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Sharp vocab, mind blowing metaphors, and a pocket full of wit are the make up of the poet herald as The Dark Knight, but those who have had the misfortune of being in competion against him understand all too well why he is better known as Poetic Assasin. Assasin began writing his poetry on loose left paper long before he had notebooks and binders, and sometimes he'd use napkins or papertowels. At first his writings were just that, "his", but something happened while in college. He began to see poets perform their poetry in venues, and suddenly he was hooked on the performing arts aspect of the craft. Assasin is a seasoned veteran of spoken word, speaking with the comfort of a professor teaching his students how it's done. Able to personify any and everything, from a notebook screaming to be written in, to a chair crying out to not be sat on. His meticulous pen paints portraits so lucidly it's like reading poetry in high definition. He is not only a student of his craft, but a teacher as well. Taking many younger poets under his wing to help them discover their own voice, through spoken word, while at the same time raising the bar for other veteran poets meet. A master of many styles, Assasin is not one that can be placed in a box and labeled with a single tag of any sort. Standing on top of a mountain of accomplishments such as : Member of many active poetry crews to include 21 poetz, The JustUS League, Vice President of HipHopPoetry.com, earning a spot on the National Slam Team representing New Jersey in 2008 in Madison, Wisconsin, a published book entitled "Concrete Evidents" , a freshly released album entitled "Breaking Jack's Box" ,and a list of other accolades on top of being in high demand for paying poetry venues across the nation. For more on Poetic Assasin visit Multimedia and click on P.A.'s Media
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Concrete Evidents
by Poetic Assasin
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Breaking Jack's Box
by Poetic Assasin
On sale now and can be purchased by e-mailing Poetic Assasin at
passasin@gmail.com
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Upside..Down
by Poetic Assasin
Copyright: © 2009
She picks up on the fact
That I am ringing
Ears longing to hear
A breath pattern
That I use cookie cutters
To now duplicate.
Her voice
Is absent
I close my eyes
Tightly
Praying that woman
Doesn’t come on
After the last
Ring
I don’t want to leave message after the beep
To hang up and try again
Fuck the fact that you are sorry
I want to hear
Her
“heyyy”
That is all I want, just to hear a “heyyy”
My tears cry
Hanging desperately
On jaw line
They call for help
Not wanting to be dropped
I imagine someone
Holding her hands back
Human tongs
Elongated tongue
Trying to push
Green
Button
Heavy heart on
Broken
Scale
Choking yo-yo
String wrapped
Around
Throat
Tightly .
She picks up on the fact
That I am ringing
Ears longing to hear
A breath pattern
That I use cookie cutters
To now duplicate
Oven revealing
Burnt sweets
“I’ll call you right back” and “I’ve been real busy” taste
Like Sahara sand
Castles left unoccupied
I am on death’s bed giving him money for an air mattress
A cell
Metal foam
No air
Time,
Roams aimlessly across her lips
Pick up
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