Last night met a strange man in a party
Maybe luckily he sat next to me
After introduction, started to talk
on topics felt exciting, stopped hardly.
Perhaps found it easy to talk with glee.
Hoped it'd be quiet dinner but who knew
the man next to me is silence's worst
enemy. There's no need for me to talk
thought why still sitting beside him all through.
All I did, was to smile and to eat, cursed.
As he didn't cease to talk, thinking to find
right word to define him being patient
and finally the right word came to mind
not chatty, not verbose, it's Loquacious.
~X~X~X~
Categories:
busta, spoken word,
Form: Sonnet
THEY CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
THEY ALL WANTED TO SEE
THE SPECTACLE
THEY KNEW THEY WERE A PART OF HISTORY
THEY STOOD IN LINE
ALL NIGHT TO GET
THE TICKET TO THE BIG SHOW
THEY WANTED TO SEE WHAT
GOOGOO MEIN AND GHETTO SUSCHII
HAD IN STORE FOR THOSE IN OPPOSITION
KARATE CHOPS AND JUDO KICKS
PEOPLE THE WORLD OVER TO WITNESS THE GREATS COMBAT
IN A SUITIBLE COMPETION
GRAPPLERS
WRESTLERS
BRAWLERS
STREETFIGHTERS
BOUT-MEN
JOURNEYMEN
TOUGH-TANGLERS
BOXERS
JUDO
GRECO STARS
AND
RASSLERS
ALL IN COMPETITION.
WHAT SUSHI SAY?
" MEN ON MISSIONS IN WRESTLING COMPETITION"
"IF YOU BRING YOU WOMAN FRIEND, TELL HER TO
WEAR A MASK, CAUSE WE CAN SURE AS HELL BET:
YOUR OLE LADY, WILL BE WATCHING FROM HOME"
"SOMEBODY GOTTA WIN, AND EVERYBODY ELSE WILL BE LOSERS
TELL THAT TO BUSTA AND BRUISER, THE NIGHT OF WRECKING IS UPON US!"
"THE WINDS SHUCK THE VERY FOUNDATION, AND THE ROOF FELL UPON US"
Categories:
busta, culture, leadership, music, repetition,
Form: Classicism
got know money
and you want love
want the hell you
thinkin of
yo' Momma say
you ah joke
cause yo' is dumb
and you is broke
friday comin and you want sum ass
so you ask yo' Momma for
cash
get dressed up like you
goin sum where
talk to people
who act like they care
ussa chump.....
break azz chump.....
wallet empty
and you on yo' stomp....
wait until you get yo' welfare check
maybve then you
get sum respect
bank day
bank day
rubba tubba tea key
translated she said it to me
bank day busta don't get no love
Categories:
busta, celebrity, music, myth,
Form: Ballad
NEVER BLAME THE MAN
WHEN HE HAS YOUR BEST
INTEREST IN MIND
WHEN HE ACTS NICE
A TREATS YOU KIND
WHEN YOUR FRIENDS
SPEAK ILL OF HIM
TO CAUSE YOU TO
DISAGREE
SO THAT ONE DAY"GIRL"
YOU'LL OPEN YOUR EYES
AND SEE
THEY'LL ARRANGE WAYS TO
CAUSE
AND MAKE THINGS GO WRONG
FOR YOU AND HIM
HE'S THE ONE TO
BLAME
HE SUPPOSED TO BE THE MAN
BUT THAT IS A PRECURSOR
TO WHAT YOU KNOW HE THINKS
SOMETHING AINT RIGHT
AND YOU KNOW THAT AINT REAL
WHEN HE SMOOTH HER OVER
THEY'LL SEND IN
SOMEONE HIS WAY
TO BREAK-UP THIS SHAM
AND SEND THIS BUSTA ON HIS WAY
DAYS GOES BY" GIRL GUESS WHO
CALLED, CRYING AND BALLIN
ASKING SLAP-JAWED
"OLE BOY, GIRL"
WANTING TO HOOK UP AGAIN
I TOLD HIM I GOT A MAN
I CAN'T LET YOU BACK IN
THEY GOT MARRIED THROUGH
AND BEEN HAPPY EVER SINCE
THEY GOT RID OF THOSE FRIENDS
THOSE TROUBLE-MAKING TRICKS
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY
BOOTEZ" THE BAMA" NEIGHCAFF
Categories:
busta, break up, conflict, friend,
Form: Ballad
Escape
Busta Senetto Sonnet
When I first came to you with rose and wine,
not thinking maid would ever speak consent,
yet hoping sweet words might then play this ear,
of tone conveying notes of thine ascent.
A nodding smile then made our minds entwine.
Now I do know that you are mine this day,
what I will seems what you desire the most.
and stringent social customs hold not fear,
it's vacation time on Italy's coast,
Love, we can anchor make in Naple's bay.
When light's dawn breaks the sky, Escape sets sail,
the weathe's fine, and I think breezes light,
look damsel, flying fish, a charming sight.
Ours may forever be a wondrous tale.
Categories:
busta, romance,
Form: Sonnet
Busta Sonnets
Old
A lonely bench in a path soaked with rain,
As the oak's orange leaves shiver and shake.
The old man sits with his cane in his lips.
His feeble hands rub together, only to break,
But he has felt true heartbreak, so there's no pain.
His old eyes look up and memories flood in,
As the orange leaves drift into oblivion.
Two children carelessly run around and play.
Such a happy memory, warm as the rising sun,
Something he hasn't felt since he was his kin.
The old man closes his eyes and looks back down,
His worn and patched hat falling from his head.
Rain falls once more and hits his fragile skin.
The lonely man is preserved on his bed.
As orange leaves fall in the rain, he musters a frown.
Categories:
busta, absence, age, angel, august,
Form: Sonnet
(Busta Sonnetto)
All thru the night she can hear beat of her heart
No one to share with what she can yet just feel
In the middle of the night you can hear her cry
His betrayal hurts her like daggers of steel
Probing her his love wasn't true from the start.
In the silent of night she feels round the cold
Like mad driven horses her thoughts can't seem stop
Some dreams reduced to ashes now dead on floor.
She's now aware that his love was false a flop.
The coldness of his heart only makes hers scowl.
She covered in blood love at her feet lays dead
All thru the night she tastes love's bitter sting
Her pain flows but her cry hides within her sigh.
Pushing her nightmare away she leaves her bed.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
April,22,2014
Categories:
busta, betrayal, break up, dark,
Form: Verse
Hold the pickles
And the mustard too
A real time functions
Having fun with you
She lies in disguise
A gooey ducks prize
A funky ‘ask why’
In a mustard; on rye
Catch.is.up!
“Busta move…”
he said;
”...Batters luck!...”
She taps the cat
on her heal at that
with spikes at the base
of her feet…
Hearts are sweet and
heat is the treat
when a honey and a
funky.squeak.meet
“wanna touch the ball babe?”
;)~
Q.Count! mutant
x
Categories:
busta, imagination
Form: I do not know?