Well glad you dropped in now lets see you sin,,

Take your hand down, and move your groove around,

lets hear your words, your sweet Love or your RAGE,

cause this here place,,is YOUR PAGE!!!!!

Epiphany time.

I wrote the little insignificant verse on this thread, which regales of a rapper mooning a girl.

I am not a racist, but this image conjured, begs for an answer to a racist-sounding, but not really at all racist question.

When an African-American person moons someone... erm, the pastiness of the moon is amiss.

It's more like "Dark Side of the Moon", from all sides. "There is no dark side of the Moon... as a matter of fact, it's all dark." This is what Pink Floyd had to say about that.

Hm. Heavy, mon.

The One

Sweat pounds my flesh
and empties my soul
as this invitation
to recite my imagination
takes its toll

Clear thoughts
drift and then taper
as word after word
form lines
akin to a poisonous vapor
an analogical prose
meant to inspire
the fire
of those
who read
and then reap
the sensation
of inspiration
from the words
that are heard
even in the depths of sleep

Dream On

My humbled hands
left the paper tatted
with an intricate weave of thoughts
that created poetic addicts

The pen bleeds
chaotic strokes
of black ink
as you rise
with each word
the deeper you sink
I am the paradigm
between
real and unreal
where you see what you read
and read
what you feel

Dream On

I engrave
my rage
on every stone turned
hotter than fire
yet I do not burn

I manipulate words
to twist souls
engage minds
and unwind
the twine
that's keeps you whole
I am the light
that brings levity
to dark
transforming the written word
into a work of art

And in the end
I choose to be free
we are
One poet
One voice
One mind
One light
and mankind
you may be the man
but I’m strong enough
to be me


I had to write something

Sorry...old school jumped out.

Juggerdike, acting
popping mints.
Gotta the smell
of fish, on ya lips.

Looking 4 ya
next babysitter.
By the way?
How's the babies daddy.
Bush, or Mitt Romney

Trying to tell someone else
to get get bent.
Stfu...sit back an let me teach U.
It's your own life.
Take responsibility 4 your own actions.
Ya life is what it is
Ya simple popcorn princess.

Now all ya want 2B b#tches & thugz
Throw ya hands up.
Wave them N the air
like U just don't care.
The old school in me
has just come out.
BFD....

So there U-R, popcorn princess.
Once again on ya brickberry.
Trying 2 be cute
like Brittany Spears on crack.

Hanging ya self with
Each N every word.
Trying to spit out WORDS
with No Real street
they only choke U up....
It is what it is....

So ya ex man played U
Treated like a backup booty call.
Advertising ya batcave
while searching 4 Bruce Wayne.
Dancing like a British gypsy.
Hooked on meth, or caine.

Gotcha....
Cruizing on daz streets
with ya heartbroken posse.
Ya minds stuck in reverse
while trying 2 play the game scrabble.

It's just me.... waving a word gat.
A true old school foot solider
with my colors still on....

Now simply stfu...
Ya been buried face down.
Don't even try 2 look up...
No love here 4 ya....
2 even B found.
If you have any complaints
Take'em up with ya babies daddy....

Here's a little wisdom.
U have so much anger
I doubt if U hear it....

Never let a man be the creator of
who U are, or your life.....

What you think Im scorned
Over a tiny little thorn
A guy who think he got me
Aint nothin but a Bitzch

I move on with my life
But dont think it gonna stop me
Cuz when it comes to my revenge
Aint nobody gonna lock me
Down.

Everyone a soldier
In their own right
We just dont push our problems
Out into the light
Instead we put our fists up
So who wants to fight

Anger is emotion
Widely accepted
Abuse is so common
But i just reject it

I slam down
Like a neighborhood clown
Scaring even adults
when im walking around

As far as being gay
I can say no way
I only like my man
And he's here to stay
No one else will please me
the way that he do

So to all the other
men out there I say Phuc You.

So here we R... again
Don't forget the toilet paper.
2 wipe ya mouth
Cause Ya still talking Sh#t.
Diarrhea of the mouth
Talking deleterious
While trying 2
Figure out....
The meaning of ya life.
I can't take U serious.

Like a drunk prom queen
Vomiting up
all over herself
A side show fatuous
Yet again....
Don't play want 2B.
While, talking smack
from the side of your neck.


Gangster hoody,
2 smooth.... 4 ya mind.
Got me.... wasting my time.
Playing jump rope
with some broke back kitty.
Quiet ninja attacks
2nd degree ludicrous
Verbal drive-by sessions.
A ghetto conference call
Of very simple street lessons.

Tell U what, I'll help U out.
I'll B Ya own personal eminem.
Packed with mental ammunition
A manchurian candidate
Aggregated one man assassin
With duplicity in the wind.
Firing straight up words at U.
Gotcha subconsciously besieged
Bowing down on ya knees.
Bagging 4 mercy....


I'm sorry... did I say it 2 fast.
I'll say backwards if I must.
I hear ya kind of slow
Idiosyncrasy a mouth-less rigorous puppet
Sorry, did I hear U choke.
Want 2B cubical Cinderella.

Plastic Barbie,
Put the bag over ya head
And walk back down the street slowly.
Acting like Tammie Wynant
Trying to stand by her man.

Put it 2U street wise, maybe ya
can slowly understand.
Here's... a little... tidbit....
4 the mentally clueless...
He's most likely a player.
Just like a Borg
He's gotcha already assimilated.

So shake ya first
2 the air....
With that manic depression
Split personality of bi-polarism.
And Hang on 2 that Player
Ya call your man...
And I'll quietly
Step...Back into the wind
once again....

HELLO MINGLE....wow you folks have surprised me here,,I KNOW my people here and some who NEVER write poems,,have written here,,and THAT is just so COOL,,to find talkin shizzt works with many here..

I've read many in this thread that make ME FEEL,,their hearts and minds,,and THAT is also just freakin fuuken flippen,,,the three F's,
lol,,HEY,,,STFU,,,,lol,,,<---if THAT works then the three F's work,,,I acturally MISS seeing those letters here,,a first frien to me here The Bad Guy,,used STFU on a tennis ball as his pic here on post,,and we shared MANY cool nights in laughing tears back then..

I just wanted to thank all of you for SHOWING us some OF YOU HERE..

We talk and speak little in the forums and we say small phrases to some poems,, but to be able to VENT,,or to express your feelings in YOUR CHOICE of wording,,,is to know each person a little bit more.

SO back at the rap and tap,,,and shoot your ol'lady and stab your MAN,,,,lol,,

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!!!!

Cubical Cinderella?
You dont know me fella
I am the Queen
I come across mean
But deep down inside
Im sweet like jelly beans

As for my man
I wouldnt go there
If ever seen his face
You wouldn't dare
He's the king of my world
And the peace in my heart
Your silly spat
Couldn't tear us apart

Prom Queen Hmmm
That dont sound right either
Your blood just boiling
Cuz my statements seether
Dont be a hater
Are you afraid of rejection
You so old school
Cant feel an erection

My talents so deep
And my heart
You cant touch
When it comes to words
You dont say much

You dont even rhyme
If I must say out loud
Its unfortunate enough
You have to bore this great crowd.

Don't be getsin up here in my face,
damn it girl ya knows I'll put you in yo-ho's place.
you says you think you sweet deep-down inside,
well baby girl,how da-hell-ya you know dat, you so wide.
hell you might have a twin sister in dare which-u to hide.
You ain't got no body, shizzts you ain't GOT NO POTTY.
All you be gotten, is age and rotten.
I bet you be better lookin, walkin fast I mean cookin.
Then your pain wouldn't be such a drain,
I think yo hole familys insane.
what about yo's Uncle Bills,
that goofey fuken fool, tried to OD on Birth control pills.
and your sister sally, tried sayin she was from the valley.
yo,,her slang didn't fit, with whus up cuz, totally UNCOOL FOOL!
And whats da hell yo daddy in prison fo,
doin a damn dime,when he's only got a Nickle...
lmao,,U a QUEEN,,,,oh dat be funny honey,
U be da queen of dem, on-dare-backs, back-alley cats..
and what about yo momma, her gummy-bear smile, and cap on her head,
shinnin dem windows to her her bread.
don't bes a gettin up in my face,,
cause U's ain't notin, but a wanna be ME,,
and from wat U be sayin, YOU AIN'T GOT NO-CASE!
but yous need a case of fuken shampoo, wash dat nappy head,
shizzt hell wit DAT,,,ain't no helpin da dead...
Cinderella,,ha ha,,U be return to cinder-hell-ya!!!!!

Great stuff guys!

well come on in MG,,,and we's show ya who's the MC,,
lay out your stuff, and we's not be to ruff.
lets here yo rage,bottled in yo cage.
step on up and out,,give us yo best shout..
just don't be dampen des pages as U weep,
when yous fail, there ain't no jail,
its like well,,hell,,,,dong that bell...

say thanks thanks Terry
don't mind if I do
see the Detroit boys
they give me the blues
run around shoutin
homes be a doubtin
say the big guys
them's the player
I say again
it's another layer
to deep to deep
to head in there
got ta watch yo back
got ta light yo flair
big momma lays down
the truth to us all
don't craw don't you run
can't ever be small

the streets be tough
you can't always be kind
tell em pass this way
your a friend of mine
yep the heavenly father
he sees all you need
he hears your cries
he sees you bleed
so get up get to it
and see that it's true
no harm to you brother
cause this bro loves you
we'll walk through this life
but not undercover
yo it's as plain as the day
yet to discover
so walk through this valley
don't give it a fright
cause peace be with you
it's time to be light

peace up

Im not no cinderella
But you can be my Cinderfella
Lame asz actors
With lame asz laughters

Old school flicks
You probably remember
Cuz you're so old
Your car had metal fenders

What that on your head
You lost all your hair
Your fake azs ryhmes
You call that your flare

Please with your filthy mouth
Swearing up a storm
Acting all tough
Like for you it's the norm

We know it aint true
No matter how hard you act
You're still just a sweetie
And you know that's a fact

What do my wondering eyes do I see
to squirrely *** nuts
picking on a lone girl in front of me?
Its two on one
What the hell yall are supposed to be men
but here we go talkin back and forth
like a couple old roosters
clucken at the same hen
I just cant sit around and watch
so sorry to you why not come at me
for a little of round two
I wont drop names
of those who sell raps
but i will show you up
both you sorry old chaps
dont even try to come back
dont try to keep up
you might just have a stroke
give up now before you just choke
my wordplay can be deadly
and down right mean
so dont pick a fight
two knights on one queen
cause i see that and the kid gloves come off
ill fight it out like jack dempsey
my words make you cough
blood fills your lungs as my words hit like hammers
just call me bubba and grab onto my belt loop
cause your in my slammer. >=3

One has to be gone before they been here.
see I was born to be, but never could see.
I just wanted a dad like every other boy,
and all I got was a drunk who smacked me like a toy.
He got me a puppy when I was about five,
it got hit by a car, but it just yelped and didn't die,
so that drunken man, put a hammer in his hand,
and beat it in the head, until it was dead,
thats a picture I can still see clear in my head.
he and my mom use to play hide and seek,
when the lights went out, they both started to shout.
I'll kill you, you son-of- a-Bittch,
YOUR PLAY HELL, I'LL BURY YOU IN A DITCH,
home sweet home, was all my fame,
dodging his fists was my kids game.
me and my fello brothers, the roaches and mice,
they were the ones who really were nice.
fukked-up life, mom chasing dad with a butcher knife.
been so poor never had a bite to eat,
but we never had to sleep on the street.
grew-up quick, I became will slick,
he got old, and I got bold.
never did fight as men,just a waste of my time to do,,,,Then.
life rolls on, we go forward, no-matter whats left torn.
God made us to live through Hell,,,
just so we can have, some great stories to tell.

What do I hear.
A Brokeback mountain
version of Vanilla ice
Wants 2-B heard.
2 rescue clueless Barbie
Fake damsel in distress.
When she started the riot
But set herself
on fire instead.
So here...once again...a tibbit
of news...4 U.
It's obvious she's
got a bigger pair then U.
So slide ya, no account
British a$$, back under
Queen elizabeth dress.
With ya pinky held high
in the air....4 distress.
It's time 4 ah spot of tea
U declare....
It's obvious ya, Queen elizabeth
favorite Backstreet Boy b#tch.
Trying to play thug
Will only leave U mentally hurt.
So, here I was about 2 be silent
again, N let Barbie speak her peace.
But the rage of the riot
Is heard loud in the air....

Oh whats this
you feelin butt hurt?
cant take a diss
im freakin half stoned
Was there something to miss
not my fault your rhythms just boned
your skills are sub par
just like rule thirty four
Jesus christ its a lion get in the car
comparing yourself to a big name
while trying to come at me and make me look lame
my word play is hotter than a melting pot
with a sticky hot meter that you just aint got
Jolly ol england got nothing to with me
on the streets of brotherly love is right where i be
not a brit or even european
blinded by my greatness is all that im seein
you cant catch my style or even a good cold
trying to come with words at me like your so bold
the words suround my foes 100% humidity
I steal their breath and their heart
then they try to come follow me
to think you do as they do and you be like they are
just try to be like me and i know youll go far
So just keep your mouth runnin
ill watch from my rear view mirror
everyone sees me steadily stunning
the look on your face couldn't be clearer
My web is spun to catch haters
leaving them stuck to be cooked like hot taters
its okay my style is unique
just like these blue eyes
none can stand up to my amazing physique
any way right now i must go
as for your all i gotta say
"cool story bro"

Impervious to ya weakness
Ya 2 high from
fumes beneath
Queen Elizabeths dress.
Licking her stuff
at her every...whelm.
Maybe prince charles
has U bent over behind
the royal throne....
Ya spitten out school boy rhymes
at ya very best.
Sounding like
Napoleon dynamite on
ecstasy, or meth.
Ya just a cub wet behind the ears.
being raped by
the antisocial network downstairs.
U have 2-B truly down
from the street 2 bring it
2 me. Although ya know,
ya would make a cute
street walking prostitute.
Ya trying to throw up
glass spider webs.
I'll crush U like
the insect that U truly R.
Ya just 2 high from
Elizabeths old snatch N old drawers.
Caught up in a labyrinth
from smoken all that crack.
So, please come back when
U grow a pair little cub.
Oh, and here's a hanky
2 dry away all ya tears.....

Sorry to disappoint
I already passed the joint
your vocabulary is far to amateur to best me
must because your best parts ran down past moms left knee
I guess a nursery rhyme is to much for you
when someone comes out like Shakespeare
probably never even heard of taming the shrew
your response seems to be a little dyslexic
I can see your frustration and the nervous tic
Compare me to royalty I'll take that as a complement
I am on top and right in my element
Calling it simple when you cant see the complexity
What you thought you could get next to me
Your as soft as a banana split
heres you hanky back I only wiped my A$$ with it
You keep putting me with her you must be silly
feeling a little jealous just maybe?
I can go all day night and month with this
there isnt one i havent heard no joke or diss
my skill keeps on in constant evolution
your ***** dated back to the french revolution
while it has been fun i must digress
its a little to simple like a fools mate in chess.
it was over long before it started
the ish talkings done and your last bit just farted
Smoke is clearing and its no longer to foggy
come at me again next time you feel froggy.

Poor little crack baby
all grown up....
The only smoke ya
seem 2-B blowen.
Is the up ya own a$$.
Hand the hanky 2 ya partner.
And let him blow away his blues.
Ya a self consuming word receptacle.
Arrested & Handcuffed
4 masturbating on ya self.
Ya perved out the school yards
So ya got a 2yr prison stretch.
Cut down to 1yr
Ya turned over ya own partners
while still wearing ya dress.
While N prison ya
were taught how 2 hit
the high notes.
Wore ya soap like a bracelet.
Still it didn't help U much.
Now ya roam the net
with a little animosity.
Seeking helpbooks on
virtue and self proclaimed peace.
Confusing alcohol labels for shakespear themes
Tampon commercial 4 Lady Macbeth.
Crackout, passing the pipe.
Confusing I love Lucy as a
conspiracy theory special.
Loquaciously choken on ya
own chicken bone ego & self righteousness.
Meth invaded ya brain so
Ya thought the french revolution
was a Disney park family vacation.
I guess U confused playing chess
with playing with yourself.
Like Madame butterfly U
Metamorphosed..... into evening attire.
A cute male prostitute
back on the streets.
As the Energizer bunny
on a skateboard
working them all day long.....