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Sethnicity Nov 2016
I'm merely a poet
But you may think me a rapper if I didn't note it
I'm made in moments
I design the riots these words are my pilots
I fly them into structures that lack cognitive diets
I'm like cons stuck to your Feel it Try it Cry it
When you're cursing in the car
seeing red
grab a cigarette
light it
I am here to recreate
the con template
make more meaning behind your quite riot
when you remember how to be great
swinging from swings
singing songs of King Kong
and
monkeys playing on strings
When mondays were not monotony
growing older into neoteny
has this gotten to thee?
You take it in threes,
Speeding tickets, Deadlines, and Rotten Trees
keep on keeping on
vote on voting on
PoliceSeas?
Can't change the country without cash, fears, or blood
Que Sera, Sera humans ride the carousel of DUH!

I should Detain my thoughts many deem insane
let them germinate with time attain more circular grain
I'm ready for hand over hate for a steady gain
I'm ready for self worth over wealth a cure for the pain
I could light myself on fire and yes one man can
How long can we malnourish the heart and ******* the brain?

But,
y'all don't wanna be free
just wanna get poor quick
Sell your soul on FB
a phat horse chewing the bit
while you eat the virus
that makes you sick!
"I am not a rapper"
but I can wrap it up in a split

"It's Just US for tray bomb"
if not miseducated in Lit
"Eyed Diabolical, My necklace stripped"  
You can steal this message in a bottle
as I bleed out this ****!
I'm merely a poet But you may think me a rapper if I didn't note it!
Just my observation of Monuments and Movements and Revolutions people all over are crying out for change. All I ask is that you consider the whole when you wanna act out. Knowledge is power and power decays until the powers in the hands of the people who change.
The last lines are phonetically subliminal... "ie "(It's Justice for Trayvon) (If I was seen as notorious, My neck lays.. Drip
{killed with my throat slit})
xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
Up is up, so down is down.

Red and green means Christmas, obviously.

Birds singing? Happiness.

Rumors equal catfights.

Cheating leads to divorces. Multiple.

And this poem is about you. Duh.
just a weird way to look at people who assume. i'm so bored and uninspired lately.
Staring at the deep blue sky
Often I make a false attempt
To find her face behind
The dark black clouds

I extend my weak hands
To grab those dreams
Which hav pasted
Over those small patches
Since decades over decades
But get only gush of hot air in return
Which passes over my head

Limping beneath the sands of night
Often I make a false attempt
To live that sweetest moment
Once more............

I lit the candle of adoration
To eradicate the darkness of hate
Which hav diffused
In the air of love
Since when I never know
But only to get professional fireman
To extinguish it mercilessly
Appointed specifically by fate

Stripping the shifts of night
Often I make a false attempt
To cover my face with pillow
But in vain I gather it by palm
I land myself on the desert of patience
To wait fr her comeback
Which will never happen though
Still I believe
She will come atleast once
To Compensate the past
Which she skipped once

Still I plunge myself
In those dark shades of night
To stain my sleep
With her existance
Which meant world to me
In past,now and will be till eternity............
KING OF THE BOXING RING*
        
Muhammad Ali, the renowned boxing star,
Thrilled the world with his terrific fights;
Fearsome moves, nimble feet and fiery fists,
Memorable in his own well-known words,
Could "float like a butterfly and sting like a bee",
Cruhed his mighty rivals with awesome ease.
Honoured and loved as a great humanist,
More than titles, he valued respect and equality
And fought against racism and injustice.
Stripped of his title and thrown into jail,
Bravely opposed the Vietnam war,
Refused to join the army and drop bombs
On unknown people who were not his foes.
When ill-treated for the colour of his skin,
Threw his Olympic medal into the Ohio stream,
Roused the conscience of his fellowmen.
Ali, the great pugilist, king of the boxing ring,
Shines in the galaxy with Mandela and Dr. King.
                      ***.   M.G.Narasimha Murthy
Hyderabad, India.
* This poem is a tribute to the great American  boxer
and heavy-weight champion Muhammad Ali who
passed  away on 3 June 2016.   M.G.N.Murthy.
Loreana Jun 2016
Being hurt only makes u grow,
The more u fail the more u know,
When u lose u then try hard to gain,
The best lessons are learnt through pain....
Marinela reka
#hp3
Life is hard indeed, but **** it up, for time won't stop and wait for you.
Get moving and walk to your dreams. Time is ticking, and so are you.
Don't get so stuck up in your position, but get ahead of what you are right now. Time will always move constantly, but you can accelerate yourself, so do your best, and run towards your dream. **** all of your problems and hardships, because that is what we call it as: L I F E.
:) :)
The Disastrous Quake
Hiding behind a hazy cloud
That hung above the darkening earth,
The pale moon looked portentous,
Sensing perhaps the imminent doom!
           Nothing stirred, no noise was heard:
           The bustling towns sank into slumber
           Under the spreading shroud of gloom.
When all of a sudden,
A strange, sub-terranian thunder
The earth's bowels tore,
Pierced the ominous calm
And shook the silent towns
With a hideous roar.
            Stately towers and humble homes
            Convulsed and crumbled
            Behind clouds of dust and smoke.
            Wails and moans and screams and groans
            Rent the midnight air.
            Men and women, mangled and maimed,
            Orphaned children, battered and bruised
            Crawled from the gaping jaws of Death,
            Their erstwhile homes,
             Now their graves, streaked with blood.
Dreadful spectacle, heart-rending,
Of splendid towns, centuries old,
Smashed in a moment of nature's wrath,
Reduced to rubble at one ruthless stroke,
Victims injured, on the verge of Death -
A groaning heap of shattered hopes!
                ***  M.G.Narasimha Murthy,
*Recent earthquakes: April 2015- Nepal was shaken by an earthquake of 7.8 magnitude, killing 8,959 people, injuring
22,303more and destroying 7,76,895 buildings including 131 historic monuments. This week, Myanmar, Japan and Ecuadar have been shattered causing huge loss of life and destruction of property.
Alex Durow Jan 2016
Money for you||power for me
All of these objects that we didn't need
All of these people we weren't meant to lead
All of this greed||All of this greed

Money for me||power for you
I bought the land and the man on it too
I bought the sand and the sky and the moon
Oh what a view||oh what a view

Money for me||power for me
I took your power to build my regime
I took the people and built a machine
Lo what a scene||lo what a scene

Money for me||power for you
And I flew to space and I sailed on the blue
And love I did lose||and love I did lose
So this money I hold til I'm sent to my tomb

$ 4 U||POWR 4 ME
About the greed of men, and a comment on how no matter how much money you make or land you own, the one holding your hand as you breathe your last breath is what matters the most
SJ Sullivan Jan 2016
We all sat and pondered over the strange
phenomena of the world we live in,
like the fact that the moon sleeps upon
the surface of the earth each night,
but never returns to the same dwelling twice.

We asked the stars why they continue
to shine, even years after they've died,
and we wait in silence for their coveted
response, only to be let down once again.

What is a conversation without listening,
but waiting in line for your time to talk,
only to an audience involved in their next
comment. Leaving messages.

You only call me when it's raining out.
And I only answer when it's 2am.
And it's all good and fine in day dreams,
because we know the right things to say
and the right ways to respond, when
it's all in our heads.

But that's not how the world works,
so we stub on tongues on thoughtless
comments, as we fill the voids around us
with butchered "I love yous" and cold nights
back to back.
Inspired by U by Gnash
Richa Govil Jan 2016
As I see the moments pass
I wish nothing but for them to last
A moment more of laughter
and the naughty looks thereafter
A moment more of pretentious fight
Accepting the defeat with pride
A moment more of comforting silence
Understanding through a single glance
A moment more of admiration
Awestruck on your every creation
A moment more of some real talk
Easy access to key for all my locks
A moment more of refreshing smile
Mending my heart, Oh so fragile
A moment more, a moment more..
Wishing there was some more in store
Time slipping out like a wild wave
Washing away the sand castle that i did lay
I crush a little inside
Wishing i could stop the tide
But holding memories close to my heart
Smallest one right from the start
Watching you walk towards your dream
My contentment reached to a level extreme..
When all you want is let some moments last but all u could do is helplessly watch them fly away… in bits and pieces… taking away a part of you forever..
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