"bushido" poems
tizz is love it or hate it, nuttin' in between
addicted to yayo like sheen, 500 bpm heartbeat
don't do it anymore, but remain psychotic
and hunt down idiotics like a carnivore
from florida to berlin, from tropic to toxic
deep in da game, da grimy streetz know my name
it'z tizzop, 14.8 inchez of hip-hop
hangin' at rashid'z, shisha ready, cuban necklace
three men in da back but ya don't know who it iz
all of 'em are dark-skinned, all of 'em are bearded
most important of all: all of 'em are fearless
we don't know what it meanz to be scared
just some migrantz who will now be heard
da territory split up: kurdz, arabz and turkz
we got our own law, like omerta, like da cosa
one apartment here, and one block' there
like bushido did, back in da dayz wit fler
sonny black carlo, godfatherz, yeeeah
power is about makin it and takin it, unlike nine said
unlike any other guy said, and if ya don't wanna buy it
find ya eyez in da wine-red, da choppaz are wild catz
ya can use them for da furiouz, some become notoriouz
otherz don't and die, but dey will be honored:
watch da muralz; urban networkz, also in da rural,
and five-o just remainz neutral; it is crucial to be brutal
as it iz to remain truthful; lyricistz can't deal wit diz
g-boy attitude of tizz: letz celebrate diversity
and ante up on google, i write barz and do diz
i'm a little too youthful for these oldskoolish
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
All weapons of
the fates you've sealed
Are no match for
this pen I wield
The power to
articulate
Ticking rhyme bombs
to detonate
The conflicts waged
gambling mankind
My perfect hand
is treaties signed
Hellbent hounds pray
like dogs, I hunt
Frontline this notebook
battlefront
With metaphors
of mindless drones
Like similes
to brainwashed clones
Whose C4 booms
and IED's
Can't build bridges
like ABC's
Or tear them down
with death regimes
By rusting through
the war machines
Flamethrowin’ my
verbal grenade
With ****** noun
scorched-earth tirade
On militant
cold-blood elite
King cobras know
I'm packing heat
Seeking missile
resolution
Winged raptor
devolution
Prehistoric
barbarism
Literacy
cataclysm
Stockpiling
extinction bones
We're cavemen carving
fallout stones
My Hiroshima
prose explodes
With nuclear
bushido codes
Released from my
katana's ward
To free my press
from shogun lord
Oppressing haiku
imagery
And samurai
epigraphy
Expressions of
my ronin soul
Omitted by
the daimyo
Satsuma is my
poetry
My final draft's
Nagasaki
Ink cartridges
strapped 'round my neck
I print no charge
or background check
And ****** every
live round free
Of innocent
blood elegy
And killing sprees
of gunned-down news
Domestic violence
black and blues
A Number 2
pencil dependent
Obsolete
lead-head amendment
Open carry
shoots a blank
Empty shell case
at my think tank
So grip this peace
then **** and pull it
**** my diction
write the bullet
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
I think of honor, and pride
And the clashing of swords
The Heart that beats inside
Master my weapon, an art form
I will protect my land and master,
At the cost of my own life
Arrows and katanas only come faster,
And I'll slip in to the light
The code I've lived by, do or die,
A samurai
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Original honour killing,
But the killing of self,
Eviscerate with the Sword,
Samurai Warrior chooses his death,
Rather than an enemy steal his last breath.
Original honour killing,
Bushido; Seppuku,
Disembowelment left to right,
This great honour is fused with a great pain,
Plunged through his skin to make himself pure again.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 6:32 AM UTC
a warrior poet
Reflecting upon thyself
In bed alone visited by someone else
Golden in color niether man nor woman
I was not afraid
With a wave of its hand
Two of me divided and I was transported
To another place
Where all were lost
Lustfull, afflicted; some even possessed
My heart was heavy with echoes
Hopeless is this!
A thunder of words interrupted my doubt
"Yet the worst of these is laughter"
A jester rose from the stone ground
His teeth brilliant white fangs
He whispers to cops and gangs
Judges and jury.
And they scoffed the weak.
Meaning to them was bleak.
Because its power we all seek.
Artform is identified.
And innocence is part of mine.
But also destruction,
Of that jokers function.
The devil is my foe.
And I will not be laid low.
Again. Together;
We win.
He won. he lost. We win.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
I crossed you in a battle
in a distant land ,
in the Rising Sun Country.
I was ordered
in a new Code of Bushido
in a new mission of injustice.
I followed your steps
courageously
with an unconditional willingness.
I heard the lament of my people
whispering with pain
how long will be tormented…..
A Death Fog Veil
covered the human souls
my breath was iced.
A brave fighter
came to me
was the Last Samurai
I have ever seen….
I was dazzled
by his power.
His sword blazed
like a fire,
sharp as a steel.
Master I yelled
show me the way,
to defend my people
to give my life,
if this is written
to my destiny path.
Teach me the Rules.
Teach me the Code of Honor.
To protect the Law.
To respect my Opponents.
Obedience and Discipline
will be my heavy duty.
He embraced me,
with a peerless wisdom
a breezy air,
blew off my lungs
and he told me silently.
The warriors’ road
is long and never ends
Be Brave my Son!
I kept his last words
as a Promise.
©By Mina Boulekou
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
Red lips
White paint
hides death
her grace a butterflies wing
life caught in her cold stare of her sting.
All dressed in colours which catch the moons glare
she kisses you like death kisses away the life that fades from sleep
an angel with a bushido blade
cuts away the bamboo which grows with haste
the light fades into a full moon
A butterfly hiding in a tomb
with carnivorous teeth
hiding a song of red bloodied despair
her cold touch ice on skin
catches your heart within sin
The black tea ceremony
of vampiric death or matrimony
if she chooses you for her thrall.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Peace on your head,
Brother
I Love you.
We Love you.
PEACE
YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID.
WITHOUT HIM I WOULD BE DEAD
nah
No im not deaf
Place treble cleff
Im not the best but one day I hope to be the best that I can be. That we can be, be free. NO SEE we are one and of one blood you YOU HERE ME SON said we are one we ONE STAR the son we need the blood I see the son BLINDING EYES im fighting lies
inside my mind i hide the blind. Like playing poker but the river is only mine imtryin to find;
A doubtfull shadow in a drought over overexposure in a year boutes
ROUND 1
HERE ME CLEARY MY SON
ears and eyes can be numb
Steady ******* my thumb
Heres the truck and it runs
Spill my ill from this quill bleed a vision
Instill?
Piledrive at the mill
Robots is Optomis drilled
Pills and pharmacists ****
Im just a kid when it comes to this
But poetry is this is
Hope you dont miss this
TWIST IT UP IF YOU WANT
To do it thru it we **** hate
And Love is my median
No not a comedian
Just meditate
I see a dream and it's color blind
I said the gun is thiers and im right
We SOLD YOU RIGHT!?
IM COLD AS ICE.
but hold it tight.
I speak too boldy right.
Seams white is not the light?
Mold me and soul the frieght
GHOST IS A SOLDIER NIGHT
hahha ^-^
hahha love ya Brother
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
bushido ruling
I offer up my haiku
wakizashi kills
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
Musically yours
I can hear a lyre,
Singing behind the fire.
Liar, liar, pants on fire;
The Devil is a guitar hero and he lives down in the mire.
Music tells you what to think
And allows you to think for yourself at the same time.
Music allows me to say what I mean,
So this is why I write words that rhyme.
It's like splitting an atom;
What's yours becomes mine and I hope I blow a mind.
I had better write a song before the thought is gone,
Before I bid you goodbye with a peace sign.
As flames dance up and down in the mist,
A thought sparks into life.
Who is the demon? The man or the myth?
Dancing in the bushes; dancing in the night.
Bushido fighter, samurai;
As time goes by I hear a tune.
Like a sword swiping through a jungle vine,
The words sink into my soul and wash away my pain and I am anew.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
Ronin
falsely accused
of pledging allegiance
to God, king, country, creed or kin
any and all become stains on my sword
should push come to shove, by honor
neither bought nor ordered...
guilty as charged
ronin.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Honor before all else, duty and obedience without question. Never strike in anger, always be dutiful to your master. Protect the weak and defenseless, in all things live as you believe. Your sword is part of you, an extension of yourself. Focus and harmony must be your creed. Nothing must distract you from the task set before you. Until your end, how ever it may come, you must live the code you have chosen to adapt as your way of life.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
They say the road to hell,
is paved with good intentions,
like the cherry tree split in two dimensions.
Here comes a rain storm,
so we'll see,
how that Great Man, begins to flee.
Uncle Sam says, I want you.
You want me to die,
in a battle of crude oil and some glue?
**** that **** I begin to cry,
all the while they begin to fly,
to the other side of the desert.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
The children speak to their families now,
Why mom, why dad?
Must I despise that towel head?
Yes dear, they softly speak,
they hit us first so now we freak,
the **** out, and glass em, til they speak.
No more.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
Freedom and democracy, Uncle Sam cries,
Don't let their tyrrany make you shy,
stand up for your right to live and lie.
Terrorists they call them,
Oh, that much is true. True, true,
So that gives us the right to prosecute.
Those that resist.
Are terrorists themselves, says the NDAA,
let's incarcerate them without a trial today,
off to GTMO, on you go.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
You can take that to the bank he says,
that ebony clad man, dressed to please,
denies himself and his liberty.
They are armed with nucular weapons,
that balding man spits,
and down we go into the pit.
Of Hell-fire and brimstone.
Is what they preach,
to the masses, let's wash their brains in bleach!
You like it that way, modern Bushido man.
You slave, you sheep, you ignorant twip.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Mistah Gates. He dead"
Time is an ouroboros and
the Earth a flat circle
Measure out your life
in insta pics
Let us go then, you and I,
through empty diamonds
and deserted play grounds.
Let us visit, if you will,
the battlefields ,
streets full of bodies
that decay in minutes.
In waiting rooms people come and go
and speak of tanks and Bushido
Eyes I dare not meet
Can see me with their headpiece
made of straw
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Forgotten, as we stare at our new ones.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
In the morning
Claudia woke to
Find her lover
Gone.
She want looking for him
Only to see Boris getting his head shaved
One of the monks said in broken English
That he live here
He look the part
They did not tough his piercings
Thank god
She thought but
“He is uniquely handsome with no hair” she thought to
Herself
When they got back to their appartment
He Boris told Claudia
That he wanted marry her
Before he started studying
To be a Lama.
He kissed her gently
And
While kissing Claudia
Ask what his name would
Be
Boris said after they got married
That his name will be Tashi Surya.
Claudia thought
That was gorgeous name
And kissed him.
So the former street urchin
Turn Lana was
Going to be her partner in life
As they made love
After she met with a local
To see were she could open up a school
For her to teach karate
Until the local said to teach
The monks
An idea that she did think of
She had to get the local
To translate for her
Since she couldn’t speak tibetan
When a deal was made
She saw that Boris aka Tashi
Was talking in tibetan with
His new friends.
She knew he spoke some Russian
But this was a surprise.
When they were alone
She asked him to teach
Her while they made love
Every night.
She learned better that way.
With in a few nights of love making
With practice conversation
She was flaunt.
Claudia during the day
Either practiced her karate
Or started sketching.
She was drawing people
And the other monks
One was beautiful
And loved using him as a model
She soon started talking to him
And felt unusual feelings
For the fellow.
She did not tell Boris about her crush
But he saw the pictures she drew
He felt no jealousy
Thinking that bushido
MAde her loyal to him.
He kissed her
And said that in a few days
They would be in wedded bliss
After they got married
Claudia and who was named Tashi
Still had gently passion only at night
He whispered that he will always be Boris
To her.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
from my new anti war book Eventful War
Nick Armbrister
Toy Box
To build an empire you need the right tools
And Imperial Japan had those in abundance
Armed to the teeth with skilled warriors willing to fight
Advanced warplanes like the Zero, Val and Kate
The best torpedoes in the world the Long Lance
The Bushido fighting spirit of never surrender
Outlawed explosive bullets won an empire
A wicked tool was the ‘Assault No 1’ standard military-issue ******
**** as a weapon of war with Comfort Women the prize
Fighting spirit blooded from 1931 until 1945
When the Divine Wind was unleashed
Ravenously fighting till the Imperial Empire fell
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
Prove me wrong
I need to know
If all along I've come to grow
Into my own Bushido code
Of conduct guiding me to show
How good intentions paved this road
With my abode's most humble tone
To build a hearth of stone for those
To melt their souls adorned in gold
And sleep in spirit's selfless home
Or just to fill this house alone
With all the seeds we humans sowed
As bombs explode and we foreclose
On bungalows and debts we've owed
To others' woes and sin atones
Colossusses of ancient Rhodes
The person that to be you chose
To roam this earth, renounce the thrones
For all this power shall erode
To nothing more than buried bones
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
Samurai writer
Bushido inspired
Katana withdrawn
Edge hardened by fire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC