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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/8/2007 9:14:54 AM | As always AM, I enjoy your thoughts.......your thread.......
Failed Hope.
An insistant provication...
Contemplating diversion from the sightless...
Reality sways....
I stand....
In the killing fields where all bow...
..and place their hope...
By the graves of their misdeeds....
Tho I am....
Particular to the red hue...
...color of failing sun....
Bring me your dreams by the rising tide....
By the moonlight casting long shadows...
Elongated by simplicities curse...
Round circle of fools a feast of worms...
Venom through these viens...
Laughter by the winds...
Gather to me the unsightly...
Rendition a symphony of concocted lies...
Whereby...
I view the last breath...
By the cold place...
A frigid mist...
Given life by a silent scream....
Yet....
Nothing comes....
Hopelessness is your shivering fingers....
Lifeless eyes...
Pale flesh...
Walk the place of nightmare...
A wish spoken to sky....
That...
Your misguided judgement....
Yearning the image before you...
Is not your own....
Pick up the fragments...
Of your shattered mirror......
Place your spirit...
Gather your coins for the passage....
I see you....
Upon the funeral pire...
Where lies....
And the utter emptyness....
Of your life....
Reside.
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Posted: 3/8/2007 1:39:47 PM | All I can think about is that honey complection,
And the way you skin glows when you slipping them Dr desses,
Wondering why got you a smithing wesson,
cause the hommies in the hood is the reason we stressing.
I miss that gansta love and a little affection.
Them butter soft lips when you kissing my chest and
Jenny promise you I put nothing above you,
and behind that vest i gotta heart my hommies need love too.
it used to be caramel
spreewell
rimzone
glasshouse
ass out
jabob watch
jim stones
bandana
nike air's
tennis braclets
white fair ?
black rag do or die
45 right here.
everytime i was down you was always right there,
and everytime visiting hours came i know i girl did,
so paint diamonds right here,
chain hang the ice there,
the reason for my tatoo tear hold me right here.
I'm locked up counting the days down,
Trynna keep my head up cause the punitencery ain't no playground,
I'm dying in here and i don't know how you stay down,
In the shooting range twice a week shooting that trey pound,
I would never ask you to wait around,
Butt no more outta town trip on that greyhound.
thats it peeps, sorry for the rudness and impolitness butt i guess thats all done and i'l do the best that i can to keep it nice for all you's... even tho thats a really hard thing to do imma bare with you's and hopefully your guideance and frienships will lead me thru... one blood, one love.... take care.
Mike | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 1:52:33 PM | Many greive,and many mourn,
why you think,,,yur the only one?
I am just wonderin,,,,why you feel,
so let down, and not so real?
Let it come down to the day,
you give a word, not really playin,
give it all you have and then,
come back and give it to us again,
you have words that lighten minds,
keep it easy, not so unkind.
I know life makes us hard, and mean.
lets make it good, try to give it clean.
All who suffer, all in pain, we are the ones,
who try to stain, the pages with a word,
a meaning, finding others, in this seeming,
that we all are in one place,,,,
always,,hurting, many faces, cry in mercy.
Let it not be just ones burdon, while we all
need less , and more learning,,,,
carry it as a lesson learned,
find a soul, that helps heal wounds. | |
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| Memories
Posted: 3/8/2007 4:44:11 PM | Thank you AM for this wonderful space....
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It
.......is
with
...............GREAT
hatred
that I long to
rip out
..........your heart.............
Watch you suffer
..........and bleed to your.......
miserable end.
...I
......want........
to hear you
.......plead for your life........
As I did
.....for what.....
seemed like
......................ETERNITY.
Your a pathetic waste on this place
...............we call Earth.
I however thank you,
...............know it as Hell.
.........For you.......
My existence IS a nightmare.
.......I am not your blood,
for that is MY crime.
Shall
....I...
call
YOU
Master,
as if I am nothing more than a slave?
..............."Shut the FUCK up!!"............
YOU yell,
All the while YOU
KNOW
...............I am the one who's right!
I am not your Daughter,
.........at least in my eyes.
I wish you DEATH,
................for you are NOT my Father.
....I...
.........want
....................YOU
..........................to suffer
as I did for 5 long gut wretching years.
.....You
............make
........................me
...WANT...
To gouge out my OWN
...........eyes..........
so I don't have to see your disgusting face.
.....Cut off my ears.....
.......... so I don't have to hear
.....YOUR.....
...commands of hate.
...........BURN...........
My
............SOUL.......
So I don't have to feel the
........................................PAIN...............................
As I live each day
.....................in my mental dungeon..................
..........My.........
....ONLY....
Reason for
......waking is this.......
...I...
............Am...
.....................NOT...
......The predator......
..........................I am the prey.............................
I am not the one who is going to rot in HELL.
.....When....
................YOU...
.......................die.......
YOU WILL
................pay the price................
Not me.
..............For I WILL Be the one looking..........
.....down...
..............down...
On you laughing from HEAVEN.
.................All the while.........
....YOU....
...........will.........
...........................be the one...............
under the whip as its cracking at YOUR back.
........................You may feel like a king...........................
Enjoy it while it lasts.......
..............................Because when you DIE..............................
YOU
...........will...........
BE
nothing....
.
.
.
.
.
.......................but a VICTIM to the devils heart.
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 4:58:43 PM | are you kidding me,go buy some spinners and watch another paul wall vidieo.
Hey mike wanna see my streets,down south,they are bloddy,motherfuc#ers will kill you for your nikes | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 5:00:31 PM | I fall ad stratch and god speak thorugh me,take my car,my clothes,you can hevae it all. i like the dirt I live in.
See the ashes drug across my face | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 5:08:03 PM | “I view the last breath...
By the cold place...
A frigid mist...
Given life by a silent scream....”
“I stand....
In the killing fields where all bow...
..and place their hope...
By the graves of their misdeeds....”
Truth, the two above quatrains really took me there. I love the vision therein!
“Elongated by simplicities curse...”
“Round circle of fools a feast of worms...”
“Hopelessness is your shivering fingers....”
And these three particulars lines brought into my mind
Thoughts of the greet prophecies.
I realize that nine times out of ten only the Poet knows the intended meaning…
But I’m very content with the voice in this poem.
It’s good to see you here, Truth!
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Mike E Money; you’ve seen and touched so much, but yet and still, you love.
You know how it feels to be in the battle zone. You know how it feels to win…and you know how it feels to lose a loved one. The reality of this poem, from the perspective of both the man and woman, is somewhat alarming. Brings me into memory of an experience I once had:
see I was initially raised in Watts…but soon moved to south central…needless to say…I was drawn to everything fast…fast women, fast cars, hard core comrades…you know the deal; well, one day a close friend of mine was playing his part, you know, being the biggest and the bad-est in the pack, I wish I had of been there; nevertheless, while intoxicated with pcp, he decided to play Russian-roulette, he first aimed the “Gun” at a close friend of ours, that is too now dead, he aimed the gun at him and pulled the trigger…the gun just clicked…he then immediately turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger…………..his mother was in the next room……..when she heard the 38 revolver gun blast, she ran into the other room to see her son’s brains all over the contents of the room…..and all over everyone that was in that room. The day of his funeral I was one of the pallbearers, and what a stroke of fate, later that exact day, I was shot through the shoulder. I refuse to go into deep details.
My message is, be careful with them guns….friends often do some crazy things that cause love ones much grief. What seems to be the right path today can cause you a great deal of mental pain latter. “Be Careful out there in those streets.”
I’m not trying to preach to the quire, but if I didn’t say something…I would feel otherwise ashamed of myself.
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Jules_4u…. you speak with the voice of a loving and caring guardian Angel.
But sometimes people can only feel what they mentally see right before them…and thus, this becomes the reality of that person’s life! As Poet’s, we try to feel all things…and at the same time balance that that we feel and see, with so many other elements that make us the poet’s that we are. I don’t know about everyone else…but sometimes it’s hard to talk or compose beyond the various shades of the agony and grief…but you are direly correct…
We must learn how to “carry it as a lesson learned.”
But I dearly appreciate the wisdom!
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swEtRoXRocker: a million thoughts are running through my mind. I see so many depictions herein. It’s written that no one can know our pain in the intensity that we feel it. And I really don’t want to say too much…not on what I see.
My eyes are watery…and I am very angry….this poem is heartfelt….it reminds me of the poems that I just read the day before yesterday on the Armenian Genocide.
Wow! What triumph and courage! What resilience and power!
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Posted: 3/8/2007 5:39:13 PM | | If you only knew how that man treated someone we respect j,you would change yor mind,but then agin Imight be the wrong one,but I willgaldly be worng and fall wioth my brothers and sisters. Such shallow minds my friend and I am but one of them. I hang my head humbled if that makes any sense | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 5:43:30 PM | Ink and scars...TruthIsee is dear to heart here as well....
We must do what we can not to agitate the flame...
I try to speak from the heart...thus as ye do....
We are here to make peace....thus, I'm trying! | |
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| just toughts..
Posted: 3/8/2007 5:45:45 PM | | I was not speaking of him broha,I knwo him also and yes you are right | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 6:20:05 PM | | Indeed...Tenz...is loved here too! | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/8/2007 6:20:32 PM | Mentally befogged
Sorting through solicitudes
Woe betide the dissention
The dissention in me
It’s not satan
That’s too simple
But the lesion is real
But ad nauseam beliefs are repudiated
What of dies irae?
What of that tribunal?
But even the Bishops
Have become sermon blasé!
Venal priest
Preach to the mirror growling!
Live therein
I adjure thee! | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 6:44:54 PM | I'm the king of homecalled home of the falls
he emerged from a flake call home of the weirds.
linke a pvssy named ink_and_scars trynna test me,
hommies best behave, when yo f@ggit ass best be,
chose words carefully when you adress me,
you ain't gotta like me butt u gotta respect me.
getting ****ed in the ass,
I ain't mad bout shit,
trying tuff,shot quick,
I'ts how ya @ss gone get.
i ain't run up putt a mask on you b!tch,
Imma empty out the clip,and yo @ss gone flip.
Lycicly i'l merk you,
physicly, i'l hurt you,
acting like you run the streets, you have a curfue.
pvssy playing with me,you'l be in the dirt soon,
looked you in the eye, see you sweet like purfume.
Muah
Daddy should of wore some head,wish he would of wore a rubber,
Butt he didn't so i guess now the world gotta suffer.
them new cats trynna take shots at me when they from india,
Butt what they gotta understand, this is canada and america,
I smell **** is that you, i take you as a pawn,
Then you wake up see me making money in tha crack dawn.
Putt spots on ya and i'm talking info red,
putt glocks on ya and i'm speaking ti'l your dead
Six feet under cause nobobody gives a **** bout yo bread.
Trying to be the big fish in thas pawn,
see how imma leave you looking your ass like spawn.
yeah ugly ass hit Hun
Butt i ain't even got burn burn you to make a song.
****slap you and make em show em peeps that you wear a thong,
Bottom line is that you's a moth fcking a hoe,
I'm the realist hommie breathing you b*tches exposed.
Wonderfull boy, the one man army,
Tag yo toeas off, tap tomping the army,
I ain't sacred to lose it
I ain't scrared to nake it,
your body on the cement uner that white blanket,
No i'm not faking,
I'l leave your head backing,
so if I give you some goods advice better take it,
Don't **** mike boy he crazy,
he like eminem and em boys, that boy shady.
Hired the showfer,hommies that boy lazy,
and i don't even like em hoes **** brang me,
Walk with a limp imma pimp hoe pay me,
I'm balling like M J in the mid ninetees,
You's not big or pac,
not east versus west,
hommies this is least versus best.
B!tch let you lay to rest,
Ain't no shots butt you, and i ain't a test.
hahaha peace
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| Joshua's House.....
Posted: 3/8/2007 6:49:19 PM | When a man hurts a woman
and scares her to the point of terror
it makes me sick
and yes this young man...
has shown a pained existence
his ignorance is shown and he needs to live with himself
I was not hurt by this bandit in the night
but he uses his "tough guy" to scare my lovers
I am but a meek man who cannot control the world
I only ask that you not hurt her anymore
your fear instilled is obvious
I ask you man to man...... leave her be
if you ever hurt her again,
my wrath will take you to hell
Tenz | |
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| Joshua's House.....
Posted: 3/8/2007 6:52:08 PM | | How boutt we say **** words and be soldilers little boy. I wil meet you half way. i love the sheeding of blood between man and man. It is what made history. what ya say,**** this internet shit,wanna get down,watch thte convict come out in me | |
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| Joshua's House.....
Posted: 3/8/2007 6:56:14 PM | take this to my thread,jousha has no need to have this negative enrgy in his home and like i said let's take it to the real world. i grew up in prison and the people I love ae because they are real,not living through mtv. I believ in the battle feild as much as i believ in poetry and helping people. real men of the past proved theirselves on the dirt. I promise i won't tap out
Most great kings and prophets were poets and warriors.not pretty mother****ers with diamonds and girls draped on their arms. I could care less how well you think you can ****,can you fight? | |
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| Joshua's House..... respect.
Posted: 3/8/2007 6:56:21 PM | I second that Bra.....
This is Joshua's place, show some respect.
Start your own thread, vent your obvious self hate there.......
I chose to be the better man, because simply said, I am.
Walk away, start your own thread, quit tainting other people's, we put alot of hard work into these places....they mean something to us, AM is a class act all the way, and you are disrespecting him by this......
Man....really.
Edit: not talking to you ink.....I agree with Tenz and yourself....100% | |
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| Joshua's House..... respect.
Posted: 3/8/2007 6:59:17 PM | | I am to,and hang my head in shame,but that little boy tried my friend. I defedn my friends honor. I openly apoligize jousha,thisis so wrong and i provoked it,but **** I am soild in what I believe | |
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| Joshua's House..... respect.
Posted: 3/8/2007 7:28:41 PM | It’s a maze
We walked in
fresh off the grey goose
I hear many words
But my mind is calm
My ankles are shackled
My arms are too
I’m 19
Fresh off of highway chases
And bank robberies
Every one’s speaking German and Swahili
The riddles are massive
I’m a buck 60ty soak’n wet
But I love the word games
My conversation is witty
The BGF is cool with me
The Panthers are passing me knowledge
I’m one of the few that “The Head” of
The BrotherHood would speak to
I walk with pride
I communicate with strength
I never carried a keysue
I talk with the Damus
The keyways
The Mexican Mafia
The Northerners
The Southerners
The Asians
I know this thing inside out…
But I got a vision…
And I listen with soundness of mind…
Being transported from one Belly of the beast to the next…
But the pain ain’t me…
Tattoo tears…
I lost count…
But being a man…
Is to master the system….
Damn it feels good to breathe free air…
And not be crammed in a shoe box…
With groaning men coming down off of heroin
Trying hard to keep their composure…
Or better yet,
It feels good to walk a free yard…
Without that punk ass tower man…aiming at my head…
Damn it feels good not to be paranoid…
Living close to the edge…
Tripp’n off of the impending melee…
Negotiating with grown men…
That missed there children…
Or seeing that
Some youngster can’t act right…
And though I loved him…
When the hit came down…
My words of mercy fell on def ears…
Hell naw, ain’t anything cool about that! | |
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| Joshua's House..... respect.
Posted: 3/8/2007 8:03:00 PM | Throwing rocks into water....
I read something once, that said along the lines....
Children are fascinated with throwing rocks into water to watch the IMPACT.
See, they are so little, they have no controls on their lives...so it makes them feel bigger. In a sense.
Ain't that the cat's meaow?
And I think about that quite often, when I see some adults in action.
~ respect it is!~
For it has been well earned
To rebuild the sanctuary here
is for what we all yearn.
"sticks and stones may break my bones"
and words aren't always right
when you play them to a certain tune
as they are a reflection upon the "might"
This too shall pass, as the saying goes
and we'll all be better for it.
Like a pop -up on the screen,
just click on,
it ain't no thannnng!
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