pro –
I let that dark color flow.
I’ll let my artwork show,
any problems I’ll let it go.
I gotta live up to my nickname, yo.
That’s how my reputation grows…
whether it’s a tat or a poem,
someone's gonna love it at home.
I want my work to be known,
so I don’t work when I’m on that dope.
Don’t wanna take a break for all that smoke,
unless it amps me up like coke.
Oh! That part you weren’t supposed to hear!
Oh well, might as well put it out there.
Whenever you need work, I’m here.
‘Bout the prices I’ll try to be fair.
So go ahead n’ think,
n’ if you want it just go ahead and give a wink.
‘Cuz fuck yeah, I’m addicted to that ink.
