NEW POETRY...I PRESENT...A WEAPONS PERCEPTION!....

A WEAPONS PERCEPTION

by poncho redclouds/king yoda/ d.dunbar/bishop g

HOW COULD ONES BRAIN

COMPLAIN OF THE RAIN

WHILE KNOWING ITS WORSE WEATHER,

SEEMS THEY LOVING LITTLE WAYNE...

I THINK JUVIE AND TURKS BETTER,

I DONT WANT GOLD CHAINS...

I WANNA BE THE EARTHS TREASURE,

BRING BLOODS AND CRIP TOGETHER..

BY CLEVERLY GIVING THEM ALL

POPPA SMURF SWEATERS,

WEARING RED AND BLUE TOGETHER

COULD HURT?..NEVER...

IT WOULD ONLY HELP

FUTURE ENDEAVORS,

WHERE COLORS MESH

AND PAVE NEW ROADS FOR OTHER STEPS,

AND EVERYONES DIGGING LIFE TO MUCH

TO REDISCOVER DEATH.

A FOR AMBITION...

BUT MY REPORT CARD HAD A DOZEN F"S,

IN MY DAY..NO PROGRAM WAS

MAKING SURE A CHILD WASNT LEFT,

JUST SOME TEACHERS MAD WHEN

STUDENTS TALKING UNDER BREATH,

THE NIGGA THAT EXPELLED ME

GOT CAUGHT FUCKING ON A DESK!!!

BUT LEROY COLEMAN

COULD NOT DESTROY THE GOLDEN

POETRY POSTING SELF APPOINTED

CHOSEN...FROM HOLDING

CLASS SESSIONS WHILE OUTTA SCHOOL,

NO DIPLOMA GRANTED,

YET IM STILL ONE OF THE STRONGEST

ON THE CAMPUS...

WHILE KEEPING MY VIEWS SLIGHTLY SLANTED.

NEW POETRY...I PRESENT...old flicks....

OLD FLICKS...by kingyoda/p.redclouds/ bishop g

IF YOU SNEAK INTO THE WALLET OF ASSASSINS...

CHANCES ARE..THERE MIGHT BE,

PICTURES OF A COUPLE SLIT THROATS..

A SHINY KNIFE OR 3,

THIS IS WORK...

NOT WHAT THEY DO IN THERE TIME PRIVATELY,

LIKELY

BECOME AGITATED

EXPLAINING THE PHOTOS

TO A NOSEY ASS WIFE TO BE...

LOOK BITCH..

I KILL FOR FOR BILLS,

NEVER WAS AT PEACE WITH A THEIF

I KILL...

SO I...

PREVENT THE STEAL

SIDE OF ME FROM CREEPING OUT,

WHEN DEEP IN DOUBT,

KILL MY INNER FEARFUL FIGHTER

WHO MIGHT CHOOSE THE WEAKER BOUT,

UNBALANCED...LIKE...

HEAD ON BED

AND FEET TOO COUCH,

ITS EASY AS FUCK FOR OTHERS

NOT TO TYPE THE DEEPER ROUTE,

NOT I...

SIR "SEEK TO HEAR THE TRUTH

AND WATCH LIES",

WHEN THE WATER SINKS

THEN THE ROCKS RISE...

5 DOLLAR THING AT WALMART,

I EARLIER FOUND POPEYE.

NEW POETRY!! TIS CALLED...WHAT CLASS????

What class?

By p.redclouds/ kingyoda

i was a language class hero,

headed out the negative

while aiming past zero...

if i try harder

and sacrafice more

could be a famous ass negro,

but on the holy trinity

thats not what im here 4,

i hear no...

relevant reasons

except money,

helping family and the hungry...

to place that pressure upon me,

cuz its already on me

and ya boy is broke,

got some sayings in the microwave

and boiling some quotes,

im a chef for the lesser known,

cooking up fresher poems,

some diction is good for nutrition

leave the rest alone,

god minded shine sean diamond

but im just flesh and bone,

when i die,

other side ask me

why was i resting long....

i hold a high position in other dimensions,

i know thats why my mission over here

causes tension,

a truth seeker,

all false beliefs on suspension,

fuck they class warfare and join me

in detention.

new poetry...poncho redclouds presents ..the shifts shift.

are you aware of the comet elenin?
my skin color is cosmic melanin
attached too a philosophical skelaton..
they say that its evidence
that the comets under intelligient control,
its headed for the globe, the residence we hold
who really knows
what will happen
but its best to
be in the know,
i can astral project
im connected with some souls,
with some effort we can all be
better off is what im told,
what kind of robes you wanna wear?
leopard print or gold...
men wanna wear wemon pants
definently bold,
at the same time sad as fuck
because they will drift,
further the fuck away
in the day of the great shift.