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Gender: Male
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Age: 29
Sign: Aries

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State: California
Country: US
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Tuesday, August 04, 2009 

Current mood:  loved
Category: Writing and Poetry


Feet dangling swiftly along the current
of such your phrases tingle
Holding my breath beneath each tiding
I believe in you
Carrying strongly a sweet wisp of brilliance
Soulful is your art
Swaying any indifference
Through clouded billows
Upon of which I wish to dance
~
Skimming through the dark vapors
Hand in hand you grasp mine
tightly we would find passionately
Put in sync from words gliding from
Left to right
Next to you a melody exudes through our
Existence reaching that high chorus
between guided fingers pressed
Your faith laced in beauteous silk
Wrapped around my fingers swirls of
Oceanic passion waiting for that faint wind blown
through cascading hair those lasting memories
Trickling on such poignant curves of strong tidal waves
Carrying us both closer to where you have once before
guided me to swim towards to
~

Tracing fingertips along refined edges
light as powdered ink
blown through my open window
Leaning back slightly
a tilt of my head and I close my eyes
in this refreshing breath
I inhale you
of a kaleidoscopic enchantment
where two worlds apart felt as one
in our mind scape dreams
of ever lifting harmony
and returning light
taking me away with you
we fly
~

Beyond the calm seas
Soaring effortlessly under
The wings of time we would
Both find that familiar sound
Deep within our souls
With every heartfelt chorus
Lifting us off the ground
To transcend the very universe
Which happens to be for you and I
To explore your part of the world
What would I find?
Your flattering features
that would compliment the sun
Feel that warmth brush against your smile
Just for awhile try and take it all in
Like down feather pillows softness is
Felt upon every distinct contour sculpted
~

In every ounce
of this natural flight
we are unweighted in a spirited gift
as our souls entwine and partake
fancifully I speak of you
unfolded and free to have
all that is ours
as Angels envy your soul
this grace which unlocks all prison doors
and allowing facets to shine sweetly
through our shadows
erasing darkness
we sift along with ease
and and come together
in a smooth slow dance
of this fragrant air
Pacing through and floating down
embracing all we have
adrift on a tranquil sea
for all eternity

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Sunday, August 02, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry





Wavering wandress of hemoglobin sunsets
Paralleled in the hypnosis of frozen time
Clock hands like shuffling feet of fortune
Climb to the next visible visceral mountain
Overtaken by the encompassed valor of redemption
Solace sits in the infernal rays of the sun
Beating profusely in the cracked ribbed chest
Poetic words fall like laminated rain
Upon the souls of the kinetically enlightened
A paint brush to place streams upon deserts
Breath more oxygen into the lungs of trees
Skies widen to dynamic proportions of lucidity
Even a moon takes new shapes from the lore
Surmounted upon the vital signs of leaky pens
Spraying inspiration in waves of wonderment
From a tiny speck of dust in the marching ant lines
An idea, a formulation, begins an empowering settlement 
~

Between that universal space of confusion
The very skies is the limit to invest in an understanding
Following a certain breadth of an illustration painted across
moonlit billboards resting upon endless heavenly bodies
Elevated through the great ingenuity stitched
in and out of those moral fibers from that point on
Following that pulsating ink drawn to somber sands
Coiling around countless times between each blink that lands on the darkness of days
Shorten obscurities starts vanishes as it touches the surface of the earth
Leaving behind dramatic chromatic blemishes fingers deeply touched
Seeing a lot clearer as leaves shake away rot of frozen ice particles
There is a fluent life to them as they fall in slow motion in pigment rivers
Pulled up stream intensity lies with a particular movement that would leave
Lasting imprints of wandering daydreams
Glaring eyes thought to have fall en short through the night
radiant inspiration start to come from eyes wide open
Written tear drops caught from praised palms read
What was left unsaid now suddenly stains lips that bleed fire
Straight from collapse of breath hands grasp closely of an embrace
Warmth surrounds each frame held high above blistering time
Just a step closer for what it is worth dealing with
stuck without a certain sound to make a break through
For the dawning of the day

     ~
Confronted by the never ending saga of drastic words
Splintered upon an ever growing palate of parades
Wave the hands to the sky of levitating linguistics
While the rest of the universe plays charades
Disposable pens will dry with ink, to mentally fill back up
Depends on the size of the mind squeezing the pen
Depends solely on the liquid nature of an overflowing cup
Indentations firmly rest in concrete contemplated images
Resurgently digested into stomach acids of fantasias realm
Become pilot from passenger, backseat to the heart of helm
No constrictions to convey upon a breached birth of day
This satin gloss stain imprinted deeper than thought
Always a step closer to the infinite voyage beyond
Keeping one eye on the pen, one at the break of dawn
Tormented, tickled all the same in this rib cage essence
Epics and regiments of every damn piece of material
Bursts upon the cinematic screen of a poets dream
The words keep coming in the underbelly with a growl
They pause, the wonder.. how you like me now?

 ~
holding in that utmost respectful capacity
leaving just enough room to roam all over the world
with everyone stopped in their tracks with no time to give a reaction
a single inhale of expression moves them like a mime in complete silence
Coming true to a reality none the less every verse physically
manifest themselves onto many leading mortals
holding their own hovering souls take a chance to take it to the extreme
Unafraid to let it out mouths open wide all the same in each others eyes
refresh feelings soars between white bars leaping to smack kisses on beautiful features
A focus is quickly written out on black to blue printed surfaces with every brush stroke radiates
The spaces that peak through cotton ball clouds that would break anyone’s fall
A scribble stroll through the air nothing to hold you down staying higher up grounded
Blades of grass shaded by your very soul as you bare your thoughts to continue on up the road
Building endless possibilities only stopping for moments to reflect back onto the very eyes glaring in the skies
Just follow the man made contrails lines take control canceling out any disturbances that would
Impair any part of judgment holding on tight to crates that kick and beat to be release in the dark
Corners of an inner core where temperatures fluctuate with every curve and uneven lines drafted
The plan is not to attack but to amused with precision adjusting the right moment to cement a relationship
Between the waterfall of perception it is neither half empty nor half full
It is all up to you this is your time to find the ability at hand let yourself go
to fully understand take action never thinking twice to keep your emotions inside
Let it flow through the tip of your pen and picture it where it spent a life time sleeping
In the back of your mind wake it up for a few hours in your day
educate it recite it within seasons to give it reason to smile and constantly cause waves of words through endless eyes

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Friday, July 31, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic


This was the hardest thing grasp
For I have seen my mind go into relapse
Lungs collapse at high altitude 
Feeling my own breathe all up on my space
He gave me such an attitude
I must have been confused or physically abused
As a rush of wind began her course
Choking the life out of me from the inside out
Back to back against all odds I regained the strength
To inhale that very stale air in this toxic world
That gave birth to every man,woman, child, boy, and girl,
With every step of the way lying beneath the very floor
Blood filled cracks that rocked every street corner
Rooted and grew between my toes high above
Those thorn covered vines
A vision in mind becomes ever so clear
As I close myself out from the world
I hear those voices in my head they are calling for me
Wanting me to breathe in that stagnant smoke
Puff puff maybe I will not past just this once to bring myself back
To  a higher calling for I have seen every single person start to fall
Back on hard times
 a man without a way
Lost in this world
doped up and curled up
Into a ball he kicked her against the very wall where she stood
Waiting for that moment to be used over and over again
For he was never her friend and wanted to waste her life to the very end
Of that road there is a boy lost and walking the streets to make ends meet
Dealing with life with just a knife and no shoes on his feet wondering when
He would ever get a bite to eat with those very eyes so innocent and kind
she might as well be a child of mine
beautiful young girl without a world
space out in the universe
Her hurt was her curse
that would haunt her for the rest of her life
she did not deserve to live that way
wishing and waiting to hear a single voice
who would tell her that it will soon be alright
would she ever make it through this very night
no one knows for sure poor little girl
motherless,fatherless, child less then nothing
is definitely worth more then something
when they remember they are here for one thing
to live the lives of a lost soul had to be the hardest thing
anyone could ever control
For everyone has a story to be told and to be heard
I have seen it right before my very eyes many times
With each step I took made me cry and soon I realized
to be born in a world that wishes we were never here
to learn how to live and survive through it and remember
what did not kill us all only made us stronger
we evolve more  and more each and everyday to
be a memory nobody will ever forget

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Thursday, July 30, 2009 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry


It has been eight weeks since I felt something solid
thoughts seize their moments to cave in
Now what was that word of the day
I thought to myself
It has been eight weeks since I was able to make that
Right choice and yet I was unable turn and face it
It has been eight weeks since your last phone call
Pulsating cryptic words inside my right ear
Faintly I could hear you  and what would have been your curtain call
It has been  eight weeks to long as I sat here alone in the corner
All over again as if I was shoved inside of a closet
Left there to stare at a single flickering light bulb
My childhood eyes were quickly adapting to this scared prison
Abandoning my soul from aching palms as they grip onto
NOTHING!
It has been eight weeks since your thoughts grew inside of my mind
Making me think about you everyday  it was hard to forget you
You were closer to me then I could ever imagine
Yet you continue to hurt me brutal crimes plague my mind as
You left me to do some time in this solitary corruption
delivering every solution possible
It has been eight weeks since I felt this good
complications of speech leaving every part of me weak
Fluids from sight vanish on this very night
I have seen it all one hundred times over
It never gets old it just gets colder
I found myself falling deep into the cuts
Not being able to get right back up I just laid there motionless
I feel nothing therefore I become casualty of my own war
It has been eight weeks since I was able to get a good nights sleep
Finding it widespread throughout my mind it was some difficult times
Reflecting back to the very day I still find it hard to cope
Eight weeks
      Eight weeks
                     Eight weeks
that word still echoes on every corner I turn to

Eight weeks was all it took to take my life away but for now
It has dissipated as the blinding blistering sun erases eight painful weeks
Not worth reliving for I do not want to spend the rest of my life grieving but instead
I want to Believe that there is another chance worth living
Eight weeks now gone and I am still here
He gave me a reason
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Saturday, July 25, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry




If two artists could paint skies
For the children of the becoming
Invoking their spirits to sleepless hope
Tearing down their misfortunate walls
Placing a book leaf into their stories
Showing them no matter how hard concrete paves
They are never little forgotten slaves
Their hearts beat to a rhythm of gifts
Could those two artists reach down
Handing them a canvas to begin a mural of peace?
~
Standing high above ground shading them from the sun
Carefully watching their imagination begin to open up
Every little eyes caught a glimpse of what was inside of our minds
Running freely through that green field where anything is possible
What ever happens it begins through a child’s eyes dreams they do come true
Just look through cracked surfaces and watch that rocket shoot across the sky
With lightening speed hugging every cloud that would give anyone goose bumps across their skins
A memorable moment thoroughly felt behind every color displayed
Allow each piece to hit every breathing structure hard that would move them to tears
~
Parents who took the rocket and extinguished flame
Caving in the fragile eclipse of the minds eye
Their eyes dull to the blade of what they called the old way
Hold in my hand a glow from under the fingertips
How children laugh when they see the glow grow wings
Escape from the tips as a rainbow colored kaleidoscope dragonfly
It cascades to a charcoal pencil where I await their pictures
They giggle behind shy eyes, enlighten to the muse
They just awakened in their little hearts to the sky
They remember forever a moment that is hard to forget
How the curiosity has them wanting more released dragonflies
One artist inspire two, ricochet to dynamic proportions
Children inherit the night and day of smiling tinctures
~
Literally inspiring the entire world around
With an array of that unforgettable hues
Inside that artistic soloist there is a symphony of geniuses
 Just waiting for that time to shine through the dark universe
Like a swarm of histories greatest artist leaving their greatest impression
With their hand and foot prints on every tree branch and fallen left
There is nothing left behind something is always created and harvested
By the very hands that gave them their life and in return a legacy as big as their hearts combined
Is shown through the very light from behind heavens gates a gift is given
Tightly cradled in every angelic guardian’s arms a breathing gem
Dark stained on bare skin lies their vision come to life
Rapidly flying through my twisting dreams I hear their voices
they start to become a loud reality behind my mind
With both hands covering my thoughts keeping the radiant heat in
Bathing inside of me lives their continuous warmth
a bursting generation of celestial bravery growing along with my awakening
To a sea of fire that stays bright through the night a new day begins
~
The ability to plant rose gardens where bare earth is born
Let go of selfless greed, back to the care of a planet in need
Shine down from the sun, the wheels of motion are spinning
As children are the ones to inherit the scars we leave them
They will be the ones to clean up the streets, beat in their hearts
They will be the ones to radiate reflections into pools of prose
They will be the fingers gliding across the violin strings
Inviting in a deeper shade of a moons shine from above
Inspiration to document a better day for an entire essence
Rather than the paths that greed and selfish natures have lead
The sea of fire cannot be extinguished once ears open
Descending to their mouths, through their visual souls
They are the ones who carry the disease we infect them with
They are the ones who will be the children of art
Beating from the soul, they carry the burdens of hearth
To paint a larger picture in small minded worlds
~
Images seen through a narcotic vision now become a reality
A profound awareness as if fallen from grace to put some thought into place
Carrying on a tradition from bloodlines from lost strands of hair of their creators
They are the futures artful antidote to cure any ill-will written walls
Listen closely brushing through rain or shine sense that overwhelming crescent healing 
Start to consume us one pigment at a time stripping away layers of our distress
As our eyes were afraid to face the world their unspoken words guided us up again
Walked us through every enthusiastic imagery as if we were reliving a daydream once upon a time
Smiles brought right back on empty spaces where no one wants to spend their time there alone
Just as soon as humankind started to relate beyond the norm they started
to swim in pairs under their own multicolored island universe  for the love and leave nothing behind
Penetrating straight through us was their melodic impact something we once heard as a child
Bringing back to life every shattered mirrors that has turned their backs on the sunrise
We are their sons and they are ours we now will rise because of them
They picked up our pieces and restored them with their own dream of what should have been
Not to forget the past but to be appreciative on what they got
Cherish the remembrance for they the children have given us that peace of mind we once lost
Long time ago
Just when does it stop there are no guarantees as we place faith into their tiny hands
In hopes they would help us all understand they are not the root of all that is evil
They are the ones now who grow before us in this open field just waiting to be fulfilled  by
Them
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry




Walk a mile in the shoes, tenfold in the path
Construct from one tiny particle of ambition
An instinct built inside, before its given time
Explodes onto the reconstruction of gregarious gates
Anemic dogs outline the vaccinated perimeters
Waiting to bark, with no bite, just a humored life
Take fifteen paces with one look, as read in the book
The pages for which are found in the cracks of cement
Listen close you hear a heartbeat of asphalt dreams
Shining from the acetyline torches of salted gleams
Wait an eternity in the rough, stand in the forefront
Noticed without really absorbing the rays of attention
Eyes in disbelief as a phrase drops like an atom bomb
From those concrete jungles of where dreams are stolen
Walk a mile in the shoes, full tilt to the oceans floor
Drown the dead door nails pieced in erratic cosmic motions
Pop goes the adrenal gland, with the power of guidance
They think its peace wrapped like Christmas of violence
Walk underwater and not get wet, a lease option on life
Dominions of disarray, scatter like water moccasins
Side winding their way to the twilight's of embroidered art
Cracks on the cement now become little holes in the heart
The progression continues all along the western front
As the sun nods its head to the pen you just inked
Hear the air course from underneath the ones who said no
Because they write stories too, or so the moral of the story goes
Name the time and the place, for the residual revenue
Not talking bout a street, this path is an avenue
Fly without a parachute and land safely on the paper
Walk a mile in the shoes, Strut to the tune of animal behavior
An instinct burning like a candle with continual wax
The atom bomb just walked a mile on the tracks
~

Watch that step as each primal prints dig deep
Into that nomadic sole leaving behind layers of ash
There is noting left to be seen in this ghost town
Determine to follow the path of the dying sun
One writes to live and lives to be spoken to
those withering shadows that die from the embrace of mindless winds
Throwing into the course of severe turbulence A sense of direction at a loss walking along
Dice thrown a number of breaths it takes To let it all out letter by letter painted on
White picket fences leaving your mark on every corner
With no turning back now watching from the other side
Making a quick run for it reaching that destination at hand
Seeing it Go as plan with no setbacks carefully handled
Fragile thoughts dissipate right in front of your very eyes
Just as soon as the smoke clears lifting yourself up under the trenches
Holding your weapon of choice nursing a wounded voice
Stand tall we bleed ink as the water runs dry along that dirt word
Draining from bald point pen an honorable ink starts to wash over
Covering every crevices leaving room left to continue beating strong
Clear skies reflecting down upon open waters drained from closed eyes
One more lap going on as the time goes down to their final seconds
There is a chance of dry weather covering that very hope
Just as soon as the temperature dies down hell has broken lose
Stone thrown growing in numbers marching to the beat of a different song
Be a unsung hero for once rushing through the mass hysteria
With nothing more but your weapon exposed to the radiation of nation
Hammering down strike one after another starting a flame flickering
Down on that black spot careful it’s hot
Pouring down at the bottom at the Earths surface
Only to build it back up on that waters edge
Looking through the well foretells a future of some ones lost Thought
A spark ignited as the night quickly becomes day
In a matter of seconds the pieces found becomes clear
Not to be taken seriously at this moment anyways
Cutting that leash shorter and shorted for an easy reach on the other side
Remember don’t bite the hand that feeds you
It is only there to teach you with pen in hand waving it over head
Eager to play fetch a constant focus is noted tossed in the same path
Waiting for that time to come back from where it all began

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thanks Rawr for letting me write with you again thanks for this collab
Wednesday, July 15, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry


The pages of my mind turn…but the pages are blank
I guess maybe I over think
No thought stays written
Without the paper it gets erased
So I try to store lines in my Memory Bank
Just gotta keep in account
(don’t over draw from the account)
Gotta save some heat
Some lines too hot to release
Like nude pics of a model
When I get food for thought, I eat for two
I been off the bottle
No baby with the pen
I write like I got the strength of ten men
“Hercules! Hercules!”
My mom had a Nutty Professor
Technically I’m a word processor
Poetry protector
Try to kill it, feel my rage
Before I’m out of thoughts, brain turn the page
As I pass the pen
Rhymesoulnice he rhyme so nice
So hey…show em again

Please come closer and watch carefully
Don’t even think twice about blinking
Just as soon as I start to dissect
Bits and pieces of my rhetoric
Exposing my mental genetics
To the air you breathe re-releasing it
That bad seed your mouth constantly breeds
Gather around planted down to your very own
Soiled soul no need to clean up your mess
Don’t strain your brain to hard
Please have a seat prepare yourself
For this dramatic almost psychopathic lyrical séance
Don’t be afraid as my pen begins to piss off
the ending of this page he is only having a bit of an episode
You know an Epic Tourette syndrome Moment
with a Click, click click there and a click with a tick here
Splattering such gallant profanity on every corner
Inkblot looks like you just got caught
Seen by those voyeuristic not so sadistic eyes
Peep this scribbled down on every single post-it
Quickly flipping it leaving minds tripping
Going out on a limb so to speak
Like watching soft core porn
Only a small portion is exposed
Then it starts to grow
Just try to listen to the voices in your head
As a single word is vastly like butter is spread
Talking about Fucking with your mind
try not to mess up a rhyme this time
A defective flow is a worthless blow up the nostril
I am ready for another hit sweating, shivering , and shaking
There’s no mistaking slapping mental veins
Lets see if it taste the same on the sharp tip of this tongue
Branding endless words on flesh such an adrenaline high
Rushing through my fucking mind
There is no time to sleep I am on a mission to start filling up
Every empty space left out there as the world begins to turn
I hope to god whatever it is going on inside my head
that it is only a hallucination
that I am experiencing
for I foresee an unspoken future up ahead
with every part of this soft cover read

“I got some Imagery for ya’ll, follow along…It’s deep”

My mind is a canvas
My thoughts create art
My pen is my paintbrush
The ink is the paint
“The art is in my mind”
The paper takes its place
And waits…
For me to display poetry’s face
(Ain’t she so fine?)
I got a whole art gallery in my mind
I can display it anytime
When paper don’t wanna say it
I speak what’s on my mind
I got novels, I think whole notebooks at a time
I can write with a raisin and make it look like wine
And when I sent rhymes my lines, I knew he’d do just fine
Great minds write poetry well
Our two (too) flammable flows got the page hot as hell
I’m sweatin’
Wait a second….I think it’s somethin’ I’m forgettin’
No…the page got filled up, I’ll cut the flow
Rhymes…you got any free space in your mind?
Write somethin’ out of the pages
(Of your mind)

Now let me rewind this just a tad bit
Do me a favor would you please
Hit that record button
Let me lay it down
With lightning speed
Quickly read it before
ERROR, ERROR
I have exceed my line limitations
No wait I was just fucking with you
Look at me when I speak to you
Do you understand the words that
Are coming out of my mouth
Now repeat after me
Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory, dickory, dock.
Again faster
AGAIN EVEN FASTER
IS YOUR mouth exhausted yet
Lips running laps draining
Your mainstream to its last drip
Now if you are not able to hang
You might as well be intellectually discharged
As I reach my hand inside of your throat
Squeezing your lungs ripping your breath
With my hands I sign a language unrecognizable to you
Burning holes to your heart stopping you in your tracks
There’s just no time to react just sit there and admire
My written artistry (licking lips taste good like fresh pastry)
This is not me just sugar coating it you be the judge of it
Once you get the chance to have a sample
Now onto the next chapter of my mind
I will just hand it over to the pure genius
                                         watch him create .........

A picture of words a mind frame
Link words like chains
From my heart to my brain
Got a library of thoughts, the pages always change
Different subjects and prompts
I’m off the chain like Chomp
Spit flames like Bowser
Forget the flower
So much mental power
I can paint a poem every hour
Art faster than fast food
So off the cuff
“Poetry is Free Verse”
Take off the cuffs
Switch flows, one is not enough
Climb over Writer’s Block so how could I get stuck?
(I can’t)
The only times “can’t” resides in my vocab
You “can’t” end my vocab
It grows daily
My mind is relentless on getting’ me to write
Seducing me givin’ me so many lines I like
I can’t turn off my brain
Guess that’s why some say it’s a gift and a curse
To me more of a gift, love every twist…
And turn
My mind takes
Every drift and swerve
As the last page of my mind turns
I pass the pen again to the Imperial Ninja…of words

Coming through undetected nothing more then a spec
in the spaces between your face and my space
Now bow your heads and show some respect
Putting you through countless test
Now I wonder is the capacity inside
Of you enough to hold in the amount of verses
That I have cut into you deep flesh and bones
Fingers lick paper cuts come quick
From left to right and right to left
My mind starts to wander now you must wonder where
It will end up at
You will never know will you
keep your eyes on the prize
ball bouncing off the wall
Back and forth back and forth
Heads jerking thoughts hurting
Can you keep up
you can’t touch an illusion
Stand and be in awe jaw dropping on the floor
Sucker you been punched with that hard hitting art
The unspoken the Way of the Pen
So ancient in its form
Now try to remember that as your head start to throb
No time to rest
The worse is yet to come
Having you screaming out
“why did I have to run my mouth”
“he had me eating my words”
An after taste tingles inside
Watching your mind shrivel and cry
A target waiting in the wings
In a flowing stealth mode a mental ambush
Throats slit just to quick with it
Throwing none recyclable lips off mountain cliffs
Dethroning what you once own
What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is well
Mine in my mind I can find many secret compartments
To cover up those prolific phrases just as soon as I spot
The enemy there is no stopping my articulated projection
Left without protection
Will have you knocked out like just clock out
Your time is up my time is only beginning
There is no chance of it running out
From my words to my mouth
I stand in victory with my pen held high
I have marked the end of my mind but remember this
This will not be last you will hear from me as my words
Will make history instead of being history
 at the very end of this page
                                      THE END....


Thursday, July 09, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry



A daily crossword walking along the way
On each square blocks scribbled down
with concrete messages
reading, “Tom was here 1984” ,“I heart Jenny Smith”
Or make love not war ,or the occasional  discriminating
Words of hate
fueling a life long uncivilized conflict
Scribbles leaving permanent tattoos
underneath  heavens feet
Retracing each step backwards
letter by letter one at a time
ereh saw mot 4891
Htims ynnej traeh I
Raw ton evol ekam
Watching through the eyes of a stranger
Feeling their life from my perspective
Holding their Hands just like lovers would do
Side by side protesting for their rights to be heard
Read aloud their mouths start to shout 
Stone thrown words ricocheting
On window pain shattering
Door broken down to the ground
Just as one derogatory word
is heard around the world
Laying face down beaten
I felt their fears with my back bloody and exposed
I heard their cries
I was there laying next to them holding their hands
Protecting them from harms way
Hearing the most vile words
Curled unable to shield myself
From such a revolting strike
Punched and constant kicks
embedded in between pot holes
Were spare parts that belong to them
Witnessing a historic transformation occurring
Carefully I stood there and watched as they started to
carve deeply within those ancestral roots
Burning skins of yesterday lingers in the air
Depicting every single childhood of a life time
Looking down on that damped soil and muddy thoughts
through parted fingers it starts to drain
Between the crevices an open palm is left unread
Here lies a future momentarily put on hold
only to be molded through closed hands
forming past remembrance
Shape shifting closed eyes
visualizing an idea of a present moment
held in the grip of time taking away any self-doubt
watching those layers fall like the seasons
things start to change and take a certain shape
in this metaphorical sphere
A future is seen through the very hands
of the only one who would
understand the very significance
behind those words written down
on the path
that I still continue to walk on

another crack in the road Pictures, Images and Photos
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Wednesday, July 01, 2009 

Current mood:  sad
Category: Writing and Poetry



dark room Pictures, Images and Photos
Silence
starts to bathed the room
Emptiness an unhealthy diet in bloom
Punch -drunk
F
uck the love!
Confused those w
ere the dazed today
No signs read
Hazard Smashed Down
Over and over
Fractured eyes
unable
To cry
Breathless memory
Raw treatment proceeded
Justification wasted
While blood thirst tasted
Fist !
blow after
Unprotected blow
Cracked knuckles
  Childish

     Cowardly
Such an evil gesturing jester
Mournful dreams
it all
Seem to real to believe
To me
Negative reasons
Exploding in an ugly way
Mind imploding
Feeling persuasive
Beating down hard
Distorted figure
Of even being
Human
I
am
OR !
I was
To you
Anyways
Still unclear of this
Waking up to
Lips split
In two parts

Like two distant
Strangers
Coming together
To butt heads
There is no change in this
Only an unreal dealing
Something not worth feeling
At the moment once upon this dream
I will lie here and
wait for that Nightmare
Like a blanket to cover me and hide me
Forever from this painful Dream
goth bedroom Pictures, Images and Photos
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Friday, June 19, 2009 

Current mood:  creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

graffiti Pictures, Images and Photos
An evolution to express the capacity
Held like an oath to uphold this art
Mingled amongst the mountainous walls
The fire rises from a burning pen
Widening an expansive world to become more open
More accepting of the flavors from the skies
The only numbers that matter upon the wall
Are how you represent, how you encompass a soul
To seek retribution beyond a revolution
To look a master in the eye, release the dogs
From the leash of literary eloquence
Each addition, comprises a color in the spectrum
Written forever upon the wall, their scars
Their marks, their peace, their acceptance
Of What I call graffiti, the art of the soul
 ~

A representation of who you are
Each distinctive in their own way
A permanent mark left on our world
falling back on those ancient times
Vastly spreading by the numbers
Their wounds stained into
A once thought declining culture
Having no limits of any area
Streets with no name now becomes
Known as each coat remains stenciled in deep
Of words artistically so to speak
they soon find their place of belonging
Being pulled into the cavities of this art form
Not to be buried to long the intensity raises
A literate sphere is reborn again out of this world

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009 

Current mood:  sad
Category: Writing and Poetry



walk away
just go that very
distance which is intended
Leaving traces of the
importance aside
the pain resting inside
feeling the hurt
dwelling deep behind a caged force to reckon with
it now starts to aim high one is left without warning
where does it begin in a matter of seconds
everything changes as hollow point words
hitting hard leaving no room to breathe
ten fingers ruffling through
those shortness of breath
penetrating through that tightly
held brown paper bag
double bag it please?
unable to purchase
the right amount of air
A callous move was made
A legal source left dead
blinded by the contents laid out
in plain view
a case of thoughtless energy
a wasted exertion
potential for desertion
there is no point in turning back now
continue on walking
dead man lost in the world
those memories now gone
the only thing left are
Damage soaked tears
drop to our knees to call upon
for some sort of help
a divine destiny overnight
hoping for that delivery
a knock knock of the winds
only to be left hidden to the
silent air
He
who should really care?
Doesn't
selfish strung out bastard
disaster torn
A world apart
time drowned behind those
empty eyes
god knows even alligator cries
over a million time in its' lifetime
the sheer existence of you floats beyond
I miss you it is only natural
for one to feel that way
for now though
just walk away and let me stay
take a few leaps into tomorrow
baby steps if needed
for however long it takes to grow
a prayer is called upon
Today I sit and wait for that answer
to appear right in front of me
from your very lips of I hope
we could start anew
spoken from years of anger and sadness
lies the love of a child longing for
his strength in arms that one embrace from
a fathers love and to have him watch as his
child grew up to be if not a better man
who stayed instead of walking away

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

  Intoxicating
      That sunless kiss never felt
      On a night like this
woman Pictures, Images and Photos

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Monday, June 08, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry


Its not often you see a mish mash of riff raff
Read across the graves of a disrupted epitaph
They move their mouths quick, forgetting how to laugh
The lion bringing the darkness of the poetic craft
Last time we spoke we established they wanted to be like mike
Or was Johnny Bravo intertwined with a rawr, for the hype
They dont know what's like to have words replacing the blood
As it sweeps them like a hurricane with a much finer flood
I dont mean to be rude, but some of these poets are finger food
Why be itty bitty, when you can be monumental, you feel my mood?
We been doing this for so long, its just comes naturally
We like some expressive fish bursting out the hatchery
Doing what we do, and who knew we'd have an impact like this?
Lifes hard, so easy to get pissed, the pen becomes the fist
Clenched as the words spill out like alchoholic kool aid
See what they forget is we this is the poetic bed we made
Through the trials and verdicts.. judges try but we cant get played
If they do.. they obviously havnt heard a single word we said
See my bite is potent, in the den of never fucking surrender
Bout time we mix it up again in this blogalicious blender
Watch this jam frizzle fry from the depths of the third eye
Poetic Extremists dont die.. we inspire, then multiply
So pay attention to the flow of the roaring words
With the imperial ninja of hallucinogenic verse
They cover their mouths, oh my god, it must be a curse
To have the ability to tongue twist their words
It sinks into their nightmares, dicing up their dreams
Inticing red rose lips to bust rhymes at the seams
I know it's shocking but there's no need to scream
This shit is tight like water and wax on neoprene
They never seen so many vampiric seductions biting
From all the skills they have, they have just been hiding
We drop a bomb, they drop a kudo, Mr Ninja fix the lighting
They not gonna believe their eyes, see we come out fighting
Expressing the evolution that plagues the history of ages
In this poetic street, we pimp this shit upon stages
I'm not one to stand in the light too long, so I must bow
Drop something on these readers, something that makes em howl
I have planted the tree, Mr Rhyme.. be the wise young owl
Lets see what they think of this, as they say..man thats foul
How you gonna put a poetic pussycat and ninja on the track?
We do this shit because we love it.. Go on Rhyme.. React.

~
Devour and take a part as we both go through heart to every heart
Clawing every which way as the slices go deep into that beat only to have it depart
My words are susceptible to flattery to it’s high degree
Exceeding intelligence is irrelevant to my own mind to have it to free
It is like that and the way it should be for no one else will ever change my brilliance
Test me and I will not fail as I get chewed up spat out you will soon see what this cerebral resilience
Is about if you don’t know by now just as soon as my part of diction punches you leaves you brain dead
Hitting that hard ground the question is will you make a sound when no one is around so talk go ahead
If you can watch me from those lost eyes as I raise high above you on this branch help is out of reach
Out of mind out of mine awe poor baby was that a hard Rhyme for you would you like me to teach
You something simple like first grade math or the definition of Antidisestablishmentarianism if you
Have difficulties following me when I talk maybe I should start to stutter would that work or just be taboo
It is all up to you here I stand in the spotlight from the moon a reflection of strength side by side
Unable to dethrone what we both own for so long before their mother’s mother sang their first lullaby song
To them when they were in their diapers thumb sucking speaking gibberish something is definitely wrong
With this picture we must clear the air and have them literally fall to our feet when we both arrive
Fallen back in the dead of time to find the meaning feeble brains who have been trying to stay alive
When we both have looked into deaths eyes many times the meaning to life to us are words unheard
That unspoken message is worth dying for they just don’t know it yet to them it is just absurd
Just when that shit hit’s the fan everything falls to pieces what they had felt is a flash of poetic fire
Way up in the sky shot across the universe a Ninja star is seen for days an epic spark for all eyes to admire
In a way one would be inspire to let out their bottled up emotions before it starts to become expire
Inside of their brains losing control of everything the draw back of that is a relapse mind
aching to sink their teeth in the necks of every unprotected walking um un--neutered sex undefined
It’s all the raged but when the lock starts to break you are now face to fangs in this coliseum what
Is your weapon of choice hurry up or else your head might split and that would keep that mouth shut
For good is that understood nod if you think so if not just drop and stay there don’t bother getting up
Your actions speaks louder then the words that barely come out of your mouth as I begin to fill this cup
Up with words of wisdom feed into my held capacity effortlessly flowing out into their breaths inhale
This silent keeper become that deep sleeper having no control of a single train of thought that has set sail
Now in a puppet like state holding up those invisible strings to take control of your every move
A superior ventriloquist that I be you can’t see me I am an illusion in your state of mind I cant be removed
A stain in your frontal membrane those tear ducts filled up with fear dust blinded by roaring winds
Lost in the middle of no where unable to duck for cover exposed to eloquence of execution of all kinds
The stench of horror blankets the surface of air all around no one is there just empty heads waiting to find
The right intelligent life of any kind to fill them up for a chance to speak but for now they will not take mine


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thank you poetic Rawr for this bad-ass collab
definitely talented and thanks for this freestyle an honor to have written with you



Saturday, June 06, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry


Bloody fisted don’t get it twisted
This drunken mess spit’s the best
take a shot at me it will be the last time
You will ever breathe and see the words
Of destiny listen child cry me a river
Drown out your mind watch your mouth sink
Low with the bottom feeder breeder
Raw sewage seriously you do not want to do this
You must have me confused with some other bullshit
Running around your mentally retarded fuck what you started
I think your mouth just farted a poetic artist
A star stuck out of luck a simple butt fuck
Never bend over backwards for anyone not even you
Ignorant fools who isn’t worth being in front of the line
Wait your turn listen closely and learn keep it stable
If you are able to commit to it
Gargling long and startling articulate see food
You eat your words of drool and dribble
Let me write out this formula do you mind if I call
You baby today for your mind is curled up in the fetal position
At this point as poetically capture smokes this joint
Passing it on oh so strong like bull
Leaving her breathless at time when she speaks with Rhymes
It is about damn time there will be no evidence left behind
For each words on this line is inhale through our own minds
Hyped up drunk up in a daze it is not a phase
Our words continue on stronger then before
It never goes away like a virus I will infect you
After injecting inside of you leaving you oh so confused
Get a clue will you think before you sleep
Your soul we keep listen close as echoes of death becomes all to
Real once you feel nothing anymore body bags laying all over
~

After RSN creates hurricane with words
welcome to my world
I sit back roll this blunt
Watch me stunt
Ink is boiling thru my wrist
Forming into a fist
I’m dismissing bitches off my list
My tempers ready to unleash
This lethal speech
Discoloring skin like bleach
I manipulate
Articulate
Particulate never procrastinate
In slaughtering beings
I don’t give a shit about feelings
I’m a grenade
You ready for your serenade?
I murk this game
Everyone knows I’m insane
To the sane
I include pain
I gotta drain what they retain
To maintain
And that’s my reign
I’M PC …YO REMEMBER MY NAME!

~
Just try to dethrone her poetic dominance
Look close read her lips even in from a distance
Read it mouthing “no bitch-assness”
Please
Symptoms of dying of rhyming
It is time
I see in your eyes they are tired
Droopy flow of words no one knows
Cripple lips broken hips lay on the floor
Continue to ask for more words of wisdom
You suck and lick on those dum dum’s
No I do not want some of this
You have failed your test
Do not come to close
It is more disturbing when you take
A breath
Swallow this mint yes I am giving you hints
Close your mouth do not let anything out
Sink below average wave bye bye to those
High grades
Choke on your low self esteem steam blown
Out on your snout out of control
Can you hold your own
Sneeze hard spread your own filth
Un-blessed you
Oh god hold that thought
Let me take the opportunity to
Infiltrate your universal birthrate from
Your mouth to your bellies
Now can you tell me how far have you been
Take advantage of our antics it is fucking fantastic
Can you feel it thrill it fully fulfill it
Like high on E
That is education to me
Unlike you ever so touchy feely
You do not feel me
Not even be real to me
Step back of the line
This is the VIP line
No time for those handicap lame
Verses
Makes you worthless
Go back to your hole
Hide from the world unfit
To think
It is seriously a sin
Where to begin
Do you understand the words that
Are coming out of my mouth
Or is it just stuttering statement to you
It's alright
For the night is not yours
Already sober up from your stupidity
It makes me want to play hang man
With myself
Wish to physically hang my health
Oh fuck this I will just anesthetize my mouth
To keep me from letting my intellectual out
As I notice your eyes continue to travel south
Shut your trap your ass isn’t worth sitting on my lap

~
Iraq ain’t never seen explosives like this
Guaranteed target we never miss
Missiles decapitating brains
Busting and pulling out veins
Expressively conveying termination
Our disease contamination
Inhale our essence
Grow blind by our presence
I’m fuckin psychotic and exotic
Leaving others traumatic
Damn str8 I’m dramatic
Hysterically shouting verses
Implanting curses
I’m diverse so bust a bitch and reverse
Another life disbursed
My breath immersed
Sit back observe
The air in their lungs
Venom stung
Paralyzed from head to toe
Don’t worry you’ll see US in hell below
Still thrown off on a flow
Cuz we are
Eternity’s lyrically tormented souls


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thank you for this freestyle of a write PC
thank you for writing with me again this was so great
even though long yes lmao glad we cut it down to size

Wednesday, June 03, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry


Am I sure
you inquire
to which i simply reply
how does
eternally so
sound to you?
~

I still wonder
if you are prepare
inside of your mind
way of there
fingers running through
your hair
I close my eyes and listen
very close
to the air between
your lips as it is flown
directly across mine
a quick inhale
in response
it doesn't sound so
bad after all
~

deeply
seek me
release me
only when you've had your fill
and then
take possession once again
closer
feel the need
breathe
my breaths
inhale
me
touch
the sigh
that flutters by
your tender places

~
you have awoken me
from the inside
Now I feel relaxed from your release
throughout my body
the warmth of words finds
some body
and that somebody would be me
that lives and breathes
in that very thought of you
My destiny
far and yet so near
the aches that you hear
are those of my last tear
drop
for I have felt that feeling
between my hands again
just as soon as the air had
made me understand that there
is a possibility for me to have
a chance again to consume your
whispers so that I would
free you from sin
deep from within as soon as our
lips collide under the moonlight
our souls will ride
and your words I shall forever
keep as I lay my soul to sleep
~

those drops
mingle
in the essence of
our slumber
one in being
one exhalation
sensations
covet
their own destiny
whilst we dream
precluding
nothing
but our will to want
all that is
between
the we
that was
and forever
shall be
you reach
inside of me
and
into my beyond

~
falling in and out of
reality as quickly as
it left me it came
right back to me
hand in hand
I still continue to
reach into your
universe as my mind
starts its travels
never looking back
only moving forward into
the eyes of your
celestial coordinates
of thought from yourself
to mine
drifting off into a memory
I hope to float into that area
that never seem to end
with every star to guide
me along that way
towards something
that could be real right
out of the days that I
have dreamt
for this moment
means a lot to me
then ever before
now with no hesitation
to hold me back
I continue on that rightful
track
following those footprints in the clouds
I start to wander away from it all
and walk into the mist that starts to fall
on my skin
I felt the world through
goose bump skin
she spoke to me
"where do we go from here."

    ~
“everywhere..and nowhere..”
his words linger
upon everything
that is woman
in me
promises
of tomorrow
born of the present
more near than now
yet somehow
still
longing for fruition
completion
a hedonistic revelry
a self-fulfilling prophecy
of yearning and need
decadent greed
for you
and your saturation
harmonic liberation's
resounding
amidst the hush
of surrender
as I
growl into you

lost  love Pictures, Images and Photos
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Thank you Mikki for writing with me
love sharing ink with you thanks again friend
hope everyone stops by to show her some love