Tuesday, September 27, 2011

NEW LATENIGHT POETRY...A CLOUDS THOUGHT



A CLOUDS THOUGHT...

by poncho redclouds/kingyoda/bishop g



I NARRATE FOR LOSERS

SHARE THE FATE OF ABUSERS,

EYES LOW..BURNING..NO SLEEP

I ENVY SNOOZERS,

FEEL LIKE I BEEN IN SOME DUELS

BEFORE I KNEW WHAT THE RULES WAS...

I WAS TAKING 15 STEPS...

GOT LEFT LAYING IN A POOL OF BLOOD...

SUPPOSED TO TOOK TEN,

IS THERE A HEAVEN FOR A G?

IF GODS OVERLOOK SIN..

BUT IF NOT...DEEDS PLACED ON THE SCALE,

FAST LIFE SPEED'S PLACE YOU IN HELL,

AS I CONVERT FROM KINGYODA MODE

TO REDCLOUDS,

SURVEYING LIFE IN DISGUST

WATCHING FROM WHERE THE DEAD BROWSE,

TIME TOO SPEAK UP

ON PATHS WE SHOULD HEAD DOWN...

WHY DO SOME SHIT THATS GON

HAVE YOU PUTTING YO HEAD DOWN?

THIS IS THE PRECIPICE

OF DEADLINESS

WHETHER ITS WEATHER SHIT

OR NIGGAS WHO SPECIALISE

IN WRECKLESS CARELESSNESS,

NO TIME TOO BE pussy

OR "NO HOMO" MEASURE DICKS,

WE CANT WIN IF "WEEEE" FIGHT...

ARE YOU AWARE OF THIS?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

NEW POETRY! I PRESENT...THE PONCHO REDCLOUDS INTRO...




PONCHO REDCLOUDS INTRO...

.by d.dunbar/kingyoda/poncho redclouds




NEXT PICTURE PLEASE...

QUIT TRYNA FOCUS ON MY ACTIONS

AND IGNORE YOURS...

YOU MRS BITCH "VICTOR ORTIZ",

IF THIS WAR

BLEEDING IS LEAST OF ME WORRIES...

ILL SUCCEED WHILE ADDING THINGS TO THE STORY

OF PART 2 TOO GLORY,

OH MY LORD...

WHATS IN STORE CAN CAUSE TREMBLING

DARKER DAYS PHASE ENTERING

PSYCHIC ATTACKS...INJURE THE INNER GENTLEMEN

SIMMERING BEAST EMERGING..

HIT THE SURFACE DIRTY,

CANT CLEAN IT WITH THE BLOOD OF JESUS DETERGENT,

SHATON'S PERFUME IS IN THEE AIR...

USED TOO THUMP OVER BUMPS..

BUT NOW THEY SHOOT YOU OVER A STARE,

MASSIVE ACTIONS HAPPENING

WHERE A FEW WILL BE SPARED,

REMAINING MAJORITY

TRIBULATIONS...I HOPE YOU SCARED,

THATS SOMETHING FOR THESE KILLERS TOO FEAR

BECAUSE THEY CLEARLY...

OUTTA FUCKING CONTROL

MAKING THE GLOBES SOUL DREARY,

MY CLOTHES WEAR ME...

AND MY SHOES CRY FOR MY FEET,

MY INSIGHT

ABOUT MY

OUTLOOK

IS A BEAT...



CAN YOU FLOW TOO IT???

Sunday, September 11, 2011

FOR NO REASON....RHYMING.




FEEEEEEASE


I STOPPED WRITING...
KEPT RAINING, BUT STOPPED THE LIGHTNING,
SOMETHING SEEMED AMISSED...
CROSS CRISSED...RIPPED FROM
LIFE ...RIGHT WHEN
MY GRINS
WERE JUST BEGINNING...
TEARS RETURNED BACKSPINNING
PRACTICING NEW MOVES
SENDING
SMILE FLEEING...
NOW FROWNS SINGING
LOUDER THAN EVER,
LEGENDARILY DEPPRESSED
SO STRESSED...IM LIKE
EVERY SAD WORD IN THE DICTIONARY
GATHERED TOGETHER,
AGREEING THAT THEY WILL ALL
NOW JUST BE CALLED SEAN...
CLEVER
' NOTHING BOY...
ANSWER AND QUESTION WRAPPED IN ONE,
DISTURBED BY THE PROVERBS
OF GODS WORDS AND SON,
I JUST WANT TOO SLEEP
OR EXIST TOO CEASE...
BEAST MIXED WITH PEACE
SKIP THIS SHIT
IM FINNA....FEEEEEASE...



FUCK IS HE TALKIN BOUT.