"waz" poems
If you should hear me
Say Ave,
Don't presume
You hear me pray;
It's just one way
For me to say,
How 're you?
If you should hear me
Say Shalom,
Don't assume
You heard a Jew,
I'm only offering
Peace to you.
If you should hear
Namaste,
Don't be amused,
I'm not Hindu,
I bow to the good
I see
in you.
Then again I say
Waz sup,
You don't think
I'm Gangsta,
You know I mean to say
Les hang togetha.
Does it really matter
What you heard;
The silent or the spoken word.
Words spoken in brevity
Are heard with sincerity;
But there's none more true,
Than
I Love You.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
So I just heard that the KKK
Waz handing out candy down in South Carolina.
They left bags of candy on peoples doorstep
with a letter inside
asking for them to join.
SERIOUSLY???
Who in their right mind
would want to join them?
All they are is a bunch
a pathetic looking bullies
With sheets over their heads.
If they tried to come after me
I wouldnt run away from them
I'd be on the floor
laughing my *** off
at how stupid and pathetic they are.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
My quest began, before Inquisitive questionnaires, questioned my solicitude.
I traveled round the globe, In search of a Gold, to meet my goal.
In frnt of me, stood a beautiful angel, with a beautiful body.
,nothing wil hold me baq,
the way she walked was so dramatic, which made her attractive, by love I became assertive, but her vioce was fantastic, So I grew attentive, In other to be romantic, which made me sarcastic.
her smile waz beautiful, Which made me Boastful, but yet doubtful, I became Playful, I Never knew she was powerful
her luscious gigantic figure, was Perfectly executed to perfection, Suddenly I became frantic, Now I have to be more strategic.
i only grew anxious, which made her precarious. i turned perplexed, while she remained unagitated, her behavior waz sassy. i grew crazy,
the meaning of loneliness, was created frm her lovely eyes, i wish you could see the angel I see when you stand in front of me, i fell in love with someone, Who separated me frm everyone,
i adore how u make me smile, even from so many miles away, you energize me in standing up tall, Love me again like you did the first day You are pretty, you are sweet, but im still a bit naïve with my heart"
If d sea were to be a burning fire under d sun, and the blustery wind were to blow it, profusely like a stormy rain f volcano, upon d land, i will never leave.
i will always be there for you, i am your little friend, i will always be in love with you, all the way till the end, My eyes blinked twice, Fully opened in tears
Tonite my heart seems in pieces, My eyes drop tears that itches, Now I am here making wishes , Trying to picture u near me within inches.
It was only a dream!
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
So, our hero of tha day waz DJ Herc
He b driven’ lil Mizz Dazze ‘round, in a pimped out Merc
Queensbridge waz tha birthplace of Hip-Hop
Red alert, it just won’t stop
It will hurt uz a bit
No more than a **** wid a hit
Wee all thank Merc 4 puttin’ on dat show
Smokin’ sum **** n angel dust, wid sum real blow
A bro named, Coke LA Rock, waz also a financier friend of mine
Handin’ out goodies 2 tha children in-line, all tha time
Nickel bag half n ounce, quarter pound pow, now wee poppin’
Az long az tha music izn’t stoppin’ and tha rocks r still droppin’
If champagne waz still a flowin’, then tha freaks wood b steppin’ in line
Hotel, Motel, u don’t tell, wee don’t tell, one-time root 9
There’s notta man dat can’t b thrown, a horse dat can’t b rode
A bull dat can’t b stopped, a disco dat can’t b rocked, can u decode
Were u @ dat famous house party, thee dope
Spinnin’ tha holy crates of hip-hop, wee hope
A1 B-boy from every known neighborhood, wid a scent
From JC, Tony D’, Sweet n Sour, 2 super DJ ‘Fcukin’ Clark Kent
Sellin’ nickel bags of cannabis, 2 miss layD hoes to mi crew
Made mi coin roll into notes, helping outta few dat I knew
Hip-Hop waz made 4 peace, love, unity n fun
Still b countin’ mi riches, retired n still layin’ in tha hot sun
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
The **** drops deep as does my plant.
I never love, 'cause to love is the girlfriend of scant.
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined.
I think of happiness when I'm in a Berlin state of mind.
Hope the ant got some rant.
My scant don't like no ***** grant.
Run up to the aunt and get the cant.
In a Berlin state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The cool ****
You complain about the cold.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the screed.
I'm rappin' to the head,
And I'm gonna move your bed.
Smooth, beautiful, super, like a seed
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a screed.
I can't take the the cold, can't take the love.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no glove.
I'm rappin' to the bed,
And I'm gonna move your head.
Yea, yaz, in a Berlin state of mind.
When I was young my girlfriend had a lead.
I waz kicked out without no screed.
I never thought I'd see that speed.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's breed.
A slippery teddy bear is quite the everywhere.
Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
i always waz told
u r a boy/girl
they nevr let me be
n e thing beyond
their binary world
then one day
looked in the mirror &
saw my TRUE self
FREE of all labels
FREE from society's judgement
my SELF as i am:
mixed-up lost soul
w/gender dysphoria***
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
Sweet lips encrusted in sugar from the hot doughnuts at the steam fair.
Baked in the dusty sunshine of an August afternoon in North London.
I would roam these streets from childhood into adulthood,
Drinking £2,50 wine at bus stops only to get thrown out of the pub for illusionary bathroom shots
Our real crime? Being too young.
Since then, i have drunk Spanish manzanilla in an old tobacco store room
Transformed into a house where wafts of old book smell mingling with the scent of baked terra cotta and lemon trees sweeps down dark corridors revealing hidden gems of traveled souls.
Where there are streets that belong to Phoenician women , Arab traders , Christian crusaders and now the Spanish folk
All these names we go by , yet still human we stand
Up on roof tops, smoking sneaky roll ups to the elegance of storks
Building nests on church domes and castle walls
Monuments to remind the future
Graffiti on the natural landscape , the ruins read " we waz ere"
From shores of the Atlantic to shores of the Atlantic
Brooklyn rises
The night bus to eat pizza alarmed me
How were the buses so different ?
London's told you where you were
New York's Made you suss it out for yourself
In the company of a Father i hardly knew and the Mother of my new sibling
Child ,
Who will you become ?
Shaped by the contrast of your parents skin , your curled hair yet to emerge from fresh formed follicles
Rest easy ,
This world Ain't so harsh
I found God at the bottom of a bowl of noodles
Simply sitting there , lazing about as i licked my lips of the residual chillies and sugar
I deal in the order of paradoxes
Born by the sea only to grow up in the 'so called' luxury of the cities jungle
Although, resting now in the moon soaked mountain air ,
no city can compare, to the fragrance of flowers that bloom and scent only for those who brave the night
I used to be afraid of the dark ,
Now i make love with it.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
caught up in a sa of altrd imags
alcohol flowing
rd pupils
from all th slfis
****
scroll up /// scroll down
m8 u waz wastd
vryon at ach othr
voics scrambl;ing
for pol position
#popularity laddr
a flck of jalousy
slic of malic
*fyi
grn lights signal
sombody cars rite??
hr bgins th dz-dss-
the dscnt into pixls
primary colours
'oMG xx'
night grows old
plot unravls lik a ball of string
coagulats thick and bad
let fingrs do the talkin' 4 u
nams bcom strangrs
bcom nams bcom strangrs
TTYL
:)
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
Dad- You Stupid!
Kid- Na I'm not
Dad- Waz nine plus ten
Kid- Tweny wun
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
[Verse 1: Legacy]
Imagine your face after our lips touch
One time it's cool for you to kiss your daddy
You say that your last couldn't make you bust
Well baby my love will make you trigger happy
Once you let it off it's gonna sound like
I'm a bring yo **** back and put it down like
I Know that I'm good I got that loud pipe
They hear it outside (baby don't that sound like... ***
Baby come hear I swear I'll slow it down
All you kno is weak and stroke
Well I'm wat you don't know about
We close I know I know ***** got you opened now
Into deep in that ************ hope he drownds
Started talkin **** like I couldn't hold it down
Baby came up broke I know **** sure dat ain't oprahs child
She love tha *** so much that she wrote her vows
This is my third strike I guess I'm goin down
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
[Verse 2: Legacy]
I asked her for a rubber (I asked her for a rubber)
She said that she ain't got one (she said that she ain't got one)
I said I'll only do one pump then
**** it I ain't stoppin
She said that she can't *** no more
Can I catch my breath please? "I said yeah"
She dozed off then woke up to a wet dream
She told me stop it *****
I can't be around you bust when you touch it
And now I'm ****** when I think about you
She asked me how I do it? and I'm like "hell if I know"
My toungue just hunting gold your ***** El Dorado
And I'm enjoying it never ashamed
My head could stay under that blancket for days
You'll have to pull me away
Now her belly wasn't fakin'
She waz humble to my gift cause she said she couldn't take it
I don't kno why they act like prison is the worst place
As long as it's witchu I'll be missing every court date
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Its madness: 2 h8 all roses coz u got scratchd by a thorn,2 gv up all ya dreams coz 1 neva came true,2 luz faith in prayerz coz 1 of em wasn't answered,2 gv up on ya efforts coz 1 of em failed,2 condemn all ya friends coz 1 betrayed u,2 gv up on love coz some1 waz unfaithful 2 u...nomatter wat,rem that anatha chance will always kam around i.e. A new friend,lover,life,chance,dream. So never give up coz life iz BEAUTIFUL N SWEET!!!! Always cheer up.....
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
If i cnoke I do not need him
to not this not,
however
siks peices are not enof
for a huffaluff
Which is the achoo.
gesuhtite
But if i ring
I may distrb a drem
And I wood not like to b
risn from a slumbr
if I waz in a fantasty.
*tink...tink"
HONEY
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 4:07 AM UTC
She looked at me and pulled the scissors out of my hands. Her eyes drift towards my arms. She says she never trusted me with anything sharp.
I have serrated edges
I need someone to keep me away from high places
They read my diary pages and look at me like my guts are hanging out
She tells me I'm made of glass and she is getting tired of existing as an ambulance
Sometimes I go out too deep
I put so many holes in the ship I can't believe it didn't sink
A zipper on each wrist,
a body scratched like an old disk.
I needed a life vest
I needed bandages
I needed sutures
I needed stitches
I wound up stranded
in a doctors office
where they asks how bad
it hurt on a scale of 1-10
I came with
THE SADNESS WAZ HERE
etched into my limbs
I scar like tree bark
Maybe
I never get better
The nurses used scotch tape to put me back together
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
Pac would tell u
he waz gunna
throw a riot
and he'd tell ya
y.
Rappers nowadays
throw a riot
and don't have the inteligente
2 tell you why,
see now it's
about
mizguided bravado
and ********
it used 2 be about
all the old homies
and
G.I.R.L.S. u used 2 know.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Cats strayin’ high on Canal Street
Gangsta Grillz feelin’ tha beat
Open air market on Sunday night
African Bootleggin’ sellin’ alright
Sweet dreamz were set on fire
Life’s on tha line, if dats wat ya desire
Coming back to life, from deep down inside
Jesus hung with me, he waz on mi side
Let’s all do tha Whoolywood Shuffle
Don’t get in tha way or you be in trouble
Humpty Dumpty is back together again
Delivery is nuts, no buts, Amen
Drop tha bass, like a hot sorta guy
While white lab boys, be makin’ ya buy
99 cents, where’s tha beef in mi vege burger wrapper
Rubber-banding out so loud, **** dat mad hatter
Mi baby mama could neva just sit
Let tha hood hear just a wee lil bit
Crack it on up, in tha main trap house
Blue magic for real, like Mickey tha Mouse
East coast flow, wid a Southern kinda drawl
Come in or move on, just don’t crawl
Queens n Bronx, echoed down on Canal Street
Dum Dum Dum it was such a bubblin’ beat
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC
I know the game with out my name,
****** get the fame boii thiss ***** lame.,
in this world whats left to blame.
all this fake!
built up feals great?.
your at steak cause you're too late...
You took my plate with my meat heart and you ate it....
like dude,
you ate it.
it's behind me it's in side you.
it's my making .
you your FAKING.
yes.
Yes..
YES!. you tookit . _ .
bless bless bless. YOU BOOKIT
***** fit yuu tookit >_<.
When i was loe, .... mind to flow, you mutch too blow cuz ..
YOU
waz-a *** haha :)
and. when i was High back in my fligh
there was no sorrow for yOOO to barrow..
whatever tho I got doe ,
1 more thing, YOU. Need. To. Know.
steal my thaught and you'll get shot,
i am me and can't be baught :)
.
.
says the white girl that wants to be a rapper ha. ha...
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
Dea iz dis hot chic I waz hooking up some yrs bak. Evrtym I aprchd her she turnd her back on me.I tried callng her a multiple taimz bt she hngd up on me like I waz useless...I nvr lost hp 4 2 wks until I rlzd dat she wz plyng HARD 2 GET 4 me which waz vewy silly! Dhea4 I gave up n gave her some space 4 about 3 dayz,dats wen she realizd dat I waz 1 in a million guyz!! Ges wat, she startd callng bak n textn me dat she waz sorry n she didnt know wat got in2 her etc...she kept beggin 4 us 2 giv t a try bt un42n8ly t waz 2 l8...! Da pain of her ignorin me left a sore in ma heart dat i dared not du otherwise but jst ignore her 2. I simply changd ma line n muvd on wit ma life. I thnk where she iz 2deh she must hav Learnd a lesson..!! NOW TELL ME GUYZ, DID I DO DE RAIT THING???
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
On my way back,
He got angry at the seats
Assigned separately.
A little too far,
She, a little too dimwitted,
Those who travel together
Sit together,
Now don't normal families do!
But we couldn't,
The seats were empty,
We were the first few to arrive,
She has no excuses
Other than her mindlessness.
I stopped the formal complaining
And would sort it I say.
(Rough edges).
In the aisle, a small traffic
I, the second car.
After a brief, polite but angered spat
We sat sepearate,
Say I will sort it.
The man I could tell
Spoke my tongue,
I waz getting better at observing.
After two lines of request he agreed,
And I waited for the aisle to empty.
(Questions. Answers.)
In the wait,
The man behind got up
And offered his place,
I couldn't thank him enough,
Our frivolity
Made his act a nobelity,
I declined.
We smiled at each other
Our truest of smiles
And things were better again.
We were one big family,
Looking after the other.
The man of my tongue
And the man of my family
Drifted off to a conversation,
And I to a digital page.
I can't speak for the noble man,
I didn't look at him again.
(Silence)
After a light meal,
I am craving a tea,
That's the first thing I ask now
Everytime I come home.
(It might be red.)
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
They say it's The End
Of the Maya Calendar
Like the Doors
It's started with the end
For My Most favoite Aunt
She turned Ninty
Last year
She waz so dear
Never knowing a MAN
Never speared
But Alwaze there
For All Of Us
She covered her ***
With money to spend
She's in Heaven Alas
They said she fell
But the corinor said
She waz dropped
Two broken legs
Then her kidneys stopped
She waz going
No one could denie
On to that other place
She believed waz
in the sky
But what a why
To mark this New Year
On New Year's Day
She Left this world
Now we can only pray
She No Longer Answers us
Can No Longer show or display
Her cares & worries
All gone................
only our dismay
She waz my Angel
I believe heaven sent
To help my family
When all else had went
& no one else cared
I don't know
How to hold a ghost
In these arms spent
Holding a host
Heaven sent
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:53 AM UTC
I waz hip-hop since I b in mi mamas womb
Spittin’ sum rhyme, will give u dat tune
Yo, he spit da raw
No need 2 prove anymore
I’m scratchin’ ‘bout, I’m bummy in a downtown shelter
No use complaining ‘bout wat life I’ve been dealt, nah
Hit em hard, every generation gotta do wat ya do
Cuttin’ up fresh is da word, new kid on da block, could b u
It’s how u survive in da hood
No layin’ ‘bout, stand up like a real man should
Don’t want 2 sleep on no choo choo train, no more
Then get off ya RRRs, do sum thing like neva b4
From da Juice Crew 2 Mr Magic, down in Boogie Down Bronx Queensbridge is da place 2 b near, it all interlocks
More MCs drank da water drippin’ down from around here
Than any udder crib, in da hole ******* world, ya hear
So trekkin’ from youth, 2 B.ing @ 1520 Sedgwick Avenue
I’m now livin’ in fcukin’ Wonderland, if only Alice really knew
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
The ink seeps into my skin
And you all own me
Patented to your specifications.
Still there days later,
It doesn't feel like art
When you ain't got a choice.
It feels like branding.
Reminds me of a different mark
Seared into my skin.
He's around, and it feels like
A hot metal stamp
On my wrists, my hands
The parts that hurt.
The places that later when you forget
You lean on a table or go to grab something and
All the pain returns,
Screaming.
I am graffitied every day
By passers by who love her, touch and take,
While my hands are tied.
I am scrawled on by lovers of mine,
Who don't know that "No." with a smile
Is still "No."
Different types, different reasons,
But they all burn.
And I get it,
Why people quit.
Why they run away or simply stop.
I'm never clean, never untouched.
Everybody else gets a say, gets a turn
To use me and make me apologize,
To degrade me and make me thank them,
My skin like plastic melting
And they see it's pliable----
A chance to leave their stamp of ownership.
Sad thing is,
If looks were souls and not shells,
Nobody would find me beautiful enough
To mar, "X WAZ HERE"
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
Yo, I’m tha new ghetto, sworn in king
Mi Hollywood name is Mr. La La
I don't need 2 listen 2 no lo ****
‘Cause all ya barberin’, is just blah blah
I take wat eva hood rat, be wantin’ 2 ***
Just don't tri and steal mi hard earned bling
You're so friggin dope, well thank you, mi new sister girly
You remind me of an ex Brady, she 2 waz a dirtee little birdy
*** into mi crib and I shall show ya tha best time
Grab a smoke and choke on dat hot *** it won't cost ya a dime
Ride-by just dun, bi sum kids on a bike, it seems
Leaves images I witnessed, carved into mi nightly dreamz
Wild streets aren't designed 4 everybody out there, but me
Dats wi they invented, plain old grey sidewalks, 4 free
I feel totally naked widout it, I'm not a bad **** dirtee turtle
Dats wat mi mama once said, but even I'm shell shocked, can’t ya tell?
But wat ya see, is wat it really means, or so it should
So yes, it's good 2 be tha king of tha whole **** hood
One day I spilt the beans , on sum loyal corner crew boys
I told tha popo, I know dats so lo lo, but they killed using one of mi toys
If you’re not encouraged in life as a child, like most of uz
You'll always be in a cage as an adult, so wats the big fuss?
Attacked Mr Bigs crib and forced his family out, widout any doubt
Nobody likes a smelly snitch, 4 they will be hunted down and blacked out
They chose a new leader 4 da team and told him, ‘Ya better be able to cope’
But, he waz a brother, who neva new how to tie up all tha loose rope
I came on back and killed tha whole **** hood
A true gangsta haz pride and doze wat he should
I just rode on bi, in mi lo ridin’ convertible Jaguar cat
Shot up and sliced up, all doze forma ****** of mine, and dats dat
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
Kriekgeguard: Sö tall meh how ya doeth wit despair,
and all fir of flams flewing and chewing yir up,
that the hole time yir piercenality waz,
so streing to solve it, but yir did it,
in wreighting of odders wreighting yirself down,
for yirs and yirs and yirs, the hole time
and wie all wanted tingz easey,
sö as yi sayeth, you maketh things hart,
möre difficult for understanding,
how to deal cards with comeflict
as it is with the absolutelysurd world?
Crosstianity, come thinkets, is nothing 'ese aftir all.
So cometh rill empairic, roll yir thongue.
Tall true the true tailing.
Sore: Tired Ae got.
But righting is noting,
it is a smull bud of rose,
and roses out of noting,
Ignore how day and day only tell you:
"You are a great prose stylist, you know the craft, I don't"
For a fukd, Ae might be called a prose cyclist,
but it is not me, it is the kisses muse,
you never forget it for a fukd,
first you note in, then you synthesize, symphonise, syncrosise.
It is all just music.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe
Ruff lee, e'er since
aye waz za lil whippersnapper
watt wit dis awful temper, yet
obedient to a pooch loving Aleut
til present moment, Asian ole mangy coot
this hot day (woof faux pas
dipping into animal shelter
donated water bowl)
filled to the brim with smoothie fruit
flavored slaking, moistening, cooling,
sans lallygagging tongue
doth wipe phlegmy ooze away,
where nearby a kazoo
playing labradoodle
accompanies mum
muttering prettifying self,
via quasi preening snout
when squeezed
automatically issues
***** tonk sound imitating hoot,
where passerine twittering
fly night passersby
toss bone fied token loot
and a Norwegian
bachelor farmer named Knute
Rockne took immediate
liking to yours truly,
who when scratched
itchy fur patches remained mute
imparting unconditional love
to petting man's best friend
hoof right then and there
Isaiah felt as top underdog
momentarily distracted
Fermi n Rico as petsmart necessary fix
reduced to that as newshound ******
oft times in desperation
shine shoes ala boot lix
usually rewarded with bona fide prolix
about such a docile mix
breed to old for chase sticks
to learn super champing cheap tricks.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC