Before you, I was the beez-knees...Really. Dusted by some nectar buzzing in me so literally. Before you, up was up.... and down was just a certain Under Ground. And as I walked, I pulled a curtain easily across this slumber town. I was, then, like any other promising bud. . .or flower. Pollinated by a tease to excite a honest ill will for sour. My heart was quarantined against hate, fear, and blank shots. In between the astral plains of Nirvana, busting up its gate locks. My hands articulated pure dreams, uncorking truths from dying springs. Purging pools of poison, daring dreams to clip back depravity's-wings. Before you, I was to fly over Mt. Zion and into a fountain-valley below. Stark-eyed to spy some, to see how high this mountain really grows. I deplored this height soaring. To the floor, pouring down like a Falcon. Screaming downward to sea. To see you whoring a lore, roaring as a Lion. Feathered around zealous plans, seeded by a demanding standard. I confess, I succeeded this need by understanding you backward. Then, We met. Your green pupils jigsawed a cutout of my blue two. Telescoping out in wide-angled-shot of contrast before you. Then, they narrowed to pin points and dimmed into blackness. Splintered into my soul as a hero might knife fight with quick fists. It was, as if, a pallet of two lonely September symphony blends, colored Splendid into a splendor of animation seeing more suspended. After you, my heart was absolute red hot adrenaline. Lust boiled me naked, as to resist simply dressing again My minimal introspect sunk low to being so distraught And so forth brought evil controls to reel in resignal thought It's all in a days moon and vacant for a nights sore sun. In so that tyranny inundates soon the complacent for fun. After you, up was now down, down was now up. Light was black and black was light, some how cupped. After you, my eyes glitched in new Irish-blue blemishes. Out-fielded with photon particles, fixated on photo finishes. Before you, I was a Bee floating in patches of Paradise. Visiting truth, shooting pistols at a Garden in a single life. I was clean. After you, I was lost forever, with you close bye. In an eternal replay of hate, without remedy to guide. Now too related to mirror away any remembrance. How ? Too sedated. Fears of infinity. Just too 'you'. We radiate two cadences capable of atypical symmetry. It is not so. Not sustainable, quite frankly.
Thanks Dejav-bro. I recycled a few bars from my older stuff here as I got lazy with writing this a bit....LOL
hi ramble.top 3 favorite lines. dancing on golden strings of desire. double rainbows(thats very unique) and (meaningful meanings.) and your last two parts. i closed my eyes. and (i was gone.) top class ramble.a few words i did'nt understand,but got the basic gest of all.
This is written in meh, but the message is complete truth. --- Transformation There is a fence that splits the world in two Here, on one side, is me. The other, you Your side is manicured, trim...unbecoming of simple Clean as a whistle standing doubled plated in tinsel My side adheres to the laws of your attraction pulled by the force of grace, made to take action I inch near the wood fence, to see your condition And unlike my side, you are superficial, made as a magician You, try to come to my side, and I to yours So, pass me your magic wand of all your false lords Then I'll pass a note of truth, written in from Holy Spirit It says that your logic corrects Rabbit Holes into demerits I see your face as you discern the text In the face of truth your face convexs It says you are not made of rocky star dust And that daddy did not evolve from Mars's crust When you read the back page your eyes pop You see that you were played in Father Lie's plot So meet me in the air, with another prayer And I'll use your magic wand to Solar my flair I'll wave it around and move the stars by faith Because it's so strong that, unto me we both embrace That God is love and through him is the greatest witness Simply put, he gave us the grace cast down as Jesus So, give me your hand. Slip it through past the fence Together we unite and at last Truth finally makes sense Pull me unto you as I push out. Now we got harmony I'll never leave you, so stay. Fill a slot in its armory Did you know ? Your magic wand was fake This whole time, as it burns and for Heavens sake For every side has a story and a thread of truth To bad you only saw the obvious put before youth For the other is hidden away, on purpose...out of books! If you do! BEHOLD! the Holy Spirit is with you in good looks! This goes out to ones who's eyes shut some to hear To fears that question cries in sight of there ears To all, the ignorant unwilling of this deception: A truth has kept to my calling, sent by an ascension That your congregation beholds a sly spoken truth Hosted as conversations between lies cleft as tooth They teach children up is down, and down is uppish Spinning the needle around to displace the compass And forget the laws to which is righteous All that is, is tossed to false rights to be lifeless... Only to be rose from ashes on the count of one clue That Jesus is our salvation, through him we become unto Truth.
New Thinking I like to offer different angles on important topics Twisting my mouth to strangle gossip on popular logic And so what ? It's my choice to spit against the wind To counter the claims deployed despite the friction it pins And I've always felt it a dangerous stance to simply agree What does this grant you ? If you ask me, its fleecing the free So lost with it all, at correcting the cause which corrodes Like iron on a tin can, paused to rust down insane rail roads And if I may, allow me to be self-righteous, you ignorant kids For are we not callous saying that in intellect stands bliss ? I tell the truth, none can flip in another's seasonal gymnasium Summer rolls and Fall springs shut Winter into molten stadiums Once you leave this establishment you're a means to an end In a fashion sense: Keys bolted without lock, fit to offend Then choke-slammed into the All Seeing Eye of Compliance All that is, is co-planned into dying kinds of self reliance So, if nothing is as it seems and lies do exist Who's ready to wake up and stand up to this ? Listen to the quantifying reality hitting empirical bats Qualifying a genius virtuosity wearing old harmonic hats That is to say, FOX, CNN, MSNBC all live feed us most earnestly All lie to slide subserviently past the cost of furnishing Dividing a grace, to support Nancy addicting her fancies Oh Nancy Grace, inflicting up spin with new poll dancing So, tickle your own Elmo. Drop news anchor elbows Force the news reel to core out real flavored apples I sing you the truth, Cotton candy, sweet as most half-truths sold Demand we see the correct news reel told ! Roll the nightly news script, so satisfactory so Demand in light of free thinking souls rights to know In this national syndicated trauma broadcast hour Click your remote, allow only the contrasted go sour These media vultures dizzy society like flying saucers Nitpicking the free fallen, thus sky diving like vultures Rather, yet again. . . Timid is the blinded, though, superiority never minded
New Thinking I like to offer different angles on important topics Twisting my mouth to strangle gossip on popular logic And so what ? It's my choice to spit against the wind To counter the claims deployed despite the friction it pins And I've always felt it a dangerous stance to simply agree What does this grant you ? If you ask me, its fleecing the free So lost with it all...at correcting a cause which corrodes Like iron on a tin can, paused to rust away old rail roads And if I may, allow me to be self-righteous, you ignorant kids For are we nimble saying that in intellect stands bliss ? I tell the truth, none may flip in another's mental gymnasium Ideas spring shut answers cremated in some skeletal stadium Once you leave this athletic chess you're a means to an end In a fashion sense, fitted fast without lock, fit to offend Then choke-slammed into the All Seeing Eye of Compliance That is, co-planned into a dying pen of no self reliance So, if nothing is as it seems and lies do exist Who's ready to wake up and stand up to this ? Listen to the quantifying reality hitting empirical bats Qualifying this genius virtuosity, wearing old harmonic hats That is to say, FOX, CNN, NBC. All assemble us in great flexibility An ensemble pridefully disguised behind wide vulnerabilities Divide and conquer, make no room for wrong answers To export lies and import big blooms of societal cancers So, you tickle your own Elmo. I Drop news anchor elbows Set truth to News by coring out real flavored apples Didn't I tell you ? I like to offer different angles on important topics Twisting my mouth to strangle gossip on popular logic If you think you are mentally smart, smooth and skilled Remember: shit is false if you are spoon fed this ooze as milk Because Pseudo Intellect bows to illuminated minds Find the time to insinuate this and please plot this find In the end, Timid is the blinded, though, superiority never minded National syndicated trauma shows us just who is binded This media culture, dizzies society like flying saucers Nitpicking the free fallen, thus sky diving like vultures
Dear Dr. Seuss, (part TWO) Pen-pal friend ! What's up Big Pimpin' ? Sit down with steady sails, then listen Since last I wrote a lot has happened Life hit a low note, not that your asking It was me, all me who hit rock bottom Trying to take you with, that last Autumn Well, I'm better now... ... life is fulfilling I've not cut, stabbed or thought of killing I respect you now Seuss, see this or not I again study Cat in the Hat, I read it a lot But one issue still bothers me, Doctor Seuss My baby child loves to knot up a proper noose She wears them. As bow-ties around her neck I asked who taught her, she lies big I suspect Did you teach it, in that one 500 Hats book ? Or with the Sneetches when Stars shook ? Don't matter really, she has intelligent digits She pulls it to bed and snuggles a kiss with it And slips it on to climb trees... kids will be kids Reminds me of me, when I done did what I did Damn, dude I just noticed something horribly Seuss She is coking notably wearing that noose My infant child had just spit up her food In an instant too, warm face to cold crude Blood followed, spilling out digested soup It' sick Seuss, intestines pushing out poop Her eyes roll around, flickering outside in EEWW, illustrating one sickening skeleton Her pupils, so crossed by blood shot veins Cool story bro, she sure does got A game Still, despite her terror I continue writing She is OK, just an error in life shes fighting It's funny how that noose looks so custom Her neck, Ah, shes trying to loosen it some It don't matter, bro. Me and you are still tight She looks OK, as long as your Rhymes feel right Should I help her. Have answer ? So do tell I could see if she's alive, shit looks brutal LOL Seuss, I love her noose collar though I would tell her it's cute, is that odd or no ? She's self conscious over things at home I guess you wrote it best, leave her alone I will, but damn dude Her nose drools pockets of crusted discord It looks like ooze in buckets of shit storms Bubbling in the likeness of swampy water I'm frightened bro, should I plan to call her ? I see two hands tear out clumps of hair She is really mangled there up in that chair Locks pulled from patches of bruised skull Dude, bro....Seuss, this our next story call LOL We could call it Vomit and Noose Ties More Vomit, but this time cut by sharp cries I don't want to bother her, I am writing you She gets up set when daddy don't approve To be fair, she so looks content in danger It's cool to be so Red under pressure major A peculiar smile hangs about her effortlessly She really likes your books Seuss respectively Hit me back bro, we got to coloab this soon If not, I promise to stab and go mad with doom Remember the last time, ramb
I saw one phantom sky with hazy yoke.. Of a Sun welted against ten photon strokes Its rays striped out, ripping up big city blocks Like a thief tearing down doors with no knocks It was with this that I sat in Detroit city Pissing Storms to shit bricks on this gritty I told myself about the plight of Detroit How it was the factories fight to exploit This must the be the reason for its dirt Of it's dismal hope in seasons of hurt I marveled at the contrast, poor vs. rich Like bomb blasts, bursting 1st in sixths I stand near the historic Imperial tower Its proximity is prolific, in shards of power Several wounds clip my mental attention My half truths bombed from a treble of tensions Sounds of old growth built on new money A suckling of silk with much less honey I noticed dirty slums and golden towers The poor carrying big lies up long hours The rich born of yellow brick roadways Soft gold, paving it always the old way I spit out rage against this system To save a world, I sit against them That static and division are increasing In panic, in which the rich are seizing Broken sidewalks led to more tangled brick Roads spun in grid lock, upsetting the sick The garbage, in shadows below this control In ghetto cancer cells, losing to drown souls I warped my scarf tight, the crispy wind grows Hiding me against the million broken windows On one street I saw the rape of dignity The theft of virginity in old days of infinity Ten women walk past holding dogs, talking I turned around and saw the dog walk barking I speak one political song on loud speakers Dropping in lists weak notes, musically weaker I saw the rich laugh from high rise suites Pointing fingers below, lying through teeth When you're king for a day, it's cheap You become a holiday whore for weeks So I remembered the Sun storm coming It was drumming to account for something To hold a judgment in busy committees Raining hard to shower this decrepit city Unbelievably mind numbing Striking an incline, its humming Caution was a word found breathing in hell People were veins and the streets were cells Living city only thinking in vain... Understand, this is fucking insane
My Professors say people are just dumb destitute animals Assembled in busted up Earth: atoms issuing mandibles Life begun they say, "In the insane primordial soup Bing-Bang stars. . . bust ocean-nut in chemical loops Soup spontaneously generates in an act of creation DNA formed somehow and Satan made indoctrination" These scholars teach to do what feels good, ignore God Animals don't have morals, might as well kill with bombs I raised a hand, asked if Great Grandpa was a banana ? His face said yes. I didn't understand all this mantra, "An Evolutionary tinker selects from random carbons Like mercenaries of death hoeing weed from gardens" Um, What ? As an animal I would act, because I was one. A Lion Of matter of fact, I obey only me, that's no lie son I was blown away, only to be Periodic elements science applies all things with idiotic experiments I love Evolution I pulled a gun out of my back pack, clicky clack I racked the slide back, shot instantly in attack First round plugged the professors skull back A Misty cloud of blood said I knew the facts I shot the teaching assistant too...execution Wanting him to know I understand Evolution Rest of the students simply cried, in denial ? This is application and how to ace the Final Taking a student by the hair, we left together Books dropped, calling all birds of one feather In the campus yard he escaped my control I rip shots to halt him, scrapping his skull OH well, this is survival of the fittest, weak fool Probably the sickest traits leaving the gene pool I then noticed a motorcycle approaching near I emptied a clip into his 'adaptive' riding gear Denting his head in, I demonstrated selection A loss, my gain. Mutation introduced, correction On my new motorcycle I sped down University avenue in quick suspension With certainty I ride trusting my public education I saw ten thousand animals on the sidewalks Smart primates wearing ipods, buying small talk I pop random shots and smile at the females Figuring they like assholes who don't feel well I thought Wicked lies hurt, conversed in half truths. Of thirsting eyes converting past phone booths This consequential terror tallies up Continental divide Do or die, death in error or suffer to confide ? Lips of righteousness never, ever, ever uproot Despite in consequences against this pursuit It's all striking sulfur to insulate match sticks Buffering what's in you, baits past magic tricks Altars of hate author paying on deceptive deposits Day light saving offers Slaves barter on dejected pockets Later, I arrive at my parents house like a baboon To demonstrate my attention in the class room... The tv was on, breaking news at Michigan State Some killer was loose, displaying incredible hate I told them that a selective force was natural One bullet left, maybe Darwin was not factual... Dad stopped, what the fuck are you doing Ed ? Mom's eyes popped, I butt the barrel to my head Click, Pulled the trigger. my head exploded into a slimy mess I just showed them. I was a great learner and scientist I live Evolution. The End.
It rained last night and the garden is moist Smells like smoke and it smells so clean The sun is shining like a white friendly light
I don't agree at all with your poem about evolution, but it was still quite entertaining and very powerfully written. Story and meaning were very carefully entwined and the dark humor and sickening action highlighted your message well. The line ending in 'son' was a little off though..
as always Duck, I really appreciate you reading and commenting. Thank you. Son was only used to get that line to rhyme, "Lion/Lie son"...lol
Six operated the greater plan they all... Picked pocketed a paper bag In it was... A girl hominid...behavior bad! whom... Gets closeted in Nature's pad to... Fix gossip in then lecture grads And it goes: It's sick this flavor is a major fad Absent is this neighbor, Mary Anne She is daffodils, kissing on this Handy Mann Her bitching insists on priss, I is Peter Pan Eyes rolling, legs split her Miss. beaver dam She be eager and a leader of either plan Trick-or-treat, but inhale her in a Reefer Van This is getting out of hand, My psyche is sirens sounding mad Time is Gotham, time is ad-hominam I recall a silence in a golden asylum man On an island swollen with diamond bands In holds of Zion, deep oceans of almond sands Broken, corrosion, the omen keeps on going and... Mary Anne for a moment shook then slammed with shoulders of knowing...what our futures had. And it was not pretty. Love, A better man.
what do you think Duck ? Hot November I saw the sky churning as oceans of ashes Turning down rays of fire, fallout & flashes Burning up the night, kissing noble November Mixing the air with embers, opals, & splendors Exhaled from the heaven as pyroclastic flow To earth, blasting arrows with strong tip bows The Most High showed, sizzling the Creation And the people choked, shriveling like raisins To all the wicked who took Satan's evil image: You best believe this vision means only business I saw this storm swallow the world's population Airtight, noway avoiding assured demonstration I got down on my knees, hands spread apart Beseeching God, believing he sees only hearts And if I am worthy, spare me not any concern I have children, they wouldn't be ready to burn I closed my eyes, perceiving a centurion sky Wrapping my mind against seven billion cries I saw, Ten thousand angels playing Chutes & Ladders With tools of harvest to tear truth from answers I saw all World powers raise up skeleton armies Behaving odd against a coming elephant tsunami Humanity running against the Host of Heaven Soaking up blood in the body fields of tension I saw Napoleon in front riding with a battle flag And Alexander in red planing amplitude in rags Following them were one hundred million soldiers Waging to circle a tree called Life, to mow it over The branches were thick trunks of Lebanon cedar At the base, a colossal end with a genuine reaper The sky furnace above waxed hot, torching like hell The tree went up in flames and the armies swelled The air was a thick cloud of chromatic volcano I blinked my eyes finally and behold the inferno! I saw, One hundred million necks hang from the Great Tree Dangling in the dense wind, swaying like quaint leaves A million silhouettes peppered the skyline like salt licks Collecting ash and scorch, limed with motor and brick All at once I heard the collective all cry out, gasping A last full measure asking mercy for trespassing A few moments later, I looked at both my hands, lifting my head high Giving praise to God that he let me be left alive I spit dirt and ash out, smacking my lips in thirst I vow to repent and to live within the scriptures I buttoned up my coat, tonight a hot wind grows Protecting me against the infinite day of hot coals....
