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A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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DARK AND MYSTICAL

Weight of darkness in this culture's cage
full of pent up fury and angry rage
emotionally gone.. Lost and disengaged
I long for more...

Manipulation that never seems to quit
got to buy into a system that's not legit
this shadow world, I wasn't made to fit
I long for more

Success becomes about how busy you are
the make and model of your new car
take a weekend but don't wonder too far
I long for more

This zoo I live in is a dark, mysterious place
Expensive trappings are just a plastic face
the pathetic reality is it's an insane rat race
I long for more

Something in my nature knows I'm not free
The keepers say I'm happy but how can I be
I remember a time there were miles of trees
I long for more

I'm breaking out but not sure where to go
escaping this bondage is one thing I know
led by awe of the moon and stars afterglow
I long for more..
I long for more..
I long for more..

        To be free!

Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Dark and Mystical 

3-30-14
 


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A Butterfly Inside --The Butterfly Flutters By

I feel a butterfly inside;
Its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
Prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
Gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
The barred' cage is flung aside
And airy wings lift toward the skies.

I have felt this graceful creature 
Flutter faintly deep inside;
Then, at times, so ardently,
I think no way will it abide!
It will be loosed! Its wish to fly
Will push the bars of flesh aside.
Determined is this butterfly 
To show its colors multiplied
And wing its way through azure skies.

The time is drawing near, I'm sure;
The throbbing swells within my heart.
The cumbrous cocoon, filled with life,
Is bursting now, falling apart.
The butterfly is breaking free;
No more its wings will tightly furl,
But lightly spread upon the breeze 
Their filmy webs, gilded and pearled...
The butterfly flutters by the world...


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On

Out of the blue it dawned on me
he really meant it when he said
"all the world's a stage."
We play around our little parts
some parrot all their lines away
some get cold feet and then they run.
and there are those who madly stick
around and put their hearts to it
making their own lines as they play.

Across the Globe everyone's giving
their own special minute performance,
the world's a stage
the stage means merely
you're not the only star out there
neither the shiniest for that matter.

The stage exists there to remind you
everyone laughs, loves, cries and ponders
everyone lives and plays and wonders.
There's One who attends every performance,
Who's critic, audience and director.
Step up and well your lines deliver
and you will hear Him clap and shiver.




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Raptor Dance

The sky screams, 
air is thick. 
Seconds like days, 
years 'tween each tick. 

Tit for tat the raptors dance. 
Each step wounds, talons like bayonets.
Earth below quakes at each traded blow. 
Foundations shaken by spat of foes. 

Frosted, frozen, clad in ice.
The world stands still, fear the vice.
The center may boil, but winter-wrapped still 
She cannot reach out, no pow'r to stop the kill. 

Alas, Earth stands back and wills done be the fray.
Final thundering shrill shrieks, 'tis gone for today. 

The scars still remain, 
Unbeknownst to they that tread. 
Earth still feels the pain, 
Still feels gelid winter's dread.


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Generic Minds

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


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A Rose with no Thorn

A Rose with No Thorn

In the Garden, the bouquet of life
There bloomed a rose whose beauty caught my eye
Incomparable is this rose’s design
Unlike the others, she is not the prickling kind

I know they say that every rose has its thorn
But here blooms the exception, of the spirit she is born
One of a kind, the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn

Oh what a fragrance, so lovely and fair
A scent of sincerity sweeps through the air
A pristine beauty from the realms up above
For she is the flower primeval of love

And as I bask in her blossoms of compassion
I find I am fashioned by love that’s everlasting
And in my heart she’ll always be adorned
For she is a rose with no thorn

Though weeds, thorns and thistles have tried to choke her
The rain has wet her; the sun has even scorched her
But she’ll not wither, neither will she wilt
For she is rooted in the love that God has tilled

Amidst great turmoil, never to be foiled
Arrayed in glory that could never ever toil
One of a kind, yes the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn



Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson


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KILL A BEAT 2

I bring hit after hit like a boxer
You haters' inconsistent
Everybody's on the same vibe
Mine's kinda' different
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop

Minor in poetry, fine-arts major

Doctor goon on deck, call this a fear-factor

I'm going in, but I ain't got no curfew

I son a lot of you, it's like I birth you

Got a lot of verses, but this ain't a Bible

Fallout when you hear this, I ain't liable

Ain't talking 'bout tearing, but the beats R.I.P

Didn't sell a lot of tracks, but I got D.O.E

Put you up on game, my hustle's M.O.E

Music over everything, ain't moving 'D'

I got cash like the bank, I sell CD's

Smells funny, tickled my nose, I might sneeze

You would think I'm water, the way I flow

I'm just like some dynamite, bound to blow

Act like you're in a recliner, lay back

If I ain't on fire, then why they say that?

Feature, feature, can I get a feature

So far ahead I sit on competition--bleacher

My Raps' like a bunch of apartment buildings, complex

Got chicks on my jock', ain't talking 'bout sex

I'm so different, it's magnificent

Haters want me to fall, but that's not how the script went

Thing's fishy, I ain't gettin' caught in that net

Just killed the beat, without breaking a sweat


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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


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Yung MCs

Hook: Here's the truth. We gon shine. Yung MCs and that's no lie. Coming up. To our door. Yea we got them flows galore. (Repeat x4)         Verse: Guess who just jumped on the phone. Riding to a new metronome. With his sickish flows. He's hysterical. So scientific, alchemical. And everyone knows I'm genuine. I'm stacking do like innuen. Time for you to tell all your friends that this yung mc is stepping in. The rap game poor. Needs a switch in economics. Cuz a lot of these suckas still talking bout the chronic. Youthful intelligence, call it Malcolm in the middle. You old brothers sit down. Try to learn to widdle. Cuz these yung MCs gonna leave you frikazied.  We a whole new breed. Give the people what they need.  We a brand new sound. From a dusty ghost town. Reborn from the ashes. It had burned to the ground. This yung brother yurns. For the world to hears his words. Because the rap nowadays is so absurd. But I assure you this. When I walk into the room. Put my mouth to the mic. And straight up kill it on a tune. I'll come with a style that'll match any vet. Rhymes way swift  5 blade like Gillette. The level I stand will never be met. Cuz you fly bird. Yet I fly jet. And honestly when we on the scene you hear the sickest similes. Slicing beats with symmetry that cause the haters ears to bleed. I take the light you try to keep. Cuz all your words are obsolete. It's night-night. Time to sleep. Close the crypt. Rest in peace.


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Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




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PLAY-BOY 1

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown

Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun

For those who don't know that means incomplete

It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete

They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut

True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut

Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me

I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me

Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang

They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs

Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail

She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail

Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot

I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot

Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat

Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat


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The Stiff Upper Lip

It was with immense fortitude that he endured the pain.
His back was arched and head rose as he strode down the thoroughfare.
No one need know what lurked behind his eyes. 
Although in all honesty he wanted someone to know what lay behind his eyes. 
He composed his mind determined to ride this one out,
“Ok…I’m fine…I’m fine…there’s nothing wrong” he kept saying as if it were a mantra.

A few minutes passed. Finally, the steely gaze was drawn across his face. 
His lip no longer quivered. 
His heart no longer tightened. 
For now, he was a detached dispassionate walking skeleton, nothing to call human here!
Even the sight of a mangled kitten wouldn’t render a response.

My manners are now controlling my passion; they are forever in my debt.
Like Wellington, I’m going to have to grin and bear it!   
Throw my deepest love into a raging, scorching inferno, as it will only get in the way of my duty!
I shall never succumb to societies miss giving’s. Never shall I spew forth my sensibilities to the stranger in the street. My convictions are too honest to cheapen that.

A friend, however, has the misfortune or privilege to walk among my thoughts. 
I know that we will walk hand in hand into Daedalus’ Labyrinth, a Minotaur at every corner. Never knowing if we shall return. Nonetheless we do it together.
Judgement is never passed. A grimace expression will never rise from your face.

Only in your presence can I remove the mask. 
Only in your presence can I let my lip tremble.
Only in your presence can I let my heart feel the despair. 
…

Be that as it may, once I leave the comforts of your abode I shall once again display the stiff upper lip. 


By Michael Mearns




Copyright ©Michael Mearns


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Goin' In

G-O-I- to the N. These 4 letters fill my head and that point I do begin. To go in and bust a ryhme. Come with a bong and you're right on time. To see my quickness, watch my shine and see me snap on every line. Through the course of this beat, I'll try to demonstrate. How everytime I jump on a track, I seem to defacate. And literate the coldness that I epitimate. Let's get it straight. I'm up on my way to the top and all my opponents I will eliminate. I see the game today and I must say it's a shame to mention. they're ryhming street with meat but lack a true flowwer's intuition. they're just spitting about the money and how they're looking so legit. And you say that you're running the streets well I'm about to take your jurisdiction. Because i never run out of breath. Can't you see that I'm clearly insane. Because this state of excessive dilirium has got me on a campaign. To get my streets from out of their sleep. And have them bopping to the beat. It's a renasance full of ambionce. And bovine hide free. It's a party and I'm the host. But the rest you've yet to see. Go by name of Intel The Brain. Or you could just call me I.T.B. Or you can call me that brother that can go up in the sky and have a mass celabration. Homie call it higher than thy. The skills that I sketch in this sonat, so horribly toxic. That if put inside of a missle and you launch it, call it atomic. And if you did'nt understand it then you need to run it back. Because I just plainly showed you how to go in on a track.


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From the Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody of Lord Byron's ''She walks in beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one hair the less,
     had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.


01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest







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DANCE

A young novice in a new town
where He didn't know a soul
His head was spinning so fast
he just wanted to do his role

Oh.. it's hard to be the rookie
where every single thing is new
Stepped outside the boundaries 
'cause he really didn't have a clue

He was living for the weekend
time to finally relax and unwind
Jumping off the conveyer belt
where he'd been running blind

Now he's off to the county dance
feels like the whole town is there
But on this turf he's comfortable
and pretty girls are everywhere

Not a shy bone is in his body
one by one he takes their hand
Feels like Heaven in this moment
he's loving this thumping band

You talk about total cluelessness
he thought the night was going well
One boy didn't like his girl chasing 
now his eye is starting to swell

He never thought about social politics
wow, was that a huge mistake
Be careful how you compliment
or next bones he might just break

Friend, when your new in the city
but careful who you romance
Those pretty girls might be taken
and not just by your dance!

*The Town is Poetry Soup.  The Dance is the exchange of comments.  The black eye was because the new writer didn't know all the politics going on here.  More details.. You'll have to read between the lines :)

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Today's Poem



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The Landscape of a Soul

The landscape of a soul is
A valley of uncertainty 
Beneath a mountain of woes,
A river of doubt
Carving a path between
A desert of despair
And a forest laden with shortcomings.
This is the trek of a lifetime.
A journey laced with 
A sense of impending doom, 
With nothing but the path ahead
To supply a glimmer of hope.
But we,
The dreamers,
Delve into these trenches of mystery
And despair,
Knowing that we
May discover riches beyond compare,
But just as well meet our end
Along the way.
For we know how remarkable it is,
That one can miss so much
With our feet set forward
Our eyes to the ground
And our mind lost in the clouds.
When all along,
The answer we sought
Was nestled among the insecurities
And imperfections
Of the landscape of our soul.


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A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


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STASHING CASH 2

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

Money on my mind like bread on a sandwich

I run the city, they're the lights, I'm the switch

I stand for what's mine, never see me slip and fall

I'm runnin' the race, you're a baby with a slow crawl

My cash stay on point, like a sharpened pencil

Try 'n' copy my style, you gon' need mo' than a stencil

I don't be's in the trap, buy my workers put-in overtime

Feds can't catch me, never see me committin' crime

That's why from time to time I shoot 'em a raise

And tell 'em to stash cash for those rainy days

If money talk, then there's nothing to say

If B.S walk, none of ya' fools can stay

My money talkin' for me, betta' yet, it's in a conversation

Ya' look like money; make money, nice observation

They say the love of money's the root of all evil

So how much money will it take to really love people


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NEVER QUIT 1

Never give up, won't call me a quitter
My heart's like soap water, so nasty and bitter
Do it big, call me gigantic, it's going down, Titanic
Got the heart of a lion, never see me panic

Call me a mute, done things, but I'll never say

Cross me, and like a rental, you gon' pay

I'm on top of the cake, not talking icing

Got a million dollar car, but no license

Like a bad student, it got suspended

I keep moving, the law gets offended

On the road to money, never running out-of-gas

Got my foot on the pedal, can't let you pass

Never drunk driving, sober, till I reach my destination

I get money, it's an instinct, no hesitation

I ain't the energizer-bunny, but I'll never stop

'Cause I'm on a mission, like a special opt

Try me, get smacked upside-the-head, whack-a-mole

Slide on fools, like strippers do on a stripper-pole

Won't stop till it's over, I ride to the finish

My mind's focused, so watch how I win this


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Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


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The Time

Tick, tick, tick says the 
Clock,make haste while 
The sun shines.
For a stitch in time saves 
Nine.
  Tick, tick,tick says the 
Clock,am always on a 
Slow steady motion, 
Waiting nor stopping.
Moving like a train-
Carrying along the wise 
Ones-for time is in 
Constant flux.
   Tick, tick, tick, says the
Clock,though I err-as 
Regulator of time.
But time waits no man.
Judicious use of time 
Yeilds,nonchalant attitude
Breeds failures and 
Regrets.
   Tick, tick, tick slips the 
Time.


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Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



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STASHING CASH 1

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

My Green could fill-up a Bay, need a few Packers

Haters look, fold and crumble like Ritz-crackers

Money comes and goes, but you know mine stays

Like a well-trained dog, sometimes it even lays

Money brings power, respect, gotta' have the jewels

Call me a handy-man, I stay with my tools

I know it sounds messed-up, but it's money-over-everything

My weight's been up, you just started like a flower in spring

My money keeps flippin', like some Burgers on a grill

Money on me heavy, like a work-out, makes me sweat fo'real

Active, got a million hustles, I'm motivated and dedicated

Call me and money happily married, we can't be separated

Not talking movies, but I bet you ain't seen this in a while

My money's long, go 'head, call it the green mile

Long as I'm stashing cash, I'll always come out on top

Like a junkie smokin' dope, me making money won't stop


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LIFE'S A GAMBLE 1

Life's a gamble, you gon' take that chance?
Damn right, I'm 'bout cash, you know what fills my pants
That charge carry life, you gon' stay on ya' grind?
Hell yeah, you already know, money's on my mind
What if the police watching, you gon' stand on that corna'?
Hell nah, I'll be ducked-off, I ain't a slow learner

What ya' gon' do, play cards or roll dice

Life's short, move fast, don't think twice

Life's a gamble, don't go broke, hit the jackpot

Stay solo, running in packs get ya' tied-up...knot

Got a few loyal soldiers, lots of phonies and fakes

The game's like a cave, filled with rats and snakes

There's too many hustles to be sitting 'round broke

Call me, like a manager, I got work

Gotta' take chances in life, nothing's guaranteed

Would you go get it, even if you had to bleed?

Mind over matter, but what matter's on my mind

Not a pro-skater, but I stay on my grind

Try 'n' take mines, best believe you gettin' hit

Bring ya' crew, and my choppa'll serve a banana split

By any means necessary...that's my motto

I wouldn't change my life, even if I hit the lotto


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MONEY BANK 1

Let the stream of cash in, flood-gate
Like the Casino, I'll keep chips in your plate
Big-ballin', throw it in the pot, high stakes
Don't sleep, keep watch for fakes and snakes
So much dead pres' to burn, it's a crime
Surprised I ain't in the Feds, doing hard time

Forget 'bout Simon, do what the money says

I dish-out money, like candy from a Pez

Dispenser, destined to do this since I was born

I make it rain, you can't weather this storm

All these accounts, my name should be Fill-More-Banks

I keep the cash secure, it wouldn't be safer in tanks

Fast money, accountant, lost track of how much I earn

The money's wind to my sail, it controls where I turn

I'm eating right now, stack the money like pancakes

You know I love beef, put everything up for stakes

Eating up these problems, got me puttin' on some pounds

BS walk, money talk, you tell me how that sounds?

Hold-up, freeze, don't nothing move but the money

You can't afford to pay attention--it's free, dummy!

Class is in, cash the topic, you failed, watch and learn

Set the city on fire, cremated, get it a urn


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My Butterfly Song

My Butterfly Song

Oh, my how you are the most beautiful thing
I have even seen upon this summer brings,
You shine above the sunniest days
In full view in July sunlight rays,
Even in the winter in cold of snow
I just have to tell you, even though,
Your vibrant arms and eyes thus sparkle 
under shining stars
Under this full moon your beauty surely does glow,
I've seen your beauty light the world on fire
Or did God tell you if you know,
Your mind is full of harmony of everything
Please tell me for I really want to know
In these lyrics I'm singing for you so,
You're my beautiful love of a butterfly
You can fly high,
                fly high
                  fly fly fly
Upon these starry nights aglow
I'm viewing you as you fly high
                                         fly high
                                           fly high
                                            fly fly fly

Written: Sept. 22, 2014
Eve T.M.Carter


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Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


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TAKE-OVER 1

Streets made me, that's why I bleed cement
Your hour has come, your time is spent
My strap spoils fools, expiration date
Class was in, you din't participate

Slide on you like a pair of sandals

Light you up like a set of candles

At the free-throw, shootin' like I was fouled

No puttin' on shows, I don't like a crowd

Keep it on the low, like a bottom bunk

Shut you out, slam the door, like a dunk

The game's on lock, no gettin' in, Fort-knox

Secured, with bullet-proof glass, and you're throwin' rocks?

Domination, this is a take-over

You're drunk-drivin', I'm fully-focused, sober

Call me a bench-warmer, I don't play games

Put you in a box, not talkin' picture frames

Point blank, with my glock, that's a snapshot

Kill competition, that's my infamous plot

With no one runnin', I'm winning the race

Losing's not an option, I only know first place


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Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray


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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence





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Miles

I write
my late night revelations
paint an image so clear-
so precise-
as if fine-tuned with a microscope.
I see the truth.
I now realize that what I need-
I want-
is YOU.
I don't know how I am going to make you see,
make you feel...
I need to make you know.
A simple touch is all I need
to delve into your mind and infect you.
But how to reach you?
You are hidden far away
within your own mind,
in maze of your own design.
Between us locked doors and endless traps,
mountains,
valleys,
rivers, lakes, oceans,
miles and miles of 
impassible terrain that keeps me apart,
keeps me from you!
We are two universes set to collide-
not to be destroyed,
but merge into one.
Set to collide, but keep missing our mark.
This is unbeknownst to you.
I keep the secrets within me.
How much longer can I wait-
how much longer until my silence
consumes me?
Until you break me?
I am deserted, alone,
left in desolation.
You are the answer to the questions,
the key to my freedom.
But you cannot reach me.
And you do not know what you are.
How much longer til my time runs out?


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PLAYER 1

I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay

She don't act up, but she's so bad, discipline

Put her in time-out, punishment, a great beatin'

When I'm hittin' her good, she calls me daddy

I'm her trophy, showcase me, friends wish they had me

Too easy, always give it up, her man call it robbery

Termite, loves wood, told me have my log handy

Do what I order, like a puppet, no-strings-attached

Not a crook, but like a purse, your chick got snatched

Not intimate, gold-digger, money makes her cum

It's me, her, and a bag of money, three-sum

You got flushed-down-the-drain, but I'm the crap, feces

You're gone, don't make 'em like me, endangered species

Got fire-wood, leave the 'coochie' smoking like a Newport

Done with you, on to the next, long stick, but life's short

Get attached, space myself, I come around less

Bad sex, back-stabbing, bull, I ain't with the B.S


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PISTOL READY 1

Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang

The chick's riding me, she started to pant

She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant

She's eating that wood, like she's a termite

Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite

I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert

She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt

Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty

Started at three, it's going on four-thirty

Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man

She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland

I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour

Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower

She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean

Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion

Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay

Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A


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'Little bird, what troubles thee'

Little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bread of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bane of misery


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Silver Ships

Written May 31, 2013


The sun does rise
Over silver ships sailing in the sky
Rain on down on our parade
In a concrete jungle
The kids come out to play
Masked by this dreadful masquerade

A cosmic dance where stars collide
The kids and parents run to hide
Shelter from the enemy above
Who light up the sky with lightning bugs

The land is dark and the sky is black
Mothers pray the birds will not come back
Be it by barren land or vicious sea
Lord just hear our plea

The sun does rise
Over silver ships sailing in the sky
Rain on down on our parade
In a concrete jungle
The kids come out to play
Masked by this dreadful masquerade


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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


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Mountains I Have Traveled

There are mountains I have traveled
Where the roaring streams of life
Have caught me in their torrents
Down below the murky strife.
My feet denied a stony crevasse
In the deep canyons of desire;
Now, once more I crest the summit,
Absorbing sunlight's cleansing fire.


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Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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BAR NONE 1

No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards

It's a dirty world, but my heat's considered hand sanitizer

Made my dreams become reality, I'm not a big 'fanisizer'

My trap got cheese, but I'm trying to keep away rats

Life's a gamble, take a chance, like playing craps

Time to take you to school, and money's the topic

Smokin' on Jamaica helps me focus, I keep something tropic

Cash rules everything 'round me and it's in my pocket

That means I'm in control, if this was a plane, I'm in the cockpit

I'm a hustler, got more bricks than a construction site

I stay fresh, I'm flyer than a first-class flight

By any means necessary, hard times call for drastic measures

Get in my way, and get buried like pirate's treasures

Never see me fold, it's like I got the winning hand in Poker

I'm more dangerous than cancer in the lungs of a smoker

Talk crazy, catch a hook, how's that for a punchline

Show me the competition, I call that lunch-time


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HANDY MAN

Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker

I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her

Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution

She's my problem solver, always got a solution

Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed

Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead

Me and her have intercourse, love to bust

A wonderful relationship, filled with trust

I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut

Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up

Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds

Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds

Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline

Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine

Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate

The real from the fake, hope you can relate

Backstabbing fools, smile in your face

That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist

Mess around, make me catch a big case

Gotta' get away, try and make some space

Hopping on planes, to get away from lames

'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game

Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life

They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife

They done made me mad, go grab my tools

For my craft, time to put work on these fools


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BAR NONE 2

No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards

Read these cowards faces like pages of a book

Haters wanna steal my fame, they're something like a crook

They must think I'm a tree, lumber-jackin', trying to see me fall

Can't stop my hustle, pockets on full, theirs looking small

I stay on my feet, similar to a pair of shoes

I'm the Road-runner, they're Wiles-E-Coyote--doing nothing but lose

See me, I'm ballin', even if I was injured I wouldn't quit

When I Rap, I'm a cobra, straight-venom I spit

I see no competition, in this game I'm a predator

Fools get out of place, get erased, call me an editor

I'm the talk of the town, females gossipin', haters hatin'

Hottest in the streets, this ain't an election, no debatin'

I took a couple losses, came across and fought a couple bosses

It's a dirty game, like a mouth you never brushes or flosses

Stay on point, I'm sharper than barb-wire

I'm the king 'round here, so you can call me Sire


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A person I've met before

You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.


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SCARY 1

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares

I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs

Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip

Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick

Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up

I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up

When it go down, I go ape-shit, bananas

put coward to sleep, without the pajamas

Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen

I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean

Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy

They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me

I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime

Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime

You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat

I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat

Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill

Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill

You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved

Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved


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NEVER QUIT 2

Never give up, won't call me a quitter
My heart's like soap water, so nasty and bitter
Do it big, call me gigantic, it's going down, Titanic
Got the heart of a lion, never see me panic

I got hoes but I ain't farming

Ain't giving out handouts, why you got your arm in

Stack money, like a junkyard, let it pile-up

Don't sleep, I'd rather take the game while you're up

See, I'm a hustler, I'm gon' get mine

You heard it face-to-face, not through the grapevine

I'm a stand-up guy, even when I'm sitting down

Like a moving vehicle, I get around

Start your crap, that toilet get a flush

Wanna fight, get painted, I got my brush

I push weight, it's like I'm doing a push-up

You're a *****-cat, gettin' handled, with your tush up

My trap's like a bomb, all it does is Boom

Play with my money, and end up in a tomb

Race to the money, I'm passed the finish line

I earned my respect, you gotta give me mine


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TAKE-OVER 2

Streets made me, that's why I bleed cement
Your hour has come, your time is spent
My strap spoils fools, expiration date
Class was in, you din't participate

Raised your hand, it's good to ask questions

Pay attention, don't cost much, even in recessions

Beginning of the end, this is a take-over

If you're sluggish, better move over

Came from the bottom, now I'm elavatin'

Fully focused, like I'm testin'

Keep my eyes on the prize, ignore distractions

Reflexes like a cat, no late reactions

Ain't playin' in movies, but I'm quick to act

I'm an over-achiever, I never lacked

Like an all-in pot, I gave it everything

Married to the game, I got it a ring

Devoted to money, never catch me cheatin'

To me, getting paid is better than skeetin'

Hustling is like Viagra for making cash

At times it gets hard, and it makes it last


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Fading Colors

It's hard not to look back at the things that happened in my past,
but it's the past, they passed on, kept runnin' now they're gone and I seem to forget that.
I try too hard to keep my head low, my skin out of this blazing sun,
but no matter how hard I try, not a day goes by I don't wanna get up and run.

So I sit still as the time stops and the world around me begins to fade in,
a black darkness where I don't want anything but for this world around me to end,
but it keeps on going, and keeps on slowing, 'till I'm to slow to defend.
All these kicks, from left and right, 'till I'm on the ground cause of my opponent

And I'm dazing, my mind erasing, any counter attack and I give up,
I understand that he's got me beat, but I can't seem to get out of this slump.

In my mind, I feel untied, I feel crossed, and I feel denied.
And from somewhere inside, I feel the ignition spark, and I ignite.

I have the immense weight of the world, that you dropped on my cold shoulders,
I rather be six feet deep under the ground, I don't want a tombstone, give me a boulder,
It's like every day in this ice cold world, I feel like it's only getting colder,
carrying this weight on my back, as the fiery depths of Hell smoulder.

But everyday I, feel like I'm a little bit closer to breaking out of this shell,
I write a little bit more, 'till I develop carpel tunnel syndrome then I exhale.

My colors are fading, but black and white are all I need to sit still.
So I'll keep writing, and keep on fighting, as long as I can keep this skill.


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STRIVE 1

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Try to survive, I'm gon' do the same

Stuck in this world, heart full of pain

Money cover evil, trying to stay sane

Cash keeps flowing, like blood to the brain

Rappin' ain't like hustling, it's a whole different game

came through a struggle, my ankle got a sprain

Haters don't care, nobody gon' look out

Everybody's grillin', but this ain't a cookout

Bullets keep flyin', that's what the scare's about

Life's rough, like the stuff between tile, grout

The hood's full of hate, what happened to love

Too many little misfits, like a tiny glove

Put haters in dirt, that's what I call gardenin'

My heart's colder than water, when it starts hardenin'

Call me care-free, I ain't got no worries

Life don't always end well, like fairy-tale stories
 


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I Can't Say It Without You

I was your never ending composer
We spent many a nights, and many an hour together
But now you’re lost inside
And I can’t find my way, again.

( chorus )
Cause I can’t say it without you		
It hurts to be without the feeling		
Never knowing when it will return		
But I know that you would stay with me	
If you came back, again some day		
But till then I’ll wait till you appear.	

I really miss the way you make me feel
People said we were meant to be together
Why’d you leave me so unexpectedly
I hope you come back soon.

( Chorus )

It’s been two months since I’ve written you
All I’ve got to show is crumpled bits of paper
The passion and creativity is now gone
So come back home so I can work it out.	


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Chocolate Bunnies

In these streets on the hunt
for a chocolate bunny with a big butt.
A brown cotton tail who keep her mouth
closed and won't tell.
Sssshhhh be very, very, quiet, I'm hunting
chocolate bunnies throughout the urban
jungle I'm hunting chocolate bunnies.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher 
aka Red Seven


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PISTOL READY 2

Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang

Got flavor, cold with all this ice, like a 'Slurpee'

Got something for your chick to drink, she slurps me

Definitely ain't praying, but she gets on her knees

Her head game is fire, nine-hundred-degrees

It's like she's educating me, gives me good brain

While she's down there, I pull her hair, like a horse's mane

She's a vampire, sucking on the neck of my second head

Not the one on my shoulders, but the one used in bed

She told me to eat her out, went down and bit it

She can't stand violence, but loves the way I hit it

Beat the 'Coochie' up, bedroom turned into a boxing arena

Call it domestic violence, no court, no subpoena

Riding me, I'm thinking 'bout gettin' her a saddle

We rocking the boat right now, ain't got a paddle

Making a movie, this the best part, 'bout to climax

She loves when I come over, got everything her man lacks


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All About the Music: Sole On Soul

Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms 
The beat makes you whole.


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SCARY 2

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction

You're a toy, all looks but no action

So much beef, I can open up a diner

Catch me underground, call me a miner

I keep it real, you haters is processed

To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed

I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes

Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes

Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban

Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon

I cock my tool as they approach, get ready

Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady

When they get near, that trigger get a pull

Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule

Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame

I was long gone, before the law even came


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STRIVE 2

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Out-of-control, like an untamed beast

If I should fall, I'm gon' rise like yeast

Got the game in submission, fools better tap-out

On the road to success, ya'll on a different route

I'm shootin' up haters, more than a heroin addict

Ain't talking 'bout electricity, but it helps prevent static

Like a ship's anchor, I'm gon' hold it down

No matter the outcome, I'ma' stand my ground

I tried turning right, but end up going left

Already living in hell, so what's worst after death

Fast life, gotta' slow down, like I'm in a school zone

Made amends with people I ripped off, like clothes being sown

Searching life's meaning, can't find it in the dictionary

Gotta' change, or end up caged like a canary

Got a pocket full of green, like a bowl filled with lettuce

Satisfied, 'bout to end my run, so roll-the-credits


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I am but a Vessel

I wish I were empty, 
I could easily be filled with that which is from God. 
Yet I have been filled with the things of this world.

Pour out my Self, 
fill me with the Spirit, 
the good gifts from God.

I am but a vessel,
that which enter me is that of which I am full.
I must fill myself with that which is from God,
I must surround myself with Him,
so He is that of which I am full.
Fill me up Lord.
For when I am full of You,
....of Your Love,
....of Your Word,
that is who I will be
....Your Love.

Fill me with Your Love Lord.
I will travel through this world,
I will not be swayed by worldly temptations. 

The more of You that lives in me
the more of You there is to fill this world.

Use my body as Your Vessel
to bring the world to You
....to Your Glory
....to Your Grace
....to Your Mercy
....and Your Love. 
Fill me, Lord, with Your Great Love.


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PLAYER 2

I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay

Like a hole, she do nothing but dig me

I'm like Kurmit the frog, she's miss Piggy

She can't leave me alone, like a mother to an infant

Like soft soil, I step in her life, leave an imprint

I handle her with care, like a fragile antique plate

When she express her feelings, I pretend I can relate

Never catch me cheatin', I'm a true player

I run her, if she's a city, I'm the mayor

Your chick left with me, not coming back--runaway

You ain't do her right, I took her in like a stray

Chicks throwin' me that pussy-cat, do I look like a vet?

They call me Super-soaker, the way I get 'em wet

My damsels come in pairs, like a set of earings

I don't put up with their problems,

I ain't a Judge handling hearings

Want your chick back, take her, can't get a receipt

Funny, how I got you off rhythm, moving to my beat


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LIFE'S A GAMBLE 2

Life's a gamble, you gon' take that chance?
Damn right, I'm 'bout cash, you know what fills my pants
That charge carry life, you gon' stay on ya' grind?
Hell yeah, you already know, money's on my mind
What if the police watching, you gon' stand on that corna'?
Hell nah, I'll be ducked-off, I ain't a slow learner

I'm a math wiz', I can solve a problem

You just point 'em out and I got 'em

When it comes to beef, I'm like a butcher

Chop you in pieces, that's what you call torture

Like photon; electron, I'm far from positive

Lay traps for my enemies and get creative

Talk is cheap, you could check my rap sheet

I'm all over the turf, like a football player's cleat

I got more birds than a pet store

Move around, more than a Rapper on tour

Sell a lot of things, major distribution

I run more blocks than a Correctional institution

Not a body builder, but I move a lot of weight

Been doing this for years, these haters' kinda' late

Feds come, like a bird in winter, time to migrate

Fresh in another State, I can start with a clean slate


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Ode: to Loveliness

Loveliness that's deep and that's rare
     is like a rose that blooms afresh
(like the rosebud that's new and fair);
     lovely in aspect and in flesh,
it lives in sunlight without care
     letting all the sky breathe and mesh.

Its loveliness is hard to find
     unspoiled and as innocent;
and with its tint and with its rind
     it quells my musing discontent.
As it sighs (softly and from behind),
     my nose takes in its lovely scent.

Its beauty transcends its locus,
     imbuing the eyes of my soul 
with romantic, ideal focus
     that makes the heart and the mind whole:
without it the world seems callous
     and grace would not be in control.



















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The Coming of the Nothing

Collegiates and learned mercenaries
Await their time to lead the willing minions
As lemmings, suicide seems ordinary
Both deaf and blind, devoid of all opinions

Ageless as time itself, she waits
An elixir of evolution
Needing no cure, no answers
No humankind solution

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane

A galaxy here, a universe there
Speckled by constellations
But man it seems is content to fight
For the sake of his small nation

Black as an empty starless night
Deep as the hungry ocean
Timeless as death, on its endless flight
In a time of perpetual motion

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane 

When will it end, God only knows
As greed alone inspires us
Old Earth, its very soul exposed
To MAN...IT'S LIVING VIRUS!!!


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BREAD HUNGRY 2

Making this cash, I hope that it last
Make sure my dreams don't shatter like glass
Living in the streets, got me moving fast
I can't let this opportunity in my grip pass
Gotta' get this cash, gotta' get this cash

I found the money tree, went and got my rake

Now it's like everyday's my birthday, I stay with cake

Get money, everything else will fall in place

It'll hold you down, without it, zero gravity, outer-space

Money's like the sun, my world revolves around it

Got a pool full of cash, jump-in and drown in it

I'm chasing this cash, like a cat do mice

Gotta' get this bread, I'm talking more than a slice

I need a whole loaf, I'm trying to eat a meal

Fry you like bacon, pig, if you ever squeal

See me gettin' bread, wanna snitch, 'cause you're a hater

I'm done eatin', tip you, like you're a waiter

Break you off, just to keep you off my trail

Didn't even start my journey yet, 'bout to set sail

Money galore where I've been, but more where I'm going

Like blood in veins, till the day I die, the cash keeps flowing


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All About the Music: The Infinite Magic of Lyricism

Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.


(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")


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Isigin Dusu-II

Senle ve sensiz bir hic
Yururum yolumda
Korkmadan yasamin
Senle sensiz bir hic

Bir dag yamacinda ucurum hayatim senle sensiz bir hic
Yasam dersem kabulum agit yakilmis sevdamiza
Hikayesi  umit olsa da  acsa  cicek olsa sevda yaylalarda
Senle sensiz bir hic  bilerim  tasinmaz yasanmaz  nefesimiz

Bir cicek sevda yaylada ruzgarla esen
Kosma  olumune  desem  kimse dinlemez  
Ruzgarlar  sallar eser gullu  basma  bedenini 
Saklar saclarini yazmali basortusu dantelli
Akar bir nehir  sevdayla senle ve sensiz hic
Bir  koca cinar  bolunmus toprak yarik yarim
Amansiz nehir  akar  bolunur  delinen kalbim 
Senle ve sensiz bir hic  canim sevdam
Cok  canlar  oldu telef gozyasi oldu tasti  irmak
Cok analar yakti agit  kan kirmizi  irmak

Cok kahpe planlar hoyratca  goz yumanlar
Cok aci  kahkahalar oyunu  sessizce  oynatanlar
Senle ve sensiz alkis tutanlar bir hic  utancim
Gelecegim senle sensiz 
Isigin dusu  umidim cocuklarim


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Fear

Written June 25, 2012


Dim the lights
No one knows
Silhouetted indisposed

Can you hear
Children's fears
The darkness will be here

By the time
You can see
The light that buries me

You will know
All that's glitters
Is not gold

Walk the path
Satan's wrath
Will enter through the back

Door is closed
Think you know
Why the Lord has brought is here

Are you telling me lies
Through your eyes
On and on I'll tell you're wrong
Until the day is done


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BREAD HUNGRY 1

Making this cash, I hope that it last
Make sure my dreams don't shatter like glass
Living in the streets, got me moving fast
I can't let this opportunity in my grip pass
Gotta' get this cash, gotta' get this cash

Bread hungry, starving, like I got a tape-worm

Never enough, no matter how much, bread I burn

School of hard-knocks, when will you fools learn

Give up, chance expired, now it's my turn

You shouldn't hate the player, hate the game

Losers, there's no cheat codes, you haters' lame

You know the bread's coming in, special delivery

M.O.E, in God I trust, please deliver me

Hamiltons, Benjamins, and any other dead pres'

Money brings power, better do what Simon-Says

Since I got the cash, do whatever I order

You're not gettin' paper? Must have a disorder

The money train's coming, I got my ticket

That means I'm hopping on board, try not to miss it

Better call the bomb squad, and try not to blow it

Moving fast, gettin' this cash, no time to slow it


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KILL A BEAT 1

I bring hit after hit like a boxer
You haters' inconsistent
Everybody's on the same vibe
Mine's kinda' different
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop

Insane, armed, 'bout to kill a beat

Listeners' discretion, at your risk, grab a seat

It's domination, a take-over, invasion

Put music in your head, that's persuasion

I'm on another level haters can't reach

Pull-up with the top missin', like a nude beach

In this Rap game, I'm a beast

I hear ya' beats, it's like a Thanksgiving feast

No one can see me, I eat-up competition

Won't stop till I'm on top, I'm on a mission

My aim's not in vain, I got precision

Unchained the creativity, from my mind's prison

Started hustlin', like a mason moving bricks

Fought fire with fire, I'm known fo' taking risk

No marathon, but I'm running the streets

Not a vegetarian, but I love eating beats

Like gifts before Christmas, I started to Rap

Like a twig, suddenly pushed, the edge I snap

Put down the weapons, pick up the mic'

My hustle's workin', while haters on strike

I'm hot, like a black top on a sunny day

I'm all 'bout work, so they get no play

I'm killin' competition, now their bodies' stiff

Started from the bottom, now I'm on a cliff


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SCENEMATIC 1

Movie in the making, viewer discretion
Keep your mouth shut, forget witness protection
Better keep it discreet, avoid detection
Complete the play, can't afford a deflection
This the real deal, it ain't a gimmick
Watch and learn, just don't mimic

Statue-of-liberty, we're holding the torch

Running the race, but ain't competin' in sports

We're like bubbles in champagne, heading to the top

Come at me sideways, like a fish when it flop

Get popped, Glock's off safety, it's cocked

Or like an old rocking chair, get rocked

Leave you like I left your girl's 'coochie', beat-up

Don't want problems, you better speak-up

I'm a heavy-weight, you're lighter than a leaf

Eat you like a T-bone steak, I love beef

Money equals problem, problems come with money

I play the cards I was dealt, I'm good at Rummy

I'm not a treadmill, so don't try 'n' run me

Got money for rainy-days, even for when it's sunny

Like the Super-Dome, I'm on top of the game

I'm in it for the cash, ya'll can keep the fame


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Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



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GREEN HUNTER 1

Cash makes the world go round, spin
Don't I look like money, that's my twin
Gettin' money, like it's going out of style
I keep throwing it up, like it's bile
Got cash all over me, like it's a rash
You better chase that paper, stack that cash

Start it up like the kick-off, I'm the punter

I'm looking for the bucks, like a dear hunter

Lunatic with the paper, money-crazy

I sit back and count it, they call me lazy

Countin' all this money gave me paper cuts

Pockets' on full, fatter than donkey butts

I got eight figures, like I was ice skatin'

That's figure eight's, you know what I'm relatin'

I got bands, not the ones on your wrist

Yellow canary jewels, same color as piss

No manners, go to the bathroom when you pissed

Mad at me 'cause me and your girlfriend kissed?

She's curious, wanna know how money taste

Your chick's gone, like the T.V. show, 'Without-A-Trace'

Just like the problems, money comes with females

I'm bringing in all this paper from street sales


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celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


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My Dear Friend

my dear friend
my friend is always open to listen
always open to hear
my friend has always been there for me
my friend is always near
from as far as I can remember
in my childish years 
my friend has always been clear
my friend has showed me which way to turn
many lessons from my friend I have learned.

my friend is one like no other
always honest & true
my friend will never lie
for my friend is none other than you.
the pen i hold in my hand
the paper sitting on my nightstand
the paints and paintbrushes 
tell stories of who I am
they speak as no one can
the words in my poetry 
are but an image 
of my secret reality.


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Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


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SCENEMATIC 2

Movie in the making, viewer discretion
Keep your mouth shut, forget witness protection
Better keep it discreet, avoid detection
Complete the play, can't afford a deflection
This the real deal, it ain't a gimmick
Watch and learn, just don't mimic

You're on the outside looking in, shut the blinds

I'll bust your head if you ever cross that line

Pay attention to yours and stay out of mine

You know I got rank, my crew got my spine

I mean my back, they always show me support

Raised sons, glad I never had to abort

Never had to erase 'em, stayed in their lane

They left a mark on my life, like a birth-stain

You're thinking mark, that's 'cause you're a buster

Step ya' game up, ketchup, no mustard

You mess with me and my 'youngings' start gunnin'

Act like my cars, motor-up and start runnin'

Wouldn't have happened if you'd stayed out my face

Act like a mannequin, stay in your place

There's no rules in the game, no ref

Better act right, or end up gettin' left

Won't stop till it's over, I ride to the finish

Got a sick squad, so watch how I win this


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In the Spider's Web

I am a spider
amused that you have become ensnared
in my web of lies.
My talent is manipulation-
I play you as easily as a puppet
dangling from my power hungry fingers.
Hungry, yes-
I feed off these lies.
The quicker you fall, 
the more satisfaction I feel.
I am a spider
and you are my pray.
You do not realize you are a victim
until you are bound and broken
my teeth at your neck,
How foolish do you feel 
as the venom courses through your veins?
Does this make me a monster,
Nothing more than a barbaric creature?
Relying on primal instincts,
I hunt for facts
and gather the truths,
smuggling them away 
and replacing them with 
Picture-perfect facsimiles engulfed in deceit.
Have I performed the greatest trick of all?
Or have I lost myself in my web?
Each fragile strand threatens to snap,
to unravel my illusion
and reveal the truth masked within,
leaving me exposed,
vulnerable and naked.
I have lost myself:
A victim of my own design.


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Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


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UPGRADE 1

Step your game up, time for an upgrade
Stomp all over you, call it a parade
Watch and learn, let it marinate
What's next, they all anticipate

Stay awake, don't go to sleep

Trying to come up, the journey's steep

I stay on point, kinda' like a spike

Dangerous, lethal with the mic'

Duck down fool, shots fire

Your time is up, expired

Your job was surviving, you got fired

I stay connected, I'm wired

I hold weight, something like a scale

Follow the paper, I'm on its tail

Ties everywhere, like a business meetin'

Game on lock, no sense in competin'

Illumination, truth comes to light

And when it shines, you can't fight

Push it to the limit, I'm speeding

Treat this as a buffet, I'm eating

Fast, out-last, kick-ass and take name

Show me competition, I'm all game


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The Other Side of the Coin

The night seems sad,
its stars are empty-
all magic gone, no luck
to gain from breathing a wish-
your dreams masked by shadow.
But this chance is not needed,
nor magic or spells,
to fight against the tears-
one must conquer them alone.
Luck is temporary for he
who counts on it.
It drains the stars 
of light and warmth.
In sadness we tend to forget
That we ourselves
have the power
to conquer the pain we feel.
Do not rely on good fortune
for soon as it comes
it will disintegrate into a sea
of sorrow and regrets.
Instead,
create your own magic
rather than pretend.
The stories and tales of childhood
may seem alluring
but do not let them
steal you away
from reality.


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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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Values

hip hip hurrah, herc shot hera
sick sad era, tri city terror
dirty land lover, lips hit terra
karma bent over,  messenger error
never say neva, davin say better
no pain no gain, accept the rainy weather
paint a pic pretty , slip on slick cities
have a lot of lovers, none top sarah
no what im knowing, dont want a slow down
respect is expected, never threw a hoe down
zeus with an entourage, party never undersized
tities no mardi gras, let loose like karamazovs
other moment ostracized, flow never oxidize
freaky with an extra eye, good times multiply
mr go getter, killed the baby sitter
no one does it sicker, crazy cause I know I die

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash

one trick pony, faulty cause its special
colts get bolted, stuck in their mental
yellin out mommy, darwin wasnt gentle
change for survival or b**** shut your dental
d*** headed central, quick wit essential
lifes experimental, body a holy temple
soul instrumental for flying to light levels
trying a tight bevel tieing a rhyme pretzel
spy verse spy verbal, try to size circles
circumsize virgos, turpentine turbo
egos in slow mo, vertigo a go go
ho ho flow curdled, tossed into inferno
my syllable allegro caused a bloody gurgle
my soliquoy symbols,  got my butt buddies hurtful
enemies closer choked till their purple
envy nocturnal to my bright concerto

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash

four arm charmer, mystic in the making
awake no alarmer, physically shaking
visibly debating, if misery is waiting
shake till its fading, without hesitating
didi waits for no one, i happen to grow some
dropped as a we lad, learned by my lonesome
others had a helping, served me a surprise
no need to refy, interest past the demise
loan me a pice of mind, no need for a slice a pie
history wasn't lies, just under another guise
repition important, reputation not fortune
though I was fortunate, it was hard to notice horton
praise to the doctor, metaphors for healing
been a force with feeling, opens doors in ceilings
benefits appealing, to consumers when teething
people angry competing, without finding a meaning 

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash


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Bicycle Beds

Written February 26, 2013


Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge 
To ride tricycles instead

We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards

A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight

Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath

This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet


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Like wild birds flying

The shadow falls as night arrives
like the kiss of death it blinds my eyes,
and in my mind the colors break
this blinding, innocuous life in wake,
a sound begins like distant bells
it chimes like time- my fear and hell,
and eyes still blind to what may come
I know the sound; its feathers drum.
The colors for a moment take
my mind from its insistent snake,
it slithers through my heart and hides
and from my dark depressions rise,
colors- like wild birds flying.

The night a trap, uncertainty wailing
I know my hearts a brittle, pale thing,
yet in the dark of sky and heart
I feel the feathers as they dash their marks,
of this sensuous life I forgot to remember
its sparks ignite like undying embers,
colors of life as it should have been
like a cold nights sweat, wide awake in a dream,
and the pain of the past sometimes shrill like a scream,
its sound- like wild birds flying.

"Don't go!" I cry out, but the dark fills me out
its prevalence still endless surrounds me,
I must wait for the day, when the light clears my way
and to life I'm availed by dear time.
But oh time I deplore, with its ravenous roar,
melting new into old, painting dark into cold,
to remind us that nothing can last!
Still I will watch for first light
when I can join life in flight,
and feel- like a wild bird, flying.


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Marble Eyes


Somehow among the hidden leaves of time
when quietude swerves on a road
leading me to reach for waning hours,
there is a lush of evening's breath
panting inside those marble eyes

that if I gaze long enough into darkness 
your iced look will blink,
to open windows that are locked
by hinges creating knots enmeshed.

The distant screams paint your irises
jutting out from a frame of hard lids
buried deeply on frigid weeds-- 
and the night loses its elegance

while your crystal tears invade
the shining glow behind the lamp
within your eyes---I learn to understand
how confidential this time is 
when you fade away, knowing not I am there.



Gabby Sabre
Metaphor: Crystal for nette onclaud 
06 March 14


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Love and hope

Love and hope
-Nikhil Chandwani
In the frosty of an ancient first light
That lazily lingers on;
Love, will give you hopes

In the middle of an intense storm
That trees you tattered and worn;
Love, will give you hopes

Even while your tears fall like rain
And your sour soul screams aloud
And you believe there’s not anything missing to gain
As you walk lost in a crowd…

Love, will give you hopes.

When your heart begins to break
And you think, “No more can I take,”
Love, will give you hopes..

When need outweighs your means
And you have not anything left but dreams;
Love, will give you hopes.

Even while your tears fall like rain
And your sour soul screams aloud
And you feel there’s not anything left to gain
As you walk lost in a crowd…

Love, will give you hopes


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Monsters and me

I create monsters  
Then  I wait  in ages  to hunt me

Monsters  in dreams as  I introduce
Become real  hi t  haunting to me as I  work

They  made  me pay the bill never  on time
Dreams and wishes  garble in  sparkly gluey  neon dark cloud


Than every thought  haunts  as I live by them
It is a kind of monsters hidden in cloudy day in darkest cloud

They have very special kinds a  I introduce from  my birth
One is so kind the other everything about  is greed 
Third one is mirror watching what you have done
Monsters hunts me and fight them in  my  each  day


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Prime Mover

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,

as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.

Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.

He, the one true Incarnation  
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress

with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.


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MONEY BANK 2

Let the stream of cash in, flood-gate
Like the Casino, I'll keep chips in your plate
Big-ballin', throw it in the pot, high stakes
Don't sleep, keep watch for fakes and snakes
So much dead pres' to burn, it's a crime
Surprised I ain't in the Feds, doing hard time

Making all this cash, you could say I invented it

Moving fast, speeding, put up a road-block, no preventin' it

I'm on a roll, pull out the spikes, can't flatten my tire

Gettin' this money on the low, but it takes me higher

Selling Mary J, Molly, and that white girl, no prostitution

Moving X and D, in the middle of finding a solution

I ain't doing algebra, money plus problems equals murder

Money talks, and all I hear from you is a murmur?

You poor, but I ain't talking 'bout serving drinks

I'm Balling, my chain's like a fence, got a lot of links

Back then, they locked me out, cash was the key to the door

I started from the bottom, got it from the floor

Dirty money, let it accumulate, sweep it with a broom

Wipe-out the marks with a mop, keep a clean room

Money keeps me ahead of the game, avoid defeat

I'm on the road to success, it's a one-way street


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Oh Walker's Will and Lander's Way

Oh walker’s will and lander’s way…
Did not we grow in love’s dismay?
while wandering by the garden path
that led us to “the grapes of Wrath”
but also by the Lake of Tow ....and woe
still... on we wandered … did farther go
to where the wake of Willing’s way
slammed us like the tides…to our final days
against the side of Trivial’s Pass
no easy going, unto the last

So Now! Away my love!... turn now away!
The sky is dark... tis end of day

no more to walk hand and hand
no circle to be broken 
no promise in sands
of time...ticking time ...that has now stopped
the boom has struck... love's hammer dropped

Let us land …in this peaceful place
in this subjective joy… in an objective space

we journeyed long unto the bend
of bow and break...relent and lend
but even we must greet our circle's end


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The Price

Shivering in silence
Fading in disgrace
I can not name this feeling
But I can recall this place

A kingdom in my nightmares
A vision as I wake
A broken, crying infant
On the throne of my mistakes

I stand outside his city
On the verge of stepping through
The portcullis then closes
Because I’ve denied the truth

Quietly I listen
For the price that must be paid
If I ever wish to enter
I must find something to trade

My sanity seems willing
So I release it into night
Again the vision’s singing
Burning through the light

This time I am crying
Deep within the walls
And in this empty kingdom
A child mourns within his walls

Shivering in silence
Sat upon my throne
With sanity now traded
I am left to fade alone


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LAVISH 1

Got some Hamiltons, chasin' Benjamins
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream
If you're 'bout money, join the team
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream

Doing everything B.I.G

Murder competition, killing spree

Take over the game, strong arm

Robbery, sound the alarm

My turn to reign, it won't cease

Running things, but I ain't a sprinter

I'm eatin', belly of the beast

Got more paper, than a printer

I got dough, I make cake

Interfere, raise the heat, let you bake

Cream, forget 'bout other religions

I got bread, stay feeding my pigeons

Call the team Birds, 'cause we all fly

Tell by the clothes, it ain't a lie

Money hungry, grab a plate, feed the team

I'm brilliant, got a lil' money scheme


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Homecoming

Whether or not to touch her hand Is the pertinent question now She led me once to a slumbering gorge Made me dive into it And I was completely drenched With the soothing fountain that Lay there untroubled for millenniums I feel doubtful Whether she really showed me the face of the ancient Banyan tree, engulfed in its serene silence Whether made me listen to the rumbles Of the long-lost rivulet Still I find the shelter for The homeless bird in her eyes


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Burnin' Knuckles

   Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
There it goes,
But you don't even know your destination so,
With a shake of your head,
On goes the trip,
And a whispered three words, 
This isn't it.

  Guided by a light,
Of thirty or fourty feet,
But your being driven by a heart,
That has forgotten how to beat.
 
   Oh No,
Here we go,
Another mile turns into another night,
Another day to drive right outta sight,
Ohhh it's a rollercoaster horror ride.
When looking over burning knuckles into the road,

   Oh it's a roller coaster horror ride,
Lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
An' there it goes,
But you don't even know destination so,
With a shake of your head,
On goes the trip,
And a whispered three words,
This isn't it.
 
   On it goes_ this isn't it,
On it goes_ this isn't it,
Your trip_ Into the unknown,
While lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
And guided by a light,
An' a heart_ that has forgotten how to beat.

  Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
Strainin eye's on a light that guides,
Our way through what we dont know.

   Ohh it's a rollercoaster horror ride,
Being guided by the lonely nights,
While lookin over,
Burnin' knuckles,
Into the road.


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Exist in Dreams

A dream that dances in waves, and mirrors all you do
So you dance, and hope that some day the song will come from you
This dream is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
The song is picking up speed, so it’s follow or fail alone

A flame that flickers in sync with the shadows by your side
The rain puts out the light, and causes you to hide
This nightmare is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
But this song still hasn’t stopped, and so you dance alone

You cherish sand on the banks of a path winding through a storm
This desert trail is all that you see; too blinding to look beyond
This path is all that exists, and the only way to go
Holding close the sand as you sing, just so you’re not alone

The sand is part of the storm that makes you close your eyes
But now the wind starts to slow, and the scenery makes you cry
This life is all that exists, and the only way to go
The sand falls through your hands, and you carry on alone

A love that blooms into being beneath the darkest skies
Is a life that will venture out despite the lonely nights
So scared, but so unafraid to find what you need to be
Despite the fear that prevails, and tells you what to see

The flames steady and still, and a shadow kneeling down
The rain cleansing your heart as all your fears drown
The sand creating a path, and shielding you from pain
And now, with the wind at your back, you remember why you came

To dream a light shining out for all the world to see
To be more than you think, and beyond all that will be
To create a desire to be the creators of our dreams
To become the mirror of self, and reflect our unity


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Dating a Black Girl

You
tried to define me
reduce towers to rubble
the relationship imploded 
now who's in trouble?

controlled demolition
you must have pulled it
tho' I didn't see you do it

steel washed to grey
you weren't harmed
but you were gone
yes, you were gone
somewhere secure
hiding, smiling

                  I was crying
                  I was dying

days changed to years
your victory thrills turned to pills

swollen swine
honey, you rolled in the mire

your lost kiss haunted
yet my motivation was fine
                  
                   yes I realigned 
                   yes I realigned
  
you lied a thousand times
you lied a thousand times

tears flowed rivers, yet time was on my side
the gods glued me back together

and where are you now girl?
                  
                   hell if I know
                   hell if I care

I cared for you, but I don't stare back
the past is gone
I've heard where you live
and exactly what you'd give to be back here in my arms

you turned our world to black
take a sharp look at these callused hands
                  
                    they'll never take you back
                    no, I won't take you back


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UPGRADE 2

Step your game up, time for an upgrade
Stomp all over you, call it a parade
Watch and learn, let it marinate
What's next, they all anticipate

This ain't Charades, but I keep 'em guessin'

Apply pressure, got these haters stressin'

Don't know what to expect, like a blind date

Like eating at a buffet, I got a full plate

Take over, give me the opportunity

For this sick flow, there's no immunity

There's no doubt that I'm the best in

This game, I guess it was destined

Tear things up, like a paper shredder

Not talkin' cheese, but I got cheddar

Man, I got more green than a gulf course

Now I got all the connects, I'm the source

Like electronics, I plug people in

You should bet on me, if you wanna win

Like a biography, I'm the truth

I built my case, you see the proof


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Children with Masks

Broken in your shadow
And lost within your light
The child who chooses ego
And the man who wants to fly

Embracing every sanctum
Which enshrines your dying cause
To be the one to save you
And forget those scars and sores

The love you now desire
The only good you've known
Will end with how it started
In the pain that you have grown

With loneliness now clinging
Your memory rotting out
You chase the same old reasons
That will make you scream and shout

Your heart now lacks forgiveness
For what you have become
The spiral-end of nothing
Mistaking blindness for the sun

A visage of perfection
This man is just a mask
It reflects your hate on others
As the child selfishly attacks


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track 18

thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream,  caught up mentally 
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
 hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve


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Bite

Take a walk along the side of the tracks
And you’ll be getting all that you’ve been driving at
With your, snake like grip
And ruthless eyes that despise
There ain’t no compromise

You’re slithering 
Just like an animal
It gets me worked up
Hard with just a little pull
So let’s skip the bull
And cut right back
To the fact

Pre-Chorus
You been teasin me without a please
Hugging me without a squeeze
Pushing over boundaries
Just one time too much

Verse 2

Ya know ya asked me once 
If I could be your apple
I said “teacher please”
But you said “See me after”
But I’ve got work to do
And a mouth to feed
Know what I mean?

Pre-chorus





Chorus
And she said “Take a bite!”
You know it’s all in the rhythm
Take a bite
Just thrust with your hips now!
Take a bite
Don’t squeal like a pig
Ya know it’s all so good, cause it feels so right

Take a bite!
Ya know it’s all in the wrist now
Take a bite!
You know it’s all in the kiss now
Take a bite!
Don’t squeal like a pig
Ya know it’s all so good, cause it ain’t so right


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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


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Contradiction

I’m my own worst enemy
Reality seems to challenge my sanity
I’m in a state of constant contradiction
I’m Batman, Robin Gotham city.
Can’t define myself, I’m meaningless by definition.
I’m my own worst enemy

I have everything I want except what I need
I’m not bias; I care about the colour of your creed
On Ramadan my sins I feed to fast on Eid
I’m a Christian walking with an evil entity.

I’m in a state of contradiction
Balanced yet unbalanced; I’m the problem and solution
I’m a smoker complaining about pollution
Can you see the irony in my conclusion?

I can concentrate
but 
Can’t pocket-pay attention
I have eyes to see 
but
The world perceives for me
I have a brain to think what my mouth could question
but
My heart fears to mention.

If my actions don’t make sense to you count me in
Sometimes you have to lose to win
A good man’s soul can be lost and never found
An evil heart can be love-bound.

Once you perceive the futility in turning a blind eye
Perhaps
You could be 
The change you want to see
The change you want to be.


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Realm of Tranquility

Wrap your arms around me,
Lure me to your tower.
Voice sweet like honey can hold so much power. 

Dancing with the Devil, 
Such a pleasant place to be. 
Let me dip my toes into the sand or just let me be. 

Carry me away from all this, 
Let me be free. 
Let’s fly away together,
Deep into the sea. 

These voices are so maddening.
Rip apart my soul.
I’m losing all control.
I’m losing all control.


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The Glow of Soft Truths

the glow of soft truths
tucked between the folds of the heart

radiates through the coarse fabric of each fleeting day

transcending the hurdles that litter the way

extinguishing the trepidation and the unfounded fears away

beyond the very now with an eye firmly gazing towards the coming morrow

where genuine peace may be found while dispelling the nasty sting and the solitary sorrow

and when that moment is finally found

when peace and mirth is felt all around

the bliss may seem plentiful, and the being with simple joy may abound

without a word being spoken

without the din, the static of the endless drone

so infused with soothing music, yet hardly making a sound

for the truth of peace that lies in wait

just beyond the corner

is a truth that may never be sought

or bought

for that truth of peace must be ushered inside

until deep in the soul it will then quietly reside...


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I've Taken My Licks

Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Where each new day we get one lick.
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick.

We find some licks filled with madness,
On others the caramel we taste.
Some licks start with joyful gladness,
But later with sadness, licks are laced.

Adversity is a certainty so we tolerate,
For each day isn't filled with glowing.
When taste is waning its growing late,
It's about finished, if stick is showing.




















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Sheep in the fold

One sheep two sheep three sheep go

Four sheep five sheep go where the others go

Six sheep seven sheep walk into the door

Seven sheep going to where they do not know

 

Eight sheep nine sheep walk into the door

Ten sheep eleven ’cause the other ten do

Twelve sheep thirteen see stains upon the floor

Fourteen fifteen march to where they have to go

 

Sixteen, seventeen heads start to roll

Eighteen, nineteen sheep have left the fold

Twenty many more follow as they go

Following stains and sheep heads upon the floor.

 

(c) Nyonglema


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LAVISH 2

Got some Hamiltons, chasin' Benjamins
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream
If you're 'bout money, join the team
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream

I'm a vendor, selling fools a dream

Overcharging 'em, call it extreme

Vain indulgence, simply lavish

Free money crash-course, get rich

I'm big eatin', you haters is starving

It's crystal clear, your ribs' touching

I bet big, raise the stake

Join me, win, catch a break

Not a scrooge, so I break bread

Everybody in my team are well-fed

Remember one thing, cream

Money keep flowing in, like a stream

Heading to the top, we was submerged

Started to invest, instead of splurge

From piss broke, living in the projects

To corporate, completing projects


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Wandering Alone

While wandering alone, with not anything  to do
My mind became packed, with selfless feelings of you
Photographs scattered on the floor, eyes well up
Stuffs I could have said, stuffs I should have done

The language of words that make two as one


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Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


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Book of Will - Will

Welcome to the first entry in the book of will
Where lyrics and emotion mix to show how i feel
Bred from stars i shine like a man of steel
Looking for a master? Believe me i fit that bill

An intricate mind blessed with lyrical explosions
Not just poems, i rap with deadly repercussions
My brain transmits like an electrical storm
Immense intellect risen from years of pain and scorn

I'm complicated, mind a little bit mysterious
Playing tricks on you, have you thinking that you're delirious
My syllabus for this is that i speak my mind in rhyme
Backed by a musical sound my fingers unwind

Some hate me because my mind a little bit complex
Who knows what it will think out next
Syllables catastrophic to the intellect of misinformed
Leaving people devastated, destroyed after a storm

I am Will Will i am and i Will terminate
Shocks to the crowd as they try and relate
I welcome you, keep track of this book of will
It will surprise you when you see the way i feel


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Hey Bartender

Written 2010


Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies

Oh he's your only friend 
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"

You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair

You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car


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In A Writer's Mind

There's a reason by my rhymes, but the angles acute,
Read inside of the lines, I'm only heard by the deaf-mute
The dead truth, is questionable you ask me for a fable
I'll let you respond to your self, see if your mind is able

'Cause Cain and Able, solved the first problem with violence
Violence will always be an option, until the devil is silenced
Let the violins, string on but there's never gonna be peace
We're missing a piece, unity is what we need at the least

Let the beat, roll on so you can vibe out in your zone
Let it provide you with privacy, so in the beat you're alone
And know, that inside of the beat is a million thoughts galore
Walking into those thoughts, is like opening up a locked door

You clocked war, within time the battlefield will immense
You're in the mind of a writer, and the war is intense
In past tense, it was hard but you made it and you slayed it
You knocked on a writers mind, so the writer portrayed it

In A Writer's Mind, you see through the Earth's core
In A Writer's Mind, you boil the lava and you destroy
In A Writer's Mind, you're a warrior in an innocent frame
In A Writer's Mind, you turn the alphabet insane


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Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?


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For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat


From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.


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Ouroboros

A pit filled with snakes
And a loaded gun
I jump in to escape
My burning tongue
These lips leaking fire
My eyes so cold
I dread to imagine
The hate I’d mould
But still you persist
And I refuse to speak
There’s pain running down
My tear-soaked cheeks

And I’m so alone
Around you

The bullets aren’t hitting
A single snake
Injecting their poison
In to my veins
But still I evade
A single glance
In to your eyes
I refuse your hands
As I spit and strike
With all my rage
Into myself
With these vicious snakes

Because I am alone
Without you


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That One Guy

He is living poetry.
Each beat of his heart is a word
and the verses of a thousand 
unwritten poems flow through his veins.
His pen acts as a channel 
for his life's essence to pour out
onto paper.
Each poem born of him
lives and breathes
as he does.


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Alchemical Summoner

An alchemist in history’s tome
My past a tale of creating my own
My energy spent on the pain
I conjured forth from living in shame

A creature came, riddled with hate
The sun would burn his delicate face
I summoned him from darkest depths
A symbol of the loss that I kept

He stared at me, all smiles and rage
Creeping through the shadows at day
At night we spoke in whispered tones
The death I sought had invaded my home

The world I feared no longer held weight
When compared to this monster’s hate
He speaks his mind and I come undone
His twisted plans could bury the sun

He knew so well, the pain that I’d seen
He multiplied each loss ‘til I screamed
But still I learned, and I was in charge
Despite his tricks and these alchemical scars

Now here I am, standing in love
For all his hate, he still holds me up
In quiet pause I learned his name
In knowing truth, our demons are tamed


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Vampire

To cause someone such a pain was not enough
Than to choke the void with shame would conquer love
To give someone this emptiness as a gift
You would fill the box with lies and wrap it up with promises 

So reach inside I just dont care
You wont find anything in there
Just a broken heart made of clay 
And arteries filled with a bitter taste 
I just thought I could be your friend
But your fangs were sharp in the end
What I see in your eyes is a liar
The beautiful death of my vampire

Turn on the TV to turn the silence down
Because the voices from inside they echo loud
Feeling dragged until the finger nails are all torn out
As the taste of my dying pleasure drips from your mouth

So rip my heart out through my spine
I'm sure it won't hurt as bad this time
You see Im not made from paper mache
I will not easily tear and just blow away
So you won't crumble me up again
And throw me away with the wind
My bitterness has cut a frown into your smile
The beautiful death of my vampire
~ ~ ~ ~ ~


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PLAY-BOY 2

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

Plenty of fish in the sea, you gotta' use the right bait

Move fast, early bird gets the worm, don't be late

I'm a player, I attract all types of women

Get 'em all wet, like they're going swimmin'

Switch 'em up, more than I do my clothes

Got a different chick at all of my shows

Can't choose, there's too many to pick from

I beat that thing up like banging on a drum

Like fishes in water, I got 'em hooked

Chicks galore, schedule's filled, like a library I'm booked

We're in the bed more than hospital patients

Take my time, make sure she's satisfied, I got patience

They call me the Hulk, all I do is smash

It's a hit-and-run, not talking 'bout a car crash

Call it the thing on the side of your bed, one-night-stand

Kinda' like a hit TV show, I'm on demand


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with thanks to Don Henley

with thanks to Don Henley...

...an echo of her laugh

whispers past

a simple joy, a gentle breeze

of quiet reflection that can never last

the fleeting innocence once drifting along

then disappearing into the notes of that Don Henley song

the end, he sang, of the innocence once felt

of days and of nights of serene peace

gone forever now, 

for into the night's void everything must eventually melt

though the memories and the thoughts 

and the echoes of her whispers

settled this gypsy heart, putting it at ease

but that's all long gone now

even though the echoes of her whispers

seem never to cease...


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My High

Another dose
Of the good stuff
Poppin all night
5 syringes 7 drugs
But it's not enough
Another dose 
Of the good stuff
Smokin,sniffin,inhaling
Cloud 9 of all highs
But it's not enough
Another dose 
Of the good stuff
Drink after drink
Shot after shot
Chug after chug
But it's just not enough
Take a high way drive
Feel invincible
Laughing
Joking
But oh so serious
110 mph
But all I do is
Sing
Write
Draw
Dance
Create
My talents
My skills
My love
My high


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For Joni Mitchell

for joni mitchell...

wistful strands slipping by

of grounded dreams

that i once believed would fly...

strewn around this emptiness

where once there soared,
dreams, not of riches

but of simple happiness...

'both sides now' you sang,
from within

and from a feeling of being without

you moved me so, i cried, i laughed

i wanted to run into the falling rain and shout...

'its life's illusions that i recall' your voice soared and dipped and with life breathed

as every one of those words you sang

tore into me, as my very core seethed...

not with bitterness or loss or with feelings even vaguely sad

your words seethed and burned through me

igniting memories of this life i've shared...

with those who aren't illusions

of those who've embraced me

each time i've slipped and taken yet another fall...

for like you...

'i really don't know life at all'


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Cap N Gown (Angel of Sadness)

I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and a new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 
In and out of foster homes 
My only comfort was pulling this holster alone 
From school to football practice 
Academy award winner 
my moms was the number one actress 
From football practice 
to back to those two huge oak trees 
A metaphor is simply that cold winters choked my knees 
And I know it’s gonna hurt 
Seeing “Class of 2005” imprinted on my shirt 
Maybe it’s me being selfish 
But how could I not tell you without a kiss 
Like me expecting to go to war 
and forgetting to enlist 
High school memories was fun and games 
Embarrassment was done in by shame 
Senior days are now numbered 
Summer smirks ever so humble 
Along with my peers 
my misery is pumping me up to fumble 
Still I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 



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Synchronistic Riddles

An undisclosed confession
Voiced by things unseen
Expressed within my purpose
And written in my dreams

So quietly I tell you
Quietly I sing
Of all the truth I witness
In the depths of everything

With synchronistic focus
Divination's gift
And in enigmatic silence
I pray the veil will lift

These dreams are so elusive
They play within the shade
And just as I might glimpse them
The visions start to change

They dance within this statement
They observe from in my mind
Their riddles go unnoticed 
As do all the clues I hide

Yet I see them in my mirror
I can catch them in these words
These dreams are from our future
And from a past that goes unheard


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The Deluge

The Deluge.

finally the deluge

skipping in rhythmic heartbeats
the softly sprinkling rain

hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts
the weary evening
 
glistening leaves
on beaming trees
 
blades of grass shimmer
like rough diamonds strewn about
 
and settling in my heart
is the softly lilting touch
of peace
of truth
 
of the rain clearing away
the debris of this passing day
 


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Walls of Berlin (Angel of Sadness)

Will I grieve you, only if you grieve me 
Said you couldn’t rest 
So I lay in this casket with you 
A bouquet in a basket, why risk the truth 
Delusional I may be 
A happy ending, a sympathetic conclusion 
Is something we’d pay to see 
Cross your arms and lay with me 
The aspects it’s okay to be 
You or me, whom shall we grieve 
There are certain things I need from you 
Like we feed 
There are pertinent things I need you to do 
As we grow to be adults 
We simply do what needs to be done 
Across from the morgue 
Smiling faces soaked in with the sun 
Outside these walls of Berlin 
Suited individuals call for her sins 
Will you grieve me, only if I grieve you 
Through the many hours of this day 
Tragic circumstances flower our May 
In a declining sun set it reflects from my window pane 
A metaphor of my life lived in feign 
As if I demand that you be my friend 
Take this childs hand to the end 
Down those spiral steps 
Admire the depths of a single breath 
Your or me, whom shall we grieve? 
A mother dropped her bags to comfort her daughter 
On and on through the years she brought her 
These missing links of murder 
Kissing a stench never before heard of 
Full of bars, cool as scars 
Precious jewels of mars 
Like I lost my tongue 
I’ll start a thousand wars 
For I will not be forgotten!!! 


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Walls of Berlin (Angel of Sadness)

Will I grieve you, only if you grieve me
Said you couldn’t rest
So I lay in this casket with you
A bouquet in a basket, why risk the truth
Delusional I may be
A happy ending, a sympathetic conclusion
Is something we’d pay to see
Cross your arms and lay with me 
The aspects it’s okay to be
You or me, whom shall we grieve
There are certain things I need from you 
Like we feed
There are pertinent things I need you to do
As we grow to be adults
We simply do what needs to be done
Across from the morgue
Smiling faces soaked in with the sun
Outside these walls of Berlin
Suited individuals call for her sins
Will you grieve me, only if I grieve you
Through the many hours of this day 
Tragic circumstances flower our May
In a declining sun set it reflects from my window pane
A metaphor of my life lived in feign
As if I demand that you be my friend 
Take this childs hand to the end
Down those spiral steps 
Admire the depths of a single breath
Your or me, whom shall we grieve?
A mother dropped her bags to comfort her daughter
On and on through the years she brought her
These missing links of murder 
Kissing a stench never before heard of 
Full of bars, cool as scars
Precious jewels of mars
Like I lost my tongue 
I’ll start a thousand wars
For I will not be forgotten!!!