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****** and ******* ain't **** let's play house...


Huh its so many ****** and ******* claimin'
They real
When they only showing out for mass
Appeal
I'm a gangstarr cuz all eyes are on me look at
The insanity
Fools claim they livin' it when they fakin'
It
See the demons chillin' in the snake
Pits
The hardest to hit none above me so keep on
Talkin' ****
Advance my haters to an early grave make
'Em my slaves
Treat em worse than Pharoah my rod and staff
Shall conquer
****** and ******* tryna diss me subliminally but they ain't  stopin' me
Or droppin' me with so many phonies switchin' up
Personalities
I'm addin' Talleys from another fatality huh I'm
War veteran
So keep on talkin' got all these *******
Walkin'
Feel my shadow of death I see the colds from ya
Breath
Ya casket bound soon to drown and get
Pound
Fake folks all around say they about unity but
I feel ya anger enraged
Suckas mad cuz my mind ain't caged and
Staged
Plays of drama word to my mama most ****** on
Her livin' they life in
fear
Say the same **** different day which results
That make no pays
My own people worse than them pale devils I'm
A warrior and a rebel
So come on let the games begin bring on the
Sins
Showin' out too hard for pain I see you getting
Migraines
But y'all ****** ain't ready for my war games so
******* fake ****** and dames cuz real folks
Ain't the same huh





Now that I've been crucified I turned
To the dark side
My melanin hide ain't got **** but my
Pride
Fake ****** fear me mad cuz I
weakened their energy
Circling around me I see a ****** of
Crows
Visions of me chained by own
People
Death row feel the depths of hell
Below
Embraced by the revolutionaries
principles
Labelled an animal I'm a terrorist cynnical
Makin' miracles
Once the pen and pad touches my hand I
Form a band
Of legions see these ****** barely breathin'
And reachin'
Out no doubt let the gun muzzle rest on their
Snout
Lord forgive 'em for they know not what they
Do
Still give em ghetto blues soon to snooze you
Lose
Huh Everytime ya try step into my sward from the
SP to the Third ward
I was born hard from fake friends to family
Y'all ******* cant ****
With me
Too many tattoo tears shed I'm.feelin' like what
Pac said
Say real **** on the streets ****** iz gunnin'
Bullets at ya head!!!??



#fakeconsciousness #allafad #foolstillwithaslavementality #stillinthesestreetz
#fakefolksalwaysthefirstoclaimtheyreal
#muth­afuckazwannaseemeinmycasket

Just like Pac said "my own people turned on
me I'm tryna reach & stand for
my people
but my own people
put a bullet in
me" (echoes)
This is a special dedication to a fake conscious sista you a joke loc
Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
at this moment
you are the light
that twinkles in my eye
the source in my chest
that makes my heart melt
then my mouth stops runnin
only to let my mind race
just for a while
then you change
that twinkle transforms
as well as my chest
that twinkle is a flame
not one of lust but anger
that source that once warmed
now cools till it freezes
see when i begin to think
just like you claim you do
i wont ask a question
cause i know the answer
the original spark
that gave what we had
that special glow
is gone
replaced wit this new one
refurbished for you
since i liked to see
your smile more than i
liked to see mine
little things i see
trigger the actions you
cant seem to believe

i have forgiven you
even though u cant see
i havent forgotten
and it angers me
you dont understand
i wanted the world to know
how much of my heart
belonged to you
and only you
3 separate times
my heart shattered in pieces
not **** i thought about
while i was alone and bored
based on facts presented
to me and those u admitted
had a shread of truth
this tango we dance
is makin my feet hurt
but im stuck
in this lust trance
you put on me
the night of our prom
when u took something from me
the last of my innocense
something u promised to
never do again to anyone
cause virgins
become too clingy
i might forget the
phrase you say
word for word but
the pain tends to stay
like a hangover from
liquors u cant seem
remember u drank
the way i looked
replacing a P wit a F
i looked like a fool
the *** u hate to look like
when u put u through
the shame type of bull
you deficated on my plate
when i served you
like the queen i see
the one i wanted to be
with but things changed

i have this gemini type
feelin for you
the i love you now
but u irritate me later kind
i wouldnt mind a future
before i flash back
i wont be happy tho
after the past flashed
showing me the main fact
i need security
something i havent felt
since our love was new
i never let it show
cause deep down
in my heart in knew
things might change
for the better but new
issues flew my way
so i watch and wait
for another movement
from the bowels
of your jealousy
and greed for me
which in my eyes
isnt really where
i wanna be

my love will never die
for you but my doubt
also is immortal cause of you
and poor judgement
when i dont show
what you want in me
you find it in another
tryin to pull jealousy
from me i wont
be a pawn in your
love/chess game
this song is reachin
its end and im switchin
to another partner
one who mirrors my
good as well as bad
no jealousy and switchin
to another man who
gives you attention for
what you carry
while your walkin by
she who loves me
even if i were
to choose you
something you dont have
the heart to do
(c) Wayne Pritchett October 2010
Smoke the mirroR Sep 2015
im switchin back n forth from the past to present like time is stretching and my mind is elastic
im trapped inside a casket siftin through my brothers, mothers and cousins ashes
they keep metal chains wrapped around my ankles and wrists like i am natural born savage,
padded room and straight jacket, psychosis like you cant imagine,
icicles dripping off the ticking of the clock, tears dripping down the wall like molasses,
swervin in my kayak cuz im addicted to liquor and tabacco,
crystal **** crack and smack from the invasion
forcing Russian Orthodox as my baptism,
certificate of indian blood 25 percent Aleutiq,
but im down with any Eyak, Yupiq, Tlingkit, Haidan, or Athabaskan,
i speak english cuz they stole the native tongue from my Grandma and my Grandpa,
trying to paint a picture of the mask that ive been wearing as i stare at my reflection,
all i see is that i am just another average cold blooded alaskan
STLR Dec 2016
half dead, half alive
I've set the ******* aside

A lack of communication
made relationships complicated

no in between or compromise
just apartment evacuation

secrets and her temptations
for other girls in disguise

never seeing my family
broke my family ties

relationship was a tragedy
but education for wise

this determination is simply brought to you by

making my circles smaller and putting middle fingers sky

I don't fear the exterior
only my inner mind

I give 2 ***** about what it takes to be "That Guy"

positive energy, I pass vibes
like blunts in reversed rotation then high five

No need for enemies, I connect friends
like social media connects via WiFi

your presumed assumption is that I'm a basic guy
and that I only listen punk rock & low-fi
and watch shows on Syfy

Well ****, my minds a calibration
of verbal & herbal celebrations

a cascade of cadences
spitting cyhper's inside a basement

surprised reactions to faces who are adjacent
I flow with sophistication

I feel like I'm re-bourne an moving forward like jason

rebellious red chariot ready for devastation
hilarious recreations of politically posh faces

freedom of speech, now hear me say this
**** all, who think they can get away with
being rude or a racist
lets do away with limitations
that cause friction and separation

**** the order of the elderly
rules and the regulations

rules are meant for breaking
an tools are meant for the taking
watch me build a ******* nation
via verbal detonation, devotion and demonstrations

**** my ethnicity, my identity is nameless

Don't **** with the code
you'll get stuck in the ******* matrix

Pills an Anna Nicole
depression left in the cold

not a vomiting anorexic
but one who spits in the septic
verbal spitter & rhyme splitter via lethal needle injection

mud runner without a mold
I've left love in the cold
now I'm hoping that right is left in me

different directions I've traveled represents the best of me
I am my own friend, **** the fakes, I'm what I'm meant to be

don't judge with out a jury or without reading my life sentences
I've found peace in myself, I've finally found the rest of me

**** I ain't lost anymore!! this is what your witnessing
I am far from finishing, my vision is too riveting

no intermissions just missions to moons and galaxies
space shuttle launch from my brain, I create my own gravity
pull out your IPhone's or Screen Capture this With Your Galaxy
social media share button so all your friends can see

I've pieced the puzzle of my life, I need the glue its time to frame it
No more *******, just full clips of this flame ****

Fireball to faces, I'm in my own game *****!

pause if i wanna, smoke that **** that merry-hanukkah
shout out to my brother switchin lanes
likes its the autobahn
2017 I'm aiming to create a phenomenon

2017 I'm transforming to an auto-bot
******* to robo-cop
**** my solo-dolo ****
only spittin flames
like I'm chewing on a lava rock

that's melted lava for you fakes
wearing pajamas, dabbing to panda in a Honda wait...
my anaconda stretches condoms and eats a lot of cake..
my apatite is of dynamite all i need is safe..

I've cracked the code like De Vinci, come **** with me
Third Eye to the wise who think they know the secret
My code is of syntax created by cryptic code
just Netflix it, only a single X? lets fixxx it
comprehended what you just read them **** with it

I'm done with it, I use the letter the X to many times

I'm submissive..lets have a letter **** in a sub-riddit
16/19 May 2014*

Jane, I remember
How you took my heart away
Just like that, your words
Are pressure ‘n’ friction
Rubbed back ‘n’ forth
To beget a single spark
Set my heart on fire, burnt with d’sire
But we were young ‘n’ innocent
I thought it would pass, soon
But I was wrong

I asked myself,
When did I start writin’ letters?
And never send them.
If I did, t’was twice or thrice written
My head was happy, but my heart wasn’t
Half-heartedly tellin' you what I feel
Never lettin’ you know how much I love you
Just words: generic ‘n’ meaningless
Always sayin’ it’s not yet time

You didn’t even know
All those feelings ‘n’ gestures
Were switchin’ on ‘n’ off
Some days I would feel strongly ‘bout you
Some other, I didn’t know
Never findin’ courage to tell you
B’cause I wasn‘t sure anymore

Your smiles, always remind me
Of the sun, so warm ‘n’ raw
Decisively charmin’ ‘n’ infectious
All life glowin’, yet completely lethal
It melts my heart every time I see you smile.
I could go on like that forever.

I didn’t just picked you, I chose you
And I’m thankful to Him twice my life already
Someday, the butterfly in your finger will fly
Wherever it takes you,
I hope I’m the one you remember
I feel light ‘n’ happy to be able share to you
Like the first time, I’ve atoned for my sins

I blew up a lot of chances
But you always come around
When I almost lost you
I just accepted the fact
That this, this will ne’er gonna happen
Not in this lifetime.

But here comes the universe
And surprisingly conspires with me again
I had so little time to tell you this
And so many times that I wanted to
But my mouth will not cooperate.
I lose my thoughts.
I get cold feet.
I can’t catch my breath.
So I changed my mind every time
I come near you

I would’ve wanted to explain myself
But I didn’t get an openin’ to do so
And I didn’t know where to start.
B’cause if I did,
You will know the storms inside me
And if I crossed the line,
I knew there was no comin' back.
I was not prepared to lose you

I played the game
Of spillin' clues ‘n’ gut-feels,
But it didn’t work out, right?
That feelin' when you like
Someone so much that you think
And overthink how to tell her
And how anxious you are
That she may not feel
The same way about you.
All this time and in between,
I was just too scared to do that
My insecurities eat me again

Walk to the town ‘n’ out of the blue,
We have no more words to say
The silence was awkward,
I wanted to grab your hand ‘n’ hold it,
So we don’t have to talk much.
But I guess, it would’ve been worse
I don’t know why you do that to me.
I have a lot in my mind to say,
But I cannot speak.  
Thank you for keepin’ me company.

I’m sorry if it took me so long
To say all these bottled-up feelings.  
It’s been runnin’ in circles around me
And now I want to resolve them.
I want to make peace with myself.
But I have not acted upon it.
I always did calculated moves
Held back my thoughts before you
I didn’t want to lose,
Before I get even started

I cannot assure myself this, yet now I can.
With all the ups ‘n’ downs I’ve been through,
Pain is no different already.
I am no longer afraid
To the thought of gettin’ hurt
I love you and I’ll be—
Hurtin' for that, forever.

All the poems I wrote you
We’re not even close as half
To what I want you to read
I have written so much
That I’ve been dyin' for the day
You can finally read them
I wonder if it will ever come

These feelings could've gone
All the way forever without you knowin’
But, you were ignorin’ me.
I don’t know why.
I think of you all the time.
I had this emotional baggage
For the longest time now
And at some point, I knew,
It would snap.
I had to release them.
I tried so much to contain them
B’cause I value everythin’ that we have now,
Our relationship with each other.
I am happy that we are friends
I’m very lucky to have met
Someone like you.
But, I just have to let it go somehow.

You’re like a best-sellin’ book
Or a dandy set of clothes
That I can be contented
Just watchin’ from the outside.
But with that glass in between,
I will not know how good that book is—
Or if those clothes will fit me nicely.
I have to read it or fit it.
I believe there’s so much more
That I have to know about you
And that girl outside the glass
Is so much more inside.

You tormented me, Jane
Into summer blues and,
Cold ‘n’ lonely rainy nights
Listenin’ to the mixed tape I gave you
Lookin’ at the picture of you
In a painting I draw
But you didn’t see me
The sunglasses covered your eyes
I don’t know if you chose to
But this is the price, I have to pay
For not tellin’ you, the truth
But now, I did.

I just want to say sorry
All these feelings long bottled-up
Have escaped completely from me
I have to hold myself back
Never wantin’ you to hold on
To whatever that has to do with me

Maybe, I can go on and one day
I will be over you
Everythin’ in its proper places
I have loved you for five years
But for now, it’s time
For me, to stop countin’
All of the stars or sheep
I’ll watch them from here
Who knows, maybe it’s still you
At the end of the universe
Forgive me for the length. Some stories cannot be contained. Love again, L.
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2013
Early Morning ****
with mascara on her eyes
switchin side to side
and so much love inside
Beauty in your pocket
You just choose to flaunt it
Early in the morning
Lookin so good
Stirring those desires
given morning wood
thighs starting fires
on the way back to your hood
"how you doin love"
"sweetheart whats your name"
"baby where you going"
"I could love you girl for days",
Early morning walking
through these early morning talkings
you just love the feeling
all this great attention,
to bad with all this passion
they don't get to see your passion
they just catchin this emotions
going through the motions
but your fish nets do the trick
Early morning catchin
bringing in the money
without going through the actions
See I know where your coming from
I know where you been
i know whats in your pocketbook
Can you count the men
Early morning issues
after last nights rendezvous
Sleep your day away,
Sleep your day away...
Feelin' untouchable
Even though my mind is forceful
Telekinesis compellin' my adversaries
They had no choice but to bury
There own grave im far from saved
Since hells on earth I aint got no worth
Now media playin' hard to get
Puttin' every one of us in the caskets
Crooked *** cops cases get dropped
Cant get a job so we slanged rocks
And when they see us come up
They quick to lock us up
Society say we the ones corrupt
But **** that **** !!
Im some rebel what about reparations
For slavery??
Forty acres and a mule
Only thing we got was servin' the tool
With drugs n liqour in the hood
We killin' each for mild goods
Open up your mind with my mental nine
Call me hyprocritical but yall asinine
Still sayin' **** youuu to the churches
They God love us how nigguh?
We was lynched and burn for free nigguh?
Back in the days im throwin' shade
If you dont like it come n raid
Bring the pain to me and ill make yall ******* flee
Instead of being carry by six
Id be judged by twelve of the grand jury
N dont mourn me
Went i depart from this home
America's a ***** but i know yall say im wrong
Retrace back history
They repeatin' the same steps they did to my ancestry
Label me a **** *** outlaw raw
With this tell and when they come for me
My guns will be throwin' up
Got my mind made up word up


What about the homos rights?
****** now goin to come with the fights?
Crime shame community misguided and untamed
**** wish we i could turn back the hands of time no reason or rhyme
Got **** fools is switchin' to female roles
Got these thots takin' control of the household
Where the real men at?
Too busy in tight pants tryna pack a gat
Gay thugs lookin' sweeter than sour patches straws
Since you trick ***** open up yo jaw
Uh i know i might catch alot of hate
But dont give a **** about ****** rate
The enemy to man is thyself
Check yo self before you wreck
No respect
For our elders fools is jackin' for dumb ****
Tryna gain stripes off of weak kills
Why cant we team up and ****** the Capitol Hill
But these so called real nigguhs to scared
To face off but will off
One there own flesh n bones look for the drones
They watchin' our every instinct my eyes dont blink
Cuz if you do you'll miss the truth
They spreading hate and deception
While we headed for a depression
So much aggression
Makes me wanna load my smith n wesson
Now i got them ******* stuck
This is hold up
Robbery is the only way to go
I got my mind made uppppp!!!


Mike Hulstrom Sep 2017
See three dimensions, the vision is blending, not to mention
Never prepared for funerals he pretends he’s attending

Scatter thought; chatterbox, planning mad hatter plots
Like neighborhood ballers posting up on the block,
Flood the hot-spot and set up a rock shop,
Got gems and minerals with more in stock
The lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, can’t be stopped
Because three more always grow where the last head chopped

In his lair, tearing through the rarest of known tomes
Bloodied, preparing, bearing home-grown pheromones
While atoned-postponed rambo reloads ranged ammo
This ****** Stallone, left alone, changes the channel
He’s amorphous on his own
His thesaurus is his zone
Choruses to juxtapose
It’s just gorgeous when he glows
Like a broke back mat smacking crack to the dome
The knick-knack paddy-wack gives this dog a bone

One of zero ***** given.
Proposition; my vision
Requisition:
Mass transmission
Free the minds imprisoned.
Send them off christened,
Eyes bright, glistened
Blood thickened, muscles;
tightly stiffened
Sick with bliss, concisely conditioned
Well provisioned, and on a mission
Kids’ just wishin’
Fishin’ for dishin’s
Switchin’ positions like politicians

With destination anticipation
An explanations is all they’re craving
Get what’s deserved for misbehaving
Even adulated need saving
Jolly Rodger’s what’s left waving
Until the tomb needs engraving
El Dorado:
Yellow brick road, gold pavement

Just let your will blend from birth to urn
Cause I have to spend some worth to earn
Just like the
Sun comes round the bend come burst and burn
Me and the Earth, we’re both cursed to turn

Mind in a mutter, from the throat-cutter utter
Off cluttered, from sputtering up soft butter

Projectile vomitin’
Simple sad homonyms
Bent ones that haunted him
**** ones that taunted him

Crash, fell bumping a paladin’s ballad
Yelling from the cell, a hell that’s padded
Plain scabbard belt fastened
Brain splattered, well contrasted
Gotta face it, it’s just a facet
Haphazard basic *******

Dazed, he laid lazy in a field of daisies, crazy
still failing life in spite of praises, does not phase me

Never fully try, never fully fail, never succeed
He smokes **** ‘til his failure’s guaranteed

Somebody makes the calls; Atlas shrugged ‘neath it all
Pedestal built too tall; perhaps the world will fall

Out in the desert Kashmir looms like a mirage
Or am I breathing exhaust fumes in the garage

What good is my happiness, my reason, justice, or pity?
I don’t know why you’d ask me this, but I guess it’s all ******

Fight my battles rolling downhill,
Sit back while my verbs and nouns spill
Words not meant to astound, but still
Chill

I’m palm stroking broke minds
With ****** soaked rhymes

I can occur just like a canna crop trafficker
I infer with calipers; as amateurs get massacred
Like melon to Gallagher
A gallon of palaver
What else can you do but take the beat and ravage her

Precision thumbs commissioned this slurred-dumb, late ***
With blood, sweat and tears smeared on the surgeon's apron

Brazen, boring, shameless; facetious
What a ****** thesis to teach us, I mean, Jesus

Witness the riots;
Sit back in silence,
Eyeless; In a crisis
Righteous, feeling timeless

I’m a weak witted weapon without suppressants
At my peak, spit blessings that best luminescence
Testing, expressing questions;
a primordial presence
Learning lessons of the essence,
Leaning in ******* obsessions
Now back to the digressions,

Enchant the mic and pass her
a wish to go follow gets a focal fracture
By the aficionado postal slasher
My vocals compact like a dope oil extractor
Spoke, spat, and risen from the earth like the rapture
Lyrics locked in; like ‘final answer’
Do a vinyl transfer
Sample and enhance her

Burn sweetest flowers hourly
The meanest greenest sour D
Take a bouquet the day he take a dowry

Fine divine entwined nugs
Unwind with the kind bud
And when it comes to this composition;
Just try it; succumb
Peel open a dub, recline, combine lovely drugs and paper.
loses loose shrubs, keeps his grip: shrugs and taper
Lick with the spit on the tip of the tongue, and savor
Chip off the old lungs, word to pops, mums and neighbors
Long lasting, juicy like a fruity gum flavor
Meet your maker, brute ****! Astute *** behavior

Faulty wiring in our brains
Exalt me as I complain
Are we just Abel's and Kane's, soon to be slain?
Perhaps maybe just a tune to be played?
Who keeps the balance of pleasures between pains
Who breaks silence for treasures? Who’s blood stains?
Dang

As I think it through, inhale and breathe fumes
I fail to read moods, but still I’ll seek tunes
As the green room’s groove looms
And the smoke plumes perfume
He unleashes leeches,
the deed is; eat his wounds
word is bond i just vibe the song
words said straight off the top of the dome
no time to think
i let the spirits guide what I say as i lay
scripture into a poetic form
leave enemies scorned and uniformed
no uniforms
we rock t shirts jeans n boots
ready to shoot
down the commission
i knew about revelation
since i was baby in the fetal position
I knew i had a proposition switchin
sides get an automatic homicide
but i feel like the rest of the revolutionary
ill die young in the cemetery ready to be buried  
no honor and  no fame goes with my name
so how can i maintain
shots against the grain ?
my shell shock intellect make heartbeats drop
im angelic & mystic kick out ballistic statistics
fools get pistol whipped
once flip my automatic tongue flips
ya know ya hung
like lynching clear the bench for distances
like millennium i travel a thousand years
in one day like the Lord say
pray for better days
and let wisdom guide you not astray
for they say
the tip of the arrow
parted the air within
only come back in
together no traces of flow in motion
violent soft touch
causing commotion
**** this **** got me floating
past cloud nine its hard for me to ground my feet
when enemies always tryna put ya in an eternal sleep
Breanna, I fear you, to hear you near you when you boil a wren like
a California chicken kitchen cook who sews ***** by hem-stitchin'
in dawning hours when plane Earth's keen on night-to-day switchin'
I laid asleep in the deepest dream
Till the alarm shattered my mind
How quickly came the mornings sounds
Get Up! Is it really time?

I look and see I'm started late
The clock it must be broke
How can it be. Did I set it wrong?
Is someone playing a joke

I quickly arise to meet the day
Prepared for a shower that's hot
Then I recieve a shocking surprise
As I find the hot water is not

I begin to dress in double time manner
It was time to be headed out
Then I turned around and took a step
And my cat shrieked out a shout!!

My heart now racing along with me
I find myself in the kitchen
At first it was eggs and bacon
But due to time now I'm switchin

I'll now have toast from the toaster
I'll make it a double stack
Up it pops in its alloted time
Crispy and burnt and black

Forget the toast I have no time
But caffeine is a must
I find no sugar no creamer no spoon
Looks like coffee is also a bust

Out the door at last I go
Coffee! Man I NEEDED that!
Then low and behold I look to see
Out of the four one is flat

Can you believe because I cannot
BLEEP and BLEEP and BLEEP!!
I call the boss ,"Sorry I'm sick"
And I go back to sleep.

RLB
Jay Jimenez Mar 2013
A wobblie stool
is so lame
Everwhere I go to drink or eat
a wobblie stool always the same
infact I look way more drunk because of this **** chair.
I try to kick my foot up to stop it
Try switchin stools
Try to put a box of matches underneathe it.
nothing works
it all boils down
To me not being heavy enough to way it down.
Jamison Bell Oct 2021
Upon a place no man has stepped.
A lonely girl knelt and wept.
Her family lost, her hope as well.
She’d brought along a little bell.
She started to dig where her tears had fallen.
For she could hear her best friend callin.

Faintly was the scent of death.
From out of the dirt, she smelled her breath.
She presented the bell before the hole.
And shook it thrice to hear its toll.
Sulfuric smoke seeped from the ground.
The forest stopped and made no sound.

“Right the wrongs done to I, so that I may cease to cry.
Free them from their mortal coil, so that in hell they’ll burn and toil.”
A scream like that of a banshee ripped.
From out of the hole a fire slipped.
A winged demon emerged in sight.
Dripping hate and firelight.

From out of the burning debris and embers.
At the feet of ancient timbers.
A winged version of this lil girl.
Stretched out her wings a did a twirl.
She looked upon the moon with ire.
Swearing to one day set it afire.

“Emily, where are you dear?
Please approach and hold me near.”
Emily then, bid her welcome
“Why dear sister are your visits seldom?
Emily I’ve missed you so.
I was sad to see you go.”

“I’m so sorry Laura. Please.
I stopped along the way for these.”
Emily held out daffodils.
That she had brought down from the hills.
Laura smiled and cocked her head.
“Much like I, they’re also dead.”

Many things had lived and died.
Since they were by each other’s side.
Emily watched as her sister drowned.
She made no effort or even sound.
Laura’s death was for good reason.
Her mood was death for every season.

Emily had seen her sister ****.
Standing by and standing still.
Then there came that night now haunted.
When Emily would not be daunted.
Laura had taken Emily’s cat.
And gone outside with a bat.

Emily then chased her still.
Towards the well upon a hill.
Emily returned that night.
Laura lost, no where in sight.
She’d watched her sister drown.
She made no move, she made no sound.

The two embraced and cried in quiet.
They both did wrong and both stood by it.
"Emily your heart feels cold against my skin,
it was not like that way back when."
"It's been so dark since mother died,
father hasn't mourned or cried."

"Our mother died? Say since when.
Tell me Emily, begin again."
"Not long after I took your life,
our home became a place for strife.
The crops fell sick as did our cows,
as well as the chickens and the sows.

Our mother she neglected me,
she hung herself on our oak tree.
Then fathers friends they came right after,
they strung me up from the rafters.
One by one they had their way,
our father watched and took his pay."

Laura pulled away in awe,
uttering only "not our pa".
Emily sobbed and lowered her head.
"Our home is but a place of dread."
Laura slowly unfurled her wings.
"I will not stand for such awful things."

Her claws of black volcanic glass,
her cat like eyes let nothing pass.
Her shredded skin and fibers showing,
her thirsty fangs and eyes a glowing.
"Tell me Emily where is our father?
I'll let him be the first I bother."

"On the floor back at our stead,
with any luck already dead.
His friends are also probably there,
waiting there for me I dare.
Oh Laura dear I am afraid.
Please do not get hurt or scathed."

Emily put her knees to dirt.
"I only wish I couldn't hurt."
Laura took her sisters hand.
"Emily dear, leave this land.
Where your from you must never say.
Because for sure you'll die that day.

This is a curse I must bestow.
Because for every death there is a toll."
The sisters said goodbye once more.
Things won't be as they were before.
Laura flapped her wings to flight.
Emily walked into the night.

Laura perched upon the barn and saw.
Her fathers friends but not her Pa.
She changed her scent to that whiskey.
Then she willed away a man named Liskey.
In the barn up to the loft.
The hay was old, damp, and soft.

She waited for the drunkard there.
Her eyes aglow her body bare.
Liskey forced the girl against the joist.
Laura hung his body from the hoist.
While his friends below were sharing whiskey
Hanging high was Mr Liskey

Next there was a young man named Sam.
She made him cry like a wounded lamb.
This brought the others to the field.
She slayed them all she would not yield.
She tore their flesh and drank their blood.
She scattered their limbs into the mud.

The sun was set and about to rise.
To light upon such distant skies.
Laura made her way towards the ranch.
Stopping once to break a branch.
From off a tree her grandpa planted.
For there would be no mercy granted.

She found her Pa there in the kitchen
She raised her branch and started switchin'.
Her father awoke and screamed in wrath.
He tried to run and clear a path.
But Laura dear just kept on hitting.
He started cursing, fighting, spitting.

Her father suffered so many blows.
Just how many, no one knows.
He screamed until there was notheing left.
Not of the branch or his breath.
Laura knelt down by his side.
Unto the sun she would not abide.

Upon his cheek she pressed her lips
and traced his face with fingertips.
She took him by the legs outside,
then took him by his bleeding hide.
She lifted him with wings aloft,
he cried aloud while she just scoffed.

She stopped above her earthly tomb,
that cursed well, that demons womb.
"Father dear it's here you'll sleep,
here unto your death you'll keep."
She let him go and watched him fall,
his body slapping off the walls.

So now you know the story see.
Of our dear friend Emily.
Of what she did to be right here.
Her sins forgiven conscious clear.
I'm sure by now you surely see.
We better be nice to Emily.
Hold up world
Can you see my pistol
Flashing over your eyes
This ain't no surprise
Its an surprise
Outlaws raisin' gettin' praisin'
Shrinkin' Washington up
Like sundried raisin'
Continue blazin'
Chronic on my mind
But I ain't got time
To waste **** a paper Chase
We came for the race
Trading places eradicating deaths faces
Check it out we got killaz to my left
Thieves on my right
Posin' at any position
No switchin' just politics nerves twitchin' wishin'
They could stop the revolution
But once the guns began shootin
Who can you trust is it us
Or them them fools been grim
Just check the history
Murdered the indians to mexicans
Then the so called africans
They took land without a fair wage
And they wonder why my souls enraged
Opened my mouthnow the birds out the cage
Free my mind no longer fried
I'm a stay true to the game
And hopefully all my revolts do the same cuz times changed
Its the resurgence of the dolla
Like Marvin Gaye
Its make me wanna holla
Prices soaring debt pouring
Fools still chasing materials
While the signs they ignoring
That's what they want
For you to be lost as a slave
In a mindset instead of posing a threat
To the secret society now rethink ya strategy
Now ask thee
If we got more guns that them
Can they fade me???
I see the light but ain't too bright
I see the chaos and the winds gust fight
Against our will and might I sit back and ignite
My brain cells so I can think of a right
To beat the system
So many impairment is hard to miss em
Diss em and mix em
Into a *** of my rhyme words sublime
As the media headline
Look at the scrolling marques
And ****** been done in the dark
Or daylight it don't matter the site
Picture perfect mentality photographs
And many laugh
Cuz there obtuse and too loose to the see the tools they use
So many unsolved murders but yet
There paid off
Too keep the minds off
How corrupt the system is they coming for our kids
Got the ******* hittin' and transformers penchin'
Even got some fo them switchin'
******* is now legal
Got **** how could this be legal
Lethal and evil
We gotta protect the kids and our future generations
I'm making a bold statement with no hesitation
Since I seen the spawning wickedness gestation
Out comes a embryo of a feeding temptations
America going down soon to fall to the ground
Nothing but guns sounds all around
While the people fighting
And they catching the rounds another ****** soldiers buried in the ground
Wake up to the matrix they penning us ya see
Why don't you embrace unity in the community'
And **** these leeching evil entities roaming in the  S t R double e T
First things first I'm tryna put emcees in a hearse
Suckas in thirst cuz they game dry in need of a thirst
But I got guns that'll clench ya for hydration
Steppin' into a gangsta nation I be black and I'm makin'
Funky grooves that sooth ya mind moods
Though I been told Im crude pardon my rude'
Ness my lyrics just love to manifest and bless like a **** of cannibus
Check the heat I bust thatll turn a hata into dust
No ashes gettin' passes even when I skipped classes
Rather slap girls ***** leavin' gashes
On the back of their minds I stocky fella with mad rhymes
Blowin' my pines so sound one time
Cuz it's about to be a major crime
The emcee raider makin' massacres
Oh you thought you could fade tha
Freshest dopest emcee since the twenty first century
Naw ***** I'm bringin back that real ****
Til ya either dead or a crip so take a trip
With me into another Galaxy some call me.
Dr strange cuz my minds travels faster than bullet trains spittin' the flames
From the top of my grain my pineal gland enlighten
Mad hypin' while you ******* still typing
**** up in ya weak *** magazine I load up my rhymes and let em bust like thirty round magazine til they heads guillotine
Switchin' up teams can none touch my cream
I'm an all star livin' the dream catch my beam
I'm aiming the tech at ya cap soon to get **** slapped
Now check the stats we cheat more than the Pats makin' facts not fictions
Stay out of bounds ya pass jurisdiction
Nailed to a crime like a pension mentally in a cruxificion ain't none hittin'
My flows cuz I pitch heat faster than Randy Johnson
In the strike zone I'm on my own give a dog a bone
Retainin' my throne with my Queen Redbone
Flossin' the big herringbone addin' chapters to my tome
Like Jackson they won't leave me alone
So I gotta flex the chrome cannon a hulk like Bannon
I be last real ***** standing beat downs I'm handing
On some brand Nubian **** my flows is lit
Your is **** so shut the **** up n sit back while a real ***** spit before I leave ya clothes wetter than a ***** **** *****!!!!
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Switchin up my smokes, inhale broken hailstones and rhinestones on your cheekbone
Scarred and regal, eagles claw in claw plummeting, no care for ground or impact
Retract all the bad thoughts that keep you from sleeping, turning little top in the corner of the room
A clutch of blooms, rotting and hyacinth and wet on your fingers, the scent lingers
Burning sage in every last corner, one day smudge it all out, feeling about a foot tall and shrinkin
Third coast baby rides for hades scabies
Itching in my hand money demands
Demon clans put heads in trash cans
Understand im a man not a foe for dough
Fa sho they don't wanna go blow for blow
Piles of loot piled in the lexus coupe scoup
Up the baddest yellowbones off Yellowstone
Watch frozen pass the ozone zero degrees
Pedigrees deadly wailin' like sounds from teddy
Pendergrass get any girls *** multiple cash
They don't wanna clash as I mop the past
Thoughts is cast you flat on ya *** gun blast
Gone in a flash lightening strikes deep in the nights
Its my organization **** tite way of life
Sticking like a steel knife treated chaos wife
Strife see me whiff out these phonie lives
Double sinning equals double givings
Pistol gripping see the souls lifting shifting
******* outta of my view jamming screws
Bruise crews from boulevard to avenues
Dont claim red or blue but draws blues
Red ya bleed still miss the feds daily bread
Said of prayers mobsters players mayors
Of the street game ******* far from sane
But go in-sane invoking pain switchin' lanes
On the highway of mary jane to crane
My thoughts building no boulders Killin
Me or wrecking me angels beckon me
Every since I walked thru the corridors rapidly
Heavenly doors closed down the pours
Of blessings now I'm stressin' guessin'
Every moves frail modern   day flexin' testin'
Searchin' for a resurrection birth my girth
Been cursed since i found my true worth
Blacks get deserted you heard it
Now dat the Gods is back so they gotta reword it
Corporate interns I burn future millenniums
Kingdoms sitting wise but dumb no wisdom
Words far from fiction breakin' frictions
Establish jurisdiction miss the execution
Commission mad cuz I was ******* swissin'
Courts into pieces no longer fishin' wishin'
I'd fall out but Ill ball out never strike out
Pitches thrown in many forms I harms
Even the most violent storms swarms
Black fist demigod nemisis back to genesis
Perfecting lyrical exorcist so I suggest
Just sit back and catch these sentences
Rap judge color of fudge holding grudge
Back again wise and at large fools accept the charge....
who is black jesus used as disguise to please us
so please just
trust sit back and led the bust nothin' but winded
dust no trust
in self gotta guard my wealth my stealth alone could
wake up dry bones
in the cemetery been buried since i came out the
world
a lil baby boy no joy to follow my heart set myself
apart
from the lynchin' systems still benchin' my thoughts
was brought
by the vote **** a vote id rather let the gunsmoke
matt dillion
feelin' up my adrenaline knockin' middle men
pains of sins
see devils swimmin' in the bottles of gin will the lord
let me in?
im dwellin' ain't no tellin' us whats next in the chapter
missed the rapture
gathering up my peeps in the ghost fleets chariots sweeps
fire consumed
as the whirlwinds bloom over my teary eyes cries of the
innocence
can't find repentance broke from the material residence
hesitance
cuz of the distance society pushed me close to the fences
pinches
my very nerves go to the herbs to calm nerves
almost swerve
**** im switchin' lanes on the highway of death lookin'
to my left
right pass i see the demons smugged in the cash
bank roll stash
left me with a spiritual **** hard to clash against
goodness
livin' out wickedness sick of this cold world they said
was bliss
im feelin' hopeless most played by the dopest chemicals
its a miracle
if you feelin' these blues diggin' in yo brain harder than
the news
no clues left for the clueless suckas ain't peepin' this
game strange
it's time to rerrange thangs back to days swang im
speakin' ellington
scientist like washingtons black kingdoms along with queens
statued stadiums
aim at 'em unsolved conundrums don't follow the strings
that humb
though heavens harp is sharp still tryna pierce light through
the dark
what larks the deepest intincts i creep at a snail pace guardin'
my race
whats the dealio they **** me cuz i rap real in the studio feel
me though
through this **** i blow enters ya mental to another astral
plane insane
cuz i see the pistols that flame from another hand to another
hand
my brothers understand but down the cannons up the
mannin'
like peyton breakin' from the occults strikes like lightening
volts
display of musical notes brain feelin' the quotes from the lyrics
i wrote
whats next in this world? feelin' lonely breakin' from frail
leisures
preparin' for black jesus...ahhh hail
justice always fail tryna escape heaven through hell where my shell
dwell
wonderin' like Enoch with an empty block lookin' for stocks moments
of shock
blazin' out of paragraphs flocks holdin' up glocks mentals suddenly
lock
ghetto rock foldin' to a golden *** smokestacks let the spirits out
through ashes
clogged the minds of the masses glasses put on so i can see through
the madness
nothin' but sadness journeyed with me on this never ending
story ignore me
all you want but the spirits will only come back to hunt no wicked
stunts
advoid the medias pump cuz they quick dump leave ya arched like
a ****
camels i be a verbal animal smooth lyrical criminal defines definiton
of a spine
see me in the lime light shinin' bright holdin' my might guns
is held tight
givin' grave sites delight waitin' for the final fight arms tight
signin' rights
away every since the nations caught america's ak destined for
doomsday
like it's black tuesday see the worlds crumblin' rich folks is still
humblin'
entities they can't touch nor see but deep down praise the black
community
no immunity left in blood brothers who got drugged through the
mud of a grudge
we holdin' slugs kin to the realist thugs stompin' in my old
skool lugz
linked up with past fillers heart of a killer wrappin'
the thriller
Yo everyday we thuggin' 8ball chuggin'
Hands on my nuts hugging guns buggin'
For ****** itching got their brains twitchin'
Switchin' got fast heataz slang pitchin'
Straight out of the kitchen money strengethen
Spot out the chickens spell drawer picking
Wicked as the wiccans to druids fluids
Of blood drawing over the concrete boards
No need to raise my vocal chords swords
Being swung leave all heads ****** and sprung
Tip the hoes with sip of verbal jons lungs
All clogged make her throw up hold up my cup
The lean is pouring my spirit is soaring goring
Everyday life fantasy I'm feelin' crazy hazy
Off the purple to grey tapes swing like an ape
Too late wait see his fate in a crate can't relate
Relax ya stress from blast of the Wess smokin sess
Bars Alcatraz high maxed choas spins like a Tax
Smooth hip hop jazz cuties i bag with the fat ***
Cop those fearing temps expose foes really doe?
Bank rolls bigger than hay barrels known pharaoh
Taking it back to the days of the celestial
Stressin' you while I'm testing you
No clues for the news drawing blues
Wailin' like a wolf spoonful rooted my wools
Sprout to a plant broke the clouts rant
My critics i treat em like ******* come in riches
Then they turn misses slugs throwing kisses
Washes the sins dishes bump fistes black riots
No longer keeping quiet cant even deny it
As i multiple it calculus lust maths i bust
Put myself as a trustee to a trust plats dust
All others smothers any other colors  
Check the crayola rocks nickles a knock
See the birds living off natures clock
Ticks and tocks yo htown killaz got it locked
at your insistence
i'll maintain my distance
cause you say it's better off this way

but suppose there was an instance
where we could both be consistent
would you wanna stay

the dynamic keeps switchin'
everyday you feel different
i'm trying to respect the change

know you've been resistant
your motivation to try nonexistent
guess i just wanna hear you say

you miss me pushing you're limits
i can't stop reminiscin'
about you everyday
Lawrence Hall Aug 2022
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                 Getting the Cows Up for the Evening Milking

My brother and I, barefootin’ down the lane
With an apple each, and a stick the cows ignore
A hot dry evening; sure wish there was some rain
I bonked Ol’ Bessie with an apple core

And if Dad saw that I’d sure get a switchin’
He taught us to treat animals fair and right
The late-summer grass gets my legs to itchin’
The milking follows, well into the August night

I’d give up my adventures, the places I’ve been
If I could get the cows up once again
Hank Helman Oct 2023
Maja wanted to party.
Pachanga and rage,
Yodel see oooma and tunnel sing.

No alcohol she said,
A stupid juice, no switchin' lanes.

We dance tonight, she said, macarena, gigging,
A grind fest, dry ******* on a stanky leg,
Be ****** and true.

The word spread.
By 11 p.m. a thousand isadoras from Devon,
Mud sharks and ****,
Everybody smigglin' and dimplin' out.

We only have this day, Maja said,
So we bustamove and shuffle.
Tonight. All night.
And we rallied.
Arek Jan 2021
I know there is a ghost
that comes into my kitchin
I've heard the crunch of toast
and kettle on off switchin

My pantry's open wide
but nothin I see missin
Meanwhile my cat is petrified
at the fridge door hissin

But I know this ghost well
and why he has been lookin
It's time to feed heaven and hell
with my delish cookin
Your needles punctured my *** with finality as I wiggled like a bug
in the dirt while you drank tea from a cup before switchin' to a mug
of dog ****, ****** out by a collie, a poodle, a sack of puke or a pug
runnin' up a level hill backwards while shampooing a velveteen rug
Your needles punctured my *** with finality as I wiggled like a bug
in the dirt while you drank tea from a cup before switchin' to a mug
of dog ****, ****** out by a collie, a poodle, a sack of puke or a pug
runnin' up a level hill backwards while shampooing a velveteen rug
Your needles punctured my *** with finality as I wiggled like a bug
in the dirt while you drank tea from a cup before switchin' to a mug
Your needles punctured my *** with finality as I wiggled like a bug
in the dirt while you drank tea from a cup before switchin' to a mug
of dog ****, ****** out by a collie, a poodle, a sack of puke or a pug
runnin' up a level hill backwards while shampooing a velveteen rug
A guy can count, when he runs, on his biggest right-foot toe, just as
I counted on you camper-crammer Breanna, 15 little boyfriends ago
when you chirped like a meadow crow in an '05 red Dodge Shadow  
before folding 2 **** lips over in a corporate, ****-lip-folding show
for bread, dinero, gelt, mula, cash & seventy other words for dough
On the porch I was wildly horrified from this haunted-house fear as
Grandma struck me with cheer over her **** so sharp & **** so near
to my rock-hard-pronghorn projectile & manly, wedding-tackle gear
“At the bottom of the finest menu is offered wren mignon, captain”
a crew man proffered, before his wife got pimped by Peter Lawford
A million dead love-birds littered my dream-life & dream- girlfriend
after I epoxied her pate beyond the apex of the fore-crown's top end
Last month we ate turkeys from pointy beaks to wrinkly **** holes
while our wife crones were fingered like ****** Mao finger bowls
Breanna, I fear you, to be near you and to hear you when you boil a
chicken in the kitchen, when you turn on me with merciless *******'
to precipitate the most tremorous of Parkinsonian, lard-*** twitchin'
Breanna, I fear you, to hear you near you when you boil a wren like
a California chicken kitchen cook who sews ***** by hem-stitchin'
in dawning hours when plane Earth's keen on night-to-day switchin'
I wouldn't let you down like I put the window down, like I put your
mother down, or when I peeled your fish-net hose that wrap around
your creamy thighs that ruin our seedy *******/constructed lives
to make us want left states to turn right or men high up to fall down
Cells collide
the doorways to my eyes
are ajar.

so far as they say,
but it's not quite today
and won't be
until
I have that first cup of tea.

She sleeps on
unaware
that I got to the kitchen
without switchin' the
lights on.

Outside.

everyone's an enemy
keep
two metres away from me
it's a ******' tragedy,
I want to go home.
Your needles punctured my *** with finality as I wiggled like a bug
in the dirt while you drank tea from a cup before switchin' to a mug
of dog ****, ****** out by a collie, a poodle, a sack of puke or a pug
runnin' up a level hill backwards while shampooing a velveteen rug
Move over & stand aside, I'm spoiling for a fight because no ******
better ever mess with my sacred L.P.G.A. right to dig up Gay Saget
who loved herself on a bus to show the driver her puffy-girl maggot

— The End —