19 years and 322 days, she contemplated and manipulated her ways.
To form a tired shelf,over crowded with what she used to know,
her hardened shell,it refused to grow,grow.
She broke on the inside,so it wouldn't show.
The world outside,it would never know,know.
(kid cudi day&night chorus plays)
I found myself roamin these streets solo,no type of coat , my heart turned cold, the nice warm me, didn't have a chance to grow,so...
My personalities,are many...my mood swings are plenty&they can be like
(kid cudi day&night chorus plays)
There's nothing that'll ever make shit right.Day and Night I've roamed the world like no-one else could know,
So this road I'll travel alone,
don't need a single person to hold my hand, cause no ever really gave a damn,damn.
(kid cudi day&night chorus plays&fades out)
Italics
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Guessing Game
I guess it's in style to be dumb,
I guess it's attractive to niggas for bitches to be naive. I guess it's cute to be unoriginal. Just another carbon copy of what's shown on tv,
That lifestyle isn't meant for me.
Yea I guess it's cool to be easy,
& boy,am I all too complicated.
The mazes leading to me, you're right, I don't think you could make it.You were right not to underestimate it.
This intellectual with this revolutionary attitude,and these ungeneric views, nah..I don't think you could shake it.
Should I ever extend the offer,I think you'd be too cowardice to take it.
Yea, I guess we could never be more than just friends.
However it all depends on whether you can survive under these conditions.
My sarcasm,is known for switching,like a strippers hips,and these lips are known for saying shit ,not everyone is willing to hear.
I guess,I'm alittle tired of guessing.
All the more I'm tired of these fucks not knowing when to start professing...&attempt to start caressing. When did chivlary die,and these fucks,stop finessing.
I guess this is the end...
Fin
I guess it's attractive to niggas for bitches to be naive. I guess it's cute to be unoriginal. Just another carbon copy of what's shown on tv,
That lifestyle isn't meant for me.
Yea I guess it's cool to be easy,
& boy,am I all too complicated.
The mazes leading to me, you're right, I don't think you could make it.You were right not to underestimate it.
This intellectual with this revolutionary attitude,and these ungeneric views, nah..I don't think you could shake it.
Should I ever extend the offer,I think you'd be too cowardice to take it.
Yea, I guess we could never be more than just friends.
However it all depends on whether you can survive under these conditions.
My sarcasm,is known for switching,like a strippers hips,and these lips are known for saying shit ,not everyone is willing to hear.
I guess,I'm alittle tired of guessing.
All the more I'm tired of these fucks not knowing when to start professing...&attempt to start caressing. When did chivlary die,and these fucks,stop finessing.
I guess this is the end...
Fin
Fiery
A thousand degrees,
scorching a blaze.
Heat rising from every square inch of this surface...
I shiver... I tingle....I'm nervous...
could It be...I don't deserve this...
delight presented before me.
I tell you,stop,yet you ignore my pleas...&then...you go onto your knees...
It seems the rooms engulfed in flames...&I wanna scream and you're to blame. Yet the only thing I can say is your name...
I don't think I can survive to round two of this game...
My bloods boiling, I think I might go insane.All the while your'e toiling in wonderland.
Im wishing, you'd take my hand,and guide me through this journey. I'm feeling like I'm going to a place that I don't know...
Oh,baby,...the places you've taken me.Are of lore and fantasy,yet you've generously shown,and allowed me to have known...such...happiness.
Yet&still , I burn,anxious and impatient,for the next time I take that sweet vacation.
Oh, I've gone up in flames,
yes,I've spontaneously combusted,from all the moments I've lusted after that sword with which you have slain me.
Your'e just incapable of being beaten,and I can't stand the heat
Fin
scorching a blaze.
Heat rising from every square inch of this surface...
I shiver... I tingle....I'm nervous...
could It be...I don't deserve this...
delight presented before me.
I tell you,stop,yet you ignore my pleas...&then...you go onto your knees...
It seems the rooms engulfed in flames...&I wanna scream and you're to blame. Yet the only thing I can say is your name...
I don't think I can survive to round two of this game...
My bloods boiling, I think I might go insane.All the while your'e toiling in wonderland.
Im wishing, you'd take my hand,and guide me through this journey. I'm feeling like I'm going to a place that I don't know...
Oh,baby,...the places you've taken me.Are of lore and fantasy,yet you've generously shown,and allowed me to have known...such...happiness.
Yet&still , I burn,anxious and impatient,for the next time I take that sweet vacation.
Oh, I've gone up in flames,
yes,I've spontaneously combusted,from all the moments I've lusted after that sword with which you have slain me.
Your'e just incapable of being beaten,and I can't stand the heat
Fin
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Change
Next to me, is next to impossibly...unattainable.
I was told that men are accesories,they're seasonal and interchangeable.
(I made it a point to change this)
But to me that logic is ill and not understandable. Why would I gamble,when I have so much to lose,and so little to win.
What's the difference between what I have with you,and what I could have with him? I see trust,honesty monogamy...
the way that you honor me.
It's the only way I'd have it be.
(why would I want to change this)
You accept me flaws and all.
Me,my best days worst days,and I'm always proud to say...we made it through another anniversary.
(I'm so happy we made this)
So for all the things,you've sacrificed, for all the vunerablities,you've recognized...you've re-enforced.
Boy you passed the torch from boyhood to a grown man,and together here we stand.
(why would I want to change this?)
Through this walk of life,I know I'm in good hands,when you hold me.
Every touch and word you said has told me....
You know me. You understand....we took a chance.
Strong we stand. We made it.
I wouldn't do anything to change it...
You could hand me the world,on a silver platter, it wouldn't matter,it all could break and shatter...
with no partner,no right hand,no left leg on which I can stand...I wouldn't give a damn.
No I wouldn't change anything...
Fin
I was told that men are accesories,they're seasonal and interchangeable.
(I made it a point to change this)
But to me that logic is ill and not understandable. Why would I gamble,when I have so much to lose,and so little to win.
What's the difference between what I have with you,and what I could have with him? I see trust,honesty monogamy...
the way that you honor me.
It's the only way I'd have it be.
(why would I want to change this)
You accept me flaws and all.
Me,my best days worst days,and I'm always proud to say...we made it through another anniversary.
(I'm so happy we made this)
So for all the things,you've sacrificed, for all the vunerablities,you've recognized...you've re-enforced.
Boy you passed the torch from boyhood to a grown man,and together here we stand.
(why would I want to change this?)
Through this walk of life,I know I'm in good hands,when you hold me.
Every touch and word you said has told me....
You know me. You understand....we took a chance.
Strong we stand. We made it.
I wouldn't do anything to change it...
You could hand me the world,on a silver platter, it wouldn't matter,it all could break and shatter...
with no partner,no right hand,no left leg on which I can stand...I wouldn't give a damn.
No I wouldn't change anything...
Fin
3.25. :Unfinished
In between these rhymes,behind these lines, lies an ingenious mind, from a whole 'nother time.
I question am I early, was I born late?
My intellectuality,the world is not yet ready to commemorate. My stanzas demonstrate a hand far too superior in script,I can't be mimicked,nah.
Those of my genre are far too low beyond the criterior,to infiltrate, nor even gravitate to my level. Im burying these bitches like an industrial shovel. Im untouchable.
Lovable, and enviable all together in one. Obnoxiously quirky,yet entertainingly fun.
Could there ever be one so enamoring as I?
I have to ask the world why,
I,must be so blessed as to write,the illest shit, translated into script but never heard. Absurd to the upmost degree,but insanity,best describes me.
Silly as it could possibly be,my poetry,simply flows from these,
philangies across this keyboard,to form the novela which you'll fail to comprehend.
Know every contest that I write I win, my words knock too hard to not be let in.
Though you may lose yourself in where this starts and begins,
consider yourself lost in the maze of this craze,which is an obsession with my art. Bitches and niggas take these lines to heart, like a actor takes scripts to part...STOP,ROLL DUCK COVER,word to ya mother..even she Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game.
with these thoughts I entertain,MY NAME can't help but be associated with fame...I'm too big a threat to these dames. Its a shame...its came to..
me bein' too hot for cyphers,cause my lips to start to flame ,because I speak fire, Niggas get HIGHERS of my lines than Kush blunts.
&I aint gotta stunt. Def Poetry Jam, I grand slammed like A Rod,
and like 50 bitches say my name like im God....
I give a few niggas their props,but that's where it stops.
M A R to I, c-o-c-k-y,as can be.
03-09,the game's been MINE.
To be continued
I question am I early, was I born late?
My intellectuality,the world is not yet ready to commemorate. My stanzas demonstrate a hand far too superior in script,I can't be mimicked,nah.
Those of my genre are far too low beyond the criterior,to infiltrate, nor even gravitate to my level. Im burying these bitches like an industrial shovel. Im untouchable.
Lovable, and enviable all together in one. Obnoxiously quirky,yet entertainingly fun.
Could there ever be one so enamoring as I?
I have to ask the world why,
I,must be so blessed as to write,the illest shit, translated into script but never heard. Absurd to the upmost degree,but insanity,best describes me.
Silly as it could possibly be,my poetry,simply flows from these,
philangies across this keyboard,to form the novela which you'll fail to comprehend.
Know every contest that I write I win, my words knock too hard to not be let in.
Though you may lose yourself in where this starts and begins,
consider yourself lost in the maze of this craze,which is an obsession with my art. Bitches and niggas take these lines to heart, like a actor takes scripts to part...STOP,ROLL DUCK COVER,word to ya mother..even she Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game.
with these thoughts I entertain,MY NAME can't help but be associated with fame...I'm too big a threat to these dames. Its a shame...its came to..
me bein' too hot for cyphers,cause my lips to start to flame ,because I speak fire, Niggas get HIGHERS of my lines than Kush blunts.
&I aint gotta stunt. Def Poetry Jam, I grand slammed like A Rod,
and like 50 bitches say my name like im God....
I give a few niggas their props,but that's where it stops.
M A R to I, c-o-c-k-y,as can be.
03-09,the game's been MINE.
To be continued
Sunday, March 22, 2009
You're never gone
There's no easy way to explain what you meant to me.
I find myself looking at pictures like this is all just a fantasy.
To me, you're still here. You'll never leave. You never left, you never were gone.
People say I should live&go on...
I say they should leave me alone.
Our bond was something not just anyone can comprehend...
Your memory proceeds you on,
I just don't want to believe you're gone...
I still remember you speeding along side me in the car when you'd ride with me.
It feels like something died inside of me...
Two halves one whole,the world'll never know. My face can't express the pain my heart knows, even if it could it still would never show.
I know,I know..you're never far away.
To me, you're still here. You'll never leave. You never left, you never were gone
I'll never move on, to me you're not gone. YOU'LL never leave,you'll always be right next to me.
In loving memory ...Of BANDIT J. THOMAS-MORALES -ANDREW
9.21.08-3.21.09
I find myself looking at pictures like this is all just a fantasy.
To me, you're still here. You'll never leave. You never left, you never were gone.
People say I should live&go on...
I say they should leave me alone.
Our bond was something not just anyone can comprehend...
Your memory proceeds you on,
I just don't want to believe you're gone...
I still remember you speeding along side me in the car when you'd ride with me.
It feels like something died inside of me...
Two halves one whole,the world'll never know. My face can't express the pain my heart knows, even if it could it still would never show.
I know,I know..you're never far away.
To me, you're still here. You'll never leave. You never left, you never were gone
I'll never move on, to me you're not gone. YOU'LL never leave,you'll always be right next to me.
In loving memory ...Of BANDIT J. THOMAS-MORALES -ANDREW
9.21.08-3.21.09
Friday, March 20, 2009
Dare
Do I dare disturb the world and those who occupy it?Do I dare speak words of such hostility,and go down in history and in infamy...Lord do I dare?
Do I turn my back to those I once adored and loved, do I push and shove those who once lingered near me?
Clearly, the world was far to small to be explored,and to every door,linguistics was my key.
Evidently I've dared...Lord knows I've dared to be oftenly too brazen for those who find my ramblings crazen.
But do I dare tempt fate?
Do I dare push further beyond this world's gates?
Do I dare plot a sweet ,serene escape to a place so far ...not even thee illest mental state could penetrate it?Do I serenade danger!
DO I DARE... Let myself be found...and my core be known to the world.
Could they, or would they be able to remotely comprehend such a mind so brilliant?
Or I would taken to be irrelevent?
another insane lyric to circumvent...
Do I dare.
Fin
Do I turn my back to those I once adored and loved, do I push and shove those who once lingered near me?
Clearly, the world was far to small to be explored,and to every door,linguistics was my key.
Evidently I've dared...Lord knows I've dared to be oftenly too brazen for those who find my ramblings crazen.
But do I dare tempt fate?
Do I dare push further beyond this world's gates?
Do I dare plot a sweet ,serene escape to a place so far ...not even thee illest mental state could penetrate it?Do I serenade danger!
DO I DARE... Let myself be found...and my core be known to the world.
Could they, or would they be able to remotely comprehend such a mind so brilliant?
Or I would taken to be irrelevent?
another insane lyric to circumvent...
Do I dare.
Fin
Eternal Garden
In the garden filled with the most beautiful things,flowers blossom and the doves sing.
The sounds of nature fill the air, and the animals frolic without a car. Morning dew,on the garden floor,glistening so clearly,one can't help but adore.A tree arched over,resembling a door.A gust wind rustling leaves, a warm breeze blowing through the trees,beez buzzing on by,a place so beautiful,it'd bring tears to your eyes.
A quiet stream in the distance,who's water glistens,deer prancing,without hesitation or resistance. Unotuched beauty so heavenly and appealing,ones aura, that seems magically healing. Morning glories,snap dragos,sun flowers,rosie and poppies,the sight of such a place, could make anyone happy. Elk,rabbits,raccoons and deer,the allure of this place, just draws you near.So serene and calm,not even the smallest child could fear. Sunsets on her horizon,glowing blue,roses so red, they could be no more true. Stone cobbled pathways,calling for you,set for two...leading the way,to eternal bliss,you never knew.
A garden,an ever beautiful,eteranl garden,so beautiful and immaculate, the maker must beg pardon,for no artist could bring to canvas,one so lush and landish,these hues,of spectrums unkwown to man,for no other is comparable at hand,such as this Eternal Garden
Fin
The sounds of nature fill the air, and the animals frolic without a car. Morning dew,on the garden floor,glistening so clearly,one can't help but adore.A tree arched over,resembling a door.A gust wind rustling leaves, a warm breeze blowing through the trees,beez buzzing on by,a place so beautiful,it'd bring tears to your eyes.
A quiet stream in the distance,who's water glistens,deer prancing,without hesitation or resistance. Unotuched beauty so heavenly and appealing,ones aura, that seems magically healing. Morning glories,snap dragos,sun flowers,rosie and poppies,the sight of such a place, could make anyone happy. Elk,rabbits,raccoons and deer,the allure of this place, just draws you near.So serene and calm,not even the smallest child could fear. Sunsets on her horizon,glowing blue,roses so red, they could be no more true. Stone cobbled pathways,calling for you,set for two...leading the way,to eternal bliss,you never knew.
A garden,an ever beautiful,eteranl garden,so beautiful and immaculate, the maker must beg pardon,for no artist could bring to canvas,one so lush and landish,these hues,of spectrums unkwown to man,for no other is comparable at hand,such as this Eternal Garden
Fin
Friday, February 13, 2009
Dream Woman
She had the mind of a genius,the body of a goddess,conversations,she'd finesse you,
linguistically undress you, 'less you gave into,her serene mood,her attitude moved crowds like King On Monument,confident, via intoxication,her lip language led to mystification....
And I had a Dream......
Laced with sophistication,embraced through words brazen, this woman so many she had cravin'... mentalities she left laden and riddled, she strung hearts like musicians to fiddles...
That night I had a dream...
This supernatural woman,
her love was overcomin',
like a river over flowin',
all the more he was never knowin', her emotions where they were goin'...
Away from him they were towin'... Her frustration ...still never showin'...
And I had a dream...
Saw her amber face, warmth of her embrace,kisses I could taste,lip locks I couldn't waste,sweet as almond joy,she played me like a toy,
I felt like a little boy,with his first crush,she crushed me dearly, I felt myself nearly,overcome...
By such Love , because it had no fury...no jealousy belevolency...
So how the hell could she leave?
To this day its a concept my mind can't conceive...till the tonight I'll have a dream...
That one day,she'd walk back into my life, a irridescent beam of light that's was she was for me,she lit life's paths,yet now she's gone, so I'm forced to see. I close my eyes ,fantasize,then realize...
it's just a dream.
Fin
linguistically undress you, 'less you gave into,her serene mood,her attitude moved crowds like King On Monument,confident, via intoxication,her lip language led to mystification....
And I had a Dream......
Laced with sophistication,embraced through words brazen, this woman so many she had cravin'... mentalities she left laden and riddled, she strung hearts like musicians to fiddles...
That night I had a dream...
This supernatural woman,
her love was overcomin',
like a river over flowin',
all the more he was never knowin', her emotions where they were goin'...
Away from him they were towin'... Her frustration ...still never showin'...
And I had a dream...
Saw her amber face, warmth of her embrace,kisses I could taste,lip locks I couldn't waste,sweet as almond joy,she played me like a toy,
I felt like a little boy,with his first crush,she crushed me dearly, I felt myself nearly,overcome...
By such Love , because it had no fury...no jealousy belevolency...
So how the hell could she leave?
To this day its a concept my mind can't conceive...till the tonight I'll have a dream...
That one day,she'd walk back into my life, a irridescent beam of light that's was she was for me,she lit life's paths,yet now she's gone, so I'm forced to see. I close my eyes ,fantasize,then realize...
it's just a dream.
Fin
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wonder when he's going to die.
Seems like everynight and day she prays he'll come home safe, she lost the first one, that way, and this feeling is all to familiar to fade.
It hurt , to watch him ride away in that hurst,She found love again, but homeboy, he's even worse.
Swears up and down he's invincible, he,gets in a fight everynight, she cries & begs him, he swears he'll do right.
Chilling with the niggas, chasing after figures,is what he does best. Thinks he's something like cool,'cause owns a bullet proof vest. His best friend took 2 to the chest and lived, he swears his gun is the son he never had,and he's glad,she wants to have kids someday,but she doesn't know.
She tosses and turns in her sleep,each night, praying to god she won't get that dreadful call, and if she does,when it comes, she's gonna lose it all. She..always carries a stun gun in case she needs to use it and run. Cell phone's always on,hoping he'll call and say he's home.
The call never comes and she knows that if it does ring,the news it'll bring,and it won't be him,coroner asking for an I.d. so she can see.
He says, he does it for the money, he does it for them.
They constantly fight, she tells 'em, its a battle he can't win, and god's watching everything they do and the shits a sin,but he just won't listen. Wears a rag in his back pocket, and wonders where cops sweat em,the tech or the berretta,with him its whateva'.
Locked up for a petty charge,his drugs, gone at large.He's the capo in charge,B. Evidence of his drug trafficking long gone,...cause ain't no snitches in the hood, and they all know what's god, so the cops,may never catch it.
Next big time crime,he might be a felon,but aint no tellin',and won't be no jumpin' bailin'. Teflon don that's what he calls himself.
"Slanging dope for the riches,never for the bitches,and snitches get snitches"
He could of went to college on scholarship,but all he cares about is..."chips",but he looks to the nickel sack of crack and not the book rack, and its all that, no conscience, sense of self,that led him here.
Thinkin' the dope game is the quick route to wealth. " that's stealth"
And his girl?....
She said she wasn't going to cry anymore, but everytime there's a knock at the door, or the phone rings, to her pillow she clings. Still gripping the kleenex box tight in the middle of the night,praying hoping to god that one day he really will do right....
till she tossed and turned for the thousandth time, and when the phone actually rang,at about nine, in the back of her mind she thought...
" wonder when he's gonna die"
Fin
It hurt , to watch him ride away in that hurst,She found love again, but homeboy, he's even worse.
Swears up and down he's invincible, he,gets in a fight everynight, she cries & begs him, he swears he'll do right.
Chilling with the niggas, chasing after figures,is what he does best. Thinks he's something like cool,'cause owns a bullet proof vest. His best friend took 2 to the chest and lived, he swears his gun is the son he never had,and he's glad,she wants to have kids someday,but she doesn't know.
She tosses and turns in her sleep,each night, praying to god she won't get that dreadful call, and if she does,when it comes, she's gonna lose it all. She..always carries a stun gun in case she needs to use it and run. Cell phone's always on,hoping he'll call and say he's home.
The call never comes and she knows that if it does ring,the news it'll bring,and it won't be him,coroner asking for an I.d. so she can see.
He says, he does it for the money, he does it for them.
They constantly fight, she tells 'em, its a battle he can't win, and god's watching everything they do and the shits a sin,but he just won't listen. Wears a rag in his back pocket, and wonders where cops sweat em,the tech or the berretta,with him its whateva'.
Locked up for a petty charge,his drugs, gone at large.He's the capo in charge,B. Evidence of his drug trafficking long gone,...cause ain't no snitches in the hood, and they all know what's god, so the cops,may never catch it.
Next big time crime,he might be a felon,but aint no tellin',and won't be no jumpin' bailin'. Teflon don that's what he calls himself.
"Slanging dope for the riches,never for the bitches,and snitches get snitches"
He could of went to college on scholarship,but all he cares about is..."chips",but he looks to the nickel sack of crack and not the book rack, and its all that, no conscience, sense of self,that led him here.
Thinkin' the dope game is the quick route to wealth. " that's stealth"
And his girl?....
She said she wasn't going to cry anymore, but everytime there's a knock at the door, or the phone rings, to her pillow she clings. Still gripping the kleenex box tight in the middle of the night,praying hoping to god that one day he really will do right....
till she tossed and turned for the thousandth time, and when the phone actually rang,at about nine, in the back of her mind she thought...
" wonder when he's gonna die"
Fin
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