I'm in pain....so my rain is dry ...but my bitterness is sweet...as my love starts to lie...claiming to be true...What will emptiness do...to wet my ground...I feel i need to spit...On that which I claimed...cuz it demoraled my name...and paid me a love counterfit...But it felt so real...that i felt the tears...How can a fake,..cause so much heartache...Soured kisses...like spoiled milk...cuz i gave the phoney replaca everything...And I just blew candles and wasted wishes...On these fresh sheets of silk...Cuz I wasn't getting anything...For wood spray painted gold...All it was,was a good space hold...Cuz the room was kinda empty before...But who wants to fill there space with clutter...I want some substance...Value, in this depression...But I guess it hard to find real love when the world is in a recession...

I Play on my
Words,
But my message
is serious....

And they say a rotten apple can ruin the bunch.....
But I love my rotten counter parts...
I'll do anything to keep them fresh...
but they say Im not like them...
so im labled as rotten...
Because Im a little stand offish...
She penatrates those who are closest...
and out jumps the little worm...
biting through like little *****...
Until the idea is planted at the core...
so I'm seen rotten by more...
Cuz I rather not stand so close anymore...
she draws the bunch to look more like her...
and less like me...
and my johnny apple deeds...
go unseen thanks to her **** rotten seeds...
Claim that Im the one whos phoney...
this is what she preach...
clinging to my homie...
but claim she taste like a peach...
And all of a sudden Im the forrbiden furit...
An apple says eve...
from a tree that has no root...
and they all spoiled truly start to believe...
That me the red apple should be left up on the tree...
Because I have spoiled her and for that she now has envy....

Open up your english books and one day I'll be there...
This ***** headed boi who use to *** in his underware...
Just to say they were mine...
Well know im ****** on time...
So soon i will be history..
more then just a memory..
hosnestly...
I wont die before this prophecy...
Listening??
Understand this is more then just a destiny..
this write these words it is what makes me...
Defining...
Momments that you all will see..
so just stand up and follow me...
I saw a vision in my dream...
and all of us were kings and queens...
So start now, and put this in qoutation..
"I had a dream and all of us were Kings and Queens"

Let the Ocean run orange...And the sky flash white...and fill my mind with dreams...stories of your visions through orange light beams...and i'll have scottie bring them up...in conversation where space wont fill up..Cuz stars ocuppy..the iris eye..white sky...and die...Leaving a fools gold dusting over crops...and they richly consume thinking that the wealth will never stop...when it never truly began..fate of a star repeated over and over again...But frankly this Ocean swims good...and cleans the fools dust to see it for what he should...Art that should not be consumed...but shared...Not a quick search for fame...or a ticket to wins life game..but the nice scratch you get from old Vinyl...That new sound we found from a Orange Channel

Good Job,
Did great!
(But I can do it better)

Dont destroy what you have to chase after your past....even if your past has a phater ***..Well maybe you can visit once or twice...naw that isn't right...chasing after pleasure for the cost of your life...or maybe just for the cause of a good time...cuz it seems like theres little good in a good time...but everybody wants one...just to have a lil fun..So if im just looking for a good time does going backwards make me dumb...or can I just use the excuse I was looking for some fun...I mean yeah my present is a gift..but my burdens it cant lift... its tylenol to my pain but I need some extra relief..but that sounds contradicive to my belief...of monotony..creating contraversy...inside the brain...like deciding to switch lanes...But i just want to taste it...its like i just became a vegetarien but i want a buger and with meats the only way i can make it...so Im pondering if I should...I dont wanna be thinking that I should have could have would...can your past become your future... or should your present be the picture....Of Jubilee..When do you get to blame destiny...Cuz everybodys looking for a reason..for treason...But they always need a point man to evoke..Destiny you can be my scapegoat...Cuz i want to relapse just a bit..I just want one more high one more hit..and if I again become addicted...I guess my present isn't want Destiny predicted...But i dont want to destory my present it really is a gift..but destiny only made me a man so sometimes I think like this....

I have seen the future, and in the end You all die...
or maybe it was just a dream cuz some how I still surived...
alone...
or maybe that was just a metaphor for how I feel...
Cuz its like I miss May so bad that I tend to hate June...
Support systems became low since May Left me In June...
telephone use to ring praises and misbehaviors...
so I always tried my hardest to stay away form bad behaviors...
But...
Now I float along...
cuz that proud feeling is gone...
Cuz May brought me those flowers that the winter could never take...
The spring could never make..
and the wind could never break..
But now those things are no more...
on hall ways and cold floors...
Of places she once kept warm...
smiling faces that once held form...
but now just drag the ground...
an I just hang around...
by myself..
cuz time said it wont help...
He wont go back for me...
Or Move forwad to the end...
Cuz You all die in the End...
The Law wont save the sons...
The sons cant up hold the Law...
And MAy will Always Pass in June...
Be cause she said In His WILLIAM...
And Into Dust You turn...
And I stil stand around ...
the same way I walk now...
alone...
Hoping that my sun will Shine in that clear blue sky....
Cuz tears Ran Strong In June, But Now it is JULY...

Even tho i hate it, i want her To Bo$$ me...shhh keep that on the hush somebody might find me...Workin for her love, slavin for her cookies.....or mistake me for her baby, cuz im durling off her *******..Words that i remorse... sounds that get me high...This girl is a course and im just barely getting by...but I Know that she the Bo$$ she think she just a worker...to make it even worst my personalized ******...But baby your a Queen...The beauty of my dreams...So i work for you, Your personal maintenance man...Better yet your blessed cuz Im your number one fan..So baby just come Bo$$ me tell me what to do...Cuz I signed a contract and I will Only Work for You!..... #didyoureadthisone

I know Cinderella...
The girl is nothing less then a Queen...
Its always our GOD parents,
that seem to take care of things...

When Our providers have moved on,
we are sometimes left with some steps
that seem hard to climb....
And put whips upon our backs,

But I saw her transform,
I witnessed her change....
Those small beast to stallions,
And a pumkin connected to their mange......

A little bit of dust,
brushed along my nose
and I grew......
I know she got there because I drove,

I was touched and defined...
Belief in the enchantment,
gave me these limbs....
perfect enhancements.....

If she became a Queen,
Even after midnight....
I can reinforce these enhancements
That I had for one night......

Cool and collective my rhymes remain free...As I present myself publicly..To you who walks by...As I catch your eye...You just picked up an adjective...From a Baltimore native...Swag,Class,a Passionate dresser...Truth, kind, an exceptional lover...And All this is free, it don't cost a thing...So what you think of me..should I charge you something..Or maybe I should pay you to listen to my words..And then you can present me off of what you heard...Cuz all my rhymes are free,for right now anyway..so catch them on sale,Im giving them away....

There's a sun up in my sky and i can say that it's all for you!!! The ryhthm in my soul, my heart beats just for you...Trap in your atmosphere I say i want to stay...Cuz here I have no fears, I have best nights and days...Baby...You opened up My eyes and now I can share love free...Now let us spread our wings and fly off in this destiny...ooo..ooo. Yeah...

Sweet.....Sweet Drips of syllables...dripping in your ear lobes..honey....slipping through the wax...Till You brain is under attack...Yummm...makes you Hummm...Old hymms of glory...cause the sweet sweet sounds write your story....You subdue to the pleasures of the words...As they tell you things you have never heard...in and out out then in...This suduction as only started to begin...Cuz i can eradicate the old thoughts...and fill the holes with sweet spots...tasting better then before...So you wont think to want no more...my oooo's and my ahhh's turn to your oooo's and lala's ..cuz I can have you screaming out Oh My GODs and Allahs...But Just from sweet nector...That I drop into your flower...Cuz With me I'll help you grow...With my sweet words in steady flow...

That word makes me nervous...
but tell me more....
You know I had a dream about that once
and I woke up all wet...
sweat drenced My floor...
But that was just a dream...
And my friends and I made a bet...
About Using golden Horses
And I lost...
Cuz to me they were just a dream...
Vibrations were just heard through voice..
Cuz I'm not ready to give what it cost...
I keep my parts private...
Locked in a box of chasity..
Not ever to be a charity
but golden shiny platter..
That will be held with respect...

***:
male
Age:
23
height:
5'11
Hair:
Black
status:
******....
that word makes me nervous....
for my wife.....
cuz what if she knows...
what she likes...
But I lost the Bet...
And only had dreams, waking up
Wet...

We All so touchy Feely..But we dont want to be held...All in everything...but we dont want to be found..So We hide in the tall grass..stalking out our prey...Please dont run to fast..Still i want You to stay...together well not really...Cuz I just want you for your soul...But Im so touchy feely...So your body is my goal...So pirate we should be mates...Im just looking for your *****...and If I walk you down my plank..I beg you dont be moody...Cuz you so touch feely...it only was a joke...hurt you no not really...Till you come stabbin at my thorat...then you will be held... accounted for your deeds..Quite down your loud...Cuz everythings a need...Cuz your so touchy feely...little things set you off...Hide it no not really...Cuz your mind to me is Lost...So can i bring it back..Is this really what you want...opposites attract...Touchy feely meet a Blunt....

I cant' write How I feel
Act on whats not real
theres no peace if not resloved
How can I script love,

If Im constantly correcting
your lines your stumbling
I need this to be real,
something you really feel....

Not just words you memorized
actions emotionalized,
but this has to be real
I need you to feel......

Im not looking for an actress
Who's use to her back upon a matress,
Im' looking for a lover
who doesn't just love undercovers,

Show it to me in your eyes
or eles this script is lies,
let me hear it in your voice
as if you had no other choice,

So recite your lines
As if It was inception of the mind,
and as we do embrace
Let passion flow along your face,

and say it....
what I wrote upon your heart
becasue for me this is ture,
"I Love You" .....

Let the world hear it,
Present your debut
And lets throw away this script
Cuz now its just Me and You....

Holiday!! Holiday!!
A Day off of Work
Yay Yay
A Holiday!!!

But he remembers
The Gray stone
called Granite
As You take life for granted

Party!! Party!!
Who having a Cookout
Yay Yay
A Holiday!!!

They just told him
This is your dad
Just a name
On a concrete slab

Happy!!! Happy!!
Chillin Out
Yay Yay
A Holiday!!

But he burns a candle
Places a rose
kneels to pray
On Memorial Day....

This tree fell down here,
A robin lost her babies
I just lost my roof...

Today we live,
in Love,
Yesterday
we died,
in Sin....

The Super Computer
01000001011011010110010101110010011010010110001101100001

Has been infected
Controled  
Hi jacked from the out
No hacked from the inside
You no longer have the control you wish
Over
01000001011011010110010101110010011010010110001101100001
Stop looking over seas for the problem
cuz this is happening enternaly
we need an anti virus program
called Truth
and feed it to our youth
because nothing can function on lies
Or eles the Super computer dies
So lets Debug this thang
lets get it functioning
properly
not normally
So lets calm down the hysteria
and Debug 01000001011011010110010101110010011010010110001101100001

They say come shine with us brotha
We'll make you a star
Above the life your living
Into a new beginning
They Really want you to Illuminate...
So They'll scope you out, take your talents
and you'll Illumainate..
Out of the darkness
of nothingness
the normal everyday
Into a new relm of darkness
Blinded, guided all the way,
So You'll do as they say
becasue you want their way
of lifestyle they portray,
But thats not their everyday
But You Illuminate.....
On the black and white
cause colors don't exsit
well not by themselves
just hidden in abyss
But you Illuminate....
Climbing to the top
your light can't be stoped,
As a pawn in their chess game
you just want the fame
Because you Illuminate....
You think we are not the same
And you do as they say
found no better way
to see but out one Eye
an As You Illuminate...
All You see is I
Cuz To you thats who got you there,
But they know it was them
and You so unaware
You Illuminate
For Him,
Marrying the night
with contracts that seem so right
and then Your tied to strings
To Illuminate
All there things,
the corruption of the pure
No longer your own source of power,
But they're your electricity
Causing you to Illuminate
The way they want you to be
Binded To the ROC
Universal Mind control,
But everyone Once a chance
To Illuminate The Soul....
Making this your goal
you dont understand,
They say to be great...
You Need To Illuminate....

Why should We Wish to live
When this Life is nothing that we Give
I mean would You?
Give your life?
The ultimate scarifice...
Or would you hog it
all to yourself..
Selfishly keeping such a precious gift...
Share it,
Give it away,
To those who deserve You...
Or eles Die
Because Who cares
If you never shared
Life,
Then only Death
is right....

Can You fix my pages
I mean I know this is all free
But I want to comment freely
My expression to be expressed publicly
Have been confined to private messages
For only one to see..

So My frustraion is now being expressed,
publicly
To Mass Of readers that write Poetry
To all those who are dear to me
They sometimes are impressed
But I can't thank them publicly

So Dear Hello Poetry,
Do you think you can help
The problems causing problems
Im hoping that you can solve them
That is if you read my poems, Hello Poetry

I can only escape in my dreams.
for I will aways be trapped...always be stuck...always be contained...and pulled...
****** back no matter how high...
no matter how far...
For I'll burn before I escape...
suffocate before I'll reach you...
Die...Pulled, dragged,forced to stay on the ground far far away from You....
So I sleep hoping, to fly, wishing, to be, Dreaming, to see....
Free Me from this gravity that has its chains on me....

I cant find my self resepect...Cuz I fail my little brother...In his aspect... at 13 he sees me like a father...But I dont' wanna be bothered...No hes not my concern...he dont need to be fathered...look at me I had to learn...
But i can't find my self respect...Cuz i fail my mother....In her aspect...she sees me like my father...Cuz i dont want to be bothered....How she gets on my nerves...Like I need to be fathered...Like she even had hers...
But I cant find my self respect...Cuz i fail my first lover...In her aspect...She sees me like her father...But I dont want to be bothered...Im just in it for the verbs...Like I remind her of a father...When I treat he like a girl....
But wheres my self respect...I cant find my aspect..For I never knew the correct way to view...these situations...******* up my relations...
With no self respect..I fail my self...In my aspect...I had no mans help...And I dont wanna be bothered...Inside im so bitter...but I just want to be fathered..
and I found my respect droughted and withered....

Im a different type of lover, sophisticated brotha. But i get down tear it up like no other..Im the game type, proto to be exact...So You can be the one to test something like that...Super slick powers..lasting long hours..energizer bunny fell asleep in the shower...Look at what i'am...you see a normal man...look a lil deeper Im your number one fan...undisputed winner...different type of lover...Once you played with me you wont be looking for no others...Do it to you right...shower you with rice...put rocks on your finger I will lock you down for life....#typeProto

Reaction
to core reactor,
Explosion,
here now
before and after.....

hey check my profile pic empty...pity...but shes there with me..around me..cuz she loves me...But selfish me...envy....cuz I dont have... what you have...No I own love...I know love...Cuz she shows love...But I don't have...what you have...stability...selfish me...Mind set hereditary...Blasphemy....That I can blame family... for faith less actions...of lonely contractions....Selfish me...lonely..cuz i dont have... what you have...unity...but we're together....forever...no doubt that i love her....mentaly...selfish me....

And yet my page goes blank...Full of A lil bit of nothing and a whole lot of space...Which has turned in to a lot...of white..or blue, red, beige, or black
What ever color the paper is...Emptiness...The beginning stages of depressions...the first wave of creative supression...but then eletric sparks..light waves of electrons flowing from my left lobe to my right hand....From my ego to my id...Reaction...satisfaction...Then ink, lead, chalk, what ever I can grab hold of...blood...I would stain this space with blood...for these words will forever be a piece of me...Forever be the life of me....The death in me...And Words fill up my void..the artisic fasination of a blank page...That has been splattered with musical notes of my rhythm...composer...after composure...chaos...after breath...and then masterpice...Wala the ****** to the story...The finale' to the show...The perfect piece of expression upon the page...And as it is turned...My page goes blank Once again...

At this momment I'm currently in myspace....the area around me that you cant penetrate...I Dont get to close to your face...you tend to regurgitate...garbage from the radio..you's a stupid *** stupid stupid ***...pollution...that we find to be revolution.. we came from wadding in the water...and being born by the river...What we over comming screaming *** *** ***...throwing out this paper shake it... fast fast fast...What happend to the love make it last last last...Love and happiness see thats the past past past...See we use to be 360 plus active and well rounded...now we just 360 plus a little more the rounded...Hey my people hey my friends...Come and join myspace...We can have a chance to win...Just Come close to MY face...

Can I get a drum roll please
no drums???
I'll use my tongue
RRRRRRROOOOLLLLLLLLL
Constant pressure,
till you ***.
Get some more
Im ready
let it run
Juices down my
chin
feels so good
it's so fun,
Lalalalalalala
then my ABC's
Painting pictures
with my tongue
On your back
between your knees,
Full filling
All you wishes
Want you want
all your needs,
Durm roll
watch you ***
From the front
where I Feeds,
Time for you to shine
Go head and hit a note
lip locking
down below
send the love down my throat
Baby were in tune
Im a sponge
let it soak,
Give your leg a stomp
if you can hear
what i wrote,
Time for the ******
baby its your show
Im just the background
music, rhythm
but your the glow.
*** in to the light
Let the world see
You Blow.....

Freedom I see..
naturality...
pure...
undisturbed life....that doesn't have to fight..but just be...
What ever it was ment to..What ever it was born to...
created to live, grow, and breathe...Clean air provided at a breeze...
green leaves...and old oak trees..
water and rocks clash...as wind blows tall grass...
freedom peacefuly...
undisturbed unity....
Ecology...
That runs from root to root...sounds that never mute...
  
but our bound cells...search for wishing wells...
Just to find equality...
Disturbed unity...
Biology...
Thats quick to shoot..mouths that never mute..
For Freedom I'll never see....
Naturally...
war...
Disturbed life...
Which means we fight...Cant just let it be....
What it was ment to... What it was born to...
Created to live free...as the breeze...
but bound to our skin...
until peacefully returned to dust again...
perfectly...
found unity...
Humanity....

Pastime with me...
and let us run the bases...
Crave our name in trees....
and stare in each other faces...
See we wont be safe...
until we get to home....
But Im not at haste...
Just dont leave me alone....
So pass the time with me...
You feel the butterflies...
How happy we will be...
As the time flies...
So let us have these momments
around second base
These precious little seconds
Theres no need to race
kisses send me high
Im glad that you are near
together we can fly
together with no fear
If life was not a game
I wouldn't need to score
cuz im not the same
just want you and nothing more
So pastime with me
care seems evanescence
Running through life free
let us bass in loves essence
Pastime with me
giddy and innocent
smiles full of glee
love is so intimate
As home is right there
Love has won its try
naked and rare
Let us pass time By.........

Blank man......
Mind full of emptiness..
Aqua man..
Mind full of water...
Bat man...
Mind full of wealth...
Super man
Mind full of Lois Lane...

Speeding stoping amtrak trains...
And she still on his brain
Do you want that love
do you desire that love
Well my name is Clark Kent
And I can acquire that Love
Super human love
Kind that God sent
and save you from it all.

You just be yourself
Dont ever have to change
And I'll provide you wealth
For nothings out of range
All the creatures in the sea
Will envy you and me
Cuz they will never have
this love that makes us glad

This super human love
speeding train feeling
Polar bear hugs
No baby your not dreaming
As I stated once before
My name is Quentin Briscoe
And Im your superman
Your one and only hero....

When I push the pedal to the metal theres no limit I **** space...
my movement never constant just can't stay in one place...
So I zoom zoom through the poom poom...
leaving ****** scenes in bedrooms..
given girlies the boom boom...
Explode...As i unload...
round after round clip after clip...
as their bodies shake and twitch lick after lick...
Sounds of *** remind me I'm some ****...
And why the **** Im i even sittin here doin this...
With no remorse in my eyes..
I **** em until they die...
pound after pound
clap sound after clap sound...
pelivis agianst *****
we know which is the meanest..
Wit no protection Im at war..
with criminals who only *****...
Thier war crimes they get paid for...
then the death toll I get blaimed for..
As i leave them slayin to rest...
Some label me the best...
others just another *** that clucks at all the hens..
Can't read my metaphors that means ***** alot of women...
The reaction is i get a lot of practice so i can be to half bad..
So dont sign up for tryouts get cut then get mad...
because you haven't had the amout of practice i had..
See I know all types of tricks..
lights skin, brown skin, dark skin, i got a whole lot of picks.
The ins and the outs..
when to drive in and when to pull out...
Squirting your insides against my stomach...
you panic..
instantly proclaiming to your maker...
that Iam your ******....
the one who drove to fast that your waves decided to crash...
all over me..milking your sweet nector...
as you lay life lessly twitching..the side effects of a killing..
so i place the pedal to the metal i tend to burn rubber...
one hand around the neck of the wheel and the other around my lovers...

"i Washed It"

                "Not Good enough"

"But i Did i Did"

                    "Wash it again"
'i didn't know
How could i have known"
                     "because I told you not to!!"
"But she said i shoud
that i just let her wet it
i didn't know it was *****"
............................................
Full of things that i shouldn't know
plesures of lust, greed, sin
Dirt
a loss of innocence
I'll do anything to take it back
It wont come off
It wont come off
this dirt wont come off
(cries) tears
What em i to do
....................."Here child let me wash that away for you"....

Her name was Hilary Urma Romalis Thomas.
but they just called her HURT
Her eyes sparkeled with every ray of sun
but her smile never turned the right way.
Tears was what she created for fun
And she never had much to say
I thought that she just might be shy
but they said nope that's just HURT
But I couldn't excpet that answer
It was something so beautiful about her
A mystery I wanted to uncover
A joy I wanted to discover
Asking questions to find out more about her
but they just said that's HURT
So i tried, and I connect
I Linked into her mind
As we begin to interact
Im excited at what I find
I learn that she is kind
But they say that cant be HURT
And I said that is was
it is what she use to be
Before she gaind the Thomas
That added the misery
But now shes in Love with me...
And they say Thank God that you got HURT

How well do you pay attention...
small details can tell you a lot about any thing...
Then what is your reaction?...
Do you still feel the same way about things..
or have you awaken to the truth...
Ugly aint it...
but they think their lies are beautiful fruits...
That hide thornes behind it...
take one and it ******...
take two and you bleed...
take three you must love tricks..
and four well whats the need...
See pay attention what they are doing to us...
Finding ways to make us weak...
Show there true face one day they must...
and then we'll all play hide and seek...

I can't do what you do!
                                            I cant capture it the same....
                                                                                                Cuz if i could
                                            I wouldn't hold my name....

I would just be a second hand!
                                            a offspring to your fame....
                                                                                           A lonley little brother
                                           playing a mocking game....

So I will let you keep your power!
                                          keep thinking that I'm lame
                                                                                              I'll over throw you
                                 To show why I dont do things the SAME.....

There are demons among us, angels in disguse..
We dont know the difference, they all came from the sky..
but we all walk on earth, heads up in the clouds...
Would you know his vocie, if he was screaming out loud...
Or do we think he's paper, materialistic dreams...
money making favors, thats just what it seems...
These demon playing angels, catch you with there schemes...
Tell You that happiness, is found in all these things..
Gravitate to the lavish life, cuz that weights stronger....
and let go of the free fall, into a deeper hunger...
So we over eat, indulge, and over treat...
Not carring bout the brother you left hungry on the street..
forget about his need...
He waisted his own life,we live a different type of greed...
Cuz we only care about ourselves...
Responsiblity,hahaha put my kids up on the shelves...
Thats what my father did....
So I'll follow in his foots steps,not the ones mommy lived...
Thats alright we say,thats alight...
A way for you to cope,with the things that wasn't right...
The lavish livng life, the one this money gave...
The one I'll never get, but ill keep tryin to the grave...
Wheres the mind set,where is the heart in that...
Do you ever remember your mission, it wasn't about that...
You were sent to save the world..
all my boys and girls...
But if money is all you breathe, then you'll never believe...
And The whole world is lost in your greed...

Black.
Moms gave it to me
Bet if she knew
she would have never have bought it for me...
JC Penny's
Caught it on sale
just looking out for me
Mom's keeps it real
"this should keep my baby warm"
the thoughts in her head

        
Hoodie
Red,
Pop through out the air
"Baby, baby!!!"
Phone at my ear
"Run, Just Run"
Words I'll never hear
Mom so happy
cuz it started to rain
"he took his black hoodie
That should keep the rain out his face"


Hoodie
White,
Where Am I?
Your in a better place
what happen to my hoddie
You get a new one today...

Rest in Peace Trayvon

Does whats on my mind frighten You...do my words make you afriad...I didn't mean to startel you...You told me that you were brave...So i said what I had to just to clear the air...Its ok if you tell me that you really didn't care..Cuz i know a lot of friends dont...Some might, some just wont...But when You read my read my mind...well im just glad you stoped by...Cuz just to show me that you took the time...Instead of passing my mind by...