#mumbles - Hello Poetry

Mumble Rappers be on something like: "gotta bad b...she ain't be walking righ°..." Double-dipping, No-stopping Frames-dropping, No-clipping, wutta glitchy sight .. I've been sitting super stealthy cypher. I've been running with my do-or-die fir. [Careful] I would die for what What you would eye for Cloudy with the red eye Insight, eyesore I swore, pops, that I'd be different Spec ops man, Mine's been misting Foggy froggy frothing when I spit distance 3eyes shifting 2Split da difference Any1 asking Meh: How have I been getting....? Guru Minds have been sitting squarely as a cube in cypher Make mah breathes for human CubanS matter as I decypher : Life is living truth or daring to choose to live or die for ... Ai just a silly Scyth0r snipping sidebar sowings stow no baggage. That's what I'd be towing. Rats staining, stinging pocked and potent. Out of the Cabbage patch that I've been growing 01011011 01111101 01111011 00101110 00101110 00101110 00101110 01010000 01110010 01100001 01100011 01110100 01101001 01100011 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00101100 00001010 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100010 01101111 00100000 01100100 01100101 01101110 00101110 00101110 00101110 01111101 01111011 01011101 Sorry to be blunt, man .... it's a sour twist, Undid the trap mode went too lavish >> the-Gentle-Ghost-o'-ghetto hopes at most to let go, Building out hell bricks Pave- too -close -to -level<< it's all in the mental, in the same lane stack Shake a Lil when treble trains track, Shake, shake when the train track, shake shake, shake when it trains shake when the trains track. I swear, it's not a bad tick. Just bring the brains back. It's not a bad tick. Just get the brains back it's not a bad tick. The brains back~ just bring the brains back bring the brains back Bear with me. >>Music turned up. Are the windows cracked?<< ..............Who should have brought the show...vel? And the WAXWHALESTACK.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

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Dec 9, 2023

Dec 9, 2023 at 12:28 PM UTC

Im

Silly Scyther Snippin

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mumbles, rumbles, grumbles & groans *permeate the bedroom still, woman tosses, turns and exclaims mumbles, groans, all twisted into a single minutes-long rumbling* *torn I am, let it pass, or stroke the hair, caress the shoulder, or risk awakening her to continue her alert discontent, or salve her, thereby saving her from herself, for me, us* *do you know forever? do you know perpetuity! this diurnal/nocturnal border line battling dilemma, comes early morn, ever faithfully* and I dreading her dreaming: court the new day’s chance-ry,^ plead my case, make new laws to protect the infants, lunatics and the restless and those would be their Knight Errant Protectors! <> ^ The Court of Chancery was a court of equity in England and Wales that followed a set of loose rules to avoid a slow pace of change and possible harshness (or "inequity") of the common law. The Chancery had jurisdiction over all matters of equity, including trusts, land law, the estates of lunatics and the guardianship of infants. A knight-errant is a figure of medieval chivalric romance literature. The adjective errant (meaning "wandering, roving") indicates how the knight-errant would wander the land in search of adventures to prove his chivalric virtues, either in knightly duels (pas d'armes) or in some other pursuit of courtly love.

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Jun 4, 2023

Jun 4, 2023 at 7:23 AM UTC

onlylovepoetry

mumbles, rumbles, grumbles & groans

mumbles, rumbles, grumbles & groans *permeate the bedroom still, woman tosses, turns and exclaims mumbles, groans, all twisted into a single minutes-long rumbling* *torn I am, let it pass, or stroke the hair, caress the shoulder, or risk awakening her to continue her alert discontent, or salve her, thereby saving her from herself, for me, us* *do you know forever? do you know perpetuity! this diurnal/nocturnal border line battling dilemma, comes early morn, ever faithfully* and I dreading her dreaming: court the new day’s chance-ry,^ plead my case, make new laws to protect the infants, lunatics and the restless and those would be their Knight Errant Protectors! <> ^ The Court of Chancery was a court of equity in England and Wales that followed a set of loose rules to avoid a slow pace of change and possible harshness (or "inequity") of the common law. The Chancery had jurisdiction over all matters of equity, including trusts, land law, the estates of lunatics and the guardianship of infants. A knight-errant is a figure of medieval chivalric romance literature. The adjective errant (meaning "wandering, roving") indicates how the knight-errant would wander the land in search of adventures to prove his chivalric virtues, either in knightly duels (pas d'armes) or in some other pursuit of courtly love.

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do not read the news just do not do it; media hypes the worst of it all in hopes that we'll become Paralyzed school is cancelled children cheer while families fear for the Future

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Mar 14, 2020

Mar 14, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC

neverstopdreaming

powerful punchlines

do not read the news just do not do it; media hypes the worst of it all in hopes that we'll become Paralyzed school is cancelled children cheer while families fear for the Future

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In this torturous silence That has lasted weeks And burnt the night down to ashes, I could hear my heart beat. Like tiny screams underwater, Water rushing into the lungs. I could hear my blood Walking in my veins Punching the walls, Tearing them through The order of the heart And pour out everywhere They could run in. Outside I lay so still and quiet My mother should be scared Of me losing my voice But she isn't. I stopped talking at home Long back, When I would hear the shouts, The blows to the doors. I feel my screams During my growing years Consumed the needs for words. So I lay and this silence Isn't odd So no one is afraid for me But I am. How else do you Know a forest is burning If you don't see the fire. How else would you Know the ocean flooding the shore Unless you feel the waves. But you don't. For you are in your buildings, Behind closed doors, You don't know when it pours Unless you walk out in the street. You don't know the storms, The tremors that could bring you down, But in your barricaded homes You don't. So tell me how will anyone Know I am dying When they don't even see me here? They don't. But I can feel The waves, The rain, The heat, The water I am swallowing. Because I am all of these And no one anymore Can see. Don't worry you are not the block, I am the one blocked.

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Jun 22, 2017

Jun 22, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC

shanath

Blocked

In this torturous silence That has lasted weeks And burnt the night down to ashes, I could hear my heart beat. Like tiny screams underwater, Water rushing into the lungs. I could hear my blood Walking in my veins Punching the walls, Tearing them through The order of the heart And pour out everywhere They could run in. Outside I lay so still and quiet My mother should be scared Of me losing my voice But she isn't. I stopped talking at home Long back, When I would hear the shouts, The blows to the doors. I feel my screams During my growing years Consumed the needs for words. So I lay and this silence Isn't odd So no one is afraid for me But I am. How else do you Know a forest is burning If you don't see the fire. How else would you Know the ocean flooding the shore Unless you feel the waves. But you don't. For you are in your buildings, Behind closed doors, You don't know when it pours Unless you walk out in the street. You don't know the storms, The tremors that could bring you down, But in your barricaded homes You don't. So tell me how will anyone Know I am dying When they don't even see me here? They don't. But I can feel The waves, The rain, The heat, The water I am swallowing. Because I am all of these And no one anymore Can see. Don't worry you are not the block, I am the one blocked.

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