The Official Poetry Thread

Revised


" Each is to help, all decisions were not thought of, it was a real deed, why was of its cycle, sitted as plain time ticked, words spoken soon gone, and was nothing of it, but once would have been discriminating, all saw was what was to proceed in some way, that all stayed is it a problem, for there are no conflicts at the moment, waves blew forward, to their roleful state of action, others could only watch and went, whilst coping the other, for is different, but try to understand, may be how it is conveyed, by the patterns for all times, in its rays".

The grains of sand observe the pains of a man with indifference/
When freefalling re-calling shameless plans of increments/
An instant is defined by a second thats combined with a lesson/
Time is perspective a seductive ocean, condutive lotion/
Tastless, invites you to waste it, but sum obstruct the motion/
An instrutive potion of enlightenment, thats heightened when/
Innocence Nixes ignorance inside divine and righteous men/

its hard to imagine invisible horns on ni66as we hang with,
its hard to live lavish with a life torn and damaged,
minds rotten established get boiled with the beef and cabbage...

I pray to my father, that he may give me the strength and energy to wake up every morning/
My father prays for my safety on the streets, Other mothers wake up to a different mourning/
Senseless acts of random violence plague my city, as mayoral candidates promise change/
History repeats itself, their words are lies, the winner will win.... But brothers will still be begging for change/
That's our future, Detroit city is gone, deleted like that, we allowed the typist to white us out/
While outside Detroit suburban teenagers worry about who they are going to take out/
While I plead in my vehicle that no one stands in the way of me as I commit a robbery I hope there is no one I have to take out/
You have to do what you have to do to survive this is my life/
And God grant me the strength to withstand a 25 to life/
Sentence history repeats itself I told you all, my seed is on this path, and he was even before he was thought to exist/
I wouldn't want to exist If I knew life would be like this/
I'm not a thug, I try so hard, Kweli don't know how hard it is just to get by/
People tell me to follow that straight line that straight road out of povery/
I was born in a circle, there was never a straight line for me to follow/

History repeats itself

Khan, Napolean, Hitler who will try world dominance next?

History repeats itself..........

as the rays of the sun shine bright on my face

i find it hard to concentrate

to many things disturbing me

maniacs try to murder me

but thats a norm in our society

i wonder ... do people still care?

are people still curious

what would it be like ...

without the violence and crime

the only thing you cant lose and find again ... time

slightly ill cadence there^^... i like.

go back to the place where their dreams were free,
the simple life where the black man was the master
and the cattle his slave.
run forward to the land of rhythmic feet, a mark of
true afrikanizm, the justified colloquial party,
that never ceased. her feminine contours,
virgin and beautiful, were the temple of divinity....
they worshipped the earths and it's mother....

back when they knew free.

one day mr.billy was thinking

thinking of revolution

he was staring no time for blinking

he's eyes remained wide open

many people walked by

and reacted rather strangly

why was he standing there?

why was yeh so still

the rumours spread quick

that the 'crazy man' was ill

he didnt move for weeks

still he stood in the same position

still thinking of change

to his thoughts ... he would listen

soon months went by

he still stood

was he a statue?

nope , he was a normal man

with a simple plan

to make people stop and think

As anger spreads across the land of the wondering man
the animals calculate a plan but its too late .. Bang
the eagle drops to the ground the ant is crushed by the force
their lifes hijacked by the death no more life for the horse
as the animals lay in graves the man stands in the cemetery
laughing at the results of his horrible experiments
he doesnt care for the life of anyone thats not himself
murder to him comes as naturally as speech
oh how the animals wish that the man couldnt speak...

across the landing the small child creeps
as her creators squabble about irrelevant isues
she turns the corner to where the elders reside
taking a look at the mess they have made - and she sighs
its off to work again she must pick up the pieces
collect whats not broken
mop up the blood and dispose of the broken glass
all she wants is a normal life is that too much to ask??

i wrote this whilst drunk...


'who goes there??' yelled the curious blind creature
as the uneasy tresspaser picked the monsters apples
the creature yelled once more 'who goes there???'
the theif did'nt reply
scared for his life he ran as fast as he could back to the bench
the bench on which he had been sleeping for the last week
only untill he got a job and some money
he was left in the cold
neck stiff
nose runny
the next dy he returned to the creatures rest spot
he didnt have a choice he had to eat!
he wore some year-old rags
And bread bags on his feet
little did he know
today he would die
whilst walking down the street
he picked his fruits as usual and began to run as usual
when he was suddenly shot
hmmm....
how unusual ...

Nice people, everyones verses are extremely impressive. If its not too big a word "great"

Peace

Proclaimed


" Entertain what can be, many things await yet to reveal themselves, till that time what more to do, as years are marked by basic intelligence, yes it is in its own pattern, much has to occur, as more and more attention is drawn, what can be done, and enjoyment of that moment is meant to have other implications, here there is no harm,did not one notice, plus there's guilt put against, appreciate that point in time, yet did have to always remind, but remain in mind, that's how much had to be believed by those at peace, as a message drifts accross the passing breeze, in its own truthfulness, solidified by realities confirmation, belief is in its spokenless transparency what could have been, but all is trying to survive".

I can't tell time wit out a rhyme
Being divine I change my mind
So I write with no rhythym or beat
till I find that my soul will never meet
The kind of flow wit nowhere to go
It bores me to death so I turn on the
radio...

Processes

" All gradually came forth, now makes it able to proceed, with troubles and all can learn as they go, for there's no one teaching, amongst there is equality, each give their best output, the better skill as there was to be much that was ahead, through the day, experiences change with the going times, cannot stop which all has its cycle that it proceeds with, not to be changed ever again, in its way, and to not correct in any place, but help for all, in pattern with various systems, experienced and prevail".

Bequeath II

" Firm as always, yet it always changes the appearence, this is not to worry, from long before and life, continued in the way, as memories become more vulnerable to realities past, and seems to be different, but has grown with in it, yet is the same surrounding, in its own process, what it gives is slow in communications output, in its own decreased cycle, for its present and might is only true, the vast changed, we are part of the change, the less things that don't experience the smaller, try to create great pace, as all this will be soon and eager to fulfill its part, as it has, one in all vastness, many try to be of its being, distroying the patterns, and think just to the point, all was real and gentle, as was a position to undergo various things, but should not influence our mind unnecessarily, yes and must proceed, those are just places that one time shall be recalled, it was a better place, how difference joins when there is set a goal, that can be distroyed, with basic conflicts, for cannot be damaged if willed, the moments took theirs, what has to be reality is passing and shattering came those spoken, with the strength was for only that, right attitudes created with few differed".