I stood on that platfrm
Staring at her, staring at me
Thnkng if she
Was thnkng 'bout me
Reciting these words
So elegantly
To her ears
She sat there,like the most perfect Elyssian to have ever graced the valhalla thrones
I looked into her eyes
And this mighty current
Of
Electric charges
Of
Unknwn poles
Rushed through my feeble body causing all sorts
Of
Mechanical faults to my bones
She was the chosen one
I raisd my right foot and placed it on the left path
Leaving my left foot with no options left,but right
Wordless to speak
And emotionless to show
I gazed at her sight
Step,step,step
I drew closer to her side
She amazed me
She taunted my soul
And a few seconds after a few seconds
I made impressing her,my goal
Because
She could be the one who raises me UP when I fall
Or
Calms me down when I brawl
With the tough,cruel and merciless challenges of life
Anyway
There I was,rooted to the floor
Meeting eye to eye with this zeus like figure
And I
A titan,on his knees digging the ground,a few blocks of rocks away frm the core
But then she spoke
She said that I had to utter some powerful words
That would dissolve into her neural worlds
Which would translate them into Lehman's words,and carry the blood circulation that would open the hinges to her palms and slam them back together again
And again
And again
And all that,to describe a clap
So I rily had to study my poetic map
And find the pieces of the puzzle that would fill that gap
Between me and her
This was aphrodite herself
Aftr a few moments had passed,we wa stil talkng
And the bonds between me and her wa stil locking
She told me that she loves men who drive their vehicles fast enough to give her that ELECTRIC feeling
So I told her,I wud remove my engine and put a transformer instead,so that I give her that SHOCKING feeling
When I drive
Then I realised that she likes jokes
'cause she said to me
"excuse me Mr.
Do you want to know somethng realy breath-taking?"
I said sure
Then she said, "the Lungs"
And just before I realesed my tickling fangs on her
The host appeared
Summoned all the poets backstage and we all adhered
But right before I left
I asked her,her name
She said,
" I'm Audience, and you are?"
I said I'm Poet...
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
THE TUBE by Abu Sense
Wat your government pays for
It gets
It's time we understand,that people try to maintain empires and create empires,do it by manipulating the people they want to conquer
The men behind the curtain do not want you to be educated
They do not want you to think too much
That is why our world has become so poliferated with entertainment,mass media,television shows,amusement parks,drugs,alcohol and evry kind of entertainment to kip the human mind entertained so that u dnt get in the way of important people by duin too much thinking
There are people who are guiding your life and u dnt even knw it
Were're in a lot of trouble
Because you and seven billion other people are being done the same thing
The only truth you know is wat u get from this tube(T.V)
There is an entire generation who's whole knowledge system is built frm this tube
This tube is the gospel
The ultimate revelation
This tube can make or break presidents,popes,prime ministers
This tube is the mst awsme goddamned force in the whole Godless world
And where were we wen it fell in the hands of the wrong people?
And wen the largest company in the world controls the most awsme goddamned propaganda force in the whole Godless world who knows wat Shit we'll be in for years to come?
Television is not the truth
Television is a damned amusement park
Television is a circus,a carnivor,a travelling troop of acrobats,storytellers,dancers,singers,jugglers,sideshow freaks and football players,
But we people,seat there,day aftr day,night aftr night,all ages,colours,creams,to watch the tube
The men inside the tube are all we know
We're beginning to believe the illusions they are spinning
We're beginning to believe and think the tube is reality,that our own lives are unreal
We do wateva the tube tells us to do
We dress like the tube,eat like the tube,raise our children like the tube,we even think like the tube
This is mass madness!!We're MANIACS
In God's name,we people are the real thing,they are the illusion!!
Adapted frm: "Network"1976
Educate!
It gets
It's time we understand,that people try to maintain empires and create empires,do it by manipulating the people they want to conquer
The men behind the curtain do not want you to be educated
They do not want you to think too much
That is why our world has become so poliferated with entertainment,mass media,television shows,amusement parks,drugs,alcohol and evry kind of entertainment to kip the human mind entertained so that u dnt get in the way of important people by duin too much thinking
There are people who are guiding your life and u dnt even knw it
Were're in a lot of trouble
Because you and seven billion other people are being done the same thing
The only truth you know is wat u get from this tube(T.V)
There is an entire generation who's whole knowledge system is built frm this tube
This tube is the gospel
The ultimate revelation
This tube can make or break presidents,popes,prime ministers
This tube is the mst awsme goddamned force in the whole Godless world
And where were we wen it fell in the hands of the wrong people?
And wen the largest company in the world controls the most awsme goddamned propaganda force in the whole Godless world who knows wat Shit we'll be in for years to come?
Television is not the truth
Television is a damned amusement park
Television is a circus,a carnivor,a travelling troop of acrobats,storytellers,dancers,singers,jugglers,sideshow freaks and football players,
But we people,seat there,day aftr day,night aftr night,all ages,colours,creams,to watch the tube
The men inside the tube are all we know
We're beginning to believe the illusions they are spinning
We're beginning to believe and think the tube is reality,that our own lives are unreal
We do wateva the tube tells us to do
We dress like the tube,eat like the tube,raise our children like the tube,we even think like the tube
This is mass madness!!We're MANIACS
In God's name,we people are the real thing,they are the illusion!!
Adapted frm: "Network"1976
Educate!
CUPID
Crippled with my arrow,
He walks with a stick like Moses,
With fantastic,fresh red-roses,
He pauses and kneels down and proposes,
to her,
Her,his queen with venetian decency,
Walks with strides of ectacy,
Maneuvers her curves graciously,
And recently,she vowed decently to fulfill her fantasy and tie the knot,based on this poetry and chemistry between them,
To make a rhyming halogen group!
Covalent bonding,she made his heart ring opposite,more like 'dong ding'
He,a brave warrior with a heart of ferrum or iron,filled with loving ions,his eye on their present,and i own their future,get the iron-y?
I am cupid in the viscinity,
Filled with anger and misery,
Because my archery,left me,
Wingless with a broken arrow,i miss targets narrow,and swallow my failure,
bitter taste with a sickening smell like that of a dead sparrow!
My target was not them,but all the same,with all the shame am happy for Mercy and Shem!
My broken arrow was on a far greater service,my target was Lucifer and earth,make him work community service as his idea of love making,
Love is the antidote to evil,
I wanted to hook up earth to the devil,
Matching in a whole new level,
So that they ravel in,
Love making that will make them cum,peace and prosperity,
World Economy with a universal currency,
And currently,i have failed earth,i am burden filled that the devil walked sadly scot free,cost free to him but costly to us!But God could see my efforts,he has us covered,lets pray!ameen
He walks with a stick like Moses,
With fantastic,fresh red-roses,
He pauses and kneels down and proposes,
to her,
Her,his queen with venetian decency,
Walks with strides of ectacy,
Maneuvers her curves graciously,
And recently,she vowed decently to fulfill her fantasy and tie the knot,based on this poetry and chemistry between them,
To make a rhyming halogen group!
Covalent bonding,she made his heart ring opposite,more like 'dong ding'
He,a brave warrior with a heart of ferrum or iron,filled with loving ions,his eye on their present,and i own their future,get the iron-y?
I am cupid in the viscinity,
Filled with anger and misery,
Because my archery,left me,
Wingless with a broken arrow,i miss targets narrow,and swallow my failure,
bitter taste with a sickening smell like that of a dead sparrow!
My target was not them,but all the same,with all the shame am happy for Mercy and Shem!
My broken arrow was on a far greater service,my target was Lucifer and earth,make him work community service as his idea of love making,
Love is the antidote to evil,
I wanted to hook up earth to the devil,
Matching in a whole new level,
So that they ravel in,
Love making that will make them cum,peace and prosperity,
World Economy with a universal currency,
And currently,i have failed earth,i am burden filled that the devil walked sadly scot free,cost free to him but costly to us!But God could see my efforts,he has us covered,lets pray!ameen
The Life and times of me
You see,me times is just for me,until i am misunderstood,
but misunderstanding shouldnt be explained.
More like who put a ring on Saturn with all the single planets,
who was the pedro at the wedding?
Was Pluto played?to seclude himself that far?
Why is Venus associated with women and mars with men?
I bet most of We-Men,
would prefer being Neptunes,why?
Simple,they make good beats and best of all,
they float next to Ur-anus,
so that we can kick your ass anytime,
back to me,religion has a big slice of my being,
it guides my superiority neglecting the fact that I am not the staunch-est of followers,
poetry goes beyond nursery rhymes,
though i composed them during nursery times,
and among my nursery crimes,
i never slept in the afternoon,but admired the nursery dimes,
what?yeah,why you surprized i had game even when i was 5years old,
i used to whisper sweet uniqueness,
more like, ''hey,when you lie down facing up,the ceiling blushes''
then their armour crushes,
flashes of brilliance of a nursery kid,
rared like a nursery seed,
your surprized?dont be...you've seen the eclipse,the wonders of the world,tsunami,hurricanes?right?
Dont be stunned at me,
i know of a she-friend who used to seduce boys and had sex with them at just 10years in primary,
im not saying i fell victim,but hey,YOU NEVER KNOW,
i am divided into Akil,Elpoet and Ahmed...
You see,Akil is the brains and that cocky dude you bump into,especially if you are a hot girl or one of my close friend,
Elpoet is just a wussy character that Ahmed brought into the picture because apart from being a computer wizz,he could also rhyme,so,
why serve two masters at a time when you can cell-divide your personna in this artistic world.
Ahmed-the bright shy boy,witty but too soft and weak,i had to kill this dude,i stabbed him in the belly and jerked the blade up!
But somehow,his ghost still haunts me,
and was just recently very influencial in deciding a very important dillema,
its always about girls right?
I pity the people who suffer the wrath of Akil,Elpoet and Ahmed at the sametime,
like someone,no naming him/her,again just recently,
how awful is that,a cocky,heartless, remoarseless liar,a wussy poet and a vengeful,weak,soft ghost all up your ass,
they say vengence makes a mammoth out of a mouse,so you feel my pity right?
Continuation of my sad tale,ill tell...tonight,blessed day people!
but misunderstanding shouldnt be explained.
More like who put a ring on Saturn with all the single planets,
who was the pedro at the wedding?
Was Pluto played?to seclude himself that far?
Why is Venus associated with women and mars with men?
I bet most of We-Men,
would prefer being Neptunes,why?
Simple,they make good beats and best of all,
they float next to Ur-anus,
so that we can kick your ass anytime,
back to me,religion has a big slice of my being,
it guides my superiority neglecting the fact that I am not the staunch-est of followers,
poetry goes beyond nursery rhymes,
though i composed them during nursery times,
and among my nursery crimes,
i never slept in the afternoon,but admired the nursery dimes,
what?yeah,why you surprized i had game even when i was 5years old,
i used to whisper sweet uniqueness,
more like, ''hey,when you lie down facing up,the ceiling blushes''
then their armour crushes,
flashes of brilliance of a nursery kid,
rared like a nursery seed,
your surprized?dont be...you've seen the eclipse,the wonders of the world,tsunami,hurricanes?right?
Dont be stunned at me,
i know of a she-friend who used to seduce boys and had sex with them at just 10years in primary,
im not saying i fell victim,but hey,YOU NEVER KNOW,
i am divided into Akil,Elpoet and Ahmed...
You see,Akil is the brains and that cocky dude you bump into,especially if you are a hot girl or one of my close friend,
Elpoet is just a wussy character that Ahmed brought into the picture because apart from being a computer wizz,he could also rhyme,so,
why serve two masters at a time when you can cell-divide your personna in this artistic world.
Ahmed-the bright shy boy,witty but too soft and weak,i had to kill this dude,i stabbed him in the belly and jerked the blade up!
But somehow,his ghost still haunts me,
and was just recently very influencial in deciding a very important dillema,
its always about girls right?
I pity the people who suffer the wrath of Akil,Elpoet and Ahmed at the sametime,
like someone,no naming him/her,again just recently,
how awful is that,a cocky,heartless, remoarseless liar,a wussy poet and a vengeful,weak,soft ghost all up your ass,
they say vengence makes a mammoth out of a mouse,so you feel my pity right?
Continuation of my sad tale,ill tell...tonight,blessed day people!
Monday, November 29, 2010
He Staggers
He staggers,
walking against the traffic,
a jay walker,
just from 5 tequilla shots,a johny walker,
bottle held with a tight grip in his hands,
the last thing he can afford to lose,
after his loved one kicking the basket,
now he jay walks,
kicking small baskets,tins and pebbles on his way!
Staggering!
He staggers,
instead of celebrating her life,
he celibates his life,
he jay walks,
against the traffic,
hoots and screeches!
As caring drivers avoid hitting him,
yelling, 'fuck you'
he staggers!
Was appreciated,born alert but in two weeks,
he is,
Emaciated,torn apart and too weak,
life draining inside him,
eyes,bloodshot red,
drunk to his last vein,
trying to kill himself,in vain,
pain,torture,memories in his brain driving him insane!
hoots and screeches,
a jay walker,
he staggers
beep,beep,beeeeeeep!
A drunk driver caught unawares,
emergency brakes,hand break,
loss of control,
loses control and our jay walker is flying to the sidewalk,
in the air,
he staggers,
out of the velocity and strength of collision,
bones break,tissues tear,
bonds break,issues stare,
at an unfair battle of two drunkards,
no ambulance yet?
His life playing poker with him using drunk cards,
the odds so against him,
he staggers no more!
His conscience knows more,
though,
he bleeds,
from the wounds outside and within,
angel of death,
monitoring his breath,
a foul smell of disillusionment,pain,torture and alcohol,
his breath feds away,
the fatal wounds in his chest giving his life away,
he staggers no more,
he dies!
Someone ought to have reminded him romeo and juliet was a movie!
walking against the traffic,
a jay walker,
just from 5 tequilla shots,a johny walker,
bottle held with a tight grip in his hands,
the last thing he can afford to lose,
after his loved one kicking the basket,
now he jay walks,
kicking small baskets,tins and pebbles on his way!
Staggering!
He staggers,
instead of celebrating her life,
he celibates his life,
he jay walks,
against the traffic,
hoots and screeches!
As caring drivers avoid hitting him,
yelling, 'fuck you'
he staggers!
Was appreciated,born alert but in two weeks,
he is,
Emaciated,torn apart and too weak,
life draining inside him,
eyes,bloodshot red,
drunk to his last vein,
trying to kill himself,in vain,
pain,torture,memories in his brain driving him insane!
hoots and screeches,
a jay walker,
he staggers
beep,beep,beeeeeeep!
A drunk driver caught unawares,
emergency brakes,hand break,
loss of control,
loses control and our jay walker is flying to the sidewalk,
in the air,
he staggers,
out of the velocity and strength of collision,
bones break,tissues tear,
bonds break,issues stare,
at an unfair battle of two drunkards,
no ambulance yet?
His life playing poker with him using drunk cards,
the odds so against him,
he staggers no more!
His conscience knows more,
though,
he bleeds,
from the wounds outside and within,
angel of death,
monitoring his breath,
a foul smell of disillusionment,pain,torture and alcohol,
his breath feds away,
the fatal wounds in his chest giving his life away,
he staggers no more,
he dies!
Someone ought to have reminded him romeo and juliet was a movie!
The Truth Man
His black ashy feet step on the cracked earth
Raising the dust to the heavens
He now walks with the chicks and ducklings after losing his place among the ravens
He was a wordsmith
He taps his index finger on the side of his brain
As his elbow rests on the platform of his pain
And the ruthless fall of the droplets of the rain
Drain his memories and dreams out of his life frame
He was a wordsmith
He tarmaced his way across the streets of the doorless houses
That sheltered the widowed spouses
He was sad
His right shoe had a punctured hole that poked out one forth of his toe which owned a lump of dark soil underneath its nail
This was but a perfct way to shelter the stench he held that circumnavigatd round his right foot inside the punctured shoe
The holes in his trouser's pockets were just a few
As compared to his shirt
One could safely presume,he was a torn man
They had rejected him
Everywhere he walked
People pinched their noses tightly,holding their breaths
As if the monster from the sewers came to life and walked the streets of their perfect rosy world
Nevertheless
He was once among the elite
But not the 1 percent who own 40 percent of the planet's wealth leaving the 99 struggling for the 60
No
But,among the Amanda Diva,Nikki Jiovanni,Malcom X,Nelson Mandela,Martin Luther,Shaka Zulu,Roger Bonair-Agard elite
Who talk/talked of freedom and struggle
Of peace,love and unity and struggle
Of life without fear and struggle
Who live/lived less luxurious lives and struggled
And struggled
And struggled
And struggled
And now that we know how the truth hurts
We have left this truth man with torn parts
So here is judgment day
Prepare for the tonnes of lies that you are to say
For you left the truth man at bay!
Now he walks the streets
With his shaggy complexion
Right after facing rejection
The truth man!
Raising the dust to the heavens
He now walks with the chicks and ducklings after losing his place among the ravens
He was a wordsmith
He taps his index finger on the side of his brain
As his elbow rests on the platform of his pain
And the ruthless fall of the droplets of the rain
Drain his memories and dreams out of his life frame
He was a wordsmith
He tarmaced his way across the streets of the doorless houses
That sheltered the widowed spouses
He was sad
His right shoe had a punctured hole that poked out one forth of his toe which owned a lump of dark soil underneath its nail
This was but a perfct way to shelter the stench he held that circumnavigatd round his right foot inside the punctured shoe
The holes in his trouser's pockets were just a few
As compared to his shirt
One could safely presume,he was a torn man
They had rejected him
Everywhere he walked
People pinched their noses tightly,holding their breaths
As if the monster from the sewers came to life and walked the streets of their perfect rosy world
Nevertheless
He was once among the elite
But not the 1 percent who own 40 percent of the planet's wealth leaving the 99 struggling for the 60
No
But,among the Amanda Diva,Nikki Jiovanni,Malcom X,Nelson Mandela,Martin Luther,Shaka Zulu,Roger Bonair-Agard elite
Who talk/talked of freedom and struggle
Of peace,love and unity and struggle
Of life without fear and struggle
Who live/lived less luxurious lives and struggled
And struggled
And struggled
And struggled
And now that we know how the truth hurts
We have left this truth man with torn parts
So here is judgment day
Prepare for the tonnes of lies that you are to say
For you left the truth man at bay!
Now he walks the streets
With his shaggy complexion
Right after facing rejection
The truth man!
There is Paris
My Queen
There is Paris
You can see it on the outskirts of the horizon, can't you?
My biceps are torn
My triceps are gone
And I can row no longer,my Queen
Gracious Earth your highness!!
But is thou sight parallel to mine?
Do thou witness thee?
Do thous see what I see?
Oh let the horizon sink for sight clear
For hop awaits at the end of this sea
Let it dilute the horrendous that haunts our backs
The fire
The shipwreck
The angel of death who consumeths my fellow servants
And your husband,his highness
The ruler of once our land
That crumbles in war
What bloody rivers flow
In our dwellings my Queen
The storm has calmed
You are wetted by rain, unharmed
Yet I bleed from every tissue
Every vessel in me holds an issue
I suffer for you mistress
Even though,
Your survival is my interest,my Queen
My Queen
See this scene
Open your eyes
Let your sight reign
Let this beauty torment your pain
Destroy your sorrows
Let them fade in vain
As I have done mine,your highness
I have rowed this wooden plank
For seconds,and minutes,and hours,and days
But we are yet ashore
My Queen,my lungs are sore
Do you recall?
I dived chasing after your diamonds on the crown that made its way to the oceans floor
I failed
My bloodshot eyes opened in the salty water
I watched it go
Deep
Your highness,
Here we are
Afloat,just at the corner of death's left eye
He can't see us
I gues it's time I exhaled what I feel for you
Much apologies for what I will say to you
I have loved you
I have cherished you
I have eyed you
Not slave to master-wise
But like-love to obsession-wise
Maybe I could be yours and we would rule
I thought maybe
Because both our feet never freed the dust to the compound of a school
We were on the same boat
Even slaves have fantasies
If only I could break free from these chains
I could row better
Oh look!!
Look at Eiffel
Look how tall it stands
Stories of it circled inside the cell
Now I know the feeling
It circles round each and evry of my cell
Couple more feet your highness
We could marry
I could be freed
Slave+Queen
Cheap royalty
Rich loyalty
Great history
What say you your highness?
Your highness? Your highness?
So he saw you afterall?
Sadness
See me too
Slay my soul too
We are in the same boat
It's not my time,yet
I see soldiers on the sands of the shore
Back to slavery
Sigh!!
There is Paris
There is Paris
You can see it on the outskirts of the horizon, can't you?
My biceps are torn
My triceps are gone
And I can row no longer,my Queen
Gracious Earth your highness!!
But is thou sight parallel to mine?
Do thou witness thee?
Do thous see what I see?
Oh let the horizon sink for sight clear
For hop awaits at the end of this sea
Let it dilute the horrendous that haunts our backs
The fire
The shipwreck
The angel of death who consumeths my fellow servants
And your husband,his highness
The ruler of once our land
That crumbles in war
What bloody rivers flow
In our dwellings my Queen
The storm has calmed
You are wetted by rain, unharmed
Yet I bleed from every tissue
Every vessel in me holds an issue
I suffer for you mistress
Even though,
Your survival is my interest,my Queen
My Queen
See this scene
Open your eyes
Let your sight reign
Let this beauty torment your pain
Destroy your sorrows
Let them fade in vain
As I have done mine,your highness
I have rowed this wooden plank
For seconds,and minutes,and hours,and days
But we are yet ashore
My Queen,my lungs are sore
Do you recall?
I dived chasing after your diamonds on the crown that made its way to the oceans floor
I failed
My bloodshot eyes opened in the salty water
I watched it go
Deep
Your highness,
Here we are
Afloat,just at the corner of death's left eye
He can't see us
I gues it's time I exhaled what I feel for you
Much apologies for what I will say to you
I have loved you
I have cherished you
I have eyed you
Not slave to master-wise
But like-love to obsession-wise
Maybe I could be yours and we would rule
I thought maybe
Because both our feet never freed the dust to the compound of a school
We were on the same boat
Even slaves have fantasies
If only I could break free from these chains
I could row better
Oh look!!
Look at Eiffel
Look how tall it stands
Stories of it circled inside the cell
Now I know the feeling
It circles round each and evry of my cell
Couple more feet your highness
We could marry
I could be freed
Slave+Queen
Cheap royalty
Rich loyalty
Great history
What say you your highness?
Your highness? Your highness?
So he saw you afterall?
Sadness
See me too
Slay my soul too
We are in the same boat
It's not my time,yet
I see soldiers on the sands of the shore
Back to slavery
Sigh!!
There is Paris
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