"pates" poems
Il était trois fois,
Deux petites araignées,
Qui faisaient la course
À qui tire le plus court fil.
C’était toujours la rouge qui gagnait,
Car son sang coagulé,
Sur le bout de ses pates,
Rendait ses mouvement plus lents.
Elle faisait de toute sa faiblesse,
Couler son âme noire,
Emprisonnée dans son troisième œil,
Afin de rendre son fil plus visqueux.
Son amie, aveugle de ses sept yeux,
Ne voyait que son propre parcours,
Elle n’avait jamais à refaire son tour,
Son chemin étant déjà tracé.
Elle n’avait ni crainte ni peur,
De son adversaire satanée,
Cachée du côté,
Où elle ne pouvait regarder.
Bercée par sa nonchalance,
Elle ne se doutait point,
Qu’elle était le fruit,
Du dessin de son amie.
Il était trois fois,
Une petite araignée
Futur d’un passé oublié
Sur un papier accroché
A la toile de cet instant.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
when you try
to
escape
through the cracks
of an
empty space
your theme music
dis-
si-
pates.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
Denmark’s a prison
Where all are guards and all are inmates -
I must be the Queen
For I am held in chains,
Caught by the currents of my own thoughts;
Alas – I never learned to swim.
I am an echo chamber,
A thought is a ball kicked over and over and over and
Can I not pass law to cease this bruisement?
Goal! I speak,
And my thought is no longer contained within me
But in the world, circling the pates of the court.
Sweet, your lover calls you,
Even now;
As the battle with corruption corrupted you.
Justice, you promised me;
I no longer believe in justice.
I loved him, though his love was a leash;
You took from me my cage and now I cage myself.
Scheming and plotting against schemers and plotters –
No longer knowing ourselves as once we did,
No longer viewing the world as what it is –
If only I had seen!
You would not have abandoned me now.
You will not come again?
You will not come again.
The King is fallible,
The usurper of God is not omnipotent;
I see the traces of that which he strives to hide.
His mask is good, true, but –
A mask cannot hide all:
England is the trickster’s smiling blade,
I know so.
I mourn you, as I mourn all that I know:
This ends with the destruction of a nation.
I miss your presence beside me.
Your soft eyes, looking only at my face,
At my face only.
I was safe with you.
Hearts mirrored in forbidden affections;
Switch places with me,
Let us not be ****** for desire.
Marriage is man and wife, man and wife,
You saw the lies.
Kick, quick, pick the flowers,
One for each noble skeleton.
I show their secrets in petals and songs:
The language of the mad, the insane, the crazed fools –
Fool I am, I see all, hear all, know all.
Hang their weeds in the weep of the willow,
Cursed crowns of concealed corruption.
I reach –
A tear breaks –
And I am overwhelmed by swirling thoughts,
Sinking deeper into the abyss of my mind.
Smiling trickster, smiling blade – Pretty Ophelia!
A will not come again.
I will not come again.
No one will mourn me,
There will be no one to remember:
This ends with the destruction of a nation.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
Check it I ain't no joke
You see from the lyrics that smoke
And make any haters provoke
Got em in a choke hold
Rhymes is bold once the stories told
I create the crease n make em all fold
My styles wild funky tell me about oooo child
Things are gonna get brighter
Set the my dynasty so I can retire
Hot as a fire blazing through paragraph
Suckas didnt get the last laugh
Bombs flows like Baghdad
Clean as Sinbad and who dat?
Thought they rock the mic like me
I'm the punisher from the fifth demenision see
I got minds hypnotized by the time realize
I'll be over the horiz' on lyrics made for stunned
Make emcees run a marathon
Once they hear my machine gun
Of lyrics couldn't even clear it
The smog that is word to my unborn kids
Look what the lyrical arsenal did
Rippin' through stages battlin' any ages
Trap in cages
Of my mind concealed and confined
With the funky medina
Check your antidote
As i up the rap ranks cuz
I ain't no joke
Tongues punching a rhymes
Destined to be mine sound mind
Beat yours everytime through each and every line youll fine
The dopest not many could cope to this
Some say ludicrous others think of it as a diss
Mad cuz they girls blowing me a kiss
And they reminisce
All over me got the pete that's ready to rock who's gone top?
Me if setting the crop far from a slop
Make em like floor and watch me mop
Out competition one man commission
Hurry up yall come see what ya missin'
Jewelry glistening
Anointing pates likeit was a christening
Many wasnt listening
Crossem hang em up like crucifixion
While others in a smote just take notes
Cuz big yosef a rhymer n I ain't no joke
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC