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th30ry

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hypothetically speaking... Posted: 3/12/2009 2:01:31 PM
What if I had a chance to change my life a chance to exchange the light for my pain and strife, but when Im left with the test to change to right, I realize, my wrongs put me in the right frame to write... cuz my brains the type, to ignore the hypothetic and afta 37 yrs, there aint shit that ive regretted i don't fret it, who cares about what could of been I could try a thousand times and be misunderstood again Ill just wind up in the hood again, or worse even it might suck coming into this world, but its worse leaving so yeah, I know about the grass on the other side... mann, I let all that bullshit pass, when my brother died. and when my mother cries, it distorts my sight so now to make her smile, is my most important fight so dont waste ya time in life, emphatically critiquing cuz all that bullshit your thinking is hypothetically speaking.

Th30ry

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are we there yet? Posted: 7/17/2008 12:58:43 PM
are we there yet? I thought the trip was over but there you are with your luggage. And I with mine at peace with my journey. I think you want words I don't have, though my mouth is willing. Can I replace them with memories? Past thoughts of proposed emotion of my supposed devotion. My friend...you know me. But me and she have made a new I and I dont know what to say.... Even though I, love the words I gave up on them. Today. Because the letters dont form, when i summon them.

Th30ry

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Daily Bread Posted: 7/17/2008 12:58:08 PM
Does faith taste like bibles? Leathery, dimpled skin of the sacrificed. Hungrily they worship, gripping its entrails and useless appendix. Giving up Grace for there daily bread. Hung on them selves. Nailed by serendipity, each on their personal crosses in preparation for the feast. But who will be doing the eating when beauty meets the beast? Reflections on the river Styx the only rippling witness to the feeding at the shores. Ambivalent waves move thick and mercurial rocking our rafts from the ying to the yang. creating the taste of duality novel and Nutrient. Far from the promised flavor of religion's richness Be full. Be still. Be alive. On your way to death.

Th30ry

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the all Posted: 7/15/2008 8:00:09 PM
thank you.... :) I dont come round here much but like to keep posting some of my poetry here...just so i have it in more than one space. wish i had more time to devote to reading my fellow poets here...but i spend alot of time as a moderator on another poetry site. but anyways....heres a new one. thanks for the read and the feedback. the all. was i just a shadow on your walls when I saw you....now, laughing. You where not me standing there holding softly, to our pain madness across your lips rejection in our eyes I said let go you held on. like a childs game, that makes us forget what once we where. I could run away to other dimensions erase you at event horizons and as long as I am...you will remember to forget myself again please, introduce us as friends intervene when we are enemies endorse our loves as we create our children embrace their failures dance with our misconceptions under full moons of promise. Lets disarm ourselves to slay the gods that feed our hungers breathing in our air in wonder as we manifest the all.

th30ry

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ill reality... Posted: 3/14/2008 12:07:20 AM
Humility filters down from the streetlights across the scattered cigarette butts exposing their cancerous display. Evidence of the trash amassed under the snow. Seeing right as he turns left on the corner. Staring empty alot, into these emtpy lots steppin his cadence to the A-Rab store. Now?...to make the change for sure. Enlightened by the passing padidle... He rises and leans out of the graffiti riddled bustop, entering... pausing from the profanity of body language spoken softly like assassin's whispers, carved into the breast of the lady by her crossed arm display. Liberty, stripped of her robe she sits cornrowed in the black mens jacket. "Excuse me miss" stepping past her barricade baby carriage in tow. Another headphoned head bobbing..student. Learning his funkin lessons as other expressions, brake down from a long day earning their funkin blessings. Earthbound he... scans the sea of faces rowed for days it seems cross these oceans of depression. Some survivors hoping amongst believers professing. Their faiths hidden, speechless inside this vehicle waiting for the sanity to start. Signaling this bus to stop He stands holding on tightly to his public transportation... as block after block the ghetto builds up in his mind. De-constructing the ill reality that unfolds around him....tucked inside his hoodie.

th30ry

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melodic strokes Posted: 2/8/2008 10:15:09 PM
she touches and changes me with brushstrokes of sincerity coloring my marooned uncertainty bright red, full fresh fruits of soiled emotion rooted in our toiled devotions I practice adoring her in my dreams awaken to softer memories gently playing our rhythms and harmonies in melodic hair strokes cuddled in the warm reality nestled in the crevices of our hopes she waits for me at the end of my road patiently...exhaling her fears and inhaling my aired admirations... nightly, hand in hand we make our reparations and step forward into the starlight as the days end....

th30ry

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disgraceship earth Posted: 12/8/2007 8:06:42 PM
disgraceship earth I was once a child, in the jungle of my novelty stumbled till I was humbled, an sought out camaraderie an Odyssey, played to me, conveyed to me thru dreams, I seen visions that displayed to me alien beings beamed to me a prophecy were fked, stuck in dreams of misogyny how sick its gotten to be, fking feigns for monotony, it seems higher beings have forgotten thee earthshaking, forsaken by he that begotten thee where rotting meat, not complete? what's heavens deal? My spits will rip the seventh seal, till I spill something so real something surreal something that feels like something that heals? released like something's concealed? Ill bleed till my substance congeals are we run by our touch and our feel, and are we stuck with the deal? Gods subjects appeal, "PLEASE HELP! We're stuck in this wheel!" "PLEASE HELP! We're stuck in this wheel!"

th30ry

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"Real"*dangerous Men Posted: 11/8/2007 11:07:24 PM
"Real"dangerous Men Some men feel their not complete, unless they walk the streets, the blocks elite? but you aint rich cuz u gots u lots of cheese! real men? yeah with "real" in apostrophes or better yet an asterisks, DANGEROUS cuz your past is so disastrous... a social outcasts, like God lashed you to Lazarus most will drop fast when cops come harassing us their passengers on the last bus, to hazardous conditions at the local prisons, listen to this hopeful vision 2 inject hope with this dope incision I grope for wisdom, to grasp the truth, see...Im passed my youth got my ass a suit.... or it could of been me, that was blasting u, now a noble soul is my last pursuit to lead you until the last recruit, is past living life on the avenue tired of nigguhs after u? then stop blaming your mother for having you... or your father for abandoning you, or the cops for mishandling you, imagine you are more than a random hue youve painted colors of this tragic you let the magick thru, let it happen to change the way you see this life see youve always seeded strife, see whats its like....to close your eyes to see that most of us devise, the lies that revitalize the demons that seem men leaving whores full of semen and nights full of ba$tards screaming every day passing a stream of stranded women dreaming, feigning for past passions given... Some men feel their not complete, unless they walk the streets, the blocks elite? but you aint rich cuz u gots u lots of cheese! real men? yeah with "real" in apostrophes or better yet an asterisks, *DANGEROUS cuz your past is so disastrous...

th30ry

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PEACE YES! Posted: 11/4/2007 1:44:21 PM
SHIT!, I'm so sick of waiting for Jesus, Im writing a thesis, were not monkeys no more, so please release us, of our legacy from rhesus. I use psychokinesis to transmit: PEACE YES! at least that's better than waiting for a recess till these contest of bomb threats releases its grip that police's, decreases rips liberties 2 bits an pieces deliver me from these increases in gas prices, that slash us and dash us Im Salty! So please pass the fascist! an a can of gas an some matches his a$$ is grass, and im thrashin patches in the Bush, the MAN yelled "PUSH!" and cracked a whip so I hopped past the hip, and smacked the ba$tard. this slave slapped a clip, and attacked his master. __________________

th30ry

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ape planet Posted: 9/13/2007 4:32:17 AM
this was for a topical poetry battle... ape planet "5% Degrees Port" an important voice said "Warp 10" Shouldn't of forced the course when adrenalines coursing, This missions abortion's an abnormal portion pilots error Im trippin, on a ride of terror, grippin the pilots chair That was clear, in air on fire, in the atmosphere, crashed at last, craft was gashed, it smells of gas in here, so I got my ass in gear, surpassed the fear, followed tracks that passed by here, an more clues glimpsed the prints of boots and horse hoofs, Confused tryin to diffuse a bad situation shoeless and clueless, wishing I had information, figured that in summation, I was facing space apes and im the captain, that usually happens, to escape scrapes Ive made mistakes, now i gotta go an save a race I made a face, as they pulled the slack in the line like a suture looked down at my feet, took a giant leap, back 2 a time in the future

th30ry

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stood watch Posted: 9/12/2007 3:08:23 AM
stood watch I've waited for our change for a silver quarter of our lives is it worth the time we've banked believe in me. have you ranked our shots? you've forgiven me, and well, thanks alot. I've waited for back doors to close hinged to our framed opportune flesh smelling of mind games, and sex toys fearing the next boy, may capture my best ploy, heart to heart laughter I've waited for our inner childs to sleep giggling at us, arguing in dark innocence day dreaming of better azure scenarios find you with me smearing light tears a fine time to get thru the tight years I've waited for the lights to go out switched words for your pleasure betted contracts, for glimmers of chance set decks, and loaded dice to shine beams in contrast to roll support for my dreams I've waited for the sun to rise on our passioned hued horizons raptured thru our rooted threads lost in the black spaces between, dividing our lines waiting... I'll stand watch forever rewinding our times.

th30ry

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consumed Posted: 9/10/2007 12:21:53 AM
there's something decayed lying deep but none cares...see everyones asleep caught up in the public display of the weak lying behind the facade of their meekness below the filth...and growing disease's, knowing that their going to die is their weakness but, knowing, is their only lie, their only secrets our love of self our only grind, deformed by our lonely crime walking around adorned in grime,formed in mind but nonexistent ripped from wombs, despite our persistence picked our doom, yet we fight the resistance at night with the starlights bright assistance we glow in the river that flows from a source, thats known to deliver a course, wont you consider, its force? you have roots that have grown from a sliver leaped to much more than a quantum string quiver gyrating, vibrating with groans and shivers mortified, were born to find, a place to rest core to hide, torn for a time, to face this test..... in this place of flesh. we embrace this race to best. that began with a boom, and then..... we began to consume.

th30ry

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the flyest Posted: 9/7/2007 3:00:50 AM
im tight, I keep a chest of cream, to spread my wings, & invest in things spend nights squeezin breasts an things neva arrest my dreams, im blessed wit gleam, put in work, doin dirt, 2 be dresssin clean never stress those mean mugs, on dream thugs see im blessed, with none less, then what I dream of you bring hate, while I bring love, flyin above doin fine, grindin crimes, you dying to judge I like my mind on drugs, smoke the kindest buds, 2 turn time to sludge, dont budge, stay at cruising speed yall losing me? Im flyin high, on this booze an weed get up and groove wit me, juss move ya feet 2 lines 2 smooth an sleek 2 improve an tweak an the mic sounds nice, cuz the booth is sweet, flyin higher than mountains just to prove I peak...

th30ry

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shallow entity Posted: 8/24/2007 2:38:08 PM
Charlie was a nice kid, but others often picked on him spit in his face, stuck notes on his back, that said kick on them children playing tricks on him, because of his disfigurement, ripped his mental ligaments, stretched till their limits, bent he sniffs the fresh lemon scent, in the bathroom stall popping his pimples, etching demonic symbols, on bathroom walls laughing as he passes gas, while plotting his classmates fall, irrational with passion killing the fashionable at the homecoming ball at home feeling small, under the weight of peer oppression he practices in the mirror making faces of fear then aggression as mothers smith an Wesson, waves at imaginary students, pressing lessons from teacher, preaching with imaginary prudence attacked from their influence, darkness enfolds, as he bolts the doors closed as moral less dancers cross the floor slow, in time, with some whoreish morse code, he sees no depth to their characters, the flesh of conspirators, his callous enemy Charlie's mind's befuddled, a childs crime is cuddled in a puddle of his shallow entity. __________________

th30ry

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untitled... Posted: 8/24/2007 11:21:01 AM
Abacus in one hand... quill in the other, the scribe walks backwards thru the fires of reason at the base of the three pillars the copper taste still fresh on his tongue he waits.. breaking waves of ambivalence radiates from the shadowy figures lurking at the bottoms of puddles... of the blood of innocents... gathering bystanders in this galactic genocide occasionally..... glancing up thru the rain, they cast reflections of their darker perceptions the passionate precepts of angelic hellions dancing in their mutant lords rays at the dawn of their new son. drunken from the ambrosia of old fresh, finished souls. ...sinless sips, from the soma of serial killers the pabst blue ribbon of paranormal pedophiles Im watching the pigs on the wing...softly as the scribe breaks his penmanship in etchings forced onto the bleached skulls of long dead celtic heroes, hashassin warriors and honored samurai fallen under the sword of time forced by circumstance, in a shimmer to succumb to their faulty flesh the scribe... writes late into the Arabic night of the fourth epoch, in the last days... sweaty browed, his hand is a blur, the quill once again flying thru the air as it had once, in Egypt on the back of the great heron, pineal secretions, flood his visions thoughts of his own mind forced shut he is now.... the harbinger of rapture carpetbagger of the most recent millennium selling new godlike emotions.

th30ry

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Black Madonna Posted: 8/22/2007 2:09:48 PM
from Marijuana to Amanita I've Tracked the Fauna they led me Back, Intact, 2 see the Black Madonna in a Black Nirvana Bejeweled Barefoot Entombed in Sorrow she sheds Tears of Blood for our Doomed Tomorrows we Loom, on Borrowed Time and Space, Prophetic gifts and Magnetic Shifts help our Minds Erase the Maddest Race, all the manic, fanatics in this Padded Place in the Darkest Corners Shivering, Frightened with a Can of Mace, such a Sad Display, Quivering Enraptured in Self Fantasy Pray 2 Nothing, cuz were Prey 2 No Thing, No One, Grants us Amnesty She waits for Man to See, what happens in this Matinee of Cosmic Rays the Lesson is 2 Question Impressions left upon the Logic Wave of this Hue-Man Project, Baboons Marooned upon this Tuned In Object Akin to our Mothers Ways, so our Skin Stays Color Stained, Who can Stop It? Born from Persistence, w/ a Formal Insistence, 2 the More Important Enlistments, 2 Get Torn from Normal Existence, in Accord with Some Paranormal Assistance...

th30ry

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piece of war Posted: 8/17/2007 3:56:52 PM
We are breaking into our formed shards, parts of someone else's memories, manifesting realities our destiny projections from our brothers and sisters minds, threw our other eyes... out in to finest points of existence.... deep within our selves. U and I.... WE share the crest of the phoenix on OUR shield, I am of the order of the great fallen dragon, the gilded elephant... the enlightened Mastodon... the great ruler of remembrance, he told me expect the worst always... but always....show joy when it never happens.... for example...it didnt happen today. it is liberating to reallly....really face what you truelly fear isnt it.. its so liberating I keep a bit around to grow more so I may liberate myself again... ..later. Time is in the turn of a light beam to reflect on itselves.... in love. If you are beginning to see how blind you truelly are... whistle like a child in the dark as long as you can... for their is sure to be hairpin turns ahead... for this piece brings war, as we fight for tranquility..

th30ry

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Dear Brother Posted: 8/16/2007 4:35:56 PM
thanks danny for the condolences... :D good to see you round.... heres somthing im working on..... I was Told by Tibeten Weathered Seers, with Severed Ears, to Speak so my Brethren Hear above the Seven Spheres Armeggedon has Eleven Tiers, Empire of Mens Fears, Held Dear, Extinguished by a Womens Tear, Its Clear, I Feared the Tomb ever since I Cleared the Womb, Salivatin, Waitin... for my Career to Boom... my Frontier? goes from Here 2 Kashmir 2 Sioux, Thought I Lost Yah, on Ahuascya Fear tha Brew a Hypnotic Nuerotic Goddess, of Exotic tropics got me Droppin Knowledge on all the Hottest Topics, Burn tha Weed, an Learn 2 See with Broken Optics I Speak Spoken Logics of Sacred Hatreds Plotin, so Tragic how Tricks an Magic, got these Blacks Pickin Cotton, Its a Fact they Forgotten, that their Begotten from Kings and Queens, stuck in Dreams of Hobbits and Rings Please Stop at the Streams Please Drink from the Water all you Thieves and Marauders, please Cease the Disorder Im So Sick of the Slaughter, got me Lickin on Blotters u Luv God's Sun? but What do you Think of his Daughters?

th30ry

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Dear Brother Posted: 7/4/2007 11:51:38 PM
dedicated to my brother Russell D. Mockabee, http://www.legacy.com/Cleveland/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=90163189 he passed last thr. night... He died from a rare immune disease at 39...that he struggled in pain with for the last 2-3 yrs....I started writing the night he died..then realized I had already written a verse for this song...you may remember Shades of Moments drop from a few weeks back...I made some revisions to it and made it work in this song...I love you Bro...rest in peace. our father didnt bother, never stood by our mothers now your gone, an I cant say goodbye 2 u brother raised more like cousins, because of one man, separated, because our mommas loved him what do I do when tomorrows fade away? when yesterdays rainbows, turn 2 shades of grey? all the things I wanted to say, that havent been spoke up Im choked up, awoke from dreams, dashed and broke up So I toke up, 4 token moments, an hold em sacred, Why feel forsaken? or sacrificed cold'n'naked? I'm growing old, alone an waiting, sold on hoping my toll is taken, debating if my soul has shapened, this mold Im breaking Im Shaken Bro, so tired of fronting, My back is aching its just so exasperating, 2 feel these last gears grating, I want 2 say "Im sorry", I spent the past years waiting now Im hangin on every word the pastor's saying, we're Brothers sown by the tree of life both embarked on stark streets, where the dark meets the light now Im singing songs in this sea of night, sending my brother, the peace, he didn't see in life our father didn't bother, never stood by our mothers now your gone, an I cant say goodbye 2 u brother raised more like cousins, because of one man, separated, because our mommas loved him I remember when, u busted Rico in the head wit a brick for trippin on me and talkin all that ghetto shit. I ll never forget, how u protected me when I was young should of swallowed my pride, should of bit my tongue then maybe Id know your daughters, sad this is how we meet its all complete, some memories 2 keep, the rest delete or the lesson repeats, God keeps testin my feet in confession Im wishin we never missed a beat or stressed a dime Im sorry, I shoulda caressed the design I was in hurry, when I shoulda invested in time can I request a rewind, back to 79, jumpin on beds playin at the table, gramma thumpin our heads, teaming up in kickball, see'in who can make the biggest spitball im not gon trip, but shit yall, before he split yall He was so sick yall, NO MORE PAIN, god increased his peace sufferings ceased, as my tears rain down on my jesus piece our father didn't bother, never stood by our mothers now your gone, an I cant say goodbye 2 u brother raised more like cousins, because of one man, separated, because our mommas loved him

th30ry

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Shades of Moments Posted: 6/27/2007 2:01:11 AM
this is collaborative effort from another site Im on...as you read it, it goes Me then Billzz,.... line for line Doin Dirt - a LW production - ft. Billzz I works wit the glock, I stay grindin mine, came up round tha block, from East. 99, used 2 keep dem rocks in stock to make my diamonds shine dropped tha cck non stop 2 keep these dimes in line, line fa line/ no1 fckin wit us... we lyrical beasts/ way i rip u wit beats/ feel like we drag u in the street n kick u wit cleats/ niggz is weak/ im bout my money, back n forth movin work/ "superstar" status... like im fckin a tree way im doin dirt/ I know it hurts, dont care, my head is corrupted I spit fire, to keep the entire, ghetto erupted da man wit a plan, leave dem girls interrupted Find pssy on the street, an u know im gon fck it yo raz u dirty my nigg... but i aint far behind/ i stay blowin eighth bags till i get lost in time/ any problems that i have get resolved wit crime/ like "hand over the money... u just payed the cost to die" I keep a mos an nine, in case a nigg cross the line Yall smokin that shwag, fgs I only floss tha Kind do anything that cross my mind, I snatch what I want take ya ice,ya whip, ya btch then im crackin a blunt raz, pass me the skunk/ im higher than a satellite/ we pass the mic/ back ta back this rap's delight/ these rappers should retire/ get flattened like cheap tires/ we doin this on our own, ya just part of the choir/ need armor for hire? me and billzz make ya b*tch perspire we flip the script den flip da switch to higher got grip like pliers, spit fire wit heat and skills itll cost a mill, but you know we keeps it real to get to the top... we'll climb up the steepest hill/ got what you need from dope n smack down to weed n pills/ the beast is billz/ got the gun and it already got a hot tip/ do dirt on the reg... im a criminal and raz is my accomplice they never stoppin Chris, done years in this prison metropolis, Ra & billzz, had our fill, of blood & tears like phlebotomist, envision we criminal minded, hip-hop-optometrist, stay movin this dirt, juss 2 cover where the garbage is.

th30ry

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Doin Dirt Posted: 6/27/2007 1:59:04 AM
this is collaborative effort from another site Im on...as you read it, it goes Me then Billzz,.... line for line Doin Dirt - a LW production - ft. Billzz I works wit the glock, I stay grindin mine, came up round tha block, from East. 99, used 2 keep dem rocks in stock to make my diamonds shine dropped tha**non stop 2 keep these dimes in line, line fa line/ no1 in wit us... we lyrical beasts/ way i rip u wit beats/ feel like we drag u in the street n kick u wit cleats/ niggaz is weak/ im bout my money, back n forth movin work/ "superstar" status... like im in a tree way im doin dirt/ I know it hurts, dont care, my head is corrupted I spit fire, to keep the entire, ghetto erupted da man wit a plan, leave dem girls interrupted Find on the street, an u know im gon it yo raz u dirty my nigga... but i aint far behind/ i stay blowin eighth bags till i get lost in time/ any problems that i have get resolved wit crime/ like "hand over the money... u just payed the cost to die" I keep a mos an nine, in case a nigguh cross the line Yall smokin that shwag, fags I only floss tha Kind do anything that cross my mind, I snatch what I want take ya ice and ya whip then im crackin a blunt raz, pass me the skunk/ im higher than a satellite/ we pass the mic/ back ta back this rap's delight/ these rappers should retire/ get flattened like cheap tires/ we doin this on our own, ya just part of the choir/ need armor for hire? me and billzz make ya ** perspire we flip the script den flip da switch to higher got grip like pliers, spit fire wit heat and skills itll cost a mill, but you know we keeps it real to get to the top... we'll climb up the steepest hill/ got what you need from dope n smack down to weed n pills/ the beast is billz/ got the gun and it already got a hot tip/ do dirt on the reg... im a criminal and raz is my accomplice they never stoppin Chris, done years in this prison metropolis, Ra & billzz, had our fill, of blood & tears like phlebotomist, envision we criminal minded, hip-hop-optometrist, stay movin this dirt, juss 2 cover where the garbage is.

th30ry

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I never thought of HER doing what she did Posted: 6/23/2007 1:44:41 PM
there all angels till you catch them or they confess....then there all whores :) well not all of them...listen to me....them...dont I sound damaged...lol

th30ry

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Shades of Moments Posted: 6/21/2007 12:20:38 AM
What do we do when tomorrows fade away? When yesterdays rainbows, turn 2 shades of Grey? When all the the things to say, have been spoken. When we've awoken, from dreams, dashed and broken. Should we snatch a token moment, an hold it sacred? Or forsake it? stabbed with knives, sacrificed cold'n'naked? Old and waiting alone, sold on hoping our toll is taken, debating if our souls have shapened this mold thats breaking. Shaken, so tired of fronting, our backs are aching, degrading masquerading, accolading facts persuade me the pastures fading Look our Masters waiting, while we're mentally masturbating. Its just so exasperating, how we spent the past years waiting. just to hear the last gears grating, from wrenches we've thrown Sentence's spent stoned, owned, in repentance we've grown. Sown by the tree of strife, we write poems in degrees of life, embarked on stark streets, where the dark meets the light. Singing songs in the sea of night, hoping we might MC a Mic.

th30ry

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In Debt Posted: 5/22/2007 2:06:37 PM
They dont condone dreaming inside the womb of heaven. So I awoke alone, screaming beside a tomb of brethren, as a reverend, bends the words of bible prophets. Like absurd tidal topics that wax and wane with bible profits. Observe your idle optics, they receive only tales of failure. They lie like clothes that supposedly knows its tailor. So grows the scalar, comparative, awareness 2 nothingness. Impaired by the sharing of something that nothing gets. As air on feathers is tethered to the pleasant sounds of letters, I pray I fair better than the groaning sounds of debtors. Shown agony of credit, with a light that has grown dark. So shallow, their souls shadow the hearts of loan sharks. A known mark, found on the heads of the beasts, that feast on the blood of the indept and deceased. A gloating of knowing that death spreads as disease's, floating on breezes as words said by a priestess. thank you all for the love and feedback! ravincause, I loved this part: I’ll play you till it's right Until my strings are tight And you Lay sonnet on me thats crack..... respect 1

th30ry

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ghosts within machines Posted: 4/24/2007 5:26:14 PM
thanks for the read and the feedback... :) the journey makes me happy....and sad.... acceptance makes it ok. tu again...

th30ry

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ghosts within machines Posted: 4/15/2007 2:54:25 AM
ghosts within machines he gasps then waits, for bliss, grasps an breaks for this burst thru time, to be first in line, but last to wait for this fantastic shapes, stretch out across the planetscapes plotted obsessively, now in confession he plans escape imploding in, he folds within, the thoughts that where controlling him Earth's unrolling thin, in the oppressing profession of beholding sin compressing his possessions is the lesson worth enrolling in he's defenseless, against fences of senses patrolling him his only friend, the lonely kin of ghosts within machines token gems of spoken hymns, invokes those inbetweeen but If his faiths comprised, of only face & eyes, then he'll only tastes the lies, when led to streams its best to dream of emancipation, cuz a Man so patient, could relax his concentration an create a chain reaction of collapse in observation for the objective perspective to map a constellation.

th30ry

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Black Wall Street Posted: 1/11/2007 4:56:33 PM
thanks for the feed Rory...miss spending time reading on here...I dont have much time to spend online lately...when im not working im writing...not much time for reading...lol...but N E way I wanted to preserve these two writes on here.....thank you for the props... :)

th30ry

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Black Wall Street 2 (my signature peice) Posted: 1/10/2007 10:04:24 PM
Black Wall Street 2 (my signature peice) Right then.... electrical activity in my brain stops reception as the Akashik mainframe drops the connection......... BEGIN DOWNLOAD favorite selections *PROGRAM CORRECTION* mandatory RUN through REFLECTION (spiritual virus protection) "WOOOOoooooooWEEEEeeeeeeWOOOOoooooWEEEEeeeeee! " Mentally silencing my urban alarm clock rudely announcing its crime story... [Fking sirens go off every fifteen minutes, It better not wake her up.] I pull slowly on the bottom drawer of the dresser [in one swift motion] that only a master shoplifter could perfect grabbing my gear, stow it and steal a kiss from Marie [and the Baby] [I love u] backing out of the one room apartment in reverse, (the sirens actually sonically covering my escape) [We got to get outta here] methodically locking, lock after lock after lock. [LOCKED] My n!ggas [competition] is already on the block... I over slept. [it so hard to leave her.......(sometimes)] her scent on my hoodie distracts my walk thru the jungle of hoes pimps druggies and cops a murderous mosaic maze standing between my rent [our rent] & me. The hard corner [in the small of my back] pinching a 50cal reminder of my situation. [I know shes right] crossing the street, fingering threw the contents in my big hoodie pocket looking down at my busted as$ Jordan's [maybe after the baby]as they skim over the surface of 5 corners, Collinwood, Cleveland. "It's all good", murmering [this is Crazy] Folkz (Crips) had my back since I started poppin this corner with Richie. [this biggest 15 yr old you have ever seen] westside kings (bloods) popped him 15 times.[GAME TIME] a constantly steady flow of heads threw the park, behind St. Marys. (like some sick confessional line) [St.Aushwitz] a "NEW" religion? religiously rowed for my collection plate crackrocks communally offered for "anything of value" [I shouldn't be here] Ill take TV's, Car Radios.[I sound like a ing commercial] Shit once this motherer [poor stard] tried to sell me his baby car seat.[WTF] he took the baby out of it right in front of me. [Marie] by 2am I have double the rent [maybe after the baby] I think. "Never count your money on the corner."(its bad luck) Richie Rich used to say, [I shouldnt be here] He used to say alot of sh!t. most of its saved my life. [alot of it took his] Im watching this pregnant hoe, Cookie. make her nervous way across the basketball court. [Her ghost shoes squeeking in attempt to turn back home] ever since I noticed this trick (Woman) was pregnant I refused to serve her.[maybe after the Baby] My n!ggas [competion] didnt. She looks about as far long as Marie the lights going off. on a slowly turning crown vick catches my eye. (lightning flashes in the sky) as lightning flashes from the car I dive with feins (like im diving for dreams) snatching Cookie's. [Baby] baptized together into the dirty Ohio snow, she (both of them) rolled with me "my family" [soldiers] secured the street with sure shots that silenced the situation. She cried softly gripping my hoodie (shaking) [we're ok]"Are you OK?"[Marie] moments crawled by "maybe.." [after the Baby]

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 577 (view)

What book are you reading right now? Posted: 1/10/2007 9:38:10 AM
Ouspensky, The Fourth Way

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 1 (view)

"The truth about the Neutral God, Gravity, and True Love." - a Manifesto Posted: 1/10/2007 1:13:22 AM
"The truth about the Neutral God, Gravity, and True Love." I imagine that as I die, my oxygen rich, ego trip driven, earth life just dissolves into dreams. My dream selves debating the super moral position of the so called "goody-goodies" sipping their blood-free ambrosia, reveling in the fact that "they" are not "down there" with "them". Trodding softly on solid gold streets justly, quaintly, conveniently ambiguous of the painful suffering beaconing out in distress from beneath them. The beneath that stretches out under the canopy of the expanding heavens like long shadows at the end of a bright day. Where the "sinful" are traveling as though vacationing in varying stages of "epochal justice". Dished out cordially, in happily uneven proportions by the ruling forces of "punisher's" . Lowered into the darkest depths, hell's souls squirm in anticipation. The loudest cries for MORE are rewarded into positions of the greater, lower duties. Duty to administer the very pain and suffering they experienced first hand. In the way only a really troubled tortured human soul can. On the other side, north of the clouds of despair that hover between the "two" heavens. The untrue are heavily recruiting the "perfect", "not so bad",the "better than" and the "righteous". Seeking out the most peaceful, truth seeking souls, the "highest" of favored mindsets in Men. The one that turns "his other cheek" so far from his brother that he smells not his brothers flesh burning, just moments below him. As a orchestra of angelic harps vibrate to celebrate the vanquishing of "Real Pain". Foolishly the shadow selves succeed only in attaining perfect four part harmony with the one long plea that screams for deliverance from "Unreal Pain" that echoes in the bleakest areas of mind space. Reaching the very place where new a born stars potential is actuated. As the best and brightest of heaven pass, wings spread, peacockishly proudly through the last of initiation rites. Aloft on broken wings twisted unnervingly devilish. Floating faithfully through the final gates of heaven to the cheers of the multitudes of light. On the other side of the prism prison, the new guard are handed their nightsticks and mace as they don their uniforms and turn to enter at the darkest depths of hell, eagerly pursuing to further their life's work. How long do you think it takes? Inside the funneled zero point cone of the spinning eternity for the "chosen few" that eventually swing to the top of heaven, to see. To actually see thru the squeaky, clean veneer of a non-existence thru non-participant agenda. Finally, reaching the "throne room" of the "lord of light" himself. His minions fall to their knees, like hands on a clock that have swung out by reflex seeking to grasp the moment. Now, too blind to recognize their true lord and too soft to deny him that which is already dedicated to the a-typical, sado-masochistic, prankster , whom they have served so "righteously" in their perceived "goodness". In definitive "vise versa" attitude do the underlings of Dantes inferno squeeze their respective souls through the meat grinder at the bottom of the ever-ending well of forgetfulness formed by "loves gravity". Dragging to the bottom of human depravity the loftiest evil pursuits only to find forgiveness. What a let down. Actually that phrase "Vice Versa" probably fits in this instance, as it was truelly meant, as it was intended and spoken into actuality for. The most heinous of souls, tired of suffering, are given roles of "punishment delivery" in a lame attempt to stir the boredom that infests "the darkness". Now tired, after eons administering suffering, it has deadened nerve endings an beginnings. The doomed, look forward gleefully kicking in their molten lava bath "not wincing" to "the sting that doesn't sting" like it "used too burn". A "new pain" is needed and thus rises in them dancing in the licks of flame on tortured skin, like a evil technology. By no conscience attempt on their own, the automotonic aspect of the hell experience has now come full circle, activating at long last the final vibrations cuing our much awaited "awakening" into supposed "deliverance" that has always been ours to wake to. Assuring that the balanced earth world where we are chosen to rule as kings, is always producing, exalting and nourishing the darkest facets of ourselves. In order to complement the spaces between. Between the lightdark the neutral god has left for us to "discover all" that exposes the raw aspects of our truth thirsty souls Each "truelly" ascended or descended "master" will, if he continues unforcing extremes of non-self, will unwittingly come finally to rest, seemingly by remote control at the feet of his enemy. Where else would he go, but to meet his nemesis? Their is only one god, and he is not the Master of Confusion. In anyway, If you feel resistance or confusion in your spiritual quest. It is most likely due to the fact, YOU'VE RUN UP AGAINST SOME SORT OF RESISTANCE OR CONFUSION. (hint..if it don't feel true, its not) Trust your SELF. Abandon yourself to the fact that Heaven and Hell both Want YOU! They worship you. Your every thought and action is wagered on in some cosmic craps game. The "good" side coveting all the human qualities they see as higher, condemning the other. The "bad" side punishing reward in the down stroke and rewarding punishment in the up stroke of their driving moral whip. Pressing us on towards fermentation. Awaken sleeping Kings and Queens. Realize, your very will is an extension of the true god plan. We are the result the true god, we are the result of his last wakeful concept as he fell asleep dreaming into existence, "creative novelty". Which grew bacterial like in the evolutionary ether of what could be, into us. You don't deserve true love. You don't have to. It yours regardless. Love is the order of the day because nature prefers complexity. And love is afar more complex juxtaposition than hate. As soon I stopped following religion, it followed me. Stalked me, I was preparing a restraining order when it hit me. Through careful application of logic mixed with outrageous amounts of sober honest acceptance of my innate ability to just be. Years of self observance and study of the abandonment issues of the unaware god mind. Have brought me to one overwhelming stunning conclusion. God is in us, is us, and is all around us. In the figurative and literal sense. Yes, it the most allusive concept of religion that you will never be encouraged to follow. Do I mock religion? Only as it openly mocks me with its childrens story's and hidden secrets upon secrets. Designed only to make men chase their tales/tails, at best agreeing only to divide whatever truths remain amongst themselves after the ages. The devil has assumed a "given" position. That we have given him. Im fine with that. His position assures our survival. The prescience of a trickster requires deeper Uber-Observance of self driven desire and want. Trust the god of truth has positioned himself in mirror image of you at your worst to assure total acceptance of the most broken and lost of souls. As our "best worst emissaries", plummet in formation, to meet him at the very bottom of each potential, in perfect accidental tune to its own personal melody of repentance. The song of gravity, the most visible evidence of his true love. Crushing easily the freshly reinforced gate of hell upon itself under "the one god presence" as the weight of his love envelopes exposing all that was unseen. He sleeps soundly with us, amongst us, deeply invested, waiting for the epitome of damaged souls to reach their finest broken moment so he can be there to forgive him and open the back door of heaven to him, not to let them in. But just enough to show them, in vision that they have already arrived at their rightful destination. On the feet of the neutral god that walks with us, for us if need be. Watching expectedly as his countenance in us becomes rightfully aware of itself, just in the "nick of time", right on schedule.

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 58 (view)

Black Wall Street Posted: 1/10/2007 1:02:57 AM
You know The Park, where the basketballs squeak? Well, after dark, it starts turning into Black Wall Street, and I got bills to pay, appearances to keep. So at night, I don't sleep, When I kiss my girl on her cheek whispering promises...I wont keep. like, when I told her that, "Ill be back." As I tucked the crack...by my nut sack, in my lower back...I stick the heat, When I'm selling that, like trick or treat. Where Bloods trickle deep, looking for Crips, to creep on. How my heartbeat, thumps the concrete, the bums sleep on. The Spots gottin hot, but, I'm gonna, keep on, my street strong. Cuz if your weak, Gorillas climb on u, like King Kong. So speak strong, when commanding corners & keep a spy, with his eye out for "The Man" & Informers. Fck with my Clan? We'll turn your fam into mourners. We aint no gangland performers, this a reality show! Fck ALL the formalities, Bro and the legalities, Yo, I keep it real that how Thug mentality goes. Into a state of neutrality, as drug deal, mortality grows substantially as our brutality flows all I know... is hoes, cars, and clothes, shows, bars and dro, mac 10'z, AK'z and 44's, You know this..... I cant help, but notice a car, that goes too slow, I froze, as feins dove, in the cold snow the four four pokes its nose, out the window, of the four door hating game, its taking aim, at me and my kinfolk. In a lighting flash I went from grinding my cash, to minding my ass, in 2 seconds flat. STOP acting this never happens, on your cul-de-sac. You never, pulled a gat, gripped cats, by their caps, and peeled em back. How REAL is that? POP POP...Now, I'm feeling that, Like Hell, has a sound, reeling back, I fell to the ground. Cash in one hand, Steal in the other. Begging my brother... "Please! make the pain stop" Tears mixed, with worst fears and cold raindrops. My main thoughts. I wonder... "Is this is where the game stops?"

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 57 (view)

Posted: 1/7/2007 6:06:24 AM
"The truth about the Neutral God, Gravity, and True Love." I imagine that as I die, my oxygen rich, ego trip driven, earth life just dissolves into dreams. My dream selves debating the super moral position of the so called "goody-goodies" sipping their blood-free ambrosia, reveling in the fact that "they" are not "down there" with "them". Trodding softly on solid gold streets justly, quaintly, conveniently ambiguous of the painful suffering beaconing out in distress from beneath them. The beneath that stretches out under the canopy of the expanding heavens like long shadows at the end of a bright day. Where the "sinful" are traveling as though vacationing in varying stages of "epochal justice". Dished out cordially, in happily uneven proportions by the ruling forces of "punisher's" . Lowered into the darkest depths hells souls squirm in anticipation. The loudest cries for MORE are rewarded into positions of the greater lower duties. Duty to administer the very pain and suffering they experienced first hand. Int the way only a really troubled tortured human soul can. On the other side, north of the clouds of despair that hover between the "two" heavens. The untrue are heavily recruiting the "perfect", "not so bad",the "better than" and the "righteous". Seeking out the most peaceful, truth seeking souls, the "highest" of favored mindsets in Men. The one that turns "his other cheek" so far from his brother that he smells not his brothers flesh burning, just moments below him. As a orchestra of angelic harps vibrate to celebrate the vanquishing of "Real Pain". Foolishly the shadow selves succeed only in attaining perfect four part harmony with the one long plea that screams for deliverance from "Unreal Pain" that echoes in the bleakest areas of mind space. Reaching the very place where new a born stars potential is actuated. As the best and brightest of heaven pass, wings spread, peacockishly proudly through the last of initiation rites. Aloft on broken wings twisted unnervingly devilish. Floating faithfully through the final gates of heaven to the cheers of the multitudes of light. On the other side of the prism prison, the new guard are handed their nightsticks and mace as they don their uniforms and turn to enter at the darkest depths of hell, eagerly pursuing to further their life's work. How long do you think it could take, inside the funneled cone of the spinning eternity for the "chosen few" that eventually swing to the top of heaven, to see. To actually see thru the squeaky, clean veneer of a non-existence thru non-participant agenda. Finally, reaching the "throne room" of the "lord of light" himself. His minions fall to their knees, like hands on a clock that have swung out by reflex seeking to grasp the moment. Now, too blind to recognize their true lord and too soft to deny him that which is already dedicated to the a-typical, sado-masochistic, prankster , whom they have served so "righteously" in their perceived "goodness". In definitive "vise versa" attitude do the underlings of Dantes inferno squeeze their respective souls through the meat grinder at the bottom of the ever-ending well of forgetfulness formed by "loves gravity". Dragging to the bottom of human depravity the loftiest evil pursuits only to find forgiveness. What a let down. Actually that phrase "Vice Versa" probably fits in this instance, as it was truelly meant, as it was intended and spoken into actuality for. The most heinous of souls, tired of suffering, are given roles of "punishment delivery" in a lame attempt to stir the boredom that infests "the darkness". Now tired, after eons administering suffering, it has deadened nerve endings an beginnings. The doomed, look forward gleefully kicking in their molten lava bath "not wincing" to "the sting that doesn't sting" like it used too burn. A "new pain" is needed and thus rises in them dancing in the licks of flame on tortured skin, like a evil technology. By no conscience attempt on their own, the automotonic aspect of the hell experience has now come full circle, activating at long last the final vibrations cuing our much awaited "awakening" into supposed "deliverance" that has always been ours to wake to. Assuring that the balanced earth world where we are chosen to rule as kings, is always producing, exalting and nourishing the darkest facets of ourselves. In order to complement the spaces between. Between the lightdark the neutral god has left for us to "discover all" that exposes the raw aspects of our truth thirsty souls Each "truelly" ascended or descended "master" will, if he continues unforcing extremes of non-self, will unwittingly come finally to rest, seemingly by remote control at the feet of his enemy. Where else would he go, but to meet his nemesis? Their is only one god, and he is not the Master of Confusion. In anyway, If you feel resistance or confusion in your spiritual quest. It is most likely due to the fact, YOU'VE RUN UP AGAINST SOME SORT OF RESISTANCE OR CONFUSION. (hint..if it don't feel true, its not) Trust your SELF. Abandon yourself to the fact that Heaven and Hell both Want YOU! They worship you. Your every thought and action is wagered on in some cosmic craps game. The "good" side coveting all the human qualities they see as higher, condemning the other. The "bad" side punishing reward in the down stroke and rewarding punishment in the up stroke of their driving moral whip. Pressing us on towards fermentation. Awaken sleeping Kings and Queens. Realize, your very will is an extension of the true god plan. We are the result the true god, we are the result of his last wakeful concept as he fell asleep dreaming into existence, "creative novelty". Which grew bacterial like in the evolutionary ether of what could be, into us. You don't deserve true love. You don't have to. It yours regardless. Love is the order of the day because nature prefers complexity. And love is afar more complex juxtaposition than hate. As soon I stopped following religion, it followed me. Stalked me, I was preparing a restraining order when it hit me. Through careful application of logic mixed with outrageous amounts of sober honest acceptance of my innate ability to just be. Years of self observance and study of the abandonment issues of the unaware god mind. Have brought me to one overwhelming stunning conclusion. God is in us, is us, and is all around us. In the figurative and literal sense. Yes, it the most allusive concept of religion that you will never be encouraged to follow. Do I mock religion? Only as it openly mocks me with its childrens story's and hidden secrets upon secrets. Designed only to make men chase their tales/tails, at best agreeing only to divide whatever truths remain amongst themselves after the ages. The devil has assumed a "given" position. That we have given him. Im fine with that. His position assures our survival. The prescience of a trickster requires deeper Uber-Observance of self driven desire and want. Trust the god of truth has positioned himself in mirror image of you at your worst to assure total acceptance of the most broken and lost of souls. As our "best worst emissaries", plummet in formation, to meet him at the very bottom of each potential, in perfect accidental tune to its own personal melody of repentance. The song of gravity, the most visible evidence of his true love. Crushing easily the freshly reinforced gate of hell upon itself under "the one god presence" as the weight of his love envelopes exposing all that was unseen. He sleeps soundly with us, amongst us, deeply invested, waiting for the epitome of damaged souls to reach their finest broken moment so he can be there to forgive him and open the back door of heaven to him, not to let them in. But just enough to show them, in vision that they have already arrived at their rightful destination. On the feet of the neutral god that walks with us, for us if need be. Watching expectedly as his countenance in us becomes rightfully aware of itself, just in the "nick of time", right on schedule.

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 56 (view)

On my period Posted: 1/3/2007 10:32:41 PM
Ive purposely misplaced my conjunctions. And not only that, but, however, I also; now know, NO, there is not nothing. Am EYE the lie of I. Pause at this comma, gawk at this phonomeoous infestion; this alphabetic contraption fashioned after truth. Attached at our youth grammatically colon'ed: synonymous with actuality. like [curved brackets] f a s t e n e d, to your (MIND) My exclamations punctuate some "FAMILIAR NOVELTY"! AWAKEN a parenthesized personification embedded in EVERY paragraph underlined in your DNA page outlined in our AMERICAN chapter written in THE HUMAN BOOK: about the prison, made of words. This way out. To stop reading WALLS & BARS, STOP: Writing them. Put down your pens. and the test will start; to end. On my period BEGIN .

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 55 (view)

A Message, from the Source Posted: 12/8/2006 5:35:55 AM
this is colaborative effort....I'm first then yesikka..... GARBAGE Yesikka & Th30ry Eyeballs rolled over words, not read newspaper shield held, hopefully tight... Hear it comes.... If she asks me again about the trash, im gonna scream... bite of toast nod the curl of her lip, sneering disaproval, bouncing targeted insults at my unhearing ears highly trained, in our verbal warfare.... Ive seen this part before... this is where I snatch her up by her hair ...wordless pure with intent, folicles pulled in proportianate amounts to my personal disatisfaction spit flys with my grunts, lubricating, coaxing silence into purring moans, sliding into slippery licks of forgiveness, served fresh, slowly ground out hip to hip. On the kitchen counter. As I dress, again....... rushed for the train....she yells out "dont forget to take out the trash" I think to myself...."I just did...." ....... Woke to the neighbors dog barking again Six a.m. the sheets where cool And your pillow dry. You’d left hours ago. Your dirty dishes sat in the sink And the dog peed on the carpet Again. Worse of all, the trash still sat by the door. Even after I asked you, While you stood over the kitchen counter Reading a newspaper that was two days old "take out the fcking trash" "why don’t you?" "if I could take out my own trash I wouldn’t have you around" We fcked. Filthy like the only way you can. Sleep found us Knotted at the limbs Insults, semen, sweat, apologies Fresh on both tongues. Six a.m. and the sheets have cooled... "Ohhhhh, you damn b@stard!" Twelve hours And it begins again

Th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 264 (view)

Entropy Posted: 11/5/2006 12:21:07 PM
Looking back, I see the many paths that can be, traveled forever.

Th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 54 (view)

A Message, from the Source Posted: 11/3/2006 10:20:38 AM
A Message, from the Source I bring a message from the last of sages Hidden knowledge from past the ages the Earth and every b@stard on it that acts as if your the last ones on it pay irrational homage to ancient faiths my patience breaks from your complacent takes on history, specifically contemporary, Darwin theory is wrong. but yall will hardly hear me... Revolutions, will turn evolutions discerned needed to exceed this confusion thats heard where abuses have burned and profusely scarred minds see how loosely, the carbines, take aim at our lines in our times, blood will flow, like none has known, come lets go through the looking glass don’t look back keep looking past, the moment and hope its not too late. To wake, the sleeping giant that seeks no compliance from egoistic signs of life. You see sometimes in life, you wake up dead. Reminiscing over things youve said things you loved and you regret. Reliving thanksgivings confessions and sinnings. Rerunning beginnings that’ve become your endings Forever the Director placing actors and players in places Carving out masks that layers your faces barking out tasks delaying your graces. Do you know how to escape this? Do you even know where your place is? Amongst the 7 heavens your 11 brethrens await your presence. They cant wait to embrace your fates an debate your lessons our other worldly professions are just vibrations away. the message: move faster than light to escape from today.

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 331 (view)

Fine Lines While Shining Her Hind in the Pines Posted: 10/24/2006 12:25:11 AM
etheral beauty 25 i think: I contemplate my navel Where jam from the label Sticks from the cradle Of umbilical cables. wow...thats incredible to me...I luv that eloquent but efficient rhyme scheme shit....gave me goose bumps....man Ive sat here and read ALOT of your poems....and I am dead serious that you need to publish alot of this.......really a master of your craft, sir...indeed...theres too much to quote and even more thats inspiring, making my hands itch.....:D Im only about half way through the etheral beauties.....they softly push me to write something epic...thank you.... thank your for your consistent feedback, im sorry ive taken this long to catch up reading your mind..... keep elevating....1

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 52 (view)

Unspoken Universes Posted: 10/23/2006 10:04:43 AM
thank you very much....:D I really liked how it turned out....

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 50 (view)

Unspoken Universes Posted: 10/23/2006 12:47:20 AM
This was a colaborative effort with my friend yesika, for a online competition....FEEDBACK READ AND APRECIATED unspoken universes there she is, again poised, in her bus seat entranced by the big brown curls of her hair as they bounce gently along our potholed journey sitting on route four, eastbound, she leaned her umbrella on my knee. a brief smile as she flicked the hair out of her eye with the flip of her wrist it was suddenly tomorrow and her lips curled against my neck years pass, as I picked in her crowds duefully dignified in her raw deliberately sexiness My cardiac conscinesousness stammers and bangs hanging on the moment she shined her smile that pushes roses up thru concrete defying her heavy urban existance her gravity pulls me, head first towards first kisses adopted her scent laughed...in the same tempo I open when she closed took when she gave lived a thousand lives looking into her brown eyes reminescent of woolen moments regreting arguments the aftermath stroking her soul softly making solemn promises to cherish her forever... so that when she spoke "excuse me this is my stop" I only smiled she rises and touches me with her soft glance as she dismbarks, at her stop My mind goes with her following as she steps out into the sunlight of the rest of our lives somewhere we had spoken the universe before

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 49 (view)

The Truth Posted: 10/15/2006 12:56:31 AM
I was Born in a Storm in 72, Meanest Mullatto, wit a Bottle, eva Torn Through, Ignoring Through, Normal Rap Media Whores & Probable Role Models, Sworn To Fold what They Hold, when they Told To, Conform to the Forms their Informed To Mold To, Solo when Coke "Rock"ed my Block, But when "Folks" Popped Da Shots, I Formed a Cold Crew, Put my "Hood Up" when I Stepped in "The LAND" Long Before I was Reppin The Hand, Never Needin a Weapon to Fan, Anyone that Stood Up or Stepped to My Fam, See East Clevelands, full of Thugs and Theives Man, a Ghetto Dreamland Its Boiling Over, N1ggas Blowin Over, their C.R.E.A.M. Hotter than Steam can My Warrior Soul Follows a Different Beat, like Standin on Different Feet with Tempered Heat, Think Fast to Make Cash, Standin on Different Streets Cuss n spit, while im Hustlin, to pay the Rent this Week, Always Ruffin It, Grabbin at Cash, like im Stabbin at A$s, its like im always F*ckin It I got Stranger Habits than Anger Managment, Aghast at All the Cash I Spent Alas, Im Built to Last Longer, Than Most that Survived a Pass, Through This Establishment Even though I Was Aligned, with Those Inclined Most Certain to Fall I get Standing Ovations, Having a Blast, Waitin for my Last Curtain Call

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 48 (view)

Thank you... Posted: 10/13/2006 8:53:19 PM
I really liked that went and tried to check the band out, but couldnt find anything on them...nice lyrics though....deep....heavy tone, but light and magickal :D good stuff....

Th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 46 (view)

1 Th30ry 2:20 Posted: 10/6/2006 9:06:17 PM
Im taken the deepest breath 2 speak from where the secrets kept See, Ive spent my life tweeked, reekin of weed, seekin death Now, theres a piece of me left, that still thinks I can let the words I keep in my chest, defeat the disease that has crept into minds of a generaration, turned blind to de'generation Neverminding the men, that have designed the configuration Our dreams are placed in, by media's invasive tacticts nudges from teachers an judges that function as fascist The news is construed, focused n glued, 2 famous actors antics So, embrace your distractions, gage your reactions to your passions Your like "What happened?" askin your self "Am I slackin?", just relax man, This is Not an excersize, take action, synthesize pure life from extractions, My contracts enacted, though im constantly retracting my stances and my tax evasive practice'es, got me stuffin cash into matress'es Spend time stiving for expansion, never stoppen at impossibles Stayin thoughtful, 2 forever endevour, to Hip Hop over obstacles....

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 45 (view)

1 Th30ry 2:20 Posted: 10/4/2006 7:40:15 PM
ahem...all rise... Welcome to the Th30retical Church of HipHop... My name is Rev Shazzam Kapow and today we will be reading from The Old School Testement first Th30ry second chapter, twentieth verse... 1 Th30ry 2:20 (<-second 2 none-get it?) He leadeth me to write psalms I shall not front. He guideth me through dark alleys he provideth tha blunt. Yey tho I walk thru these streets I fear not any Man I meet mine ink flows the will of god rewriting existance in verse, apon thine fiber of hypothesis turning each page, in reverse from my Revelation till my Genesis My Lord never stopeth etching his way unto his people thru my hand to hip hop heads His almighty voice, rattles my trunk. Echoing thru thine ghetto, his funk. Amen

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 11 (view)

Calling all spiritual people of Florida!!!! (to pagans, heathens, whatever, of our area :)) Posted: 10/1/2006 10:30:08 AM
oh and by the way....I have a greek concordance, the bible, the koran, kabbala literature, not to mentiona bout a half dozen other rel igious text...next to my bed. Im well versed and educated in the ways of the church and christianity. Truth be told im not to far way from my original "christian" faith but Im sorry my loving god gave me my intellect...and by gosh im gonna and I have used it...so dont even go there...

th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

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Calling all spiritual people of Florida!!!! (to pagans, heathens, whatever, of our area :)) Posted: 10/1/2006 10:22:11 AM
^^^^ LOL WTF?? WOW?!? you have NO idea what Ive learned. Nor do you have any idea about my faith. And for you to imply that you do is awfully pretencious of a wise old "enlightened" soul such as yours. Your entire comment is riddled with ignorant contempt and obviously biased opinions about things you think you know, people you never met and spiritual concepts you obviously dont have a grasp of, as much as you'd like to think you do. Ignorance truelly is bliss...sorry....dont let that bother you though ok? lmfao Id really be interested in hearing exactly what it is you say uouve Learned and forgotten, about paganism or anything occult? hmmm....please enlighten us. bottom line is this....You have no idea what I believe or where I am on my path on enlightenment....and for you to take the approach you did tells me this, I wouldnt want to "Ascend" up "Your path" if the best I have to hope from your "higher plane" is to inherit your ability to compile the "superiority" based, pity flavored, rhetoric that spews from your mouth.

Th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 73 (view)

Can anyone give me a legitimate reason for NOT posting a picture??? Posted: 9/30/2006 9:51:20 PM
maybe because they are a Vampire or Werewolf or something and they cant get there picture taken.....geez ...u guys or sooo insensitive...lol

Th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

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Calling all spiritual people of Florida!!!! (to pagans, heathens, whatever, of our area :)) Posted: 9/30/2006 9:47:50 PM
well i wouldnt announce myself as pagan...definatley occultic interest like A_A_ ,OTO, crowley, leary, mckenna, kabala, sacred geometry, will/energy work, ethnogenics...etc....Im really into something much simpler than traditional pagan type worship...kinda shamanistic but my "worship" definalty goddess orientated.....I belong to a small "coven" 4 strong....but we are losing one soon....shes moving..and other reaons...but yeah id be interested in getting together with anyone who is interested....

Th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 20 (view)

Why are some men still 'little boys'? Posted: 9/30/2006 9:36:08 PM
Ive found that in order to be Real Man you have to be a little boy too. There are qualities a child has that are worth preserving...and makes a more well rounded Man....show me man that isnt in touch with the boy in him...adn Ill show you one boring, uptight, goofball...its all about balance and grey ares folks....

Th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

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Calling all spiritual people of Florida!!!! (to pagans, heathens, whatever, of our area :)) Posted: 9/30/2006 9:28:54 PM
sounds interesting......more info?

Th30ry

Joined: 4/1/2005

Msg: 587 (view)

Pinnelas Park Posted: 9/30/2006 9:26:05 PM
Hi, nice butt can I wear it as a hat? ...the female butts of course :D

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