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Aaron LaLux Jul 2016
Warning Shots

Yo boy just chill,
I don’t give a fck I’m a muthafckn gangsta,
don’t be fooled by this smile on my face,
nothing funny around this way boy,

I’m from the streets,
don’t underestimate this cracka,
just because I’m white doesn’t mean ****t,
we’re all strapped and we don’t play either,

I’ve had guns in my face,
looked straight down the barrel,
told those jackers they had the wrong guy,
waited a few weeks to sic the bloodhounds on them,

look man,
everything I am is real,
24 karat gold on my neck,
passport full of stamps,
angel wings on my back,
represents my lil sister that passed,
she’s my Guardian Angel,
she watches over me,
I’m not scared of death,
actually I welcome such things,

in the City of Angels,
where you could become one any moment,
born and raised,
from Mulholland Dr. all the way to Crenshaw in Compton,

come on son,
no need to test,
do you know how many mouths I feed,
do you know how many families depend on me,
do you really think that all of these,
cats I know will let you take the food from their mouths?

Don’t be so naive,

please,

just chill,
I don’t give a fck I’m a muthafckn gangsta,
don’t be fooled by this smile on my face,
nothing funny around this way boy,

I’ve really been there,
crack smoke and 40’s,
crackheads suckin’ *****,
used to call them Five Dollar Shorties,

of course we,
now dress well and don’t be startin’ ****t,
when you’re from the streets and had to eat beef,
once you get out you don’t want any part of it,

I started with,
no money not even a dollar,
and the best part about becoming self made,
is now I don’t have to be bothered,
I don’t have to engage with losers,
I don’t have to waste time with broke fcks,
I don’t have to engage with haters,
I don’t have to quarrel with the hopeless,

I wrote this,
as a warning and as a lesson,
the warning is don’t fck with us,
unless you come offering blessings,

the lesson is you can make it to,
if you just stop hating dude,
and if you want to try and take it dude,
trust me I’ve got gorillas that would just love breaking you,

I know guys with monster hands,
they could lift you up by your face,
then crush you whole skull in,
what part of don’t fckn fck with us do you not understand?

Yo boy just chill,
I don’t give a fck I’m a muthafckn gangsta,
don’t be fooled by this smile on my face,
nothing funny around this way boy…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

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Straight Up
Tucker Freeman Oct 2012
This is america.
It's a one of a kind.
You can buy **** at the store.
You can bide your time.
Voting red or blue.
Is a favorite pastime.
Doesn't really matter which side you choose.
Like it doesn't matter if a poem will rhyme.
Hell you could write freestyle poetry about nothing
and that's accepted.
Cuz this is america and you're free to be an idiot. Inspected. Suspected.
Slot machines and credit cards
Stop lights and go-go bars
Social security and national debt
Red white and blue baby
We're the best!
Patriots of olde
and punks of New.
World Order abound
The olde ways are through!
By and by
Time after time
Woe are to those
With woman and child.
Times is tuff says the country station
but be the 5th caller
to win this Ozark vacation.
Skoal and Miller High Life 40s.
Marlboro Reds, rap music and shorties.
Sorry shawties but midgets are better.
What's more profound
than talkin bout the weather?
I forgot the original point
that I wanted to share with ya
but **** it, you know what I mean?
This is america.
This too was performed live at the Presidential Ball of Poetic Honors in 2011. Not received as well.
April Hapner Apr 2012
"Time"

Call in time
Free your mind
Feel your life
All Start To Combine
In this blender
We Call Time.

**************

"Tides"

­Influence possibilities
Enforce change
Please say you did it in vain
Tides rise and fall
Things fade
Give me that chance again?

**************

"Can't"
­
Call in sick today
See the doctor right away
Seem to understand the drag, the system's lack
Wear colors, just black.

...Only
To find you're on your back.
Instead of spamming, these are too tiny for 3 little posts. all were done in one day, back in 2006.
"Can't" is talking about a single subject.
Geanna Jul 2018
Deep inside where nothing's fine
I think I finally lost my mind
.....
The deeper I think
The deeper I seem to sink
.....
I don't want to be me
I don't want to be someone else
I just want to disappear
.....
And then the last thread snapped,
leaving her without a reason ..
A reason to breathe
.....
Flavored bullet shots
Deadly love
Stolen screams
And broken cries
Nat Lipstadt Jan 2014
Bus poems are shorties written on the way home,
riding the M31 thru Manhattan. Often silly, often not...

There is a contest that does not involve my P.S.F.
(Preferred Sport Franchise) this weekend,
truly don't give a good ****** who wins,
but that is no excuse to deny me my sir sore-losing,
victim status,
so richly deserved.

A triumvirate of doctor, g.f. and medical tests,
have on the field ruled,
once a year, a conjugal visit permitted,
tween my arteries and chicken wings.

there will pigs in blankets demanding attention,
potato knishes, and cole slaw juices,  and a
foreign dignitary, Sayyid Cous-Cous,
lining up along side the quarterback  who will be
'winging' honey and spicy passes to his favorite receiver,
this couch coach and impartial observer.

This is my Sunday fare.
If insufficiently highbrow,
for all you poetic aesthetes,
have no fear,
this athlete gastronomic,,
victim of his victuals,
will prepare mentally
by hanging with King Lear once more,
sharing a verbal tasting menu,
the day prior,
who once called me,
at a Giant super bowl party,

“A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel *****: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.”*
― William Shakespeare, King Lear
Not my finest, but you try and write standing up in an overheated bus
on the potholes they call streets in my city. As for King Lear, I still think he was just a verbose, whiny, sore losing Boston fan
derick gibbs May 2014
there's nothing personable about wintry skies above the boston harbor
it gets ugly along the ridgepole of rhode island and providence plantations
this time of year

i ink off the dome
along the varicose veins of these violent streets

we smash more
because life indoors
is the gateway to new manners
or points of psychosis
if your boo doesn't get you
enough to get along

it storms snow where we bump

some think it's fine
or that it's by design lakes freeze over here
and mold mirrors made with angels in mind
but it's a terrific tragedy
the death of colors, inhibitions and innocence
choked away from the branches certain seasons undress

the way no one knows enough to mourn

but mother nature's a chameleon
and new england is the skin that won't keep

it's the backend of the wannabe springtime middays in may
when shorties lose their minds again
a few hours every other day
rock cutoffs and capris
because the sun showed her shine again

but she's so premature
and we've dreamed dreams before this way
against the grain
so we get high to get by like smokeheads do

but i need something sexier to wake up to
like garden birds and backyard bird feeders
american robins and the orioles
that i imagine must use their sugar water to maintain better bongs

because it's a slow burn...
the backside of northeastern calendar months

and my consequent mood swings
are 1 of 2 things that need adjusting
but it is what it is, and too cold anyway
so smiles crack beneath the pressure
like glass poets in poetry slams
#IMUPDREAMIN
Elliott Jun 2017
I am reaching out for you. I reach to the deep corners of my heart where the darkness begins by its shadows cover; where there was a small hole from the first woman I loved.

I'm reaching to pull the arrow that grown baby in the diaper shot me in the *** with,

I'm reaching for where he's missed and shot and left scars is big as that gaping hole in my heart that Never seemed to heal correctly.

I'm reaching. I'm reaching for the day I saw you in that wheelchair my first day of marching band and someone said we'd be a cute couple of shorties.

I'm reaching for the day I switched seats and you were directly across my black eyes and I could feel my pupils dilate at least 45 percent.

Oh god this is amazing.

I'm reaching into the corners of my mind where I keep my biggest secrets and I'm reaching for you.
Another lovesick love poem
Julie Grenness Sep 2016
I have invented a sport called Yogates,
What, indeed, is this, if you please?
Why, for you, it is inertia, you see,
You lie under a blanket, only breathe,
You wear what you like in Yogates,
A steady state of not doing,
No, you are not doing Yoga or jogging,
In cute couture like shorties,
You are not swimming in pool or sea,
No chlorination fever for thee or me,
No lycra or spandex triathletes,
No marathons for fluoro funnies,
So, this is multi age or gender, see,
Yes, all you do is lie there and breathe,
Now you can opt to do Yogates,
Or not, it is not compulsory!
Feedback welcome. This is a very relaxing sport.
Ryan P Kinney May 2019
Assembled by Ryan P. Kinney
From works by Russ Vidrick, Connie Kopko Kramer, MaxWell Shell, Lennart Lundh
Additional content from Saga of the Swamp Thing vol. 1

At dawn
It is more interesting
The sparrows sing

That cloud looks like the starship Enterprise: a vessel of hope and discovery; a vapor. This sweet potato destined for the curry’s a carp: Japanese-lucky, walleye-man’s curse. And the cross-cut carrot? It ain’t an iris, a hint about eye-health. Friends, it’s just fun: not science, not God. Also, it’s dinner.

A fountain of youthful talent chemically imbalanced.
...with a grey skull full of He-man.

The road behind them curls
like a river taking the easy way,
not really caring where it goes
as long as it's someplace else.

The sky’s aflame. He skulks back to his mud, his ferns and stones. It is unease he feels, without a name, or merely autumn gnawing at his bones. The things of shadows vanish with the night. Worse horrors still are (may be) heralded by light.
Ryan P Kinney May 2019
Assembled by Ryan P. Kinney
From works by Gabriella Ercolani, Dr. Benjamin Anthony, Heather Munn, Vicki Acquah, Tanya Pilumeli
Additional original content by Ryan P. Kinney

Bewildered is the conscience of a dancer
whose unified self wishes to remain true
to a lover,
to family,
a social circle.
Yet a facet of the face must make love
to the masses;
each hungry audience that idolizes the mask,
she slowly exposes.

Then he saw the little movements where her belly was and now were taut muscles barely holding back guts and little faces with eyes shut snakes tiny tongues clicking, tails wrapping around

Atlantic waves
Soothing
Tsunami crashes; my mental health strews memory about like road sand.

A child asks for two dollars
To help me from his heart-
My maintenance software
Opens to error messages-
"Man pushes glasses up
On his nose-incidentally";

Resistance subdued
Take her then
Junk in the corner
She's worthless to me

This is no kindness in this man.
He is gluttony incarnate.
Consumption just to flaunt his aristocracy to the peasant.

You enter the world empty-handed and you will leave it empty-handed.
StaticNSage Dec 2016
Opinion of the other side
How come people in poverties realm constantly multiply
Last year in Boston alone too many neighbors died
At the hands held that moral depression
Theres a hope in every child
I hope that answers it clearly, efforts to rebuild
Oasis in depression
Poetry in regression my inspiration needs a refill
Cussing to bullet point the finer line of the message
You get it? If not, in time you will
Real people feel the weight of real stressing
You ever feed you're family on respect
When it only takes peace signs to count you're blessings
I'm out
My family is beautiful, the type that holds you're breath
No doubt
Some days I can't breathe like word of mouth
I walk the shorties through the motherland like a daily routine
Reality is killing me, drop them off to knowledge
Beg them
Don't forget to dream
These hustlers **** you're born diamond shine
Disgusting
Watch our humanity of human race compromise, I want to Phoenix ash rise, the last man standing
You can see the future
Playing out in my children's eyes
I'm straight praying that playing field ain't too damaged
Yeah I be from the south so watch ya mouth
Before you get duct taped ***** by deaths draps ya verses wack as Drake
To Meek Mills skills I drill til ya feel my flows oh so real slam ya with a force harder than Shaquille haters claim they real?
Til they see ya shine appeal then try to steal
Cuz they got no flows to spill so ya better chill
Before my guns raise and blaze leave you in a eternal daze pastors giving praise
As casket lays flesh soon decayed
As ya tooken away from the death angels that stayed
Preyed over ya body I be the Illuminati risin' kundalini hang with shorties who pack shotties quick to make dead bodies
It ain't nothing to a playa so stop bluffin' before you get a snuffin' htown roughin'
Up the bids put that on my kids look what I did?
Shook the game attached my hooks country as Garth Brooks still gettin' looks
From fine black latinas mamacita senoritas stickin' to my pita
bread cuz my **** lines red
Nothing but hardness instead style like Frank Lucas blowin' hookah with a stash of Buddha
Trap the game triangled like Bermuda
Death made from those I slayed this ain't no charades just a taste of my rap alcollade
Another haters throwin' shade I'll fade still leanin' sittin' sideways like them boys in the days
Sippin' purple lemonade with a fresh fade
......Mayne Htown holding crown knocking out clown you'll drown
With no water so don't try to slaughter *******



Southsia fo Lia Nia

While I'm sittin' clean I'm flickin' off hataz like Mr Bean autos aim for ya peen still stickin' for cream livin' out my dream
I'm biggie layin' sigils led to sequels street general turnin' hard rhymers minimals
Role with mobster criminals an animal guns eat though ya flesh like a cannibal true intellectual my flows phenomenal
I'll stretch ya Abdominals for the coroner down the spiritual corridors as the blackness pours
See me gold plated breast in armor coming to swarm ya
It's legion of demons plottin' & schemin' like Keenan
Ivory Wayne's I'm stuck into ya brains
With no syringe suckas pretend I don't get wins? Never seen L only when spit phrases like Big L pockets swell while I'll give heat hotter than Hell
Kin to Satan so that should tell I don't dwell
On goodness cuz in genesis I was kicked out and landed in Exodus
Into the underworld blessed by Osiris mother earth givin' me birth layin' words that hurt reverse the flirt now suckas layin' in dirt
Found later like a fossil this for a ***** name Fussell I see you loosin' muscle
Step into my arena my flows meaner I'll lock jaw ya harder than Hyena
From the guns that'll grease ya into a freezer
Ya body displayed  cuz you had to pay
Ya soul up ya living foul since you a problem child
I gave you a taste of my omen owls *****....
Benevolence, when I spit, I make classics, in the present,
Past, future millenniums, thy kingdom comes,
Thy will be done, looking for pun, intended, beef I'll end it,
Rap comet, entered earth, make nature *****, omelette,
Cooked ya yoke, I ain't no joke, yo who want the smoke,
With the  yosef, most of the time, I'm either chilled, ill willed,
Thinking of ways, to make dollar bills, escape to Brazil,
High hills, let my head feel, all the rawness, regardless,
Of chaos, I toss, sitting like a boss, lifes a coin toss,
A *****, a glitch, advoid the seven day itch, see a witch,
Brewing up a spell, but itll fail, cuz I cast aswell, oh hell,
They say I'm crazy, learned the philosophy of Crawley,
Yall applaud me, when I'm only, swimming, in money,
Honey, leech to ya, when they see ya, an entertainer,
Still remain, the number one bachelor, spectacular,
Performance, on the mics I treat it right, old school,
Motown, like Melvins, bass in ya face, band played on,
All went wrong, shorties getting hyped, once I rap on,
The rawest beats, dejavu back on the revenue, I'm feelin blue,
Like jazz, alcohol Alcatraz, still wear my goalie mask, task,
Given out daily, flip the scabies, money girls to babies,
Treat you right, if you was my lady, but these days, is crazy,
They only want the drama, dont want be a wife, but a baby mama,
Looking at the trauma, giving to the kids, 18 year gig, ya dig,
I break the hallows, deep pride I swallow, hide the fours,
Stash away, the mediocre, invest, in self, as I polish, the core,
Raw, unfiltered but pure, lay my blessing, once i touch the floor,
All hands going in the air, yeah true player, for real, still,
The numero uno, rhymes sumo, who ya know, with a sick flow,
Ready to sto', more and more, sitting on top, of Mount Rap-a-more,
Yo I'm a just cool playa, from the black Himalayas, slay ya
Stylist, yosef the realist, merciless once I get a feel of this,
Beats knocking ya out of ya seat, bring the heat, it's so sweet,
Got the ladies rockin, ain't none stopping, we stay locking,
Down the strip, clubs with voluminous dubs, cherubs
Waiting for the smooth pitching, I play the criminal position,
Ready to jack her thoughts, without her being caught,
Paying attention, mental ammunition, strong baby so no dissin,
Me, I'm tryna start a family, but uh I can't help it's the man in me,
The sanctity, of life is all lost, wish I could break the devils cross,
Why we gotta go,back in forth on the merry'go ******, let the cherry glow,
**** flow mental, waking up ya spiritual embryo, cycle
What about the title, yeah I was made from the best playaz,
Dont wanna ya walk with me talk with me,
let's breeze the sheets properly, baby feel my dire esctasy




Old school spice, somethin nice, like my shorties iced, enticed
By the sugar coated chocolate candy, caramel salt snails
Tryna get me to fail, oh well, this ain't ya average gangsta tales,
This is something for ya mind to dwell, on crisp out the song,
Yo sound the gong, the love wars has begun, lust horizons
Temperature rising, beyond the shining, darkness hiding,
The real feels, scared of a natural heal, ride loves thrills
Seems like a cursed will, is this a joke or evenly yoked,
TrynaFocus on her mind,and not her behind, baby girl let's grind,
Excuse me ma, I'm just letting off a few shots from my maw,
Dont fall for the Male toxicity, its saddity, good and plenty,
Real brothers out there, just let out the hot air, yeah true player
For real, harder than steel, giving women a touch of whip appeal
Rewind back to the days of hip hop real **** to crop
If I should drop before I awake I pray my verses take
Ya higher than rakim follow the leader believer
Of the old tradition hip hop can't be revived jived
By enough phonies can we blame ourselves
Or can we blame the record companies
Big pimpin' most folks still simping I'm rippin'
All DJs ******* up the airwaves with ******* says
They ain't saying nothing no more not even *******
No social commentary rest in peace hip hop
Cemetery see her obituary with past honoraries it varies


Feel like AZ feel only write lyrics that make ya feel
Words to heal feel what I feel this ain't a thrill
Motion reel taking ya throughout hip hops will
Still holding the principles let the steel shield
My universal paradigms dropping dimes crimes
By the industry rap judge charging ya with penalties
Ya guilty with robbery aggravated assault no jury
See y'all flexing jewelry flashing calling money
But the lines disconnected broke the disrespected
Ties with the unseen guys I spot eyes with eyes
Y'all ain't got no crown must be in the ground
Buried with her ex-lover conscious this is bonkers
We screaming war all out at ya fakes loosing weight
Used to be about slammin' doors fine shorties galore
Now ****** rolling with ****** rocking triggers
No longer about gold diggers flexing figures
I'm throwing elbows forget homies over hoes yo


Now some may get super mad envision like Chad
That's the **** C or better yet ODB baby Jesus feel me?
Rocking ya hands with no claps perhaps I'll slap
The next radio stations I see them hesitating waiting
For the next plot of hip hop still living off residuals
Income damaged the stardom stop laying Malcolm's
****** twice they lied too many times slimes
In the ice machine say they ain't out for the greens
But you'll lean out see me spit out a demons snout
Blood baths done best on Sunday round way doomsday
Always take the right away government
Proteges sways in extortion no abortions
Birthed in a collateral world just a small portion
But let's focus back on the grounds of hip hop
Tried to plant my thoughts green still a mic fiend
That rakim yearned for against the world Shakur
A Warrior forever holding the seeds of hip hop
It don't stop until the next chick gets the ***** drop
bennu Aug 2020
.
the setting is a walk-in closet, because i was in a walk-in closet when i had this sudden weird daydream. the guys are really drunk hanging out at one of their houses after a party

James Franco (checking on a friend): to the tune of "The Big Bang" by Rock Mafia, sorta stage-whispery and drunk-in-a-closet-y

The Big Big Bang,
The reason for ma ****,
The shorties wanna bang
and all i can say is


(FRANCO pulls aside, placing hand on forehead as if to see something in the distance)

DANGGGG

JONAH HILL is already sitting in corner, rolling way too hard and crouching over a trash can.

Jonah (totally wasted): The Big Bang isn't the reason for your ****, Franco.

SETH ROGEN was tailing Franco, and butts in.

Seth: Actually, Jonah, it totally is. The Big Bang created everything.

Jonah: (looks aghast)

FRANCO AND SETH turn to each other, brimming with laughter

Seth: He's realizing it!

Jonah: (pukes into trash can)

Franco: And I guess he'll realize the rest of it later, huh? (winks)

JAMES FRANCO leaves the closet, locking the other two behind him without hands. He then proceeds to the kitchen, followed by a trail of fire, as if there were a spontaneous trail of gasoline. As the room fills with smoke, banging is heard from the unfortunate souls in the closet. It sounds gay. FRANCO'S eyes glow red like coals and he laughs an awful, bass, demon laugh. It was just edited by a computer though, that wasn't real. FRANCO removes a bagel from the freezer. He microwaves it. *******.
ya boi is bennu (by Matt Shaw)
Spazz out on beats puffing sweets shorties looking neat
To my meat I give em a pleasant greet upon the seat
I chill with thirty thousand pharoahs Egyptian spirals
Retrace back to my legacy face they shot of my nose
From Napoleon soldiers guns that rose I'm standing chose
By my foes just anotha leg of the devils woes only the poors
Feel thees ghetto blues laid down with no clues glues
Tha average nay sayer **** to players ultimate layers
Of scripture torment hell bent most of my life I spent
Around fakes can't get another take on life's stake wait
I'm holding my breath to long tryna prolong positive
Connotations temptations weighed in on my patience
Still I rise above occasion occupy wisdom of ancient


No fairytales knock a ghost out of shell forreal
Cuz death never seems so happy call me slappy
Once you see the white lights flashing bright
Off on sight wait I'm just learning wrong over right
Insight of the hidden wisdom most lurked by the dumb
I stay at my own hums of the drums left the crumbs
For the nitty gritty still rep for my city critics litty
Tryna blow up my spots I ain't paperboy

Fools eating too much soy ranting paper boy?

It's more joy to life then begging a knife of strife
Leads to nothing trife fans to foes leeching
Catch the tip I'm preaching guns reaching
Tryna short your success but I stay above the rest
Keep the crest ak sun flashing elegance
Magnificent to the eyes of the triple beams teams
Working on self meditate health combat stealth
Sitting on riches star child rocking like Mose on the nile
Baby tantrums erupt the brain cuz of unexpected conundrums


Dramas pick pocket ya eyes socket last of the real prophets
Can't stop it they wish they could top it top tier lyricist
Swordfish bring on the genius word to the new created genesis
Living in a world full of exodus every flesh is a dead lust
Failed by luxury too many mistakes for humanity sanity
Seems to be a new abnormality I feel like Ms Waters
Holding the umbrellas to block the reigning berrettas
Check it folks still chasing funky cheddar however
How can u endeavor over the calm stormy weather's
Can't get over the sounds of the groovy beat tellers
Cashing my thoughts to very will of a carnivorous drop
Eat ferocious heats atrocious so just embrace the closes
Thing to real flash the heat of steel beaming reels sequels
Of a flash back of ya life's relapse this aint Em fool
I'm dropping a jewel so many try to play it cool cruel
With the axes of mics I split I sit in silver damien Abraxas
Facts is I'm climbing the underground biz this ain't for kids
Or for the weaks's i flaunt for flawed speeches foes speechless
Once they see how serious I get every flows spit with grit

— The End —