"freestyling" poems
Guida & Me drove up to the ***** D
In my whip there was co-pilot Bryx and Captain Sleezy E
We rolled up to my yerp bro Brad D's
Next were greeted by Dino whos drinking a 40
Labatt Blue bonging and ponging like were competing for beer drinking glory
Then its onto asweome fries, saganaki, and telling funny stories
That night was crazy and a definite blast
Woke up the next day to see Dino's Dad's spot and gasp!
Walk into the kitchen to see Grandma Rontondo cooking homemade marinara
Smelling fresher than the lobby inside of a Panera
Next it's downstaris to the "Thunderdome," mindblow is all I can tell ya!
The food was amazing with Uncle D on the grill
Sammy the Bull said "Plastic Cups!" so that was the deal
Party was wild, popping bottles in other words unreal
Zoo was great, conductor swag was for real
Tigers beat the Twins, and that night it was freestyling, speeches, and Labatts on chill
Like the words of Willie Nelson the ***** D stays on my mind
I'll never forget that trip like my brain is a VCR and has the element of rewind!
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
Jumps start the gun..today on the run.. but thats just my mind...body laggin behind..But im feelin entergetic so Im Just freestyling lines...leaned against the pines...Running these powderd lines...parked in a fire lane collecting fines..Exhilarated heart beats turn into mental treats...as for my body it just starts to feel weak...points of mind blowing utopia..erupt body pausing phobias...and when this brain begins to die down and stop...well the body compulses, foams, and rocks
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 9:25 AM UTC
He’s a ***** of in-
tellectual acumen. A real conveyor of post-modern acuity.
What he has to say doesn’t make sense to me.
No one understands his esoteric complexity.
He speaks of Aristotelian “virtues”, Platonic Forms, and other
“practical” participation by the particularities.
Part of all that not even he fully understands.
Juxtaposing Quniean “webs of Knowledge” with Davidson Coherantism
He is challenged by McDowells 2nd nature Bildung.
His conventional English is thus un-sung, while meta-physical abstractions are then hung
Out to dry, in the abstract realm sky. What color is that sky?
“Unfair Question” he cries.
“Tell me about God” I ask, “very well” he replies.
My brain is numb after one question, and a few words.
He continues, “Do the God(s) agree upon what is good?”
Yes is my reply. “If so, do they love what is good?” Again yes.
“Then, is the Good whatever the God(s) love, or do the God(s) love what is Good?”
He must be on drugs.
A little philosophy makes a man an atheist.
A lot makes him a believer,
just not in God. He praises Reason, his room is a shrine.
Within four walls one will not find, no not any sign
Of conviction.
What? All this time thinking, reflecting, meditating, abstracting, observing, weaving grand tapestries of thought and still he does not find a foot hold in reality?
What the hell were you thinking about?
He responds.
A stream of consciousness is all that is,
past is a referent future is a predicate.
I am not the “me” I refer to when I say “my book.”
No sir, I have never spoken to you any knowledge of me.
For that I have none of, but knowledge I am not without.
If it is one thing I know, it is that I know nothing.
I tell him certainly my English teacher would know something to defeat him,
I am soon disenchanted, for he has ammunition for her.
“Ask her”, he says “to ascertain the truth value to this grammatically perfect declarative Sentence.”
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 11:29 PM UTC
As she walked down the aisle I was smiling
My blushing young bride was beguiling
After kissing, do tell
I re-lowered the veil
My excuse was "our wedding's freestyling."
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
The sun is shining, we poets are rhyming.
Others might be out to bathe, but we fill our sheets with creative parts.
This is a thirty second writing, as I am freestyling the way I am diving.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
i'm losing to the raging inside me
it's crawling up my abdomen
creeping up my chest
clouding my head
and seeping out through my pores
causing steam to rise from my skin
goosebumps chase behind as i imagine
your fingertips grazing my arm, my neck
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
I'm freestyling with my words,
remembering daydreams, sounds I've heard.
Hope rises from deep inside my soul
enabling me to release the stories I hold.
There beyond my wildest imagination
I can see it's possible to meet my expectation.
Notes are playing, power is flowing.
All around me the darkness is glowing.
Stardust is falling from above
gift wrapping me in a sea of love.
What an awesome sight to behold
watching my expressions formulate in gold.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
This thing has no rhyme or reason
Just random thumb typing to connect the dots.
Realy freestyling. A goof.
At the end,will there be reaason?
Chicken or egg.
Omlett or leg.
Spare parts laying on the floor
Stitched together for effect.
An abstraction in action.
A work in progress
To be continued.....
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
I stand on the corner of your alley
hypnotized by your history,
sippin’ interchangeable, infinite
equations from your soul, punctuatin’
reflected rhymes inside my head,
consecutive clauses, the type of ****
that suffocates your subconscious.
There’s no repentance from your existence,
no self-absorbed lines that echo
through my ears, just metaphoric tunes
spinning without reason, and without
reason, mystical flames create earthquakes
across my plantation, and I know I’m
conceited, but I’d rather mix patterns
that blend in Saturn, in fact, mix drums
that fade worlds, mix drums that questions
minds, mix drums that spin sea waves.
Meanwhile, ****** knock me down cuz
I’m floating off orbit, cuz I’m spring
on your ****** Opia, cuz your cosmic
plane controls my veins, freestyling
gibberish, soulless lyrics, aimin’ to cause
confusion, and through confusion,
contradiction, and through contradiction,
annihilation of my mind. **** them!
Ignorance is no more than expressions,
no more than a candle without a burning
flame, sinkin’, imprisoned, revolving
around a moonlight planet. Besides,
who gives a **** what they say!
All I want to do is slow crawl
in your powdered nectar, get high
off mary jane, while my brain raps
and taps in city streets, and the inhalin’
and exhalin’ of your culture cancellin
out my fact and fiction.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
The pang of nervousness hit,
struck and left to fend;
like a fish on a hook.
His mind paced with thoughts,
a train, they roared
here and there,
with no destination in sight.
In this guy's imagination,
he could bear it all.
A conjuring of answers,
to questions never sought.
In the flash of the moment,
he let fear take hold.
The worry of messing up;
of not knowing what to say.
Freestyling in his head,
he gave direction to his mind.
A statement of results
of work and hard luck.
Acceptance
in a union of one.
As the sun still shines
behind the clouds,
so too,
does this light still shine on.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
I carry the weight of my sin
I feel no worth within
ME
Is all I see at times
Self-righteousness make me blind
It’s hard to see
Anything but
RED
With all this anger in me
Just leave me be
Or I’ll snap and you may be
Excessively
HURT
I’ve done it before
And I’ll do it again
I’ll leave not only your heart but your body sore
I’m sorry bro
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
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I'll be freestyling on these verses
And they will flow like I'm writing in cursive
Thanks to the voices in my head
They are a blessing and a curse
Everybody has their own free will
But I love it when you're being submissive
-
Tonight we are young, wild and free
With the spotlight
Of the moonlight
And the morning sunlight
Lights upon us while we dance
Grab your partner
There is more people jumping over the fence
-
Men in blue comes in two
Red and blue lights mistaken as party lights
But we have our hands in the air
So we just don't care
Put the guns down, seize fire
Don't spoil the fun, this is a peaceful fight
We're just trying to make it through the night
-
Lowkie ®
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
You will never be free
from me
You will live forever
in me
You will be dead but
I will maintain your corpse
so well, with super great care
while waiting for Isa to
come back --
Well, the truth is
you have died
(too many times)
but you resurrect
again and again and
I don't mind you
tearing off the butterflies' wings
because they still can
walk
and tickle this fatty stomach
Whatever it is!
Even when you find hate in whatever
Do not worry, for you are Jesus
The Savior
You are God
You are Jesus!
You are God!
The Unnamed Woman's perfume
still lingers on your feet
and
I believe in you
I believe in you
"*... Blessed are those who believe
without seeing me.*" (John 20:29)
even when I see contradictions
and injustices
even when you, when I, be
the contradictions and
the injustices --
You will never be free
from me
You will live forever
in me
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Well here's a freestyle
Let me rap a mile
As I put on a smile
And think of tiny tiles
Like stepping stones
Or skeleton bones
To make words flow
Off the top of my head and
In yo girls bed
Yeah I'm freestyling
I'm straight up wildin'
I've got the mileage
For proverbial cartilage
Calcium, muscle, all the organs are here
For an MC that everyone fears
Let me take a breath
And wallow in death
From the mic massacre
You feeling the burn?
Yeah, get lost, ****
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC