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"flowin" poems

The all seeing iris imperial city The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy Conspiracy theorist of eeriest verse The despotic hypnotic black flag bearin’ Hearst Still immersing myself in a poverty trap As I grapple with lack of fact check cashing crap Cryogenically frozen emotion vibes flowin’ From out my funk bunker boombox Overthrowin’ Your global dominion opinion with ease Shootin’ breezes with Tirailleurs Senegalese I’m the kid wicked picket sign paintin’ Tom Sawyer The ill eagle Taino privilege enjoyer Still swoopin’ in mean on each **** I make clean Pick the bones dry of serpentine oil green dreams Then I bury what’s left of your money machines With the pharaohs of old’s latest pyramid schemes

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC

michael-marchese

Horus the Youth

The all seeing iris imperial city The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy Conspiracy theorist of eeriest verse The despotic hypnotic black flag bearin’ Hearst Still immersing myself in a poverty trap As I grapple with lack of fact check cashing crap Cryogenically frozen emotion vibes flowin’ From out my funk bunker boombox Overthrowin’ Your global dominion opinion with ease Shootin’ breezes with Tirailleurs Senegalese I’m the kid wicked picket sign paintin’ Tom Sawyer The ill eagle Taino privilege enjoyer Still swoopin’ in mean on each **** I make clean Pick the bones dry of serpentine oil green dreams Then I bury what’s left of your money machines With the pharaohs of old’s latest pyramid schemes

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picky teaser lota pizza flamingo burnin' gerhkin wordin' processing pro gramme lots a purple tan tanging tongue tear stupid deer croissant croissant croissant (are you here?) rich and faming silly daydream little cupid castle cooped chicken kickin' malicious software (are we there?) yet cooky suki mikky mopy skiing slopy tear out control shout doubt pout trouble double choc tim tam ginge sortafairy tail of a bat rat smack (should we pack?) and CRACK goes ankle blowing soccer flowin' talk tak no silly silly silly all these years (should I be crying these tears?) hello again a pen? why thanks some lunch punch crunch an ankle swollen ready all flail fall (?)

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May 22, 2013

May 22, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC

not being sarcastic not

picky teaser lota pizza flamingo burnin' gerhkin wordin' processing pro gramme lots a purple tan tanging tongue tear stupid deer croissant croissant croissant (are you here?) rich and faming silly daydream little cupid castle cooped chicken kickin' malicious software (are we there?) yet cooky suki mikky mopy skiing slopy tear out control shout doubt pout trouble double choc tim tam ginge sortafairy tail of a bat rat smack (should we pack?) and CRACK goes ankle blowing soccer flowin' talk tak no silly silly silly all these years (should I be crying these tears?) hello again a pen? why thanks some lunch punch crunch an ankle swollen ready all flail fall (?)

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but it was only the old man sitting there on the dock his weathered smile and dancing eyes when he spoke it was a rough sound like cadence of seafarers raising sail in the long rays of summer eve setting sun off the ancient shores celebrated in song he spun me a tale of uncharted lands and beautiful maidens in tropical forests wild nights in some forgotten port *** and the dancehall glow in memory they are the stories shared on the long voyage they are the smile in this old mans memories the scent of salt and the rhythm of the waves breaking on the shore surround as he weaves his story with the years flowin like the waves neath the prow tacking east to a rising sun it seems like a living breathing dream as alive as the sea herself as alive as the sparkling beauty in the memories of an old man weaving his tale by the seaside

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Jan 7, 2014

Jan 7, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

but it was only the old man sitting there on the dock his weathered smile and dancing eyes when he spoke it was a rough sound like cadence of seafarers raising sail in the long rays of summer eve setting sun off the ancient shores celebrated in song he spun me a tale of uncharted lands and beautiful maidens in tropical forests wild nights in some forgotten port *** and the dancehall glow in memory they are the stories shared on the long voyage they are the smile in this old mans memories the scent of salt and the rhythm of the waves breaking on the shore surround as he weaves his story with the years flowin like the waves neath the prow tacking east to a rising sun it seems like a living breathing dream as alive as the sea herself as alive as the sparkling beauty in the memories of an old man weaving his tale by the seaside

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I'm Outstanding in a field While out standing in a field ....with these teachers C̵͍̞̓̄r̸̛͖̣͙̋̀ë̵̝͔́ä̶͎͕͉̈́t̶̢̠̍ͅǔ̵̹̠̖̊͠r̴̜̙̗̊̀e̷̡̢̜̕s̵͖͚̒̿ and prophets You'd think its an easy hike, but its more seagoing I see, means my ego pre-going: Just Color coding as another motif to talk with No Shovel loading this buffer coating some mock spit Of Sirrus winds and summer loving... Was it other living or utter loathing? No component, Native I'm Buffaloing Icarus took the fire and I took the flowin We've got the water ̶̧̧̼̖͙͔̹̻͕͖̠̤̓͊̆͋̐̓͂̄̊̚̕͠r̵͍͔̮͒̿̎́̊̈́͝ ũ̸͖͇̟̯̅̌̈́̕͠ n̵̲̤̙̜̑̑̽͑ n̵̡̺̪͎̯̫͐́̉͜͜ ì̷̺͍̹́̓̈́ ṉ̸̣̪͓̗̤́̈̊̈́̀ g̵͓̲̺̙̘̤̞̦̺̥̓͋̈̇͌̈́̃́͂̍͝ Is it fear or love? Got the mother-loving is it dear or turtle-dove? Talking in terms of inhaling foxglove Stuck in the mud asking: What's the size of.... What are we in the Light of? Still: Growing like a d̶̰̊̿̈́̓̿̿̑̈́͆̈̅̕a̵̻̤̒̅͛̿̀̎͘i̷͎̜̰̯͆̏̚s̵̡̢̼̺̬̬̖͚̦͍̠͑̀̀̃̀͌́͛̈́̌͝ȳ̴̞͖͓̝̥̭̥̖̑͋̔̎̀͗͘ ̸̢̪͍̠͕̩̥̒̍̓͋̈̐͊̂̎̓͝ ̵̡͇̳̦̦̥̰̝̐͐͌̐̓͐̈̏̀͘̕ ̶̡̨̟̼̺̺̝͇̍̀̓̓̏͌́͗̓̂͆͠ Growing like my Day Be more than Dimebag lately Growling like I'm Day Z̶̯̲̹̠̙̊̏́͗̿̎̅͗͐̿̃ Standing tall // Just Massing Nation Is it all in my Imagination? Fountain passion Claim free Mountain Fashioned hazily Passion Painting with Green Sea Ripples passing freely through the sword I be puffin on a horn like G̶̹͎̓̄̃͛͂͐͐a̵̻͕͔̯̹̿̕͝b̶̧̛͔̙͙̰̭̯̥̩̉̅̅̿̂̃r̴̝̞͎͂͗̈ĭ̴̘̈́̄̽̃͂̑́̈́͘͠ȩ̷̞̹̮̃̑̌͛̂́̀͝ḷ̶̢̡̭̫͉̬͇̀͜ ̸͚̳̘̜̫̱͖͂̇̓̈́̂̽͂̀̒ (Pfu du duu do duuuu) Tougher than.... ~imagining_ All the rougher when we matching wings Most people here ~just gather things_ Always stuffing torn like here we go: (̷̛̰̼͕̰͊̂͆̿̅̀͝F̴̧̛͎͎̹͕̬͔͉̃͆̄̎͛̈͋͆̓̇͝ͅū̸̪͎̦̻͕̼͉̼͇̤̄̀̏̓̅͗͌ ̸̧͚̝̟͎̺̝̱͉̓͝ḑ̷̧̰̞̪̥͊̈̑̑̔͋͐͜͝͝ų̵̢̮̙͙̭̫̤̤̖̽̄̈́̀͒̅̀̕͜͝͠ ̷̨̨̥̩̘̱̘̓̉̈̈͌̃͊́̾̚͘d̷̺͛͂̏͑̂͛̊͛͘͝u̷̧͉̹̟͎͉̎̓̎̌ú̵̢̪̺̱̥͆̅́̄̈́̈̚͝ ̷̨̝̥̫̣̻͚̍̍͊͛͌̃͌̀̆̃̚͜͠ḑ̵̡̛͚͚̩͓̼̲͇̮͑̃̅͗̿̓͐͝ͅõ̵̢̰͎̹̥̫̺͍̎́͌̓ ̵͚̺̼͇͔̻̫͇̤̆̔͛͐͆̀̚͝ḑ̴̻̪̉̍͌̽̿̚̚̚ͅư̶̛̘͔̹̰̈́͒͑̍͐̎̈̈́̒͜û̶̬̮̙͍̺̬̯̻͚̺͌̂̌ͅu̴̞̫͓̭̮̽̽͌̊̄̃̔̎̃͘͠͠ŭ̷͎̎̉̆̈́̚͠)̷͖͔͔̤̗̋͛͜ Come and tumble Hear how can it sing... All the colors, Smatterings Can't muck with my energy Mastered the art of astral projection Grinding rice with mortar and pestle Just to Vortex the best view Motor no next to you Torn from the best of true R̶̯̞͕̭͠͝e̴̳̗̍͒ͅä̷͎̬́̀̋̂̕l̴̼͇̗̈́̿̈ỉ̶̙͔̤̓t̵̩͚͎̥͕͓̍̏̌̉ẏ̸̫͌ worn for the rest of you. Rolling free with no potent fees Taking liberties with the energies Got the water ̶̧̧̼̖͙͔̹̻͕͖̠̤̓͊̆͋̐̓͂̄̊̚̕͠r̵͍͔̮͒̿̎́̊̈́͝R ũ̸͖͇̟̯̅̌̈́̕͠ Un̵̲̤̙̜̑̑̽͑ Nn̵̡̺̪͎̯̫͐́̉͜͜ Nì̷̺͍̹́̓̈́ Nṉ̸̣̪͓̗̤́̈̊̈́̀Gg̵͓̲̺̙̘̤̞̦̺̥̓͋̈̇͌̈́̃́͂̍͝ Is it fear or love? Got the mother-loving is it dear or dote? More like do or don't. Floating on the shore like: Heeere we go. Blowing on a horn with Gabriel : (̴̨̳̙͕̲̤̮͕̖̅͐̄̍͒́̎̋̌̈́̾͑̆͑̊̿̃̓͛̓̒͘͜͝F̴̧̢̨̹͎̖̼̝͚̤̥̖̰̭͕̳̖̩̘̜̝̩̟̠̩̝̘̰͎̜̮͖̓̏̾̔̉͗̈́̕͝ͅͅ ȗ̶̡̳͕̘̲̜̳͖͉͇̮̟̪̬̜̜̩̥̻̝̭͓̥̍̍͂̈͆̉͗̎̈́͗̓́̑͊̋́͗̿͐̍̏̋̓̓͊̿̚͠ ̷̢̧̹͙̫̜̝̲͖̹̪͓̲̫̟̹͎̖̦̝̳̙͎͍͍̱̳̼̗͎̻͖̰̘̻͈̲͌̏̐̽̀̉̇̒͗́͑́͑͐̈͌̿͐̍̒̒̌̀̈͑̃̅͋̌͛͂̔́̀̍́̎̅̚̚͘͝ͅͅḑ̶̧̢͇͎͖̝̠͈͍̫̰̝̯͔͉̝͓͚̭͖̻͓̗̬̺̞̖͈̜͍̹̜̺̩͈̃̎̀̂͂́̀͂̄̐̍̆̈́́̈́̈̏̈́̉̿͒͋̈́̓̾̍̆̍̈͊͂̐̒̀̚͜͝͝͝͝ û̷͚̻̟̰͈̒̊͒̀̿̾͋̒͌̊̾̇̉́͆̅͒̈́̈̾̓̑͗̃̈́̓̄̀́́̽͗͘̚̕͘͝ ̵̡̢̢̡̢̘͍͉͕̠̮̤̗̻͈̯͙̲̳͎̪̹̗͓͈̟͕͇̃͒̋͒͒̉͊̎̂̽̋͋̈̀͊̅̔̒͐̋́͐̏͑͋͌͛̇͛̓̄̄̍͐ͅd̸͔͕̞̪̝̖̩͂̂̎̀͐͒̿͘ư̶̡̩͙͇̥͈͔̮̟͕̺͙̈̅̽̍̒͌͛͑͋̉̿̎̂̿́̈́̊͗̄̔̎̏̑̂̔̊̈́̕͝ͅ ư̸̧̡̼͈̲̰͓̹̗̩͓͙̹̯̹͊͐̒̾̆́̍̒̓͑̍̈́͆̉̀͘ ̷̢̧̺̩͕̟̙̳̜̩̗͔̻͕͈̥͈͖̩͇͈̠͉̩̈́̃̌̈́͌̇͂̓̐̇̍̏́̋̔͂̈́́̒̽́̓̓̚͜͜͝͠͝ d̷͔̮͓͖̉ ờ̷̧̨̡̛̛͓̗͉̪͖̼̜̬̜̦͎̻̙̖̣̠͈̳͊́̈́͊͋͊̉̈͒̔̐̄̌̎̀̈́̊̋̉̏̒̑͗͋̓̔̉̓̋͒̇͘͘͝͝͠͠ͅ ̷̳̦͙͙̤̺̜̥̖̬̮̰͈̣̗̙̮̬̈́̈́̾̂͆̓̈́ͅͅ d̵̛̳͈̗̋͊̓̒̅̿́͗́̒̂̈́̌͋̄̀́̌̄̈́͛͋̊̎̈́̓̉̕͠͝͝͠͝͠ư̵̘͚͔̫̮̭̖̱̞͔̦̩̹̱̺̺̝̬͖̜̼̬̮͎͚̪̼̯̫̳̜̙͓̥͎̳̥̻̾͆̄̋̅̂̃͒͛̿̐͒̿̊̌̓̈̅̃̒̈̈́̎̿̓̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͝ ư̴̡̧̢̧̦̭͍̮̜͓̫̪͇̖̤͙̻̮͉̭̯̙̞̥̗̱̩̞̞̼̟̱̟̦͚̼̲̼͚͈̈́͆̏͆̌̉̀͛͆͐͛̇̇̍̓̔̄͂͌̿̒̄́̌̕̚̕̕̕͝͝ ų̵̧̛͉̺̜͎̜̩͖̲̟͔̬̦̤̖͎̫͔͖̮͕̗̼͙̫̼̭̦͕̫͖͉̆͐̾̑͂͋͂̎̊͗̈́̂̕͘͜͝ͅͅ ư̶̛͙̠͆̓̃̀̍̄̔̄̇͗̀́̐́̌͂̋̑̏̄̑̕͠͠͝͝͝)̵̨̡̧̛̛̙͚̪̬̤͕̥̳̥̱̞̺͎̫̩͌́̈́̑̂̌̈͐͐͊̈́̇͐̍͒̓̓̀͐̃̆͐̓̍̀̐̃͑̕̕̕̕͝͝

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Oct 27, 2021

Oct 27, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC

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I'm Outstanding in a field While out standing in a field ....with these teachers C̵͍̞̓̄r̸̛͖̣͙̋̀ë̵̝͔́ä̶͎͕͉̈́t̶̢̠̍ͅǔ̵̹̠̖̊͠r̴̜̙̗̊̀e̷̡̢̜̕s̵͖͚̒̿ and prophets You'd think its an easy hike, but its more seagoing I see, means my ego pre-going: Just Color coding as another motif to talk with No Shovel loading this buffer coating some mock spit Of Sirrus winds and summer loving... Was it other living or utter loathing? No component, Native I'm Buffaloing Icarus took the fire and I took the flowin We've got the water ̶̧̧̼̖͙͔̹̻͕͖̠̤̓͊̆͋̐̓͂̄̊̚̕͠r̵͍͔̮͒̿̎́̊̈́͝ ũ̸͖͇̟̯̅̌̈́̕͠ n̵̲̤̙̜̑̑̽͑ n̵̡̺̪͎̯̫͐́̉͜͜ ì̷̺͍̹́̓̈́ ṉ̸̣̪͓̗̤́̈̊̈́̀ g̵͓̲̺̙̘̤̞̦̺̥̓͋̈̇͌̈́̃́͂̍͝ Is it fear or love? Got the mother-loving is it dear or turtle-dove? Talking in terms of inhaling foxglove Stuck in the mud asking: What's the size of.... What are we in the Light of? Still: Growing like a d̶̰̊̿̈́̓̿̿̑̈́͆̈̅̕a̵̻̤̒̅͛̿̀̎͘i̷͎̜̰̯͆̏̚s̵̡̢̼̺̬̬̖͚̦͍̠͑̀̀̃̀͌́͛̈́̌͝ȳ̴̞͖͓̝̥̭̥̖̑͋̔̎̀͗͘ ̸̢̪͍̠͕̩̥̒̍̓͋̈̐͊̂̎̓͝ ̵̡͇̳̦̦̥̰̝̐͐͌̐̓͐̈̏̀͘̕ ̶̡̨̟̼̺̺̝͇̍̀̓̓̏͌́͗̓̂͆͠ Growing like my Day Be more than Dimebag lately Growling like I'm Day Z̶̯̲̹̠̙̊̏́͗̿̎̅͗͐̿̃ Standing tall // Just Massing Nation Is it all in my Imagination? Fountain passion Claim free Mountain Fashioned hazily Passion Painting with Green Sea Ripples passing freely through the sword I be puffin on a horn like G̶̹͎̓̄̃͛͂͐͐a̵̻͕͔̯̹̿̕͝b̶̧̛͔̙͙̰̭̯̥̩̉̅̅̿̂̃r̴̝̞͎͂͗̈ĭ̴̘̈́̄̽̃͂̑́̈́͘͠ȩ̷̞̹̮̃̑̌͛̂́̀͝ḷ̶̢̡̭̫͉̬͇̀͜ ̸͚̳̘̜̫̱͖͂̇̓̈́̂̽͂̀̒ (Pfu du duu do duuuu) Tougher than.... ~imagining_ All the rougher when we matching wings Most people here ~just gather things_ Always stuffing torn like here we go: (̷̛̰̼͕̰͊̂͆̿̅̀͝F̴̧̛͎͎̹͕̬͔͉̃͆̄̎͛̈͋͆̓̇͝ͅū̸̪͎̦̻͕̼͉̼͇̤̄̀̏̓̅͗͌ ̸̧͚̝̟͎̺̝̱͉̓͝ḑ̷̧̰̞̪̥͊̈̑̑̔͋͐͜͝͝ų̵̢̮̙͙̭̫̤̤̖̽̄̈́̀͒̅̀̕͜͝͠ ̷̨̨̥̩̘̱̘̓̉̈̈͌̃͊́̾̚͘d̷̺͛͂̏͑̂͛̊͛͘͝u̷̧͉̹̟͎͉̎̓̎̌ú̵̢̪̺̱̥͆̅́̄̈́̈̚͝ ̷̨̝̥̫̣̻͚̍̍͊͛͌̃͌̀̆̃̚͜͠ḑ̵̡̛͚͚̩͓̼̲͇̮͑̃̅͗̿̓͐͝ͅõ̵̢̰͎̹̥̫̺͍̎́͌̓ ̵͚̺̼͇͔̻̫͇̤̆̔͛͐͆̀̚͝ḑ̴̻̪̉̍͌̽̿̚̚̚ͅư̶̛̘͔̹̰̈́͒͑̍͐̎̈̈́̒͜û̶̬̮̙͍̺̬̯̻͚̺͌̂̌ͅu̴̞̫͓̭̮̽̽͌̊̄̃̔̎̃͘͠͠ŭ̷͎̎̉̆̈́̚͠)̷͖͔͔̤̗̋͛͜ Come and tumble Hear how can it sing... All the colors, Smatterings Can't muck with my energy Mastered the art of astral projection Grinding rice with mortar and pestle Just to Vortex the best view Motor no next to you Torn from the best of true R̶̯̞͕̭͠͝e̴̳̗̍͒ͅä̷͎̬́̀̋̂̕l̴̼͇̗̈́̿̈ỉ̶̙͔̤̓t̵̩͚͎̥͕͓̍̏̌̉ẏ̸̫͌ worn for the rest of you. Rolling free with no potent fees Taking liberties with the energies Got the water ̶̧̧̼̖͙͔̹̻͕͖̠̤̓͊̆͋̐̓͂̄̊̚̕͠r̵͍͔̮͒̿̎́̊̈́͝R ũ̸͖͇̟̯̅̌̈́̕͠ Un̵̲̤̙̜̑̑̽͑ Nn̵̡̺̪͎̯̫͐́̉͜͜ Nì̷̺͍̹́̓̈́ Nṉ̸̣̪͓̗̤́̈̊̈́̀Gg̵͓̲̺̙̘̤̞̦̺̥̓͋̈̇͌̈́̃́͂̍͝ Is it fear or love? Got the mother-loving is it dear or dote? More like do or don't. Floating on the shore like: Heeere we go. Blowing on a horn with Gabriel : (̴̨̳̙͕̲̤̮͕̖̅͐̄̍͒́̎̋̌̈́̾͑̆͑̊̿̃̓͛̓̒͘͜͝F̴̧̢̨̹͎̖̼̝͚̤̥̖̰̭͕̳̖̩̘̜̝̩̟̠̩̝̘̰͎̜̮͖̓̏̾̔̉͗̈́̕͝ͅͅ ȗ̶̡̳͕̘̲̜̳͖͉͇̮̟̪̬̜̜̩̥̻̝̭͓̥̍̍͂̈͆̉͗̎̈́͗̓́̑͊̋́͗̿͐̍̏̋̓̓͊̿̚͠ ̷̢̧̹͙̫̜̝̲͖̹̪͓̲̫̟̹͎̖̦̝̳̙͎͍͍̱̳̼̗͎̻͖̰̘̻͈̲͌̏̐̽̀̉̇̒͗́͑́͑͐̈͌̿͐̍̒̒̌̀̈͑̃̅͋̌͛͂̔́̀̍́̎̅̚̚͘͝ͅͅḑ̶̧̢͇͎͖̝̠͈͍̫̰̝̯͔͉̝͓͚̭͖̻͓̗̬̺̞̖͈̜͍̹̜̺̩͈̃̎̀̂͂́̀͂̄̐̍̆̈́́̈́̈̏̈́̉̿͒͋̈́̓̾̍̆̍̈͊͂̐̒̀̚͜͝͝͝͝ û̷͚̻̟̰͈̒̊͒̀̿̾͋̒͌̊̾̇̉́͆̅͒̈́̈̾̓̑͗̃̈́̓̄̀́́̽͗͘̚̕͘͝ ̵̡̢̢̡̢̘͍͉͕̠̮̤̗̻͈̯͙̲̳͎̪̹̗͓͈̟͕͇̃͒̋͒͒̉͊̎̂̽̋͋̈̀͊̅̔̒͐̋́͐̏͑͋͌͛̇͛̓̄̄̍͐ͅd̸͔͕̞̪̝̖̩͂̂̎̀͐͒̿͘ư̶̡̩͙͇̥͈͔̮̟͕̺͙̈̅̽̍̒͌͛͑͋̉̿̎̂̿́̈́̊͗̄̔̎̏̑̂̔̊̈́̕͝ͅ ư̸̧̡̼͈̲̰͓̹̗̩͓͙̹̯̹͊͐̒̾̆́̍̒̓͑̍̈́͆̉̀͘ ̷̢̧̺̩͕̟̙̳̜̩̗͔̻͕͈̥͈͖̩͇͈̠͉̩̈́̃̌̈́͌̇͂̓̐̇̍̏́̋̔͂̈́́̒̽́̓̓̚͜͜͝͠͝ d̷͔̮͓͖̉ ờ̷̧̨̡̛̛͓̗͉̪͖̼̜̬̜̦͎̻̙̖̣̠͈̳͊́̈́͊͋͊̉̈͒̔̐̄̌̎̀̈́̊̋̉̏̒̑͗͋̓̔̉̓̋͒̇͘͘͝͝͠͠ͅ ̷̳̦͙͙̤̺̜̥̖̬̮̰͈̣̗̙̮̬̈́̈́̾̂͆̓̈́ͅͅ d̵̛̳͈̗̋͊̓̒̅̿́͗́̒̂̈́̌͋̄̀́̌̄̈́͛͋̊̎̈́̓̉̕͠͝͝͠͝͠ư̵̘͚͔̫̮̭̖̱̞͔̦̩̹̱̺̺̝̬͖̜̼̬̮͎͚̪̼̯̫̳̜̙͓̥͎̳̥̻̾͆̄̋̅̂̃͒͛̿̐͒̿̊̌̓̈̅̃̒̈̈́̎̿̓̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͝ ư̴̡̧̢̧̦̭͍̮̜͓̫̪͇̖̤͙̻̮͉̭̯̙̞̥̗̱̩̞̞̼̟̱̟̦͚̼̲̼͚͈̈́͆̏͆̌̉̀͛͆͐͛̇̇̍̓̔̄͂͌̿̒̄́̌̕̚̕̕̕͝͝ ų̵̧̛͉̺̜͎̜̩͖̲̟͔̬̦̤̖͎̫͔͖̮͕̗̼͙̫̼̭̦͕̫͖͉̆͐̾̑͂͋͂̎̊͗̈́̂̕͘͜͝ͅͅ ư̶̛͙̠͆̓̃̀̍̄̔̄̇͗̀́̐́̌͂̋̑̏̄̑̕͠͠͝͝͝)̵̨̡̧̛̛̙͚̪̬̤͕̥̳̥̱̞̺͎̫̩͌́̈́̑̂̌̈͐͐͊̈́̇͐̍͒̓̓̀͐̃̆͐̓̍̀̐̃͑̕̕̕̕͝͝

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Bewitched in the bass Too much tail ta chase Say he like tha way i slurp, no straw Just Raw, Joint-click-lighter-flick herb's tha word mums out for the night slammin her beau just like the dough to my room, pop a shroom in Cancún **** the doom of that mother ****** test. due in a few This ***** slew molly be on me Pop an ollie flip the switch bae lets ditch this day and **** like its flowin poetry SLAM thighs thunder for dat lightning **** Crocs... Imma bring that **** back. We've seized this moment by storm Now Lets tear the walls down Rage Pillage Prosper Party This land is our land Now let your freedom flag fly Lets get higher than the sky And cry cuz nothing tastes like forever Baby's powder makes the urking voice louder to DO SOMETHING instead of this hollow nothing I stuff with stories and dress in Lubriderm Cuz that ***** soft, baked this cake ain't delicious

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC

A Piece of Cake

Bewitched in the bass Too much tail ta chase Say he like tha way i slurp, no straw Just Raw, Joint-click-lighter-flick herb's tha word mums out for the night slammin her beau just like the dough to my room, pop a shroom in Cancún **** the doom of that mother ****** test. due in a few This ***** slew molly be on me Pop an ollie flip the switch bae lets ditch this day and **** like its flowin poetry SLAM thighs thunder for dat lightning **** Crocs... Imma bring that **** back. We've seized this moment by storm Now Lets tear the walls down Rage Pillage Prosper Party This land is our land Now let your freedom flag fly Lets get higher than the sky And cry cuz nothing tastes like forever Baby's powder makes the urking voice louder to DO SOMETHING instead of this hollow nothing I stuff with stories and dress in Lubriderm Cuz that ***** soft, baked this cake ain't delicious

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So, our hero of tha day waz DJ Herc He b driven’ lil Mizz Dazze ‘round, in a pimped out Merc Queensbridge waz tha birthplace of Hip-Hop Red alert, it just won’t stop It will hurt uz a bit No more than a **** wid a hit Wee all thank Merc 4 puttin’ on dat show Smokin’ sum **** n angel dust, wid sum real blow A bro named, Coke LA Rock, waz also a financier friend of mine Handin’ out goodies 2 tha children in-line, all tha time Nickel bag half n ounce, quarter pound pow, now wee poppin’ Az long az tha music izn’t stoppin’ and tha rocks r still droppin’ If champagne waz still a flowin’, then tha freaks wood b steppin’ in line Hotel, Motel, u don’t tell, wee don’t tell, one-time root 9 There’s notta man dat can’t b thrown, a horse dat can’t b rode A bull dat can’t b stopped, a disco dat can’t b rocked, can u decode Were u @ dat famous house party, thee dope Spinnin’ tha holy crates of hip-hop, wee hope A1 B-boy from every known neighborhood, wid a scent From JC, Tony D’, Sweet n Sour, 2 super DJ ‘Fcukin’ Clark Kent Sellin’ nickel bags of cannabis, 2 miss layD hoes to mi crew Made mi coin roll into notes, helping outta few dat I knew Hip-Hop waz made 4 peace, love, unity n fun Still b countin’ mi riches, retired n still layin’ in tha hot sun

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC

Peace, Love, Unity n Fun

So, our hero of tha day waz DJ Herc He b driven’ lil Mizz Dazze ‘round, in a pimped out Merc Queensbridge waz tha birthplace of Hip-Hop Red alert, it just won’t stop It will hurt uz a bit No more than a **** wid a hit Wee all thank Merc 4 puttin’ on dat show Smokin’ sum **** n angel dust, wid sum real blow A bro named, Coke LA Rock, waz also a financier friend of mine Handin’ out goodies 2 tha children in-line, all tha time Nickel bag half n ounce, quarter pound pow, now wee poppin’ Az long az tha music izn’t stoppin’ and tha rocks r still droppin’ If champagne waz still a flowin’, then tha freaks wood b steppin’ in line Hotel, Motel, u don’t tell, wee don’t tell, one-time root 9 There’s notta man dat can’t b thrown, a horse dat can’t b rode A bull dat can’t b stopped, a disco dat can’t b rocked, can u decode Were u @ dat famous house party, thee dope Spinnin’ tha holy crates of hip-hop, wee hope A1 B-boy from every known neighborhood, wid a scent From JC, Tony D’, Sweet n Sour, 2 super DJ ‘Fcukin’ Clark Kent Sellin’ nickel bags of cannabis, 2 miss layD hoes to mi crew Made mi coin roll into notes, helping outta few dat I knew Hip-Hop waz made 4 peace, love, unity n fun Still b countin’ mi riches, retired n still layin’ in tha hot sun

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back in the days, tales from lauderdale... yakuzzi gang from oakland park, 308 nightly waves flowin' thru brain channels the traitor of my memories will judge me no other day, 38ers, toni der assi, stoogie two existences, eager brothers at arms shake em the shake, rip and run, zippas platin zippos, trip-apache, brave bear the tents of the past remain as debris as long as doom's grace feeds us lust struggle on, lights out, turn me on, baby shivering is the silver sun at dusk here and gangsta poets speedin' thru alleys fat **** frank oversees all oceans, inc. friends at the thames, partners in crime the green shining, ultra fresh scent, yeah bodegas are useful for distribution nevah, tho', enter these places at night brooklyn heights, floor 64, 65 & 66 locked merciless fred, sumptuous leather jacket cuban necklace jeezy boostah, spiderman dead blueline pitbulls, ****** cages, rageful is the age of ours, my friends sunday's dawn opposes my design in the corner of my room, hidden

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Jun 10, 2021

Jun 10, 2021 at 7:57 PM UTC

back in the days, tales from lauderdale... yakuzzi gang from oakland park, 308 nightly waves flowin' thru brain channels the traitor of my memories will judge me no other day, 38ers, toni der assi, stoogie two existences, eager brothers at arms shake em the shake, rip and run, zippas platin zippos, trip-apache, brave bear the tents of the past remain as debris as long as doom's grace feeds us lust struggle on, lights out, turn me on, baby shivering is the silver sun at dusk here and gangsta poets speedin' thru alleys fat **** frank oversees all oceans, inc. friends at the thames, partners in crime the green shining, ultra fresh scent, yeah bodegas are useful for distribution nevah, tho', enter these places at night brooklyn heights, floor 64, 65 & 66 locked merciless fred, sumptuous leather jacket cuban necklace jeezy boostah, spiderman dead blueline pitbulls, ****** cages, rageful is the age of ours, my friends sunday's dawn opposes my design in the corner of my room, hidden

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I wiped em' off, still they keep flowin'. My white pillow is almost soakin', need a remedy to this pain. Don't know why but crying feels good. Letting your anger out. Shedding off your ego, Introspecting, I guess these tears are the holly water, Which is gonna purify my soul.

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Mar 5, 2019

Mar 5, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC

I wiped em' off, still they keep flowin'. My white pillow is almost soakin', need a remedy to this pain. Don't know why but crying feels good. Letting your anger out. Shedding off your ego, Introspecting, I guess these tears are the holly water, Which is gonna purify my soul.

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Lyrical— like poetry in motion. Rhythmic— like the motion of the ocean. Fluid like a breeze passin with great ease, Movin through the branches Dancin through the leaves. Flowin like my mind, Going over time, puffin on some trees, Like truth I’m bout to find. Stayin on my grind. Leavin fear behind. Blastin through the cosmos like my stars are all aligned. Quantum physics redefined, The beauty of being kind. Travel thru dimensions, A universal mastermind. This illusory time alluding to retain us- Yet the conscious mind refuses to contain us. Recondition of the masses, Before time comes to pass us. before it’s all too late Start movement to change Let’s wake each other up Let’s take control over our fate. Again and again, Love it till it’s over, live it till it’s fin. A reflection of your life spent, a vessel that you’ve been lent, so go forth with intent. Gratitude for all worth Know you are important Every breath, and all birth. Your light that resides true In the poetry inside you. The vibration stays fluid, Like the love that is intuit. You’re a medium— a conduit. Yeah, now you’re catchin onto it. High frequency—- Waves of love True vibrancy, Bonds—- you are free of. Faith in self, No need for vaunt, lovin what you have not havin what you want. Give it all you got till you got nothin left, Then take the deepest breath And give it once again.

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC

michelle-e-alba

Poetry in Motion

Lyrical— like poetry in motion. Rhythmic— like the motion of the ocean. Fluid like a breeze passin with great ease, Movin through the branches Dancin through the leaves. Flowin like my mind, Going over time, puffin on some trees, Like truth I’m bout to find. Stayin on my grind. Leavin fear behind. Blastin through the cosmos like my stars are all aligned. Quantum physics redefined, The beauty of being kind. Travel thru dimensions, A universal mastermind. This illusory time alluding to retain us- Yet the conscious mind refuses to contain us. Recondition of the masses, Before time comes to pass us. before it’s all too late Start movement to change Let’s wake each other up Let’s take control over our fate. Again and again, Love it till it’s over, live it till it’s fin. A reflection of your life spent, a vessel that you’ve been lent, so go forth with intent. Gratitude for all worth Know you are important Every breath, and all birth. Your light that resides true In the poetry inside you. The vibration stays fluid, Like the love that is intuit. You’re a medium— a conduit. Yeah, now you’re catchin onto it. High frequency—- Waves of love True vibrancy, Bonds—- you are free of. Faith in self, No need for vaunt, lovin what you have not havin what you want. Give it all you got till you got nothin left, Then take the deepest breath And give it once again.

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her ashen eyes hypnotize the crisp summer wind catches me i am not stirred from my place at her side deep in thought she twirls a braid of her hair and i watch her warm emotions flowin easy like daylight on her lovely features the day romances its reasons but finally bows to evening tides and begins to retire with the flourish of a well mannered man of leasuire the day walks with the sundown by the seaside town hand in hand and window shop the little shops full of sparkling wonders and rich with old sea tales and lore finally daylight leaves us on the the sand with evening stars greeting each of us with brilliant words spoken to the eyes the night long with its thoughts shared between lovers and there she cupped me in her gentle smile i knew that kind of love once again that a woman gives of her secret heart like a summer rain soft in touch and swift deep with history's yet to be written and rich with loves yet to be sung and there once again she caressed my cheek with tenderest touch and reassured that all swift summer days contain such equal long nights and she would not sway from her place by my side

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

the morning tides

her ashen eyes hypnotize the crisp summer wind catches me i am not stirred from my place at her side deep in thought she twirls a braid of her hair and i watch her warm emotions flowin easy like daylight on her lovely features the day romances its reasons but finally bows to evening tides and begins to retire with the flourish of a well mannered man of leasuire the day walks with the sundown by the seaside town hand in hand and window shop the little shops full of sparkling wonders and rich with old sea tales and lore finally daylight leaves us on the the sand with evening stars greeting each of us with brilliant words spoken to the eyes the night long with its thoughts shared between lovers and there she cupped me in her gentle smile i knew that kind of love once again that a woman gives of her secret heart like a summer rain soft in touch and swift deep with history's yet to be written and rich with loves yet to be sung and there once again she caressed my cheek with tenderest touch and reassured that all swift summer days contain such equal long nights and she would not sway from her place by my side

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Sorrows of the past, litte scatters think out fast. I really am a rapper, my lips blow out what matter, happy make you sadder, feal you up to climb this latter, as a quick word just wanna be heard know whats left so we take you down the right turn, if you wanna talk **** I feal ya on a real burn, If you gonna be true, you sure gonna be seen through. don't believe free? what ever go deceive me,. young at heart with that tid of stupity, bein flung takin risks, Makin tunes tradin disks. hear my bass nd my boom melted face is in the room, Mmmm...!! Shiiiit ;) Jesse Mckush

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May 21, 2013

May 21, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC

arrywill-keepya-smilin

, My raps flowin your mind be blowin

Sorrows of the past, litte scatters think out fast. I really am a rapper, my lips blow out what matter, happy make you sadder, feal you up to climb this latter, as a quick word just wanna be heard know whats left so we take you down the right turn, if you wanna talk **** I feal ya on a real burn, If you gonna be true, you sure gonna be seen through. don't believe free? what ever go deceive me,. young at heart with that tid of stupity, bein flung takin risks, Makin tunes tradin disks. hear my bass nd my boom melted face is in the room, Mmmm...!! Shiiiit ;) Jesse Mckush

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the way you look at me, the way you make me smile the way you move, the way you style i move mountains for you, a thousand miles wit' you, i'm never doubtin', worship the fountain the club is open, you can feel the vibe lights on the dancefloor, lights on the dancefloor baby, you so handsome, you are the ransom love you in the air, we got a certain flair floating over oceans, frozen magic moments as i hold you tight, so precious, precious jackpot, jackpot, i will make your back hot meet you at the hotspot, within the night clouds put dem lights out, i'm newsy, right to it let's do it, you moan like "i knew it" crystals in the water, you stop to breathe and now be good baby, don't leave the hood baby sad dancers, what are the chances? do you have anything to live for? what are the chances, sad dancers? what do you live for? you know the answer? what do i live for? i don't know, fo' sho' do i have a motto? i don't, i be blotto operation foxtrot, observate the top, top dealing in souls, workin' deep holes sadness is flowin' through me, like yumy i'm feelin' toony, like betty boo blew me in times of appetite, you meet the true me in terms of copyright, you meet the true you i'm at the building site, lightin' the dynamite everybody hype hype, don't mind the twilight girl in the moonlight, down in the snownite the flakes are blowing, and you are snowwhite a glow is in your smile, and your eyes are twinkling i will buy you an island, ice bags and diamonds all dem words, all dem worlds are shinin' all you need is me, you just want a lion sad dancers, what are the chances? do you have anything to live for? what are the chances, sad dancers? what do you live for? you know the answer?

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Sep 15, 2020

Sep 15, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC

the way you look at me, the way you make me smile the way you move, the way you style i move mountains for you, a thousand miles wit' you, i'm never doubtin', worship the fountain the club is open, you can feel the vibe lights on the dancefloor, lights on the dancefloor baby, you so handsome, you are the ransom love you in the air, we got a certain flair floating over oceans, frozen magic moments as i hold you tight, so precious, precious jackpot, jackpot, i will make your back hot meet you at the hotspot, within the night clouds put dem lights out, i'm newsy, right to it let's do it, you moan like "i knew it" crystals in the water, you stop to breathe and now be good baby, don't leave the hood baby sad dancers, what are the chances? do you have anything to live for? what are the chances, sad dancers? what do you live for? you know the answer? what do i live for? i don't know, fo' sho' do i have a motto? i don't, i be blotto operation foxtrot, observate the top, top dealing in souls, workin' deep holes sadness is flowin' through me, like yumy i'm feelin' toony, like betty boo blew me in times of appetite, you meet the true me in terms of copyright, you meet the true you i'm at the building site, lightin' the dynamite everybody hype hype, don't mind the twilight girl in the moonlight, down in the snownite the flakes are blowing, and you are snowwhite a glow is in your smile, and your eyes are twinkling i will buy you an island, ice bags and diamonds all dem words, all dem worlds are shinin' all you need is me, you just want a lion sad dancers, what are the chances? do you have anything to live for? what are the chances, sad dancers? what do you live for? you know the answer?

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Caught an intellect from the beams of a flashin' tech Skies open fools still hopin' more corrupt than Kenneth Copeland yo I ain't Jokin' words carefully spoken From Houston to Oakland me ghettos we all kin Born in sin so I was made for lusting put my trust in My nine millimeter soon to beat cha if ya Not fast with ya draw man this a southside gang And We running thangs comin' back on track like a boomerang Haters love to sing chirpin' like early birds I move the herds the black Sheppard testing nerves Check my lac banked on the curb hit a taste of the herb To calm my brain cells light a fire see visions of Hell I inhale free my mind from jail caught in this fairy tale Thought this world was made for me but it ain't see? The devil's laughing at me cuz I took the plea of insanity Expose my mind through pens and papers Towerin' empires past the skyscrapers traces of flowin' vapors Disappear then reappear back on the atmosphere But still i ain't here a ghost in a shell Pass the seven gates of chakras cells Gather my intel from my enemies that sail Undercover lover to ya mother mentally See me I create energy powerful enough To call out any bluff keep it rough and rugged So **** it since most chicken ya feathers Gettin' plucked givin' up the what? The funk that is From Rosemary's kids made in Hades Check the tens bumpin' in the Mercedes I'm old school rock big jewels pinky rings Diamond bezels shining and still blinding Sip Tennessee whiskey out the glass cup Flashback it's the return of King Tut Speak bad watch the raw clips keep ya mouth shut

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

ReezonZ Or RhimeZ

Caught an intellect from the beams of a flashin' tech Skies open fools still hopin' more corrupt than Kenneth Copeland yo I ain't Jokin' words carefully spoken From Houston to Oakland me ghettos we all kin Born in sin so I was made for lusting put my trust in My nine millimeter soon to beat cha if ya Not fast with ya draw man this a southside gang And We running thangs comin' back on track like a boomerang Haters love to sing chirpin' like early birds I move the herds the black Sheppard testing nerves Check my lac banked on the curb hit a taste of the herb To calm my brain cells light a fire see visions of Hell I inhale free my mind from jail caught in this fairy tale Thought this world was made for me but it ain't see? The devil's laughing at me cuz I took the plea of insanity Expose my mind through pens and papers Towerin' empires past the skyscrapers traces of flowin' vapors Disappear then reappear back on the atmosphere But still i ain't here a ghost in a shell Pass the seven gates of chakras cells Gather my intel from my enemies that sail Undercover lover to ya mother mentally See me I create energy powerful enough To call out any bluff keep it rough and rugged So **** it since most chicken ya feathers Gettin' plucked givin' up the what? The funk that is From Rosemary's kids made in Hades Check the tens bumpin' in the Mercedes I'm old school rock big jewels pinky rings Diamond bezels shining and still blinding Sip Tennessee whiskey out the glass cup Flashback it's the return of King Tut Speak bad watch the raw clips keep ya mouth shut

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RECORD: 2 + 2 = 5 FROGMAN: RaiDIhO HEAD ***** Wonka: ... There's no Hearthly way of knowing Which way they are growing. There's no knowing where they're toe-ing. Mr. Salt: [weakly echoing] Toe-ing... ***** Wonka: Or which way thought streams'a'flowin. Is it braining, is it storming? Is a braining-storm a'blowin'? [sharp rasp] ***** Wonka: Not a speck of light is showing So the anger must be growing Are the fires of passion a'glowing? Is the grimsly leader mowing? Yes! The anger must be growing 'Cause the toe-ers keep on throwing [practically stcreaming] ***** Wonka: And they're certainly not showing Any sign that they are slowing! [lets out a high-pitched, almost unHearthly stcream] Dr. Frodrick Fronkensteen: Throw!... the Hearth Switch! eyeGore: [shocked] Not the Hearth Switch! And, while sparks flew across the slab, The Number 5, with lies and tame, Came whiffling through the Tulgey Lab, And burbled as it came!" -- Lewis Carroll Suzy's: It halted, and it gurgled The QCuloween's Trademark Seal, "I'm just Around 5 foot 9, and weigh a buck ninety-fine!" STOP: TURN THOUGHT

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC

The Letter-Ing: raidho

RECORD: 2 + 2 = 5 FROGMAN: RaiDIhO HEAD ***** Wonka: ... There's no Hearthly way of knowing Which way they are growing. There's no knowing where they're toe-ing. Mr. Salt: [weakly echoing] Toe-ing... ***** Wonka: Or which way thought streams'a'flowin. Is it braining, is it storming? Is a braining-storm a'blowin'? [sharp rasp] ***** Wonka: Not a speck of light is showing So the anger must be growing Are the fires of passion a'glowing? Is the grimsly leader mowing? Yes! The anger must be growing 'Cause the toe-ers keep on throwing [practically stcreaming] ***** Wonka: And they're certainly not showing Any sign that they are slowing! [lets out a high-pitched, almost unHearthly stcream] Dr. Frodrick Fronkensteen: Throw!... the Hearth Switch! eyeGore: [shocked] Not the Hearth Switch! And, while sparks flew across the slab, The Number 5, with lies and tame, Came whiffling through the Tulgey Lab, And burbled as it came!" -- Lewis Carroll Suzy's: It halted, and it gurgled The QCuloween's Trademark Seal, "I'm just Around 5 foot 9, and weigh a buck ninety-fine!" STOP: TURN THOUGHT

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I Adore you , I Love the way You speak, The way you move, I Love to Love Ya. Through Hellacious events and even moody times. I love you more in every way. So baby bring it all to me. I will always Love you til Death do us part and in sickness and health we shall have our Love as well as Wealth. Death as well as Poverty, as I wish upon a star for all to go Well and superb as the shooting star never stops I wont ever stop Lovin you cause you are so hot stick sweet from your head down to you feet. So pour some sugar on me, but not to deep for to got as far down WELL we gotta savour that taste of Love and passion, The sweetness of truth on the tongue of passion and the massage of Exstacy within Your arms Flowin down your body as we intertwine ourselves in a Portal of seduction which Leads to a Reproduction of the Lovelyness that is My Immortal Beloved to Her King on ancient wings of worldly power will Give all my Love to you drastically wanting to Dine on your Platter Like Romeo and Julliets Hot *** Not only to make you wet but as well to make you mine until death and beyond in Lovers Lane. Deaths will not touch our Coiled embrace as we set on into the sun were Earth Hits Wind and Starts to caresse The Fire which is this passion for Life Long with You no matter how old and decrepped we get, Our passion for each other is left to be said that A Heart is a House for Love, and while we ride together to everlasting Life Exstacy takes a hold of us just like The key to my Ever loving Heart to My Empress as well as my Immortal Daimond in the Ruff, so I will take one jump ahead of that line and Show you a whole new world as we show sweet love face down *** up in the air toggling my juicy energies that call out for your sweetness Essence of ****** so I ask Are you Ready For Me My Immortal, My Rib, My Everything, Under this sweet moon we call Life ; We careese every minute as its our Last so Scream as Loud as you want in that pillow as I release My Anocanda within your cave to explore all the wonders of My Immortal Goddess.... So Are You Ready??

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Mar 8, 2010

Mar 8, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC

Are You Ready??

I Adore you , I Love the way You speak, The way you move, I Love to Love Ya. Through Hellacious events and even moody times. I love you more in every way. So baby bring it all to me. I will always Love you til Death do us part and in sickness and health we shall have our Love as well as Wealth. Death as well as Poverty, as I wish upon a star for all to go Well and superb as the shooting star never stops I wont ever stop Lovin you cause you are so hot stick sweet from your head down to you feet. So pour some sugar on me, but not to deep for to got as far down WELL we gotta savour that taste of Love and passion, The sweetness of truth on the tongue of passion and the massage of Exstacy within Your arms Flowin down your body as we intertwine ourselves in a Portal of seduction which Leads to a Reproduction of the Lovelyness that is My Immortal Beloved to Her King on ancient wings of worldly power will Give all my Love to you drastically wanting to Dine on your Platter Like Romeo and Julliets Hot *** Not only to make you wet but as well to make you mine until death and beyond in Lovers Lane. Deaths will not touch our Coiled embrace as we set on into the sun were Earth Hits Wind and Starts to caresse The Fire which is this passion for Life Long with You no matter how old and decrepped we get, Our passion for each other is left to be said that A Heart is a House for Love, and while we ride together to everlasting Life Exstacy takes a hold of us just like The key to my Ever loving Heart to My Empress as well as my Immortal Daimond in the Ruff, so I will take one jump ahead of that line and Show you a whole new world as we show sweet love face down *** up in the air toggling my juicy energies that call out for your sweetness Essence of ****** so I ask Are you Ready For Me My Immortal, My Rib, My Everything, Under this sweet moon we call Life ; We careese every minute as its our Last so Scream as Loud as you want in that pillow as I release My Anocanda within your cave to explore all the wonders of My Immortal Goddess.... So Are You Ready??

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I can't write the words to this poem yet when i get a word they just keep on flowin' tryin' to listen to the sounds of nature while the wind is blowin' you look up to one person thinking they are all knowing yet when you write a rhyme so good the crowd starts woeing large with proudness you start glowing

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Apr 19, 2014

Apr 19, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC

I can't write the words to this poem yet when i get a word they just keep on flowin' tryin' to listen to the sounds of nature while the wind is blowin' you look up to one person thinking they are all knowing yet when you write a rhyme so good the crowd starts woeing large with proudness you start glowing

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so alone. killing all the monsters. shoe boxes and closets. don't forget under the stairs in my best friends coffin. missing. missing out on life cause I'm scared of death. wanna die so hard sometimes it's hard to catch my breath. wanna try so hard sometimes i stumble. gotta tie my shoes. cause these monsters in my head are on the loose. lose. lost causes and empty hallways remind me of even lonelier days. when i used to sell that stuff for fifty a gram when everyone had a hand taking but no helping hands. when everyone seemed to know that master plan and now everyone sits with their hands in the sand. use to wanna build dreams out of these sand castles use to wanna go outside and wrestle with these monsters. ya they're all here. chillin in my bedroom forcing me to dream fear. and the worst of it all is i let them all in the saddest part of my life will be when they win. but I'm not complaining. nah. me ... never. i guzzle gasoline. breathe fire. I'm a fuel injector. monsters, more like drama. sad times more like commas, in my written book of life i never asked to live wanna go back in time and tell mommy not to have this kid. too ****** up now it's time to escape the monsters inside are flowin on the page gotta pick 'em back up and take 'em home with me and my poem.

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Aug 17, 2010

Aug 17, 2010 at 8:25 PM UTC

james-william-helms-iii

so alone. killing all the monsters. shoe boxes and closets. don't forget under the stairs in my best friends coffin. missing. missing out on life cause I'm scared of death. wanna die so hard sometimes it's hard to catch my breath. wanna try so hard sometimes i stumble. gotta tie my shoes. cause these monsters in my head are on the loose. lose. lost causes and empty hallways remind me of even lonelier days. when i used to sell that stuff for fifty a gram when everyone had a hand taking but no helping hands. when everyone seemed to know that master plan and now everyone sits with their hands in the sand. use to wanna build dreams out of these sand castles use to wanna go outside and wrestle with these monsters. ya they're all here. chillin in my bedroom forcing me to dream fear. and the worst of it all is i let them all in the saddest part of my life will be when they win. but I'm not complaining. nah. me ... never. i guzzle gasoline. breathe fire. I'm a fuel injector. monsters, more like drama. sad times more like commas, in my written book of life i never asked to live wanna go back in time and tell mommy not to have this kid. too ****** up now it's time to escape the monsters inside are flowin on the page gotta pick 'em back up and take 'em home with me and my poem.

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A illness flowin’ like a breeze Slippin’ in with ease The African-American Disease Where the thought of a white man in a blue uniform makes every black child weak at the knees I mean there ain’t no cure Every 28 hours another black man dropping to the floor And I’m not sure how much more we can endure Cause we ain’t protected We rejected Neglected Disrespected Not accepted but expected To sit quiet So they seem surprised When we violently riot But yea it’s nothing new 400 year old news Nothing’s changed History’s only rearranged I would ask you how you would feel if you were me But you wouldn't truly know unless our skin tones were exchanged A black mother with tears in her eyes Hearing that her unarmed child was shot five times Two times for Martin Three times for Malcolm We fought with peace We fought with violence But got the same outcome A black father holds back his tears Hearing that the murderer was Sentenced 0 years With a tap on the wrist And the chargers cleared A black child’s fear That their lives could disappear At the hands of a man With a gun and bulletproof gear A messed up system Diagnosing symptoms I’m weak at the knees The African-American Disease

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May 6, 2016

May 6, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC

The African American Disease

A illness flowin’ like a breeze Slippin’ in with ease The African-American Disease Where the thought of a white man in a blue uniform makes every black child weak at the knees I mean there ain’t no cure Every 28 hours another black man dropping to the floor And I’m not sure how much more we can endure Cause we ain’t protected We rejected Neglected Disrespected Not accepted but expected To sit quiet So they seem surprised When we violently riot But yea it’s nothing new 400 year old news Nothing’s changed History’s only rearranged I would ask you how you would feel if you were me But you wouldn't truly know unless our skin tones were exchanged A black mother with tears in her eyes Hearing that her unarmed child was shot five times Two times for Martin Three times for Malcolm We fought with peace We fought with violence But got the same outcome A black father holds back his tears Hearing that the murderer was Sentenced 0 years With a tap on the wrist And the chargers cleared A black child’s fear That their lives could disappear At the hands of a man With a gun and bulletproof gear A messed up system Diagnosing symptoms I’m weak at the knees The African-American Disease

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Anti-gravity, rivers, streams flowin high above the grounds. Powered by giant speakers that pulse propulsion sounds. Information waves in stealth conveying, like particles: cars, from their backyard "bye bye" gates to the store, the moon, venus, the stars. So small they nest on cell towers tweet, tweeting their "special effects" and form a web, grid, around the whole thing a mulit-port, self guiding, blue cloud matrix.

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Oct 26, 2014

Oct 26, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC

Smurf Me Up Scotty

Anti-gravity, rivers, streams flowin high above the grounds. Powered by giant speakers that pulse propulsion sounds. Information waves in stealth conveying, like particles: cars, from their backyard "bye bye" gates to the store, the moon, venus, the stars. So small they nest on cell towers tweet, tweeting their "special effects" and form a web, grid, around the whole thing a mulit-port, self guiding, blue cloud matrix.

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As time passes on, I hear many songs Songs of old, songs of new Mornings haze, dusks stillness Lonely nights, city living County air, summers medows Winters lonely streets Death of the old, birth of the young A guitar, a band, a note, a strum Busking, travelling, clocks a tickin Waters flowin, trains a rollin, end of the line Dreaming, fighting, crying, dying Oh father of night Oh father of day Oh father to you I pray You require no faith You are past, present, future Forever with us In our cars In our rooms In the darkness Share the joy Your words Your chords Your voice Guding unyielding to the truth What's right What's wrong What are minds are thinking What our hearts are feeling I drift, I flow Years go bye You remain A ship that can't be sunk A dream that can't be thwarted Wherever my restless heart wonders You will be found Robert Zimmerman we are forever yours The disillusioned The faithless The loveless The lost The wiry Now and forever Till the day we pass You're the father You're the light in the dark You will never die Your star burns brightest In this life or the next God willing We'll meet again

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC

As time passes on, I hear many songs Songs of old, songs of new Mornings haze, dusks stillness Lonely nights, city living County air, summers medows Winters lonely streets Death of the old, birth of the young A guitar, a band, a note, a strum Busking, travelling, clocks a tickin Waters flowin, trains a rollin, end of the line Dreaming, fighting, crying, dying Oh father of night Oh father of day Oh father to you I pray You require no faith You are past, present, future Forever with us In our cars In our rooms In the darkness Share the joy Your words Your chords Your voice Guding unyielding to the truth What's right What's wrong What are minds are thinking What our hearts are feeling I drift, I flow Years go bye You remain A ship that can't be sunk A dream that can't be thwarted Wherever my restless heart wonders You will be found Robert Zimmerman we are forever yours The disillusioned The faithless The loveless The lost The wiry Now and forever Till the day we pass You're the father You're the light in the dark You will never die Your star burns brightest In this life or the next God willing We'll meet again

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Biggin it up fer jesus, When a gilded man with pearly whites came a knockin on ma’ door said; " hey there bro, d'ya care to know what this ere book is for, well, 'taint for puttin on display or keepin vampire teeth at bay oh no bro no bro, not today; come listen what the good book say." now he sure looked pretty in his stay press suit n Vaseline slick back hair, with his easy style n godly guile was biggin up his good lord’s prayer, but fragrant molasses made up myths; man that ain't ma thing. I'm a sixties child whoo that's wild, I'm a ****** up ding a ling. I got Dylan flowin through ma veins Martin luther in ma gut, so I need no ancient prophet claims, -- n god can kiss ma ****

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Dec 16, 2010

Dec 16, 2010 at 9:02 AM UTC

"- Biggin id up fer Jesus -"

Biggin it up fer jesus, When a gilded man with pearly whites came a knockin on ma’ door said; " hey there bro, d'ya care to know what this ere book is for, well, 'taint for puttin on display or keepin vampire teeth at bay oh no bro no bro, not today; come listen what the good book say." now he sure looked pretty in his stay press suit n Vaseline slick back hair, with his easy style n godly guile was biggin up his good lord’s prayer, but fragrant molasses made up myths; man that ain't ma thing. I'm a sixties child whoo that's wild, I'm a ****** up ding a ling. I got Dylan flowin through ma veins Martin luther in ma gut, so I need no ancient prophet claims, -- n god can kiss ma ****

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* From all of the blanks floatin' up in my mind By knowledge indeed i am but as blind So without it to prevail there is no understandin' For a word just mere a word when nothin' in the endin' Tho to believe 'n' witness firmly within my capabilities Please would Ye make it one of ibn Yusuf's accepted abilities By flowin' through veins 'n' the ponderin' upon The heart alone to beget which thread to be on Thy example of livin' aswell as Thy deeds Come to be the only things that i will ever need ** ..assalaato assalaamo alayka ya Sayyidi...! ..salawaat'Ullahi wa salaamahu alayhi wa aalihi wa sahbihi...! ..revive thy consiousness 'n' love always...* عرفان بن يوسف © AH 23/01/1437**

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Jan 5, 2016

Jan 5, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC

..believe 'n' witness...

* From all of the blanks floatin' up in my mind By knowledge indeed i am but as blind So without it to prevail there is no understandin' For a word just mere a word when nothin' in the endin' Tho to believe 'n' witness firmly within my capabilities Please would Ye make it one of ibn Yusuf's accepted abilities By flowin' through veins 'n' the ponderin' upon The heart alone to beget which thread to be on Thy example of livin' aswell as Thy deeds Come to be the only things that i will ever need ** ..assalaato assalaamo alayka ya Sayyidi...! ..salawaat'Ullahi wa salaamahu alayhi wa aalihi wa sahbihi...! ..revive thy consiousness 'n' love always...* عرفان بن يوسف © AH 23/01/1437**

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Everyday i'm gettin' Worse I can feel it flowin through my veins its like a curse eating my soul everyday. People treat me low everywhere I go sarcastic motha%#$$@@ where ever I go My grades so low I feel so slow I study and understand yet nothin happens. I feel so weak so left behind. I try to compensate for the wrong i've done I feel so velnerable I don't feel better the next day I feel...........WORST

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC

jhilard-cruspero

Everyday i'm gettin' Worse I can feel it flowin through my veins its like a curse eating my soul everyday. People treat me low everywhere I go sarcastic motha%#$$@@ where ever I go My grades so low I feel so slow I study and understand yet nothin happens. I feel so weak so left behind. I try to compensate for the wrong i've done I feel so velnerable I don't feel better the next day I feel...........WORST

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A Fool’s a gutter trap of drink, Where wenches and songs a flowin’! For none can even stop and think, With “Hey ho’s” and music a blowin’! A Fight, a brawl! A ****** nose! Men knocking their heads to the ground! Then laughter and shouts, oh so it goes! Brotherhood and joy all around! Oh men, we are so foolishly wrought! A cry, a laugh, a smash, a groan, a grin! Why the hell would I get on my knees and pray When my heart longs for me to proudly stand in sin?! We smashed the door and jumped the fence, Sweet Jesus! The wind it was cold. A snicker, a snip, nevermore were we tense! The drink it was taking its hold. We grabbed our tools and made our mark We will never try to resist! Why should I strain to contain my bark?! This ******* world will know I exist! Oh men, we are so foolishly wrought! A cry A laugh A smash A groan A grin! Why the hell would we get on our knees and pray When my heart longs for me to proudly stand in sin!

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Dec 9, 2012

Dec 9, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC

Foolishly Wrought! (A Song To ******* Drink To)

A Fool’s a gutter trap of drink, Where wenches and songs a flowin’! For none can even stop and think, With “Hey ho’s” and music a blowin’! A Fight, a brawl! A ****** nose! Men knocking their heads to the ground! Then laughter and shouts, oh so it goes! Brotherhood and joy all around! Oh men, we are so foolishly wrought! A cry, a laugh, a smash, a groan, a grin! Why the hell would I get on my knees and pray When my heart longs for me to proudly stand in sin?! We smashed the door and jumped the fence, Sweet Jesus! The wind it was cold. A snicker, a snip, nevermore were we tense! The drink it was taking its hold. We grabbed our tools and made our mark We will never try to resist! Why should I strain to contain my bark?! This ******* world will know I exist! Oh men, we are so foolishly wrought! A cry A laugh A smash A groan A grin! Why the hell would we get on our knees and pray When my heart longs for me to proudly stand in sin!

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Love flowing over beats on a hot track, My lyrics so serious given the beat a heart attack. flowin so slick, my spit, flows like liquid, I just roll wit it, I'm wicked, No need to get specific, I rather just rip it, I'm so sick wit it, the quick witt, Its so ridic, These critics, just rip, They tripping, They joke on us Getting me so hot, I combust, and bust spontaneous, Grabbing the mic, playing two hand touch, Like I'm Tony Touch, so dope, they fienin for us, Getting high off the rush Fans bobbing their head, I'm on tour, Spitting rhythms galore, my fans roar, from the dance floor screaming from more... It use to be a dream not anymore, my girl sitting front row, Went from poor, To no worries anymore, My passion put a foot in the door, The love for my fans, 100% pure Without them, is me no more With them, I pulled the ceiling off the sky, down to the floor, so limits don't exist anymore.

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC

Spitting Freestyle

Love flowing over beats on a hot track, My lyrics so serious given the beat a heart attack. flowin so slick, my spit, flows like liquid, I just roll wit it, I'm wicked, No need to get specific, I rather just rip it, I'm so sick wit it, the quick witt, Its so ridic, These critics, just rip, They tripping, They joke on us Getting me so hot, I combust, and bust spontaneous, Grabbing the mic, playing two hand touch, Like I'm Tony Touch, so dope, they fienin for us, Getting high off the rush Fans bobbing their head, I'm on tour, Spitting rhythms galore, my fans roar, from the dance floor screaming from more... It use to be a dream not anymore, my girl sitting front row, Went from poor, To no worries anymore, My passion put a foot in the door, The love for my fans, 100% pure Without them, is me no more With them, I pulled the ceiling off the sky, down to the floor, so limits don't exist anymore.

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