The Official Poetry Thread

^ losing the circle....that shit is pretty tight.

here's something i wrote a while ago. its not a poem, its more like a recording of thoughts that i put to paper.

always the same window.

no matter what you say about anything you know that in the end what you say is nothing. you're always looking for the easy way to point your problems in the direction of the truth. its a constant cycle of trial and error and you're caught in the middle. give a little and the others will see that, but take a little and you will be in class with all the fake ones. think about that the next time you decide to express something you hold so strong. thoughts here, thoughts there. please save them for world that is known only to you. you are the mayor, you are the killer, and you are the people there. take a look, you move with such ease and style. yet you could never find the right moves for him. gaze upon the outside windows, drawn in so close and cold. feel free to look and see the empty place where we once kept a place for you. can you see where the prize went? knock him down with one look, cuz that's all it really takes. remember? that's all it takes. stolen. broken. cold. torn. beat. we are all the above. both you and i are all what we hate the most.....but we don't even know eachother. we haven't got a clue.

sometimes i wish i was just a B. job/
but 1 day ill be such a good rapper theyll call me 3pac/
1 day ill be a bigger house hold name than reebok/
old i.c.p. shirts covered in dirt that what makes me hot/
Nikoli and TECH N9NE that the way we rock/
i confess im dpressed it makes me rot/
so much stress i just wanna breathe pot/
but i cant...
cuase 1 day i got high at lunch/
ruined my life for 5 months/
so i jus take it out on walls i punch/
but im the 1 who made my life fucked/
im the whole reason im stuck/
jus a child filled with oh so much anger/
i feel like pickin up a fo fo banger/
n blowin out the brains of a stranger/
or myself...
but ive got hope/
1 day ill be dope/
people will come to my show/
even tho they say i suck now/
1 day ull be in the fuckin crowd/
jus remember i couldve jus as easily put a gun in my mouth/

MY FIGHT CLUB COMPLETE


my heart aches for solitude and serenity
this crude matter defies all logicality
dieases of the mind body and soul
many reasons to achieve the eternal goal
infernal coal, lunged into the hot furnace of feeling
unconcieveable like the science of dreaming
i cant get no sleep, fighting the sheets
fighting the weeks, my fight club complete

a work in progress about my experience in highskool


always felt so different couldnt see with so much fog/
i chose to be rose with no moms/
i stayed twisted like a do knob/
when i was little there was no probs/
now theyre stackin up n it wont stop/
its enough pressure to blow my dome off/
to relieve ill take a long walk/
n breathe weed smoke till a lung pop/
in skool i was the juggalo emo gangsta that wont talk/
when people poked fun i told em ta fuck off/
then somethin inside my head goes off/
vision becomes red n i feel soul stalked/
couple years back i was an outcast/
kids would ask me when i showered last/
i.c.p. shirts n long hair out in trash/
style changed that shits now past/
same kids that would harass me/
now have the nerve ta ask me/
why i never look happy/
same kids now say hi when they walk past me/

I wake up and attack these threads like I'm on a warpath
Then I drive to work and play World of Warcraft
It makes me more glad, when I upload audio in my inventory
They make a request, I put it on zshare, that's tha end of story
I defend my glory when asked to kill the guy tha above me
Then I bring it back in one line and try to make it ugly
Nothin' bugs me, I try to keep everything on even keel
But for hiphop, I'll lie, cheat, and worse, I'll even steal
I breathe it still, and I been down since the first day
All I want is the new Madden and some Wu on my birthday

mad strange how life can change through time sequential
perceptively deranged but nearly god in his mental
through distorted projections static mic connections
a student of life with eternal reflections
take anything near everything you hold dear
adjust your minds eye make sure the pictures clear
dont take it for what it is see its deeper understanding
find your place for what its worth on firm earth you'll be standing
forgive the flaws I present thats my human nature
the light shining through is the aura of the creator
a product of my enviornment im everything it made me
just gotta work with what the most high gave me
i utilize the pen as an extension of my hand
my minds a desert thoughts are grains of sand
this poetry represents a universal life cycle
connect at anytime with anything that you might do

Yo...........

Will I Ever Truly Smile In This Lifetime
Looking From The Outside In
As A Treasure I Searched The Ends Of The Earth For
Is Now In Inconsiderate Hands
Without Even A Second Look Into My Soul
My Sanity Cracks As I Wonder If This Is Divine Payback
For The Hearts I Broken
Its Seems All I'll Ever Have Is Music & Occasional Smoking
Never Have I Smiled In My Recent Pictures
For There Is No True Reason To
Especially Not Here
In This Day And Age
Another Chance Stolen
Re-opened Scars
Anger Rises
Tears Fall
Painful Truth
Staring At Stars
Wondering Endlessly
How Could This Happen
Why Me
What Could I Have Done To Deserve This
Nothing Seems To Subside These Thoughts
This Rage
This Anger
This Jealousy
These Emotions
This Seemingly Fruitless Journey
My Desires
My Sadness
My Destiny
My Search For A Rare Jewel..............

Lord come rescue us from this treacherous replica of history's
misery & undiscovered mystery,
Gun love epiphany, i'll blow you into infinity.
Mud runs where the rivers deep,
A crescent red sun hovers above the giving tree,
You heard my battlecry symphony allied with undead infantry,
20,000 leagues down in the sea,
drowning but free, we witness the crowning of kings.
I bring a surrounding of dreams where things are not what they seem,
Apocalypse theme.......(album in '08, i'll post snippets of the track soon)

I'd like feedback, thx.

This a verse from the track "White Zombie" on my album "City of Fire", dropping mid '08.

PHXorcist of the South West - Phoenix Rising 2007

Your new instrumentals are very inspiration Zero thx.

Rewrote some verses from the original song to some of your instrumentals, which is why I want feedback to see if I should switch with these new verses.

COUNTING DOWN THE CHURCH BELLS

a cracked earth, seaping streams of blood
a locked birth, running my fingers through the mud
to get a sense of existence and resistance
deliverence to the divine, in time truth will be revealed
constantly changing no defenition of real
i peel the outer skin of my shell, living in hell
counting down the church bells

Colossal man made machines storm a land that was once green,
Blowing the countryside into smitherines with heavy artillery,
While aircrafts rain death from above,
Bringing down lightning upon villagers,
Vikings were found to be similar.

this is the 2nd time on this thread.

well I aint no poet. I dont consider what I write poetry.

Years of benevolence has faded.

It has vanished in to the unknown criteria.
Oh No! I feel so inferior.
Neutralize weapons from the superior
Neglect those that don’t matter, despite attraction.
Escape the beauty of deceit.


Created a journey to search for 1,992 diamonds.
Incredidible, shinning glass reflect the queen of the 90's
Never did I complete the journey, due to stagnation.
Down went my significant other.
Yield to a master plan, I did not

Crippled thoughts of the present
On to a path I know no longer how to conquer
Never give up on a dream that contains forever love
Never drive the nails in to the hands of the clever
Ignorance, is my permanent painful label
Exit visions, which lead to a tear jerker fable.

"TRUTH ADMIST THE LIES" (countin down the church bells pt.2)


crimson streams of steaming liquid seap down the moutainside
an abonimation, and example of hate and genocide
praying to the sky, to find my inner self, another soul on sinner shelf
i quiver, like crack babies on rabies, stearing through a window at the shady
depths the world has crep to, my veins strain, but complain i cant do
i chant tunes of self preservation, planting seeds for the global restoration
of mankind, iam just trying to find truth admist the lies

yo, i work for the devil but he never works for me
The beguiled emcee getting tied up to a tree
No one ever raps about the shit they cant handle
Like a boss whos a dick in a job thats a scandal
I need the money for food, living life and smokin weed
But arseholes fuck ya about and make ya wanna leave
so whats the point in doing it, i simply never plead
cos in the end its just me and my family that will exceed

Expression of Machinery

Tactile responses have cluttered thoughts,
while the lonely remnants are discovered.
Armored instances are impulsively bought
as the truth is last to be uncovered.
So few decades have aged a man
than those which were uncertain.
Yet when the toll of time began
we rebuilt an iron curtain.

"INSIDE"

i scream into the abyss, for fear of what ive missed
silent tears in the mist, my dear i crave your kiss
to guide me through the concrete jungle
to guide me through my thoughts asunder
to guide me through false laws and blunders
to guide me through the poor and the lovers
all i see is life slowly moulding and contoling my will
ink soaking my quill, ready to write bright lines
but i have to take the time to find myself inside....

Quote:

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Originally Posted by sidious_katana

"INSIDE"

i scream into the abyss, for fear of what ive missed
silent tears in the mist, my dear i crave your kiss
to guide me through the concrete jungle
to guide me through my thoughts asunder
to guide me through false laws and blunders
to guide me through the poor and the lovers
all i see is life slowly moulding and contoling my will
ink soaking my quill, ready to write bright lines
but i have to take the time to find myself inside....

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nice poem

You crawl

All over my left ball

Make me fall off the wall

Met you at the mall

Took off your draws

In the bathroom stall

Made me call

Embarrassing; you were short (I was tall)

Love,

PAUL

Counting shades of grey, my final resting place
How can I live today when my hopes displaced
To another place, hold out your hand
Take this image of me and try to understand
Why I say these words, don’t make me look absurd
Tell me you know why I think I’m disturbed
Release those easy words, tell me all about
How I’m ok, no ounce of doubt
Cos now my sights gone grey and its wrong inside
Cross the water here, take the bridge to blyth
Stop half the way, look down as it flows
Like a cold release from hells own abode
So cold then the calm before the storm
Where my heart feels fine my souls not torn
Push into my eyes feel the blind today
I would rather see black than these shades of grey.
Paint me a picture in red and blue
Bruise this portrait of me to look like you
Sing me a story with words that say
our world is filled with shades of grey
Paint me a picture, in shades of grey
A portrait of how we live today
Sing me a story with words that mean
Something, anything, everything to me

She is there

I feel her stare

Like a glare

She wants me bare..

Naked;

(I can't take it)

I tell her: "SHAKE THIS!"

Pull out snake t*p

~Superman cape bitch~

Yule.

war is a women horny and distraught,

in need of some cock to soothe her hot box,

mental plains peaked reached high at the top,

looking down on the sober working the lots,

dispair and displeasure torqued into slots,

assigned and accepted porking the chops,

the blind have repented hoping one day to see,

while the dumb continue on the path of misery,

as the deaf wait and hope but never are heard,

while chemicals from plastic molecularly mold,

to the water we drink and bottled water thats stored,

baby bottles, candy wrappers, one use items,

are all made up of this plastic that has us dying,

now scientist are involved because of Chesapeak Bay,

The striped bass are dying and the corals decay,

please listen to the earth death is messagin'

this chemical changes into a synthetic estrogen,

that attacks the codes that build our organs,

hormones are now slowly being contorted,

and whos is it, to be rewarded?

our ignorance and greed are whats to blame,

pass me that joint so I can numb the pain,

pass me the mirror so I can snort some caine,

to send my brain waves back on a higher plateau,

where I don't worry and think of snortin more blow,

I'm common man from the street,always live at high speed
if anybody says that I'm kid I'll ask what is his bid
or maybe he's too rich to understand one easy thing
to know what for does he live,I offer one languge to make him speak
well,he thinks that it's like suckin my dick to speak tha language from the street but I'll tell him that it's too deep to use something what I need
exactly my rap-shit lets me do rules I want stick and my peeps
will know about my beef.

I wanna be a thug and fuck rich like shark
ahead my way for gettin luck
my dog will bark when my game has a start
many suckers will think that my type ain't right
I tell 'em-ya pride is to buy our life but I got tired
of your shit-kind,I'll ride without greedy fuckin tide
my gun is tongue and rhyme's outta your time

My style is rap that's a trap u turned in it out yet?
Oh, shit u'll get somethin bad if u don't take a mac in ya hand
y're gonna be damp when I make my first step and bread will seem to be lead, turn ya back and get wet! I've never been mad to rap about ass!U'd better shout yourself and bang-bang-bang -greedy bitch gonna to be dead.
It's just a battle sped,when rich greedy hamster laid without doing bad shit.

Closed lamps
Open shades
Open hands

Dope ran through the veins of the clan
Rhyming stuff wit aligned wit the gruff
Toughed up in school because of the music

I refused to loose it
I refused to cue it
I refused to view it
I refused to skew it

Now you wanna
View me like a living museum
Free spirit eyes of a crow
depth of a raven
Eyes shut heart open
Blade on pen stricken

Open shades
Open hands
Closed lamps

So tired

Feel wired

Wish I was retired

Tired now --- then re-tired

Everyday;

I lay,

Astray.

A stray

Puppy

Wunts me

*I mean* wants me

Very cocky

He is a cocky (spaniel)

Pees from his cocky

Clean up his sh!t a.k.a. cocky

Mind of an immigrant: "HE SO LOCKY"

"I will name you Rocky"

We can watch 'Rocky'

Our relationship =/= rocky

We rock, E

He has a baby paw

He's my baby pa

{'Sup, baby pa?}

PAUL

P.S.

We best

Geet rest

Skeet blessed

Your existence

Cuter than fishsticks

Tasty like lipstick

Furry like chitlin

***WHAT IS MISSIN' ?!?!?!!?!?/

Good to see people posting their work. Keep up the good work/practice, i trust most will start contributing more.

Peace

We been together so long
you kept me strong
sunday monday tuesday an so on
When I reach and grab you strong
its out of love
I put my lips to it
I taste every bit
my necessity for you
undeniable

"Separated talents, by disregard or follied expectants soon exacerbated, was this not the peculiar sample which beckoned the very source where all had returned from, others performed just to signify that though much developed, remnants refrained to reappear only to justify purposes contained within them-self, many failed to comprehend such accentuated steps, thus simplified conclusions would not divulge even a hint for another's gain nor restrictions placed, but family always remained the same, through probabilistic events rarely measured, and how the truth manifested their plight, words put to disgust the next sentences outburst through loved ones, was this all the earths solutions whilst solved undiscribed cycles uncomplete, vast as ones own defeat, yet pursued after to discover that had not been valued as naught".

FORGIVENESS

i beg for your forgiveness
i was blind, i strayed away
my mind was flayed from inside
striving to survive another day
obsessed with the evil-- criminal-- decieving
forsaking knowledge--- the heat did tempt me
only attracted sluts with no personality
i liked the classy chicks, but they never liked me
they dident like a high angry sly guy
steppin in the streets, with a swarm of flies
thank allah i changed, forever i praise
the eternal conciousness that forever prevails

Me, We
-Mahommed Ali

IN THE AIR

the devils allure is flowing freely in the air
the lost need a cure, the youth crazed without a care
we are forsaking truth, in search of happiness
when happiness is followed by shade and nothingness
the struggle continues for the majority of the masses
while a minority peer through eliteist glasses
numbing creativty, defeating freedom
the scum are cynicaly re-heating the cauldron
but i find it so hard to take
so i draw my sword... but never with hate

I could be angry with you
But I refuse to
Half of the blame is mine
I had to choose you
But your son never had a choice
You are his father
And you've yet to even hear his voice
Or even bother
How pathetic will you feel
When he's successful
And then you try to make amends
But he rejects you
My joy is to see his face
I dearly love it
But yours looks the same
And I think little of it
The word coward comes to mind
When I describe you
In another place and time
I might despise you
But the woman I've grown to be
Pitties you only
You should be ashamed to know
Your child is lonely
Lonely for the thing in his blood
That won't connect
Who knew you were capable of
Such disrespect
May God have mercy on you
I'm all out
I'd rather never hear another
Word from your mouth
But your son sure will I bet
And when he asks me
I'll fight the urge to tell him you're dead
Or just relaxing
I'll say that you're too busy to love
And that you're working
Working on integrity, love
And soul searching
And when you come around I hope
You're not late
Before he catches on I hope
You get it straight
You can hide a little while longer
It's still night
But remember that what's done in the dark
WIll come to light

Quote:

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Originally Posted by BeautiFlyB

I could be angry with you
But I refuse to
Half of the blame is mine
I had to choose you
But your son never had a choice
You are his father
And you've yet to even hear his voice
Or even bother
How pathetic will you feel
When he's successful
And then you try to make amends
But he rejects you
My joy is to see his face
I dearly love it
But yours looks the same
And I think little of it
The word coward comes to mind
When I describe you
In another place and time
I might despise you
But the woman I've grown to be
Pitties you only
You should be ashamed to know
Your child is lonely
Lonely for the thing in his blood
That won't connect
Who knew you were capable of
Such disrespect
May God have mercy on you
I'm all out
I'd rather never hear another
Word from your mouth
But your son sure will I bet
And when he asks me
I'll fight the urge to tell him you're dead
Or just relaxing
I'll say that you're too busy to love
And that you're working
Working on integrity, love
And soul searching
And when you come around I hope
You're not late
Before he catches on I hope
You get it straight
You can hide a little while longer
It's still night
But remember that what's done in the dark
WIll come to light

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That's a nice poem i felt it sister peace!
you really struck a nerve with this one, i'm raising my daughter alone, so i feel your pain!

the blades from katanas
lacerate my back
once again
inflicted by the trustworthy
or so i believed
another shattered reality
another trip down the jagged road
of anger, jealousy, sadness and confusion
those 4 elements
of human nature
dig deeper in my soul
fusing within my blood
becoming one with me
death is the only escape
from this slowly rising hell
let me rest peacefully
in the fragments of what was once my spirit
for it seems the more i live on
the shattering of the fragments are constant
in this ever changing
increasingly ignorant
exponentially deceptive
place we call earth
lots of people had their chance
to change this fate of mine
as well as the world's
but as the story goes
the cries fall on deaf ears
due to fear of their own fates being compromised
when being afraid
to lend a hand
to change the fate of another
is being afraid of none other than yourself

and by the days end
the moments are at a loss
like the words were just to soft
from what would have stricken them across
until the nights' oversight
in the haze of tomorrow's light
and then we can finally turn the page
from the grasp of being wrong

Having only nothing
All together I reap what I sow
Losing everything
Only myself, I allow to grow

A halo surrounds my thoughts....

Let me stawt:

Are you a re-tawd?

Never go "he smawt"

But is she H@WT ??!

"Don't. EVER, get caught,.."

~Peace, Todd.

Long time no post …


New life same game, false witness to the change
claiming to abstain yet still addicted to the pain
but I won’t complain …
cast my weigh on unbalanced scales
the windows to the soul control the motives of this tale
they sent Judas to post my bail, a one-way ticket to hell
silenced so many Lambs my spirit started wail
injustice prevails …
soon the darkness consumes the light
now I’m forced to bear the cross of a self-righteous plight
with no end in sight, I step off into the abyss
betrayed by the masked bliss of love’s succulent kiss
a seductive hiss …
the trademark of a true serpent
speaking the forbidden language only heat can interpret
true likeness revealed with the shedding of outer skin
unearthed the black heart that was buried within
the beginning and end …
forced bondage from the first man
unbreakable curse to the earth from an extension of Adam’s hand

goodnight …

rigged cards dealt from the bottom, humanity’s forgotten
what’s ill-gotten is king, skies white hot as we droppin’
done this far to long for you to stop ‘em…
gorge on old carcasses, piles of filth long-gone rotten

son’s & daughters are killed for our blunders
as if nobody cares who remains from our number,
at times I get irate as I wonder…
how paradise got turned into wastelands while we slumbered
our most precious of treasures are plundered
my heart’s cry rips the fabric of heaven asunder
I strike fiercer than lightning & thunder
lock our gaze eye to eye as our soul’s are dragged under…

'Sup Queen. Its been to long ma - As always you're inspiring. Keep the ink flowin'

One Love
E.F

I'll try it for a while...
At least until I die of it.
Addiction makes me smile.
It even makes me cry a bit.
The fiction goes a mile.
The fact just sits here next to me.
Decisions in a pile.
I blindly make them randomly.
I just revised this line.
I won't tell what it used to say.
I keep it 'cause it's mine.
But take everything else away.
I call you all the time.
I wonder if that's juvenile.
But even if it is,
The woman loses to the child.
I find I'm giving in.
I think that's where you find me too.
I'm falling for a friend.
I've tasted this a time or two.
But this is not again.
No this is lastly. Not the same.
A song's stuck in my head.
The only lyric is your name.
If you can hear the tune,
Insert an instrumental break.
And share with me the moon.
A moment for the moment's sake.
I'll share with you the world.
By share I mean have all of it.
For I am just a girl.
And girls are programmed to submit.
So I love with my all.
I know not of a lesser love.
Into this role I fit,
As if it were a custom glove.
I'm holding out my hand,
And asking for another hit.
It's crazy though 'cause I...
Remember what the last one did.
I guess that you can say,
It gets me 'cause I look for it.
I open up too far.
And all I get is hooked for it.
So call me what I am.
An addict with a taste for love.
Indulge me if you will.
Supply what I am dying of.