"crackin" poems
There are ******* everywhere why does it matter?
******* and *****
Let's get it crackin'.
All the ******* where a mask.
It's only 12:30?!
I said salute...maybe in my head.
Water dosen't get bad.
I keep chewing on my teeth.
Did i hit your *****
Me and shang's soul mates, so it counts for years.
If i could do my ABC's backwards i would do it.
It dosen't matter if you were listening, you failed the test.
There is a roudolph in here!
It's a toilet paper holder.
I trust you sweetheart.
You can trust me i'm drunk.
I'll hold it with my toe.
The cop can **** my ****
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
Am Moses Makau Muthama a.k.a Triple M or M cubed bt simply known as KASHLINK!!! A Kamba by nature,born in Mombaxa around 1993,a saved christian wit God given gifts. I like socializin alot that guys mistake me 4 a 'player'!! Hobbies include: chilling wit pals,crackin jokes,watchin soaps n muviz,lstng 2 cool RnB's n Riddims,swimmin n playin soccer!! A die hard Man U fan indeed,skuld @ Bashir primo 07' n went 2 Kitondo Boys High xul 11' n did well thx 2 papa God! Currently @ JKUAT 15'. Am now lukn 4ward 2 leave a mark in the globe positively very xun! May da Lord bless de work of ma hands!!! Amen.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
I used to live in an oasis
It seemed all around me, was nothing but smoke
Well, as soon as winds picked up
It blew away the mirage and left me with a ghost
So I wandered deserts for a time
It was a pleasure to burn
Ya know, ships at a distance
Have every man’s wish on board
They say no one’s ever made it to her heart.
I say no one’s ever tried.
I swallowed sand and fever
I traversed the stones of old
Harpies sang their silver songs
But my lust it runs for gold
So I walked the withered path
And I paved a road of veracity
As I approached her garden’s gates
My chest pounded with audacity
They say no one’s ever made it to her heart
All who journey past here die
My heart pounds!
And it pounds!
Baby let me in!
I’ve got something, that you’re needin’
I can feel the iron crackin,
I can hear the metal move,
I can see the emeralds glisten,
And not a moment too soon!
They say no one’s ever made it to her heart.
I say no one else is me.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
i spur with emotions, drinkin lots potions feeelin nautious yet still hopin,to come out this truth i cant stomach like vommit.
sick with the love bites im scratchin, feeling whats left of my heart, a fraction, my souls is cracked in, sea beast that dwells deep like the crackin,
my actions seem to hold no bounds,snortin pounds,
i keep gettin chained up like kratos, getting chased by hell hounds,
go around my mind, youll see a fault, of my own,
cant stand myself **** ***** im all alone
im pintched tight between **** i dont like,
i choose to be!! only me myslef and I be
dealin with drama , thats takin heavy not lightly.
just a thougth i always ponder.. to creek and somber,
into a sleep were river flows deep like my mind,and conscious.
i fight daily, mind body nd soul, im lossin myself im no longer a whole, ima shell of what i used to be, fill me up with slug, thats all i wish well...that you can recite as my eulogy..
BY: Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
5/23/14
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Snort repticalc and mashed up altoid
Have fun with some friends in God’s portwine stained forehead wrinkle
Imaginary time and poison thumb I like
Natalie rips some Earth nuts from soil
Ripping out the toxins and crackin it open with your her teeth
Clapping laughing and crackin nuts and cookin crumbs in pressure cooker
Bad dreams in your frozen water bed
Damp in the ceiling drip and trickle onto papas
bald spots, plastic mickey mouse cup collecting
ceiling leakage
peanuts and marmite froze over lickin frost
***** wrist grunk trash youre rubbing frolicly on the placid table
I cant believe the glass aint clean
Looking not out a window
But a piece of glass reflecting the city behind me
And my band fall out of place
When the old man sneezes
I get pushed aside because the marching band needs me to move and
Im only so talented
dead Chihuahua smell coming from the basement
a parallel universe where there’s one extra atom
with lana del rey on repeat
and jesus was a comic book character too
knuckles breathing fight stance
contraposto counter position backwards and
upside down rubber band army march
a thin breathing kettle with 0 durability
and a plastic bent tight so it’s white, pink, spotted
palamino dress and champagne skin
the damp gets to me
again again again
fingerless gloves for fingerless tom
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
**** off on what you think
may or may not pass for poetry.
what is or what isn't poetry.
what is intended to be...
what isn't that was intended to be...
what is and was never intended to be...
I've written ******* YouTube comments
that drew my attention after having accumulated
enough attention to where I declared that there
should be a Poem here. Hell. They were easy enough
on the ears. It's all about aesthetics, right?
If people are going to like my ******* comments
because they make them chuckle or ponder their sanity,
who the hell am I to say they're not poems?
how many poets are out there who just don't know it?
the twitter-critters, the instagram-crackers crackin'
crack rocks in they black socks at a white sox game
yelling at the top of their lungs,
"Abreu ya filthy Jew, **** YOU!"
I digress...
*what a ******* mess*
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
Listen to stories as I spill
Cuz this something that's too **** real
Hard for you to dodge my lyrical collage
So step with me into this reality first
I woke up then I looked up
I see it's a l
Past quarter to nine
And woodys on
At twelve
But forget that verse cuz it was only the spirits in a thirst
Called up a few homies while I'm laying in the bed
Watchin' Wilma and Fred then a thought occured to my head
I told my boys we should go out
Maybe a stripper club or diner
But either way we need to roll out
So I got dressed made sure I was good looking
Check the mirror even it was shooken
Got a make move moving real fast ya see
Cuz I gotta my Posse to G -E -T
My Posse on MLK My Posse on MLK
My Posse On MLK
Now once I pulled up in the big black truck
Ya know the big Tahoe where I tie hoes? Get it
Naw I'm just clowning thinkin a groove so we can start soundin'
Off to beat our vocals meet
We acting real silly up goes the dilly
They playing throwback of Magoo and Timbaland on the track
Way back up jumps the boogie all in me
Now I'm amped with my Posse
We ready to get it crackin'
And no stoppin' us G
Like Reggie Miller on three top of key
Where we all love to meet
We check each other make sure we fresh
Cuz the girlies love to test the way we dress
So we now in the street bass bumpin' with the beat
Gotta admit I had to roll up a swisher sweet
Nothing to see here haters cuz we gettin ready to raid ya
My Posse on MLK My Posse on MLK
My Posse On MLK
As we make into the club I'm feeling real good
But I hate that songs scrubs
Girls stop fronting djs cutting
Got everybody in the club jumpin'
Mens is grinding on girls behinds and
And there me and posse in long line and
Next thing ya know they move us to the front row
VIP status man I'm feeling the baddest
Once we got on set
I told the dj to change the rec so I can show em
How cold me and posse gets
Once I touch the mic their was a long silence
Microphone screeching
But stop once the rhymes started preaching
Everybody nodding having a good time
Out comes the rhymes break em every time
Throwin' hards thrills so ya better chills
Or else my Posse going to rearrange ya grill
Now that ya in a trance with my music
That's makes ya dance
And all this time they had nothing to say
Cuz my Posse to Ill from MLK
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
weeding garden, beg your pardon
I ain't nappin, doin garden rappin
weeds are goin down to the sound
of the radio poundin,
careful so the fork don't go
straight into my big toe
got seeds to sow, watch them grow
add some rain and some sun
before the summer's done
eat them all one by one
then they'll be crackin, in nature's wrappin
but now refreshment's what is lackin
nettles stinging on my skin
time to go in, quit this thing
'cos it's energy sappin
and I gotta stop this stupid rappin
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC
Waistin' Time
Wake up in the morning,
try to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
all night long its been a-stormin',
lightning crackin' the skies,
listenin' to the radio,
waiting for the sun to shine,
listenin' for that blue bird song,
just waistin' my time
Old man in the moon,
wipe that smile from your face,
there hasn't been any harvest,
feel like I'm runnin' in place,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin' my time
Take my old suit to the cleaners,
remove the doubt from my day,
you know some people can be leaners,
but that just isn't my way,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin my time
Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time
Gomer LePoet...
check out the musical version of this poem at my music web site
http://www.muziboo.com/DavisLight/music/albums/dave-nelson-which-one
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
**** monkey matchin
No silverbackin plus
Cents crackin
Legin generatin genesin
Kept revelation runnin
War paint tattooin
Dropped nitpickin
Not speaking for all seeing
I's
So **** that ind
Short e pro sent
Ridin' those who drivin'
Securin Isisin icinism
Goin' sketch fhiminism
Not scared to fold my poker
Face ain't evin though these
eight balls(is) grabbin
Yea that much baggin
up cruel indifferent
No difference
Just hook line skankin
Splish splashin groupie
Numeration
Won't color gender but hawk skinned race De baitin'
Outlivin' the momentiun
Bendin those poets brigade in
Coded runaway genius claimin sistym
Bro rexin, t burnin'
Cause Im beatin up
Atom baby momma
Metapen sweepin'
Follow him
Or her or them
Just stay the **** away from
Mygenes aint cells splittin eyes crackin'
***** you know you can hear
Me writin'
No x marks the bar outletin
Find another plug
Or source I'm not chargin
Will en riched by those
Germans who made the mistake
Of breedin' while sleepin'
Ima a boss that don't speak
Keep readin'!
This is
Cobbsland. Stop countin
stars shining in daylight poppin
science whorin metaphorin
Alien abductin
Yea, they love them some black
Womins' shh its a secret (ethnics ethics)
Gullah grainin
Freed my *** so my mind is
No longer trainin ill rainin'
laggin' no cadillac, no car, in my
dents in my
Accents indentin
I'm not from africa muthaphucka
But i represent
Kin clickin against
Genesin.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Waistin' Time
Wake up in the morning,
try to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
all night long its been a-stormin',
lightning crackin' the skies,
listenin' to the radio,
waiting for the sun to shine,
listenin' for that blue bird song,
just waistin' my time
Old man in the moon,
wipe that smile from your face,
there hasn't been any harvest,
feel like I'm runnin' in place,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin' my time
Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time
Take my old suit to the cleaners,
remove the doubt from my day,
you know some people can be leaners,
but that just isn't my way,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin my time
Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time
Gomer LePoet...
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC
To fall in love.
To be kicked and tugged.
To picking up, and moving on.
To stepping forward.
To find courage, within this coward.
To letting go, of what's already gone.
To what's been said, and what's been done.
I take my hopes, and pack 'em.
Close the door, leave through the back an'
Don't turn round. We could see it crackin'.
To leave before it breaks,
Breaks my heart, but it feels like fate.
Tried to have faith, I made mistakes.
I guess that in the end, we took
What we could get, though there's
Still so many loose ends.
Looked for the closure,
I swear, felt it was getting closer.
Thought, we could make amends, make it better, make it to a better end.
I guess by now I've lost my friend.
Seems that now has turned to never.
So whatever. I tried my best.
I failed this test.
Shattered heart, I pick up the pieces.
Few more shards, and I'm back to being jus'
Who I am, who I'm at peace with.
I'd never be the same,
It won't be so seamless.
I look up, maybe one day I'll see
The one I need, my miracle seamstress.
For now, here I leave this.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
it’s just not the right time,
it’s just not meant to be,
face rough, half shaven,
a man cried quietly.
his voice was crackin’,
sad he was just getting by,
feet deep in the concrete,
complaining as to why.
I should have followed through,
the jobs just can’t keep up,
bills are flowing over,
the times are always rough,
he said his love had left,
he saw her never turn back,
it wounded his direction,
he had fallen off the track.
now he laughs with his friend,
it echoes through the hall,
conversations of escape,
peddlin' plans to leave it all.
and I sat maybe two seats from,
these friends and their words,
I listened to them contently,
they were singing like the birds.
and I hope that they find,
the mind to follow through,
to leave all that’s made,
to make you not like you.
all that’s made to frighten,
all that’s made to make you choose,
leave it all before you turn,
into one with cafe blues.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
Broken hearts and worried minds
In love; but frighted, all of the time of time
It sits and watches, seeing things happen
Always wonderin', thinkin', lookin', and crackin'
That worryful heart always thinking the worst
Cause its been ripped and torn, and never picked first
The things it has been through, the things it has seen
The people who've stabbed it, the ones who've been mean
It makes it hard to trust when someone offers help
Even though it lets out a cry and a yelp,
But that heart does get healed in time,
By friends, family, and temporary love that seems just fine
But then that heart gets hurt again
By that love, or that friend, so it asks, when?
When will it find someone so dear?
someone to hold is tight and near.
When will it see the pain go away?
To see the end of this unending fray.
To know what its like to worry no more.
To truly have love.... amor
That heart will worry, tense up, and sigh
But it will always keep quiet, watch, and try.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
on every corner
i've warned her
to stop fighting
i guess writing
is the answer
i want to stab my wrists
with the pain of carpal tunnel
feel the passion in my crackin knees, please
hurt me more so i can bleed the pain through +pain
and then i want to let it drain the page with pixels; they
used to say ink i think, but now that metaphor is dead. today's
youth, weave a thread through art, digitally; crack a new trail in the rift
without breaking **** shine a light with LCD. Gee—time isticking
and so is the wifi, my brain attune to it, the birds come near
and fly away. the sky is gray because i see it that way.
i know because when i ask you if it's blue
you say, "no, i see it grey too."
and then we fight about
who spelled it right.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
These, cats are cadavers,
I discard em like candy wrappers,
For tryna come at me backwards,
Everybodies got a dream and I'm saddened that most of em never happen,
I really, want success but you can't see it in my actions,
Im about to take some steps get off my *** and stop relaxing, bowl packing and bein stagnant,
Become a man, grow some nuts and get to crackin,
Its time to make something happen
Stop talking about the rappin and start being about the rapping,
I wanna embrace my destiny
Change the game wit my team next to me,
As long as I got the music pain will never get the best of me,
put myself inside the work until there's nothing physically left of me,
Spend money on my momma till there's nothing in the bank thats left for me,
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Leathers ladies and insanity
that's all that old fool needs
ride to hell and **** the smell
living by his own creed
Your brothers belly's are full of beer
their hearts are full of pride and power
flirting with death and crystal ****
and toking on that wild wood flower
but he ain't no different bro's
He justa whole lot further down the line
Just thought I'd call to let you know
He'll be coming in late tonight
Pool ***** are crackin
and the beer is guzzled down
a couple more lines of whatever that was
and he just gonna hang around
Don't know where he's going now
and frankly he don't care
some other dimly lit smoky bar
probably waitin for him there
but he ain't no different bro's
He justa whole lot further down the line
He said to call to let you know
He'd be comin in late tonight
A diesel rig kinda hard on the chrome
so ya lay that mother down
justa couple miles from home
but you're gone before ya hit the ground
Don't where you're goin now
but you can bet your bottom buck
all us earth bound bro's down here
We'll hoist a few and wish ya luck
but you ain't no different now
you're just a whole lot further down the line
I guess I'll call to let em know
You won't make it in tonight,
so tell the operator, reverse the charges
cause the call's on us tonight,
I gotta call to let em know
You won't make it in this time.
So leathers ladies and insanity
is all that old fool needs
ride to hell and **** the smell
he gonna live by his own creed
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Your Mount Olympus fortresses
Erode and then they crumble
When my Trojan horse of truth invokes
Unholy Roman rumble
From down under to the jungle
Made of concretes I be steppin'
For the Amazons I'm reppin'
Down to earth, I'm crackin' wise
To the starways I be trekkin'
With a metalcore aggression
Down a dead end street oppression
Up the chain
Of command
A Hindu caste ascension
I'm a lion-hearted man
Cub learnin' from Bageera
I don't fear ya'
cuz' I'll sheer ya'
Khan on some Tarzan drugs
Aheeeyaheeeyaa'n all the Clayton outta my lungs
With a wicked tongue
Venom fangs
Icy veins and monkey brains
Acid spittin' bigger bangs
Where the silver surfer hangs
You will find me chillin'
Like a villain
Drawin' blanks? Let me fill 'em
With the guts that I be spillin'
I be killin' your God willin'
Let me finish, you diminish
What your faith can not replenish
Are the energy resources
You relinquish to the menace
That the devil still endorses
This four horsemen rule enforces
An apocalyptic foot race
To the end of days
End of times
End of all the real divines
Locked inside the mind confines
Imprisoned by the color blinds
Open up and step outside
The system's crooked party lines
Left is wrong, wrong is right
But freedom's always black and white
So leave it, take it, you can't fake it
Higher powers? Easy bake it
Peace through war, you do not make it
Law and order? Fuckin' break it
Rock this world which'yo earthquake ****
Feel the supernova sun
Explode within as you become
The impetus of synthesis
The universe of life and death
Creator of the infinite
Dimensions in a single breath
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
don't do anything that she expects of me
The more I try, the less it happens/
I want her to be free , but she feels trapped in/
When I express myself
She thinks I'm just ****** yappin'/
She wants days full of lovin
and straight laughin /
No matter what it takes I ain't crackin/
This an opportunity I aint passing/
You feel like there's a lot
That i just ain't graspin/
Don't ever think I aint lastin/
Cuz I'll fight this battle to the death of me;
I'll be in a state of unrest,
Till my heart is pumpless.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
yo take a look at the spiritual crooks
i move like the rook got ya on a hook
fished up caked up
with mad knowledge
yall need to wake up
times is corrupt tryna abrupt
the system
with five thousand glocks
ya know we cant miss em
let the casket kissem
let the taker bury em
**** regular im premium
stack through voices like medium in ya cerabellum
crackin craniums
cuz im um the greatest to ever touch the mic
rhymes so tight even entice freak nights with thick ****
im down fr the fight
huey newton it til america *****
out the poison causin much ruckus and noises
cuz the media so annoying
**** the words ya print im hell sent
to put a dent to yall sentiment
I got coarse soft hair
Pick in my afro
Stocky built with a chrome pistol
Which goes to show
Im down with the ghetto
DOnt matter we **** chit chatter
We came to battle Armageddon
No more lettin'
Up times is set im wettin'
These muthafuckas like sauna
Even got some eses from Tijuana
Black as Madonna
WWatch out for the slick anaconda
Totes of bomb marijuana
To keep my thoughts open
To the universe
Exposes verses to choose from
Meditations circling around my brain
Like a ceiling fan another man
Look like me until i seen my reflection of me
Blurry visions hard for me to envision
Happiness when im surrounded
By evil ambitions
No body wants to realise real lies
They rather be hypnotize and baptize
By the media who i despise
Keep all eyes on the sparrow
Its the return of Black Pharoah
Back to the temple i go
Stand in the sun and let my skins cells glow once again
We mobbin in figures
Saga soon to begin
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
Yo I creep like thoughts lurkin' in the rear smells of juana smokin' crackin' open body potent gats stay totin' to tha river ya floatin'
Bloated and bruised Yosef don't loose cruise
Pass the deadly seas even Bermuda made way
Once I paved away with the AK it's Yosef doomsday to who say?
I ain't the illest my brains spills like phils split for the blunt mass appeal
I keep it real demon sigils raw and lethal keep eyes out scopin' like an eagle
Vulture tactics break antics who try to manage rap carnage bars lift heads like a gargage flow mirage
Rollin' with me triage me myself and I third eye never had a sty mix emcees get crossed in fire gun swerving like Irving
Heads n a basket there's goes a closed casket a black mask to fit I'm the toughest makin' puppets with no strings hoes swing on my dingaling my money clings crown with Saturn's rings other is siblings aint none touchin'this or rushin'this
Lyrically fit suckas takin' a risk against my magnificence underworld frisk
To enemies that ain't feelin' me get the JFK loss memory experience raisin' minds like a seance got no patience guns raining in cadence lock ya soul in abeyance
For livin' in defiance
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC