generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
In the United States of America, all immigration laws must be in effect at all times. It's
been like that since the Civil War started and the signing of the Declaration of
Independence. But everybody must accept the fact that the people from different countries,
including India, are becoming citizens of the United States. It seems that some people
don't want them in our country because all foreigners will not just take their jobs or
whatever, but commit crimes everywhere they go, including solicitation or whatever. Well,
the last time everybody had checked, the united States of America was called "the land of
opportunity." Now I, for one, am for immigration rights. Just like these people from
Mexico, Haiti, China, or wherever these people are from, they have rights, just like all
of Americans do. Some people like me should make them feel welcome in our country, but
some them are always judging these foreigners by their religions, faiths, and/or beliefs,
background, or whatever. The ones who have always been hateful towards the people who
aren't U.S. citizens since 2006. And some people are ignorant, selfish, and on top of all
that they're a bunch of hypocrites, just like the Ku Klux Klan who've always wanted all of
us African-Americans to go back to our country called Africa. How stupid is that? Okay,
sure, these people from foreign countries may need to pass background checks in order to
become citizens of the United States of America, but the fact of the matter is that day in
and day out these people, from around the world are God's children, and these people
really need to stop being ignorant and arrogant--for once. If I'm going to stand up for
immigration rights, everybody should stand up for the people from around the world,
including Egypt and Afghanistan. And no matter whether he or she is Muslim, Buddhist, or
Catholic, or whatever, we're all an equal and we are all God's children. God bless
America, and the whole wide world.
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
Words Bound Together
Thoughts Formed Between Lines
Knowledge To Absorb
Learns The Bookworm
Wishes Expressed By Letters
Ideas For All To Share
Building Blocks For Peace
Believes The Bookworm
Fact or Fiction Penned
Expressions of Desire
Mystery Exposed, Secrets Veiled
Hunted By The Bookworm
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Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?
the negro is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that have been done in the name of the SON. the inferno negro is the movie of this country, always watched and critic-ed. you must understand that self hating is very wicced, misunderstood when you walk through a suburban neighboorhood the devil is screaming conform!! conformm!! inferno negro you dont belong so just get along, even if the devil knows. the devil knows your story and your weakness and he lives behind and inside the so called supremacy system we live within. peace inferno negro know thyself for you are so lost in this Babylonia hell.
O writer! Your quill quivers in its mark!
As a light shines in the gathering dark
While people struggle towards some vision
To attest them truths is your sole mission.
In prose and in poem may you reveal
Festering lies and felonious deals
Despite those who censor please persevere
Your ink is the ichor your foes fear!
Banishment is a writer's objective
By this we know our foes were attentive
By their displeasure our work is measured
And one day our toil is truly treasured.
Take up your quills and prepare to question
The quest for truth is a path to heaven.
To Dine, To Die;
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.
Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.
An endless groan
The debate grants no throne.
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.
"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.
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*I personally think that it makes more sense now...*
the debt ceiling talk
led to so much tension that
the room's ceiling burst
A house burns up
as it burns down
An upside down smile
Is called a frown
We throw up
When we really throw down
Any question why voters
Too enthralled by his works done
Last farewell been said and made
Mockingbirds and sparrows came
Las vivas and the sound of guns-
He faced the 7 o’clock morn sun
Dr. Jose P. Rizal- poet/author of "Noli Me Tangere" and
"El Filibusterismo", his famous novels that cost his life.
I do not know?
Our lives are like stories
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter
Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close
I'm saying good bye
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind
The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair
As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man
The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness
Democrats are known for making things right, but republicans always lie about everything.
Everybody knows that the democratic party will run the republican party out of the U.S.
Congress and run all of its offices every day for the next 5,000 years. When it comes to politics,
the democrats are the only ones that will make real promises to fix everything, that
includes decreasing taxes, promising all of us job openings, fixing the economy,
supporting gay marriages, and that kind of stuff. But unfortunately for the republicans,
they can't make any promises to all of Americans like the democrats can. All of those
republicans will do is lie to, cheat, and steal from the U.S. citizens, that will have
included the African-American community. All republicans don't care about anyone or
anything but themselves. Republicans are evil, manipulative, arrogant, and completely selfish. The democrats,
just like President Barrack Obama, are kind, caring, warmhearted, and all of the other
nicer things that will have described the entire democratic party. We all don't think that
the governors who are republicans will run for President of the United States of America
in the near future, especially when they're planning on deporting all of us from our
original origins back to all foreign locations, that will have included Africa. And in the
year 2012 and beyond, we will not vote for any of those lame republicans, let alone Sarah Palin, Rick
Perry, or Donald Trump. The only person we will be voting for President of the United
States of America is Barrack Obama, who must remain President for the next 50 years.
That's why democrats are firm and honest and republicans are just bold-faced liars.
Republicans are full of baloney and the democratic party will take over. And if the
democrats win the elections and they were to stay in the offices for the rest of their
lives, this will be a great thing for all of us democrats. The democrats, as in the good
guys, will always win.
I do not know?
The people in Mississippi will be voting tomorrow.
If they vote for Obama, there will be no sorrow.
Obama deserves to be President because he's the best.
If he becomes President, America truly will be blessed.
Tomorrow people will be voting all day.
God bless Obama and God bless everybody in the USA.
The clock's time is off.
Like a capricious tyrant,
my cell is bothered.
Words hold the meaning that we assign them
Ever since the fall of the tower .....
Ancient land of mysteries solved
Where collective mind
cast away the shadow of doubt.
held siege by the Jealous Gods of war
A hundred times, babylon fell
to the Kassites, the Assyrians,
and was re-built by Nebuchadnezzar
The hanging gardens, of Eden
her fruit of art and music
flowed through deserts
with the sweet wine of Bacchus
intoxicating all in her pleasure.
In the aftermath of the great feast
they awoke to find
The Persian army stationed amidst them
having walked through the river
and under the walls.
Order reform, separation.
Dust to dust.
Alexander the Great
wooed her alive again..
dancing through gardens, libraries,
markets, travel and trade
musicians, poets and playwrights
came again to sing praises of her beauty.
With his death
pawed apart by the feuding decay of his bureaucrats.
Babylon, death and rebirth..
Now she lies beneath the sands,
beneath the waters of the Euphrates
A camel ride south of Bagdad
where the tanks and shells of many lands
shake the ancient tower down.
Hammurabi’s code still stands
shattered into a million languages.
Right is right
and Law is Law.
I thank you Lord for life,
I pray for the haters,
Who think they have me bent.
I love you Lord with all of my,
Heart, my mind, and my soul.
I know that even if I strive,
To live right and allow you
To rule my life, then all of
My battles for me you'll fight
And win. I will then see
You and I'll walk the paved
Streets of gold in Heaven.
I pray that each day,
I help someone to come,
Your way. I love you Lord,
To express it there's not
Enough to say.
"My Big Brother" nach oben und unten auf der Straße
Er konnte jeden treffen Sie sein
Bespitzelung von Ihnen von der Straße
Suchen in aus jedem Takt "My Big Brother" ist das nicht süß?
"My Big Brother" und ich weiß nicht, warum
Gießen von oben in den Himmel
"My Big Brother" der kommunistischen Spion
Zuhören in Friss Vogel oder stirb
Bringing sein Buch in unterrichtet innerhalb
My Big Brother, 1 - 800 - LET-US-IN
Gefangen mit Papier und einen Stift Alles nur, weil, "My Big Brother" ließ sich in"My Big Brother" up and down the street
He could be anyone you meet
Spying on you from the street
Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet
"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
Listening in do or die
Bringing his book in
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
Caught with paper and a pen
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in
Rap is quick, witty and fun.
Poetry is smooth, rhythmic and heartfelt.
Rap and poetry had a love child.
A daughter, named Spoken Word.
She grew to maintain the better characteristics of her parents;
From Rap, she took freestyle, freedom, and grass roots movement.
From Poetry, she took imagery, theme, and voice.
Together, all three, as common forms of expression,
spread to every rapper, poet and storyteller in the world.
Changes at CNN
CNN has cut its staff
Jewish writers are all gone
Leaving only Arab journalists
There to carry on
I’m not saying they’ll be biased
Or reporting won’t be thorough
But it’s just the office gutted
Was their small Israeli Bureau
CNN used to send out both
An Arab and a Jew
To cover any story
In the mid-east that is true
Now I wonder what this means
When reporting on those scenes
Will we get the truth from the mid-east climes
Or the Fatah and the Hamas lines
Obama made a super speech;
Beyonce nailed her notes.
Michelle and her two daughters
Looked amazing in their coats.
“America the Beautiful,”
Though not my favorite choice,
Sounded soulful and affecting
Lilted in James Taylor’s voice.
The glamour crowd – ex-Presidents
And Justices Supreme,
Combined with all the average folk,
Reflecting on the theme:
For we’ll make the greatest strides
When all people join together,
Though we come from different sides.
That point was made poetically –
Of course, the perfect way –
In Richard Blanco’s masterpiece
Entitled “One Today.”
With universal imagery
To which we could relate,
His poem expanded on the message
Of the Chief of State.
For if you want your speech to soar,
You can’t just status-quo it;
The trick is searching ‘til you find
A clever, brilliant poet.
I am drenched
In a solemn, endless rain of tears
Over the drifting of my sole spring—
Its grace and ethereal splendour
Now lost in the tangled darkness of cosmic riddle
To the crest of your sublime ripple
In a murderous mob
Hunting down intolerant voices
Let me flourish
Efface that vestigial wilderness
Of towering forest between
So I can hear …
Lavish on me the wealth of your melodic inventions
Closing that desert of distance
That long seems across trillion miles
I, the latest flame in your rising fire
Pull me near your rapid river
Where groves laden with mangoes quiver
‘At play with words’
Cork thine eyes
Cloaking lucent verbose halls
Surely binding shutting tight
Cork thine eyes
Clutching goblet sipping falls
Drunk seduction bending sight
Prose mine prys
Gather up my scrolling drawls
Paging through the spite
Prose mine prys
Splitting metaphors with mauls
Swindle word codle the blight
This poem explained
Shut your eyes
Shade your bright and wordy thoughts
Absolutely shut off your mind
Shut your eyes
Drink from the fountain of lies of the rich
Allow yourself to be seduced and become blind
My ordinary words chip away
Read what I have written
They are memorable moments of contempt
My ordinary words chip away
I chop up what I write with metaphors
The negative meanings of what I write deceives with tenderness
woke up this morning
to an epiphany
of how your world works
be the best you can be
the best human 3 coil double flusher you can be
at first i was upset
that i too could live up to such high standards
how could i ever compete with such human waste
when they practice being a walking talking waste of skin everyday
acting it out
and making more money just by practicing an old motto renewed
Thats the only power you have over me
to be or not to be
a huge clog in the toilet we know as life
and i could practice it
all day and all night
no point in dancing around it in denial
but that might make me worth something
if i could pull off the feat of unequal measure
and finding someone to label what they really are
and laugh at the fact that they are oblivious to how your world works
Practicing being a total waste of skin
and then blame it on someone else
and hang their dead baby off my neck
but nope i'm better than that
i can be the best 3 coiler double flusher i can be
without any practice
just human nature at this point
Act 1 scene 2
making one person living a lie
look like a good person
as the rest of the play is all about everybody competes for the reward of being a clog in the
toilet we call life
Song and dance
still the same glory
and yet soo many of you basking in your power
of who is or isnt in denial of how your world works
practice makes perfect i guess
no point in trying to change anything
just go dangle someone elses dead baby off your neck
an old motto renewed
be the best double flusher i can be
live it, sing it, paractice it to one day show the world their brand new lie
and next lesson of how to be succesfull at something
that will only come naturaly
I do not know?
The Art of Word-Jacking.
lost to us.
Plundered by the few,
stripped naked and ravaged,
pummeled into submission.
taken from us.
Usurped so casually,
stolen and cleaved,
strangled and violated.
Today, we reclaim the ideals,
the billion voices,
all straining to be heard.
Today, we take back our truth,
our collective aspiration,
still yearning for the harvest.
Today, we sing the hymns of freedom,
as we gather at the gates of justice,
while mourning the paralysis of democracy.
that we shall wrest back.
that have nurtured our dreams.
for which we all have bled.
word-jacked and abused,
that are ours once more.
that shall remain tightly wrapped,
around our collective core.
M y brother turned his back to a flaming sky
said, "If ya seen one sunset you seen em all."
I was slowly losing my tiny empire
It was so upsetting to watch it fall
Every night before we'd go to bed
My brother would read from, "The Lord of the Rings"
"We only see shadows", my momma said
We'd light up a joint while she threw the I'Ching
And when she read it, we were all ears
"The superior man always perceivers
In the morning, we'd fire up Mother, and hit the road
I was " Two Toke Tito" back then
The toe headed stoner bandito back when..
Mom threw the TV out the window
when they pretended to land on the moon
I made up my very own language back then
Had my first magic mushroom sandwich back when
They killed those kids at Kent State
and Abbie tried to levitate the Pentagon
"Mother" was our psychedelic house on wheels
We headed south to land with a little more sun
Back then there were Gypsies in Mexico
the locals would gather and wait for the show
Momma told them that we were just hippies and there wouldn't be one
Our cat, "Hash" ran away down in Navidad
at least it was a place where he would never lack something to eat
The darnedest cat that we ever had
He loved to smoke dope and he was never bothered by the heat
We always wanted just one more year
in the tropical mountains where the air was so clear
and the mornings were cool enough to see our breath
We tried at the border for another year
when they turned us away it felt an awful lot like death
That was back then..
Back when Timmy O leary had something a lot cleaner than meth
Now thirty eight years have come and gone
My oldest brother's republican and momma passed on
My real dad did too, but I didn't know him anyway
Now I'm a blue collar stiff fighting to survive
I swore that the system wouldn't take me alive
It makes me feel like dying sometimes, That's all I've got to say
I still remember when
My brother turned his back on a flaming sky
and said, "If ya seen one sunset ya seen em all."