"unriddle" poems
The buzz in the air, you feel that, feel that?
The tuxedoed men gonna deal that, deal that.
And now that you're here, the show can begin
Turn the lights down low, and the get the disc to spin.
The ice starts meltin' and the floor gets hot,
This parties gonna start whether you're ready or not.
The seat over there, Sit in it, sit in it,
Take a step back and watch while I'm spittin' it.
There is no need to untrust us,
Stand over there and watch while I bust this.
There's no way to get into it,
Close your eyes feel the beat and get intimate
Rotate your thighs and breathe in the sin of it
Rotate your mind, get high, keep on spinning it.
Stop...and watch while it gets into me
The musical blocks unlock and make a synergy.
Said ready, steady, everybody get low,
And the clubs get sweaty and we're ready to go.
The air's getting heavy and hot and you know
There's blood lust worse than Jaws and Cujo.
Light the place up, it's covered in kerosene,
The white's all over your face, oh, how embarrassing.
The lines all over the floor, there so pretty,
Take one sniff and you think you're so witty.
I'm a bomb, I'm blowing up the club now,
Can't escape the beat 'cause you don't know how,
Gonna move your feet that's all you know how,
Gonna feel the glow, the blow is so wow.
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
Yayo brings me up so I stand up and then
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
The powder knocks me down so I stay down and then
There is no need to untrust us,
Chopping the blocks, but there is no justice.
Just lustless symmetry
Closed my eyes 'cause the haze, it has enveloped me.
Shut my eyes and clogged all of my arteries,
I love the blow so much it is a part of me.
You said this had turned into my enemy,
But musical clocks tick-tock the beat right into me.
And that's not where I get all of my energy,
Jumper cables hooked up to A and D.
And don't forget the CCs in DC,
I got twenty more CCs left to inject me.
High flying humans
Set straight to zoomin',
It's spicier now then curry or cumin,
So full of life and we're only just bloomin'.
Believe in the hype if only for a little bit,
All that we need is white a just a little wit.
The worlds right here if you can unriddle it,
Play the last song and one more if it'll fit
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
Yayo brings me up so I stand up and then
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
The powder knocks me down so I stay down and then
La cocaína is no good for you
But the pony's still buckin', imma ride it through
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
she would unriddle your wrinkles
wear your sweating
cast away your death
in her sighs
she would have you
rest your name
in the echoes of her womb
drunken you
with her rapture
of being alive
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Life is the riddle that you will never solve
A multitude of complexities weaved together
By the black widow of good hope
With a dash of unmoderated uncertainty
As you find yourself toeing the line
Between sadness and happiness
Life is that simple riddle without an answer
Life is the nights you remember best
Being up at 4am
Making a home within your cozy corners
Eager to escape
Eager to belong
But too afraid to try
The rules of life govern it as such
And sometimes we are privy to its restrictiveness
And we are not as free as we think we are
But time bends
The laws of life
And patience
Is the greatest reward of all
Extensive ruminations on life are futile
Life is as volatile as it is big
And we are best left guessing
Our magician's next trick
Some things are hidden just to be found
Some things you see it
And then you
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
A poem is only a poem,
words threaded into strings.
It has no purpose,
no cajoling,
no hidden desire to win.
They are mere lines of faulty judgement,
unripe thoughts,
born out of chaotic dreams,
spontaneous dreams.
Whimsical whims.
Whimsical whims.
Don't try to find a pretext in a poem,
you'll be awfully dissapointed.
There is no need to decypher the wording,
unriddle background conformity.
One doesn't intend by writing a poem,
to conqure hearts,
or accomplish a remarkable feat.
Poem doesn't need to be acknowledged,
it has own life to live.
A poem is the most pure gesture,
done with no implicit thought or vile intention.
It is a token of soul,
candid simplicity,
the most heartfelt conjecture.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
do you discern
how you hiss,
how you smile,
how you unriddle
when you utter
the word?
on hearing just
those sounds;
my heart skips
all the beats
of reality.
- m
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
Usually I'm a forgetful one,
Unlucky this is no longer true;
Everything existing under the sun,
conveys a clue for you.
Teach me how to unknow what I've known
Learn me something new.
Ripping roots mentally sown,
Desperate to renew.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC
Does a Devil ever calm down or it drowns in Iniquity as calm in the chaos?
A paradox it is, for a devil to pet its demons' wickedness,
Yet desires to find calm in the chaos, like heaven in hell.
Countless of unfathomed thoughts lay before me;
Would the Devil's predilection of calm be to reign in power,
or to be finally loved even after he unmask his unforgiving past?
Maybe the Devil tried to unriddle calm just like most humans do.
He would live in a doomed pit where regrets are frozen on loop,
Playing and wreaking havoc before deserving sinners,
To disguise its misery as death grip was self-destruction,
To forget love and vulnerability, was to forget calm and forget to have ever truly lived at all.
IA
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC