Shadows & Shade

By Kyler L. Nathan III

Once again, I, the Great Tefleezy, greet you. This time I have found a way to take every experience that I have encountered since my previous work and turn it into influential rhetoric, rants, and disturbing releases of emotions – truly a piece of work. In this journal, I give credit to the IV Kyler for the inspiration to move my mind, while he gives you a peace of his mind. You may detect my appreciation for his contributions to the art – extending the legacy of artist.

In this journal, I aim to demonstrate to the world that there are people who need to hear the word spoken in verse that scampers across pages in manners that witfully seem unrehearsed, yet so bold that it lights up pages. He who speaks, has the abilities to rule; yet, he who is humble, too, may project enough confidence to be of great influence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9780359429332

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Shadows & Shade

Shadows & Shade

Shadows & Shade

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Copyright © 2019 by The Great Tefleezy

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing: 2019

ISBN: 978-0-359-42933-2

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Table of Contents

Forward Progress

Doesn’t Mean Shit

Spiritually Influenced

Plagued by Cynicism

To My December Valentine

ALONE

The New Fidel Me

Why Me Lord

My Beautiful Star

The Fruit of the Properly Soiled Tree

A Reflection of the Concrete

Tefleezy Speaks

Beyond Delinquency

Unembellished

Dejected

Hear ye, Hear ye,

Disturbed by Thoughts and Pressure in Mind

de-sensations of abandonment

This Shit Here

Wisdom from the Most Wise, to the Wise, from a Wise One

One Wise

In Light of the Poisonous Tree

This Motha Fuckin Me Right Here

The Best Way I Can

Demonstration of Disgust

Salty

Similarlyme

Under the Influence of Me

Let someone else give

Lately, I have been thinking

Wise Counsel

My Shit to Deal With

Parenthesis

Started with this, wound up like this

Much Grass to You (The Afterword)

Forward Progress

Could be better, could be worse, thank God that it is not worse

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Once again, I, the Great Tefleezy, greet you.  This time I have found a way to take every experience that I have encountered since my previous work and turn it into influential rhetoric, rants, and disturbing releases of emotions – truly a piece of work.  In this journal, I give credit to the IV Kyler for the inspiration to move my mind, while he gives you a peace of his mind.  You may detect my appreciation for his contributions to the art – extending the legacy of artist.

In this journal, I aim to demonstrate to the world that there are people who need to hear the word spoken in verse that scampers across pages in manners that witfully seem unrehearsed, yet so bold that it lights up pages.  He who speaks, has the abilities to rule; yet, he who is humble, too, may project enough confidence to be of great influence.  Again, I aim to move you.  Again, it is not about me – humility.  Though, I use you to fulfill my arrogance and my needs to illuminate me, I do this for you who have been loyal influencers and devoted listeners to me.  And, when each page in turned, I hope I keep you wondering what in the world was I thinking to have the nerve to bring you these words in these manners.

Shadows and Shade is written with purpose, along the path of what I see as my righteous journey.  And, along this path, rightfully so, there is shade, there are shadows, friends, foes, and there are many who may want to show their asses.  But, within the shade and shadows, I stand in defense of you, demonstrating my gift for the gab.  May you find that poetic pleasure is the gift that I give, and may it be better to you than the last gift you had.

Doesn’t Mean Shit

Feels good to be in the midst of a fantasy,

Trusting the better judgment of the government,

Miles above the concrete in metals that rattles like my school bus did,

Living life better than I look like I should be,

Compared to other grown ass kids,

Riding on the rewards of my established legacy,

And a few stipends coined as perks on my elections,

Under the influence of what I am to those who help me be who I am,

While I lose those who envy who I am and strive to be,

While I tally my blessings,

Blowing the dust from the yeast in my pockets,

While some love ones do what so called love ones tend to do,

Leaving my feet dangling from the retraction of the foundation that they swore to me,

Knowing that no matter how candid I am when I mob,

All that I don't nail down can come unglued,

And lost in the shadows of those who oppose me,

Some may be family,

For all who follow me may not be obligated to me,

The avocado that ripened, fell, and navigated away from the tree,

but who am I but a figure in the loop of the machinations of evil portraits of adversity,

A tear in the cloud of what encourages extended family,

Blinded by the disguises of love, support, trust, endeavors, and the plans for what should warrant synonyms of happy,

Knowing that she by my side may not be behind me in better faces,

Nor in the spaces reserved for the places my influences should take her,

Unless I keep doing things on the pace that I am doing,

Unless I learn to shift my focus from time to time and worry about what others do,

Instead if my usual analysis of what others may be capable of or prone to