#1986
Planet earth
Was my place of birth
I need worth?
Money fortune and fame
Man i couldnt picture this
Without makin' a name
I wanted to be the black Picasso
With the picture perfect flow
So ya know
The microphone fiend
Aint went no where
And All my spectators n haters
Had to stop n stare
Listenin' to the bass thumpin'
Music n mic is so loud
Movin' the crowd
With my aesthetic poetry
Ricochetin' minds with my lyrical
Content
Once the trigger hits the bars get
More ruthless
Strikin' furious
makin' emcees toothless
Leave em with a strong lisp
Check the total Eclipse
Its temporary darkness mark this
Day and age im the new jack
So im turnin' the page
Backward bringin' real hip hop back
Yo! ,im finna cut deep as a lumberjack
And yea im black
So get ready to attack
Butll be back
For more ******** delivery
NONE could shake thee
Original master of the craft
Send the army n still they couldnt penetrate me
The black rambo of the industry
I had to take and make
My own moves show to you n prove
To ya that im the best at this
Two decades later n hip hops gone
But now im resurrected
The flow is re-connected
Back to nineteen eighty six
Now watch me rough up the mix
Dont look any further this is a stick up
Or hold up just fold up
Cuz ya at a dead end
Dont pretend that you couldn't bend
Your way out of a jam session
Go to the **** for a quick blessin' ya stressin'
Got ya nerves shook from my verbs
Ya mind couldnt take it
So death couldnt fake it
now i know as hit up ya funeral
Payin' my dues to the fallen ones
That tried to intervene between
The jewelry the cars and my life
complex scene
Enticin' green
Cuz of the way i drop them fools
Turnin' mule
On the mic
Cuz im paid in fullllllllllllllll!!!!!
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
My mom was in Guatemala, my dad had left before I had grown. The only one in the house besides me was my grandma who never did peep nor moan.
My big lil brother was living with our father and my younger sister was somewhere I don't know.
So what's one to do at 16 when you know they're all away for at least another 10 days? Socal in those years especially for me was a 24hr. pharmaceutical playground..so what's one to do? Let's play!
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
Fenola is washing up
the dishes after dinner,
Eileen watches her
from the table
in the kitchen,
Fenola talking about
her day at work,
about something
someone did or said,
but Eileen is watching
Fenola's body move,
the way the hands
(pink-gloved)
lift and plunge
in the soapy water,
the way her hips
move so sexually,
the tight bottom,
the way the skirt
holds her,
the black tights,
she thinking of later
after supper,
in bed,
after talk and kisses,
then thinks
of the night before,
the lights out
(just moonlight through
the slit in the curtains),
the perfume of her,
the kisses on her body,
the exploration
of each body in turn
or at the same time,
the soft words
of encouragement,
the later messages
of yes and yes
and there and there,
then Fenola turns
and says:
and her husband didn't
even remember
their anniversary
silly fool,
and she(the wife) said
he'd be for it
or rather he wouldn't,
and laughs
and Eileen laughs too,
taking in the shaking bosoms
as she does,
the sweet little piglets
lying there,
and all Eileen can do
at present
is stare.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
Ariadne dresses slowly,
dresses with an eye
on Bernice,
who lies in bed watching
her dress
in the dressing table mirror.
I can dress slower
if you want,
Ariadne says,
eyeing Bernice,
watching the eyes
watching her.
Undress again
would be better,
Bernice says,
come to bed again
would please me more.
Can't got work to get to,
Ariadne says,
buttoning up her blouse,
fingers fiddling slowly.
Shame on you,
leaving me alone
in this bed,
all on my lonesome,
Bernice says.
Ariadne brushes her
short red hair,
eyeing the girl
in bed behind her,
the nakedness visible
where she lies uncovered.
Can't have me
all the time,
need to work,
need to get out
and earn,
Ariadne says,
putting the brush down,
smiling shyly.
Bernice sits up,
and gets
to the side of the bed,
and walks to where
Ariadne stands,
and hugs her tightly.
I got to work too,
but wanted you
just one more time,
Bernice says,
then kisses
Ariadne's shoulder,
lips on white blouse.
Time waits for no one,
got to go,
have me tonight
once I'm home,
Ariadne says,
turning,
kissing Bernice's brow.
She departs
and leaves the room.
Bernice stands,
and gazes at
the door now closed.
The bed is empty.
The smell of mixed scents,
and body odours,
and stale juices
fill the room
like invisible ghosts.
Bernice goes out the room,
and walks to the bathroom,
and goes in,
and closes the door,
and sits and pees,
and hums a few bars
of a Smiths song,
feeling unloaded,
but nothing's wrong.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place with the human race~
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:41 PM UTC