Poetry is named after. . .

Poe- the master of delirious conspiracy,
Serious to the regency of mysterious agency,
Plagiarize envy against popular tell tales of the guy,
Who’d die for words he wrote down on paper and I’d
die to read them, to feed them into cerebellums of the century,
Without proper props they’d forget to mention me, school code
of conduct would detention me for open minded admission see –
I’ve let in a world of trouble, world of hate doubled, world of
art speech bubbled without hurting any two that are coupled,
Gin and rye, whisky high five with my buddy drinking on a high rise,
Open mind, tan our eyes until we’re blind. I feel just fine,
Sign my name to a royalty contracted that I didn’t even know was mine.
He did it too, so I guess we’re in this together, two weeks later get
a letter saying that the mortgage doubled over for the better but as
long as I have my writing I’m still a trendsetter.


Poetry is named after. . .

The future of the revolution, the future verbal Constitution,
and the further upholding of peace and the dilution,
Integration with the world is just called cold fusion,
Who am I losin’? The world? We’re in last because
we’re choosin’. Two shots up, sober down to the ground,
Poe and I call it boozin’. I rip his first manuscript apart and
he’s fumin!
Hit the sides a nd make the abroad study wide. We are the
new generation and we're here to fight.


Poetry is named after. . .

Notorious crimes, forensic mimes, in these
foren-sick times, with my own two eyes I spy.
Poe with me and he’s got my back, got the slack,
can’t hear his voice, but he’s auto orally on this track.

i think of the damn car alarm thing every time i hear a damn alarm now lol, it kinda entertains me now lol

lol god i cant stand that show yet its fun to watch. im sure there will be another 1

super bad lol great movie

dude, love the show, makes me wanna go out and try it, hell i probly will now.

i dont think he will do it all, it is a fed charge but money talks in manny ways, plus im sure he will get in good with the guards

donno if this counts as a poem but helped a friend put it together for his wife to be


My wife helps me; Why?
To read between the lines,
leading a healthy life,
She could've let me die,
Instead; She accepts me...I,
Am grateful; Getting rid of the pain,
The disdain and pride,
She's an angel tamed, disguised;

But her love gives it away,
I'm so thankful, tried...
To see her beauty,
And to this day, I cry
The tears seap from the
Pathways, inside..
But our fate, is
In my heart, engraved;
Are eyes
I tend to see the ways and the greyest skies
The rates of hate, and your sacred strides
To keep us together,
Lowest days, your highs

I see your beauty
More clearly, more patient, I..
Love you
These mere phrases,
Are a page in my,
Heart....My book, our lives,
My Eyes,
And your heart was always there,
Apart, subscribed.

that was deep, nice, see if i can come up with something like this

awww, yea i got a sweet side to lol, thank you

i gave her a beautiful bouquet of,
poetry.
and she managed to take each word
and carefully,
meticulously,
throw every word back down my throat
until i was convicted
of putting words in my own mouth

love her

i painted her name amongst the stars
in the most beautiful calligraphy.
held her hand when she fell,
and let her go when I stumbled.
and carefully,
slowly,
she ignored my enigmatic portrait,
and kept her hands too busy for me,
free of tax

love her

i read psalms to her palms,
breathing in every smile she evoked
singing her heart into a love blessed slumber
and carefully,
anxiously,
she sang along with her headphones
while i read to her,
and read ‘i love you’ notes from other brothers,
to ignore my melodic singing,
pretending to sleep, until i left her

love her

but now i’ve left.
i’ve packed my bags
well…bag,
and headed down an familiar rode
that hasn’t greeted me so openly
for quite some time.
i’m hurt, betrayed, lost…
yet excited.

loved her


i figured i would try to switch up the style, maby i should stick to the freestyles, dont think ima poet lol

Wicked water, Deep Forcing sleep
Winding whirlpools,Far to steep.
Venture further, death will be swift.
Monstrous weather leave you a-drift.
Curiosity gets the best, every time.
Informital signs, to be seen, but so blind.
Staring into the Eyes of the Blue.
Deepness indulges not me but you.
Come closer, I will show you the way.
Dip and sway, mindlessly digest my prey.
I eat that of bravery, i swallow pride whole.
Testing the depths is pay for me, its your toll.
Without sympathy, missing care, feel my wrath.
I'll end that of life, with one last effective bath.
Taste the bitter, animal ways consistant wave.
Wood, flesh, and steel, floor of the blue, i pave.
I throw warning Red Skys for ships to see.
Upon morning, non abiders i donate to the sea.
I am the Bermuda, detectives will not solve.
When temped the triangle is where anger evolves.

i dont like that set up, im going back to the bars version, change it up a bit and start throwin punchlines "metaphores"


i'm a Holy Sample, God's presence in my soul is ample
i A-town stomp across water with Moses sandles
get blown to shambles wit lyrical roman candles
i control and handle the Sun light like solar panels
my mind'll swallow its energy with higher folicle density
i'm an extra terrestrial biological entity
aquire knowledge of centuries to fry ya molecules mentally
telekinetikally demolishin diabolical enemies
reducin them to nothin more than psychological memories
my science towers wit giants power and iron solid identity
polish up my rifle, hidin out at the embassy
the brightest scholars in chemistry try to bottle a remedy
the most volatile virus? my scribin models the tendencies
Holocaust-Jihad/ spite the God there's a penalty
i'll prolly be committed for righteous logical felonies

nice

im illmatic, the flow is like a gun.......automatic, my skill is the path of a situation that is tragic.......to Mc's that lack knowledge but i acknowledge their will cuss when i spill this thrill's like a shot of adrenaline, i fill my philosophy into feeble domes, i explode and form lyrical storms that leave your body torn, metaphorical text is born ( my rhymes are the roses the words are the thorns ) the dark ages living in the dungeon underground, ghost writers lurk hunting down verses my mind hurts i take a journey inmind and music is birthed, im deep down earth my abstract mind is shadows of a nation thats cursed, i flip scriptures threw your turf, its my burning nature to destroy and rebuild , revolution is born threw the voice of the genuine

o god lol look what i have created, glad u guys are having fun with it.

look im not much of a thug
but ido stunt in lugz
1 wheel on the bike, ppl thnkin im crazy n on drugs
got your girlfriend showen the jugs
if a dude act up i put some fist through his mug
give his gf's arm a lil tug
by the end of the night ima be gettin some hugs
under the bed sheets or on top of the rug
if u want it u get it
if i talk it i did it
if i spit it ill rip it
**** can burn so bad
like a round from a mag
catch up to ya later like a turbo with lagg
leave u wrapped in a glad wrap trash bag

that sht was confusing lol but nice.

i guess no 1 else wants to give it a try

my flows are hypnotic
mixed with pyro seens and aquatics
bursts of verbs that collect together like chronic
leave you twisted and lifted like tonic
how ironic
words to excessive leave u hooked on phonics
bylangual speakin english and ebonics
****in your self like u got a colonic
and rippin through so fast people mistake u for sonic

UFC= dana white "so you wanna be a fukn cage fighter"

WWE= "DAMN"

lol o yea, love it

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
fuzzy wuzzy was on welfair
but fuzzy wuzzy didnt care
cuzz fuzzy wuzzy had some hair,

there ya go lol

anyone wanna do it, throw um down, u wanna battle, works 2 lol, lets have some fun

i can rip through rhymes
lines at a time
like a knife through slime
make dimes off my lyrical mind
get hit with massive fines
for my sykopathic crimes
but my brain still winds
one after another
the papers smotherd
o brother
flows funny as chris tucker
and so hot i get girls to lick the sucker
im gangstar motha fuka
keep the heat tucked under
static cause havic and watch it uncover
start to sputter
leave ya on the ground time to suffer
catch me in the hood out near the gutter
meltin rounds like butter
tiger woods style, swinging at ya with a putter
not realy tho baby im a LOVER

lol a lil somethen for ya

o god lol, lets have a freestyle battle/ freestyles , gangstars, everyone say I if your down, or ill open a thread for freestyling.

lol. big john is gone, it sucks but u have to move on somnetime. what u guys think about the fight night comeing up, swick vs burkman? iv missed swick, id say hes one of my top 10 fighters, respectable and a decent fight. i met up with him when they were in columbus cool guy. Im pickin him for the win. also there is Thiago Tavares fighting on that card, but best of all, the monster is coming back to the ufc, Vitor Bellfort, love that guy, bad ass fighter. he wants to fight tito for a winner gets all loser gets none and hes going after rampage