I PRESENT TOO YOU... PURE, PAIN, POETRY, PERFECTED!
Monday, July 25, 2011
LATE POETRY BUT NEW....S.S.T.P.U.
SOMEBODY SHUT THAT PAIN UP!
by bishop g/ kingyoda/ d.dunbar
DEPRESSED STRESSING DOOM...
ADMIRING THE HALF RED CRESCENT MOON...
WHAT IF THATS JUST A BIG BALLOON...
INFLATED AND DEFLATED BY
CONTROLLERS OF SPACE,
ASPIRING MOLDERS OF FATE
WITH GOALS TO CREATE,
A BIG PEICE OF OUT OF REACH ART...
I WAS OUT TO REACH HEARTS
AND GOT SO LOST
IM NOT ALLOWED A RESTART,
CANT SAY FOR SURE WHY
I KEEP BUILDING ON FLIMSY LIMBS...
OR WHOSE FAULT HALTED THE STREGNTH...
MINES OR THEMS,
EFFECTS TRICKLE DOWN...RIPPLES
RIPPING THROUGH THE MIDDLE
OF OPTIMISTIC RIVERS
ONLY A DROWNED MAN CAN SIT THROUGH,
WATCHING THE SPLIT BETWEEN
DREAMS AND THE ACHIEVABLE,
THE PAIN IN LIFE
MAKES SPOKEN WORD OF MY UNSPEAKABLE...
YOU SHOULD KEEP READING THOUGH.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
POETRY FROM MY SISTER JUANA WEEEEZY!
IF ONLY YOU KNEW...
by tijuana dunbar-robinson
They say life is what you make it
now see thats a understatement
cause there are things you have no control over
and you are forced to take it,
So you feel lonely and vaccant,
used to be alone when you awakened
Startled and frightned in strange crowds cause you see no friendly faces,
So u put up a guard
that no one will get to your heart
then try to break it,
You feel self protected
growing up in a home of being knowingly neglected...
forced to hear conversations,
arguements and disrespected.
THURRR SHE BLOWS PART 2! POETRY
THURRR SHE BLOWS PART 2
by bishop g/ kingyoda/d.dunbar
GIVE AN OLD FRIEND NEW ADVICE,
OPINIONS
NO TWO ALIKE,
ALWAYS HAD A PROBLEM WITH
WHO TO HATE
AND WHO TOO LIKE,
LIVE A DEEP SCUBA LIFE,
SHALLOW TOO A POOL OF ICE,
HOW CAN YOU REALLY KNOW
THE DEPTH OF A POOL OF ICE?
WISE WORDS...
HELP YOU VIEW LIFE
THROUGH A NEW DEVICE,
SEEING SHIT ANOTHER WAY
ONLY NOW EXCLUDING SIGHT,
THESE ARE DARKTIMES
THE FAITHFUL KNOW CONCLUDE WITH LIGHT,
EVEN IF NATURE ERASES
ALL TRACES OF HUMAN LIFE!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
LATE NIGHT...POETRY...H.F.O. PART 4
HELL FROZE OVER PART 4
by kingyoda/bishop g
LONG LOST LOVE,
SHORT FOUND HATE,
SHORT LOVE LEAVE'S LONGER
MEMORIES OF HATE,
AND LONG HATE GAINS VALUE...
BECOMES APPRECIATED,
LIKE WE COULDVE BEEN FORGOTTEN
BUT ATLEAST WE MADE IT,
GRADED A THROUGH F...
WHO'S THE TEACHER THOUGH?
PEOPLE OF THE EGO
CANT BE EAGLE'S
AND THAT EQUALS NO...
BUT TOO SOAR
IS AN AWARD
AND YOU SCORE A YES,
YIN AND YANG...
YOUR WAY OR MINE...
SHINE WHEN ITS
MORE OR LESS,
APPLAUD DEATH...
SHED TEARS AT THE SIGHT OF BIRTH,
PSYCHO MINDS TRYNA DEPOPULATE US
FOR A LIGHTER EARTH...
HOW BOUT WE JUST GET RID OF
BIG HEAD CLOWN HOES,
I DONT MIND SLIPPING
IF THE GROUNDS FROZE....
HELL FROZE OVER PART 4!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
NEW POETRY...CALL IT....FLAKES!
FLAKES by bishop g/ king yoda/ dunbar
YOU SAY MONEY OVER EVERYTHANG?
WHAT A SPELL TOO BE UNDER,
DO I BELIEVE IN GOD?
MY ANSWER IS 3 NUMBERS,
ONE, ZERO, ZERO PERCENT...
I KNOW THE WRATH,
BROUGHT FORTH ON THE PEOPLE
FOR LOVING THE GOLDEN CALF,
IM BROKEN GLASS
HARD TO TOUCH...BUT STILL SHINY,
CHOSE A PATH
WHERE ITS HARD TOO TRUST OR WALK BLINDLY,
AND EVERYDAY REMINDS ME
THAT TIME IS THE GREAT REDUCER,
SO EVEN OUT YOUR PAST
TO AVOID AN ODD FUTURE,
IM NO TYLER CREATOR FAN...
ID RATHER CREATE A FAN...
ERASE THE COMPLEX NONSENSE
WITH A BASIC PLAN,
AND RULE NUMBER ONE WOULD BE
PUT NO FAITH IN MAN,
FLAMES FROM FAME
SEEMS TO GRATE THEM
TO A FLAKE OF SAND!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
FLASHBACK POETRY!!!!
Who is This Muthafucka?
by bishop g/ kingyoda/ d.dunbar
MY GOALS SEEM FURTHER AWAY, JUST WHEN THEY SEEMED NEARER,
I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
WHEN DIRT IS THROWN ON ME, MY SKIN..TENDS TO GET CLEARER,I
FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR,
I BLEND WITH THE MUD, I AM WHO MY FRIENDS TEND TO JUDGE
AND CHARACTER SMUDGE, BUT DRESS IT UP WITH WORDS LIKE TOUGH LOVE...
THEY SAY ITS ME WHO RUBBED OFF ON THEM,
AND I DESERVE THE EMPTY CLASSROOMS AND SLIPPERY GYM...
THAT I PLAY IN...TO FALL...
THE FLOOR FOR A BED I USED TO LAY IN...
NO STALLS TO PISS...OKAY
IM SLIPPING ALL THE WAY IN...
NO ABSTRACT BULLSHIT WRITING WILL SWAY THIS...
SORT OF A CONFESSIONAL...THIS ROLE..I PORTRAY THIS...
INNOCENT MAN? HELL NO...AT TIMES IM FINNIKY AND
UNDISCIPLINED...WITH NO ORIGINAL PLAN
ON HOW TO FINISH THIS HAND...OF DUMB MONKEY UNO,
THE SON OF A FORMER JUNKIE, HE JUST LIKE HER...BUT YOU KNOWWW,
I TEND TO FORGET THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE UNFORGETTABLE,
I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SAID DAMN...I DONT REMEMBER YOU,
SAW A PICTURE OR TWO, AND THOUGHT I RESEMBLED
THAT DARK SKINNED CREATURE GOD ASSEMBLED...
BUT NAW...I HAVE SMEARED GODS WORK! ALONG WITH INHERITED
FUCKED UP MENTAL AND PHYSICAL GENITIC...THERE IT IS...
THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER,
ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA
(AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}
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