''This deplorable act of jaded consumption,'' sighed the sugar-headed Eastern Prince.He was lugubrious at the fact that his jurisdiction was considered lamentable why the Southern Ghouls of absinthian apotheosis were lionized. The Ghouls were morose,perversive and ill-humored.They pursued the boy who's endeavor was to end the lifes of his fellow peers,first shooting the sorid couple who lay bare in the middle of the field,swapping saliva in a profligate manner. ''There in your way.Let there congenial senses come to the surface ,as they drift through the sea of thought , distraught at the logic of this consequence,'' they whispered with a twinge of snarly animosity. The climax of this night saw a bloodied pile of pubescent children lay with irenic and subjued composure.Only the lips of the guilty twitching. The Eastern Prince sat, pondering these antecedent events of which occurred due to the manipulative wording of the Ghouls. Now they hold a prominent status in the minds of the Irks. The Irks were quaint beings of very small stature that burrowed under the Washing Basket of the Western World, their only shelter being this dirty-laundry utility and the Rubber Fish of '67. The Rubber Fish fell from the sky under unascertained circumstance. They pieced the X-ray atmosphere, and found there way into the smog of the Irk's habitat. Now they lay still on top of the basket, providing some minor security. Though the Irk's minds were being tainted by the Ghouls who offered them preponderant refuge and Shirley McClain’s (the esteemed cocktail of choice). ^^^ An unfinished story entitled ''A Bag Full of Rubber-Fish Enchant,''
They traveled over lucid hills which revealed the Marlborough men who, with an askance posture that emphasized the cancer, apathetically strode. The Irks had been lead to the irriguous valley (or as it once stood), where the ghouls liked to haunt the area as nature expressed its own promiscuity. Always breeding, all producing, always engaging in covetous acts. The Eastern Prince tried to authorize the Irk's on the dangers that loom, but the agitable creatures infringed his warning. They were sliced and minced under the purple sky, than thrown into the tent where the bodies of the children who had been oppressed and the giants (Talleman) that had been pursued were kept. A jamboree took place outside, coinciding with the decay of extinct Irks. The antiquated Prince was forlorn as his world was hushed.
Amen My stories are about the decay of civilisation and drug abuse... Yes, a slightly bleak subject to recieve coverage But I dont talk about fucking faeries or the rise of the dead... My stories have political undertones.
Masked with nylon with a can of krylon while on point see you through the walls we write on ride strong with a crew who’s considered sly cons high on this rush provided my wrong cops try to put a stop to my art and hip hop but they knock what we rock we got the streets locked juras don’t mix with pinturas catch us slipin and try shoots us we’re looters of virgin walls the no gutters writers reign supreme on the street art scene my team goes by the OPM kings rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits and be the uppest that’s the main thing catch graffitIwreck on my city set my committee gets respect well known with a gritty rep who step to the bomb yard with a fat tip tryin to get a name in this world and that’s it just a little peice from OPM's old album. you should go pick it up. the old one or the new one. its real good. its hip-hop / rock / mellow stuff.
Long Live the King ~for B.I.G. The crown wasn’t always worn by Jay Z Before him the king of NYC was B.I.G. Beyond the east And his legacy is deeper than dyin’ for beef You best believe all emcees since the early 90’s Owe respect to the one who lived notoriously It’s a tragedy that kids these days don’t know his true abilities All they hear is “One More Chance” and “Biggie can’t you see” They don’t know “Party and Bulls**t” or the remix to “Dolly My Baby’ S**t, shorty on the Da Band didn’t even know the words to “Juicy” There’s a reason Jay says a B.I. line in damned near every rhyme And why even with a Mohawk Puff can hold his head high Cause real n***as do real things And Christopher Wallace was a true kingpin Heads fiend for a single can’t even dream about a classic But he dropped two back to back before he laid in his casket And that’s a feat that can’t be ignored Regardless of any mics, Grammy’s or charts on Billboard So as the torch gets passed to a new generation Of rap phenoms and overnight sensations We gotta lick a shot for the famous Frank White The playa president who flipped the game to end his hustler’s plight The Black male misunderstood Who made it to the Hamptons out of his Brooklyn hood Cause s**t ain’t all good as I look at the madness currently goin’ on Cats quote his rhymes but act like they don’t remember why he’s gone These n***as work so hard to get from the streets to the stage But still wanna act like they slangin’ work to get paid Big was slain on this day eight years past And heads is still tryin’ to live the streets on and off wax Fact is we already know how it goes And I don’t wanna have more stories to tell about fallen Hip-Hop heroes One of my life’s biggest regrets is never hearin’ him spit it in the flesh One of the best I wear his face with pride on my chest B.I. we weren’t ready for you die But through them hits, your spirit’s kept alive long after your death North, South, East, West, put up your deuces and pour out some liquor for the nicest MC Ya’ll know the steelo rest in peace to Mr. “Unbelievable” Flow will close a biggie poem thread but not some shitty ass fuck g-unit thread
------------------------- the tolerance of truth the glimmer, a slight twinkle here and of course so unreachable compared to a star in the night sky so close but still so very far desire; burning, throbbing, pushing lessons learned and always preached moving me on, to pick a star from the sky and put it my pocket ill grow, and flourish, and shine somehow ill always be a little empty because not everything can be mine as my path unfurls infront of me unrolls in its tedious glory i see it leads to a beautifull place bright with a maginificant shine though i cant see it i still proceed forward footprints allow me to trace my path through time as i keep my steady forward pace i have to much desire to lose this race stubborn, yes i know i am this seagoat moves for no unworthy man though i will assist all i can i still wish to be prosperous on this land sacrifices to make and stones to step over a lesson once learned, proved to be fact now a regulation, a standard trace the footprints further back like the cord to the wall it proves you cant be two places at once those would be: here and so very far you can only travel forwards in a unchangable unstoppable direction that brings you to the end of the road which beholds the glorified beauty of truth ---------------- the poem is about knowledge, and walking down the road called life.
Cut By Cut One cut Two cut Three cut Four. I watch your blood Hit the floor. Five cut Six cut Seven cut Eight. This is the product Of all my hate. I slit your throat Watch blood flow Don't do it yourself It'll soften the blow. You cry for me My hatred tears Built from your lies From over the years. I slash your throat I slit your wrists I enjoy the moment No, I'm not pissed. I turn my head To hide my smile You're finally gone And I'm not in denial. I'll accept all blame Coz I don't care I'm just so happy To know you?re not there. One cut Two cut Three cut Four. I watched your blood Hit the floor. Five cut Six cut Seven cut Eight. You were the product Of all my hate. Satan sent me a message And said that all was well And he thanked me too for sending You straight to Hell. © LUST , 2005-08-4 ________________________________ For those i Loath this ones for You
nice haha did you used to be on B.S. lust? your sn/avatar/sig gif seem familiar, i could just be confused though
i dont make the rule i just enforce them. you failed to fallow the rules and use the search feature before making a new thread. in this case there just happend to be one for this specific purpose. but if you wanna call me a "hater" or have a problem with me you can use the PM feature...
i dont make the rule i just enforce them. you failed to fallow the rules and use the search feature before making a new thread. in this case there just happend to be one for this specific purpose. but if you wanna call me a "hater" or have a problem with me you can use the PM feature... [/b][/quote] well ill speak my mind..and u failed to not be a dickhead end of conversation
Losing My Mind I’ve become weak Lost and alone. With tears of sulphur And a heart of stone. I’ve become nothing A speckle in this time Thoughts became illegal, Feelings became a crime. I’ve become a follower My hands are tied by love. I’ll sit and watch the crowded graves And the killing of the dove. I just fail to feel alive. We fight and we brawl And then, as we die We stare at the whitewash wall And cry. Sitting in the corner, Watching you point and stare “See that poor Boy He’s dying over there� ________________________ Short Poem.. © LUST, 2005-06-12
Yes sir, thank you. Let me revive this thread. [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He told my conscience that "life is short" like as if I didn't already know that. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]But I still listened to what he had to say. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Still? [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]So what?[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Who knows.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He told me keep those memories tight. Hold them tightly. Never let go of them. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I nodded. As he stroked his beard and switched his left leg on top now, I realized he still had more to say. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He still spoke.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I still listened. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]So then he continued saying that lose them once, you will get them back, -you will- [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]lose them twice, you will get them back, -some people are very lucky- [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]lose them thrice, you will get them back, -God must be watching over you-[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Lose them once more = You don't care anymore. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He touched my forehead.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]His index finger was like a drumstick- firm and slender. He took a breath. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He still spoke. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]*I felt his cold touch on my forehead* [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I still listened. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He went on saying that before anything of that sort happens,[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]it's best you cherish those memories save the last minute. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And so I did. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]*Although I still wondered why he touched my forehead* [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He removed his finger now, had one last thing to say so... [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He still spoke. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]*My forehead must have had some side-effect now (unnecessary pondering)* [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I still listened. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He finally said that you have a lot of space in ur mind. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]That's when I realized that I have a habit of remembering things. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Anything. Everything. He was tall. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He didn't speak now. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I still listened. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He still didn't speak. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I looked up. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He was gone. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I woke up. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]He had dissappeared. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]That night/day *for me they mean the same* I realized that when these GB memory cards are p00fd, and when the GB hard-disks are g00fd, my system is going to crash *0utch.* [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I can always be your virtual hard-disk. Since then I maintained. ____________________________________________________________________________________ [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Folder Fuh Life- [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]-Be.[/FONT]