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Long poem by Kenny Gwena | Details

The Apparition at Shaggala

A tweet in time prompted nine
And looking up, I spotted you
Essence of elegance
Glamorously gorgeous, and being inspired
I sat down to write
Watched as streaks of mental energy 
Turned to strokes on the canvas in my head
I see the world in pictures and try
To portray them in words
When you get a chance ask me why
And I’ll tell you how this works

Upon reading the piece again I smiled
Tapping my foot on the kitchen tiles
I thought the thought was brilliant
I have always looked back inside
To the moments of inspiration 
In my creative endeavors and tried 
To unlock the secrets 
To my own artistic awesomeness 
Or lack thereof, someone might say

Sometimes I see no point in being polite
I’m already judged and my role is predefined
Sometimes I think my outcomes
May have been already determined
But still I write. There is no harm in trying

People listening to my silent speeches
Might think of me as vain

And yes, I have been called that 
And other less flattering names
It bothers me very little what people think of me
Or what minor conclusions are made 
Or what rhetorical trifles buzz in their speech
In which they attempt to restrict me 

To me it’s all a sign of weak intelligence 
Some of it posing as wit and insight 
I try not to prejudge such presentiment
But neither do I ignore it 
It pays in this investment
It pays big to know what others are thinking 

Now I tried to picture the subject in her totality 
To see how she might have looked as a character
I peered into her wide eyes for quality 
And tried different complexions, blue, 
Green, hazel, black, brown and other hues
The easiest I could achieve was brown 
To match her skin tone
Ebony, caramel or olive, and I said “wow”
Given more time, I could achieve more 
With a few tweaks on eye color 
And a few tricks of light and a stroke
Of serendipity, I could have it done 
In a few weeks, or perhaps in one

At this point I conceded I was no sketch artist 
I might do well as some kind of director 
This business was stealing all my time 
I am more a satirist than I’m an artist

And I moved on to her clothes 
It couldn’t be avoided
And I had learned the important lesson
That the clothes make the person
She wore a distant looking cotton skirt 
With what appeared to be tiny flowers
In bloom
Typical spring wear 
A white tank top might be a good match 

My goal was not to objectify 
But what woman is fully woman without cleavage? 
And what is man without a trace of mischief?
So I lingered upon her upper body for a while 
If I was going to do this right, I had to take my time 
Somewhere in the background of thought 
A persistently blurry vision of me dithered 
In the periphery
I was not the central thought behind my present thought 
But I was there, disaffected, without influence or cause
A shadow to my own creativity
In a world that was already but not yet  

I replayed the scene from what I had written
I stood back, peered over and took another look
She was a picture of innocence 
Beauty beyond measure
But there was agony in her voice when she spoke 
If she spoke
Her words were too cold for comfort 
Bitter consequences

I said “Tell me no more” 
She opened her mouth again to speak
I placed a lengthy index finger on her lips 
And made eye contact; she closed her eyes 
And let out a soft gasp, soft like her lips 
That was the unintended effect 
And my move a selfish one 
My outside appearance was brazen
But inside I melted
I peered back into my brain for a place to hide
And words came to me like a whisper

They had given me the hush-hush 
But I had it on a reliable hunch that 
Out there somewhere 
There still existed legendary loveliness 
It could not be forever lost
So I devoted myself to that cause

It was a rigor of life only a desert hermit might fathom 
I traversed land and sea, like a lost phantom
Looked here and there
Checking and searching this and that space
Making slow progress, but determined
To catch a glimpse of that which haunts 
The ragged edge of sleep
And then I had an epiphany
 
I knew that I was getting the sort of blessing 
Usually reserved for saints, for
Just as doubt and despair were settling 
Into my desirous heart 
There she was, ineffable grace 
Silently pretty, solemnly nifty 
I felt myself getting suddenly shifty 

But could I be blamed?
She kept my racy mind on its feet 
Wondering things and asking this and that
Where, to be trite
Have you been all my life? 
Your effortless beauty slays me
And reduces all allure to a drab shadow 
All that matters fades in the light of you 
You have the magic to curl a lonely smile 
To send the mind in tailspin 
There is beauty that inspires awe 
Don’t you care that I perish beauty beyond measure?
A memory to be savored and treasured 
What, I ask, can a man give?

Copyright © Kenny Gwena | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Quincy Mac | Details

Rhythm And Poetry

        Damn where is my mind at, striving and finding the best way to adapt,

            Collapsing the conditioning through written raps that never nap,

                   Don’t close your eyes, these rhymes defy your beliefs.

                  Nature and what’s happening, everybody, yes you too! 

                   Most likely you have never asked profound questions,

  Is it even worthy, thirsty is the seeker observing wisdom and understanding,

                  No I’m not planning these out, narratives given to you,

               Through clues freestyled, an art of Rhythm And Poetry, 

               Rapping word beside word, said and read come together,

                           Sparks ignite vision, sight given for later, 

                    Experiencing brain stimulation, you begin to wake up, 

                              Listen with love, In-depth concepts, 

                                                  Blessings, 

                        But left and right hemispheres are needed,

                                 Read this with an open mind, 

                             Story Rhymes that revel and reveal,

                        To get to higher levels you must be serious,

                 Having occult knowledge of both natural law and evil!

                                 You chose! up or down hill? 

                          Climb high but most chose to crawl,

                                     Fools do foolish things, 

                                  Seen through their actions, 

                             The consequence of their mind set,

                 Are you enjoying your flowing motion into poetic lessons?

                   Writing from height, psychology might be the answer,

          Advanced software everywhere, is your consciousness connected, 

                            Is it switched on? Energy fed to neurons, 

                    Jumping synapses collapsing the conditioned mind?
 
    I chose deprogramming, bringing the awareness of mundane daily routine,

                                 Seen as a chore, Is this a flaw?

                                      I skateboarded last year, 

             Had no fear and disappeared into the everlasting existence,

                                  External interactions teach me, 
                          
                                               Day to day, 

                     These are new ways of seeing into the distance,

                 There’s no way I display this as folly, I bring the fire,

                      Within a decaying society I kick my cars tire,

                      Rewired mind programming is expiring soon, 
 
                                Is trouble zooming towards you?

                               Detecting, detecting, these words,
        
               Finding bombastic blasts blasted to you as you're reading,

                             Bringing ignorance into your equation, 

                               It doesn’t survive on certain levels,

                               It exists in the 3 Dimensional level, 

                     Humans are outclassed by our current world empire,

              The Elite hold Higher Ancient Knowledge and the Art Of War,

              I see with wizardry leaving imaginations where they are born,

     I want to achieve and settle the score, I don’t want to ignore it anymore,

       I’ve seen and been in between, I want to dream dreams as I’m writing,

                 Bring enticing ice cream nicely presented and delivered,

         Heard on time, straight to the point, comprehended by visionaries,

                     Imagination’s playing with deadly consequences,

                 Through word juggling lessons given these sentences,

                             Rest in peace, with the rest of them, 

                           Your system is in a state of malfunction.

Quincy Mac
Date Written: 24.8.2016

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Dakota Burroughs | Details

Rapping about Jesus

I'm here rapping. 
All my fans their clapping. 
All the haters laughing. 
I don't listen to haters. 
Even if their bunch of dictators. 
People don't believe in me. 
Why should I be rapping for free.
I'm out here with a goatee.  
Some people say I'm crazy. 
Some people think I'm too lazy. 
Eating biscuits and gravey. 
Out rapping slim shady. 
I'm better than 50 cent. 
I should be the new president. 
I don't rap about gangs and drugs. 
I don't rap about crips and bloods. 
I rap about the bible. 
I'm God's disciple. 
Now I'm on a trial. 
Everybody turn around and start a revival. 
Playing football. 
Learning off of grandpa. 
Waiting for college. 
So I can gain some knowledge. 
Prove people wrong. 
Prove to them that I belong. 
I never had to smoke a bong. 
Being an inspiration. 
Proving people that God is the reason of creation. 
When I spit flames. 
That means I don't play games. 
I rap about Christ. 
Showing people I'm not afraid of sacrifice. 
Just like Abraham. 
Hells a scam. 
Jesus is the Lamb. 
Everyone dabbing like cam. 
Some people are addicted to weed. 
Some people are addicted to speed. 
Some people are addicted to beer. 
Popping pills 
And drinking kills. 
God I fear. 
I'm addicted to mountain dew. 
That's all true. 
How bout you? 
If you haven't noticed. 
I'm a Christian. 
This isn't just another religion. 
I have no competition. 
Proving to people I can be a musician. 
While I'm on this mission. 
I may not be the best representative of a leader. 
I'm definitely not the best teacher.  
But someday God may want me to be a preacher. 
I believe I'm a good enough speaker. 
For with God nothing shall be impossible. 
God gave me rapping skills that are unstoppable. 
However I'm not very responsible. 
God is phenomenal. 
If you're humble. 
That means you're not getting into trouble. 
But sometimes you may tumble. 
You're soul shouldn't crumble.  
Jesus died on the cross. 
I'm rhyming his word like a boss. 
Finding the people that are lost. 
I'm rapping hopefully I got the right beat. 
I can't rap about the street. 
I'm not struggling on my feet. 
I don't need money. 
I got my aunt Bonni. 
My friend is a dummy. 
I think I'm funny. 
A lot of rappers go F BOMB F BOMB F BOMB BOMB BOMB BOMB. 
while I'm like stay calm. 
I'm sorry if you think I'm con. 
You really need to turn your bible to psalms. 
When I'm afraid I put my trust into you lord. 
I'm happy that I don't have a ford. 
Your word is a lamb for my feet a light on my path. 
While I don't have to do the math. 
God is great. 
There's no need to hate. 
Let's go fishing we need to find bate. Are you saved yet? 
Are you still the devils pet. 
Someone needs to buy me a freaking corvette.
I'm not rich. 
So sometimes I feel like I wanna switch. 
But I know the devil will snitch. 
The devil is a lie. 
If you listen to him you will die. 
If you don't listen to me then I'm sorry goodbye.  
God will only work if you try. 
God is painless. 
Satin is brainless. 
Jesus is famous. 
Demons are faithless. 
Call me a Jesus freak. 
Call me a Jesus geek. 
The truth is what I speak. 
Help set em all free. 
Change the music industry. 
Help people find God's identity. 
Let's start a revelation. 
Let's give theses people bible education. 
Tell em about Noah's ark. 
Which is a bible trademark. 
There were dogs that barked. 
Pigs that squealed. 
Monkeys that ate bananas they peeled. 
Jesus was the only one that could heal. 
He was a better ball player than Bradley beal. 
I'm rapping at night. 
Not trying to start a fight. 
But talking about Jesus gets me hyped. 
The tears he shed. 
The blood he bleed. 
Jesus is my hero. 
All I can remember is to stay narrow. 
Nothing like the pharaoh. 
Demons Die. 
Angels Fly. 
Satan lives in fire. 
God lives in desire. 
I can't wait to see his empire.

Copyright © Dakota Burroughs | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Mario Vitale | Details

Free Styling To The Extreme

take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street
tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please
as busy as a bee making sweet history
there's a battle for your mind I'm just the walking blind
society is not my game inside of my cause there blind you see from most of reality
there is an army of peeps out in the streets crystal gold down to their feet
with shattered glass on the walkway I came to play
the stage is set and the studio is fine all my critics can kiss my fat behind
homies try to control me with their dope analogy but why even bother it  gets even sadder
like nothing more to flatter the steps upon my ladder so here it goes
it used to be dope many years ago let the truth be told that folks used to smile
when i was a child I used to dream big dreams of both kings & queens
living in a land that is so very mean yet many are rushing too fast
everybody lately wants to get by on some free pass to pass
the stereo is blasting higher and higher blown up in its fullest desire on a wire
everybody feel me among my dope melody many folks will let me be
pump up the music so you can hear a way we can shed a tear
long hair on your birthday where we come to pray yet some may claim it ought not be that way...
flirting with fire in blown up desire coming down to the wire a gun for higher
got the hook up peeps on this dope joint fine grafted in from a delicate design
beats to the rhyme rhyme for the reason its just the changing of the season

block parties with steroe blasting watch how you acting & i'm not bragging
folks that carry everything inside we used to help thank God your still alive
but todays news you sing the blues and let things slide coming along for the ride
rap is still hot just take the word to the street and watch your rhymes to the beat
taking it to the city where cash is king people scream eating delicious ice cream
blind people so mean eating at fast food places such as Burger King
minus the races stuck in Peyton places we tend to make a lot of mistakes in
flirting with fire blown up in its fullest of desire getting much higher
Jimi was right by saying "Excuse me while I kiss the sky" !
almost every drive by someone gets capped from a nine in their eye
but give pause to think as you wink in earthly bliss in a caught up moment in time
Solid gold moments from our past having so much fum with a hope that it would last
so you sit back in your bleachers staying up late night watching another double feature

Laughter is the best medicine while your stuck in seventh heaven
therefore gain wisdom and in all thy getting gain understanding
free styling to the extreme while living in a land so very mean
Creatures of habit in the night with long viscious fangs that fright
eyes of blakened faces of death we all will come to unrest
rap it up I'll take it so you don't have to fake it
will bust a move to show improved knowledge of the underground sound
we are built to last we are raised to shine created in a beautiful design
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man that take home the money
nothing phony cause I got my degree cause all of life is but a mystery
got something up my sleave as you rest your case in your Peyton Place
don't try to hurt me again my ill but forgotten friend with whom I came to depend
It's either my way or the highway couldn't have it any other way
life is filled with mistakes some call this their fate but here am I to date
what's been done has all been done before such as Tony Sack kicking it with a two bit whore
Keep it in check as I let this last line flow bust up the beat & Increase the tempo

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by jalani jenkins | Details

im back

Stand back 
Here comes the hurricane
The storm is worst then a earthquake 
Ima gas planet like Jupiter & saturn
Sufficication no life just toxic gas 
Blow u to pieces 
It's so interesting 
Reachin for me is like reachin the stars in the solor system
U'll never get to me son
Think twice before u wanna try me
The size of Tyson
Gorilla in the mountin
I dominate this with out fear
I'm better then most u hear
Hate the truth 
I don't give a ****
I'm not the type to smile about *****
I'm smart I osverb the poetry,biology,philosophy,history & literature 
I mind **** so many people
It's like a video game I'm playing with my brain
I go off like I'm on speed
I'm so crazy in the brain 
I can't stay normal
I puff good green 
To keep my head good 
Most of ya wack 
Ya fake take the make up off
I'll spray u with the hose proudly 
Ima problem child 
No one can touch me
U couldn't be me if u took Notes & did research
Ya talk too much like ya was the broadcasters on the news
I'm far from the sun
But I have a heated temper
The flame I leave on the mic it can't be out out 
Call the fire department
It ain't gonna do any good
The savage poet on the loose
Taking mc's out 
Eating em out like oral sex
As long it don't stink ima eat u out the frame 
Ya like on the breakfast menu
Put u in the cementary 
U forgot I'm the grave digger
I dig graves for fun
Most of ya dig ya own graves
Talking about money cars & hoes
It's annoying 
Its having a Knat in ya ear while u sleep
Ya niggas stupid most of ya belong in special ed
The graves I dug
I show no remorse
I'll continue I'm iller then a bad cold
Cough it up u like swallowed hair
Inhale the good *****
Never the doo doo type
U style is lame u sad go to the circus 
Marry the beard lady
U envy me like the rest
I'm slick 
I can scoop a lesbian turn that ***** inside out 
Niggas hate on me I know they don't like me
Ya niggas are ugly it's like u got scraped with a fork 
Sit down 
Watch the king at his best 
I can take many sittin on the throne that's how ill I am
Take em out no competition 
Booyaka it's gettin real 
It's scary the nightmare on elm street
Coming for u in ur dreams 
**** Freddy Krueger 
I'm the true grim reaper when it come to takin souls
Take u out Ur misery 
U a kid in a growns mans world
Ur breath smells like ass & fish 
Take the mic from ya ur skills is dry 
Buy a toothbrush mouthwash and a pack of gum
I'll put u in the graveyard
Dig ur grave 
Dress u up with ur hands crossed with ur eyes open
Ain't it terrifying 
Sign my name on ur casket
Put u in the dirt put u 6ft under
Ur gone ur forgotten
Goodnight sleep in piss *****
Wack niggas wanna be down with the j
But my circle is small 
Sometimes I don't roll with em
Ya Niggas closet fags
Stay on my dick keeping my name in ya mouth why
What ya in love 
**** off i ain't into that 
Going off like I was in Vietnam fighting Vietcong 
Beating my chest like King Kong before he fought the t-Rex
I'll kill ya lawyers
U soft u wouldn't hurt a fly
U talk a good game 
U a motor mouth
****ing with me
Ima cobra ima spit venom right at u
Watch u shake screamin louder then a chick
Goons always got em on dial 
Bloods 
Crips 
Latin kings don't get it ****ed up
I'm nasty as a mold growing in a corner in a bathroom(eww)
**** that 
Worse then a bushy pussy with a fowl smell(gasp)
What's gets worst then that
I can think of many 
My mind is like a computer 
The power is on
I'm full of energy 
I said enough I feel I'm done
Adios I'm ghost I killed it enough

Copyright © jalani jenkins | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Tadon Archer | Details

Twisted

They had his life story twisted as he plotted his death in advance
outsmarting his enemies evading cops and *****es
People hated him they wanted him dead
They said that he was good for nothing
Humiliated him showed him as a negative image in the public trying to
take him down
Telling the viewers he is nothing but a thug and a negative role model to
the children
But that’s what racist people do they care less about a nigga that trying to
make a change and get out the gang life
He was a poet, a rapper and a political leader in many of his fans' eyes
Always encouraging them to hold on and stay strong things will get better
and tomorrow will be a better day
He was a motivator speaker always helping the poor and the hood
He wasn’t afraid to claim where he came from
He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind when things weren’t right
A lyrical genius that had his enemies spook and fans confuse
A lot of rap stars were envy of him because they weren’t as real and
talented as him
So they started riots and destroyed his sense of humor tried to drive his
fans away from him
They wanted him to fall
And his life couldn’t get any worser when he was shot five times in
Manhattan by two armed men
On his way to the studio not knowing he was going to get shot
He was set up by a snake that acted like he was his homie
I guess his rapping buddy didn’t know what hit him
Because he had to take the blame while the true phony set in the
background and orchestra the hit
  
And the one who did it is still living repping bad boy records signing
people and then sacrificing them just to rank higher and get up to the
highest club
It’s a shame how can you still hold your guilt for so long for almost killing
your own kind
You’re still being controlled by a white man you didn’t even shed a tear
when your homie die instead you celebrated
Because you knew on the business side you were going to blow up
You’re a cold hearted person and the only thing you care about is money
and fame
Selling your soul and going through gay rituals just for money man you
gotta be mess up
And my guy was marked for death because he wouldn’t **** Quincy Jones
in the ass
So what is the music industry all about?
Do you really have to sell your soul and do gay things or sex orgy in order
to get what you want which is money and fame
Man ya got it all twisted because I thought that you rise to the top
because of your talent
Not doing insane things like changing your religious and worshipping the
devil or sending many of your fans souls to hell doing blood sacrifices or
voodoo killing people
Man this game is dirty all the real people are either dead or gone
somewhere far hiding from the secret societies that’s trying to kill them
And now we’re stuck with these phony ungodly rappers on TV That sold
their soul and did crazy things to get where they are at
Now what type of example are these so call rappers to the children in my
community
They are nothing but puppets slaves that has to take orders from their boss
in order to sell records
What a shame but nobody will never be the greatest like Makaveli retire
from the rap game and still making millions
While people are selling their souls trying to make a million

Copyright © Tadon Archer | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by James Edward Lee Sr. | Details

Git YO PRAIZE ONZ

holler say what
yo yo yo
all the saint over there rise on up
git on up
everybody else where
git on up hold them arms, hand and eyes up toward the heavens
things gonna git better 
(when you)
Pray
(when you)
Praise so. . .
git yo praize onz git yo praize onz
praise up git em them feet in them shoes
hold you head up stop feelN blue
and let's dance holiness comin up on me
and I fee like rising my hands and movin my feet
to the natural beat of the spiritual son
holy rhythm got me praising God
time for us to bust a gut
and let us git up, git up and git out of this rut
singN shouting everybody rejoiceN singing and shouting
Git yo praize on
Git yo praize on
the minister and the choir all shoutN
Git yo praize on
Git yo praize on
and the children sing tra la la la la 
and the choir sing halleluiah
and the congregation sing tra la la la la
and momN them sing halleluiah
and when ya don prazing sit down and say AMEN
But maybe the sprirt won't let you rest you might want ta git up and do it again
Git yo praize onz
cut a rug stomp yo feet
dance fo the Lord move like yaw mean it
stomps kick the devil in the face
he's already defeated and it feels so great
and its good to praise the Lord
and it's Okay to sing and shout
and it's Okay to dance before God
so let's cut a rug, slide the linoleum, slip and slid on the wooden tile;
rejoice and shout dance and prance this praise thing could last a while
                                Praise RAP
YO, LET ME HOLLER @ YA CUZ WE CAN HAVE THE SAME PRAISE ONZ
I'M UP YOUR DOWN ITS TIME ITS TIME TO GO UP DOWN
GIT YA PRAISE ON, UP DOWN ALL ROUND MOONBEAMS PRESSING GALAXIES STARLIT WONDERINGS OF HEAVENLY HOSTS ANGELS ARE PRAISING WINGING THEIR WAY ON HIGH WHILE THE CARIROTS RACE BY
WITH A BET AT LEAST LET ME FOLLOW
AND NO AM NOT A DOG DON'T NEED NO COLLAR
I'M SAVED AND SANCTIFIED REBORN AND FILLED
DON'T NEED TO APOLOGY JESUS DIE FOR ME ON CALVARY HILL
AND WITH THAT ON MY PLATE
AIN'T GOT TIME TO HATE NOR RETALIATE
CIRCUMCISING, MEMERIZING, DONKEY KNOG, HONKEY TONKS
USE TA GIT HIGH AND DREUNK NOW I RAISE MY HANDS UP
(TO JESUS YA, TO THE FATHER OF ALL GOD YA)
LIFT THEM UP, PRAISE THEM UP
THROUGH FIT AND FAME LIVIN SHAME
NOW REBIRTH NEW CREATURE IN JESUS NAME, THIS IS THE FACTS DON'T WANT THAT OLD NATURE BACK
LET'S GIVE IT UP, GIVE IT UP TO THE KING JESUS
PRAISE UP, GIT EM THEM FEET IN THEM SHOES
HOLD YOUR HEAD ALL YOUS
RISE AND SHINE JUMP AND PRANCE
LEARN TO DO THE HOLY DANCE
git ya praize on
git yo praize on come on come on git on git on and come on come on
git yo praize on come on come on git on git on and come on come on
git yo praize on come on come on git on git on and come on come on
git yo praize on come on come on git on git on and come on come on
git yo praize on come on come 
git yo praize on come on come 
git yo praize on come on come 
git yo praize on come on come 
git yo praize on 


Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian
June 03 2008

from anthology "St. Luke 5:Two 6 "  2008(c)



Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Darren White | Details

LOVE'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT - Collaboration with White Wolf and Space Cadet

SECOND DRAFT

quite a shame, try to treat love like a game,
mother never said -- ya could of been bolder
only thing left you got’s cold, your icy shoulder
come on like an avalanche, snap like a tree branch
gave someone love, just didn’t say it then
on your knees for no one to please, when

I wonder if you knew love didn’t flow

the way ya knew when you use to show, and
spread your wings, screamed 
Love’s Obscene! again and again
you soon found out, taking to give nothing
leaves nothing to gain?

car ride beside the guy next door 
is now a baby's cry every time she awakes on the floor
nothing short of a shame or for what for 
Spring only has her love growing in spite of your doubt 
But you'll soon find out, that love is what it’s all about.

Spring only has one love growing older, wonder why

mama never reveals your cold shoulder no more
nothing short of a shame, not so much a game
time got you an icy red-spot blizzard, hear 
your snowstorm avalanche snap the tree branch

don't tell some one ya love them and leave just a name

Februari 6, 2017
White Wolf
Space Cadet
Darren White

***

FIRST DRAFT
It’s quite a shame, how you treat love as a game,
Your Mother never told you that ya could of been bolder,
The only thing you’ve got is an icy cold spot,
Ya come on like an avalanche but snap like a tree branch,
When you tell some one ya love them but just can’t say when,
You’re like Summer on its knees with no one to please.
I wonder if you know that your love doesn’t flow,
The way that it should, do you know you could,
You spread your wings and scream, that love is just obscene,

But you will soon find out, that love is what it’s all about.
Ya, ya, ya soon find out, love's what it's all about
Ya, ya, ya soon find out, love's what it's all about

You ride your car like ya ride the guy next door
He yells like a baby every time you make him
Come on, you're a witch, you make this guy twitch
Like a jerky twerky perky pig before it's getting eaten
But you make me feel like I'm beaten.... yeah beaten

But you will soon find out, that love is what it’s all about.
Ya, ya, ya soon find out, love's what it's all about
Ya, ya, ya soon find out, love's what it's all about

Nothing short of a shame, love not so much a game,
Your mama never told you that you got a cold shoulder?
The only thing YOU got is an icy cold spot,
A blizzard, snowstorm an avalanche but snap like a tree branch,
Don't tell some one ya love them but just can’t say when,
You’re like Spring on its knees, only itself to please.
I wonder if ya know that your love doesn’t flow,
The way that it should, Do you even think you could?,
You spread your wings and scream, that love is just obscene...

But you will soon find out, that love is what it’s all about.
Ya, ya, ya soon find out, love's what it's all about
Ya, ya, ya soon find out, love's what it's all about

***

January 18, 2017
White Wolf
Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Mario Vitale | Details

Get Back To The Basics

get back to the basics busting fat laces running the bases
it used to be cool to obey the golden rule yet that went out the door in 64
open the door for your neighbor then you can chill on a different ice cream flavor
getting fat beats to the rhyme  at the rhyme as a reason in the changing of the season
walk with me talk with me through the passage of time get things in line
went back to the old sand box playing jax bringing along your lunch box sack
have I hit a tender nerve yet the time you'll never will forget
start spreading the disease out living as you please best to get down on your knees
homeboy talk a lot is that what he is doing you bit off more then you were chewing
get back to the basics in flirting faces trading spaces all over each places
remember is was customary to carry your book for your girl that was quite a thrill
take to the limit one more time with Slick Rick & Doug E. Fresh putting you all to the test
there was a lodi dodi in the house where we like to party cause Snoop can do that to
so what's new today getting Eminem to stay free styling on Trump free stylying while the dials on
snap shot moments of the past having so much fun with the hope that it would last
the streets today move faster then ever before some pay a visit to cell block 9 but that is fine
got Pumas on my feet spliff on my sleeve going to the dance hall scene
breaking down rhymes all my critics can kiss my fat behind cause I'm doing fine
Nas, Outcast & Drake never busted a move in such a fake for one step forward then two steps back
turn your radio on to here the words of my favorite song with Akon featured with Fetty Wap
drop it down with fire blowin it up in its purest desire ccause I want to take you higher



this just it so let me begin cause I came here to win in my perfect ten
suckers want to end me to but up the economy but bitches still on me but no I ain't phony
sit back and relax as you bask in the vast expanse between space and time
get back to basics as you remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime
sipping on Rum with a hint of sugar for my teeth getting something sweet
your a miracle baby ain't nothing a bit shady working on making that baby
just maybe I get the hook up going stronger then ever before
next you bit kicking it with a two bit whore screaming out more
get back to basics to set the dial for one more time going to wine, dine & sixty nine
holding my own when my hands on the phone but some insist to stay all alone
life can be a struggle so bartender make my Martini strong like on the double
working together like both Fred & Barney Rubble to stay out of trouble
see ya on the flip side squeeze while you out busy as a bee
going to walk that miracle mile in my hour of power in fullest of desire
until someday you'll see your name up in lights never give up on the fight

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Shawn Padilla | Details

Freeing the mind

Im not even in the spot light. May be talented but the way I'm living is the cause my body rots right? You few friends, the fans read my stuff it helps you through a gloomy night. I am very talented maybe even godlike. I need to  change my act and, reach a new height. I appreciate the way you call me on my wrongs. So this will not be just another one of those songs. My cousin said he spends his life afloat not drowning in a fifth of Hennessy. I think that today and wish to make a new man of me. Even though I dont drink the nasty stuff like crazy. It attacks my thought so I cannot let it faze me. This time I need to help someone and amaze "me". These cigarettes that I continue to ingest are gonna eventually spread and than infest. This body is human. I need to kill the pest. What if one day I wake up and can no longer preach. It hangs upon my lungs and voice like a leach. Kicking this will be harder than putting up with a sirens most annoying screech. If I am a revolutionary than this is a door I must breach. The government hands me these sticks and I continue to smoke. In reality to the government it makes me a joke. If I let this take me over and allow me to slowly die. How can I ever open and let my mind truly fly. I will give this my hardest try. To remain not that average guy. The greatest addiction we all have is letting corruption make us depressed. Try hard for a job and it doesn't matter how well your dressed. Give the law your greatest show. Fight with your all and go toe to toe. They don't wanna hear it don't wanna know. You simply need to only walk down the street. See homeless veterans without limbs, how do expect this man to get on his feet? Take your kid to school and hope for a great life. See others along the way beaten with scars and unimaginably bruised. Rather it be a bully, or tempered parents there simply used. Then we wonder why they shot up a school and were so short fused. Go to the mountains try to enjoy the nature and the trees. There's more buildings and the animals hide so all you hear is the silent breeze. See raids breaking out over black and white. Abraham and Martin got assassinated for us to not even attempt to see the light. You stomp upon a flag that gave the idea to see another day. Upon it are soldiers, brothers and, sisters lifeless body lay. Why do we fight each other can't we find another way? Band together in revolution and give our children a peaceful place to stay. The enemy exists inside our brain. If we let it soon we will all be left insane. Im gonna let go and attempt to relieve my pain. All that's left is mine to gain. Walk through the storm with a smile and truly feel the rain.-swp

Copyright © Shawn Padilla | Year Posted 2016

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