Poetic Music Notes

If poems can be bent into songs

and songs can be broken down to lyrical poems,
does that make the poet a songstress
or the singer a poet?
‘Cuz these poems flow from a heart
that sings with the birds and soars over the world
every time you’re near.
So, let me sing a poem softly in your ear.
Or rather, whisper a song…
Floating notes amidst thin air.
Let me break down a few lines,
dedicated to you.
Let if flow however you want…
This song’s measured by your moves.
Amplify the sound with your mood.
Stroke these strings
Like you’re singing melodic blues.
Rub my keys ’til they’re smooth…
Ebony and Ivory all up in the groove.
Slide down my bell
‘Til you hear trumpet tunes. 
Intensify the bass,
I wanna feel your heart 
The orchestra lights up
You’re crescendos start
 to JUmP..
Gimme some hits 
On that sexy tom drum.
Oooh this percussion’s gonna
make all your rivers run.
And the background,
with its organized noise..
Sends you through a chaos of 
unfamiliar melodies,
solidified as one voice. 
Let the crowd fade to darkness.
Close your eyes…
Come get this sweet, musical lullaby.
The saxophone
makes you undress
while I….
I lay you down and 
every string
every chord
every note.
Add a li’l reverb.
Now, turn on the echo.
Gimme a clearer sound
Turn up the treble.
A music junkie…
I don’t mind
adjusting levels.

If poems can be bent into songs

and songs can be broken down to lyrical poems,
does that make the poet a songstress
or the singer a poet? 
It does.
‘Cuz I know how to celebrate
and I can break it down 
in the bedroom
with a nice joint
and tunes that range from
67-to the new 2’s.
and this young one’s
got a game that’s lyrically mean.
But, these lyrics I’ll have to keep clean,
‘cuz I’m a poet…
when it’s all said and done.

If poems can be bent into songs

and songs can be broken down to lyrical poems,
does that make the poet a songstress
or the singer a poet?
I guess ……….I Am One………

When you’re inspired….

IMG_20170528_135805_992.jpgIn order to understand the true essence of your identity, you need to feel inspired. When you’re inspired, life becomes d’licious. You see the world through a new pair of eyes.  Everything starts to have meaning. You feel purposeful. Make an effort to acknowledge the elements in your life that inspire you. When you’re consistently drawn to a particular place, person, event, or thought it usually has a purpose in your life. Figuring out its purpose will help you mold your identity.


(From the book, “Scuse Me, I Found Your I.D”)

The 9-6


Some times I sink into this black hole.

The air is cold like a NY winter’s night.

I look around and see a mirage of emptiness

I’m fighting for light. I’m trying to fight.

Straining to funnel my passion inside an empty cup.

There’s a broken handle. A chipped rim. Stained walls.

What luck.

Can I give more? Do I have anything left to give?

How thin can I stretch?

I hear the yearns from my intuitive.

6th Sense

3rd Eye

Great Source

Wise Guy

Skillful Labor

Labor of Skill

Compromising to fit in

Against my own will.




Ego plays on its own limitations.

Your move.

Make it big.

Your next.

Their rules.

It’s all a rig.

Gain your respect.

I’m fighting to stay above this cold black hole.

Don’t let it suck me in.

No no no

Under the wings of an eagle,

Protecting my soul

Sitting in my seat

Like an endangered species.

Who do you turn to

 They step on spirituality.

But there’s a bigger picture.

There is a brighter day.

From this cold black hole

I will escape.

Watch me run.

Watch me do it.

Turn this 9-6

into a margin of profit.

Stack up my lessons cuz

Ya reap what you sew.

All the blessings I’m claiming

Line ‘em up in a row.

No time for explanations.

No energy to explain.

I figured it all out

Playing this role like a chess game.

Stay in ya head,

One step ahead.

As long as they provide the butter

I’ll bring the bread.

I see my name

Circling In strobe lights.

Right on top of that red stage

Damn it’s bright.

Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa

She’s a beast

What an intimidating

Soul raging

Mind engaging


Won’t rest until I find success.

Won’t back down

Excel on every test.


 like ya favorite pair of jeans

I make it look amazing

While I chase these dreams.

Some times I sink into this black hole.

But I’m rising out.

Call her a snowman.

She was built from the cold.

     ~D’Lisa DarLuz 



It’s a beautiful sorrow,
the Lady that doesn’t confess
own self righteousness.
And a sorrowful beauty
for the one
hands it to her.
~D’Lisa DarLuz