Take a Look at Eastern Europe, World War Three's about to start
Does anybody care? If the World gets blown apart
-
Does anybody care, how many million will be dead?
Death Destruction Pain and Woe, this is what's ahead
-
We'll watch it on the news, we'll watch the talking heads
We'll say oh tisk-tisk, then curl up in our beds
-
Good thing it's over there, good thing it's far away
We will donate to some charity, and send them a bouquet

Hey Queerass ****** Poet, Hey Poet ****** Queer
Don't you like my rhymes? Are they too austere?
-
Why is that ****** Poet? Why oh why oh Poet Queer
Because you'll burn in Hell? Is this too severe?
-
Not Sever enough! In Hell you're going to fry
A red-hot dildow up your ***...no KY to apply
-
Demons ram it in and out, while they flay your *** with whips
Dipped in venom from a Lion Fish, with razors on the tips
-
Through broken glass and burning coals, they'll drag you night and day
This for all Eternity...and your stinking *** sauté
-
But you don't have to worry, no need for you to fret
You're a "christian" ******, the above you can forget
-
With Water oh so Holy, you ****** your *** real good
And have a "Gay" old time, with your brothers in the hood

It's gone far to far
weapons of mass destruction
it's dysfunctional

                       Kelly McManus

Playin' games.
=============
Jay Text Sandman aka Skitz Text

Set the timer click click now the clock is tick tockin'.
I came to play the game. Like a KNIK KNAK knockin'.
Your rhyme flow is slow you know like PLAYDOUGH.
I gobble up fine rhymes like a HUNGRY HIPPO.
Like SUBBUTEO I kick it.
Shruggin' off your challenge like BUCKAROO kickin'..
..up ****. I sunk your BATTLESHIP.
You played out your game of CHARADES. That's it.
I dig deep in me rhyme dictionary.
You scrawl on the the wall like palsy PICTIONARY.
Not strugglin'. I'm jugglin' the rhymes in me head.
Slam dunk. KERPLUNK. Nuff said.
No, never. No way. Who am I kiddin'?
You know I got the rhymes. And I got the rhythm.
I confess. Like a game of CHESS.
Checkmate. No debate. Not a pretty pawn missin'. *  

It’s the end of the games like RIP,
I Multikill MC’s like COD,
Keep your mind on your MINECRAFT can’t catch me,
Cause Skitz is EC's Artillery,
droppin bombs watch the FALLOUT or you’re Dogmeat
FAR CRY from the old days of CRT
So your attempt is DOOMed best clear the room,
SWAT’s get Swatted Mic shotgun BOOM!,
Blast backdraft will destroy your CIV,
No cheat codes PAC em up MAN time to give,
RESPEC- to the PORTAL gun hangin’ on me hip,
You’ve got HALF a LIFE left faster than NO CLIP
But I said no cheatin’ Hackers get Hacked up,
No Multiplayer,cause you’ve no backup,
I’m glorying in the games we play,
Checkmate VS XBOX  pass to Jay.

Chorus
Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic and it's Jay to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.  

When I flex it's hectic. Like SCALEXTRIC.
Switch lanes to PERFECTION.
I've a MONOPOLY in this game.
Don't pass go. Go straight to jail.
You fall like DOMINOES. I leap like a salmon.
Tisk tisk. Big RISK. Now I have BACKGAMMON.
Stamina. A steady hand OPERATION.
Ace up me sleeve and I'm just playin' PATIENCE.
Got me POKERface on.
Read 'em and weep as the game plays on.
I got a dead mans hand but I animate the mic.
BULLDOGS charge. You know I'll reach the other side.
Back to me den.
Repeat after me like SIMON SAYS.
RED ROVER, RED ROVER. I call Jay over.
You think it's over ?
No my friend. *  

Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic Schizophrenic to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.  

This Steam Machine is heatin' up a treat
So don’t be TEKKEN the ****,just feel the beat,
This KOMBAT’s MORTAL to enemies,
But it’s a full HEALTH PACK to Fans of E.C.,
So OverClock your CPU,
get your Soundcard Jumpin like chimps in SIM ZOO,
drop DICE on ICE from here to Timbuktoo,
STREET FIGHTER’s and Writers BIOSHOCKin' you

Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic Schizophrenic to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.  

I SPY with my little eye.
Somethin' beginnin' with J. I let fly.
As your JENGA tower wobbles.
I smile. You drop tiles. Dropped your poxy box of SCRABBLE.
Look out. That could spell disaster.
Triple word score as the rhymes rip past ya. Blast ya.
Quick out the trap like The Flash playin' SNAP.
Check the lyrical master. *
As the Dungeon Dragon spreads his wings-lets fly
playin' the game the pied piper pies,
catch you rats in me MOUSETRAP its a snap,
"cause I wrote the rhymes that broke the bulls back"
I'm the KING OF THE HILL I got ya QUICKSCOPIN'
in THE SHADOWS OF MORDOR prayin' and hopin'
for a hero like MARIO to bust you loose,
Jay's SNAKE'n' up the LADDER time to twist the noose

Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic E.C. to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.  

What ya think ?              
Me rhymes kink, bend and fold like TWISTER.
A wicked rhythm like DOUBLE DUTCH. Skip, skip.
Like EVEL KNIEVEL. Flywheel spinnin'.
Rev it up. Dump the clutch.        
See me grinnin'. Knockin' down the pin and..
SPIROGRAPH lines in me rhyme. I'm spinnin..
..out of control. You can't cope with me GYROSCOPE.
I bring you back to the beginnin'.*

Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic E.C. to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.

Mercy mercy mercy me
How unmerry loneliness can be
Tisk tisk tisk a tad
No one to accompany me
So here here I sit,
Fragile underneath the pecan tree

I want to feel that sweet kiss
   of the blade upon my wrist.

I want to hear that sweet whisper
   of my breath going hiss.

I want to see that sweet dance
   of the scarlet lines gone amiss.

I want to taste that sweet embrace
   of my guilt going tisk, tisk, tisk.

My memory is filled with icy thoughts so chilled
I begin to stammer, loss of breath, like a ghost
That follows me, my teeth chatter,  so many
Of my warning words that no one ever heard,
Locked away in fear, the watchers always near,
Thoughts flooding with grief, the darkness fraught,
Ever filled with thieves so fast they seem to disappear.

It would seem I am beyond what some deem a good guy in the end,
Every time my breath catches, I seem to feel on the mend.
Then it begins again, a waking crash like flashing light,
Well I never get much rest, before it's over, twilight pests.
They follow me at dusk, this rain, and hail it must,
Until I am lost in thought, I awaken to this unspoken fact,
That if I had not been poor, friends would be at my door.

Blind with broken dreams, this is quite a scene,
It seems that money spoke, it made my life a joke.
Still I ask why oh why oh why? And I get the same answer,
It'll come to you some day, boy, you're getting old, tisk tisk,
This world is cold and full of holes, your worries are absurd,
Not a word, NOT another WORD, your logic is absurd...

last I wanna see or hear
is you cried.
cause the pain I get from that hurts inside.
I feel your sorrow,I feel how hollow.
But remember,If i'm in your heart then move on to tomorrow.
Cant you see? Baby?
The love I have is truly,  eternally,And specifically yours?
The only women in my life that I adore.
That I respect and cherish each sec,when you take away my breath.
with you I live for.
Do or don't tell me more,
If you wanna keep to yourself I understand,and I respect that.
But baby when you cry,its my job,my priority to prevent that.
Make sure that,each tear is less dense and not emotionally filled.
its not your fault,it never will.
So please don't regret any choice you made babe,cause my love will ill.
I know you cry to get it out and,It will never happen when my heart is in.
Each tear will dissapear,and any fear,we'll overcome.
As long as I can heal it,With God's help Love will always be sung.
With each breath from my lungs,not asthma can prevent me,to stop running with those tears.
I catch each one,kiss each one,and let the pain dissapear...
Not one will slip,from my hand,
As long as your heart has grip on me,
I help you stand.
YOU'LL never need another hand.
Cause my heart,my love,MY trust,I will be the only man.

3-28-12  

Each day,
each week,
each kiss we give,
every time we speak,
I fall hard with love for you so strong it leaves me weak,but I still give.
MY BOO! I mean,your my one,and only!.
DONT ever forget,I'm here,you never are lonely.
BAbe,
My pookie,
My joy.
my sweet cookie,
Lovey dovey chipsahoy.
sweet kissy kiss smoochy smoochy.
EACH moment with you is filled with bliss,
romance,and butterflies make heart and stomach lift.
Tisk-tisk-tisk
Yeah! -.-
→You now you always win.
In any love fight we have,
but I always win if we both end up cuddlin.
And snugglin,with alotta smoochy! smoochy!
Cmon admit it ;)
(its a tie),
Don't cha think mi pookie?
Haha I love everytime we hold hands,and its like there's no limmit to our convos.
No matter where we stand
You light my side up with one smile,a blessing to witness and have,your time and attention,
I can go on for miles.
I CAN say the things that makes your day,And remind you of my support and love for you,Like I did last nite.
Before you went to bed,
You gotta a text from me,and you read,all the sweet comforting.Words that I wrote,
you can almost hear me sing.
Even if my voice is bad,
I'm glad that your nite was made, And I can rest myself.
Knowing our love safe,
And your tears are saved.

BY: Emmanuel JV Hernandez
6/28/12

Pitter-patter.
On the window.
Pitter-patter.
On the sill.
Pitter-patter.
Does the child.
Pitter-patter
from your mouth.
You say you don't,
I know you do.
You say you won't,
I know you will.
You pitter-pat all the time until-
until you pitter-pat your way,
to driving out insanity.
Pitter-pat.
Pitter-pat.
Tisk-tisk-tisk.
Tat-tat-tat.
Yo­u pitter-patted through the house.
You pitter-pat like a measly mouse.
You say you don't,
I know you do.
You say you won't,
I know you will.
Pitter-pitter.
Pat-pat-pat.
The rain against the window resembles,
the sound after a pitter-pat.
You clasp your lips,
say you'll make no sound,
but you pitter-pat
all the time;
all around.
You say you don't,
I know you do.
You say you won't,
I know you will.
You pitter-pattering,
chitter-chattering,
skitter-scattering,
little rat-like
mouse.

Your Damnation slumbers not, in Hell you're going to burn
EVERY Queerass ******, CONDEMNATION you did earn
-
So while your still alive, skip along your merry way
Soon you'll be in Hell, God your soul will slay
-
Pretend it isn't so, deny the Word of God
When you finally burn in Hell, then I will applaud
-
Tisk-tisk oh ****** Fruitcake, my poem you don't like?
Read it to your buddy, and every single ****
-
Read it ****** Fruitcake! Read the part where you will BURN
Read it Fruitcake Queer! Your DAMNITION you did earn

would it be sad to say that i thought about jumping in front of a train today  
yet the thought of me leaving you here makes me hesitate and step back
how thrilling it is to stand on that yellow painted line
how it teases me with the possibility of reincarnation
the fast moving air passes me by , and takes my hair along with it in a smooth motion
tisk tisk .. the voice in my head whispers
the train doors open and i plop myself in
i had the chance
why didn't i just jump ..

- ts

******* are so proud, of their sin so black and vile
Abomination! Is the word, for their habit and their stile
-
They march in a parade, their perverted pride they flaunt
Lick each others *****, and God Almighty taunt
-
God will not be mocked, ******* will find out
They'll be sent to Hell, this without a doubt
-
Tisk-tisk oh ****** Fruitcake, don't you like my rhyme?
Soon you'll burn in Hell, you'll be there for all time
-
Will you be proud in Hell? Will you march in a parade?
You'll have a red-hot dildow up your ***, and your "pride" be so displayed

Sometimes when I write, I'm quite trite, but I feel like it's alright
Because cliches shine bright for a reason,
And even that adage is one that's grown to be cliche in the passing seasons.

I'm trying to find my niche in this clique with that ******* Nietzsche,
But with only a quick hit of cynicism so I can better allay
My wicked mind and others like it when they're led astray
In this filthy ******* ashtray we call society.

****, I just relapsed, to my dismay,
Back to this pessimistic disarray.
Time to relay the baton back to positivity.
The track is winding and long and it might take a couple days,
But in the end it's worth the race to dispel this malaise.

Existentialism's universal insignificance seems quite insignificant
When you're surrounded by an unprecedented presence that gets spent
Embracing your spirits and relieving the stress
Presented by the pretense of living in the present tense.
I'm receiving presents of intertwining limbs wrapping up tight
And smiles that stretch on all through the night.

These gifts provide stability to cognitive dissonance and
Bring silence to internal cacophonous disturbances
Presented by the manifestation of autophobic tendencies
Being faced as a penance for pretending to be
A tenant of a higher intellect, when in actuality
I was evicted from the rental life
Because I spent all I had on observing internal strife.
Deducing "important" conclusions that are now more or less lost in the abyss of adolescent confusion.
Flicked away with the butts and roaches to fertilize the pavement.
I still haven't quite learned how to behave yet.

Time to reconnect with my potential.
Time to spit something influential.
Thinking about time is bound to make you go mental.
Just rip the arms off the clock and stick them in your back pocket, or pin them to your chest and wear them as credentials.
By the power of Chronos!
Did someone alter the past or is this just coincidental?!

Jack of all trades, being mastered by none.
I don't believe we should sell all our passions and possessions to invest in just one.
See, I'd prefer to do it all, skip the cash, and just run.
Might as well do what you love for the sake of love and having fun.
Motivational status. Learn this, you must, young padawan.
See, this stanza's so hot-topical it can reach anyone.
Am I speaking your language or cookin facts well past well-done?

Everybody's a contradiction, so why be a slave to an opinion?
I'm just a student of the human condition.
I'm adjusting my brain sack to sit back in the academic position.
I wear slacks like a hack because I was cut too much in the past,
And you know what they say,
"You are what you eat" or "You wear your heart on your sleeve",
In this case, though, my sleeve is my pant-leg, and I ate so much slack
That during the bereavement of my beliefs I dry-heaved so painfully that
Eventually I couldn't help but to yak.

Now I'm cut from a new cloth with a diamond-tipped saw
Because I reaped what I had sewn into the fabric,
Ripped what I thought I had known to bits out of habit,
Scattered the remnants into the super-heated granules mixing alchemystic magik.
Combined the metals and materials to make this beautiful stained glass in the attic.
It's cool now. Fragile though.
But when the light shines through, oh,
Would you look at that? The world's painted to look so much more colorful.

Mercury Rising fresh out of retrograde,
Shines through the colored spots in the window pane,
And casts long strands of shadows where the lead is laid.
It's quite a **** night to be alive in this place.
But too much mercury and too much lead
Will leave you with rot in your gut and sick in your head.
You have to be sure the planets are aligned and the elements are balanced before heading off to bed.

Tisk tisk, don't forget about the task, Pat.
You can't carry all of your eggs in one basket.
The weight of the ones on top will eventually overcome what's beneath the surface and crack it.
Now, I'm not saying that you can't have it
Or that you should run away and never look back.
ACK! That ****'s so wack, Pat.
Carrying a pack dripping with shells and splattered embryonic sacs.

Don't walk in the ditch on either side of the path, stay right in line with the fulcrum.
Don't get the thread loops crossed in the side-saddle stitch, or swing too fast with the pendulum.
Stop yourself from having a fit and throwing a tantrum  
When people slip your name between their lips and slap you with a diss, brat.
They only know the this side of that, and you don't even know the half.

Oh, brother. Rats. Nuts. Crap. Drat!
I went for the kick and fell flat on my back.
Hang your head and shuffle your shoes like an old Schultz cartoon.
Nah, kick rocks, you buffoon, I don't need your **** blues,
Especially if it comes in the form of a security blanket.
I will bring a towel though, in case I panic or get wet.
The galaxy is nuts. Peanuts to be exact.
Here's a complimentary pack for your flight.
Shut your red eye and recline.
Relax, everything is *fiiiiiiiiiiiine

Ostracized and banished! Banned and throne out!
Kevin and Allpoetry, they give me a big flout
-
Just because I write, that Queers will burn in Hell
They kick me off their site, my *** they did expel
-
Kevin Kevin oh tisk-tisk, don't you want to burn?
Guess what oh ****** Fruitcake, your Damnation you did earn
-
You'll roast upon a spit, you'll fricassee and fry
In Hell you'll have a "Gay" old time...I won't even say goodbye
-
Hey Kevin Kevin ******...write some poems down in Hell
Write about your TORMENT! In fire you can't quell

What blew up in China? And what made it blow so big?
An "accident" my goodness! Is it a sacrifice to *****?
-
Couldn't have a thing to do, with their money called the Yen
WW3 could start this way, maybe the War has just began
-
But we don't have to worry, we'll say oh tisk-tisk too bad
There are too many Slant Eyed Chinks, blow them up and we'll be glad

It's a feather in my hat, to be booted off your site
A Merit Badge for me! And a big delight
-
So you don't like my poems, you don't like my rhymes
That is why I write them, to **** you off Big Time
-
Soon you will find out, where all ******* go
They go to burn in Hell, the place of never ending woe
-
Poor poor Kevin oh tisk-tisk, are you a ****** Queer?
Probably you are, your Damnation draweth near

Trapped in a whirlpool by the same force that spins galaxies.

Foreseen futures through
scratched looking glass tragedies.

Gods move mice over icons on screens
flashing fashion scenes
Laws by has beens broken since
Macavity defied gravity,
tisk tisk,
the raw authority in my reality is risky
business
authored while the milky ways chalice leaks,
drip dripping...

...until it gets deeper into
black hole mystery
matching the cast of cats, no info,
can escape from it,
simply
no nymph wants to mate with me
stardust guts split,
they always run away from me
as if I was armed in armor wrapping
like a King, recent mummy
limping out the crypt sounding creepy
like steven king singing country.

India and Pakistan, are gunna have a war
Who you gunna root for?...go send in the Peace Corps

Nobody over here, cares 'bout Rag-Head *****
Reduce the population, and do it with Big Nukes!

Just a couple hundred million, will get blown away
Tisk-tisk oh ain't that sad, gone will be Bombay

Does my time come? Reaper standing blinking,
I like to think I died overthinking.
Excellent at excelling the ceiling
of believing thoughts, to life I'm breathing.
Not comfortable but familiar,
my sweeping leaving thought: 'I'm out, see ya'.

Because I've grown accustom to dwelling,
on scenarios, in my mind yelling.
Yellow bellied lizards, listing in lisp,
elder trees tapping branches. Once more! 'Tisk'
Judgment daisy is here, with it's cold cheer,
passing by plausible baubles, why here?

So that's it, gone, done, dusted, broke, busted.
Esoteric to the last, brain's rusted.
I'll join stars, atomic consolations,
constellations racing for their placings.
Childs play maybe, yay the triumph of toys?
Oh. No. I think a light wave. Yes. White noise.

as willed though what not
so will as if mind revealed
through thought nor notion
disclose

adrift nor uplift ye
don't fret as seem
though just is then
as just was not now

forsake moment
prevail over sec
offer up minute
til hour assimilate ye

thus get back cost of experience at no risk
now take on encountered tisk tisk loss
to wake upon actuality
not to go down as reality

hear ye without guidance induce self reliance
hear ye without purpose ensue self independent theorem
that'll inevitably defy another's embraced misgiving or pacify norm
now steadfast and conform oneself
though lucid measures over means
that'll impede another's undisciplined self impact from affecting ye