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Eleanor Apr 2014
**** my eyes hurt so bad
I don't know why I am not glad
I hated thefuck word glad
Why thefuck can't I eat you,
Man
Man, why
the ****
are you
a man
¿
Yo tdogg, ya know what I'm about to, oh, jam on that *****,
Yeah my heads been loose, troubles cleaned with the goose,
Gray day, mayday mayday, always see a payday cuts by klay,
Thompson, always into somethin, catch the 10s bumpin,
DVDs with the 30 TVs, in my Benzie caught many frenzies,
In the clutch, doubt dutch, what thefuck is going on,
Yo all went wrong, so I gotta play the sad song, funeral home
From the black and silver chrome, now ya buried alone,
In the center zone, earth's now ya manger, faced with danger,
Ever since I seen a stranger, all facts no fiction, crucifixion,
Mayne listen, devils had me by my neck, close to hells kitchin,
Dodge the pitchin, of a heater, slide out home Derek Jeter,
Clean cut with the Caesar, lyrically I beat em all, rise to downfall,
Like the sunrise to sunset, shut down empty threats, so much regret,
Beggin, from my foes on they toes,expose armageddon,
Ain't no letting, up my guns see slash for fun, yo I'm bringing 'em
Catch the runs, ***** dripping, diarrhea style, from da rippin,
Mics crushed like Pippen, yo stay slamming them I'm dipping,
Out the scene,mad machine, mean as Gene, can you see the beam,
From the flash light,souls shining like a million lights,
Gass that, pass that, lyrical content I blass that,haters maskthat,
Hide ya face, what a disgrace, catch the cans of mase, oven
Tough loving, smooth hovering, ghost in the flesh, test
Ya will, you ain't got the heart to ****,yo I'm so real,
MJ thrills, from the bumps of my jeep you'll feel,blood spill,
See his body windmill, thrown in the Hoffa fields, stone cold deals,
Haters better chill, **** bout to get real, man ya steel,
I'm handy as randy, savage like my girls sweeter than candy,
On the hunt, like bonnie **** and stunny, now ya runny,
Bloods I bleed that, cant count that, money in too many racks,
I bomb with flows, octane remains, the highest in *******,
Prices, spit the nicest, flex the Lexus the hypest, who out ripe us,
Plus,the guns is a must, the reign cant stop mayne, flex the range,
Rove word to domino, put that on my nino, word to pastor Jenno,
I see more notes than Ben franklin, got em blanking, shankin,
Mack daddies, caddies 70s long body, move like an Audi,
Engineers these reindeer, games light my flame,my names  
Golden, chosen like the purest calf, these suckas make me laff,
Master my craft, of many of sweet nones, *** weighs a ton,
Still number one, public enemy sons, scope thru the media dons,
Used to wanna feel like Hollywood, Chaka khan and I'm gone,
**** songs, is what I do,freestyle near a theater, or a hood near you,
I spin too, donuts peelin', three sixty wheelin', shake heavens ceiling,
Keep the block hot, without touching spots, it dont stop,
Top ten gallon hat, while I'm in the stinkin' Lincoln, girls blinkin,
Cuz I'm looking so fly, ostrich seats, with the baddest beats,
Naw ya cant compete,I complete the madness that sweeps,
Like a broom, let off the scent ya perfume, up in the zoom,
See the vultures, pecking at ya skull culture, violence ultra,
Kin to the styles of capone, black Italian mafioso, oh so,
Clever, however I'll still endeavor, money over riches, kiss this,
Felix watches, catch the blotches, on ya spotless, for goodness,
Sakes, watch for the jakes, on the break, for hells sake,
I'm guarding even my own wake, see my funeral, with criminals,
Wild style, tiny gs to youthful juveniles, dont cry now,
Just shed a gun, blast itat the sun, so I feed my holy ones, cons
Cant step to the real reaper, let my wings fly by, now im in ya eye,
Stimulate fear, like its last day here, dark images will appear,
Hovering over the sinful lands, plot the plans, soul stand,
Amongst the loss, city of peasants, slave become pleasant,
But I'm the master waking up the presence, futures past,
Check the blast, dock ya by the rivers, once I delivers,
Magic, make em tragic, zipped the plastic,I'm  a *******,
Daddy should of had meplastered, bed sheet ruckus, ****** us,
Now I'm rushing hours like Chris Tucker, *******,
Derivatives my narrative, gangsta, so the check the carriages,
I laid on, many girls hyped up, when they hear the songs,
This brother stay flexing, nesting,my chariots at the Marriott,
Hoes loving it, exquisite,  watch the foes kiss it, gun mystics,
Class touch, like Melle mel, on the cell, ring the liberty bells, Marvelled the marvelles, always excel,
Never see jails, no story tales, take ya on a shipment, that never fails, dressed with the purple sales,
Growing on ya mind like nails, untouched check the dutch,
Not much,you can do, once I come through, ****** as a piru,
Shoot you, now ya see through, my villains will bleed you,
Evil loves to take a stab, mismatch vocab, see me up on the lab, caught cab, caravan of a goetia strand,
Never been a fan, of fake *******, ride out the glitches, riches
Pitches, sugar pie honey buns, yo big yosef signing ya puns,
Theo Apr 12
well, im back
guess i couldnt be held back too long, anyways-
and then

man why the heck am i doing all this?
all of this poetry and this stuff?
and i palpably feel the block too-

feel the feeling that wont allow me
just permit me
to say what i want to

instead of these fancy hininks and
CONCEPTS
to just separate me from a veneer;

always,
always in the
rage and its not even me.

yes
opening to
deep darkness - the holy kind; now-

every day is earth day.
poetry is not a nautch girl of the mind
and it deadens me

to see all the potential here that is
used to just stimulate the paltry faint
prostituting of the Divine Soul of the Poetry.

Im sure some of us know of Hinduism?
yes?
so we must know of Rishis too, may be.

Rishis are the sages,
above those of the Pantheons of the gods goddesses too,
in fact, yes, the holy ones fear rishis.

why am i bringing this up?
rishis have a synonym- listen up y'all,
all of you poets- this is about you-

rishis are called KAVIS
seers
diviners

those who have a acute sense
a sense for what the rest of man dont.
poetry is a magickal act,

that the pen is mightier than the sword
is no excuse not to wield both
with skill and the intent to ****.

Poetry relegated to a nautch girl of the mind,
poets are poets because
NIHILIO HUMANIS ALIENUM

and yes this does seem as sermonising,
perhaps. perhaps,
but perhaps this is in truth a request-

we need poets now more than ever.
what is the role of the rishi?
THE RISHIS CREATE BELIEF SYSTEMS

all religions, listen up y'all - this concerns you-
all religions are a porduct of a  poet,
and the poet who uses skillful means to break through the OBVIOUS and LAZY work;

such as - o muni is another word for
kavi for rishi-
sakyamuni or Buddha? yep,

a poet.
anyways-
ahh with that rant out lets break it down.

i truly desire only to be seen
by my family and my old circle of friends
to truly be seen by you, now- and just be said

hey man, i see what you've been doing
i see how much of yourself youve given
and keep giving

and i know youre actually doing this for me,
and seriously man, who are you?
who cares THIS much to help someone not themselves?

who chooses to voluntarily sacrifice themselves and go crazy
so that we know that theres a whole and consummate
PROBLEM with the way things are now.

mostly man, youre not alone
i love you and i respect what you're doing
and I WILL thank you

not in words,
but rather,
rather by following the trail

the trail of following
the ever ECSTATIC call of my own soul
and yes, i WILL TELL you in words

that i have YOU to thank for
all of this.
sigh, yes, that is all i really wanted to hear.

and be hugged a lot more, consensually;
and joined in my party-making;
that is how i live my life

i need some company
with all this DIVINE MADNESS
ive got spilling left right and all eight other

directions too.
just a few Horizon Anarchists,
high on integrity, on discipline

and especially
on TRANS-THEFUCK-GRESSING
and that we simply, o simply, o o o simply-

Drop Out
Tune In
Drop In.

and why?
because it is only dead myths that cause
cancer in our bloodstreams.

and why?
for through poetry we literally create
universes and realities, and the framework for religions.

and why?
because we must own the power we've been
blessed with and repay the way we got it.

and why?
because the earth
is in desperate need for peace and love.

and why?
because this new republic according to plato
will have no need for poets philosophers and fools and thus they rule with their tyranny.

and why?
because we must not leave the unbroke. threads
left behind by our flaming ancestors die out.

and why?
because we wake up every day, count every breath
and rebirth magic into the very culture that chooses to **** us.

and why?
because we
REAL COOL.
NaPoWriMo day 12 - to my teachers.

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