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
Friday, March 27, 2009
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
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