these days, society aint nice.. so i can probably steal rhymes from your mind and sell it back to you for half price.. i might even do it twice.. they should stop rolling that dice.. stop treating us like mice.. writing became an escape, a vice.. trying to make people not take their advice.. cause mine's more precise.. this world has been overturned by ignorant thinking and ****** up lies.. they've charged us with having too much screams and cries.. making our world their daily heist.. learning how to pick up a knife and splice.. does the sight of me keep you guessin? or do you understand the stressin? the aggression.. are you waiting for a confession? or do you see why i have this depression? this free expression.. my consciousness cant fathom this recession.. wont understand why people look down on my profession.. i write.. cause i choose not to fist fight.. and even if i teach people how to survive, i also teach them how to get as high as a kite.. so they'd understand that life isnt just about fighting the blight.. we must emerge from this back night.. stronger than we were, armed to the teeth with pure light.. my imagination soars up in te heights to meet the maker's knight.. asking him about how i can help to stop people taking their flights and look inside themselves to find the true meaning of their life.. this is where i found the schools i need to educate me on how to end pain and strife.. this is where i found myself shattered and torn like getting cut by sharp glass of a knife.. this is where i found out that i wasnt ready to have her for a wife.. i needed so much to learn.. to step into the fire but walk out without any burn.. i stop myself and ask myself what i really yearn.. i yearn for truths.. but are these truths enough to make me move forward? these pains push me toward doing something good.. but my principles are never understood.. cause nowadays it's just all about should, would, or could.. sometimes i would plead, cry, and beg for change to remain the same.. unpredictable, imaginative, and never on the same page.. i no longer want to be locked up in a cage.. nor to be ridicules on stage.. and i no longer want to be controlled by this rage.. i want to be me.. able to create and learn anything just by being free.. able to sing songs and write poems with humility.. and all we have to do to achieve this is to just be..
pauldeeeee
17may2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:28 PM UTC
a thousand smiles across the sky.. seeing each face as they begin to fly.. im not here to judge nor to simplify.. i just want to understand why they keep singin this lullaby.. here i walk in this world of ours.. full of bruises, marks, and scars.. battlling each devil dead-on.. forgetting that im human after all.. so i fall.. again and again.. i crumble while my knees tremble to the riddle thats been handed out of me.. how can words set you free? how can thoughts make you wanna see, the workings and the abstracts of life's beauty.. these poems live till infinity.. these words are the mules that my mind sees as tools to change the way humans think to be true.. but most of us ain't got a ****** clue.. to why even the sky changes hues.. to why they killed and destroyed the blues.. we were made to be fools.. trapping us in cages called schools.. exchanging knowledge into ignorant "Duh's" and drools.. we have been forced to suppress what we can be.. we can learn how to destroy the boxes that trap us like bees.. they come at us like blind foes.. wearing shiny necklaces like lassos.. creating depth like black-holes.. taking us somewhere in blind-folds.. these are the people in black robes.. mind controlling us till they crack domes.. that destroy families and smash homes.. my hast has been about writing sad poems.. pushing a pen while lookin out the window.. we were treated like fools.. using us as tools.. i will never stop opposing the thought that makes the masses normal.. we try to be fair, try to be formal.. revolution and peace.. something that never seem to meet.. but this is possible.. all we need is to feel the heat.. this time i will not bleed.. walking these streets feed the need for me to plant these knowledge seeds.. this poet yells there is no satisfactions knowing that life is one of the baddest fictions ever written.. our dreams are shattered and smitten.. do you know where we ride, then? to stop in the middle of no where just to be hidden.. looking for help someone to confide in.. then i found you.. and just like that, i was like a magnet stuck on you.. it starts with the smile.. a smile i see from miles.. and your glow.. able to flow the hollow space to eliminate my sorrow.. then comes the witty remarks.. able to make me forget the feeling of being eaten by a shark.. i see your shadow in the dark.. teasing me, comforting me to make my mark.. so i raise a toast to you my surfer dream.. may your stars always gleam.. so i can find my way back to the seam.. may your moon always shine.. and not matter the uncertainty of things to come, ill always be on time..
pauldeeeeee
24apr2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:26 PM UTC
i am free like the stars and the heavens that make me be..
i am free like the blackness of night that make me see.. i am free..
i am free like the words that swim to become poems..
i am free like those people who learn to love and live in homes.. i am free..
i am free to feel and to think like those mentals who enjoi seeing shrinks..
i am free to be in pain with nothing much to gain.. i am free..
i am free to live and love again..
like the burdens that i carry knows no end.. i am free just to be.. just to be.. i am free..
i am free like when winds touch the seas to create waves..
i am free to live inside crumbling walls and live inside caves.. i am free..
i am free to write and to spit on pens and papers..
used to create isolates spaces and lie on craters.. i am free..
i am free just to be who i am.. and who i am is not as free as i want to be..
pauldeeeeee
5march2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:19 PM UTC
there is stillness in the air today.. without knowing why, i got up this morning.. had breakfast, took a shower, had a cigarette, went to work and stayed there.. i thought maybe i had slept too late the past few days.. then a call came.. she said you were gone.. then it hit me.. it was you.. you were the reason why the birds werent singing and the seas stopped waving.. you've passed.. suddenly i didnt know what to do.. who to talk to.. what to eat or what to wear.. for a moment i thought you were talking to me.. i felt a breeze go by where i was sitting.. i heard your voice and saw your face.. you were happy.. it seemed as though a great big burden was lifted from you.. then i realized that youre not really gone.. youre in a different space.. where time does not exist.. where pain seems so far away.. we will miss you.. but i know you can see us clearly now.. taking care of your family even if they do not see you.. cause you know what? all you need to do is make us feel your joy.. your unending peace.. we will see you soon.. in that plane you now call home.. dont worry, we'll take care of each other while youre away.. do take care of yourself old friend.. may they take care of you there the way you took care of us here in this plane called earth..
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:12 PM UTC
been trying.. to leave this reality called dying.. singin a tune to make me stop crying.. alot of cats tell me to move on.. to create a new reality, to paint it with new crayons.. but it doesnt happen.. all it does is dig a deeper hole.. cant move.. couldnt lift my soul.. cant find the heart you stole.. feels like a life sentence with no parole.. how is it that you've moved on so easily? each day i fight increasingly.. lookin for peace.. lookin for serenity.. so take me away from this state of mind.. to a place where everything is undefined.. where all men know that we're all intertwined.. where artists are unsigned.. no pain and strife.. just purely refined.. too aligned to be unkind.. where nothing is known, everything is undefined.. what happened to being simple? nowadays people live so sinful.. always carryin nothing but a pistol.. always creating these symbols.. so i try to finish the ink in my pen.. it's all down to writing again.. these poems that count to more than ten.. i craft words in my brain.. praying hard just so it won't rain.. these drops that fill my head with pain.. im no longer sure which drop made this stain.. these thoughts that drive me insane.. sometimes it's hard to see through this plane.. this altered domain.. where hatred and pain reign.. this isn't right, all inhumane.. im trying to obtain the skill to sustain this life that's waiting in vain..
pauldeeeeee
10mar2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:06 PM UTC
you walked out as easy as you came in.. i dont know you but you make me smile and grin.. like a little child getting ready to go for a spin.. i didnt want to intrude cause i know that it's a sin.. i try to throw these words in the bin.. but no matter what i do, these thoughts of you keep seeping in.. but you left without notice.. you make me lose focus.. as mesmerizing as a lotus.. you can create art just by using parts of the smarts that depart your mind and heart.. i try to keep you close, trying to find the spark.. trying to beat the shark you left in my ark.. running from this dark room.. waiting for your witty remark.. but i dont hear it.. you must have embarked for the park to plant another shark.. maybe ive lost a part of me.. but i dont need your sympathy.. all i wanted was to get to know you, really.. but all i am to you is silly.. as silly as ***** singin rockabilly.. but now you've disappeared, my mind grows weary, my eyes get teary, and my heart gets dreary.. maybe im dreaming.. maybe theres a way to wake up from the screaming.. to escape this seemingly gleaming scheme.. but things arent always what they seem.. this stream of dreams is what's keeping me in between.. so i look for a machine that can clean what ive seen.. to erase these memories.. so i can find my new queen.. i dont need someone from a magazine.. i just need you to intervene with my routine.. nothing obscene.. you just make me feel like im eighteen doped up with morphine.. youre a trip.. a high.. making me lose my grip.. feeling like im being cracked by the tip of a whip.. you make me lose my censorship, making my hip flip till i slip from this trip.. but youre gone now.. so i offer you a page from the stage of my mind.. hoping it's me you find.. not acting blind.. so lets just rewind.. i just want to get to know your mind.. and make us feel entwined..
pauldeeeeee
15mar2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
your solution is an illusion created by your minds delusion to infuse to your reality, thus forming a conclusion that leaves you in a state of confusion.. you battle for escape.. running away from the ape that ***** the very essence of your being.. now all youre seeing is a declining feeling.. an unforeseen fleeing of the self.. youve lost your lust for health and wealth.. instead you try to shut down your system, hiding in stealth.. there is much to learn and much to see from a different perspective.. not having to live for the inception you planted in your own mind without exception.. what direction do you want your life to go? a simple selection toward the perfection of your minds connection.. so rise from this deflection of thought.. these actions that cause your fair complexion be ready for a dissection.. forget the rejection.. spit out the imperfection that hinders you from having real conviction.. you can create so much just by managing your thoughts.. not by living in doubt that other people have brought.. dry those tears, let go of those fears.. live your days like having cheers with these beers.. you have so much in front of you that dont include bad careers.. those peers can steer you into a frontier that will cause you to disappear.. that giant spear on your side stops you from what you want to adhere to.. so stop creating lies in your mind, there is no escape from the reality you create.. you have to compensate to anticipate these events, learning how to dominate the state of your mind.. to be able to concentrate being straight.. dont hesitate on moving forward to generate energies that will make you feel great.. dont treat yourself as a slave to your own thoughts.. so put down the pills and the sedatives.. stop trying to escape freedom.. find reason so you wont get beaten.. your soul is free.. like you.. so just be..
pauldeeeeee
23mar2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
i want to fly high as a kite.. to see the sun shining so bright.. i **** a bowl before i take this flight.. wanting it to be a delight.. not something that gives me fright.. something so good that it makes me laugh the whole night.. i spark a jay while no ones in sight.. walking around with my imagination up in the heights.. come blaze with me.. you just might see the beauty and the peace from a little bag of trees.. cant say this isnt good.. thank god they put it in my hood.. i hit a **** where i stood.. lighting up my world like it should.. what is this world coming to? these days it's all about wars and coups.. forming units and crews.. shooting missiles while sipping on half a brew.. so i half bake a brownie and chew.. at first i didnt know what it was, but i just flew.. taking this flight that was long overdue.. didnt know what they were saying .. just a bunch of hullabaloo.. up here, i can see everything till timbuktu.. what am i trying to do? nothing.. just trying to get lit.. how about you?
pauldeeeeee
31mar2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 4:28 PM UTC
sometimes i miss the touch of your hands that run through my hair.. i miss the way you laugh at me when i swear.. i miss those times when you and i were just unaware of anything but ourselves.. i sing a poem for you.. for me to be able to bear the despair.. sometimes i still say i love you even it hurts most of the time.. but what i do is no crime.. im starting to clean the dirt and grime thats rotting in my mind.. creating rhymes to pass the time.. why is it that always have to suffer? my whole life has been rougher.. yeah, i know these things have made me tougher.. but now that youre gone, i dont even have a buffer to save my thoughts that are still blurred by who you've become.. you see, i miss the days where it was just you and me.. pushing forward just so we'd be happy.. singing songs even if we were ****** still seeing each other knowing i was snappy.. i guess after seven years, things change.. feels like having a mobile phone thats out of range.. i find it strange how our lives are now arranged.. thinking i must be out of my mind, deranged.. like a wild dog trapped in a cage.. this is why i pour my rage on this stage.. wanting to place this insanity on this page.. wanted to write something out of this world.. but this is how this is how this unfurled.. thinking my mind must have left me totally swirled.. i miss those days we were carefree.. seeming like either one of us is a retiree.. but i know i was never a guarantee.. all i knew was to love thee.. to show you what love really meant.. needing nothing but each other, not even a cent.. im not quite sure where all of that went.. suddenly all you felt was discontent.. and all i did was ask myself to represent..to represent something i believed in.. i shared with you what i thought was the best of me that i couldnt segment.. i fixed everything except this dent.. carving a deep hole thats wide enough to pitch a tent.. things were empty for me since you left.. feeling like ive been involved in a theft.. sometimes i miss waking up with you right beside me.. the warmth of your heart was enough to make me feel ecstasy.. but now i find myself alone and starting to like it.. learning about myself just for the hell of it.. pushing pens out my arms just cause the world is full of **** once again i take a hit.. a good **** to avoid my mind being split.. staying away from you cause i got the hint.. drinking a pint just so my world wont get bent.. writing this poem so my soul wont get spent.. so i tuck my head down.. pen in hand, thought in head, spit on page.. halfway through i close my eyes to see what lies beneath this broken spirit.. seeing fires burn where your place used to be.. trying to drown this fire so i can feel free.. fighting off demons and banshees.. thinking of where to go when im out at sea.. oftentimes i thought of you as a burden.. piercing me with the sharpest blade you own.. which was yourself, a clone.. bashing my heart and spirit with a sharp stone.. feeding me with lies, thinking it was a bone.. now though, i really dont know.. unsure if what im feeling is that fire or the snow.. so i close my eyes and go with the flow.. waiting for an attach from this foe.. dodging sharp arrows like a pro.. im thinking to myself that i have to go.. to a place where people will teach me how to grow.. now i know i have to thank you for opening up another path for me to take.. singing a tune cause i know this aint fake.. riding a boat across the lake.. starting to feel better knowing i dont need to punch on the break.. never looking back, cause everything right here and now is really what's at steak..
pauldeeeeee
3apr2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 4:28 PM UTC
there are times that i would just let my mind wander.. trying to dissipate the negativity from down under.. and sometimes it makes me wonder.. why our days of freedom have gone asunder.. i am here to state mans divinity.. cant you see? the lies that have been layed out to runneth with oils and minerals being poured into our pockets like honey bees.. this poem will set us free.. waking us up to see all of the earths crease.. their lies will never cease.. thats why i am here to state mans divinity.. there is no more time segregation nor fear.. the time for a new age draws near.. we, the special beings down here, cry for freedom and peace.. to stop people counting 365 days a year.. are we part of the solution? or are we part of the pollution? these things aint supposed to be.. keep singing tunes and reciting rhyme schemes while holding a bag of trees, passing the time from within the seems.. our lives play like movies in dreams.. unaccepting the truths that the lies bring.. gone are the days where our hearts can just sing.. nowadays it's all about the bling.. and all the world wait for their mobile phones to go kring.. where are the times when time was just a fling.. where society actually cared about their men.. not treating them like arses and hens.. we holla at the lies being shown.. not realizing that everything we buy, they own.. our minds are being controlled and our spirits are being blown.. i am here to state mans divinity.. able to create from here to infinity.. all the hatred of the world is hatt brought me here to embrace and understand duality.. to know why we have this affinity.. it is much like a coin, there are heads and tails.. but those heads never see those tales.. thats because we catch what would eventually fail.. so i step inside myself and set sail.. to a journey from within our own grail.. to find the love that will set our goal.. that love vibration will shine so fast and so bright that it will emanate through our soul.. let that beat sing through the possibility of this positivity of this little bowl.. so i say stay away from the system.. and let teachers, teach.. let prophets, preach.. these words will never expire because of the beats of these beaches.. stop taking these leeches given to us by the men in robes to hide their faces.. changing their scenes to ruin our inner places.. our homes are invaded by brands that are faceless.. rappers spit about the incompetence of men and the riches of non-repentance.. i am here to state the divinity of man.. and yet i have spoken truths about this duality.. hope is what keeps the humility.. and love gives the vibration of our frozen cryogenic anenemity.. we must not fear ourselves.. those demons inside of us is part of the lies that they make us buy.. those are guardians.. able to protect and grow inside of us.. i am to state mans divinity.. so are you part of the fear? or are you part of the ones who want to be set free?
pauldeeeeee
1may2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 4:25 PM UTC