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Hear Nor See

Not nowhere near a mastermind just highly inclined 
To turn mental pictures into verbal masterpieces
   Not really into the rap hame message want get through I'm
Gone be honest unless you got a gimmick or sell big drugs don't nobody hear you
   Young black man going through the struggle don't nobody
see you
   These days you gotta use social media get your followers up
but if it ain't making them dance it ain't what's up
   The rap game done switched to you tube views instagram the 
Hustle is likes that's how these new cats getting rich
  Artist don't want record deals everybody independent
made top 10 greatest hits 2 pac didn't make the list tell
me this who had more hits
   All I'm trying to say is I don't think message gets through
Scarface tell real stories if your not him or have a gimmick
Don't nobody hear Nor See you
Form: Ballad


Premium Member In Collaboration With Paul Le Mat and Manuel Padilla Jr

Paul Le Mat, the guy
Who drove the yellow roadster
in American
Grafitti starred in the show,
Aloha Bobby & Rose,

With friend Manuel
Padilla Jr. who played
The little kid in
The Tarzan series of the 
Mid-sixties as Jai, Scarface,

Also, Grafitti,
Wanted to cash their weekly
Studio paychecks,
But they knew of the hotel
'DO NOT CASH' memo, but they had

Known of this sucker,
Behind the desk chiefly named,
Tom, so I did cash
it and made two new friends for
the longest two minutes, e'er.

***Manuel, who was two years older than me, has since passed but Paul, who was in his early thirties at the time, is still kicking at 73 years of age.


Date 08/28/2019
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Form: Tanka

Violence By Way of Fantasy

STOP! This is the updated version
So now I guess this is the REMIXed version
Now the ONLY version
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Click the back button if ur ears r still virgins

I'll make blood drip down ur face
Throwing hands and invading ur space
I go to war like Scarface
Shell casings dropping like dimes
I told you too many times
Don't test me at anytime!
I will set ur ass in the grass
I'm all up in ur face like SMASH!
I might let u get up
Give u a chance to man up
If ur ready to fight The Champ just step Up!
Like Cassius Clay, I'm light on my feet
Bareknuckled and knocking u on ur seat
Talking trash put my fists on repeat
Spit out like rhyme sellers
I feel like it needs a hook to make any dollars
Gangsta Rap like Tupac
Investing in ass whoopings like it's a new stock
Don't let this pretty face make u think u can beat me
I will teach u to respect me and want to be me
Be careful where u r poking
I'm always laughing and joking
Come at me wrong and I'll leave ur ass smoking
Ask this guy on the floor choking....
I'll take ur lady and walk out of sight
Stepping over bodies leaving this fight
Leaving only one to tell the tall tale of that night
Poetic justice is what will be served in that fight
Words lift ur imagination to heights of insanity
Ending this the right way would cement my destiny
But there is no right way to end violence by way of fantasy...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Annals of History

Review the annals of history
   Murder upon murder you'll see

Start with Adam and Eve's son, Cain
   Who murdered his brother Abel in vain

Then there's Moses, the saintly lawgiver
   Who murdered an Egyptian taskmaster and shivered

The greatest of playwrights, Shakespeare, didn't hedge his bets
   He wrote of murder in 'Julius Caesar,' 'Macbeth' and 'Romeo & Juliet'

What of Abe Lincoln's assassin, Mr. John Wilkes Booth?
   His name lives all these years later, verily and forsooth

There's Lee Harvey Oswald, shot JFK -- ended Camelot
   Else his name wouldn't be worth a pee in a pot

Can't forget the serial killers, whose souls are damned:
   Richard Speck, John Wayne Gacy, Son of Sam
 
Not to mention the 'iconic' socialists you all know:
   Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, and Idi Amin also
   
In this century you don't have to rack your brain
   We've had Osama bin Laden, Bashar Assad, Sadam Hussein...

As for 'professionals,' Bonnie & Clyde are your bank robbers
   And how about ('Scarface') Al Capone for a celebrity mobster?

So, you want your name to be ever remembered?
   Just commit a few murders: Behead and dismember!
Form: Couplet

Scarface

You never know what another has been through until the blood spills from the scar

We met as just two broken people trying to be whole again and over time you began to fill all my pot holes

So, tell me again how much you love me and not just for the outside

Tell me you love the scars I have on the inside that only bleed when my tears soak into my cotton shirt

The scars that made me the broken masterpiece God saw before I could even think about being the person I will be in the future

Are my scars unsightly or can you look within the beauty

Because I am tired of bleeding and looking for the one who can bring healing

I am tired of hiding and I will not cover my brokenness just to make you comfortable

Looking into your eyes as I hold your face just tell me yes or no because I don’t think I could afford to have a scar from you

It would be the hardest thing I ever faced 

p.s. but I’ll be ok when I’m reloaded…
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Nucleic Coronalizing Starbreaker

waiter waits for what eater repeated owes  
weeder and seeder share a dish of blackcrow  
bleeder feeds pleater ancient historicity spore  
debater fingers slayer by his triptych meter foretold  

delayer is the later ladder is a leader  
heater warms hot water for pessimistic bleater  
feeder and the breeder share one tether seater  
deletor utters what reader couldn’t shouldn’t read  

teaser tases the taser tallowing blind build  
pleader prostrates before greater hater  
slater covers what the rater refused believed achieved  
render neater a pasteurized fleeter what is in the feeder  

the teeter is the tether  
gator is the greeter  
leper breeds the crater  
killer is a living giving beater  

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seder sets the table for the bleater  
x-ray sees breeder flayed through knot whole  
meteor deletes what is the longest tiny universe  
millimeter feet inches nothing measures unmeasurable  

seer teases what the waker dreads  
cheater your emotional beater crawling fastest dead  
slayer and greeter share one scarface grater  
later is the delayer tripped into uncreated crater  

    discourse already dispossessed buffets the maker  
    mediator utters  
    greater grater grader enters uncraterless recursion
Form: Rhyme

DAYS OF OLD 80's

 There was Red Dawn and
Crocodile Dundee.
    Full House and
The Lottery.

   Road Runner and
G.I. Joe.
   The Lost Boys and 
Cameo.

   The TMNT and 
Silver Hawk.
   Duck Tales and
Fraggle Rock.

   Family Ties and
Growing Pains.
   Pretty in Pink and
Purple Rain.

   Risky business and
Young guns.
Breakfast club and
Empire of the sun.

Three's a crowd and
Stand by me.
Honky Tonking and 
Human League.

He-man and
Ghost Busters.
Heathcliff and
Mario's brothers.

There was Full House
And Hairspray.
Scarface and
Expose.

Dirty Dancing and
Turner and Hooch.
Bosom Buddies and
Beetlejuice.

Madonna and
Knight Rider.
Prince and
Macgyver.

Night court and
Silver Spoons.
Flash dance 
And Dune.

Fast times at
Ridgemont high.
The A-Team
And 9 to 5.

Turbo1904 ?
age
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member For a Moment I was a Broke Furniture Moving Pimp

Fresh out of high school,
strong in body but dense in the head.
I once worked as a furniture mover.
 The company was owned by a friend.
One time, he and I worked twenty hours straight.
At 5 bucks/per, I felt like Tony Montana in Scarface.

Afterwards, I was invited to a speakeasy  
to play a little after-hours poker.
The warm beer was flowing for free.
Well, you know the rest.
I was busted in less time than it takes a robin
to preen his orange velvet vest.
My boss won all of my hard-earned mint.

Although I didn't have a license 
Drunk bossman let me drive his sweet Oldsmobile '88 home.
Though smokey-eyed and flat broke. 
I still was a happy little blue-collar pimp.

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