A Poem Thread

Prediction

into the void steps ancient folly,
reincarnated rises the bloodless coup,
raped by revolution dies the bloodless coup,
licked by the pain of war struggles the bloodless coup.
an orgy of depravity,
unreal passion surmounted on a crown of indignity.
individualism's death glimmers as a star,
radiant and ever nearer,
fateless cries abound the earth,
a grail of blood seals our doom.
a flower of pain grows on the graveyard of youth.
a child of destiny dies in the womb.
a brilliance of gloom is seen by all,
portentous.
 
Airavata if i lit up the finest of the Mary Jane known to man, closed the lights, closed my eyes, put on headphones and let loose the soulful sound of the sitar the images i get would come close to that of your poetry....also the beautiful singing of no words, just harmoneous notes being carried with ease and percision.

Very trippy stuff brotha, very trippy indeed. Keep it up.
 
One Hour

One hour.
Sixty minutes.
Nine-hundred breaths.
Three-thousand six-hundred seconds.
One glimmer in the eye of time.
One moment 'twixt two lovers.
One passion.
One love.
 
Destiny's Journey

To walk the way of shadows.
To tread the path of stars.
To dream beyond the world,
This destiny is ours.
To sail upon the solar winds,
Across the ebon sea.
To visit far flung worlds,
In distant galaxies.
Our ship, she is a bonny craft.
A maiden fair and true.
Her steel hull and silver sails,
Lead us to lands anew.
Onward, onward sturdy crew,
We must prepare to sail.
Onward now and ever more,
I know we cannot fail.
We'll follow along a starry path,
Past the bounds of earth.
To places far beyond our sight,
Beyond the world of our birth.
 
They've blackened our hearts
and gouged out our eyes
They've broken our backs
then stifled the cries

But I smell a change coming
and nobody knows
that the banks will all burst
when the red river flows

Then through the slick
and through the slime
a seed is again planted
by hands of time

So stop now and listen
smell taste and feel
coz the prettiest flower
is still crushed by the wheel.

ScRaMbLe 1995
 
Cheers :) I've got others but they're kinda dark, I was in a bad place back then! All better now tho :D
 
Poison

If you treat me like poison,
I'll sneek into your veins.
And the only cure for me, hun,
is one that drives you insane.

So treat me like a snake, dear,
because it's true, I bite.
But then, the poison isn't what you fear.
What you fear is if I'm right.

If you treat me like I'm venom,
I'll be just what you thought.
I'll reach into your heart and numb
the feelings you once sought.

So treat me like a spider,
and fall into my web.
My hunger just grows wider,
this toxin will not ebb.
 
I fall down
to the stars
from my house uphill.

I am here,
where noone know's what's real,
always crying uphill.

Singing,
telling you my dreams,
I see everything so clear.

My cristal house uphill.
 
Just read the last two pages. You guys are writing some great stuff! Now I'm gonna have to read the other 15 pages! :mad: :D
 
And the sun is glowing with the stars
The pure bright sun without scars
And the moon is glowing in the blue
The dark moon and the darkness is all true

The hail falls
The chill calls
Clouds come and go slow
Cold air blows with the flow

All that breathe are gone
All that walk have vanished
All that is left is none

And the world feels banished
And the darkness lies where light shone on
And the life has vanished



<font size=1 color="999999">this is meant to be a sonnett, but I'm not sure if it is.... anyway, enjoy</font>
 
Written 10 years ago sitting in the central dessert of Australia with Ayers Rock on the horizon and the sun ...she was a setting



Love

How can you feel
*****the warmth of a rainbow

How can you know
*****the moon high above

How can you hear
*****the symphony of a sunset

If you know nothing
*****of love?

( yeah I know....I'm a hopeless romantic)
 
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this posted page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture
Limited edition composition spark friction
non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant
Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence
Who original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter
Flies sense to flock when they spot this live figure
The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya
Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa
Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often
narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack
Words attack like a british bulldog, observe the stacks
Now all pay tribute to this entity
A spark that surges through the undergrowth
overwhelmin the populace from the entry
I was appointed to strike the vital nerve
Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words
Observe the magnetic attraction as I breathe
To rise and take power I blew tower-ing over the land
Let the mind use the physical as planned

this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it

As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home , Mama said, take your time young man and build your own. Don't wind up like your old dad, still searching for them glory days he never had. So many bad, want to scheme for American dreams, no more kings. The cash rules everything now, we going down. These babies looking up to us, it's up to us. The Million Man March, get on the bus. But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate
Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate. No longer, brothers, we unstable. Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other. Watever for power, money and gain feeling no shame, yet at death most say their prayer.
In the housing, thousands seen early graves. Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved. All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers. The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger. In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children. Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in. The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest. Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble. Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble. Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge. They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting. It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll. Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold. Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow. I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels.
The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole. Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold their life and times, deadly like the virus design. But too, minute to dilute, the science is mine.
And still I hear...
A voice crying from the wilderness of the North. A representation of the families that lost one, all victims of incarceration or other divisions of the family structure. Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations, babies being born with
disfigurations, experimentations. On their faces there bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail. Big brothers been slain from hails of gun fire. It lightly begins to rain screams of terror that are hidden by the passing trains. This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried as he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane.
Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness....his uncle watched the horror as the boy swallowed his tongue. Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother, who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner.
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming. Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring. The streets are deep, every day is like a rerun
these...
Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days. Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise. Tree of life, more precious than his golden game. The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame.
Crime visions in my blood got me, envisioning myself locked in prison. While we die hard living, people whine about religion, vision blow, spin, and sin and killing whats it revealing. It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen.
Zero process, progress, become the hunted. America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it. Some love the speed, some satisfy a need, some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed. The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed.
One shot flew astray, and then caught my little seed. Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife. The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes. Take in my energy, breath and know the rest, cause the good die young and the hard die best.
 
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Inside a Lucid Dream? I see, hear thoughts and beings in the form of Demons that scheme. They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losin my mind. Exploration of my other side, perceptions of the outside looks more dirty. Reality is more real in pain, reminds me I havent got away. Tranform to a plane, touch outer space, still feel the same, so empty. Hard to be meek and innocent, while being hurt within, a scar always there. Its equal to a beating, from someone that you thought cared. Felt by the souls eternity, spirits depleting. Got to escape I'm sorry. Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry. Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
but he ignores me, unfortunately cause I'm guilty. Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless. I'm chokin off marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus. Fallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?
Still they wanna bury me, I'm worried, no need to lie.
I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry. I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there? No answer... an thats the answer, tells me am I lost cause I'm lonely. I thought I had friends but in the end a man dies lonely. Nowhere to run I'm in terror, adrenaline rushin one to his caretaker. A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there. If I was, is there a future for a killer, if I change my ways? Regardless, it still doesnt promise me the next day, nothings fair, makes one heartless. They wonder if I'm hellbound... well Hell
can't be worse than this, cause I'm in Hell now
I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies. And, in their dreams it's Hell where they sendin me. And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me? Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain
Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind. I spend my time in this cell, ain't nothing well. I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail? My life is in denial, and when I die, baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed so many tears. Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears. Reminiscing on my past fears, been thru many hectic years, it appears that I've been marked for death.
My heartless breath. My life is stressed. Shit is scary, how War for Peace legendary? And most times unnecessary. It all seems useless born from nothing, returning to nothing, filled with agony.
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me, nothing but worlds pains within me. Take it, soak in it, like Jesus, I'm Stigmatic, a scream that pierces infinitly without no one hearing me. I die with nothing changing. My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer, to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest. I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace. And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it. I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free. They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame. Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just the misery. Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep. Will I survive til' the mour'nin, to see the sun.
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come...
Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide. Seen drivebys takin lives, little kids die. Wonder why as I walk by, broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high. This ain't the life for me, I wanna change. But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game. Trapped inside a maze, in a time thats not mine. See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy.
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin babies, so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady. Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison. I'm hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take no more. I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me into Heaven's door
shed so many tears.

Enuff of this stuff...change the focus to rise above.

Passionate rage, forcing me to find a way out the cage. To let it all go means taking control, while taking yours.
Started from humble beginnings, remembered a rebel in my ending. Like a secret, I'm a seeker for the answer for living. So why waste time, every second I'm closer to dyin'. As a Human being, gotta try, attempt to rise, while I got time, since the world would rather pass us by. With a body and mind, do more than just try to survive. Maybe leave something behind. Combined spirits grasping with iron hands on my ambitions, I begin to climb. Out this pit of self pity, transform adversity to ambition then look back and smile, traversed many miles not stopping for nothing. Times made me cold hard, wondering, if giving a helping hand is worth something. An eye for an eye scratch mine I scratch yours is what I'm learning. Not compassionate, only empathic. Understanding, seeing others struggling, I cant stand it might as well do something about it. Got me wanting to commit an act of kindess, tho not righteous. Just time to time get something right done, to shines the best of us.
 
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