I less than three you.

Apr 28

poeticallyundead:

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poeticallyundead:

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Jan 18

The redbeard was strong this morning.

The redbeard was strong this morning.

Jan 10

Making music and words 2

Finished the first part.

Shots ringing out people dying every day, contemplating life in a complicated way.
All the kids are hungry for the power to succeed, while the fathers kill the innocent just to watch them bleed.
Teachers giving up on the students in the class, go to sleep, drool on desk, all it takes to pass.
College is the place where you learn about debt, and the sexual diseases you wish you’d never get.
Standing on the corner with a price on your head, selling all the dope to the junkies, brain-dead.
Crack heads coppin’ daily meals of rocks and pipes and stolen wheels to get that cloudy mind alert with death-approved druggie deals
All the war veterans shocked in their shell, can’t find a job ‘cause they’re in a living hell.
Little baby crying, where’s her bottle, is she dying? Where’s her mom, where’s her dad, are they even fucking trying?
Standing in a line with a sign with a rhyme, walking in circles getting drunk off of wine.
Power to the people? What power, this is feeble; to think we control this place is unbelievable.
Tears being shed don’t have to be fed by the famine and the poverty, innocent dead.
Lift up my head; I take a look around, make up my mind, strength is what I found.

Dec 27

Making music and words.

In the past I would take instrumentals from various songs and put my own poetry/rap to the song.

I found a site to make my own instrumental, and I did.  Now I’m working on a poem to flow with the song.  Here’s a preview:

1.       Shots ringing out people dying every day, contemplating life in a complicated way.

2.       All the kids are hungry for the power to succeed, while the fathers kill the innocent just to watch them bleed.

O I love coming up with new poetry.

Oct 19

Contemplating 5

Try to wake me up and shake the tough thick ice encapsulating this fascinating alternating undulating force blanketed by a naked corpse.  My skin is thick but your daggers are too quick to rip a hole in my sick and twisted mind, all too unkind to the general world so blatantly blind.  I find a severed nerve cut by the curve of a sickle’s blade with a nickel-plated grade, my head has been splayed a million miles each direction, brain matter has lost connection to the inspection of this reflection.  The mirror’s infection sees me with pure inception, a dream within a dream’s perception causes infinite deception to everyone who sees me in full conception.   I begin to end my cycle of life as infants crawl and old people haul their chain and ball that is their wall of historical proofs and embellished truths, yet I listen like a youth learning from their desires, burning like fires, scorching the land that was once a grand emerald expand of water and sand.  Their crumbling hand gives me a sense of death as I let out an intense breath, accepting the fact there is no turning back to the wheezing hack of a storyteller’s ‘Jack’, who went up the hill and climbed a beanstalk at will, whose head was a pumpkin and killed with precision so skilled they called him ‘The Ripper’ and filled children’s ears with fears.  Their tears would sear hot planks on the pier where their imaginary friend drowned in a death so severe they could not would not swim in water so clear they could see their toes.  Wiggle as they may, little piggies die every day as we grow up and forget to play with our young soul, it’s sad to say.  Am I dying or growing up lying to myself I won’t make it another day if I keep trying to forget my past, my future won’t last as I slowly melt into a vast carbonic wasteland.  Arise, fair cast, a plateau of me has become a symbol of what not to be.  Grow up and become something, just don’t die prematurely.  Like me.

Contemplating 4

Another night of no sleep, nothing to keep the faith that will leap like the sheep out of deep concentration without making a peep.  You walk up the hill, but the incline is too steep, not even a Jeep will be able to creep up the side, with a will so strong it breaks the hallucinations of this nation’s reincarnation of a weather stations static resonation.  Testing, testing, your voice scatters through the air in particles so tiny it becomes dusty diamonds so shiny.  The piney scent from the trees lingers through the air and the breeze, while I imagine running my fingers through your hair, until I freeze in a state so untouchable, there we sit, on top of the mountain, on top of the world, the youthful fountain has taken your skin and pearled it to restore what you loved and instead of two eyes are spherical sighs of relief that you have regained your belief.  What is it, my dear?  Please tell me, no fear, that you are truly awake and no God can forsake what you saw in that flake of snow, only you could make it into a lake of a million forgiven mistakes, all of which were merely misguided takes on the purpose of life, or what I thought it was.   I’m sorry, but for what?  Life goes on, and now that you are young again life will always be fresh, no more rhymes to remind you of times past, oops, accidental bliss.  Someday I’ll wake up for real and see what you see.  Until then I lie here in a frozen wonderland of speeding thoughts without the ability to string them together.  It is only the beginning, trust me.

Contemplating 3

In this coma I can dream about low self-esteem being blinded by the beam lighted by the stream of unparalleled extreme guilt as my confidence does wilt and the water turns to silt because all that I have built has been demolished by the tilt of the building blocks held up by a stilt and then kicked out from underneath its kilt.  I’m falling down like the frown on a clown with a town full of evil eyes in a disguise of blue and brown.  Take this crown, it is yours now, and I forever will be a silent P on this pneumonia of me, so drastically impractically sarcastically too blind to see what once was “we”, but now just “she”.  Of course it’s a girl that has decided to unfurl all of the pain in my brain that makes me insane in a fetal position I curl.  The longer I go the stronger I flow like the rivers aglow with the lava of show and tell, a 5th grader’s hell when his collectable shell was crushed by a force, a thousand-ton horse, a bully of course.  The mind beating on the heart, so unkind, cheating from the start, false hopes and endless ropes to climb, but covered in slime, you slip and fall, you flip like a wall from a normal life and formal ball to Eyes Wide Shut, masks and all.  My brain is still dead from your stiletto heal tread, I’m bloody and red, revive me instead.  Kiss me one last time before the line goes flat and I’m left where I’m at, location not exact.  All I see is white except a silhouette of night that embodies your might and your belief that I’m right when I held you so tight you nearly lost sight of the endless flight at the endless height we precipitated from.  We rained down hard while the evil people took guard, but we killed them all with a skilled free-fall, tumbling and mumbling like a loud heart so scarred with the pumping and thumping of a life so marred.  The coma is over, I’m finally dead.  We win.

Contemplating 2

Now that I’ve got your attention I want to mention how I’m clenching

Your heart in my hand, you gotta understand this wasn’t planned but I feel

it flinching.  Eyes turning black your pupils under attack seeing all the ghosts

With the most unbeknownst thought you are truly in a cracked out host of all that is

Mentally and physically uncontrollable as your face begins to melt away to the un-dull able

Pencil writing these gullible words.  You believed everything you heard, that’s just absurd

To rip off your own skin must be a sin to the herd of sheep that follow your God, but if you

Think this is odd just look at how much you’re flawed with your hipster I-Pod.  I’ll shove a rod

Through your bod and make you holier than thou as your soul escapes and how much

Do you think it will hurt then as you breathe out but can’t breathe back in?

This rhyme doesn’t need a rap to compare with half the crap that the world puts between

The gap of their existence and their fake reality where totality is just a back ally of

All their favorite drugs and the false mentalities.  So what if I’m speaking in tongue this poem

Must never be sung or prepare to be hung by the only one among us who teaches the young

To never grow up only show up with their finger on the gun ready to blow up and get stung.

The killer bee in us brings life to a finish or at least to diminish all of the Jesus fish

Stuck on the cars oh shit I’m dead.

Sep 19

Contemplating.

Yo, I’m hallucinating contemplating kushy fades it’s

Racing through my veins in my brain my head explodes like grenades.

Eyes are heavy tripping out to my surprise I’m on a cloud but

Don’t look up or else you’ll die my lightning bolt up in your eye

See me now? I don’t know how you wouldn’t vow to take a bow.

Everyday I’m gonna pray the zombies may decide to stay, but

To my surprise I gotta get wise the undead rise the final day

Elevator straight to Hell I’m going down to ring the bell

Answer me fatality my bloody hands impatiently

Are waiting to see what philosophy has done to me.  Set me free

Or kill me quick flick the bic the candle wick the clock is ticking

Time to make the choice to take my voice away or change your mind

I’m falling behind but I can find a way to grind the golden rule and

Get it unsigned.  The devil is blind to my escape, the fire is out

Time to rape the game of life I’ll stick it in and twist the knife.

Scream my name I love the fame but when I die, who’s to blame?

I burn my lip I’m not equipped to kiss the flames I am ashamed

To know your death your final breath was due to meth it’s really lame.

I gave you the pipe and over-hyped it made you think you really liked it.

Decomposing runny nosing water hosing mirror posing

I see my soul is slowly closing my mind is frozen and now I’m dead.

Aug 19

Some comical freestyle rhymes

I like to free-style some lyrics in a automotive forum I frequent.  Here’s my silly work…

got that ginger nut up in here
my pinky in her butt so i don’t seem queer
got the hanes socks super low cut
slanging crack rocks, H-I wanna cut
living life large cuz i eat fast food
lick that girl’s fuzz i only eat in the nude

I like guns.
I like meat.
I like to eat.
I like sucking on pig feet.
Shooting my skeet at a Honda Civic meet
It’s a glorious, notorious undefinable feat.
Hater drinking bacon juice like purple gatorade
Crocodiles eyeballing me like derpy hatorade.
Cock back the hammer bout to wreck your day
PeteSi rocking his famous pink beret.
He doesn’t know how, he doesn’t know when.
He’s about to get his shit pushed in.

Pete SI, skeet in your eye.
He’s attracting bitches like garbage to a fly.
Sniffing those panties while she’s in the other room.
He’s stuntin’ like Leelu with that big bada boom.
5th elemental rapping is beyond my brain.
Look out Pete, panties got a blood stain.
Sitting in class, playing with my bone.
Nuts in the ass, freak that bitch out Tone!

GOT DAT TEXAS PRIDE
BITCH I’LL TAN YO HIDE
ROLLIN FO’ DEEP WIT DEM SWANGAS ON MY RIDE

SMOKIN’ ON DAT COUGH,
SIPPIN’ ON DAT MED,
RIDIN’ SO DIRTY WHILE YO GIRL GIMME HEAD

MAN HOLD UP, I’M SNUBBING ALL YOU HATERS.
IF YOU AIN’T FROM TEXAS YOU’RE A CHRONIC MASTURBATER.
BEEN HAD ICED OUT WITH THAT GUCCI DIAMOND NECKLACE
BUCKLE UP, IT’S THE LAW, AND BITCH DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS


TAZ THREE-NINETY-FO, DRINKIN’ THAT PATRON.
DUDES POURING DRINKS FOR HIM LIKE HE’S ALL UP ON THEIR BONE
HE CAN’T HANDLE HATE, HE CRIES LIKE DAWSON’S CREEK
DRIVING THAT MAXIMA, SHIT IS BREAKING EVERY WEEK
HE LIKES TO SPEND HIS MONEY, GOTTA GIVE HIM PROPS
HE KEEPS MECHANICS BUSY AT ALL THE AUTO SHOPS
MAN HOLD UP, TAZ WANTS TO RACE
BUT FIRST HE’S GOTTA LET A DUDE JIZZ ON HIS FACE

GOT MY NGA PEDEX, MAKIN’ BITCHES CUM FASTER THAN FEDEX
GOT THAT FISHING POLE, EATIN’ SUSHI ROLL
BOATS AND HOES HE THROWS THEM BOWS AT YOUR LOCAL WATER HOLE
WATCHIN’ ENTOURAGE, CAM JAMMIN’ THE GARAGE
BEASTIE BOYS GOT NOTHIN’ ON HIM PEDEX BRINGIN THA SABATOGE
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY, THAT NGA BETTER PRAY
THAT PEDEX CASTS ANOTHER SPOT WHERE THAT FISH DON’T LIKE TO STAY

IT’S MY NGA PETE, SMELLIN’ GIRLZ FEET
PUSSY POPPIN’ BOTTLE DROPPIN’ SLANGIN’ SEX ON THA STREET.
STYLIN’ AND PROFILIN’ HE’S GOT THE FELLAS JELLY
DEM CHICKS BOUT IT BOUT IT WITH HIS DOUGHBOY BELLY

PUSSY ON THE PEDESTAL, HE GOT FIRST PLACE
JUICES DRIPPING DOWN THEIR LEG AND ON HIS GANGSTA FACE
STRIPPERS GIVING PETE A SHOW IT’S ALWAYS FREE OF CHARGE
HE DON’T CARE HE FUCKS THEM BARE AND PAYS THEM TWENTY LARGE

HE SHITS OUT CASH AND PISSES GOLD AND VOMITS PLATINUM.
THIS NGA’S SO RICH, THAT NA’VI TRIBE PAY HIM UNOBTANIUM.
HONEYS CRAWLING OVER HIM LIKE NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD.
FUCK YOU HATERS, PETE’S MY BOY. IF YOU TALK SHIT YOU GET THAT LEAD.