I feel life from the words I write despite them being words I slurred over night it's like I fight but my pen is the sword of course I force myself into creative prospects I expect to wreck what in front of me is set
I wondered what would happen if I ruled the world gimme a shot at the top I'm not Clinton I only need one girl but seriously I hate this place controlled by industry it's ****** me up the environment and desire for right went out the window when the dead presidents kept talking from beyond the grave the money you made won't matter so cut it like a beanstalk

DaSH:
And fall into a pool of tears
From all the single mothers over all these years
Tucking youngins under covers
Undercover trying not to let the pain show through
This is the same strong woman that still holds you
Even though you're older and make your own decisions
Its gotten colder in the later years just wishin
You could go back to the beginnin
Back to when **** was simple
And all you had to do was listen
To another bedtime story
Next thing you know you're drifting
Away from all these problems and all these lights
Fluoride will **** our dreams they tell us to brush our teeth and cringe when we say reality bites
But I'm just trying to figure what's more important
Being myself
Or being Your kid
Just another thought from the tortured
I can feel the flames lick my body 'fore the torch's lit
Society's trying to burn us
And if they think they can teach us before they learn us then its straight out the frying pan and flying into the furnace

Nero:
I'm all alone like a watchtower my life turned sour but I'll devour any chance to **** up fools with rhymes perchance I'll leave you entranced with my writings but I'm sliding off topic so dash if you're ready then go a ahead and rip because we're cyphering on some poetic mafia ****

DaSH:
**** clips in the toilet with the ******* safety off
******* blood royal flushing with my king homie Alucard
All your ******* are old and lack any kind of support
So I'll hang em make their back straight with that ******* IV cord
If this cipher is random
Hope they deal with what I hand em
Four grenades a box of tampons
Watch these ******* explode while standing above the commode
Uncan them
The whoopass they deserve
Then im swervin in their hearse
Hopping over every curb
Speeding through every sharp turn
I love to watch their bodies burn
I love to catch every single ash between my teeth and eat them
DaSH is such a beast you freed him
By acting like a priest
When youre a demon in the streets
*******, capish?

Nero:
Alucard the damphir ******* blood like canned beer I'm near my apex others are below I'll free flow like arkham you won't question in a session when I leave your ***** barkin rhyme sparring call me Ali all these fools stay trying to Rock me like cheap Versace but I'm high quality leather built for your pleasure linkin words together you'll take home and treasure like Sinbad I don't sling crack but my rhymes are the pipe because reading this I know your *** got addicted tonight

DaSH:
Slicing high up on their frame
Like I'm aimin for the throat
Lots of gore on the floor
Need a boat to stay afloat
The walls needed more paint
You donate another coat
But I don't need your ******* charity
I'll stumble and I choke
Before I ever let you get to me
Before you start ***** you'll be history
How you ******* plan on ending me?
Just get Gone, Girl, be a mystery

Got a Hellhound on my trail
Devil Dogs locked on my scent
Hears the barkin and yowlin
Still runnin but my energy's spent

Got a monkey on my back
**** thing stranglin my soul
my skins crawlin, liver aching
self abuse done took its toll

bill collectors keep callin
dialin me up in real time
debt for ill spent life past due
bro won't spare a **** dime

ol sun did rise this mornin
Lord gave me one more day
to see the light, set things right
before he takes me away

sick and tired of sick and tired
can't play this tune no more
take one step to a brand new life
before I knock on heavens door

Music Selection:
Robert Johnson,
Hellhound on My Trail

NYC
3/19/05
jbm

Standing by the window, Polaroid in hand,
he stared out at the hubcap rolling in the sand;
now the screen door, she was whistelin’ a sad and lonely tune,
and the ******* dogs, they were barkin’ at the moon.

Midnight roared and the sky came apart at the seams.
He looked up and saw where Jesus hides his dreams;
they were glitterin' gold, and blinkin' purple-pink—
he was sure the little girl in the picture winked.

i wanna lounge with the cats as a bad boy barkin @ bricks DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO pickin' toe jam strumming guitar but here in my khaki and cubicle that all seems so far

Standing on morals and values
How you?
Sit here and not shed a tear
In this atmosphere
Hells been here my dear
Listen to the sounds of the wind
Paintin' an image you could see within
Soul dwellin' spells sailin'
Like boats on oceans
**** a notion and stop
Sippin' the mental potion
Nothing but poison causing noises
To the intellects
Folks so confused they dont
Know what to reject
Whats thrown at em
Pitches up and i bat em
Out the park
Slicker than John Starks
On the court
Light my spark **** in the dark
Take a trip through my mind
And let the chakras tingle your spine
Im genuine
So anxious notorious when my guns bust
Through the evils hearts
Of mankind no rewind
We going forward marchin'
While ya barkin'
At cars that be parked and
We clear benches from distances
Strong as stance
None could separate this
This part of yosef anthology
Who am i? Who are we?
Stuck in the game calles society
Pawns place carefully
Gotta strategize my moves swiftly
Or else they'll catch me
Slippin- destiny to the penitentiary
Or an early cemetery
Like young revolutionaries
No longer scared no fear
Mama dry yo tears and hear
Me talking to your mind javelin'
While my spirit travelin'
To unknown destinations
No subjugations make it through any situation of the litigation
No hesitation thugs in migrations
No imatitin' raw with our hits
No fakin' slam ya Blake Griffin
Got lots of guns
So dont be trippin' strippin'
Titles off men and men off titles
Im an ultimate rival
To the system its the survival
Of the fittest **** this
Life ill die broke than a slave
Cursed to the carnal sins of man
But then again
Spirits will guide me again
To where it all began
The garden of Eden
You'll see the demons risin' in earthly form
Next to you breathin'

On a walk in the middle of spring.
All the bees on cali orange blossoms. The birds sing  
The difgerent smell of food as i go downtown
Live music somwhere in the distance echoing all around. Through the old neighborhoods i always  roam.
I feel at home.
Passing houses. Cars pass.  Incenese nag champa. ciggs. **** and fresh cut grass.
Seeing familiar people out and about.
Fresh air. Free. No lock down. No care. Even the dogs runnin up on me barkin is all good. Warm night Cool breeze through my neighborhood

Gotta dog on it,
My cat doesn't wanna get bit,
Mom's been barkin' for a dog she found,
Not from a pound
No,
Pure bred breed she wants? Oh...

Well that's three hundred steps to the the poor house
Too bad she didn't want something free like a mouse,
Just leave some food out for a week,
And I'd bet money a mouse would give us a peek.

If we had a mouse I could get a cat named Tom,
But that's what I want,  not my mom.

She expects a new puppy pal
In fact, she's quite pushy for a gal.
So we went to pick out a pup,
Up to the pen we arrived and all the boys jumped!
That seemed like too much to handle for her,
So she picks a timid one...
Hoping to get our cat to purr.

Brother and I split the bill,
I thought we'd have to give it a worm pill
But the ******* kept them in good health,
And good thing since the K9 required such wealth.

On the way home I had a nameless dog on my knee,
So glad she didn't ***.
Yet close to home she threw up all over my lap,
It congealed and I felt in a warm wrap covered and odorous we pulled over,
By a field without cover.
I was patient and calm about it,
But what I really wanted to do was throw a fit!

Isbin has been in the old barn
Shalby shall be, after spinning yarn
Isbin and Shalby aren't often far apart
Isbin's been wastin'
And Shalby's been stocked
Isbin's been askin'
And Shalby shall talk
Isbin's been barkin'
and Shalby shall squawk
Bark and squawk
Peck and talk
and by and by
the barn's been bought
been bought and sold
to who knows who
and Isbin and Shalby
Don't know what to do

I SAW THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERALIZATION
wearing halos of fog,
opening their eyes with a burst of surreal an' shattering
the beacon of light
with a splatter of the gray matter... afterwards it all became
so fug'n trite.

I'm phrasing perfect with a hint of propulsive barb'd barkin'
—Man, I am aching to blather,
**** man, it's more than ****-cheek chatter—
it BBBBBBBBBButt bubbles with a puhcussive tootin';
a howl absurd!

I raise a cup & say cheers t' Allen Ginsberg

"O BLOATED BLUES an' DECIBELS DANCE
t'BALLYHOO'd BE-BOP FLUNG
An' BOMBS BUSTIN OPEN with Gear's CLAWING
t'BE AIRBORNE",
Yes, he SITs IN a SPACE SHARE'd with us;
finger snappin' & poetry clappin' from
a heavenly ladder's rung...

A MAD HATTER's CHINA TEACUP is filled
with continuous soft crackling liveliness of effervescence...
and buoyed by the holy soul jelly roll that moves
through here now.
So let us praise and bestow upon him,
a heartfelt bow before we etch on the walls
of my primitive pome cave
our beatnik chorale reverberation of "AND HOW!"

By "ooznozz"

Its what"is"
Thats the only
Thing relevent
The only thing
Thee...... ......only......
Right now ..... stone cold sober......
Im sure i could be
..........and i know ....ya know.......
**** man i dont know ........
I take that back
I know this ......
Oh it hurts though ......I aint tryin to bring anybody down ........
I appologise
...guess this is sorta anonymous.....i mean no ones gonna see this ...snot and tears
And the ugly face all grimmaced and red barkin convulsive like hungry seal.......
Askin stupid **** outloud over and over .
As i sit here alone in my ex wifes room ......
After just loosing my father..........
On the anniversary of loosing my mother ........
Its new years day ...........at noon........
My ex "Is " still out with her new.      
(*******)
Lover ....oh .I
No.........I
Know this "is"
How my love goes ...........
I sit here with our Son.......
Hes so amazing ...Im so proud ....its hard not
To let him see me cry .  ...
It just. ........."IS"