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Yet more admiration, for the kind who do dare
Exposing the weakness', the frailty of life
Yet also what you may do with it, given the time
Choices we make, sometimes forced to take
They share just not ourselves, but the others who watch
Showing the many, how they are thought of by the few
If you had the choice, how would you choose?
Would you want a full life of danger and flare
Where you achieve what you want, if only you dare
Or would you be quiet, happy and content
Being the person you want, who will repent
Forgiving and giving are two very rare things
Supremely adored, and often achieved
But only by the aforementioned very few
Who had the lucky chance to befriend you
A star, a haze, a mystical glaze
Surrounds you, and the others around you
To be touched by this is one special gift
Anyone would choose to have
For if they do not, choices,
They seem not to understand
Is there something wrong my dear?
Why do you gaze queerly over here?
Nothing is wrong with me, are you blind?
It surely can't be something you like
Yet im intrigued by your morbid curiosity
Some folk are weird
And find interest where ever they look
Im going to write in a book
And tally up your odd looks
The last time this happened i stuck out my tongue
She got offended, turns out she wasnt looking at me
She was looking at her friend, it turns out you see
Is the one who i thought was currently curious with me
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Keats - Ode to a nighingale (well a bit of it)
lovely
Brains screamin’ ride and the streets packed,
He’s gotta split second snap, and his ropes pulled way too tight,
He’s got a lunatic smile, cause he loves the immense fright.
I was scared,
For as i was told,
You were being unfair.
I wasnt sure what 2 think.
But i figured i should be fair.
Once again i got scared,
As i was told
what you had done.
I was pissed off,
But it was the selfishness of a "friend" again.
I was scared,
for leaving 4 so long,
I risked a relationship.
I felt so bad.
But you encouraged my happiness.
I was scared ,
When we went our separate ways,
But soon found i enjoyed you more as a friend.
I lost my fear for us,
For you have helped me,
Though some of my most emotional pain.
This is the best thing that someone has given me.
someone 2 hear out my troubles,and so many other things.
You told me i was a dumbass,
when i did something stupid.
Which gave me the power 2 say
"fuck you! i wont do it again!"
Just to prove you wrong.
You also gave me the power,
to speak up when something went wrong,
and not 2 lock it inside.
Im scared ,
That you have no idea how thankful i am,
I feel you think im an ungreatful bitch,
So finally i finish this poem,
to hopefully prove myself wrong.
MrG+elmo, =gelmo
Where the Cows go Bong!
And the Monkeys all say Boo!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang!
And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
So it's Ning Nang Nong!
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning!
Trees go Ping!
Nong Ning Nang!
The mice go Clang!
What a noisy place to belong,
Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!
Spike Milligan = win
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
I think tomorrow might be better
Than today
Because today hurts so much.
I want to live tomorrow's tomorrow,
Forever tomorrowing,
Forgetting
That each day is yesterday's tomorrow
And every day hurts more
When I don't live it.
I live under anaesthesia;
Temporarily feeling nothing - -
I'm numb
But I'm sure I'll feel
Someday.
Meanwhile
While I'm tomorrowing
I lose minutes
That I'll never get back.
***************
Weeks fly by.
Wasted weeks, waiting
For the weekend.
The weekend flies by,
And all too soon the Monday
Morning bip-beep, bip-beep
Of the alarm, and I'm back
Where I began.
Why bother moving through the week if,
As soon as you reach the end,
Some trickster puts you back
At the beginning while you sleep?
ETA: time seems to be a recurring theme in my stuff!
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"They fuck you up, your Mum and Dad"...
an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communications
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
I thought I'd let someone else do it;)
Something happened, then all of this started
It is not the meetings, the greetings
Or even those times where we stayed together
What i miss since it ended
Were the letters
When you spend time with someone special
You keep a part of them, they keep a part of you
Except the only thing you really tend to keep
Is the memories of you two
To write a letter,
You must be patient and spend time
Describing your intimate thoughts with due process
In person you only have their voice and infliction
With a letter you have all that and more
You cant forget the contents
You have them forever
Recorded in ink and soaked through the paper
Words are what make us, and bear some permanence
They can be read over and over, again and again
Till you find that small reason
Of why you keep reading
We only keep writing to pass on our views
To those we do care of, and listen to you
Curious as to why you are writing in the first place
Are you writing due to been apart?
Are you seperated or friends from afar?
I only wrote a note, to a new person yesterday
The note wasnt for you, though there wasnt much thought
Simple and easy, yet the contents were fraught
With intrepidation, elation, and a calm voracity
To thank her for simple things
Like a warm mug of tea
The simpleness contrasts with that which i mention
Complexity and words that do hold the tension
Of direct thoughts, which contain aprehension
That something simple should lead me to intricacy
Letters are threaded
And so too is my hapiness
I've been in this for the last eight years still rhyming
hard to see past pop culture this vulture is so blinding
weapons check all emcee's get ready for a step and wreck
steady deadly catch and see a motherfuckin' etcha sketch
perfect as cursive heavy is the wordsmith yep still nervous
crawling on the ground past all these anti underground
mc artiliery rounds firing off another sound give me a pound
and one minute to surround perhaps fifteen to astound
that's sixteen for you clowns just stop now if you can't move the crowd
go ahead put the mic down do us a favor and don't ask me how
look what I found sargent another retarded hip-hop junkie
glancing at me like lunch meat talking about more crack and some heat
bitch what's your inspiration quick tell me where is all your dedication
I cock the mic back and squeeze with no hesitation or possible limitations
on this finnicky nation in a dusty basement with rusty turntable casing
trust me all you burned lables will be vacent turned fables into gold
like a ninja scroll and injure you all look at my treasure trove
as if it was a oh there he goes push your brain into your nose I chose
this little life I invented how you like my sentance some say dimented
I say eccentric but they still don't get it don't exist like my credit pathetic
I'm a get ghost as soon as I leave this verse shreaded....
it does annoy me how rap like that always seems to go on about something in the ghetto
You seriously need to listen to Kanye West then.
She was ill and has died,
But remember forever
That Her love never dies.
She loves you right now,
Always has, always will,
She lives in your heart
Never, ever to depart.
You can tell her your secrets,
Your fears and desires,
You can talk to the trees
Or the stars in the skies.
She always will listen,
Because Mums always do
And she'll always guide you
Throughout what you do.
You may feel lonely, bereft and forgot,
But believe me, you really are not.
There are many who love you,
Your family and friends,
And a Mums love IS forever,
It never, ever will end.
She will guide you with the love
That lives in your heart,
Be quiet...and listen...Remember...
A mum's love is forever
It never, ever will end,
She will guide and protect you
Always your friend.
Hold on to your dreams,
To your memories, hold tight,
Don't be bitter at life,
It, and no one is to blame,
Be true to your self
And do what is right,
Your Mum is right with you
All day and all night
By Tameila Heywood
QUEST
A moon-night and it's raining.
A moon-night and it's deep.
Your thoughts are always somewhere else
looking for a solution.
In the dusty books
and on the rotten tree.
In betrayed friendships,
looking for a solution.
Far away, somewhere else,
through and beyond the shadows,
through ignored fears,
hardships and troubles,
the guard hides
behind powerful thoughts.
He has a familliar face
and is guarding the locks.
A bloomy garden
behind the closed doors.
Under the fresh platans
a solution may be found.
A moon-night and it's raining.
A moon-night and it's deep.
Your thoughts are always in that garden.
Maybe someday you'll be there too.
Probably sucks...
I think you'd have to look for a "hard done by" upper middle class public school boy, otherwise it wouldn't be "reppin".
Looks like i'm loosin friends
There's a lot of hostility in my endz
We used to argue, always make other new friends
Now we settle disagreements with the skenz (no, I don't know what this means either)
Looks like i'm loosin mates
There's a lot of hostility near my gates
We used 2 fight wid kids fromm other estates
Now 8 millimetres settle debates
Looks like i'm loosin sight
Coz i'm lookin at the future, it ain't right
So i look out my window, pray every night
I thank God 4 my friends but they ain't tight
Looks like i'm loosin hope
Coz i climbed dis mountain widout rope
But i know i'm the captain of my boat
So i steadily sail and hope not 2 float
Copied from a lyrics website, because I don't know all the words, explain the stupid spellings, but the meaning is still there.
GHOST
How did you die?
I hear your screms as whisper in my ears.
Strike me...
Hit me to wake me up.
A gentle breeze caresses my cheek...
What villain made you leave your body
and at the same time trapped you in the world?
Your presence is barely noticable...
Is it only me who can feel it?
If you wanted to leave you could,
is that not what they say?
Do you expect to have a body again?
How could I help?
It is thought to be difficult to raise the dead...
I am your only hope, I understand.
But I am not a necromancer.
No, no, don't leave!
Maybe something can be done.
Stay with me, some solution will be found.
How did you die?
Is anyone crying for you?
Who were you?
Where are you buried now?
It is getting darker outside...
Maybe I'll see you better?
Silent Watcher,
Enraged Avenger,
Was it I who killed you?
Try to take their land and we just can't understand
That what they hold in their heart, we crush in our hand
We don't even notice the other man... the one
Who would shoot for the sky, but is lacking a sun
Who needs more, an escape, a window, a door
But their shit smells sweet when it's not on our floor
You want for your health and self and desire
But what for the woman who's dreams are expired?
Her hope has retired, uninspired and through
But her needs have been wishing and hoping for you
Because the true hero accepts and changes all in sight
Whereas a blind eye is blinded by purest light
we do what we want, they do what they must
invest your actions, develop their trust
they are cursed to the hearse from the moment of birth
but we discriminate first and don't consider their worth
they've got thirst like rivers, we've got water in oceans
they've got aids and shivers; we conceal our potions
we ignore their emotions and let them fester in hell
they're searching for hope; we're destroying the well
They never tell, they age until their graves are laid
They burn in the sun... we're wearing the shades
We should be supporting them, but we're ignoring them
Cuz we're deporting them, right after out-lawing them
Deploring them in private, but publicly we act receptive
It's all lies our eyes, make them look deceptive
As a collective we need to work to organise their success
No chances to impress when they'd die for much less
So when you're eating with you parents, partner or younger
You're dining on food, they're dining on hunger
we do what we want, they do what they must
invest your actions, develop their trust
No, he just doesn't say how hard he is and how many joints he smokes and how many bitches he gets sucked off up in this biznatch.
You drew monsters in the dark.
Without looking,
I heard myself say
'Theres no heart in your art...'
And I hated myself and your picture.
you should do, and then put them in here, quite possibly one of my longest living threads without the need for mucho bumpage