New poetry...Who Blew The Bulb

GROUND LEVEL CAMERAS SURROUND ME…

TO VIEW THE STEPS,

MY MISTAKES ON IMAX SCREENS

HOW MANY MOVIES LEFT?

ON THE LOW..MOST PRO LIFE PEOPLE 

WILL ROOT FOR DEATH, 

IM 2 ROOFS AWAY WITH A BREW 

BY A COMPUTER DESK,

SIPPING..TYPING DESCRIPTIONS PICTURING THE FREE FALL,

WAS JUST TRYNA GIVE THE PEOPLE AIR LIKE TOTAL RECALL,

REVIVE ERIC GARNER…TEACH MY KIDS 2 BE GARDENERS,

BENCH WARMER…NEVER GAVE A FUCK WHO THE STARTERS WAS,

WHEN ON THE FIELD I AIRED IT OUT LIKE A BRADY PASS,

YOU AINT TRYNA CATCH WHAT IM SAYING….

WITCHO SHADY ASS,

NIGGAZ QUICK TO BE LIKE “BRO….SUPPORT”,

I TURN AROUND AND SEE A MOE WITH SOME PORK…

YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP!

I STOP WRITING…START..

MIX POP WITH LIGHT AND DARK,

MIND OF AN EVOLVING REVOLVER 

6 SHOTS PROVIDE THE SPARK,

LOOKING FOR THEY LYRICS??

U MAY AS WELL BE IN A POOL

IN BLACK PEOPLE BACKYARD

TRYING TO FIND A SHARK!

MY TIME APART 

FROM MY RHYMING HEART WAS TORTURE,

GUANTANAMO BAY WATER BOARDED 

POTENTIAL SCORCHERS,

FROM 15OO MEGA PIXELS 

TO A PENCIL PORTRAIT,

MY CHAMPAGNE (SHAMPAIN)

WAS MISSING…SO TELL ThEM NIGGAZ CORK IT,

YODAS BACK!

OPPOSE IT? BROKEN BACK…BANE STYLE,

GOT THESE JOKERS NUMBERS BUT IM 

SOMETHING THAT THEY CANT DIAL,

FLOW LEAVING CHEMTRAILS

GOTTEM YELLING

THEY AINT CLOUDS,

HOW IM NOT SUPPOSED TO BLACK OUT…

YOU THINK I AINT PROUD?

New poem...The Dunbar paper

The Dunbar paper


Embalmed...
Past the point of cold hearted...
All organs removed
So unsoothing in the darkness,
One too many friendly butcher knifes
To the back of one who once
was so full of life
This is what he couldn't write,
And couldn't speak...but it kept his spirit wincing,
Clenching in pain drenched in the rain
The shame wrenching his brain
No comprehension for this childhood lynching
Hanging gasping as a man still no release
Of the tension,
What's the fucking fighting and writhing for?
Embrace the rope...let it and your kneck elope
Put an end to the joke,
Why the clinging to the meaningless...thoughtful things
Others never seemed to get
Short end of the stick forever deemed to pick,
And as the fingertips
Redeemed the gift
To write
The tree equipped
With me against
My life
Received the gift
Of sight...
To see me in the pain
Of ving rhames in rosewood,
The future paper needs the ink
To hurt soooo good.

sean

UNGODLY

UNGODLY...from brimstone county



Alphabetically inclined on my number shit….
So stay on your p"s or get the r.i"s in front of it,
u moving wild on your jungle shit
bundle clips that we are running and dumping wit…
on my 1500 hunnit shit
thumping sounding all loud and thunderous u dumb summabiyches better start thinking of something quick,,
Pump ya brakes or come equipped with something god approved…
no time for acting like a bitch
my nigga god a dude,

mahatmas ghandi moves, do it while I'm lacking food…tactically preach peace…only afterwards act a fool,
outwardly inciting outsiders to invite me in…
yo dumb ass need to learn how too like a friend!
instead of screaming no new....
You want your foes new?
U never wanted beef.,
you was born addicted to Tofu!!!

No poultry in in ya poetry I po a beat into a bowl and feed,.. SoThese are vocal groceries,
Ten folders fulla ambrosia to reload
That's food for the gods.......Hercules Cheetos
Power too make your power mines like Sylar from heroes...
Cloud 9 is six feet below
A 1500 state of mind….
Like 1500 fatal crimes to a satan mind...
It's sound good to bad
but sound bad to good
if PAC signed his soul to the devil that mean he back with suge ..
Kinda hard to look over like a backwards hood…
the shit get more confusing than a backwards hood,
That won't let the investors in…
Rob the blind and righteous to protect the sin…

And see that's y I be like fuck hector
Got a nigga in the pidgeon coop clucking playing checkers,
And fuck trapping Travis who use his talent to tip pills,
keep a jab of crack In little Travis big wheel,
His bitch baby mama claiming it ain't a big deal…
that's like a nigga doing life
saying its just steel ...
And concrete...but his mind free as African zebras,,
left out the part about the pack of ten cheetas..
who stay on the chase.,.escape is unlikely..
ungodly...
u won't find none like me!

OK...FINALLY NEW POETRY!!! I PRESENT... IS NOW THE FUTURE?

IS NOW THE FUTURE
by d. dunbar/ kingyoda/ bishop...poncho redclouds





reaching in
to call out...
a deep belief
in all doubt,
question every answer
to quickly given
from all mouth,
sure in my uncertainty...
its seeing a bunch of niggaz
who sing "i aint got no worries"
while in hell that burdens me,

trudge along..
asking for accidents
purposely,
headstart
condition the nurserys with absurditys,

how can niggaz think
thinking theoretically's negative?
even used the bible to conspire
will they let us live?

fed a steady dosage of spiritless nutritionless...
inject us then we pass it on
and make new intuition-less
kids...
devoid of prior place
or future fate...
who just wanna get on...

make songs..and grin in future face,






i want those teeth.

NEW LATE NIGHT POETRY! ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME.

  SPIRIT STEERING 
        by d.dunbar/ bishop g/ kingyoda


NO RESPECT FOR PRESENT PHYSICAL DIRECTIONS
YET IM SEARCHING FOR A WAY TO GO,
EVERYDAY I TAKE ONE MORE PILL..
THAN THE DAY BEFO(BEFORE),
ALWAYS TOOK INITIATIVE TO LEARN
WHAT THEY WAIT TO KNOW,
SURROUNDED BY SUICIDAL SEEDS
SEE...THEY HATE TO GROW,
SOME EQUATE WEALTH TO GROWTH...
ACQUISITIONS OF GUCCI BELTS WITH HOPE
AND NEVER DEALT WITH A OATH...
SOLEMNLY SWORE ON CHRIST'S WOUNDS,
TO NOT LIKE GOONS
WHO INCITE DOOM
ON A MASSIVE SCALE
AS FRIGHT BLOOMS,
AND HATE BLOSSOMS,
TIS THE SEASON FOR THE DEMON AGENDA
BORN STRONG BUT TOO WEAK TO REMEMBER,
SO THEY TREND FOLLOW...
DO WHAT THOU WILT 
BUT SIN LEADS TO SORROWS OF TOMORROW 
SELLING SOULS 
THAT YOU CANT BORROW
BACK ONCE YOU DONT POSSESS...
PROTECT YOUR VESSEL'S GUIDE,
WHATS DONE IN A DARK AMUSEMENT PARK
ON THAT SPECIAL RIDE,
CATCHES UP TO YOU IN THE LIGHT..
SO WHO YOU RIDING WITH?
HELL IS SIDE ON THE ROAD
IF YOU DECIDE TO DRIFT,


DRIVE MUTHAFUCKA!

MORE POETRY...RIDE THE REDLINE

RIDE THE RED LINE
by kingyoda/bishop g/ d.dunbar




I KNOW NO MAN IS AN ISLAND...
BUT SOME AINT EVEN BLOCKS,
ARREST THEY OWN DEVELOPMENT
AND THEY AINT EVEN COPS,
MY AGE IS 3 DECADES...
IM LESS PAID THAN MOST,
BUT IM SPIRITUALLY LUXURIOUS
GLORIOUS WITH THE QUOTES,
IM WARRIOR FOR HOPE...
EVEN THOUGH TATTED WITH HOPELESS,
A LONG SLEEVE OVER THAT
HOPEING YOU DIDNT NOTICE
AS I VOCALLY TRY TO FOCUS
AND COACH THEM TO THE BRIGHTSIDE,
EVERYDAY AINT ALWAYS BRIGHT...
YOU THINK THE NIGHT DIED?
LEFT THINKING RIGHT DIED...
BLIND THINKING SIGHT DIED..
THOSE WITHOUT A OUNCE OF AGGRESSION'
BE THINKING FIGHT DIED,
IF YOU CAN STAND
AND MAKE IT TO BASE...
MY NIGGA WHY SLIDE?
BASEBALL ANALOGIES TO EXPLAIN
MY SIDE,
OR CURRENT TRAIN OF THOUGHT
TO LIFES GAMES,
DONT TAKE IT SERIOUS
AND DON CORNELIOS YOUR BRAIN,
KEEP YOUR SOULS TRAIN ON TRACK
BE A BETTER CONDUCTOR,


I FUCKED UP
CUZ DONT TO MUCH RHYME WITH CONDUCTOR.

NEW MIDNIGHT POETRY...RAP...3/1/12

WHO'S PLAYING FLUTE?
by kingyoda/ d.dunbar


I WAS WAITING TIL MARCH
TO START
A POETRY MARCHING BAND
ART SPARKED
EXTENDING ARMS AND HANDS,
A NEW WHITNEY HOUSTON SCAR
ON MY HEART... GODDAMN,
DEMONS PROSPERING
ANGELS DYING
BUT THATS PART OF THE PLAN?
I CALL IT FOOLS LOGIC
WHO"S DEPOSIT WAS THAT,
YOU DO GOOD IN SCHOOLS AND COLLEGE
JOBS AINT CALLIN YOU BACK...
ON TOP OF THAT...
ON TOP OF THAT WE AT THE BOTTOM,
NIGGAS WILL PROBLY SAY SPEAK FO YASELF..
OK..ME AT THE BOTTOM,
BUT THAT SEPERATION
DEEPENS THE PROBLEM,
ISOLATION WILL HAVE YOU SAYING
PILLS AND WEED IS GON SOLVEM,..
CALL OF DUTY CALLING ME AT THE MOMENT
SO LET ME END THIS...
OR LET ONE MY FELLOW POETS
END IT FROM MY FRIENDS LIST

LATE NIGHT SPEED TYPE RHYMING.

Y.W.M.

WATCHING
NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD,
NASTY HYPES GIVING HEAD,
PLASTIC PIPES IN A SHED,
NEVER ASK TWICE...
ITS A SIN TO BEG,
MAKE THE BODY DO
WHATS IN YOUR HEAD...
OR LET THE WHOLE CITY DOWN
BRANDON ROY INJURED LEG,
BLOG...AND POEM POSTER,
UP AND DOWN KNOWN COASTER,
NEVER THROW STONES
AT THE SLING SHOT TEAMS COACHER,
HOPER FOR THE BETTER THINGS,
BUT WITNESS TOO THE WORST,
HARD TO KEEP A FREE MIND
WHILE THERE IMPRISONING THE EARTH,
ITS A START...
LIKE STRIPPERS STRIPPING WHILE LISTENING TO CHURCH,
WITH INTENTIONS ON TIPPIN FOR SCRIPTURES
WHATS THE PICTURE WORTH...
FUCK A COVER OF THE BOOK JUDGER,
THEY SAY HATERS ARE JUST MISUNDERSTOOD LOVERS




YEAH WHATTEVER MUTHAFUCKA.

OTAYYYYY...NEW LATENIGHT PAIN!!!

WAIT...MY CORD
BY D.DUNBAR/ BISHOP G/ KINGYODA






I PONDER...
MOOD SOMBER...
MY MOMMA IN MONTGOMERY,
WONDER BOUT THE ONES
WHO"VE RECENTLY
WENT UNDERNEATH,
I MEAN...
THE ONES WHO RECENTLY
ROSE ABOVE THIS,,
OUT OF BODY
NO MORE BILLS
AND FAKE LOVE SHIT,
4 MORE PILLS
AND ILL FEEL
A LITTLE CLOSER,
I UNDERSTAND THAT WE ALL
SUPPOSE TA...
THINK OF THOSE WHO HOLD YA...
AND HELD YOU
BEFORE DRASTIC MOVES ARE MADE...
WHO NOTIFIES YOU WHEN YOUR DUES ARE PAID?
IM LEARNING FROM THE
SCHOOL OF GRAVES...
IT DONT MATTER IF YOU
PUNK, PUSSY, FOOL OR BRAVE
OR BRUISED AS SLAVES,
YOU LIVE...AND GIVE IT YOUR ALL
BUT WHAT YOU GAVE...
DONT MEAN SHIT ACCORDING TOO
CHRISTIANS IF YOU AINT SAVED,
THATS MIND BOGGLING
FOR THOSE PRAYING TO BE SAVED
FROM THIS CRAZED MAZE
TRYING NOT TO RAISE HELL
WHILE PRAISING
THE LORD,
THOUGH SURELY MUCH MORE MUST BE ENDURED,
MY BATTERY"S LOW
AND HOPES THIEF IS TAKING MY CORD...

UNPLUG THAT SHIT THEN!