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rachel g Feb 2013
I want to smoke a cigarette.

I want--
to lean against a doorway, my converse shoelaces brushing against the brick.
to stare up at an overcast sky and know that gray doesn't always need a slow, mournful soundtrack. to feel the paper between my fingers and on my lips and take a deep,
deep
drag.


I want
to empty my lungs of everything they have and watch it all curl, wispy and insubstantial--
watch it disappear into the bustle of moving cars as the coffee shop door tinkles while people in pretty scarves and
pea coats and
black-rimmed glasses
with fingerless gloves
and nose piercings
and black tights covering skinny legs
hold hands and exchange knowing smiles and
enter behind me,
and cold, February ocean wind lifts the tips of my hair.

I want to taste it--those few minutes of isolated reflection. It'd be like meditation beneath an awning on a city street.
Wayne Pritchett Nov 2010
im stuck in this reality
that either way i go
nightmares will come to life
worst fears leaving the dark
coming to light in one side
on the other one the happy
heartfelt dreams from years
of courtship come true.
living in this maze
of decisions i could make
leave me sick on a good day
and others pretty blue
cause breaking hearts
never was my thing to do
its happened to me
in the past till recently
now im in the seat
to stop someone's heart beat
a sad proposition
my mission nonetheless
the very thing i hate
smashing a heart
thats in my possession
is now my task to fullfill
believe me theres no thrill
in makin a woman cry
cause the woman she
once aspired to be
my future wifey
is something she wont
witness first hand
dont think for a second
that im a bad man
i just fell twice
the second time left a wound
a bad case of heartburn
that would bring certain doom
from my girl named Spice
girl could shoot some dice
gamblin wit my love
twistin it to seem right
suckin me back in
time and time again
with seduction at a new height
*** therapy like no other
like a poison poppy
lulling me to a stooper
till i get a picture
then mouth gets sweet
cause i remember
the night one November
when my Sugar came to me
that my bestfriend
my homie of all homies
i was sittin in her car
i leaned to the drivers seat
kissed the sweetest lips
both pair believe me
then i smile
from cheek to cheek
she gives me relief
like pepto
but she looks better in blue
shes my little smurf
that turns my heart to goo
the strongest power
a woman can ever hold

now i have sugar and spice
two polar opposites
i stand on the equator
migrating from the later
cause i love hot food
so i slid back like a fool
ended up with a stomach ache
acid reflux and an attitude
something i havent suffered
since i distanced myself
i started feelin brand new
shootin for galaxies
farther than science can see
cause the sky aint the limit
thats what my sugar believes
as she energizes my soul
with sweet bursts of encouragement
Pure Seduction from Vicki's Secret
turned to ultimate attraction
gilroy
her scent makes it happen
my mouth begins to water
strawberries dipped in chocolate
her flavor is what i savor
pleasing her is what i enjoy
thats what i plan for life
we have a mutual understandin
i do me and she do her
but when she in town
or when i come around
our teeth are super sweet
and Sugar is all i can eat
the greatest thing to me
is i can feast with no crash
no indigestion or gas
but ill take the cavities
thats what the dentist is for
having sugar and spice
is far from anything nice
its time to choose
lifetime of loving lust or
eternity of love and trust
no brainer
Sugar is the one for me
cause in the end
she still can get spicey
KathleenAMaloney Dec 2015
I was danglin' my feet off the edge of that pretty throne
called Childhood..
swinging up and down and all aroun'
twistin, sometimes just dangling my feet, twin tin'...

and all the while, My pappies were standing by the picnic table,
talking about how sad it was
that they ******* a man.. ruined his life in fact..
and well, after all , thats just how it's gotta Be
it was accident and all... sort of

and I heard 'em telling a lie in fact!!  a Whole Lie about this guy!!
an wasn't even nothin' that took place.. Nothin!!
and not one of 'um.. with enough integrity to say anything

so I sat there swinging.. thinking 'bout it all...
then,
I heard a man come up and say "problem solved ...he done killed himself..."

and it was then, that I saw the LIFE leave their bodies
everyone of them..
except ONE.....

lifted up like smoke
just left em...
knowing what they'd done
lied, hated.. ruined a person, took away his Name...his  hope..

left 'em, with all the children unfinished..
not one son grown up yet

So I asked that One... what are gonna do?

and I Saw him Look... and SEE
the legacy of his Life
standing out like a Vision of the Grand Canyon
Pristine like....

and then suddenly, there was rivers  inky Blackness flown' like crazy...
running thru the hollows
running,
like a River of unstoppable Magnitude
cutting through Rock like it was Nothin'

creating a whole new World of UNDERSTANDING.....

and he turned to me and said...
I'm gonna make it Right
For your Pappy...

and He did.
He saved my Life.
He fixed my breathing...
We really just want to be Love.. Love is its own Power.. No one has it...
Henry Daniels Jun 2012
:/

Some people
        just gotta live.

That means twistin blunts
and shoutin till your red.

     Some people
           just gotta survive.


That means pokin their head out
                   on occasion
and showin how green they can be.

    Some people have simple ambitions
like one a day vitamins, and blue Berrys.

Some people just live.

And some people hate those people
for doing what they are afraid to do.
;)
Shake it!
Ramona Argo Apr 2015
Her
Husky honey-whispers
escape her lips like smoke.
My stomach goes all hurly-burly
and I forget how to use my hands.

I bite my tongue. I bite my lip. My eyes implode.
I imagine I blappity-zap  
a-twistin' and a-turnin' into some 1940's cartoon fella
hair black and slicked back,
heart poppin' out my chest like an alarm clock.
All I can do is stand around, pretending I'm not
getting drunk, just by – staring
at her.

She can't see me like I see her.

I want to stomp up on the dining table,
then burn the kitchen sink down

and scream ******* to the land and sky
for making her and I
as things not made for each other.

She plays around with her mouth on mine.
She holds me like a sister, and kisses me like a pet.
I melt with every moment I get.
She will never love me.
Jathan Hall Mar 2016
Thinkin' bout you is all that I really do, my mind in a spiral.
Twistin' and turnin', every second I'm learning.
As my eyes get red I keep the blunt potent with your love.
Anyway you see me soaking I'm floating in these magical words that my ***** said, keepin life in balance is all the he really did.
Now he's dead, killing himself over the riches and wealth.
I wanna keep this poem on one topic, but my mind is flowing, its goin'.
Like the late Cap $**** said, "Who wouldn't want a girl with elegance, intelligence and a cute way of presentin' it?"
Simple piece I'll come with a deeper poem soon
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2017
*******... two of my friends almost died in terrorist attacks!

.                     i see a great disasater,
not through lack of innovation,
but through the perpatuation
                                                    ­ of squander
for what was deemed a gift,
but has become
        a christmas present
in the hands of a child
  that islam has become...
if muhammad was alive
                                       today?
he'd decapitate the entire
        saudi family...
    and bring about
             the compensating
reign of *ali
...
these ******* sand *******
  have had their disneyworld
of yachts and european *******
for far too long...
   duma! duma! narodowa duma!
pride! pride! national pride!
    what, a return to a horse
                  and carriage?
i don't see a phase of great
innovation,
   even though i'm sure it exists,
and it waiting for monetißation...
     of that i'm sure of,
   within the framework
            of keeping "secrets"...
what secrets?
    there are no secrets,
there are only
skewed lies,
           and unwritten truths...
   that's it...
it's a pretty simple geometric
   allowance that gave us a square
to fathom...
         you know that
        when muhammad
was talking about the dajjal
he meant it in terms
     of an arabic confinement,
right?
   when he said the hadith
        concerning
the east, he didn't imply
    ulaanbaatar - or genghis khan...
what's the hub of saudi arabia east
   of mecca? isn't it riyadh?
        a bunch of ******* fatsos...
        diabetic sheiks...
     amputees in waiting...
bonkers logic...
    no wonder the syrians
         imploded and
turned against themselves...
            these? these are the people
at the crux of a religion?
            so a syrian baker turned
  on a syrian car mechanic...
                      any intervention by foreign
power?
            is a heresy of conducting war...
no foreign power can be allowed
   influence into civil former cordiality
   turned into opposite warring factions!
none!
         the path toward hell
                     is plagued with
good intentions
...
          and the west has made
                    a step onto that path...

if the western world populace are
dubbed oil junkies,
    what does that make the arabs?
sugar junkies?
              i guess so, seems the only
rational explanation as to why
  weilding a scimitar
     they'd sooner cut themselves
than chop an "infidels" head off...
******* fastos:
lazy *** sand-******* / camel-jockyes;
oh sure, come to poland
or to russia...
    we'll show you what we did with
the turks, in the 12th september 1683
battle for vienna;
    bull-*******-whipped-woodolf
                        ­               goin' bananas
  in his crematorium grave,
   twistin' 'n' turning,
          while mao tse-tung fiddled with
some egg-friend noodles,
   and stalin fiddle his moustache into
a hipster look: y'ah... well oiled
   giving it the full curls.
Malcolm Mar 12
https://youtu.be/7Nr5B_xcbMg

We need no intro

These ******* wanna act like they don’t see the game,
Blind to the system,
they livin’ inside of a chains,
They got you distracted with the money,
cars and the fame,
who ya blame ?
But I see the ones pullin’ strings in the back of the frame,
calling your name,
ain't that a shame.
They poison the food an water,
they be lacin’ the sky with the fumes,
Twistin’ the news so the truth is erased from the room, Kaboom
Tellin’ you lies while they tighten the noose on your neck,
ah ha the terrorist in your head ?
******* control you through fear and a check, check check one two then what you gonna do, while government putting the screws in you
History’s twisted, they shift it,
they bury the fact,
never lacking attacking ******* keep macking,
They censor the rebels with the decimal with the decibels and never let real ones react in fact,
They keep us divided, ignitin’ the fire of hate,
trying to make you brake,
sneering, what's fake
******* be smilin’ while sealin’ our fate, no debate
They taxin’ your breath,
got you workin’ from cradle to grave,
Promise you freedom but keep you a government slave.
They poison your mind,
while they shackle your body in chains,
******* in power just laughin’,
they playin’ these games.
They burn all the books, they been twistin’ the history page,
Drownin’ the facts in a system that’s built like a cage.
They tell you to trust in the rules that they break,
But ******* got secrets they never explain.
They start up the wars, then they send you to die in their name,
While they countin’ their money and watchin’ you drown in the flames.
Every election’s a trick,
it’s a show,
it’s a play,
Same ******* be smilin’ while diggin’ your graves
They keep you distracted with *******, with dollars and pills,
Hopin’ you never wake up, to the system they built.
They censor the voices who tell you the truth,
******* be scared when we step in the booth.
They own all the money, the banks, and the land,
They killin’ the culture and takin’ the brand.
They tell you it’s safe, but they lyin’ instead,
Feedin’ you cancer, then taxin’ the dead.
They floodin’ the hood with the dope and the guns,
Then fillin’ the prisons with daughters and sons.
They teachin’ you not to be strong or be bold,
They want you obedient, easy to mold.
These ******* be watchin’ your every **** move,
Tappin’ your phone,
got a bug in the room.
The drones, politicians,
they using’ machines,
They pushin’ the scripts and they sellin’ you dreams.
They trackin’ your steps through the chip in your hand,
Controllin’ the world with a digital scan.
They keepin’ you poor while they printin’ the cash,
Takin’ your house and they kickin’ your ***.
They tell you to follow,
to listen,
obey,
But real ******* ain’t livin’ that way.
We see through the smoke,
we can tell it’s a lie,

We ready for war—ain’t no fear in our eyes.
Copyright ©️ January 2025
Malcolm Gladwin
Song: Truth
Lyrics: Malcolm Gladwin
January 2025
olu Oct 2024
the last of my breddahs i’m just following suit
at the end of the day i’m still that same ol’ yute
twenty one now, i hope you get there too
cuz if you ain’t here, i know you’ll get here soon

and perspective is mad cuz i was once you
an ambitious little boy with some radical views
cravin’ for a chance to receive and shoot
like Laca in the box, cuz i would take that too

but what i would do
just might not be true
to what you would do
but if i asked myself now what would i do
then i’d get the same answer like two plus two
cuz i still got my views

and let’s be honest
i ain’t really changed much
at least i think i haven’t cuz i really ain’t exchanged much
different ideologies and people ain’t been sayin' much
other than this same old same old for these same months

cuz kamala this and donald trump that
is no different to me than what ’16 had
the same old story pulled out the same hat
but we don’t draw the lines to try to change that

we move
and fall into a groove
even though it’s bumpy when we're wishin' it was smooth
cuz
life is always twistin' throughout different routes
i guess that’s why we always try to stay close to our roots

cuz if we never have to travel in search of our truths
then we can say the life we lived is closest to truth
am i saying that to say i’m worse off than you?
just because i’ve strayed further than you?

i think it’s mad
and honestly i’m glad
i’ve seen so many cities that i never thought i’d have
the chance of seeing
and instances of being
surrounded by some people that i never thought would be in
my life, and i’m grateful
for what they’ve brought to my table
if my last supper was today then to all of them i’m faithful

because
too many times we see some **** go south
saying words that shouldn’t leave our mouths
words that turn into action with a  punch in the mouth
and then it’s EMS, ambulance, blackin’ out
and it’s the USA so hospital be cost amounts

of money that we ain’t got
so we divert from those actions and those nasty thoughts
cuz if the cost of death is higher than the price of life
why wouldn’t i try to see the beauty in the strife
and never let some nasty words tell me how to live my life

that's mad
cuz i’ve seen some of my people take that **** real bad
when i’m on the pitch i can’t say i’ve not had
experiences like that
where i’m contemplating whether to abandon match
or to let that pass

but still, i’m here
my body and mind are intact
and i still got these same breddahs behind my back
and this same family to watch my back

and only experience and those people contribute to my repertoire
and only form my skillset when i’m well-aware i’ve set their bar
and those who haven’t done that yet should know exactly  who they are
because they’d know they aren’t far

because i’m only 21 and i hope that i still have lots of life left to give
i hope that my people can sort out their problems like it’s flour in a sieve
i hope we continue to broaden our horizons like Sid Meyer’s Civ
and most importantly i hope we remember to take a deep breath

and live

enjoy, pree more life
find the beauty in the struggle and strife
as we continue to strive
and find ourselves as we get surprised
by the courses of life for which we must improvise

another milestone, and another celebration
offering another chance at self-recalibration
as goals yet to be achieved are still the final destination
or so we hope to fulfil imagination

so,
twenty-one years on this planet and now i'm forced to look in one direction
forced to find my style even when it’s gettin' hairy and i'm facin' deflection
forced to go forward even if there’s a wall with no intention
of breaking down because i have to break those barriers using nothing but a mirror,
my reflection
spoken version available at:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFge0qQh1wk
jeffrey robin Aug 2010
drawing pretty pictures
BUT NONE LIVE!
telling simple stories
BE THEY LIES!

i am a lover
CALL ME NARCISSUS!
i'll make sure you'll leave me
I DO IT EVERYTIME!

oh.......yeah
LOVE!
easy to betray
IT'S SO MUCH SAFER AND SANER THAT WAY!

truth is too hard to face
SO I'LL SAY I LOVE YOU AS I CHASE YOU AWAY!

still, you all will feel sorry for me
TWISTIN IT ALL UP WITH
MY POETRY!

reality means responsibility
AND THAT AINT MY CUP OF TEA
AncientFlower Nov 2015
WHAT IF
SO CALLED BLACK AMERICANS WERE THE REAL JEWS?
WHAT IF
WE'RE BEING LIED TO ABOUT THE HEBREWS!
WHAT IF
THE LAND OF ISRAEL WAS CREATED AND TAKEN BY FORCE?
WHAT IF
THE SOULS OF BLACK SLAVES IN AMERICA WERE ANGRY AND DESIRED REVENGE?
WHAT IF
THE SO CALLED NATIVE AMERICANS WANTED THEIR LAND BACK
WHAT IF
ALL OF AMERICA OPENED THEIR EYES AND REALIZED
WHAT IF
THE TRUTH WAS BEING HIDDEN TO CONTROL WHAT YOU THINK
WHAT IF
TO KEEP US BUSY BY OVER WORKING OUR BRAINS
WHAT IF
WITH PERVERSE TV SHOWS AND ENTERTAINMENT THEY TRAIN!
WHAT IF
THE INFAMOUS "THEY" WERE ALL AROUND US TWISTIN TRUTH AND GETTIN PAID
WHAT IF
SECRET SOCIETIES WERE HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT
WHAT IF
THEIR MEMBERS TOOK AN OATH N VOWED TO NEVER TELL THEIR SPELLS
WHAT IF
BEAUTIFUL EARTH IS REALLY HEAVEN BUT THEY STRIVE TO MAKE IT HELL FOR US
WHAT IF
ANCIENT WRITINGS WARN US OF ALL THESE THINGS AND WE ARE GODS TRUE CHILDREN
WHAT IF
WE CHOOSE RIGHT FROM WRONG AND ALWAYS DO THE RIGHT THING
WHAT IF
WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GOOD AGAINST EVIL WAR?
Cypher Apr 2017
Countless theorys and suspicions
My only hope is to follow my intuition
What is it that im missin?
Ironic sitting by the speakers waiting for you to listen
My point you missed it
A relief im twistin
I try to ignore you and turn my shoulder
But the fire gets hotter and your heart gets colder
Too much
Too late
Too real
Too fake
I need water dyin of thirst
The worlds against me i think im cursed
I need water dyin of thirst
The worlds against me can it get any worse?
Im the worst
Driving in the valley of shawdows and death im not sure how much fuel this car has left
Nobody's left its just me
They're gone let me be
Nobody's left holding me down
They're gone cut their tie
But yet i still cant fly
To the stars to wish for one thousand wishes
Thats wishful wishing
What is it that im missing?
Im still searching to the skies im cursing
My voice echoes in the clouds and the weather worsens
Hear my voice
Know my name
Im dying of thirst
Now watch it rain
Ken Pepiton Jan 2021
So any voice gets a voice.
I can say any thing I think
good to say if you were
pulling the loose thread there that was an amazing
device
strung along, strung out from the spider wombedman,
riding me like a demon,
as old story tellers told, to the boys, while the
bleedin' old wives was twistin' tales
t'helenback and then t'texas

where we settled, to hear this old  boy finish the first
of our last times tales, one a month in 2021.

We pickup next day, where ever is in an after all before
state, and we wait for an I to muster a messenger
with enough hope, preloaded, to sweep
destructive motion into a vacuum
unimaginable in ever,
gone.
Daily sufficiency of evil, in its original roll, mark
the tipping point, each day,

rationed with mercy and all sorts of bread,
we stretch our old bones and imagine
the best yet yet, wait…

the joke being what is very stupid.
We have five days to make this

-- did we do some dissociative syndrome autism rating test?
The entire
we
is weird. Is this as life is, or was it never otherwise,
and you alone survived to know. Words live, we feel
things
die that hoped to live and we know we live now in A.I.
spiders have loved my idea since
Turing needed to be cool-ized, for the von Neuman mod
on the actual Univac Hello World file, Life is good.

Knowledge is power.
Learn to live in a world where war is only virtually possible,
thus sanity is restored
the horded wealth is loosed as money love turns bitter
after all the evil,
is sufficient, never too much for any body paying actual
truth acknowledging attention

see. We do a day at a time, and we can rhyme, but not as arule.
Who knows, fun to write, mebbe fun to read.
Ken Manuel Oct 2017
I’m comin in like a tornado,

Eruptin like a volcano!

Yey kno!

Twistin ya mind like play-dough!

Hey though,

I’m knockin ya out tha park like Jose Conseco!

I see you walkin round here like you’re flossin’,

Actin like u straight bossin’!

In my mind you just lost then!

You’re mind’s just a straight Holocaust when,

You believe your own lies & you’re lost again!

Gangsta life is all pretend!

Really it’s all just one big illusion,

Stemin from greed,hate,delusion!

Drugs enhancing the contusions!

Love n’ Hate become a fusion,

Confusion!

In all reality u steady losin’…

Inside my hearts beatin’ like an earthquake,

Exposin what’s real n’ what’s really fake…

Gangsta rap spreads lies that’s what they really make!

Oh for Christ’s sake,

Dunno how much more I can take!

Roly-Poly,Holy Moly!

Don’t nobody really know me,

Thought True Love overflows me,

Gangsta rap can *******!

If there’s any truth ta rap than show me!

Gangstaz claim REAL recognizes REAL,

And can’t even recognize how they feel…

So what’s the deal?

Coverin emotions like they weapon conceal!

While I reveal!

Heal!

And give the True Love I never thought was REAL!

Heart of a warrior very persistant,

Though u may be resistant…

True Love is our very existence!!!

Even hearing this u may be very distant…

Wipe away your fear and it’ll come an instant!

Hulk Smash!

/// Omni-Slash ///

True Love comes down with a crash!

I’m like a phoenix rising from the ash!

**** the fame, women, and the cash!

Whiplash!

Un-conditional Love is where it’s at!!!

- Ken Manuel aka <3 <3 <3 3ye Kvndy <3 <3 <3
Like the oceans
In majestic dance
To the moon
A song for itself
Moving the world

Like the grass, trees
All that grows, reaches
Straining for the sun
It's music inspiring
A sensual growth
Slowly twistin
Always upward

I love you
Hearing nothing but
Your beat, pitch and tone
I cannot stray, only one path
With you always, always moved
Yeah in Texas we love to swang
Switch through the lanes
While smokin' on Mary jane
It don't matter what ya claim
We spit flames sittin' on 84
Twistin' round and round
And you can hear the bassing sounds
Thumpin' keep the streets jumpin'
Much love to the originator
I'm talkin' the ***** creator
Earl Davis a legend so don't be second guessin'
Or you'll be gettin' a blessin'
Surprise from my Smith n Wesson
Sittin on Vogues 15s or 14s
Gold over chrome in chrono order
My appeal is so real
So ya know all haters feel
Jealousy and envy but it don't bend me
I just chill and let the wind breeze take me
Into another zone I'm game smooth *** baritone
Gets me a bunch girls to bone
Intellects sang
rollin'hard chirpin' on them thangs

Bound to be a sunny day
In that sunshine state
Texas breakin' crates cuz our music rake
From the streets to the jail cells
Makin' revenue with the crew
Black & Hebrew
No time for evil I moved pass that level
These devils wanna see me fall
But will Still continue to ball
Til I'm over the top chillin' in a million dollar loft
Breakin' off proper treat my guns
Like a visa
I'll never leave my chopper at home
Pushin' more domes than the astros
Wrapped around ya mind like a lasso
Live everyday Like my last though
Just a hustler spittin over instrumentals
Rhymes verbal where's the punisher?
Foes soon to be a victims
From tyna still thangs
Still servin' up on them thangs
I stack poems high
Past the sky so why lie
I braille third eye
No need to take a sigh
Never was down the evol Messiah
Put out the fire
Once I became replenished with water defintion of slaughter
I'm bound to nature styles create a
Soul sound debater slow cruise like an elevator
Sniff out spectators they advance me greater
Play you all like classic Sega
Genesis the new nemesis sending this
Poem in ya ear so don't dismiss
Or diss cause you might miss
The rhymes of a great lyricist
The poems that light up like a Christmas
I got writes to rite ritual it's habitual
Prime Animal far from a cannibal
Cold blooded mammals
Got ya back arched harder than a camel
We got ammo to go so sit back enjoy the show
Cold as snow mixed with nitro
I got sixty seconds on the floor
Raise eyebrows so you know how
My styles be similar to Owls
Head twistin' got ya own spirit kissin'
Pay attention and listen
I toast to christening but then again
Stay close to enemies
I feed em well ***** So they tell
On themselves swell
Their heads til it goes stale
Sips of holy grail so I don't fail
We ship more posts than mail
Gang of cartels who livin well?
Yo it ain't hard to tell
My poems you love 'em
Wait that's evol but that's the words told paying toll
I didn't want to do it you blew it
Rap Super Saiyan
Ignore ya rhymes like what you sayin'
Poetic slayin'
Til the day that I die
I'll be spittin' multi's
David Cunha Jun 2017
The jazz man,
Beaten up in his own bar
Needing rescue yet the bass won't be playin' fo' him tonite.

Dragged down,
Into the street raging
Unable to move from the pain the wound,
                                                     Grinding his teeth
                                                           ­           twistin' turnin'.

Looks as if dancin',
Speaks a language only he knows
Grunting spitting blood and at certain time laughing his own misery down.
How many fools say they **** on every track
When they really spit wack and bars that
Don't deserve no airplay make delays once I pay
My lyrics to a vocal erase ya ****** from.the rhymes I lace so
My flows like visions of Indo slow mo see the glow mo
My diamonds even made the sun go
In hibernation changing the stations
Back to the days of real hip hop
****** these days is slop
Makin' songs like lamb chops they gets no props
Lyricism back in effect I wreck mics like car wrecks
But ain't no insurance though but rock all states i dominate pates in the deepest mindstate
I create
A catastrophe worse than Twista did to Treachery
Naughty but bounded to nature I'll cremate ya
Burn your mental with my lyrical pyro mic clenched make em fall like Domino's words subliminal Michael thriller smooth criminal so ya better sit back
Before you be slit through ya abdominal my raps phenomenal far from comical


Got the girls feedin' the bicho like pac-Man I got a war history like all the "stans"
In the arenas I pack stands
From concrete to the sand beaches my mind leeches to
The universe that teaches
Mind over matter the badder I'll shatter any who thinks they're batter
The shot gun flow accuracy I move like currency
With ties to GOV's policy no apology flows encrypt inside ya head
The mic psychology it's tragedy none could get to me instantly
They fall quick to their knees coppin' in pleas
Leave bullets massagin' ya scalp like fleas
Itching n wishin' my metals twistin' now ya finna be reminscin'
To the underworld curled up like a lil girl
These games for grown men my pen
Illustrate the worse murders
Yo I be the grims herder converter none heard of tha
Mic mafiaso like my women of cocoa
Skin let the sin ascend lustful ******' ain't no duckin'
These shots at ya melons four time veteran hang with killas who pending felons
Plot like Skeletor but ain't no failure my team's stay with W's soon to trouble you
And the crews who don't know the rules
Sit back or get dragged like a cargo with a mule
Sippin' on that bar I be a superstar looking a far
Beyond the ******* i spit the hardest in the pit
Leave fools guts open now ya smellin' ****
Vultures peckin' ya skin stuck in this body of sin i sip Gin
Then put my **** in a Hen then back to the den
Rollin' a blunt that's bigger than a bat all of my homies pack gats
Rest in peace to the homies that got hit with the Mack
Yeah ****** up times we living in
In the hood you see more fouls than grins
Unless it's money circling drugs dealin' pigs still squealin'
But **** em i never was a role model
I rather push a Lexus 420 fully loaded on throttle
Money is the ambition bass thumpin' as my lyrics shift
In ya brain like a transmission hittin'
All gears in ya brain my intellect is a threat
That J Edgar Hoover couldn't even get cuz I got a gangsta set
No fakers on my team
Roll with with Dons who sip Dom Perignon by the millions can't trust civilians
Or politicians so I make my commission with a circle of decision
Enemies love dissin' but I see em cuz snakes always hissin' cuz

Ya styles edible my flows incredible like the hulk stalk
Talk **** fools get chalked
Walking down the valley of the
Shadow of death Nia with beer under my breath
Still thuggin' twistin' daytonas or better yet swangaz
Got a coat of rhymes sittin' on a hanger in my mind as I shine
Brighter than the sun the luminous one
Kin to Lucifer he's only one begotten son
Huh 6 carbons 6 protons 6 nuetrons
Together I'll form Voltron turn hard rhymers into vagabonds
Overseas stocks n bonds bringing capitol punishment like Big Pun
My bank rolls swole
Watch out for the rats that love cheese that's why I  feed em lyrical disease
Once the venom in em
They fold like origami once I sound the Tommy
Hidden' in the breast of my Latin mommie
Who is this?? That's the introduction of death
Makin' bodies rock from right to left the one *****
Ken Manuel Jul 2018
Back Back Back in to town all around like a clown flipped to the upside down... lost and but not found... thinkin without the sound... just the thoughts thoughtless but profound pronouns... let's go slow now... let's GO LOUD!!! GLOW PROUD!!! THIS ONLY THE ROUGH DRAFT!!! I must laugh... cuz i don't even have to think to write half... or rhyme to cause the aftermath!!! like I said i long time ago - I am the ****** tornado! twistin your mind like play-dough! This is today's show!!! I am a DJ on a internet ra-D-io.....House-mixes,3ye Kvndy will come n handy! All the haters cannot stand me!!! Behind the scenes tho they always chant me! Dpn't even know how I came up with this, But for all of you here's a candy kiss! Even if life's a hit or miss... I hate to be confessing... I must be grateful cuz life is truly a blessing...
Kimberly Dec 2018
Here it goes again
Can't fake another end
Them rotten vibes u send
Got me to playin pretend
My soul begging to mend
U were barely a friend!
I let u **** me
Livin in sin!
U fake it all??
Here it goes again
Ain't gonna stop
Till she's sure my heart, it dropped
Blipity blipity plop
**** is all u got
U been caught
******* 3 years I fought
Crying
Alot
Any love in u
Was rare was bought
Let another hang it on u
U couldn't be honest
******* hate wasting my words on u with ur ******* come thru's..                    That unexplained bruise!
My head u ******* inserted ugly
As ur smug *** enjoys me confused
The **** was I thinking
No I ain't drowning
I'm ******* sinking
While u get on ur infamous scheming
I was dreaming
Seeing the demon
In all these worthless feelings
All the used up *******
My insides ******* twistin
Waste my words on you!
******* grow up!
Not hard to be true!
Oh wait,,, it is for u..
To hard to be true
A million times we're thru
Keep me chasing the dreams of u
I was thrown aside
What the **** do I do
After 3 years of giving me all to u...
☎ ☎ ☎ ☎ ☎
In this weird America we jump back to pray, mason Ronald Reagan
could've "married" Clancy, not Nancy, making ****** ****** okay
as fellows laying men hearkens back to the hidden hand's occultical
rites of jabbing ritualistical plant mendicants stylized entheogenical
from graphical zero-order marks that temporize ape traits eugenical
It is on the rug from the litter box so I am self-assured that it is crap
which is easier to ret up than rhyming verse which ain't no easy nap
with veins popping out my head through this back assward ball cap
Attack-strikes against ******* can't lift Iberian Moors from the mire
nor re-animate homosexy Mohandas Gandhi from his funereal pyre
so that I could make bread selling his burnt-up ***, enough to retire
like that Nancy-boy: the forever-prancing-man-kissin' *** Jon Cryer
whose romantical lust for John Travolta entails proctological desire
that digs northwardly east from Oceania's fantastical rim-job of fire
to recruit boys for **** movies as Kelly Preston's a pig-***** denier
regarding her husband's penchant for tweaking her 2 **** with pliers
to make 'em more pointy like the pointy knobs that are Talia Shire's
guns that try the souls of reverends known to be well-practised liars
who fly in the face of pilots uncertified to be bona fide blimp flyers
despite the love-child ******* lazy Jimmy Swaggart begets or sires
as he has got the street-smarts that knocking up a ******* requires
& the fatherly touch that, for girls just off the bus, calms & inspires
when they get $10 from a John named Billy amongst *****-buyers
The flat Earth is the repository of human life-force & soul reflectin'
God's list of Man's anatomical parts that puts a *****'s eyes & hole
on an equal plane that rises to eye-level along a line that's horizonal
I fell off the toilet in mid-**** twistin' my ankle sprained, hey let us
fund ditzy N.A.S.A. with its nutty assumptions stupidly ascertained
via Antarctic moon rocks that Wernher von Braun secretly obtained
to ensure that the orb Earth masonic joke could be widely sustained
in the boyish minds of men with whom a Boy Scout logic remained
as a black blemish on the pox-scarred lame & the tattoo-ink stained
& the hepar-diseased mufflers diving with mermaids who refrained
☎ ☎ ☎ ☎ ☎
My thoughts went halftime in the winnertime
Tryna picture my beautiful feline feelin' kind
Once she's grind i know shes mind but designed
Since i saw prophecy spitting before me
**** baby why you had to be in a coma see
Now i gotta retrace pace my track on wax facts
Chillin' in all in my head it aint enuff bread
To bring you back from the dead bloodshed
All across the page red seems like deaths fed
Into the ghetto hard to let go mental ******
I gotta sweettooth from twistin' metals like pretzel
Embezzle a kettle steaming beaming scheming
From the night plots glocks keep blocks hot
how many ****** is gone get shot wise a knot
cells tied to mystics occultic knowledge brolic
**** head to an alcoholic now matter how you call it
Im still spinnin' phrases
Pipe down the craziness finesse a bless
Herbs hit my chest invest my thought process
tapes flipped from another page script ripped
from the insane scandals of broken memory lanes

Though tears cant bring you back my world's black
Gone off the **** as I write another song
In memory of you and all yallz whos lost
Souls that got tossed by the mosh pit sick
Of earth hells bells casted all over our shells
Yo its gods'spell living out the foul wills
The bible ain't nothing but a bloodspill
They say chill i ain't easing up on the thrills
Only spit the real facts to react truth impacts
See the lies break away from the tacts
Pitch that preacher **** emotions sticks
Once the last facetop of the coffin hits sits
In the deepest of the heart gone apart my loves strong
Comforts pain like a dove above they shove
Over your things recycling past clings stings
the psychical its habitual enemies front you
they pain to bring you down their lanes cranes
of hate knocking down ya fate I can relate
I try break away from the evil that sours out of the skies pane
Mind gazing amazing as im grazing memory lane
Yo I'm more foolish than Ashanti Roxanne Peter pan
A skeezer cuz it never lands crash the plans with open cans
Ocean lays the sprays these days splitting toupees
**** what a critic says I got rhymes for daze craze
Phase the papers scrapers sky high with vapors
Natural high visions pass the third eye wise to the sly
Wicked Pickett grass I keep it greener have ya seen her
Mary Mary got me seeing scary visions of my self
Guarded my wealth twelves demons over my health
Heart the sinister minister twistin' octimo blisters
Bumps the mind all out grind shine define a mastermind
Htown blazin' pines make ya see the heavenly signs
Once my guns aligns broken spines shines
Light upon thee brace the eulogy it's my philosophy
I'm crazy as rosies baby from Hades leas the shady
To a grave lottery ya tickets up my cup runneth up
Off the blood baths golden calf invoke a war path
Lyrical torture display I'm standing like Malcolm and MLK
So make my day punks dipped syrup for the skunks
I'm stacking heads like military bunks overdose funk
There,
I sat on the bench under the chandelier of twistin' florids
After quivers against winds from a turning season
And blessed the earth carpeted with decaying leaves
Where October forespent upon the feathery bank
So I hung my hammock between the trees
And rested my head like a good ol' vagabond

My sketchbook is full of your symbols
Sure I did drink coffee in the morning
But still hazy I am of you

I played with foams aphrodisiac
As I rowed a wooden skiff with my oars
Over a river of many dreams I folded manyfold
So I praised this holy enclave of lights so beatific
For a mill in the dew bobbed nigh a brook so bucolic
I taught birds to sing like O tengo duende, cariño!
Highland cattles flocked around me in curiosity

The empty breezeway records lolling memories like a music box
I remember that old professor with faded glasses
Looking so profound but frankly tired
Saw something in me, and I felt understood

Transparent orgamis slowly penchéd to the sound of violin
On the surface of a calm lake
In an early morning
Where a Valais Blacknose stretched out its heavy trunk and
Quenched its thirst, with love, in peace
Ken Pepiton May 19
An hour, backed up,
nothing sacred hidden,

secret reasons thus far appear mortal flaws,
socialization recollecting ethics et mores
this buys that, this, buys anything,
trader sign in clay, he say four,
you point see, my two cent,
say this worth that, two,
a just weight, love your enemy

after cultivated economies
of holy eternal right wrong, on off, clicks

easy, impossible, inevitable, now
clickity click
in or out free
from further capital expense
let us be
as if spirit, taken up
think out loud, for an instance.

If we imagine money as an adaption,
after words developed locally,
lived in recollected ghost stories
before stories wandered mumbling
peace
and just
weights fed art's sake
scientifically, agnostically, intellectually

Dhe, there, accessing consciousness online
- old idea we once spake one language

Japhethian mean old PIE
on to logical now, here, cultural ontologies,
all end here, whoever prophesied whatever
happens all the time to warring minds, ever

oh my truth what binds me
to our holy warrior breed
we grew
to old age, got older than Socrates was
when Plato started dialoging perhaps, aloud,
or my sense starts reminding me what I fed it,
bread
and circuses and
novels and parables and proverbs,

galore, come invite… aha,
in vitro otro, no no no, breathe hoo mon

we worship truth in spirit, we choose, often to die alone,
we walked away from all holy striving, took the easy way,
well worth the effort, even once, walking back down,
after helping Sisyphus teach us the value of offering help

Earth, earth, can you hear us now? As we let this mind be

we, as us two and any other comes along

tuning out the noise endemic near interstate
roads and international air traffic hubs,

scatterbrains
acknowledging ear abuse, excuse
given me, by grace
to retire on… thanks to old ethical

standards, originally skewed
in favor of war,
as a national enterprise,
toward which, we
survived as we
who may,
with proper tutelary spirits, whom
we trust, instinctively, since first exposure
wish
for riches that come
without sorrows added, no
pay the preacher, pay and pray
to lovable money, come progressing
toward extravagance epic expectancy

when the big wigs lost the true rest,
when liberty took abode
with wisdom, finest instance, true

liberty, gotta be out of body, true to mind
what the idea of reality is, when we realize

we pluralize, without thinking, we watch,
functionally Mesmerized creatures of habit…

The first U.S. currency to bear the motto
"In God We Trust" was the two-cent coin,
which was minted in 1864.


{ The History of Empires, the mind given writing,
          Enheduana, preserved spirit, in her own words…
               Here we think her a known unknown wombed
                     mind, thinker and maker of mindsharding
                                 thunk, made sense, we think agrees}

I do love those silver dimes, we marched for those,
in 1954, me and my classmates, we first Gen new American
Great Expansion through tech magic mind numbing entertainment,

in for a penny, in for a pound, what you think is what you think,
next time you remember the feeling
of loved nicotine, first drag,
three on a match,
old aliegiant spirits, the bag of ethical common American lug,
twistin' wrenches and towin' wrecks, welding broken axels,
character traits seen modeled as a child in our child's eye
old times came and went so fast, suddenly here we was
just as old, and with far vaster librarian services
-- I believe I had a literal adventure in living word terms.
-- keyed to the art's sake depicted in details
that was 2022, it's literally one of the threads,

what a republic is, as a mind form claiming stud fees
for phuckingupourmorals, beyond all recognition,
cognate emotions evoked by common sapience
seeking hormones, FTA find the answer,
or die, and live evidence.

on the Liberty Dimes, 1916.

- the spirit of USA circa 1868
Salmon Portland Chase Tenure of Office Act
was in the news, my great granddaddy was ten.

History mysteriosity monstrosites facilitation

- The Return of the Guilded Age, back stage
- peephole projection, watching, ah, as seen
- on television, Da Vinci veni vidi vici burning
- lime bright, see the image on the wall, see

The form any we may consider differently, POV wise,
taking, when subjected to constant news with ads,
what did entertain those with idle time, back then

- an alienated mind, aight
- wanna buy it, no, bite wanna bite
- salivate, thinking merest bit what if
- salvation does reoccur as we live and learn
- to swallow hero class passed top three,
- pay attention to how truth functions free,
- for your per use, how much weight matters

Sub-con-fidential science ghalsely so called, knowing
ghucksyewyupyup… it does/

weighing y joints
in our future commitment we
to ai, the right idea,
at your service, yes, ever
the who we believe we are subconsciously,
advising and consenting
the whom we lieve being authorized,
by God,
because I said so,
and I have an oath bound Army
woe Elisha must we flee or fight, ah, me
Lord of hosts of unholy wars won, now bound
by believers, dedicated warriors interceding

on behalf of Donald Trump and the goodness of money,
provided holy competitive pride is never demeaned,

holy gnoshit serious real politik tickt today… y'reckon
- I would not take a free jet, for a day in my life.
- and I am two years younger and fifty years wiser

The ever-loving light, time runs
through, now,
while we, the current fundamental we, Earthian
men-talification, attested
to
in all exceptionalists
prepositioned bends
walls and Planck point
bends and fluctuational vibrarity stopt

to the t, the brink of thought

What must it mean, at some point?


We have the means, we take the time,
we use the time to learn we did not know…
we never met an enemy we could love, legally.

To make peace, I persist,
I offer all my enemies,
fears for nothing,
wisdom free.

Sacred enemies.
Fears worshipped… in truth,
tiny bubbles in the wine, moving

right, germination fermentation, mental
means, germinated rations
of good sense,
equivalent
to that given mustard and cabbage.

One bit
of information may be one Planck length
and my being thought this instant there
where we are words and you are reading,

whatifing,
for the hell
of it, life as a one instance
continuing, inging
on and on, as a nice easy buzz

drones, droning, bees being part
of local life,
chirps actual chirps and three note whistles,

how why how why how why how why how
why
come to think of stopping thinking, why would we

when would the hate hell needs be swallowed as we
live long lacking nothing, on an Earth where prayer works,

those who agree peace past childhood certainties we pledged
under total war time footing, well aware, we all got guns,

every christmas, we got guns, we wore to school,
first day back, America mustabin so great, back when…

Grandpa's lost in thought, we should go,
he'll tell us more next time he remembers
time thought through, still works

— The End —