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Louis Fraser May 2012
Boxin' up progression
Lockin' down session
Rockin up to lesson
Dressed
Fine pressed
Geared up for givin' blessin's
Confessin' to felons
Commitin' crimes
Soakin' up voddy in our melons
Shoddy villains lookin' back at us
Jhon Goddi riddums
Billin' em for scandalous
Band of trust
Lost
Wankers spittin fictitious
Malicious lies
Leaves respect for wise guys sleepin' with the fishs
K Balachandran Mar 2014
The rolling hills in meditation, stand still
under the ultramarine blue skies,
they brood over ocean depths
see visions of dolphins' dance and sword fishs' fight;
in a flash, the hills dive like a blue whale
in to the deeps of profoundly tranquil.

marvel, isn't it? not even a note uttered,
the symphony of cosmic music
spreads its waves, embrace
heaven and earth in one sweep,
motionlessly in a dance within.
Max Neumann Sep 2020
glossily white attitude, princess and rainbow goon
how i'm feeling you, don't have to lie, last night
we were blasting off, flying, watching our city
when i woke up, you were laughing, you are lifestyle

i'm your drug, like beat and melody, djset and rapz
we are totally white like the meetings of escada
24/7 way of life, the pulse of days flashing past
look, my name is tizzop, look, how i'm splashing

this waterfall is soaking you, powerful pressure
jason is stuck to the mirrors, drive-bys and k.o.
100.000, 00 $, spent on a party night
you can start hating me, you better go skating

i am excessively ray ban and i love to fill mouths
enuff talking, let's go, for sure, 3:05 am
mercedes maybach and chauffeur, life is easy
i deal with twelve souls, soon to be trippled

all the kids are trippin', pearly white nights like frippin
i am writing on snowwhite cliffs, ocean full of glowing fishs
i got the magical pillow, you may fall in love with me
always hitting the center, mansions for your longing
Frippin' freely, my frippy friends.
Max Neumann Oct 2023
Through the loop of time
Hereby I am disappearing
In here I am sinking
My death was a birth

I sat in a fly's eye
Like in a bathtub
Flew around waters
A quest for innocence

The walls were opening
Ancient voices talking
The fly buzzing day and night
I jumped out of her eye

To the bottom of a lake
Deep below all words
Where the ancients died
A death like a birth

I stay on that bottom
Among stubborn fishs
The light of life shines
In the color of innocence
Color of Innocence
Musa  Nov 2020
That day
Musa Nov 2020
The day the sun hid its eyes,
The moon grew taller,
The stars were not sparkling,
The day the earth was without winds,
The hour when all creation sang as a unity,
Where preys were never frightened by their predators,

I saw the hands of the sun cuddling my father,
I saw trees waving good bye to a dead widow
I saw and heard poets reciting poems to a young girl who grew maturely before her birth right,

The day when the sun hid it's face,I saw naked jeans.
The day the winds smelled like pine,
Where fishs bounced on the jolt waves of the sea,
Where stones sang a beautiful hymn to a widow who brewed food from dusbins of rich neighbours,
I saw and heard babies praising God for being close to rich neighbours who deposits extra remains of their spoilt food for them to soften hunger pains.

That day where the soils smelled like rain,
That day when broken glasses generated thousands instrument
The day the wind smelled like ice cream
I went to heaven on a beautiful cloud
That day was the day I died.

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