"ozones" poems
The machinesed drones droning ozones
made of homogenised genes by replicants
from clinical doctrines and empirical indulgences
Soulless and efficient, bred for duties destructives
Capitalist fodder, programmed ready for earth's ****
Regulate as required, inputted subs with pigs hearts
Made followers with voracious appetite for blood
mechanised barbarians on leash with one track mix
Human shire horses in designer shods and faulty gauges
Manufactured manufacturers limited and corollated
Factories, dormitories partnered with like, watered
and bedded till tomorrow, audiod to the Sterling whip
Given ample ales, keep blinded and chained
Distract and cater to baser instincts, *** *** ***
Free 'love' free *** valueless values, what values
Enjoy kids must return to work desk seven on the dot
Time is money, clogs and production
waits for no man, do or your pleasures denied
Money, money money, honey for bees, honey for drones
Soulless, dehumanised, pale, aged at thirty, heart attacks next
Vacuous ghost programmed dunces
Malfunctioning entities devoid of humanity
Superficial plasticated robots, destruction default
Industrial pieces with industrial minds
Chemicalized drunks with wired brains
They roam around screaming freedom and power!
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
Zoom me in Mister Rock
the seize is here
Who cares about that ****** ?
The Cirrus clouds falter
when the ozones hots up there,
good here, Jessica's bronzing
by the shadow of the Martello Tower
feeding scraps to Koi Fish
who have enough love.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall slay gravity on this bed
And take thee
High and higher unto farther skies
Or probably where the ozones touch not
There
Shall I pull
The migrating moon and twinkling stars nether
And plunge the whole universe gloom
For
I shall
Unleash my golden acts and play thy hormones right
The landmasses shall grand marvel
And bind themselves with our heavy petting
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall awaken the demons within thee
And make you croon the melodies of seduction
That echoes on the beaks of the most pulchritude parrots
For
I shall
Make thy mind tread on a pilgrimage to wander lands
And rent the cloak of dolour
To shame amongst thine emotions
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall devoid my tongue
Of the most decorum and taste the dregs
Of thy skin
And cause the grand sacrilege to thine holy grounds
For
I
Shall make thee vulnerable and restless
Yet very robust and creep into thy soul
And calm the yelling taunts
To an eternal repose
For
I shall feed thy famished emotions and desires
To satiety and drown thee in the abyss
Of my love
And bury thee in their cabins
With the feathers of the eagles
I swear tonight I shall
I Swear I Shall
©Historian E.Lexano
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Keep the blunts in rotation love to freak haitan to jamacian
As well as the columbians womens
They lay up under me like a canopy
I got the shades blinding haters from my sunshine
Restrictin' minds from.the flash of my nine
Milly make ya body dance silly fools talkin' itty
Bitty I'll close ya mouth like hello Kitty
Gettin' nine stitches like 50 but once the shells drop
Ill promise I'll finish you off turn ya melon hard from soft
Soul lifted soon to be shifted off in the mother ship
Even in heaven I got a throne where none can withstand the dangerzone prone
My lyrics are mathed graphical swarming so fast it'll create a black hole
I'm going viral check my flows that spiral
Deep in ya head extractin' all thoughts that shed
Nothing but bloodshed all in it for bread
I get breakfast and head while ya beatin' off instead
I got a millions rhymes from blunts I puffed a million times
Keep em line I be the lyrical street sweeper
So stay at distance or face brain damage from the speaker
Huh a million...
My lyrics are carefully chosen growing for the ozem
I lay burning paths deeper than ozones
Suckas claim they King when they just roam
Another chapter to my tome tapped up and all alone
Exposin' wounds and broken bones
Around the battlefield emcees kneel
Cuz they know.i.be the real deal like Holyfield
A deadly left jab you can feel o so real
Closing down the Earth's atmosphere so all would feel
My lyrical drillin' curin' rhyming diseases with my rappin' penicillin
And ain't no killin' us we soul survivors
Improvise tactics wiser than Mcgyver
Living across the enemies wire my desire
To whole this rap game up shooken' up
I'll be mobbin' like M.O.P so ante up
Over runneths my cup full of Henny and syrup
Got a few cuties from eastern europe
To Belize so stand at ease when ya see a Sarge talkin' and nobody walkin'
Away clean glitter and gleam shatter ya dream
Cuz I be Wu Tang after the cream
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
I wonder if you ever ******* knew what was in that hole, that hole. That great divide in time & space. The ghostly masterpiece of your disappearance. If you've fallen in, did you die? Everybody knows your name, it was our secret place. A forged identity, a solitude of symphony's. All you ever knew though, was ozones. I'm starting to wonder if you became one. I sit outside the looking glass.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Yo doodiemac gimme some of that
Bars of arsenal flows mesmerize like the strokes of a piano
Sounds of melodies give me the go
Strikes of a bellow black as Othello
Let the lyrical gun massage the temples
Of the people the rappin' pharoah
Let my mental flow
Out pours nothing but reign
Floodin' the atmosphere it'll take years to drain
Straight to the grain spit it like butane flame
Til emcees turn into a sand crystal grain
Some try to get with this
Leave no witness microphone murderer givin' the business
No gps or map could locate
Settin' the dynamite rhymes soon to detonate
Emcees demised at an alarming rate
from the rhymes I create ferocious seal their fate
And they ask how did em
I let rhythm hit em
Yo fools love to say I'm wack
But be the first punks tryin' to slide me a track
Yo Whats up with that? I'm not your average brother fresh with the batch
Another emcee just waiting to hatch only to catch
Nothing but heat from me
Embrace my empire full of epitome
Enemies flea once I place my rhymes on a beat
Got ya moving your feet so there's no room to compete
I stiff em like a photo freeze
Entice much atrocities
As the rhythm breaks you down instantly
Elephant herd stamina beats down I'm handin' ya
Don't ya know I'm the punisher
Tropic thunder makes critics wonder
How does he do it rhymes so hot ya can't cool it
Rippin' through ozones creatin' black holes
So force full even the speed of light couldn't go flow
Pass my mastery wizardry deadly to rivals known to be
The born God of the century
So hurry up and step up
Suckas runnin' up to get a taste of the directors cut
Body unedited yeah I said it
Remarkable stello so you'll regret it
If you try to step to me
On the mic I challenge thee
Duel em like Cosby who can top me ? Better Choose Wisely ?
Bars dark and lovely none could shove me emcees
Claim they killlin' but too **** sloppy
So I envision em like rods
Then I bend em
Sick em with the vicious venom
Cuz of my unforgettable rhythm
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
This flowed from north to south from my mouth to yours from the shrub to the tree from the atmosphere to the continent from the beginning of time until.
Which narrative do you reckon is true?
How long ago did we become?
Was there one, many, or none that put us here?
Where did they come from?
Who put them in motion?
If we get lost in arguments about information that holds no bearing to our daily action have we both missed the point?
I am still limited by laws
descriptions of naturally occurring phenomena.
Like this planet has ozones
Like this body needs oxygen
Like this body is restricted by gravity
Like this body breathes out life
food for the green to function
Like I don't care.
Like I do care.
Indifference isnt always negative. It can be a powerful tool of acceptance. To say exist as you wish I will still care about you.
Our thoughts metigate our direction even if it is mere inactive contemplation.
Wake up.
Get dressed.
Have a glass of water.
Remove the toxins.
Get into the car.
Insert the car keys.
Twist. Shift. Push.
Propel via combustion to work.
I no longer engage in these reflections.
I just do.
They've become a well groved trail in my mind.
I have frequented these so much I love them.
I grow tire and still.
I've become a slave to them.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC