Anyone please add any freestyle writing that comes to mind. I just cannot understand, why a man, would spread his hand, cuffed, with money concealed to a stranger, desires to mame her, turn her lame. Beat her until she is insanly possessed by death,possibly. but the word death cannot express the emotion fealt, dealt with, it is like a celtic, ritual. Before I said a fistful, of money, and honey i plan to keep the subject hungry, for sin. For sin is spread within these womens cunts. I said **** and the subject is blunt, but, if you are still reading you must have come to the point. A wrecked women in detroit, stands. Legs wide, "Fifteen dollars and your dick can be inside,---- me -." She explains. Her eyes turned a lame color of gray, if she could, she would say, Niggah please I wont be, on that dick today. You could not pay for such a gift. But these womens clits hang dirty. "Give me thirty and I will do anything you want." They aggressivly taunt, yearn, groan, moan over money paid. Money today is not diapers for a, Bay bay, It's just enough for a rock, A rock that I will stick in my sock and lock away. Until later today when I find a gay, man who knows the hand I have been dealt. Who knows how I work for my wealth and does the same. Postitution will never change, but it can be tamed. These women claim to be worthless. Pull the curtains, that show society shut. Did jesus walk with the rabais' or did he walk with those who took it in the butt. Those who were "corrupt." Those who may have had eyes wide, but were forced to keep them shut. So we must, join hands and bust, the barrier between a scarier philosphy then we already read. These people may be, -junkies- but these people be.
hey, i love the flow... it's hard for me to write about things that aren't pretty. i like your nick, dogfood420. LOL.
its cool but i dont like the references to religion. fix that part and i could make it into song version.
love love love is what they say well pal if I had my way I'd be dishin' it -- fishin' for the right one every day but the fish don't bite the end's in sight and I'm thinkin I might lay down and die cos the blue of the sky's not as blue as my inner eye, no and unless things start soon, oh I'm gonna rip it up tear it my heart can't bear it and I'm melting from the inside john said, all you need is love well when push comes to shove, and you've got none, then what, son? gonna lay down and take it like I do? or be brave enough to look for someone new? LOL yeah... uhhh not too good at freestyling... whooooooooooo!
Piece by pice Release Anger and hate Don't negate Your feelings Forever reeling Through endless space and time Trapped in one mind One straight path Doin't even laugh You know it's true Who's ever been good enough for oyu Not I Not him Not her On whim Not a single thing you ever said Will be left on my mind Before I'm pronounced dead Yeah, It sucks, and it's pretty pointless, but what can I say, I'm bored and felt like posting
thnx all... please add more, i will soon just having a mind block at the moment..... Much love to all.
all you see is broken glass you can watch the time pass you can see it spin you can see it crash what should you do now man what about that gash you are bleeding pretty bad theres smoke everywhere you should see the scene its mad what should you do lie down or move dont get up what are trying to prove you dont feel no pain? keep your head man dont go insane its all one big crash but the end result is real i know you dont want to feel that pain you feel coming open the door get out and face the world
about the original post: do you mean freestyle as in freestyle (AKA free-form) poetry or as in a rap freestyle cause if you really freestyled that (rap type) than not only am I Elvis but I just shot a nice fiery falcon out of my ass also, what type of posing faggot puts a 'z' at the end of freestyles?
what type of "posting faggot" drops in with a question like that, duck? or is that dick - like what you suck? and that falcon comin outta your ass, well you should lay off the grass cause the flaming bird is a phoenix - either that or its my hand, doused in gas, tryin to send you a message.
but you're right tho - i'd call dogfoods post more of a slam poem - ala the beatniks revisited, which i thought was good. flame on, though, dont let me stop you.
'posing faggot' not ""posting faggot"" I know that a phoenix is the flaming bird I meant to say 'flaming falcon' cus' falcons don't flame, it adds to the unrealistic-ness
hahaha i tried to slam you and i fucked it up - thats perfect. posing makes more sense of course - i'll let him defend himself from now on. but really Duck - ease up.. wheres the hippy love and respect?
It's okay I do it sometimes to and 'bout that ease up thing, I just really hate posers especially when people take them seriously
First of all, I know better than anyone that he's not a poser. and second, It's his style of writting, I don't see you writting anything.
FIRST OFF dUCK YOUR INTELLIGENCY IS DEFINETLY SHOWN IN THE WAY THAT YOU SPEAK. WIDEEYED YOU ARE RIGHT THOUGH IT IS MORE OF A SLAM STYLE, BUT THE NIGHT THAT I DECIDED TO POST I WASN'T IN THE STATE OF MIND THAT I REALLY CARED WHAT IT READ. BACK TO YOU DUCK, IF YOU THINK UR BAD......BRING SOMETHIN.... TALK THE FRIGGIN TALK...YOU THINK YOU ACTUALLY CAN FREESTYLE, WHICH BY THE WAY YES I REALLY DO FREESTYLE I AM THAT HIP-HOP TYPE, THEN LETS SEE WHAT YA GOT. IF YOU DONT I THINK AN IGNORANT LITTLE BASTARD LIKE URSELF SHOULDN'T EVEN SPEAK ABOUT THE SUBJECT.
Id have to agree, it is his own form of expression. As for who could write better I wouldn't know *is gonna sit that one out*
As I sit here and drink my tea, my mind is busy exploring the sea. "Wow, that's alot of water" While I was busy watching the waves crash near me, an odd looking fish crawled up and sat on my knee. I looked down and when he spoke i didnt make a sound, "It's been far to long since I sung the water song." I bent down to offer a kiss, and with a swish - he was gone! Stop, think about it. take a step back, drop if you come running i'll put up my block A Space rock sent from Mr. Spock Live Long and Prosper, do it proper Don't be the next face on Crime Stoppers blowing through a silent wind I taste the void, I invite it in Its not a sin, but let me beggin my un charted travel on the mindless psycho babble please let me play some scrabble? as the poetry flows know body knows what i have to show but im gonna have to turn that tap on let it live long, and flow strong like those hits from your bong, infecting your mom and your mind its devine but i spit this to a secont time