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Penn Kname Poem
The restless mind needs a break
I wait and seek my tired berate
She slowly climbs into my mind
And cowardly reminds me of her kind
She lights a fire from within her sin
It starts so small and the vision begins
My eyes now shut in pondering stare
My cries now out while I feel her near
The web she weaves into my spine
Allows deceit to spin around
She climbs onto my visions of proud
And lays her eggs to spawn out loud
They seek and slither into my brain
Allowing the light to cause searing pain
I cry for her to stop her vein
She laughs and spins her web again
For hours this battle sees no end
Our scours believe their harm will mend
As she relieves my mind of torn
Her pain turns to numb my mind is born
A new
A new
She dies within you
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Penn Kname Poem
Absense makes the heart grow fonder
Did you miss me? A question for you to ponder
Even if you said you did not you are a liar
The bad ones back and its you that I am after
Before you jump through some hoops to look better
Paint your nose red to end all illusions of laughter
Drive in your little car that shoots water from the bumber
And crash in the fire pit created by me the helter skelter
Did you miss the way I used to play with your mind
Ask you pointless questions in ever setting rhyme
Makes you wonder how can I be so good at telling lies
What rhymes with stupid? Look in the mirror see your demise
As you get tattoos of pointless things on your body
Waisting the talent of art you scream for a lobby
Except noone can hear you cry as the ink bleeds
Into your skin you are marked like a farmer does to his pig
Branded from life is this what you meant to do
Pointless ink cant hide what its covering in you
Just as the numbers on the arms of all those harmless Jews
Marked to die your day will come as you kneel on the pue
Die for him for he died for us they said
Bunch of bullsht he committed suicide for what? the dead?
Gimme a break take the good book back to Disneyland
Tell Mickey Mouse to keep it locked up with the Pirates of Carribean
For he is much more a God to me
I can see his lies and deciet unlike the hero of creed
Glad you know whos boss in this underworld
Better get a clue before you brand yourself again in swirl
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2007
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I write unto the blank papers stare
A ball point pen in hand without a flare
The words enscribed should be a future quote
As I am the best or at least so you denote
I listen to your comments out loud
And damn you make me feel so proud
I know that I am one of the best
For you tell me so at least I can rest
I take your words in heart with pride
As I feel you only read what "I" enscribe
But as I read words from others souls
I see the same reply that you told
I read the same things told to me
You basterds are just lying to please
You said I have so much to say
I took it to heart as if it where a prayer
I scroll upon others works of "art"
You all say the same crap never heard a negative part
So tell me I suck so I can have pride
To be different than all these brown knosing flys
"You have so much talent why dont you go pro"
Tell that sh1t to the fool on the rope
"As usual you stun me with your words of hope"
I get tired of reading the same for all poets
Giving each other hand jobs for praise
If you didnt hate me now, I am sure your on your way
Do I give a sh1t? Hell no I just laugh until it hurts
At your pointless rantings of whos best on the blurbs
I speak my mind and tell the truth
Why dont you praise yourself and save time of the youth
As they have more talent than you
For they speak the "truth" and say "you suck" when its due
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"Color me red" this he did say
This is Satan and you must obey
The call of the wild for is it ok?
Who cares as I destroy the day
The red you color is from your vein
The ink that spilled from ever shame
You raped a child in the name of me
You will now suffer ever in eternity
I feel the words escape from your dying breath, "Please Lord dont take it out with
a noose around my neck"
For if you kill me you kill your religion, I promise you, if this noose falls through
the gallow then I will trek
I will find your kind in the after life, even if it down in the basement with your wife, I
will come and get you
You're the one who told me so, created my mind to enlist your blow, is this a
reason you are telling me?
That I must not fight but run away in flee? I'm a coward like you, you see, I die for I
believe in your creed
"My son you are not one of mine
I enlist your soul to preach my kind
You create your own from words of mine
Now rot in hell for the breach of time
And conjur a smell to remember your lie
Befriend your mind as you are left to die
Alone as you wish for your wish is a cry
You are no longer a part of my embassy
Trade your wings for the treatory that be
For a mask supposed to look like me
Horns for you stab at your constant envy
Dont you ever compare you with thee
For are weak and f&ck all that you percieve
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Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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He lay awaiting spraying cards
Beckoning with his forked tongue
Come here my son lay down your guard
Bet what you like it is only for fun
I started with a bet so small
A face arriving right at my door
The second led only to reveal
An ace of spades I had won my deal
This seems so easy it cant be true
I lay a bigger bet knowing it is due
Alas there came another Jack
He smiled at me as the devil played back
You have won again now bet it hard
You know you can beat me without any cards
Ride your luck as I did against God
And see where it takes so now bet hard
I lay the rest of all I had
Only to find the cards went bad
A five of diamonds shot out loud
Followed by the Queen as she did frown
His card was showing a souless ace
Asking for insurance I felt his embrace
I declined and waited to see with praise
He smiled as the card flopped over ..... a face
Thank you my son for your donation
Once again? He asked with quotation
I told him I have nothing more
He said dont lie you have your soul
If you win this you will be free
With all the riches and endless glee
I will even show you both cards
Double exposure for my disregard
I agreed and bet my soul
He lay both cards for the endless goal
His smile turned to laughter as he knew
His ace in the hole was on its way through
It dropped and so did my soul
I felt it pull out of my body whole
I lay in his chamber with all the rest
As I saw God next me in distress
For even he had bet his best
And lost to the one that he threw to the mess
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Whispers in your ear you fear
The child with no mother is near
As she promotes her soul within
To see you lifeless cunning grin
The warped faze and constant glaze
Undress your body with ever rage
As she smells fear from near your maze
Your mind at ease is restless peace
The clock strikes 12 tic toc heart stopped
She warms you up as her baby soft touch
Enters your cloned state of mind
From the cloned state of time
When things where in rhyme
Of a perfect loves chime
Ticking away the clock strikes 1
The motherless daughter shows you her fun
And see where it leads as she shows you who won
And see her heart bleed as her mother did once
The clock strikes 2 she reloads the gun
Points it at you as she smiles you hear the drum
Her heart beats loud keeping tune in her womb
As the trigger from her lonely motherless gun
Come to halt as the clock strikes back towards 1
She sees youuagain as you where back in time
Back in time when her mom was around showing prime
Back in time when she smiled at others with a crime
Back in time as she feels her heart stop in rhyme
Tick tock the gun pulled her shock
Back to time it did her
As the motherless deter
Bring your pain
Bring your shame
For we all are motherless sons
For we are all cowards of none
The same said for her
As the motherless daughter
Could fear nothing more
Than her shadow on the wall
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High noon announced the duel of the giants
Poetry and Hip Hop gunslinging the date was set
One accused the other of raping the verbal world
As poetry sighted the words of Poe, hip hop did hurl
"Cant you rock these lame %$# words in slow
That dumb %&# Raven needs to be defeathered bro"
Poetry stood back and shook his hands down low
Reaching for his quilt using hip hop as ink he wrote
"The sound of silence is gold when you release your soul,
I need to feel the heartbeat of man so go!"
Hip hop now breakdancing on the floor
Laughed at this poor attempt to show poetrys gold
"You call that soul? I see it as a blind man,
Using fancy words to hide your fears so grand"
As poetry began to write another line
12:00 o clock came up as the sun did shine
Both stood back to back drawing their weapons
As the countdown to the duel approached like a new son
3 steps forward both rhymers turned about face
Two bangs later the smoke cleared both were embraced
The two giants knelt to ground their hearts did bleed
This time not of words but of blood so clean
At the same time both died as they killed each other
Why not write about how we are killing one another
Black vs White, hip hop vs poetry
Same old siht but this time its affecting me
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Baby Jesus lay away in a manger
The three wise brothers brought him gold
Have you ever heard of the story of the stranger?
That brought the young pip an animal of cold
This stuffed animal was made with the remains of religion
Cuddly and fluffy like the feeling of tonic and gin
Sewn together with the hair of Jewish corpses
For he will die one day for their future sins
Or so they say.........
The little baby Jesus tossed away his gold
Did not give a sh#t for the jewelry and the mold
He gravitated to this one eyed plush of spun
As the tag on his foot replaced with "Made from Taiwan"
Baby Jesus would call this animal of odd
By the name he knew only of his father of "God"
As Mary closed her legs and removed her cigarette
She asked why? to the stranger as he shook his head
"If this is the boy of the God of it all?
Why is he white? When we know that they are "small"
I figured I would bring him a toy with one eye
For one is enough for a small gifted guy"
The leader of the nation or better yet the world
Should be endowed to enjoy all the girls
I give him a bear with the remains of "his" kind
As a reminder that he will never be mine
As I draw a line in the sand to choose
The line you see drawn is from the middle of my shoes
The footsteps on both sides are not from him carrying me
They are mine as I walk to my religion of ecstasy
Enjoy your bear Jesus, I will enjoy life
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Theres no pleasing the Devil for he is dead
Shot in the face by one of his own men
The bullet was inscribed with the initals J.C.
Could this the the janitor Juan Carlos's deed?
Hell no, pardon the pun forgive me
The time of death was 11:34 in the evening
The gun lay low still in the devils claw
Did the crazy son of a b1tch shoot out his own jaw?
I doubt that he would commit suicide
If he did he would have gone out with some more pride
Like taking out a schoolbus filled with Jehovas winners
Or running children over in a mercedes with 22" spinners
So let me see what spells J.C.?
Could it possible be the one who died for me?
I doubt that as his book says though wont kill
But then again his speakers finger children till they spill
The verdict is up to you but dont forget the robe
As you become the judge so crued and blame it on the globe
If it were up to me the obvious one with the intials J.C.
Jesus Christ killed the devil, what about the time you see?
11:34 is ironic for the devil to have fell
Flip the numbers upside down and it will surely spell h-e-l-l
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