Let me see your creative side

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5J2saX1QY_M"]YouTube - Anonymous Subspecies - Gone With The Wind

Just a song I came up with. The sound is kind of low so you might have to turn it up. Gotta mess with my microphone volume, I'm always tweaking something. I'd post a poem I wrote the other night, but it's pretty heart-felt and don't want anyone to steal it.

Got a youtube channel and an artist acct on myspace too if anyone wants to check it out. Loads more music, poetry and vids.

https://www.youtube.com/dregann2190
http://www.myspace.com/anonymoussubspecies

Great post btw! I love perusing other people's artforms

 

it honestly seems to me like only bands use myspace anymore.
i don't have a facebook, and i like myspace... lol but still

 

Some probably don't have a plug in for it to work but I don't know how to put it up on youtube, don't have windows movie maker.

http://www.acidplanet.com/components/embedfile.asp?asset=1245045&T=1282

 

here we go muh fuckahs, here's where it's at
i'm comin straight for you with a baseball bat
you tried to rip me off, but when i show up
you try to start explainin shit but i didn't come to talk

you think your gonna jack me?
well i ain't about to call the po-lice.
take matters in my own hands
i gonna make you niggas understand

i think bites much smaller than your bark
remember that i'm from cuba, new york
this aint the city or the concrete jungle
it's the opposite actually and i don't think you wanna rumble
step into my hood and here's what we gonna do
chop you up and make your ass into pig food
if that don't work i'm gonna cut you into pieces,
throw you in my woodstove and keep my ass from freezin'

that's my freestyle over neuro's beat

 

whoops double post

 

This is a poem I wrote that I posted in the Stoners' Lounge as well:

There’s Always Something​

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What could turn the world of discrete objects into an amorphous ocean?
The fuel that keeps an obsessed brain flickering like a kerosene lantern
Fighting to stave off the bright darkness burning irresistibly
i, the space between sleepless nights, the sound a tree makes when no one is around
The scaffold for every sincere prayer ever uttered
What you find between the lines
The gap between feeling and calculation, ego and self
The impetus for an infant’s cries, the mirror in a pair of dead eyes
Mathematicians and engineers know better than to worry about the implications
Of an assumption, arbitrarily invented, (with good intentions of course!)
To make sense of other assumptions
or maybe for the sole purpose of confounding our collective unconsciousness
Where they hide, and hope no one will ever say what they’ve all been thinking:
fictions built upon fictions, these are not the giant’s shoulders I was promised

Well,
I’ve forsaken the prayers, scribbled calculation after calculation
And forsook those too
I studied radical Love divided by a Self raised to the power of Doubt
And found the root of desire
Which has to be real. so I guess satisfaction is the imaginary part
But what of the hearts worn thin, shackled to uncertainty and
Self-condemned to settle for nothing less than the Big Picture?
Their plight weighed heavily on my mind, left me powerlessly
sinking into slumber, where I dreamed of a world without time or eyelids.
and saw a steel monument shoot lightning bolts back into the sky
Lakes rained clouds and
I floated on solid ground
When I could focus on nothing else but the will to blink
A voice, soundless and cruel, whispered
Of an ellipse and a question mark […?] at the center of the universe
When I asked what would be found there
The silence grew voiceless, and I endured
Truth with a capital t replaced forever by
a lowercase i.

But I found comfort in a moment’s hubris:
When the human animal dives to into a sea of ignorance
(Where the honest go to be lost in the tides)
And the gullible, enticed by i sparkling like fool’s gold or cubic zirconia
Struggle against gravity
Risk life retrieving it, to shine light onto it, understand and own it
The moment the light touches it, its appeal vanishes almost as instantly

 

I went too quick into the hustlers game.
Never knew what making it stack really took.
But these new ideas got my mind shook.
Started making dough like the Pillsbury factories.
Now too many people are coming back for me.
Drug trafficin, and the same freaks are back again.
Can't read, can't write, my underpits smell.
So much money no wishes for the wishing well.
Making all this money, but im in solitary confinement.
All my friends left me cause in my game there was no refinement..
Kept letting all these dead president's reside in my account.
Started having so much money I lost count.
Make it rain, make it rain, this is a fucking drought.
Who wants to just throw their fucking money out.
Learn how to kick it and be a real gangster.
Don't take advice from the fabler or the prankster.
Neither of them can tell you like it is.
But that's what it is when you step into a man's biz.
Might think it's simple, like when you popped your first pimple.
But that's a thought for your dimple having ass.
No doubt the police are dumb,
but for hustlers the money makes reality numb.
Real friends stay true, but real friends don't want to hang around you.
Feds think it's time so for you it's the boys in blue.
But you're still too smart, keep selling and creeping.
Even got to take a peep at the man's whole stash,
but the stash wasn't bought with his cash.
The Feds decided it was time to be the plug.
But you aren't no conduit except for drugs,
could have been anything in this lowly society.
Judge said " you and your friends been buying cocaine from me."
You see, He and the law enforcement work for the same entity.
All out to get you, paranoia sets in deep, all you want is the plea.
But first remember you supplied the whole town. (what happened to the last dealer?)
You captured them all in your inquenchable lust.
For the money or bust!
But that's the truest statement about the game.
The whole picture is never in the frame when trying to think of consequences.
You can do the time or snitch, be the cops little bitch.
Drug dealing was the requiem to the get rich scheme.
I wish I could tell you it was a feverish dream, but drug dealing has lost it's gleam.