singing days are over...

SEAN WHINING'S( WINANS,LIKE BEBE AND CECE)

BY D.DUNBAR/BISHOP G/KINGYODA




CLOSE CALLS...
FAR TEXTS,
FINAL SEPERATION...
THE HOPE FALLS
I CANT STAND IT...
SPINAL DEVASTATION,
THE WHEEL CHAIRS
OF REAL TEARS
HAVE TOOK THERE LAST ROLL,
THE CRUTCHES
OF THE WHISPERS OF
SWEET NOTHINGS ARE OLD,

SHY'ED AWAY FROM HATE...
SO AT TIMES..I PLAY LOVED HER,
I DIDNT WANT TOO QUIT TOO SOON...
JAY CUTLER...
I STAYED UP TILL MIDNIGHT
BITCH- LIKE WITH MY LECTURES,
SINGING TOO THE GHOST'S
OF THE CHOIR ON THE STRETCHERS..

SILENCE SEAN!

GIVE HIM A CHAIR...NEW 3. A.M. POETRY

MAN...SIT YO A-- DOWN
by d.dunbar/bishop g/ dacson wallstone/ kingyoda


THE STATE OF THE UNION,
THE FACE OF ILLUSION,
DISGRACED AND MISUSING
GREATNESS FOR ABUSING...
UNAWARE TOO OUR OWN LATENESS
ITS AMUSING,
WE CAN NOW WALK THE OWN PLANKS
OF OUR CHOOSING...
YOU CAN JUMP INTO THE LAKE OF CHEAP GAS...
OR YOU CAN CHOOSE THE OCEAN WITH THE B.P. GAS,

EITHER WAY, OIL SWIMMING
WHEN HEATED CAN BOIL DENIM,
BOIL MEN,
BOIL WEMON,
UNDER THE CONTROL OF
GARGOYLES AND GREMLINS!
SHAPE SHIFTING ACTORS,
AN UNHATEABLE FACE
PLAYS A MAJOR FACTOR,
BUT A BODY OF LIES CANNOT HIDE...
SO STAND UP AND SCREAM...
" I LOVE AMERICA" WITH PRIDE.

MAN...SIT YO ASS DOWN!

FOR A KING!!! NEW POETRY.

KING!!! by kingyoda/ dungeon dunbar/ bishop g



QUEEN MOTHER...
DID YOU KNOW A NIGGA SHOT DOCTOR KINGS MOTHER?
SUBMERGED THE DREAM
DROWNED HIS BROTHER?
THINGS UNDISCOVERED
THAT DONT HOVER FOR LONG,
THEY SWEEP SHIT UNDER THE RUG
ANOTHER SONG...
IS PLAYED...
BUT KILLERS...BE KIND ..AND PLEASE REWIND...
REWRITES IN HISTORY...
VISIBLY DESIGNED,
ATROCITIES COMMITED
THIS IS BIGGER THAN CRIME,
CANT CORRECT IT FOR CORRETTA
CAN WE DO IT IN TIME
BEFORE ANOTHER KING DIES?

IT PAINS ME TO SEE
STREAMS FROM EYES
OF QUEENS FROM LIES
WHEN KING DIES!

SEEMS THAT GREEN PAPER
CORRUPTED THOSE CLOSE...
TOO M.L.K. JR...
THE ONES HE NEEDED MOST,
HE'S SO EASY TOO QUOTE,
A MARTYR...
A SYMBOL FOR GRIEF AND HOPE
IM CRYING JUST READING HIS NOTES...
A LETTER FROM A BIRMINGHAM JAIL...
I KNOW THAT YOU WERE FREE'ER THAN THE COPS
WHO NOW...
BURN IN HELL!

KING.

MY FIRST SHORT STORY IN 15 YEARS!!! YAYYYYY....

THE WINDOW WATCHERS
by DACSON WALLSTONE/ bishopg/duseandunbar/kingyoda.


SO....EVERYDAY ME AND GAMBIT JOHNSON GO WALKING.
WE WALK AND WE WALK....UNTIL WE REACH THE SAME LOCATION.
THIS LOCATION IS A HOUSE...WITH THE CLEAREST CLEANEST WINDOWS
YOU EVER DID SEE!
INSIDE THE HOUSE WE WOULD SEE A GROUP OF MEN PACKING THEY'RE BELONGINGS.
SOME THROWING THINGS AWAY, SOME STYLING IN THE MIRROR ONE LAST TIME
BEFORE THEY PACKED THEYRE CLOTHES AND ACCESORIES AWAY TO TAKE, OR LEAVE BEHIND.

FOR 15 DAYS, ME AND GAMBIT WOULD WALK TOO THE HOUSE...LEAN ON A NEARBY TREEE..
AND LOOK IN DISGUST AND JEALOUSY AS WELL AS ENVY AT THIS HOUSE...THIS WINDOW...
THESE MEN...THESE CLOTHES...EVERY PART OF WHAT WE SAW THROUGH THE WINDOW
AND DISCUSS HOW MUCH WE HATED THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! WE DIDNT KNOW THEM BUT...
WE HATED THEM FROM A DISTANCE.
IN DISCUSSING OUR DISLIKES AND DIFFRENCES FROM THEM...NATURALLY WE WOULD HIGHLIGHT OUR SIMILARATIES IN POVERTY...WITHOUTNESS, STYLE AND ATTITUDE.

ONE DAY WHILE SKYDIVING FROM A TREEHOUSE AS TALL AS THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING,
I DACSON WALLSTONE...HIT A TREE LIMB ON THE WAY DOWN, AND LOST A FOOT.
NEEDLESS TO SAY, IT WOULD BE A WEEK BEFORE THE SURGEONS AT THE FREE CLINIC IN HARVEY, ILLINOIS COULD REATTACH MY FOOT. THIS BROUGHT GREAT PAIN TOO MINES AND GAMBITS STREAK OF CONSECUTIVE DAYS OF WALKING, WATCHING , AND HATING THOSE INSIDE THE WINDOW. THIS COULD NOT BE...
I TOLD GAMBIT..".CONTINUE OUR WAYS...WALK UNTIL THOUGH HATH ARRIVED AS USUAL...AND REMEMBER...ILL BE THERE HATING MY ASS OFF IN SPIRIT, SO YOU WONT BE ALONE"!
TEARY EYED AND AMBITIOUSLY...HE AGREED.

TURNS OUT...IT ONLY TAKES 1 DAY TOO REATTACH A LEFT FOOT BACK TOO THE BODY, SO
I WAS UP WALKING OUT THE ...OVERNIGHT CLINIC THE NEXT DAY.
WHEN I GOT OUT THE DOORS ...I IMMEDIATELY PUSH THE BUTTON ON MY RANGELESS WALKIE
TALKIES AND ASKED GAMBIT HIS LOCATION. AGAIN...I PUSHED THE BUTTON IN AND SAID GAMBIT...YOU FUCK, WHAT ARE YOUR COORDINATES!
NO ANSWER...
I DECIDED TOO TAKE A WALK TOWARDS THE WINDOW OF HATE TOO BLOW OFF SOME STEAM!
AS I ARRIVED AT THE LOCATION...I COULD SEE THAT THE CARS AND MOVING TRUCKS WERE GONE. I HAD MISSED THE EXIT OF THE CREW OF MEN THAT ME AND MR JOHNSON HATED.
HOWEVER ,THERE WERE 4 DIRT BIKES OUTSIDE THE FENCE LEADING TOO THE HOUSE.
I POSITIONED MYSELF AGAINST THE TREE TOO SEE WHO MAY HAVE BEEN INSIDE THE HOUSE OF THOSE WE HATED.
I COULD SEE OPENED LEFT BEHIND BOXES BY THE GARBAGE CAN,
AND CLOTHES ITEMS FLUNG AROUND AS IF THEY'D BEEN CAST ASIDE
AND THE OTHER LEFT BEHINDS CHOSEN ...BY THOSE WHO BROKE IN.
AS MY EYE'S NOW ZONED IN TOO THE WINDOW...I COULD SEE 2 BOYS WHO HATED ME, AND A BITCH WHO ALWAYS ACTED NICE TOO ME IN PRIVATE BUT TALKED ABOUT ME LIKE A FUCKING DOG WHEN PEOPLE WERE AROUND.
MY FURY AROSE!!! THEN...I LOOKED INTO THE BEDROOM AREA WHERE THE MIRROR WAS...ONLY TOO SEE GAMBIT JOHNSON...DOING THE FUCKING DOUGIE AND THE 2 STEP AT THE SAME TIME...WHILE HAPPY AS... A SISSY WITH A BAG OF DICKS AT SAUSAGE FEST 99!

A TEAR...ONE ....RED...TEAR FELL FROM MY EYE.
HOW COULD THIS BE...
WHY HATH THIS HAPPENED...
HAD I NOT KNOWN OF HIS SLICK BITCHASS ENTOURAGE...AND MOTIVES...WHILE THINKING WE
WERE ONE IN THE SAME WHILE WINDOW WATCHING?
WHILE WONDERING AND STUCK, STUNNED ,AND...SPLIGABBERED IN DISBELIEF...HE LOOKED THROUGH THE MIRROR AND SAW ME.
IN MY HEAD...I THOUGHT HE WAS FEELING GUILTY AND ...
MAYBE TRYING TOO COME UP WITH AN EXPLANATION FOR WHAT THE FUCK HE WAS DOING.
I COULD'NT HAVE BEEN WRONGER.
HE TOOK 15 STEPS TOWARD THE WINDOW, AND SLAMMED THE SHIT CLOSED SO HARD..THAT THE GLASS SHATTERED INTO SMITHEREENS AND A SMALL PEICE REACHED ME AND CUT ME RIGHT ABOVE THE EYE IN 4 PLACES!
THE LESSON I LEARNED...
WHEN WATCHING OTHERS LIVES...THROUGH WINDOWS OF HATE,
ALWAYS REMEMBER, THEY CAN LOOK OUT AND HATE YOU TOO!
OR SOME SHIT.

NEW POETRY...ITS CALLED 2. THANX TOO MY BIG BROTHER ALLEN..ILL BE CURSING ALOT LESS. THANX G.

i can write without profanity as well allen dunbar!


2 by duseandunbar/ kingyoda/bishop g



YOUR HELPING
OR YOUR STOPPING ME,
IM A CHEF OF SORROW,
I SERVE HEAPING HELPINGS
OF APOLOGIES,
DEEPLY IGNORED\THEY SHALLOWLY
ACKNOWLEDGE ME,
GRADEWISE IN DRAMA
AND PROBLEMS...,
IM SCHOLARLY,
VALEDICTORIAN OF WORRYING
USED TOO BE BEST FRIENDS
WITH WASALU AND TAUREAN...
WHERE DID THE STORY END?
EMPTY FRIEND CUPS
ENEMIES POURING IN,
IM SO SORE
SEEKING STRENGTH TO BE RESTORED
TRYNA SOAR AGAIN,
NO APPLAUSE...
I HEAR THE SNORES AGAIN,
TRYNA LIVE ALL NET...
I HIT THE BACKBOARD AGAIN,
BASKETBALL METAPHORS
GET IGNORED AGAIN,
COPPED A BAG OF PHIL JACKSON
IM SNORTING ZEN,
WHEN AT THE RIM...
I BACK PEDDLE AND SHOOT A THREE,
BRING A BAT ON THE COURT
TOO MAKE THE GAME NEW FOR ME,
SURE ILL BE
THROWN OUT
AND PROBLY FINED,
THE CHOICE IS EITHER TRACE...
OR CREATE THE DESIGN,


NUMBER 2 PLEEEEZE!

DEMARCO...GEMSTONES...CASTLE!