Thursday, January 20, 2011
..A rememberable Free-written poem from.... Facebook..
I don't judge a female for anything except what I already know... The certain ones I do point out are already exposed.. So it's hard to catch my attention cause I am looking for more.. ....So my mistakes are never repeated.. try your best not to be heated when that ring is never answered ..That call was never completed... B).. 'Nizzy'
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
..Not a poem.... ......I just thought this was iLL..lol B)
These three little kids are know as The Art of Technique (TAT)
Lie and say this wasn't iLL!
..an Unfinished freestyle to 'The Cool'..
.... So one day I was listening to Lupe Fiasco's "Food and Liquor" album and I ran into the track called 'The cool'. I was feeling some kind of way so I decided to freestyle to it.... ...but I never finished..lol.... Before you start scratching your head here's a quick overview on what Lupe's track is about: A character by the name of Michael Young History wakes up from the dead(in his coffin) and proceeds to doing the same thing he's always been accustomed to. Same mind-state as before he died. But by the end of the track he's shot by the same dude's who robbed him. He says only one thing "Hustle for death, no heaven for a gangster" .. Here's what I had written so far:
Rerise Like the cool indeed
rustlin leaves
Gold chain still hanging still fresh to the T
now brushin off the end of my sleeves
proceed to walkin
..Wishin upon a Hershey Kiss B)..
I'm infatuated with your body
Dark chocolate mocha you give me the itis
as long as I can sleep in your lap..
A Goddess and a Queen I wouldn't share you for halloween
cause these wishes for hershey kisses got me stingy...
I have to man up that I fall for your kind Beautiful women isn't a crime
Incomparable to anybody famous cause you're nameless
Your eyes are hazel.. It's as if you were dipped in cocoa
I go crazy when I think about this candy frame..
..Drool falling..
Wouldn't blink for minutes..
Only to find out that she has a center..
Delicate handling ensures you don't break..
but remove the wrapper...
taste test first then a snack comes after
the body melts from the first touch..
devoured piece by piece
licked til overflowed.. but eh thighs where the prize is..
and with those holds a flavor even sweeter..
I'll be sure to find out what it is when I meet ya... .. .
What's on your mind Weeble?..O_o
Lensless shades and a sharpee
Black ink and a pen is the art
Black hoodie matches the recesses of my mind
Unlimited dreams.. no part shines the brightest but the ending scene
All of these things are necessities to me
compiled heavily it's everything I need to breathe
To bleed too
so when I gasp know that something is missing....
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Free-writing..feeling enlightning..
As if there is a crazed lion roaring from behind my shoulder..
pushing me every 2 seconds as my body jerks forward.. I want to run
But it's not time yet.. My anticipation has me blind but my mindset.. keeps me company
knowing that I can control this.. That lion can be tamed..
he can't maim me If I tame this beast that lurks in the shadowy depths of my stomach. he'll only change me
I'm blinded by that light that keeps you going on the street
I pass on all three ...even Red's when I speed..
I powerwalk on yellow but Green's when I'm weak..
...Cause by that time I've already sprinted to the top of my peak..
Another Throwback from the Book of Faces..
The best reaction...
by Jer' Mackey on Thursday, December 23, 2010 at 4:28pm
Always woke up to the same reality.
everything floatin by me casually til I noticed
..
Love, lust and linger were foreign to me
definitions couldn't find me..
all those shadows that I dreamed about were just cardboard cutouts ,
prefferated lines, cut along and you'll find what's behind.
All these post ups of these notes couldnt change the fact that I couldn't articulate what I see
not to get all mushy but please excuse me.. my eyes never lie..
maybe I was lookin at 'Amy' the wrong way..
all these personifications ..sonic is in the middle.. so my mind was lost away
It'll be a while til I get to
anxiety subside in me but I'll live through
no more khida'
no more Nizzy'..
maybe the glasses will disappear ..
maybe.. -_-.. no promises.
this poem from the top to the bottom is just an acknowledgement ..
Love to the one who's pondering..-_-..
..done...
..Throback from Faceback... I mean Facebook...
Delete Me!!!!!!! ...please?
by Jer' Mackey on Tuesday, October 12, 2010 at 9:38pm
..heh.... I don't need to write this down for this to take relevance.. I call you a bitch cause of your facade and all its relevance... I wish I could spit a flame from miles away but i doubt you would feel it in ya climate.. I'm heartless so I don't mind it if you try to lie to my face ...To be honest I was never blinded.. I don't subliminal name call .. you feelin special? guess who and I'll answer just to let you know...
What's good for today?... //Hmm?
Been awake for 3 days straight
The only irony is that this ideology's not matching with my mind-state.
Mind rape I tell you
Rather become a gynecologist and stick my full honestness inside of this problem
Riding without a condom, so now I'm a father and it's kinda bothersome
Nocturnal as I am, I look to the sky and wonder "God, is this the way I was suppose to be found."
Blessed without an answer.
It's even harder to write a poem now , ..aside from all the quoting down,
so now I'm just gonna free-write every time I feel the motive now.
Promise to keep it simple without an instrumental but my name will forever be framed long as the theory hit you.
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