The Official Poetry Thread

Alright after reading G's poem I think we need a Poetry thread in the Temple

I'll start off with this



ever see birds fly at night?? birds teethered together.. ever see the sky at night?? words turned to vapor outfield player errors and favors major league movements made with in layers.. distractions tailored a 3 piece suits' the Savior?? compound fractures litter the foundation we cater.. gestating raider relations lattitude and longitude activate the station.. missle launch gravity distorting magnetic bursts never rehearsed.. served up asthetics work horses disperse with blinders a pigeons purring chirp sirens sound crackers and cookies the ensueing visions hurt alligator skin with a velvet plush curse an albino absorbing the worse exposing sun suicide residue and rickety rides diping they dive straight shooter not an aimer but a hooter get the subwoofer lavishly subdue ya.. fuck ya'll laws microsoft computers rule ya'll.. diamond bits centered they drill right through ya.. grab the ruler an measure your line physical space magnified through my eyes spiritual fools are hypnotized ..God is in you open ya eyes or be defined to stand on one side and defend and fight blindly as the 4 corners close in on your mind failed strategy and design a tragedy of your crime..

the big man at it again.. i'll read it when i get home, as im off from work soon. peace.

PEaCE SpOK3N

i'll spit this piece for godless freaks, who drops are crocks in altered speech,
i'll rob the street in public feats, insight the beat to bind the weak
define whats deep refine and seeks, inside this steep where failure creaks
remind these beasts inside is bleak, rewind this piece combine with streaks

peace i got bored

Scarred (hood Life)

Thought you were set free, unaware slaves controlled by tha powers that be watchin' me
Dollar signs tha god of society, it imprisons us mentally
eyes see materials as the way out, don't you know fads play out
Sometimes i stay out on tha block, watching the seeds runnin' their mouths
About the money, hoes, and cars their so far from reality
Next month i read about one of them in the obituary
It scars me to think our seeds are becoming extinct
Gone in tha blink of an eye, why? Theyv'e been fed lies
No matter how hard i try some seem impossible to reach
With no fathers to teach them the trials of manhood
They end up down, and out up to no damn good
in the hood it seems to be positive is to be soft
Our babies are lost lookin' for love theyv'e never received
The same tainted theme, so they indulge in pussy, liquior, and weed
A high to overcome the depression, a role model's what they need
Claiming a street they don't own, in out of jail until theyr'e gone
Mothers mourn then move on, i tell em' stay strong
How long will the seeds suffer and nothings being done
To fix this crisis poverty's paradise we stuck in tha slums
Every night justs gets worse, another casket in tha dirt
I work to make ends meet and to provide for my family
and live out the path allah has planned for me

I will drop any of my freestyle/quick poetry peices in here from now on. Good work everyone. ONE

Tight verses everyone.......thx.

When it's time for you to go, how would you feel?
Would you kneel down and pray to god?
or would you keep it real, and give the nod.
Paintin' the picture, I emphasis death in the scripture,
My soul is sold, Once secured like a fixture.
But since death is at the doorway, no need to keep him waiting,
open the door, felt a sudden chill, followed by my mind fading.
Dream's past, vision's so real, it distorted my reality,
then shortly followed by the ever dramatic fatality.
Is there a heaven or hell?, I don't really know where i'm going,
without guidance, I'll drift into limbo without even knowing.
Follow me on this journey, through the vision's to come,
I've seen death through my own eye's, and it's yet to even begun.
Seen heaven and hell, everyone has, but no need for praying,
just burn out my candle, and prepare my after life before the decaying.

How can a woman containing en-richened melanin eyes
Become so brainwashed and Europeanized
I’m mesmerized at how much the zombie effect has spread
My people walk these streets, mostly, spiritually dead
I dread talking to my peeps about mind elevation
Because it becomes such a one sided conversation
With no knowledge shared, cause it’s just me schooling
But they ain’t listening so who am I fooling
They think it sounds cool and yeah he reads lots of books
But I’m viewed as thief when only as a child I was a crook
Stealing comic books and candy trying to live the american dream
When in actuality Africa should always be my only theme
We played war as children instead of building a nation
With parents absent, working, we tuned into our tell-lie-vision stations
To replace the love and care, that’s why we blast up our music
To rock us to sleep, without the rhythm I would loose it
But I just vibe and try to assist others to thrive only to get hurt
Living the life that I lead will always require ample work
But I’m willing to die for what I believe and give you my life
So never tell me that what I’m striving for isn’t right
When all I want is the jewels and to shed a bit of light
All I ask is that my Creator assists me to shine like a pipe
Blowing “away” the fog of the lies that have been accepted as the truth
When I pass I pray that people will remember me for loving the youth

peace

all my life I've looked to the skies,
all my life my tears have dried,
all my life I seek what I think is best
all my life I've repeatedly burned my nest,
all my life I've watched these viscious cycles,
all my life I've feared when the night falls,
lived in the slums projects and broken homes,
as I still strive to understand the unknowns,
take my money my shelter food and clothes,
but you'll never understand how family's love forever grows...

General Jottings ~ World Of Havoc

What I see is a world of havoc, lacking the magic,
Thay my mind creates from plastic covering the realness, your actors,
In a fake script where you talk this nonsense that's purely non-relevant,
I'm an artist that's taking steps bigger than those of an elephant,
What I see is your hate-filled looks, but your covering up,
'Cause political correctness has you with news from such and such,
Now your warped, havoc's come, and now we lost all the magic,
Your actors in a cinema-scope screen, purely fabric.

I rhyme 4 the girl who knows why the Caged Bird sings
but doesn't know Maya Angelou
she only wishes to erase the time
the sand that blew
in her hourglass every second feels like hours pass
she still smells the lingering oder of cigerettes and sour mash
keep your head up, Queen
move wise so you can power past this obstacle
if you have to
find a mob to tackle who attacked you
your physical virtue
don't let him hit you or hurt you
don't let you desert you
stand strong, here's a poem for you to lean on
I have a shoulder that can help hold the boulder of depression
despair can teach a lesson of repair
and while you learn this lesson, Queen, I'll always be there
and be aware
there are more who have survived, lived and prospered
NIGGA! If she don't want your offer, GET UP OFF HER!
plus, I heard in prison a rapist's ass is softer
enough about you
my thoughts are of her

Nice Additions Spoken, Born, and G

Lets keep going...

I go thru life with head held high,
sometimes I fall like the rain from the sky,
cumulus clouds form and add weight to the blue,
I sometimes become unglued by my moves,
I'm spontaneous and artistic a very volitle mix,
I can create images that can cause eyes to transfix,
but I can Also do things that can make people pissed,
because I'm unpredictable my heart is on my sleeve,
I can cry.. I can beat... I can Love.. I can Defeat,
I can Build... I can Destroy... but I'd rather just be me,
an Optimistic person that wants to set society free....

add on!!

during tragic events we gather and vent,
why do we see eachother when someone is spent,
why do we cry in rage and sob in pain?
why is it my heart beats to the falling rain?
when grey storm clouds cover the skies,
rumbling thunder sounds and lightening arise,
as fires ignite from the strikes,
the creatures run for their life,
as the fire dies new growth comes alive,
death feeds life these cycles collide...

wrote this verse in reverse, lost as I rehearse,
with my lips pursed, knowing only a love so strong 1000 chests burst,
broke a deadly curse, reminisce the caper,
crazy thoughts of you melt onto paper,
ends of the earth is where I'll take ya

this young buck watched you down the street,
soul suffocating, silky heat
damn near fell right off my seat
my jaw was resting on my feet!
first night spent together.
we drowned in passionate pools of pleasure
exceeding measures of mortal men
hit it at a perfect 10
serenade you softly in a state of total zen

ashamed, those times mind games were played,
the hurtful names, allaying blame,
I even lied to myself...
gotta leave pride & ego on the shelf
you & I together the finest wealth

forever I will praise, your displays of sacrificing ways,
while you walked the game I terminally talked
sought to tame my wayward thought
headline on front page news reports,
now that scandalous life's outlined in chalk

truest romance...it pushes on through real life situations,
we wept together as our first childs unborn life was taken,
took the man in me to grasp hold of sanity
alone at night, in the window burns candlelight,
wasnt right, hurt so we'd fight,
I'd plead walk away, sad but true,
trouble ensued, heartless things I'd do when I felt used

time passed, after hard lessons learned, finally the winds turned,
whole time for you my heart yearned,
too concerned about pride or money earned,
countless times my hands were burnt
realise how much I've won, anthem sung,
your strengths live proudly in the eyes of our children.

down mist-covered mountains, water rushes back to sea
profound spirit washing over me
intangible roots link land & family
blessed you in my vicinity,
and this amazing ability to articulate my unflinching loyalty
for knowing, that forever our souls are intertwined in perpetual unity
has set me free...

Elusive-Fugitive

damn that deep and it has an affect on the reader

PEaCE

the gates of heaven open only to close emotions,
extortion in the fiery pitts of hell your slowly frozen,
soul corrosion fragile passive movements broken,
arching arson scorching smolding snouts snortin,
muddy matter molding massive patterns sorting,
a couple courting hand holding uncle sams pointing,
destroying family structure Destro cobra commander corrupters,
Gi Joe's suffer taken from Lovers lives swept under covers,
killing our brothers pillaging others as mothers cry and suffer...

Thanks Ben, appreciate the feedback. It was a great idea setting up this thread ...Uppin' all the writers who have posted! Keep the ink flowing

ONE LOVE

octopus ink clouds covering inside the sink think fish tanks that stink a giant squids beak puncturing sperm whales killer whales lightning leaps dead seal meat crushing teeth soft veal meat caged obesity the swelling sea bullsharks mobbin deep groupers swallowing fish bigger than you and me bioluminescants chromataphor abyss message large pupil lenses satellite space age expenses lack of rights building jails education stales death to nations prevails passive ships set sail

an old favorite:

\\\::~ ABSENCE OF LIGHT ~::///

as passionless activists write, fascists recite in the absence of light

askin’ for christ in the blackness of night... bastards panic in fright with ravenous spite

imagine the sight as the vatican fights our rationless practice of rights

pacifist knights attackin’ the dragons of plight for fractions of life

with hazardous might, savages brandish a knife and vanish from sight

banished’em twice; fiends hackin’ with hatchets of ice; wreak havoc, ravagin’ mics

witness the precision of four; spirits were maliciously torn by the contradictin’ intentions of lords

the vicious inflictions of war; politicians christened with horns

violently written compositions of gore, driven by swords

divisive religions were born, your malignant intuition forlorn; rivet critical conditions of storms

prolific visions forewarned your exquisite depictions of horror

crucifixions with thorns, crimson liquids beginnin’ to pour

i invented the pain that wrenches your brain; injected the bane

those contendin’ my reign feigned misdirected peasants in chains; i’m rendered insane

aggressive descendants of rage were sentenced to graves imbedded in flames

horrendous rains reddened the plains, as effervescent legends were slain

you’ll forever treasure the shame, surrender you vein; ancient weapons and lesson were gained

a treacherous fame... send in the brethren of armageddon in vain

Copyright © 2002 Psykosus, The Soulless Survivalist

The planets youths in shackles and mother earth is cracked in half yo
We’ve forged battles outcomes by makin us mammals eat man bro
But the god aint breeding cattle but bringing my wrath yo to make ya brain rattle
Its sad thou how we manage to live our life 86 years before the almighty disintegrates mans soul
The slightest shift of magnetic force placed the planet on a destruction course
From the days of swinging swords on a horse to missiles landing on a catts porch
Niggas forced to live without the love of they corpse while exec’s got 4 or more porches
Poisoned orchids planted to scorn the ghetto roses thistles left to poke at the last of the rodents
Some true left within but lifeless with no motion caused to live life in a dry ocean
Morbid potion induced in a system down the throats of the chosen
So a man has rosin from the midst of the shadows bringing incisive light from deep within the gallows
A gallant figure knowledge poured from the chalice of the reaper
No mic has shadowed but been disfigured and I drop history to you meager
Come wit da hottest ether bound from the mountains
Reppin from the highest point of my housing-thousands arose like the foot clan of shoalin
Arrows pouncing like needles shot in da air alignments arise from a field as spectators stare
Hippies forced to cut off they hair and known thugs run in despair
Da maximus has shed accurate plots of the government-whose runnin it
And why da poor take the cunning hits ….I GUESS FOR SURVIVAL

You guys have set a high standard in this thread, i can't even comment on most of the verses here i just read.


Peace

" Don't yet rejoice, in what had been overcomed, for that was the past, which was later suceeded, afterward must have been a while, to explain all the goings, truth was only kept amongst, those which needed to know, only to be mentioned, but not to be known, and there are many more situations to thrill, and will remain, to go forward after, all that was but now is completed, yet one to not change, willed to see continuation, in a revolved cycle, which was once done, repeated and not was it once noticed, thats how it went, of its surviving life time, those who witnessed, could experience it all over again, through their memory mind".

Wow ... it's nice to come back and see something like this jumping off in the Temple. Maybe now we can all replace all of our lost jewels with some even greater ones. Props to you Bigben for resetting it off ;).

Peace, Luv and Respect Papi

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Originally Posted by Dae Ja Nae

Wow ... it's nice to come back and see something like this jumping off in the Temple. Maybe now we can all replace all of our lost jewels with some even greater ones. Props to you Bigben for resetting it off ;).

Peace, Luv and Respect Papi

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this is an old piece

*An Unnecessary Tragedy

A child left alone to roam with no place to call her own
a heart once warm-now broken, cold and hard like stone
love is something she’s never known,
so her feelings of hatred are full blown
misguided, pride subsided, bitter and cold to the bone
the place she once called home, forgotten, only memories of her past life
enveloped in a cyclone of self destruction, grief and strife
she walks the streets and leaves behind her own trail of tears
facing obstacles while climbing hills, burdened down with anguish and fear
her pain is so severe that she wishes she could disappear
the code of the homeless are the only rules to which she’s ever adhered
stuck in a cycle of the surreal,
a relentless wheel unable to persevere
with a hunger that can’t be concealed,
a life of crime and prostitution beginning to have more appeal
in the face of danger, she’s transformed into a woman of the night
a dreadful plight that puts humiliation within her line of sight
cohorts filled with spite,
shame extinguished her light
malevolent thoughts now replace her previous feelings of fright
consumed by immorality
no sense of rationality
acts of brutality have forever altered her personality
coupled with a mentality that stemmed from her venality
a new statistic since the breakdown that caused her current state of duality
multiple personalities
they now mask any trace of previous originality
her fatality a sad reality ... as I read about her life
learning through this paper that she was a beloved daughter, mother and wife
words of sorrow so consice, but who pays the ultimate price?
should’ve, could’ve, and would’ve-too late, they simply won’t suffice
some words of advice ... we should all think twice,
before passing judgment on a person without knowing the story of their life
see, the words you say today could possibly save someone tomorrow
lift them out of their sorrow
so in grief and despair they won’t wallow
maybe even swallow ...
the pride that might lead to a rash decision
and enable them to envision,
hope, with a great desire for livin’
instead of the condemning darkness of a self contained prison ....




we all need to be aware of the power of our words!

Peace

Damn it's back, never even noticed it :$

Peace all,

this is my first time submitting my thoughts on-line so any feedback would be cool.


"You Already Know"

Who am I?...I am that thing that existed
since before the beginning.
Fuck a Big Bang Theory, clearly I brought
myself into manifestation as the creation
of the dead and the living.
This is no metaphor nor riddle, just a simple
question, a quest for the truth to see if you
knew, Who am I?...Well it's kinda hard to
explain. See I take on many forms,
some complex others plane. No name just
mostly descriptions, written in twisted up
scriptures. Stolen from princes over centuries
who built pyramids in Egypt for me.
Still my story goes untold in this cold world.
I'm often forgotten, the rotten and dying
Who am I?...The gift and the curse, the better
of the best, the less of the worst. The hunger
and thirst felt by evey kid in every project,
the object of satisfaction. Reason you be asking me
to have shit and you ain't never answer my question,
Who am I?...You don't even know me still you wanna
control me and flaunt me on some phoney
paper me and call it money. For sure that's not me.
Another form of trickery to slave me. They wanna
slay me, they hate me cuz i got nothing but love but,
Who am I?...I am the inside and outside of everything,
literally living invisibly for eternity. I am something to
feel deep in your heart, yet nothing. But if you turn
the lights off you can see me in the dark. I hear what
you say, and speak when you talk.
I am reality. Given the name God. Even with all that
said I'm still scared most don't know Who I Am!

WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!

PEaCE i'm just on a poetic spree forming words together let them lay as they be layed messages for those that can see third eyes open but what do they see?? a humming birds flight or a horrible family fight?? a man dying inside with sorrow painted eyes?? a womans self esteem lowered as monsters scheme using up her dreams a predator only preys on the ones that fall astray or a injured soul of shame why is the world in flames??

my eyes just hurt from the unbearable earth submersed in work only to be burnt and spent pockets full of lent windows fully tint brightness blocked as shallow pigeons and peacocks flock a butchers bloody smock the mind meld tactics of Mr. Spock beam me up Scotty its getting hot decapitated heads for naught wrought the wrath my fingers smash and jab this keyboards making me mad this world is forever wrapped in glad cling wrap seen through history only to beam back visions of misery only to steam trap the hydrated sweat replenish my body when i'm already spent good luck scambling money just to pay the fuckin rent

well get the fuck out the foyer embroiled in a battle of wits the cattle is hit mad paddles are hit ping pong tables of lawyers loop hole spoilers laws made to encrypt tales failed to enlist pails full of bile slowly are tipped poured over shit pockets full of bits bacon forsaken taken told stories shake n bake unfolding enslavement broken homes oragami folds lack of compassion is the street codes sheeps sold shaved for fortunes untold as the stewed beef simmers slow spiced with a bitter blow nights turn to winter cold days become pitiful lives turn to dollar signs greed will only gratify your soul grows old and liquify's Lucifer sips and takes your life....

SUMMERTIME

my beautiful, brown skinned princess,
a momentous dream, immensely intense,
offering incense to honor gift thats heaven-scent
up until the birthing day, my brain a canvas of sprayed thought like hood graffiti,
layered with one million reasons why this child would need me,
teach her to recite genealogy, with rich tales woven of unwritten mythology
impart skills of elusive life methodology,
remain fugitive at heart in worlds of subliminal, target marketed technology

play the role of father, teacher, a philosophical role model,
the one at 3am to get up, change nappies & warm a milk bottle
shape and hone her mind, teach about the many flaws of mankind
hope to become best friends, and I intend, to defend her fiercely 'til the end

this newborn, adorned in fine egyptian cotton and other fabrics,
remember how to count in synergy mathematics?
now 1 + 1 = 4, not 2 or even 3 'cos its 2nd time round for me,
admittedly sometimes I'm doubtful of my ability
to provide for a 4 person family,
but I continue to excel, without bragging I intuitively let it happen
and things falls together like 31st December,
I remember the way I stared into the embers,
of the blunt end, extend my hand to old friends...
sharing laughs, crack a beer; scent of change is in the air,
glaring truth in the New Year; yeah...thinking of my career
I'm making my way now, acquiring taste of full cream milk from a cash cow,
KAPOW...like superheroes it hit me, damn! Im a grown man,
living a 5 year plan, so I ignore shallow demands
I learnt to stand, by working the hard earth with my own two hands
not prepared to waste my life struggling in quicksand...

and then she smiles, something so surreal and sweet makes all the shit worthwhile
I'd run 10,000 miles just to see it on her dial, stare awhile
file it to memory so even if stranded on a desert isle,
starving to death, being eaten by a crocodile or some other vicious reptile
I'd be at peace, complete, like the first love of a juvenile...

my little girl...I would set fire to the whole world
at dusk just to keep you warm, then at dawn,
summon a torrential thunderstorm,
so we could jump in the puddles,
then go inside guzzle cocoa,
while we dry off, play with jigsaw puzzles,
never going to let my priorities get muddled

ain' got no time for disbelievers & their negativity,
pays not to meddle in the affairs of the heart & family
you obviously dont know me or have a fucken clue about my capabilities
pity, the fools who stricken with terminal disabilities
dont bother pulling up at my curb, study the words
of Eminem's Mockingbird, anthem heard by real men,
feelin' the real struggle in the suburbs
proverbs of real life, staunch guardians of the REAL world...
haters watch close as I smile, and let my middle finger unfurl

Elusive-Fugitive

Definitions

" Occupations ment, though better experiences challenged the faults, other moments went unexpected, for those that had to choose their own work, teams parted to activate the cause, reactions proposed to accept the rest, while some tribes tried to kill each one, as the spirits came and took a glance, well informed yet kept to continuous methods, when they started to perform, all that had taken notice plus noted of, esteems with devious active distructions, whilst was unable to recall, with those later postponed".

A congragation of bombed illations rips through nations
purpoused equation revalation and savage desperation
condensation fades where weather vein corrodes in pain
realisation degrades sickness reign in descriptive of gain
bare witness to figures listed ingrain withered and plain


peace just a little 5 lines before i go out peace

PEaCE BORN nice addition

StormCloud welcome back

Guardian keep'em coming

Dae this is your thread baby do your thing!!!

Blackw.i.s.d.o.m. fuse them visions!!!

money can corrupt happiness turn it into rich shallow sadness buying friends trust is damaged searching for love while gold diggers scavange money buys materials but materials quickly vanish Love is a state of mind over trust and time built and primed if you have happiness then money you'll find cream can fracture your foundation if the temptations glimmer and shine compared to dimmer dank times remember the rich divorce a lot and search for naught as money is there addiction causing friction that easily grinds a relationship down over time floating in money can drown the blind! feed our children and invoke new crimes if you search for happiness in wealth you're blind if you find happiness in health you're fine money used to instill happiness confines...

I haven't read everything yet but I'm loving the vibe
It seems like poetry is the only time I feel alive
Well besides when I chill with my fam and build with my peeps
Or learn some lessons from people that get denied in the streets
I take journeys and try not to throw my family off key
When all I'm trying to do is get myself completly free
It's time to eat and yeah I know this isn't the freestyle chamber
But I had to kick a verse to show that I'm not being a stranger
I leave you with the words "Peace Be Unto You"
Lets build and congrigate cause this is how us poets do

some random thoughts I quickly jotted...

congregated minds equate an open thinking box
constipated rhymes create shitty covered cocks

lincoln logs are building blocks in adolescent thoughts
cinder blocks are bombed and dropped in terroristic plots

fishes that are hooked then sorted... pinchers reflex you're paying for it
midget dwarf diminutive in court... fidget hoarse innocense contorts

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play the role of father, teacher, a philosophical role model,
the one at 3am to get up, change nappies & warm a milk bottle
shape and hone her mind, teach about the many flaws of mankind
hope to become best friends, and I intend, to defend her fiercely 'til the end


now 1 + 1 = 4, not 2 or even 3 'cos its 2nd time round for me,
admittedly sometimes I'm doubtful of my ability
to provide for a 4 person family,
but I continue to excel, without bragging I intuitively let it happen
and things falls together like 31st December,
I remember the way I stared into the embers,
of the blunt end, extend my hand to old friends...
sharing laughs, crack a beer; scent of change is in the air,
glaring truth in the New Year; yeah...thinking of my career

living a 5 year plan, so I ignore shallow demands
I learnt to stand, by working the hard earth with my own two hands
not prepared to waste my life struggling in quicksand...


ain' got no time for disbelievers & their negativity,
pays not to meddle in the affairs of the heart & family
you obviously dont know me or have a fucken clue about my capabilities
pity, the fools who stricken with terminal disabilities

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beautifully written..PEaCE

peace everybody and i'll post a full piece in here in like 3 weeks i haven't got time for full length writting at the mo got degree work to sort out