Mind*Riot: (Spitten Word)

By Rule Jacobs

Rule Jacobs takes readers on a walk through his mind in his unique poetry collection, Mind*Riot. His strongly felt opinions, witty phrasing, and brutal honesty capture the essence of life today. While some of his poems conjure powerful images of the give and take that we face in our relationships, others are the lyrical musings of someone who knows and feels life intimately. His poetry is thought-provoking and at times inspirational, transporting anyone who reads it to a place of strong emotions. Jacobs gets to the heart of life and shakes it up with his genre of poetry called spitted word that is inspired by music.

7 Fathoms in Depth

The art of painting ------
is the sketch of ones vision----
Thousands of lost soldiers
Still trapped inside the cells of my brains prison

No longer confined
I miss you ...
Every time I sneeze you bless me
And in return I kiss you

I have arrived colorless
Yet I am all 16 shades of black
7 fathoms in depth with all I have left
Carved in facts

The fact that most are copycats
Gives existence to the evidence of ignorance
While creating your designs then sharing them
Gives hope to a sign of intelligence

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Mar 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781462057986

Rule Jacobs

Rule Jacobs was raised in Rahway, New Jersey. He has released ten independent albums to date. He decided to write a book of poetry in his own genre called “spitten word,” which is based on his love of music and his work as an MC.

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Contents

DEDICATIONS

ABOUT ME… THE AUTHOR

SOUL FOOD

NAKED (LET US STRIP)

HUNTER’S BY NATURE

SELF-ISH

PRETTY UGLY

I AM HER ~ AND SHE IZ ME

BACKWARDS MOVING FORWARD

MASTERBATION

KILLING ME SOFTLY

FEELINGS & EMOTIONS

SPEAKING OF HER

THE DONATION

LISTEN BEAUTIFUL!

HER NAME

ABOUT YOU

NEW

WHEN IT COMES TO HER

Completely Yours

ILUVSMESUMHER

LOVE

SHE—IZ

JUST A WOMAN

LOVE IS NOT A CRUSH

ORGASMENTALITY

APPETITE PART 1 (HUNGER)

APPETITE PT 2 (SECONDS)

APPETITE PART 3 (DESSERT)

Man-Handled

SEXHERSIZE

ORGASMENTALITY

INFINITE-INTIMATE-INTENTIONS III

CUM WITH ME

THE ADULT ALPHABETS

FACE IT! (IM HOOKED)

DEEP PENETRATION

PASSION & PAIN

VIRGINITY

BOOMERANG

TURN THE PAGE

I CAN—IF YOU LET ME

EXTASEE

I’M DONE

OSCAR NOMINEE

ONE LOVE

WONUVAKINE (ONE OF A KIND)

LET ME KNOW

I -INSPIRE

I AM

I IZ ME

I GIVE MY WORD

I SAID—THEY SAY—BUT WE SAID!

I HAVE TO

WHAT IS IT TO YOU

97. SELF FM

WUNMANARMEE

LINE FOR LINE

WALK WITH ME (NO FEET NEEDED)

TOGETHER (UNISON)

BE-CAUSE

OVERDUE

THE DEATH OF IGNORANCE

REALITY CHECK

FULL OF IT!

HIGH X-PLOSIVEZ

7 FATHOMS IN DEPTH

SCATTERED THOUGHTS, (I PONDER)

VENT (HOT AIR)

WHAT GOOD ARE YOU?

CRIPPLED SOCIETY

SO WHAT?

MADE YOU LOOK

MISTAKEN IDENTITIY

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT

BLIND DATES

WHAT IS A FRIEND?

MIND RIOT

SHADOW-BOXING

BOTTOMLESS COMPLEXITY

MIND*RIOT

MIRROR—RRORIM (WHAT DO YOU SEE)

THE SPILL

HOT SPIT

BLINDSIDED

NO OFFENSE TO YOU

RUNNING WATER

SEESAW

3-LETTERED SOCIETY

PEN-GASMS

Inside—OUT

SIC*SENSE

CLOSING

LAST BREATH

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

DEDICATIONS

ALL PRAISES DUE TO THE MOST HIGH…

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATION TO MY FALLEN ANGELS

AND LOST SOLDIER’S

(UNFORTUNATELY TOO MANY TO NAME)

MY MOTHER; BARBARA BIRCHETTE

FOR THE WISDOM AND GUIDANCE

MY TWO BIGGEST SUPPORT SYSTEMS:

NATE RECHID JACOBS & SAM PHANATIC JACOBS

MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN;

DAZHIR, AHZANE, QURAN, ZARIYA, ZANIYAH, CORINTHIAN

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST MY RIGHT HAND IN BUSINESS

DAVIDIA BURNETTE AS WELL AS MY TRUE FRIENDS WHO

SUPPORTED ME ALL THROUGH THE YEARS WHETHER I WAS UP OR DOWN.

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! #TEAMFRESH

THANK YOU!!

ABOUT ME… THE AUTHOR

AARON RULE JACOBS WAS BORN ON NOVEMBER 23RD 1974

AT MUHLENBERG HOSPITAL IN PLAINFIELD NJ,

TO BARBARA AND SAMUEL JACOBS

(r.i.p.) Mr. Sammie jacobs sr. 10/15/1942-6/17/2012

I SPENT MOST OF MY CHILDHOOD YEARS

GROWING UP IN A SMALL SUBURBAN TOWN CALLED RAHWAY,

WHERE I RESIDED WITH MY TWO BROTHERS NATE AND SAM

IT WAS THERE I WOULD DISCOVER MY LOVE FOR MUSIC AND WRITING,

AND GO ON TO RELEASE 7 INDEPENDENT ALBUMS TO DATE.

I DECIDED I WOULD WRITE A BOOK WITH THE LOVE OF MY MUSIC

IN MIND, BRINGING A NEW GENRE OF POETRY/WRITING TO THE WORLD

(SPITTEN-WORD)

I ALSO RECENTLY LAUNCHED MY OWN CLOTHING LINE

F.R.E.S.H. CLOTHING est. 09

VISIT US AT WWW.F-R-E-S-H-2DEF.COM

I SINCERELY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS WALK THROUGH MY MIND

AND IN NO WAY GET OFFENDED BY MY OPINIONS AND/OR

UNDERSTANDING ON CERTAIN SUBJECTS

I NOW BRING YOU THE THOUGHT PROVOKING, INSPIRATIONAL-MOTIVATIONAL,

MIND*RIOT

BY RULE JACOBS

SOUL FOOD

NAKED (LET US STRIP)

I

Fly by night and soar by day.

Wing span 7 feet

The meek adore my display.

Granted with serenity

Peace has befriended me.

Giving the inner me the energy to exile my enemies

Notice I didn’t murder them?

Instead I refined my circle.

Revenge is not mines

That karma can AND will hurt u.

Simply by, not using patience as a virtue

Promises are broken like a young teen’s curfew!

We feast on what rots the teethe

We dine on what chills the spine.

We are what we eat—have we lost our minds?

You dropped your change-

Better yet lost your sense (cents)

One becomes more of a team player

By getting off the bench!

Those who aren’t getting over

Are just trying to get by

While those feeling down try to change it

By getting high

Unconscious nonsense

The civil find it a bit scary

You will only find success before work.

If you’re looking in a dictionary

Heaven knows hell is the devils pit.

It takes a supreme mind to embrace

An arch nemesis

Man was given an inner sense

Dating back before genesis

The losers shall be first

So guess where the winners sit?

Is a child even innocent?

When raised by a covenant

Raped as a punishment

By a one—world government

It takes a village

To destroy the nightmares of past pillage

If the glass is indeed half full

Why not fill it?

My shadow is the essence of my ancestor’s spirit.

When I whisper freedom the def clearly hear it.

When I show hope

Even the blind can see my mirrored image

Walk out of the darkness

And

Into the light

Step out of the shackles-

But run for your life!

The pain cuts deep like a fisherman’s knife.

A wrong choice can teach you

So the next time you figure it right.

In the face of reality

Some still see illusion

In the wake of euphoria

Some still bring confusion.

It’s a form of pollution—

The food we feed our brains.

Many seem free

But Some how

We never broke ‘free’ of those chains!

In the form of people places and things

Just think.

If you try to save them all

Eventually your ship too will sink

Some lived to tell the story.

While others killed the heroes

And With held the glory!

Removed is my materialism

Now replaced with optimism

Listen to my sounds of blackness as I conquer pessimism

If you spot your destiny

Would you dare take it?

In order for one to cleanse thoroughly

One must 1st be

Completely,

Naked

{Let us strip}

HUNTER’S BY NATURE

Men are hunters by nature

We love the thrill of the game

Don’t get me wrong

If it’s drama, I won’t be feeling the same

The keyword is (hunt) Please y’all follow me

Where is the hunt in saying, (You want to swallow me)

Or mines or whatever

We like the chase the mystery is clever

Picture the wolf getting hungry

And hunting for food

Only to discover the hunted has come to him

And is no longer pursued

Why not tease with future thoughts to please me

I’m feeling like 2Pac

**I Don’t Want It If It’s Dat Easy**

The moment was lost—the thrill is gone

Although we made it look easy reenacting porn

Her exact words were

(I’m feeling groovy)

Then

(How would you like to do me?)

I may have fell victim,

I mean you had to see her booty!

But not knowing there was much more to me

I left like I came,

As if she never knew me!!

She was more concerned, in if my manhood was firm

But just like a DJ, quickly the tables were turned

The chance was burned, curiosity is no more

Feeling rather unsure as we put our clothes back on

Wasn’t what I hoped for, but I did take it

I’ll be the first to admit

A woman is hard to resist when she is naked

(Whispering) . . . Take It!

I smirk and say (nah) but I’m faking

She’s a pro therefore

She knows men are weak for

Sexual temptation

But is a man to blame?

When you pass off the poo-tang?

And all you know is

He drive’s a Benz and

What his chest tattoos say?

You say you want more,

And the liquor’s to blame

Did you do it to get in his pocket like loose change?

Or did you do it

So he would never forget your—name?

Or maybe

Because you heard how hard the last girl came!

Even if he wanted more, he got less

So why look surprised,

When he got up and got dressed?

We just had sex!

And you and I just met!

She said all men are dogs,

It’s just your nature

After you get it, you go

And that’s why I hate ya.

I said,

Sis listen, do me a little favor

The next man you meet,

Don’t jump right in the sheets

Be unique,

Make him chase you

Because men are (Hunters by Nature)

SELF-ISH

I AM A GOOD DAD

AND EVEN A GREATER FATHER

BUT THERE’S SO MUCH MORE I CAN DO

TO BE EVEN BETTER TO MY CHILDREN

NOTE TO SELF

I ALWAYS CUDDLE AND HAVE SEX WITH MY WOMAN

BUT MAYBE I SHOULD HELP WITH THE DISHES OR LAUNDRY

AND THINGS THAT DON’T NECESSARILY CATER TO ME

NOTE TO SELF

I GIVE OUT SO MUCH OF MY WISDOM TO THOSE

WHOM I FEEL NEED IT MOST

BUT KNOWLEDGE IS INFINITE,

MAYBE I SHOULDN’T CHOOSE WHO I GIVE IT TO

AND JUST GIVE IT EQUALLY

NOTE TO SELF

I EAT HEALTHY

BEING AS THOUGH I WAS RAISED ON FAST FOOD AND PORK

BUT MAYBE I ALSO NEED TO DRINK LESS ALCOHOL

AND DRINK MORE WATER AND JUICES

NOTE SELF

I FIGHT HARD FOR THINGS I BELIEVE IN

BUT MAYBE I NEED TO PLAY DEFENSE

JUST AS MUCH AS OFFENSE

NOTE TO SELF

I TRY TO EXPLAIN TO MY WIFE

SHE DOES THINGS THAT RUB ME THE WRONG WAY

BUT MAYBE I ALSO NEED TO LISTEN AS MUCH AS I TALK

NOTE TO SELF

WE CAN NEVER AGREE TO DISAGREE

SHE IS ALWAYS RIGHT

BUT MAYBE SOMETIMES SHE JUST IS

AND I JUST HATE TO BE WRONG

NOTE TO SELF

MY GOAL IS TO BE FINANCIALLY WEALTHY

BUT MAYBE I SHOULD FOCUS ON BECOMING

MENTALLY RICH FIRST

NOTE TO SELF

I CAN’T STAND WHEN SHE GETS LOUD

JUST TO DOMINATE THE CONVERSATION

BUT MAYBE I SHOULDN’T DO IT TOO

IF I TRULY DISLIKE IT

NOTE TO SELF

SHE NEVER WANTS ME TO GO WHERE I WANNA GO

OR DO THINGS I WANNA DO

BUT MAYBE I SHOULD ASK,

AND NOT EXPECT HER TO READ MY DAMN MIND

NOTE TO SELF

SHE ALWAYS COMPLAINS THAT IT’S ALL ABOUT ME

BUT MAYBE SHE’S RIGHT AND

I’M JUST TOO SELFISH TO SEE

NOTE TO SELF

THEY WANNA JUDGE ME BECAUSE I MADE A FEW