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C Dalby Oct 2020
Birds are singing as they narrate people grinning,
The sky is blue and starred at night
We are done with the wrongs and now focus on the right
Days are spent doing nothing and life occurs without a plan
No more flames when leaving that metaphorical pan
Ice caps are freezing and ozones are healing
Oh, Utopia

Defined as a place of non existence by the Greek,
Our ancestors would marvel to see us actualising our peak.
With each new generation not being as good as the last,
We strived to be better until hate is a thing of the past.
Oh, Utopia

The world has not always been the paradise it is right now
It has suffered quite a bit! Sit back, relax and let me show you how:
Dictators, dating apps, disease and  dabbing...
Depression, **** picks, dress size and *** grabbing...
Distant difficulties discriminating daily
Diligent defenders demonstrating plainly
All demanding democracies finally decide on the eternal debate.
Watching Parliamentary playgrounds leaves me feeling rather irate.
We have overcome all these and finally arrived at our destination.
A cohesive existence founded upon the pillar of cooperation.
Oh, Utopia

The journey to our present was the present of automation.
Competition for resources died with the wealth's excommunication.
Our time became our own to pursue whatever we pleased.
Now for everyone, the day is ready to be seized.
Our evolutionary struggles all extinct, our troubles all gone.
Perhaps now is the time to be happy? Time to move on.
Oh, Utopia

No more fornicating over Instagram and insecurity
No more toxic masculinity and finally some male maturity
No more measuring our success by how high a like button can count.
No more choosing our partner from the size of their banking account
No more candid masks worn by a big green beast
The vanity of man all buried and deceased
No more celebrating the ****** exposure of a love island fool
Finally we are being creative and using our brain as a tool
Oh, Utopia

However, this bliss is not what it seems and all is not well.
For Winge-ing, moaning and groaning are as ingrained as the DNA in our cell.
Having no problems is quite a bad situation
As we thrive on challenges from the dawn of creation
You see humans are hole diggers and nothing is ever enough
We are addicted to trouble and finding the diamond in the rough
Oh, Utopia

There is still so much to see and to learn
A fact that fills me with equal hope and concern
Until we learn to change ourselves and gain some sanity
The world will continue to be as it alway has been, ashamed of its own humanity.

Oh, Dystopia
Kyle John Somer Oct 2012
Darlin’, they say you’ve got knives swimming through your heart beats.
That the blood flowing from your pin pricked fingertips to your mumbled fear lips
is dressed up angry, in bayonet holding coats of arms.
That your tiger tooth saber shaped blood is dragging its hands down your veins
slowly scratching in dates down walls of young membrane tombstones
shooting firing squad lines of pain as your body tears itself apart.
They’re saying that its only going to get worse from here.
With your pinstriped POW nerves vibrating like skyscrapers
as each pulse bleeds through you like a ten on the richter.

Darlin’  I’m dying to see you smile, but the washington rain is drowning you
and you're losing time for existing.
Shivering in that hospital bed as icicle cells freeze you to the bone.
You used to light up a room with all your bright sunflower laughter
but now your hands are cold like sad glaciers
pushing your shoulderblades under icy water
and all that seems to come out of your lips
are hospital bed nightmares and fluorescent smoke wishes.
Every morning your black coffee eyes brew up tears
they rain for hours.
but crying isn't dowsing this wildfire.
You’re trying to stay on your feet, but your ankle deep in gasoline.
Your breath is like a pendulum time keeper.
The white blood cell count like a stop watch for the grim reaper.
And you watch, eyes stinging, as you burn up from the inside out.
Temperature climbing mountains. Breaking ozones.
But they say you're on the decline.

Darlin’ I know they say you have bad blood.
They say that your heart won't gone on beating for a long time
and at night you cough up blood on your pillow creating a universe of helio constellations
but they don't know how hard you try.
I know right now london feels like its falling
Everything does.
Its ashes and ashes.
But like a pilot light supernova things can change.
Lets grab up fistfulls and fistfulls of ash in our shaking hands
and put them together
and let the weight of the world turn them to diamonds
and we can push them inside our nimble rib cages
and live a little bit longer

Darlin'

Can you hear me?















They asked me to speak at your funeral.
I talked about our weekend in the mountains
and how your laugh would bounce off the canyons in such beautiful frequencies.
I talked about how I met you
how my heart wouldn't stop feeling like avalanche symphonies.
And how you turned scarlet when I asked you your name.
I talked about your family, our friends,
how we would look at the stars for hours without letting our eyes breathe
because you thought the world of space.
I talked about your yellow rain boots and how you would always track the wilderness inside with you.
I talked about your fear of trains and thunderclaps and how in rainstorms you would curl up next to me and shake like an earthquake but you knew your were safe.

I talked about how much I loved you.
It started raining, I started breaking down.
And I talked about how hard you tried.

Darlin' they said you had bad blood.
That if we would have caught it sooner we could have saved you.

Darlin' I wish we had had more time.
I could have written you so many love letters.
Darlin' I wish we had had more time.





Death stole you away.

And signed your fate with a sickle cell pen of red ink.
Yenson Dec 2018
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!
jo spencer Jul 2013
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.
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
foreplay
Madeysin Jul 2015
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.
This is beautiful, great or pretty. It's just honesty. Which alone makes it magnificent. I watch all my friends leave. Some I cut out of my life.
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
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
Keifus Dec 2015
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.
I break mics, make em bleed, like punches from Mike, iron sight
Fist tight, I'll take all of your might, dont even front a fight, iight
We coming with the wickedest, vengeance, catered to sickness
Manifest, off the demon infested,
Yeah I'm connected, to the underworld, so dont disrespect it, before ya be resurrected,
I took jesus ****** cross, hung it like tree moss, flip the coin toss,
You'llfind me,in the valley of the lost, skull rallies, been the boss,
You suckas fallin, like Olympus Mr Snuffalufagus, plus the surplus,
All out maxed, Redd Foxx insults, graphic, as the Dutch Shultz,
Surrender your rights, see the shadows, hovering the night,
Smooth as a kite, winded suckas pretended, I'll end it flint,
The stones, cigarillos cherry foam, chase the taste, of ozones
I'm gone, watching the footsteps of rosemary's, baby slay me,
Naw I stay peaced, with the unseen, soul divine supreme, cream
Shattered many dead souls, added to the gehenna scrolls,
I'm just a disciple, with the laser eye rifle, cyclops the bible,
Raging in wrath, feel the thunder, lightening standing giraffe,
Catch the hands of nature, glad to hate cha, innovator, mater,
Let the saga continues, through graphic venues, I'll end you,
rip ya out ya skin, and leave blood on ya shoes, open portals of vessels,
Muscle man, champagne driven by my freaky women, giving,
Me they souls, bless they jellyrolls yo, I'm out of control,
Just another brothers,with the grit of johnny cash, bank rolls,
We beat the payroll, advoid pay tolls, that's how real Gs roll,
Watch cha know, split the kabbitz, lay out yachickens, gizzard
Poetry wizard, stick my tongue out like a lizard, keep lyrics exquisite,
Tip of ya toes, close down the shows, ya know how it goes,
It grows, more than the temptations, got the accommodation,
Change ya station, if you in hesitation, blaze gun nation,
For sticky situations, all of one one of all, never cease at downfall,






Gory road, move to a general,from a street lieutenant, innocent
Bystander, catch the wings, of a hate activate ya mental state,
See hostility at the alarming rate, wake for the leeching snakes,
Grip the peace, like a python, still let by gones be by gones,
I'm so gone, all I see is wrong, souls ringing like a gongs, its on
Caught the caption, blasting tactics steels of a black smith,
Hot ****, bound to ya melt ya with these classics, black magic,
I make it look so easy, but tragic suckas become mastered,
To the slaves of the intertwine, curved spines, of a feline,
See the horns incline, from her hair lines, sin never been so fine,
Apple decline, in the garden, step back to the game like Harden,
Charging, the game on credits, yall on debits, blacked out cards,
250K monthly, see what I see,
Naw probably, not you be hit harder than Ronnie Lott, guard ya snot,
Ya leaking, see the guns flickering, flashlight of a beacon,
Been a sinister deacon, silence the weaken, every first weekend,
See me peaking, speaking, paramount, calvary scout,
Lay out the KC, masterpiece barbecue sauce, it's the mosh,
Pit set up,I'm dead up, cant wait to this touch up, paint job,
9 to 5 robs, late night til the sun bright, soaring the heights,
Keen sight of an eagle, I squeeze through, out ya flesh,
Like beagle, bullets sniff you, now you laying like a vegetable,
Despicable, crews I bruise, leave em for the early mornin news,
Dont blow ya fuse, no truce, haters beware ya in for a scare,
Lay more scars to ya face, from unfiled ****** case,
No need to lie, what the **** for, naw I embezzle the muzzle,
Spread you out like puzzle, piece soon to be released,
Coroner, operations mud situations, change my caliper occupation,
Went from middle men, to a high man, baby bird assassins,
Who asking, about me, dont be part of the last dying trilogy,
James Floss Aug 2017
Number two gets knocked around
Snockered and knockered by
Plans backfired.

But Orville knows deep in his heart
(that is red red red as his nose)
That number two is still good, too.

One, golden, pure as driven snow cones
Head high held in the ozones
Knows not what just misfired.

Number three, trickster, conspired:
Pitting one against two.
What transpires inspired is clown!
Cold karats see the bunnies tryna cop Marriotts
Im chilling with horses chariot not a parrot
No repeating cycles only to my flows portals
Lord of the stars looking afar burning tar
From out of my jar mind amazed glazed
Off the purple haze sour be simply lemonade
A serenade the streets made me wicked
Stopped chasing tickets followed the Senate
Heartless since society left me apart of this
crumb of the pies see how many souls die
Tryna reach gravity but they filling the skies
With lies otherwise I still hang out with guys
with mob ties open eyes once a gun rise
Surprised quickly analyze then bake thighs
Of my girls take off her pearls til she Earl's
******* throwing up ****** her vibe throw up
mad energy I become her she becomes me
All in the family stocked with synergies
pinpoint serious this ain't a radio or cameo
Just making be known throw a dog a bone
See how many clones can't even style they own
I'm gone sparkle flash taste the sunny delight
Vitamin d no deficiency black and godly oddly
They hate my skin cuz its resonates power within
Born in a state of sin lotto pinning no ending
Since birth was a certificate it was made intricate
No dependant I'm taking back my independence

We all apart of the oil money overseas slummy
still winding deals with Saudi Arabia
I'm telling ya the love will getcha hit cha With a bow from Cupid arrows thoughts travel
Below low level frequency peeped the scenery
Since I was younging hungerin'
Game grit didn't get enough milk off my mom's ***
So my seeds have it rest of what's left chef
These lyrics with no pots golden slots
all squared away with no words to say
Chillin' at the Swiss banks like begging thanks
Of a welcome let's gassed these scums
From America to New Jerusalem
Cruising banging old school jams slams
In my 9-deuce caddy brougham mean as a ram still count grams
From a sabrina witchcraft the draft laugh
Only to unknown bring in the ozones stones
Got me buggin' holding a gem as I'm thuggin'
Smoke somethin cousin's fakers wasn't
With us from the beginning now they pitching
With no strikes still wear Cortez nikes stripes
Worn since I grab my brown uniform uninformed
By society pending charm madly induce harm
Brothers turning Cosby **** the media scenery
Tryna paint me as a bad image instantly
No facts but I'm stitching Vincent's
A blood draw of pulp fiction see kissing
Slugs from the bodies that got drugged and dugged

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