Ole bass haunts the pond.
His back spasms and he's gone.
Just a silt shadow.
Misusing jargon and
confusing complex words
he became Dabber of idious
right before my face
his voice and online
presence
made him more exceptable to my
belottlings.
Saying I spoke such when I didn't
was fair game in such exchanges as I collected his words
to make him spectacle among his friends.
then might the words be spoken
to ruin what had been said as
queit and strong a type
of presence that ladies loved
and woman adorned.
When he began to speak I found
him vulerable to beleifs and superstitions.
Having music in the background often made it worst
as he then was a charcter
for folk to make a specticle of.
In the shadows of the city, where the beats collide,
90’s underground, raw and bona fide,
Biggie’s flow, Tupac’s fire, blasting through my mind,
Graffiti on the walls, stories left behind.
Gritty streets, heavy bass, drums hit like a punch,
Respect the roots, the essence, the lyrical crunch,
Pure and independent, underrated and true,
This is dope times ten, nothing else will do.
From West Coast G-Funk to East Coast grind,
Every lyric a gem, every rhyme defined,
Chopped samples, stories woven tight,
Hip-hop’s heartbeat, alive in the night.
The Last Poets, Black Panthers, voices of the past,
Echo in the rhythm, built to last,
Raw, gritty, nostalgic, a head-nodding trance,
In the underground’s embrace, we dance.
Heavy gratitude for the real, the raw,
Mad beats, heavy truths, the soul’s in awe,
This is the sound of the streets, unfiltered and bold,
90’s underground, forever gold.
Tristanism and Isoldetation
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Written By:Piegato Al Suo Volere
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Sculped by the happens I stood frozen
a statue on a pedestal
to which occurrences the creator speaks
each asseveration a new script to follow
Often he'd cite others looking at her
or some smiling and gaining her attention
he di it so often until I just
started cheating on him she told a friend.
to which had been found untrue.
She had meet him while
having a relationship a half hearted relationship
another guy she said it seems we meet those
who love us most within days of each.
One relationship faded and another sprung up
insurmountable trust issues open doors to
new loves she said.
Oh than are we loved
might the nights keep
us lonely
only to find love and
be disappointed
an ode to understanding
that I might determine
my unavoidible fortune
String of Evening: Bassoons Night
percussive rhythmictation
all is right
As the bass thunders through my ears
Some stress disappears
Pent up anger releases
Full body tension decreases
Music is my way to let go
I freeing feeling to feel less low
The bass must be at one hundred percent
For any relief or content
Bouncing off every wall unrestricted
Only my mind inflicted
Everything has to vibrate
For my soul to mitigate
The toxic feelings I have developed
To not consume me and envelop
My only way to control
The deep pain in my soul
Summertime
in Louisiana's Big Easy
bass are jumpin'
and the cypress grow high
no your daddy ain't rich
but your ma's not bad-lookin'
so fish a little bayou
won't you try
some of these evenings
they're gonna rise up flyin'
and they'll spread their wings
as pelicans take to the sky
but 'til next mornin'
there ain't no one can charm you
like Acadians or Cajun standin' by
With apologies to Edwin DuBose Heyward (1885 — 1940)
"Cake and Jingle"
Written by
Aria Sooth wants
And
"Groovy" A. Staves
She's the "Glam"
Gotta say she's glamorous
Soothing and sexy
Charismatic
Yeah she's got charm
She's the "RIZZ"
You know what I'm saying
With style and class
With main character energy
I love her smile
You know she ain't playin
attractiveness
We all agreed
she got that
Type of popular appeal
The soft launch
We got something
Going on
New to you
She and been dating
For sometime
Is it delusional
To say I am
Her only one
Am I crazy to say
I am her man
Did the first creature to crawl
out of the proverbial, primal primordial,
onto the sand,
feel like a fish out of water,
out of its depth,
when high and dry on land?
With no wish to carp or cock a snook
I won't leave you in the lurch
but oh my cod take a look
what a plaice to perch
as just for the halibut
putting seahorses out to paddock
is enough to give one
a severely bad haddock
so no red herring I don't flounder around
take a peeled eel flake of baked hake
plus a pinch of pickled pilchard
and an ichthyic sandwich make
but if my words are vitriolic
you may grunt and kiss my bass
as it's all a load of pollock(s)
cool clear pond
dragonflies buzz above surface
hungry bass eye them
The purple bass
was held by the Voice of Rock
Notes were strummed
like the feathers of angels
That is they sounded beautiful
in the sunset sky above
Flagging socks in worn-down boots
shiver in storm-soaked suits
wriggling worms cast as prey
off ghostly piers, rods bend and sway
dawn awaits her cue to enter
grouper and bass flash front and center
solitary rowboat far from shore
kerosene lamp lit no more
I have known the stillness of a quite night.
The softness of a song heard only by the heart.
I want now the single melody of your touch.
To feel your fingers as you stroke
the chords of your guitar.
Whether you tune me or make me sing
I am yours to strum now.
All I want is for you to hold me.
She discovered why he smiles
so pleasantly towards her.
But she couldn't allow him to
think anything permanent or
futuristic. simply due to her lack of
not being anywhere attracted to him.
His freind told her to let him hear how
she cursed and smoke in front of
him: this would surely turn him off.
This would put any feelings towards
her to rest. Yet neither to inspire or
encourage him she did so.
His stomach soured towards her without
any regrets or furthering. In fact he began
avoiding her. Compare the dlow or
transference of: to either counter or clockwise.
The nuclei comes together
as the perfect absorber Her words the linear
line equal to. Musicality related verbs in genre.
The Flow. he walz the Flow.
The Quonset could be used. If Digging and Berming it
would be feasible and suitable for the task. The flat area
is unique enough for a house.
by: Dr. Moun Anion Ampere
Ensign Dynamic Inc.
A Company Electron Entity
of Brusa Crom Music LLC
Bundle and Game Matrix
of Blackbody Physics
and Subwoofers
Brusa and Kantanka
" Bassa De Tremble"!
Want to take a ride on my flying bass asked Professor Crash.
We did not know what to expect, me and my monkey, Dash.
Dash held on at the bottom in case he got the urge to drop.
I swung my trunk around in the air, hoping it would never stop.
The ride was unusual; I felt like an adventurer, about twenty.
The clouds were in our way, and believe me, there were many.
I yelled to Dash “how are you doing down there, little guy?”
But I think he had dropped off, somewhere out in the sky.
Okay yeah
that's what I'm
talking about
that's the way to do it
yeah aint know thing
like what it surpassed to
somethings got'em going
keep that groove
flowing
thats the way it should be
yeah we got something going
we're on the right path
success is just
moments away
lyeah
yeah
yeah....
right there!
yeah!
yeah
yeah!
just like that
whoo!
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