I'm a poet rapper... not sure what to call it. You can't get the real meaning or feeling from just reading my work online, but I'll post two of my poems you can read and heed. I'm back, sitting on a throne made of bone. In the back of a room mostly black. Tapping my fingers on some thinger ma' dingers, in a sophistocated looking pattern. He comes from saturn, looking for the sire, do you here the choir? He says, "The goblins have plans. They say to use cans, rusty musty cans." Do you wants a job? A job? Yes, to rob the very mary looking hairy fairies that follow you on your carry on. You shall carry the gambit. Yes... sire... It aquires... no more mines... no more fines... just dire lines. You cracked. The heroin planted it's attack. Ignorant creatures back out of the way of the universe. Pewpew is no longer the past Q. Now changed, we're crazed, only seeing the haze of the deisel powered blaze! NOW COME THE THREE SHADOWS! NUMBER ONE: THE TWEAKED OUT LIMBLESS GOBLIN! NUMBER TWO: THE CLOWN THAT BOUNCES SIDE TO SIDE! AND FINALLY NUMBER THREE: THE INCOHERENT FATIGUED TROLL BRUTE! Join us. Pomegranate smoke fills the room... you can't breathe so choke on the tune... listen to me I will guide you through the journey... don't take notes just remember to fill the gerney... pretty soon the sponge will leak the last drop... what will you do then but get ready to pop... pop goes the zombies in the graveyard... pop goes the symbol on the tarot card... Look into the sky and fill your mind with rhymes that don't make sence until you feel the sign... don't make confines, just build your shrine, customize the size and then offer the rines... until you find... that which don't make sense no mo... In ya mind... I just might go psycho... when we dine... don't be go callin the po po... you decided to trod with me on this little go go... just feel fine and you will know... into outer space we go... so buckle your seatbelt and ready the dro.
I'm security, as he fingers his suit on the corner of 5th can't you tell by my suit I'm the manager, too? I always imagine certain folks transforming into viscous hawks like genitalic talons and razor wires spill out the steaming ears like spider silk, and rusted wings . . I'm polite, though.
thunder rolls off your tongue sometimes . . here we are singing far too loud. my silence moans like feather walls- I scan for those who've lost teeth biting clocks, I scan for loud flowers and ancient tick-tocks of pinwheels in the static of hesitant time, where I can rhyme and remind some of their beating heart dynamic. So aware, I'm barely there which is nowhere, clinging to make-believe dollars spent on a satchel to steal poetry and wine.
quickwakeupspit most people are crazy, shining these days their powers of writing, something divine, but thinking in mind which ones to hire, all thoughts are connected my linguistic wetted, \the tip of my tongue lay most words for fun, i too sit and ponder what next to wonder, but flows come naturally, that's the only way to bat for me, like a baller i score, pass on the cheap whore, i'll split her in two, make her think she's anew, she's just another zero, one so small in here, living in fear of what her peer wants to hear. another verse unfolding, like motors on cars, my tongue wraps this language which minds call it ours, off to school to amke fun of toolz walking in the hall so bold when they know their pride always shows but for what, i don't know prolly a bitch or two payce
* NAG CHAMPA * Green ribbons tied as a bow into her short brown hair bounced up and down as she walked back and from the frozen food section to the produce bins. Out of the corner of her clear blue eyes she saw a line of people building up at the deli counter. "Great..." she thought to herself, as the inevitable addition of herself to the deli crew was growing into a very real possibility. Sam only ever eats fruits and vegetables, never meat. And besides, the last time she was forced to run the slicing machine she cut her finger. She finished stocking tomatos, pulled her cart into the back of the store, and with a pleading look on her face approached Brian, the store manager. Young guy, a bit short and a loud mouth, with an additude that could explode out of nowhere. "Hey can I step out, for just a minute?" she asked him. "Already? How long have you been here?" "Well since 8.." "Yea ok but hurry up." he snapped and turned around back to his tedious inventory case counting. Sam walked back out from the employee only side into the store. She passed through the produce section, and while she went by the deli line she looked at the people waiting so impatiently, mumbling about how Christmas is in three days and nothing is getting done. The deli crew was working as fast as possible, but there were only two people back there and it seemed as if every person in line wanted half an animal. Out of habit, she brushed her short locks behind her ears and stepped through the automatic front door. Sam hates the feeling of her hair hanging over her ears, even during the this season. She stepped over a pile of plowed snow and made her way over to a wooden bench, at the end of the building, out of site in order to keep customers from seeing employees indulge in their disgusting godless ritual. She pulled out a cigarette and her matches, lit one and breathed in the calming chemical cloud. In front of her, by the bank parking lot, she saw a girl who appeared to be around the same age walking toward her. Completley wrapped in a dull brown sweater with the hood pulled up over resting just above her eyes, she stood out like a dead tree, against the white snow on the parking lot. The girl came up and sat down right next to Sam on the bench. "Pardon me, but could you spare a cigarette please?" "Umm, yea, ok. Here you go..." as she pulled out another one and handed it over. She gave her her pack of matches to use. "So...nice day huh?" Sam said. "Yea.. it is beautiful. I love Christmas." Hey Sam, can I tell you something?" "Yea of course..." wondering how she new her name. "Well, I used to live in West Philly, in this really pretty house. It was wonderful during the snow storms. Anyway, we used to sit out front on the porch every night, and if you looked to your left you could see center city. The skyscrapers all stood out when they lit up after dark, and it was just, I dont know, it was just this most beautiful site. We would watch the snow gathering and bring beer to celebrate." Brooke turned and looked to her receiver breifly as she said this, and Sam saw sparkling streams running down her cheeks reflecting the sunlite. "I wonder what happened to her..." thinking. "And my boyfriend at the time would sit out with me, and during the summer time we would have such long conversations. I've never met another boy like him, he was really something." The sun sat higher now in the sky revealing that it was just before lunch for the full time regulars. Stubbing her cigarette out on the sidewalk, Sam brushed off her white blouse and tugged at the ribbons in her hair. She stood up and excused herself. "Well it was nice talking to you, but I have to get back into work..." And with that Sam turned around and went back through the automatic front entrance door and headed towards the store manager. She came up to Brian again who was mumbling and swearing under his breath. "Sam can you come in tomorrow with me, at 4am so we can get this counting out of the way?" Outside, Brooke stood up and removed her hood and continued walking the direction she had been going initially. Walking in the snow, head full of dreams and soundscapes, wandering aimlessly in the lunch time hour.
It is strange lol. It's very personal and really unless someone who knows about my life in the past few years, it wont mean anything. I just posted it as an example of my unpoetic observation writing
I love things like this, though. Even if I have no idea what you mean...it's just an abstraction from Earth, to me...all the things that are happening right now, with a slight mysteriousness to it.
im an mc and make hip hop, this is a 16 off a track called Lucid Secret Dimensions (LSD) i'll post more stuff if u guys like. . . in a trance so heavenly i dance with my memory's all made possible threw free lance chemistry mentally consumed walking a tunnel of doom puzzled by the clouds funneling to the moon then boom the peaks ill life stops to a slow still about the time the tree barks start to grow gills Hoffman's potion lost inside emotion to find life was just a ride to this moment frozen in ocean of askew brain flow where the insane go to see light split into rainbows the people most alive and were all high the bad guys ull never give a fair try u attend a church of lies so truth fears thee ud see life clearly worshiping Timothy Leary sincerely he society's soon to be cop out shut ur eyes open ur mind tune in and drop out
Here's a cheap rap I just wrote at work haha :cheers2: My body on my couch but my head be shattering fallacies Like Oscar the Grouch lifting the lid conflicting with malady I create macrocosmic reaity and birth microcosmic galaxies Every word in my rhymes is like digesting a trillion calories My annoyance grows in season and comes back like an allergy And I leave more trails of dead bodies than Mickey & Malerie Graphically, my visuals will make you seizue up twitch Physically they like injecting liquid Morphine making you itch Audibly they repeat and reveal biological structures in the beat Metaphisically we represent the fountain where your contradictions meet Showing love is like drowing and showing off intellect staying afloat I was born during a storm in the middle of the ocean on a boat Born rocking a mic and sniffing lines of dimethyltryptamine like coke Every 5 minutes goes up another line, nah I mean yo Staying higher than any other human being can conceive I got the plans To breathe fresh life and install your body with new glands Construct Cosmological blueprints with thoughts that travel faster than light And strike the source of energy, found God and proved I was right So while the rest of you cats are gigglin at a breathing wall I accidentally tripped over the Multiverse but I broke my own fall By blending into a collective, evenly distributed network of Myself A neon grid pattern that replicates soul projections and distributes the wealth Mathematical equations are a form of mental enslavement My words of revelation can cause your head to cave in So sit back and relax and enjoy the light show Cuz I got 20 niggas out back with gats ready to go
* It was a time to meet, repeat, retreat and trace the grid with the souls of your feet, Soldier, unaware of your duty to the light. We long to suffer. Differentiate.
* solar lips eclipse an aura from the tips of spiral galaxies all's broken, meandering drunk, clean, illegal. Few stand higher than shoe illuminated and sedated detached
* Born again, myeyes beam fractions off the sea // sky's a mirror out here afloat above the gardens of salty chances whilst full moon dances and my lovers bleed and vomit off the side. I slow the time and smoke my key (show me) bent dimension s, elaseered, and glowing wi a triggertic withg finth godly intent. r sev