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Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
It amazes me how some people are able to make their bodies move,
And how they work countless hours in an empty studio to try and improve.
Use It For ... " Your Music " ...
Use It For ... " Your Verse " ...
Use It To EXPRESS What Makes You HURT ... !!!
Use It YES ... To Write Poems ...
But DON'T ABUSE It When You Use Your Pen ... !!!
Is Poetry ... DEAD ... !?!
Well NOT According To CERTAIN Heads ... !!!
Gimmicks.
Gimmicks
give me kicks
like
treats and tricks.
Gimmicks
give me name a face
and
me butt a place.
Gimmicks
give me eyes looks
I'm caught between a rock and a hard place
Praying but searching for an answer is a race
What path do I choose or which do I take
Time flys by and my decision I must make
Do I follow my dreams and see where it leads
Like summer cockroaches
they come out hot & defiant -
scattering swiftly in all directions.
Breaking free
from decency
I’ve always liked that sense of style
With the chains
And the blood
The gore and the bats and the spiders
Did you see the Fire dancing light likeSunbeams and ants we All are taken little by Little did we Know that everything happens For a reason you doNot remember Those icy frozen days and
Do you or I find literature difficult
to read, or write, extract a verse or two?
A poem by meter, to cause a stumble upon style.
Where o’ where doth the rhythm peak.
An anapest followed by dactyl treat.
Twas never a Sight such as this -
Orange - Autismal Veils -
A Royalty and Wanderer -
Falls, but does it Fail?
The Viceroy does but not Contend
Mimic all but the Name -
Subordinate Species is but
in white she was to be in
in a different place
eighteen of the ninth
month it was to be
white as an angel she was
having papers of white
time took its time
Of all the things my life has led to
I never would have guessed it would lead to you
I was inexperienced quite,
You may have it all,
With your lovely eyes and bashful
smile,
But all of you won't matter in a while.
I've given in to the greater good,
And it's time to let it be understood.
What sayeth thou o' wise confidant,
You old self-Omni-potent fool;
Believeth in the ways of the scholar yet thou hath cast out,
All faith all reason for such frivolous worldly attires.
This world is all about oppression.
It seems that's all we really care about.
To slam our likes.
To slam our beliefs.
To slam our backgrounds.
We never seem to stop.
We do it more and more.
Saluzcion's Never been the type to write my name on a ballot and cast a vote
Placing my goals and aspirations on the next man's hope; nope
Wasting time slow; going through procrastination,
I rather be thought a fool then open my mouth and remove all doubt; speaking on things I know nothing about or live through
But the sad truth is so vague
Like body ash in a cigarette ash tray, pause,
As I sit back and reclined
Enjoying a cubano and glass of wine
I cant help but think of the modern times; where ladies are hard to find, and all I see is dames and dymes
I'm either gonna rise above poverty or define my existence
A poetic vision, encrypted with a hustler's ambition,
listen dying for what a icon stands for ain't the mission
Isolation and depression
Go hand-in-hand
When you’re too far away
from where you should stand.
I was concieved as nothing less than a miracleFrom 3-7 was too damn hysterical8-12 i was growing up, afriad to be minimalSo by 13 I became an infamous criminalFrom 14-16, i paid my does, so i thought; super imbecil
A few years ago, I had to make a decision
Remain in the hood and risk going to prison
Continue to allow the evil to cloud my vision
Or pick up a pen and become a musician
Ever lyric, every bar, became my ammunition
It's not that I wanna screw it up, I just so happen to be good at itIt's not as if I don't wanna quit, but unfortunately for me I'm like my father another addict.
EVEN WHEN I FREE-FALL YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME SWEAT. THROUGH MY DOWNFALL, I NEVER LOST RESPECT. I AIN'T COMPLAINING, I'M MAINTAINING THAT CONSIGLIARE MENTALITY THESE OTHER CATS AIN'T IN.
The media controls how beauty is defined,
He may be a follower, or he may be left behind.
I give you the test, the one that tells in time,
How you may be judged, or aren't right in the mind.
