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Kevin May 2017
bolo.
bolo bolo.
be on the look out be on the look out.
be on; the look out. be on; the look out.
beyond the; look out beyond the look out.
beyonde. look out beyonde; look out.
bolo bolo.
bolo.

olob.
olob olob.
out look the on be out look the on be.
out look the on; be. out look, the on; be.
outlook; the on be. outlook; the on be.
out. look the on; be. out. look the on; be.
olob olob.
olob.
Igor Vitorino Jan 2015
Cadê o meu pedaço de bolo?
Não me faça de tolo
Meu coração queima como fogo
Eu não desistirei sem diálogo
Não me vire às costas e nem rosto
Eu sei que fui puro desgosto
Que fui canalha, safado e traste
Que transformei sua vida num desgaste
Não mereço nenhuma consideração
Nem um pouco de sua admiração
Sei que a minha presença nesta festa
Não vai conseguir nenhuma fresta
Nesse coração que tanto machuquei
Eu que por muito tempo lágrimas chorei
Arrependido por tê-la  abandonado
Dai esse pedaço de bolo
Que para mim será apenas um consolo
De tê-la imensamente magoado
Será o pagamento de um amor não devotado
Meu grande pedido de perdão
Meu ingresso para a solidão!
Solidão
Donall Dempsey Jan 2019
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
( for Driftwood )

She dances
upon her tippy toes

upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room

to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.

"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.

Asha sings to us
and we...dance!

Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.

We dance upon it.

Summer gasps
holds its breath.

There is nothing but
the music....and us!

She is all
of three

screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"

"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.

The record screeches
and scratches ...ouch...off!

I cut cucumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.

Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.

But when Mum
goes to answer the phone

it's her best chum
she will be hours

we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.

The return of. . .

"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
Such a superb composition by RD Burman. Asha Boshle voice that perfect creature that it is and matched to Zeenat Aman. Back then we had no idea what it was about only that big father and little daughter couldn't help but compulsively dance anytime the song came on...it was such a joy and we never tired of it.

Piya Tu Ab To Aaja (Monica, Oh My Darling!) was another favourite with all that sung panting and the call of Monica, Oh my Darling! We couldn't get enough of it.
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2017
a book just fell off my shelf after i read some female poetry online... coincidentality... the safety net of superstition; or at least a prompt... an unloved woman can reach tartarus... given souls only reach hades' lava lamp of flux; believe me, this **** stays... women take too many inspirations from the natural world... which means men take to creating a metaphysical world they can escape to... she acts the mantis... i act the talking *****.

thankfully i trained my cats so they rudely
wake me up,
  the last dream i had about running
on this pythagorean hypotenuse *****
trying to catch sheep that were chased
by demonic figures decapitating them...
i sleep better these days,
    i think that's a reason for owning cats,
you mature with them,
         but i'd suggest owning dogs
in your childhood, children love dogs,
cats don't love children... but then that's a flimsy
argument to even have a dialectic about...
   people love to have opinions,
and i agree, they should, so that they can subsequently
have emotions; by now socrates is
a surgeon of emotions, have them? not have them?
but then you read some poetry by a woman
who's shrouded in the guise of an online
anthill... and a subsequently a book flies
off your bookshelf onto the floor...
oddly enough a book bought by your first love...
yesterday, to-day and forever,
by *edward henry bickersteth d. d.

           figure that acronym out you modern
pundits! or should i add: late bishop of exeter...
do i believe in ghosts? no, but
a subjectivity counts if i'm not writing about facts
and this need to constantly make things
object-object related... nothing in real life
deems object-object relations to be the real concern
for talking, or what's the current theme via
political-correctness... that's why we have
antique dealers, or why we have
                      a picasso at sotheby's rather than
tate modern... the object-subject relation,
worth, or the appreciation of,
               some even go as far as mad and write
zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance
         rambling on about quality,
or **** ex uno unto uno - and yes i used
that english conjunction because i'm not about to
ponce off the latin italic phraseology
for "rhetorical" purposes...
              since it only means man from one unto
one thing considered... say, that's self-explanatory
given men have passions... what we end up as,
carpenters, roofers, weathermen... poets?
          man out of one unto one...
                   it gets a bit fuzzy prior monkey
and how we came about... but thankfully we
have homosexuals allowed as to peer into the pre-darwin
reality of being a self-****** organism...
          at least we can understand being pre-monkey
something or other, because that's exactly were:
something or other...
                     since we reach a point between
monkey and the big bang where:
   language simply seizes to exist and the thing in question
that exactly express it... it's lost... ****!
  now comes the white rabbit pulled from a top hat.
that's why i don't exactly understand darwinism,
frankly monkeys are perfectly adaptable and
there's no need for them to adapt further...
   they're still here, aren't they?
         well... i'm just wondering when i'm going
to stumble and sound too insensible, or when the logic
of constructing words will fail me and i'll slop into
some kinda of dementia...
                
canvas: the most sinister psychiatric experiments
on men in england...
                      now i'm really laughing...
it's almost like i'm going via the route of
  kuru and dancing the hākā before the altar
of kālī (or as i say: that's better than attempting
a blow-job pose before the crucifix)...
                cultural ap prop what?!
                i don't want to have anything to do with
this "thing" that western society symbolises...
  i just see one massive asylum: lunar rex -
yes, where the moon reigns, or at least the most
necessary resource: oil, middle east;
                  ******* mad max fork in the road.

and the greatest thing about "poetry"?
you forget what you wanted to originally write,
best motivation for keeping a hard-on of narrative,
in audio sprechen though?
    don't know, i have to talk to this waiter,
doctor, politician and so many other people
before we can commune on having a personal life
a bit like trying to squeeze past
jim morrison to get to the other person...
   almost impossible, unless having been at
the parisian shrine of bolo bolo bolo...
          knock on door... get over it.

i know that i picked up a book on kabbalah by
aryeh kamplan prior and cited gematria -
and the book that fell off the bookshelf was probably
next to it and it was gently dislodged...
but that doesn't claim scientific details with what
i was thinking at the time... if i really wanted
to ensure i was scientifically accurate with my
cognitive narration, and call it gravity,
i'd be the one standing on the bridge contemplating
to jump off it...

            plus i mentioned gematria...
also called the assyrian / babylonian / greek bollocking...
which evidently doesn't mention the roman,
or what's otherwise the genius of I V X L C D M -
              but even that wasn't genius when it was
conquered... or what's the 7 heads in the book
of revelation / the cardinal sins...
         myth contra myth... that ends with no myth:
but the blatantly obvious staring right back at you...
which truly exposes the end of res cogitans
and the reign of res vanus... because
   the truth was so obvious that you can't even begin
to complicate it by giving a thought for it,
but like the devil said: idle hands? i have spares!

but i'm thankful that these two pair of cats talked
to my unconscious mind (whatever that means) -
   once i got out of bed and opened the door
to the garden i realised: ooooooooooh...
                 desperate to do your toilet business?
then it became self-evident what
the inability to dream can conjure in the waking
world... a pair of cats need to go to the toilet...
      seems my head isn't that far lodged into my ****
since i have absolutely no capacity to have a dream
other than two desperate cats needing the garden
to relief themselves... that's americanism, isn't it?
i'd probably add ease... or oompf on its own...
       probably why i never took to *** ****
having too much pleasure from easing a **** out -
or why latin names were kept: reasoning man / **** sapiens...
     given the proximity of the stated italics.
Center of attraction, captured -by your attention
When you sing that way...
Mini-dress and a bolo, actin' like your solo.
And now you're looking my way?

You got something, -mesmerize, make-up 'round your eyes
You wanna dance Baby, -is it TIME?

Yeah, Girl!
My heart's goin' to ruin,

Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm cool -n
You're making it hard, -I imagine my arms
Are wrapping you up tight.

Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the one,
Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun?
-turn heads of all the Fellas

Did you ever think that I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
Yeah, Girl


shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!

Staring at you now, -****, you're so fine...
And the way you move?
I'll put on my two, -step, dance on my boots and...
hold on you on The Line.
Baby, let's go out, ain't no reason to doubt,
If you wanna know if I wanna go, -make you mine?

You found that boy you know, -is right!
Yeah, Girl

If you wanna know if I wanna go, -make you mine?

shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!

Yeah, Girl
My heart's goin' to ruin,

Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm cool and...
You're making it hard, -I'm wishing my arms
Were wrapping you up tight.

Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the one,

Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun,

-Ain't thinking about it, come on don't doubt it,
Yeah, Girl

And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!

Yeah, Girl
Come and take a little ride with me
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna spend a little time with you
Yeah, Girl
I'm going to hold you like you're mine, and uh
oh, oh, oh...
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna bring the stars down for you
Yeah, Girl
You know you make the Sun jealous
Yeah, Girl
Turning heads of all the Fellas,
Yeah, Girl

And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?

shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!

Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm chilling,
You're making it hard, -I'm wishing my arms
Are wrapping you up tight.
Yeah, Girl

Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the One,

Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun,

-Ain't thinking about it, come on don't doubt it,
Yeah, Girl

And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?

shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl!

Yeah, Girl
Come and take a little ride with me
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna spend a little time with you
Yeah, Girl
I'm going to hold you like you're mine, and uh
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna bring the stars down for yah!
Yeah, Girl
You know you make the Sun jealous
Yeah, Girl
Turning heads of all these Fellas,
Yeah, Girl!
In tribute to KELSI Ballerini's Yeah Boy. SSTOP.. I know I am awesome..stop calling me on that 93 number.
Donall Dempsey Jan 2017
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
( for Driftwood )


She dances
upon her tippy toes

upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room

to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.

"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.

Asha sings to us
and we...dance!

Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.

We dance upon it.

Summer gasps
holds its breath.

There is nothing but
the music....and us!

She is all
of three

screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"

"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.

The record screechs
and scratches ...ouch...off!

I cut cuecumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.

Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.

But when Mum
goes to answer the phone

it's her best chum
she will be hours

we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.

The return of. . .

"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
The great R.D(Rahul Dev)Burman lovingly known as Pancham. This is his  song from the film Hare Rama Hare Krishna( 1971 ) sung by his wife Asha Bhosle along with Usha Iyer and chorus. We had no idea what we were singing! We just loved the sounds and music! The hit for us was the joy and delight it brought to our little English kitchen ....making the salad exciting! Pancham and Ashe loved cooking and would have cooking competitions between them. Oh those evergreen Hindi songs!
"Piya tu ab to aa jaa, hey hey hey hey!"( wot great crazy panting and the cry of "Monica darling!") was another great favourite as was Nahin Nahin Abhi and Sun Sun Didi Didi. Then there was one in which a drummer scatted his tik takka tick to her and another with I LIKE YOU kept breaking in in English only to change to I LOVE YOU by the end! And her high pitched voice contrasted with a deep gravelly growly male voice was just so much fun! It's only with the Internet that I can see what we were singing and get translations! Oh our world was so....innocent back then as Hindi and its swirl of music hath us enthralled.


Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram
Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam
Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram


Take another hit

Take another hit*, all your worries will disappear
From morning to night sing, “Hare Krishna Hare Ram!”*

What has the world given us?
What have we taken from the world?
Why should we worry about anyone?
What has anyone done for us?

Take another hit, all your worries will disappear
From morning to night sing, “Hare Krishna Hare Ram!”

Whether we want to live or die
We won’t be afraid of anyone
The world won’t be able to stop us
For we will do what we want
Red Oct 2012
You made it official.

Gave up.

I guess I don't blame you.

Because i know.
I'm right there with you.
Through the pain,
Agony,
Desire,
Hurt.

But I'm in Wisconsin.

Where we belong.
Jedd Ong Oct 2014
The only thing that ties me to this quilt-patched land, is memories of a flag: red, white, yellow, and blue.

Red is the blood used to paint our doorways—protection from ghostly wolves that sought our firstfruits. It is fight, even if our weapons are terribly flimsy. Bamboo tinted spears, mashed with berry paint and maskara on our brows is our arsenal. We fight in, and with the shadows. Light chases them down. Memories of GomBurZa, Noli Me, Balintawak, Tirad Pass and even EDSA remind me of how the wounds are slowly closing. Red is the color of our scars.

White is the gifts we received from our conquerors. The plow and the print: an awakening of consciousness new. White is the color of skin that polished us. White is also the gift of void, bleakness and forgetfulness. In exchange for the new, we shafted the old: our language, our anitos. A gift of disconnect: resolute Babel collapsing, burying us in tongues filled with sorcerous lisps. We curl in vain our own lips to fit their shapes. We speak gibberish now. The ghosts scoff at us in an even newer language of their own invention.

Yellow is the sweet sun which kissed us tenderly—even as we were surrounded by bolo, spear, sword. The sweet sun fights to give us light, and reaches out to us misunderstood. It shaped our land—softened our soils and gave it fruit. It is mangos, and papaya skins, and ripe bananas. It gives us joy and sweetens our sweat.

Blue are the lakes beneath which linger our roots. With the water is our identity: our hearts, our gait, our dance: the light shuffling of feet, the sway of brown hands, the wind waving at the rice buckets bobbing on our heads. We were never a warlike people. When we are wounded, we seek refuge in our seas, in the saltwater wounds that so painfully clean us of dastard memories. They sting like a freshwater song. Like the harsh howling of the monsoon rains, and the tides rising and falling with our chests. Humming.

We forget and we remember, like the ebbs and flows of the shore, the coastal highways that we leave in peace, like a languid dance. They float in and out of history—as one hops in and out of bamboo rods as they dance the Tinikling. The songs, they string us well. String names like humble Rizal, larger than life, and manic Bonifacio, who looked us straight in the eye. Names that sing of the prairie wind—softly massaging the hard grains that we till quietly in the fertile soil.

Soil—what ties us together is our history.
Lugar cativo
Onde me deito cativante
E abro a gargante e choro.
Nao darei mais o Tempo
Nem reconciliarei menos o perdao.
Somos os dias contados pelos dedos
E quanto menos tenho menos quero ter.
Frio com febre estou
Doente dos ossos, raspando-os
Ate ao po se extinguirem
e absorvo-os pela narina mais próxima
Directo ao cérebro que me permiti vender
Indirecto ao coração que morto 'e aos poucos.
Faca de dois gumes afiada na pedra
E enrolada no peito cada dia mais,
Milimetro a Milimetro
Para que a dor seja minuciosamente
Mental.
Fatal.
E da paisagem verdejante
Onde passeio as pernas pesadas
Do chumbo das balas perdidas,
Com que te matei,
Absorvo o bicho por entre o jardim
E a natureza para mim nao 'e mais
Que o conteúdo do bolo que cozinhei
Para esquecê-lo.
Cativo ligar
Que permaneço cativa
Húmido que me constipa os dentes
Como a agua gelada com que tomo banho
E nem assim acordo.
Não sei se esta Dor caberá
nas milhares de palavras que defecarei
Ate este dia tardar
E a minha vida por fim, acabar.
Não 'e de minha dor que escrevo,
'e a tua que me percorre este sangue anémico.
Consideras-te feliz que nem um porco
Que na lama chafurda a couraça.
E eu com esta dor de costas do peso
De trazer o Mundo nos bolsos
E por cada morte que deus padece
Um sopro no coração me oferece.
Dor, dor, dor, dor, dor, dor
Qual Jesus Cristo, o redentor.
Salpicar o teu rosto com farinha, enquanto preparassemos juntos o teu bolo favorito

Dar-te os beijos que me apetecesse, com os olhos, sempre que estivesses distraido a apreciar o "flowering tea", que te desse a escolher

Sentar-me no teu colo e ver-te desenhar

Fazer de ti a manta que me aconchega, entrelaçar os meus dedos nos teus e ver um filme até adormecer

Levar-te o pequeno almoço à cama e acordar-te com um beijo de bom dia.

Ser...
a única a conseguir te arrancar aquele sorriso nos piores momentos...
a bateria desenfreada a bater dentro do teu peito...
a tua melhor amiga...
quem faz valer cada acordar teu.

Que fosses a excepção que acreditei que eras, o porto seguro por quem vale a pena esperar para partilhar a vida.

Por ti... por nós... mudei, ignorei medos e arrisquei...
Não deste valor... desacreditei.
To make a war of white flour with you while we prepare your favourite cake

To kiss you secretly, with my eyes, whenever you would be distracted enjoying the flowering tea of your choice

Sit on your lap and see you drawing

Make you the blanket that cuddles me, entwine my fingers in yours and watch a movie until we fall asleep

To wake you up with a good morning kiss and have breakfast in bed with you

To be the one, to be the only one that makes you smile in the harsh moments, to be the cause of a unrestrained drums that beat inside your chest, to be your best friend, to be the one who makes it worth for you to wake up every day.

I wanted, I believed that you were the exception, the safe harbour for whom it is worth waiting for to share a life.

For you ... for us ... I changed, I ignored my fears and risked it all...
...
Lucanna Aug 2015
I light a flame in protest
Waxy comfort, my rebottle to this
credentialed crisis
--Wildfires slither up to my terrain
And me,
The fire caught me years ago
I look out to choked sky
My disposable golden rod environment
finally surrenders and declares--"yes, me too."
I whisper back under smoky breath--"it's about time."
Blinking away ember tears...
I'm still blinking them down blue cheeks.
My face has been striped wet for so long
I'm pigmented in bubbled weariness
Underneath my epidermis
I block each volcanic bolo punch,
loving masochistic movement
My lush goodness taps out to
Core's tectonic intensity
My earthy green
Covered with licking ***** lava
My maroon sadness seeps through
Every ******* time
My tears blamed on the Tetons
"Blame it on the Tetons" Modest Mouse
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Carly Two Oct 2011
Cutting, like rings in a fist-fight.
Jumping, flying, drowning, floating

She said trying to fall asleep was like jumping.

Promises like traps:
with bills
and utilities
and watering bans
and road construction
and mixed district schools
and mall-fires
and field trips
and infomercials
and unaffordable abortions
and MTV
and Show and Tell
and homeless people
and freemason bolo ties.

You’re sick
You’re sick

She said she just wanted to know what it felt like.
Copyright, C. Heiser 2011
ConnectHook Dec 2016
retrieved from the wreckage / the box reveals the final seconds / descent into panic / end of the line of flight / true disco / the call of the empty air / an unknown diva singing out her heartache / pastoral idylls in smoking ruins / the once-green Sahara / the herdsmen’s piping to the vanished flocks / it’s all there in the black box / the pilot’s final glimpse / earth rising / the ultimate kiss of terra firma / semiotext(e) / disco-bolo / temporary autonomous zones / islands of intensity / siren song of the eternal queen / spades & clubs / vistas of urban sadness seen in passing from  a car window / something lost, found, and lost again forever in the early 1990’s / woe to those who hear too much in a cheap dance tune…
Dedicated to the Voice of Empyrean Epiphanies, the Queen of Spades and the Mother of Kushite Soul-Mamas, who placed the black box here after it was taken from the depths where the wreckage of the plane was found by sonar in the Indian Ocean near the ruins of the ancient submerged city.

(These lyrical ravings inspired by Martha Wash, the voice of Black Box, singing "Everybody Everybody" in 1989)
Gil Cardoso Feb 2019
Sol queima a minha pele
Inicialmente
É agradavel
Depois, é dor

Como bolo doce que vou comer
Efeito da gulosia
Afoga o meu saber
Para mais tarde me aperceber
Que foi demasia
Aí puderei me arrepender

E então pergunto, qual é real?
Qual sigo nisto tudo
O presente ou o futuro?

Dizem-me “Carpe Diem!”
Então deixem-me comer bolo
Deixem-me queimar ao sol
Deixem-me viver a vida tolo

Depois dizem, “sê comedido”
“Tudo com moderação”
Então vivo o futuro agora
Não sigo prazer
Fujo à dor
Sempre a atrasar
A minha fatalidade

Eu sei lá

Mas enquanto escrevia isto
O sol fez o seu capricho
Tenho o poema terminado
E o meu braço queimado
Escrito: Maio 2018
Bolat chameli beli
Are sakhi rajanigandha
Bolo
Kyon ithlati **?
Rajani bolat are sakhiman!
Meri maiya bolati thi
Are bitiya sun lo na!
Kabhi mala mein goonthi
Jaakar premi ko ithlaogi
Ya kisi raja ke mukut
Prem shaiyya ki
Sartaj kehlaogi
Lekin aas ek hi rakhna
Are banmali
Us path par mujhe tum
Dena phenk
Jis path matribhumi
Par sheesh chadhane
Jaayein veer anek!
Kya asha hai rajani
Boli chameli beli
Ithlana tumhara sarthak hai
Tumhi to veeron ki mala
Ki saakhi!
Re rajani,tum **
Punyavati manjari!
'Pushp ki abhilasha ' se prerit!
She’s Luz-Vi-Minda
Priestess of Asia
When incubus harms
She takes out her charms…

Behold! Jose Rizal
Our hero national
Poet, doctor, researcher
Farmer, herder, school-builder
Fought Spaniards with paper and pen
Luzon’s charm – noblest of our men!

Behold! Lapu-Lapu!
Defender of Cebu
First terror of invaders
Famed Magellan’s death renders
Rammed Spaniards with native bolo
Visayas’ charm – quaintest hero!

Behold! Purmassuri!
Awesome Muslim lady
Wise heroine of Sulu
Foreigners cannot subdue
Disturbed Spaniards so tribesmen won
Mindanao’s charm – enemies thrown!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 63
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Uh ripping poets up
Til they showing guts
Why cuz I got the biggest nuts strut
Standing long longer than traffic
Dark as an attic critics
Get jumped like crickets stick it
To ya cuz I'm wicked
Hate to sound harsh but I'm realistic
Kicking statistic style be mystic
Sick with the flow that I throw
Looking fo bolo but I roll solo
Black Rambo
Army of one with extended ammo
Never In camo-
Flauge stay in threes
****** you like *******
Haters see the stars embedded with scars
Tell me about ohh child no smiles
On my face **** the paperchase
I'm trying to end the rat rAce
While y'all chase I place first
Vengeance is mine thus the Lord gave me the shine as I blind
You mediocre cuz I'm about to yoke the jokers

If I give you 80 minutes
Of a head start
I'll still catch up plus my guard
Is large don't need a charge
Battered up by the solar Sun
Fall to none reigning champions
Cuz all the flippers is lame son
Sound the alarm cuz I'm getting warmer
Swarming ya
Like honey to bees wind to breeze
Can't knock me down kid
Once I Sneeze ya back up before I act up
Corrupt government attornies
Get smacked up tore up
From my muthaphukkin Mack
Never turn yo back
Cuz them critics Will chit chat
Watch the fights break out Southside is where I'm running at
Safe haven I'm misbehavin
Got too many spirits wise
Considered maven
Thoughts dark as a raven
Wrinkle the game up dryer than raisin
He'll raising
Cuz chaos in the streets
Poets move ya feet put it to sleep
Cuz I'm in too deep
Like ***** making **** noises choices
By me made carefully
Led my enemies to they fatality
Final destiny
To he'll where ya soul dwells
Castin spells learned it well
Fools poppin gums and um poppin shells
Ghost open just hoping
How can ya stop me
But the resurgence of rhymes is too sky high Braille third eyes
Hypnotize lies posed in guise
Show you a picture of broken scripture through out the textures
I'm.laying my aesthetic poetry
**** any and everybody
That got a way with the problems I swing
Once again ya mediocre I'm locin ya yoke a joker
Freestyle straight off the dome

Aiyo
Life's a ***** and it no lie
Gotta stay high til the day I die
Boys can't feel this caps you can feel this
Hallows hit ya body now who's the realist
Coming hard never been a broad
Bring the ***** out of frauds
Gotta homie named CLaude
Who likes pack nina last name Ross
**** with us you will get tossed
We in cut lookin' for another big **** to cut
Never lend money to *****
I keep it real extra bullets with my steel
So real what's the deal?
I'm coming through the hood two miles an hour
So everybody can see me Rollin' on threes
Haters get the elbow I always rock the show
Sip the straw of rita then I'm good to go
Let the liquor flow throughout my brain cells
As I tell this tale http://soul.in shell.
I'm hard to crack I stay with the stack never slack
Suckas wanna hate us but wanna be us
I put my trust in rhymes I follow
Life's a big pill hard to swallow money never is problem
We got problems got that heater if ya can't solve em revolve em
Like we did that boy last week no need to speak.
Dead man can't talk with the chalk
suc  baby can you feel me replica of the p a to the t
Mayne roll the baddest yeyo lay low cuz the five o
Stay on a brother for sho so my killers be on the bolo for sho
To ma homies lock down I'm a shoot you a pound when u break outta the plantation ground
Greet ya with multiple bands understand
I know ya innocent
Its ******* not our faults drugs in our resident
They try to keep us down they try to do us raw
But we shoutin',**** the law
Take a look at my saw
Double barrel and let me blast you with some reality
Art of war mentality stay up on three
Like four to one I'm the son of don
**** runs through my veins so easily for me to maintain
Never strain let the lean settle in my brain
Syrup hittin' still hittin' like I hit my *******
Branched my trees so we got multiple riches
Small glitches snitches get the ditches
So to my homies on the block stay up get ya knot
Give what ya give give all.ya got
Satan will see ya God can't bless ya
Keep twenty five five lighters on my dresser
Blazed with twenty five blunts eases the stres-sir so ya sir
So come with me on a journey as I flow to this lp
Life's a ***** that's what the record spinnin'
Time to be real no fakes no pretendin'
Articulate with my skills got to pay bills
Keep it raw so much ice I could chill
The whole **** world dancin' in the water
And still not get wet
Throwin' up the southside tre is the set




Hold.up
Tum bolo toh neend le lo meri...
Ya phir...jagta rahu...ek nayi raah ko band khirkiyo se...
Ek tarfa...hi jeeta chala jau...
E dil e naadan...
Mujhe kya hua hai...?
Kya mujhe pyaar ka bhoot to nahi ** gaya hai?
Aur bhoot ki tarah...
Lamhe lamhe...
Boond boond...
Beparwah... awarapan...
Ek awaaz...ishq ki jheelon me
Ghumta ghumta
Chand ki taraf...dekhta dekhta...
Aur hawaaon se khirki tod di ...
Tum paas aayi

Thoda Pagal mein...
Thodi pagal tum
Aur dono chale...
Pagalpan me...
Masti ki kasti me
...meelon dur...
Raat ki neend aankhon me liye
Aur raaste pyaar ke banate hue...
Anjaan se jaan bante hue...
Aur phir aur...
Del Maximo May 2019
he saw razor wire atop perimeter walls
guards on walkways with rifles ready
“what have I gotten myself into”

early, early
driving out to the high desert
pulling over to check a map
I saw Easter sunrise in the Mojave
the rising dawn bending light’s spectrum
its pink brightness silhouetting
clumps of dark green sage brush
casting long spidery purple shadows
between streaks of golden light
as morning’******broke mountain’s peak

continuing on
I spied something moving in the distance
within a shroud of clouds
that was blanketing the ascending road
way high up ahead
tiny white angel wings came to mind
thought perhaps I was hallucinating
entertained the idea that I had crashed
and was going to heaven
as I got closer
driving through the warm mists
that strange movement proved to be
mundane yet fascinating
I’d never seen wind turbines before

I had never been to Tehachapi
got lost in the winding upper mountains
my friend told me to turn on valley road
but there was Bear Valley Road
Apple Valley Road
other valley roads
had to circle and back track through the greenery
but found my way

when I finally got to the prison
there was a long queue of cars
I passed them up to see what was happening
then drove back and got in line
a lot of visitors that day
to celebrate Easter in incarceration
but I was here for a pick up
I signed in and a guard called my name
Donnie came out
processed and ready
we shook hands and the guard let us leave
after I signed a release form

Don was always the get-away-driver
so as soon as we were away
from warden’s watchful eyes
I let him take the wheel
forgot to inquire if he had a valid license
he threw his gate money at me to hold
said, “that’s how much I trust you”
“I’d never let anyone else handle my money”

back downhill
driving through the desert
he heard a helicopter above
“they’re being VERY cool right now”
as he kept it at 70

approaching San Diego
we decided to take the scenic route
through the canyons
a treat for this city-boy
ascending once again on a lone highway
into dusky mountains

greenest hillsides were covered
with giant granite boulders
of all shapes and sizes
intelligently strewn in primordial design
an ancient herd of petrified buffaloes
frozen in time
foreshadowing the stampede of clumpy clouds
rampaging above in crisp cerulean

we happened upon a tickling town
people in period costumes
riding horse drawn coaches and carriages
selling jars of jams and jellies
too bad we didn’t stop and get out

back on the freeway
approaching the city
a cop car pulled up behind us
right up on my bumper
a uniform with a brown brim hat
probably a state trooper
intimidation tactics
hoping we would make a run for it
probably alerted to BOLO
for my friend
we froze at first
looking straight ahead
then I remembered to act natural
started talking to calm Don down
started pointing out the sights
along the freeway like a tourist
the cop gave up and backed off
I wondered if he thought
‘that must not be him’
or
‘these guys are good’
I’m sure he ran my license plate

I brought my friend home
met his mother and sister
bought some gas
(you don’t have to pay first)
and made the two hour drive home
just another day
in my boring life
©04/01/2019
Bolo tie
Primped and fly
Dining on nostalgia, for nostalgia’s sake
Living off the food at Kurt Cobain’s wake
Pressing a Mangum to your head
A case of Velvet dread
Addicts caught up in the Reed(s)
Sticky Fingers and their steeds
A Moonlit Mile
A case of Kurt Vile
A Day Dream Nation’s falling apart
Little Wing's lost its heart
if i say to you magada what does that mean?

it means you’re our true queen.

if i say magada three times what does that mean?

it means we have to give you our love.

so who do you think your speaking to?

the queen of china 🇨🇳

no, it means you’re speaking to the queens’s child ( la ta la ah la ma)

the german mafia tried to take my sword ⚔️ i decided i’d had enough

i took all 6 heads of the men who
wanted my life who came to my door.

i demanded all the swords ⚔️ of the famine, they were my favourite swords ⚔️ china sent me my swords

emaculate was my favourite  🗡

kim’s favourite warriors are repunzal, earthquake, farner, bolo, drew and daz.
Picture perfect, snap shot focus, no focus pocus, they love to exploit us,
Media, the main devils, played a rebel, in these hard times, crimes,
On the rise, look me in my dark eyes, you'll see the world's flame arise,
Used to play a nice guy, til my soul caught, them demons in a disguise,
Posing, as angels chosen,leaks from the ozem, growing deep, **** I peep,
The Game since my birth, cursed since I touch this fading earth,
What's your worth?, gaining the treasures of the world, just to lose ya soul,
Under a spiritual vessel, I break off the molded threshold,
got me feelin' bold,
While my enemies tag teaming, no more dreaming, of hidden deacons,
Wolves, welded with sheeps clothing, and they got us self loathing???

Hoping, for better days
Better days, better days
Better days hey,
Betterdays, got me thinking about,
Better days, ×3


Seen so many murders, scriptures unfolded, see the bible, uphold it, scolded,
By my leaders, that say they believers, playing two sides, of homicide,
One minute they ride, next second, they quick, to switch hides, glides,
Into ya brittle soul, deep down they, really want you to struggle,
Cuz they want to control, I'll never fold, so many hearts lost rollin solo,
Be on the bolo, dropping gems for sure, I try to keep my love pure,
No playing emotions as I'm coasting, for a chick who ain't into boastin',
No posing, as a knight in shining armor, I'm not hear to harm ya,
Baby, I just wanna make you my lady,it's crazy, been thinking too much lately,
Dont let them break us, through negativity babygirl it's just you and me,

Hoping, for better days
Better days, better days
Better days hey,
Betterdays, got me thinking about,
Better days, ×3


Diggin' into the final chapter, of my rapture let the words capture,
Every boy, to girl, get yours dont ya know the world could be yours,
Dont follow the biggest trends, and dont compare ya endz, to fake friends,
Cuz in the end, they'll leave you, in a bend, hoped for your struggling,
These days, been long acoming, as I summon, the dragon of fate,
Clear my conscious, now i can see my haters at my wake, snakes,
Hiding in the grass, free my mind, when I mash the gas, lift the mask,
Of sorrow, cuz tomorrow, another sucka will be there to borrow,
More pain, in exchange, for more pain,it's insane, cant numb the grain,
Hitting like a freight train, see the wrath exposed within, I'm feelin,
Some kind of way, hoping you take, heeds to the words I say, and pray,
That I follow the righteousness, soakin' in reality, hoping for better dayz

Hoping, for better days
Better days, better days
Better days hey,
Betterdays, got me thinking about,
Better days, ×3
Shashank Jul 2018
Kch talak aur dur mere sang hamsafar ban chalogi kya??

Apne saare ehsaaso ko shabdo me piron du to bolo sunogi kya??

Kisi roz tmhe khat likhu to bolo padhogi kya??
evolove Oct 2018
You were a flower that rose beneath the feet. The tears watered the seed that made a mind of concrete. Sometimes it eats at me and I can't sleep. So the nights are spent Bruce lee'ing sheets. Blood sport, Bolo when he cheats. Blurry eyed vision, kicking and screaming. Until I'm off dreaming of the
sliver in time I had meaning...

Your love was faith. And I held you back like religion. You built the sky and loved me like we were no different. Delivering deliberate significants. While I'm shivering vigorously bellegerant.  The filament that lit the current I see.  Loving myself in a new light. No longer depending on the comfort of the sea. The compass leads to the happiness in me. For that I throw roses at your feet. Aidios Amigos (friend) until we next meet
please read all the way through. This is my first piece of poetry posted. I wrote it in one sitting. Please give me feed back. Good/bad?
Yo it all started, since mankind dearly depart departed,
Heartless handshakes, since the shady deals went into a bake,
Souls on fire, how can I escape the material desirea,
Everybody so quick to die, rush of ecstacy, just to get ahead of thee,
Next man there's a lays a dead man,
It's all apart of the master plan,
Circumvent the real topics, media stay flashing poison on ya optics,
Fake **** I dropped it, hard to knock it, if I'm one of the top prophets,
Kin to Noah, let me show ya, how the words strengthen like a boa,
The shows over, I stopped rocking the boat  once I learned the universal notes,
Angelic being casting beams and, see the stars reaming in,
Blocked the seeds of demons, tryna to enter in,
My state of mind, it's hard to find, ya self in the serpentine signed design,
Architect my intellect, to advoid hell that's being sent,
Daily drama, til manana imma, keep flexing the real,
Like hot shots from the steel, you'll feel,
The pressure
As the temperatures, lows stay on the bolo,
Keep the radar low,
Off the grid, they can't off this kid, God Tutankhaman,
The True marksman aimed for discipline,
Never let the haters close in,
I'm Robert Greene with the pen, stabbed into ya melon, with words,
That cut like swords, illuminate the heavenly vocal chords,
Everybody can't jump aboard, the night train learn from others pains,
Highs to lows, that brangs, sadness in-between numb my brain,
To human intelligence treasons,
I'm giving ya reasons,
Why we here don't have no fear, cuz I know when I die, I'll be one of the sun tears,
Next to God on the throne, deep voiced baritone, another subject clone,
Judgement to atone, modern day Babylon, riding the edge of Armegeddon,
Survival
Of the fittest
I'm the most winningest
Compared to none bar none
****** can't hang with don
Dada devils wear red
Prada I gotta lotta
Ways I could improvise
Dialect open ya eyes time flys
By as I impair ya third eye
Braille from the lyrics that sell
Flowing from my.tongue
Increasing adrenaline surpass
The speed of light
Suckas try end up taking a bite
In the dust trust I bust
Hit ya before ya see it coming
Got ya body hummin'
As the spirit of death is summonin'
Lyrical abuiser over doer
This is the take over
Show boater as I rip more
**** than tornado
Infused with a boa constrictor
Inflict ya leaving a mental blister
No hipster lil ripsta
South side hister call me Mr
To the y o s e to the f mos def
Chasing mathematics
Flippin' through hos like an acrobatic
Aristocratic
Never dramatic burn static
Lyrical scholar
waxin' opponents
For the dolla check the rims on my impala
Dubs times two minus two
Back the dub holy as a cherub
Grub at the most exquisite
Places you couldn't visit
Back to reality of my prodigy
****** don't know me
Because they never even heard of me
But listen to my demo primo
If ya can't comprehend rewind
In slow mo
Be on the bolo I roll solo
Gun so I'm drama infested
Suckas become thermogenic
So i freeze em with cold flows
They turn hypothermia
hurting like a hernia
What's that swarmin' ya ?
As I sting 'em
With the rhythm
That's injects like a million bees
Plead no insanity
Ya plead insanity
Ya panickin' got ya stiff as a mannequin
This freestyle is the illest realest
Its a concrete jungle
Survival of the fittest ....i
ZACK GRAM Dec 2019
yo fat pig
yo eminem
yo dre
yo mary j

1800-im-late
kingshighway an martin luther king blvd
you got the ***** to run mobb
im g checking all 4 of you
pull up ***** we ****** ****** for hire

speak on Mariah you speak on death
you awoke a beast
fresh outta retirement
gotta problem come at my neck *****
ill body bag you with a knife ask pac
ill dead all you negros
nuclear bomb you an end your lives

ask fat pig he said it himselve
youre an entertainer
you got the nuts to talk **** to a lady
youre a grown as man fool
to a woman fool?
really?

im putting the bolo out right now em
you dead *******
on el capitann
titumbo vato
tu comprende
tu savays

youre done white boy im pullin your g card
tryna bully women like its ok
**** outta here *****
imma ******* up
on God.....
log out
Muhammad Khalid Khan
December 14, 2018 ·
Ghazal
Tum kaho to main bus wahan rakhon
Itnay dil main kahan kahan rakhon
Hay sanam khaana ye jahan sara
Tum kaho main zuban kahaan rakhon
Husan nay hosla barhaya hay
Ishq ko kiyun na darmian rakhon
Ang ang main charagh jaltay hain
Hain andheray kahaan kahaan rakhon
Hay Bhanwar main ye zindgi saari
Kia main kishti main badban rakhon
To mujay mil gia tha rastay main
Pass kiyun ab main do jahan rakhon
Zard sahra main hay safar sara
Sar pa phir kiyun main aasman rakhon
Umar sa kaisa lena dena hay
Dil ko aye jan na kiyun jawan rakhon
Sath hain teray shahr bhar ka log
Dil ko main kitna bad guman rakhon
Mehr dushman howa jahan sara
Bolo janaan ko main kahaan rakhon
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Hath Main Hath
LLZ Apr 2020
Suno,
Tumhari geet na sahi ,
Us geet ka sabd ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?

Tumhare saath na chal Pao
Parchayi ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?

Tumhari ragini na sahi
Swapan ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?

Umar bar saath na reh Pao
Ta Umar pyaar ka vada Karo
Toh chalega Kya?

Bolo,
Aise mohabbat Karo
Toh chalega Kya?

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