This week's Poet of the People is Ron (Digga) Baxter. When Digga hits the mic it's all about lyric and flow - word combinations jar and caress in alternating rhythms. When it's over you ask for more.
Ron "Digga" Baxter is a native of New York, currently residing in Columbia, South Carolina. He graduated from South Carolina State University with a bachelor's degree in Professional English. Ron is no stranger to the Spoken Word community. He was Vice President of a Columbia based poetry club named Parallel World and a member of the Black On Black Rhyme poetry club. Ron is a student of the human condition, welding the written craft to enrapture the mind much like an artist wields a brush.
NERD POEM
The last of a dying breed
Evolution of a race that fought to be freed
I’m the dark elf ripped from the empire forest
Possessed by the chorus of a nymph
My story carved upon Egyptian hieroglyph
Drowned in the mystery of Atlantis history
And the fictional characters of Disney
Read only by Arielle & Triton
Resurrected by the Kraken
Reborn like the fallen phoenix
I’m a dark elf!
See, that’s knowledge of self
And this - this not a fucking fairy tale!
No board pieces but there are dungeons with dragons
I’ve seen the leprechauns potato famine & locked in jail
Robbed of their gold; stories still untold
The Cyclops clan prepared for death
Chased by ogres ‘til there was none left
Even watched giants gasp for breath
No bravery from a slingshot & rock
Just the Brothers grim with an automatic glock
Nobody lives happily ever after!
Life is a disaster filled with laughter
Mocked constantly by a crying jester
Cause he knows… there is no god!
Aslan is a has been
Ever since Caspian’s people spread across the land
My father was a dwarf obsessed with snow white
My sister sniped down by cupid’s arrow
Finally my epiphany when the industry
Began to manipulate my people’s chemistry
Turning Elves into Orcs
Willingly worshiping white wizards!
Forced my tribe to live in a hole.
My wife violently raped by a troll.
Her children bred into gnomes.
Forced to stab them in the chest w/ the horn of a unicorn.
After they were born
Watched as the druids got crucified,
Their halfling savior thrice denied.
Listened to the trees cry out in disdain.
The forest was the first to feel her pain.
Paved over by concrete & cement.
Turned our cheek as the world went Hell bent.
Watched the Smurfs become addicted to mushrooms.
Gandalf and Harry potter committed sacrilege.
While Ogres ban the fairies from marriage
Trembling gremlin eating after midnight.
Mischievous morphing members of the night
And only I had the courage to fight
See, my mentor a centaur,
Primed for war like a Vietnam tour.
Taught me to pick up the broad sword,
Swing with all my might
Storm the dark castle
And defeat the Grand Wizard in battle
I am a dark elf!
LIVE-EVIL
My soul is black…
Black as tar pit drowning a T-Rex
Witch’s hex, bird feather, dragon’s tooth
The TRUTH! You can’t handle the truth.
Jack Nicholson sipping gin in Eastwick
I give witches my ass to kiss
Playing Tavis’s cd backwards
I’m blasphemous.
Born of a jackal I cackle like a hag
Bay at the moon, gloom & doom
Your precious soul stuffed in a bag
Or maybe it’s just figment of your imagination
Dance in a circle speak in tongues like a Haitian
Yah meyjan pieces may bunga la dabbed
Scream when your voodoo doll gets stabbed
I’m Al Pacino playing Devil’s Advocate
Smacking Keanu around like Morpheus
But you… call me Morbius if you like!
Ask Yahweh he doesn’t really want to fight
He just wants to hang around… (sign of cross)
Saying daddy’s crossed at me
No wonder I set ablaze to the town
Singe my wings with needful things
Poured blood into the sea blending of chi…
Yang & Ying ending bending reality but actually
Free flowing, like the validity of the holy trinity
Ain’t shit to me- sin to be makes sense to me
And I LOVE poets!
I’m the anxiety that makes it harder to breathe,
Tortured souls trapped in cages life on stages
Magic like mages wand waving words like wisdom…
Wise & dumb
Take a bite of my knowledge apple!
21st century I’ll blend it up call it Snapple
Crackle pop like dark elves feeding children a bowl
Serial killers is what I behold… toss a body n a hole
Let’s get really dirty… set off an atom bomb
WMD’s just ask Saddam; read the Quran
Temp you to smack a bitch, skinny-dip in my fire pit
Stare into the black abyss, dismiss your simple bliss
I’ll send you a telegram of a pentagram. GODDAMN!
You still want to know who I am.
I’m the Kennedy assassin, babysitter to Michael Jackson, shadowy clouds everlasting!
Acid rain, father of Cain. Trenchcoat mafia; call me insane.
And you still want to know my name?
To make my words clearer take a look in the mirror.
APOCOLYPSE
The worlds got to be coming to an end
Revelation told thru Nostradamus pen
Words bend the wind like they never did back then
Timeless tornados trample thru trees tearing & twistin the timber
This is the foretold December we’ll always remember
And why December, Just seems fit that the last days come in da winter
Natures picked up on what the humans don’t know
Ever wonder why the flowers don’t grow
Why bears bear the pretend death state when they hibernate
Why birds cross the border when they migrate
Enter the center of Hell’s gate.
Where the poisons are all in what we ate
Salmonella is known to kill ya
See, the birds knew about the bird flu
Ask me how; info came from the mad cow
And vegetarians ain’t got it so great
Eating tofu trying to escape
Just take a look at what’s on your plate
Even the fruits are injected with a steroid
Everyone looking like I’m the one paranoid
And me! I’m just a mouthpiece but I’m here to tell ‘um
A cell phone can give you cancer of the cerebellum
And power lines can give you a tumor
Check the statistics this is more than rumor
And I feel like I’m ranting but that’s ok
Sometimes you need more than two minutes to say what you got to say.
And is it much of surprise, millions in Africa dying of aids
But Magic Johnson is on vacation in the everglades
Say the world’s going to hell in a hand basket
Makes sense all my role models are in a casket
Malcolm, Martin, and Marcus Garvey
Taught me to be proud of who I be
Biggie, 2Pac, and Bob Marley
Taught me to speak out lyrically
Hell you might laugh when I say there’s no hope
But you tell me how else can an ex-nazi become the pope
And heaven knows there can be only one conclusion
Prepare for revolution of evolution
As nature gets rid of the pollution of humankind’s institution.
The Preacher’s Poem
She says she wants passion
Heated eyes filled with lust and desire
I’m not interested in containing this fire
Usher in the inferno and let it burn
Pure pyromaniac perplexed by perfection
Like a prideful pharaoh
My goal is to sculpt precision
That mirrors a vision of infinity
Yes… I can give you passion
But I want to fulfill your spirituality
Because even in the dark I can see
My third eye never needed glasses
Always had 20/20 insight
Because I knew what I was looking for 20 years ago
My genesis includes restlessness of exodus
And I’ve been left searching
Seeking spirituality like whispered secrets of the universe
Let me read you a verse from Solomon
Where a solo man finds a true lover
Uncover the linear language of love
Complex yet simple like algebra and arithmetic
Because you plus me equal destiny
And I’ve never been good at math
Just be my divine denominator
Because I don’t think this eternal equation
Ends in X to the second power
It’s no secret I’ve been hurt
Hunted by deities and demons
Too many fairytale sleeping princesses
And clipped winged angels who ain’t
To pretend I’m a godly saint
Cause woman is holier than man
And I’ve worshipped your every hole
So anoint me with your kiss
Take the risk… hand in hand
Lead me to the promise land
And let me love you like you deserve to be loved