Spontaneous Poems

Perhaps trouble binds you up.

I feel lucky in this. Distress pulls the words out of me like a particularly nasty flux, but I'd rather have the catharsis I get than the clogged sensation you, perhaps, have.

You'll have to acknowledge to yourself that was a nice start back, I hope it keeps up for you. You have some lovely pieces on here, and as mcee fya said "better out than in"

I mostly do lyrics now. They are far from spontaneous, so go into a different thread.

when the smoke is gone the dust settled
skys broke a dawn casting shadows on rusted metal
pinnocio trusted gippetto till he rusted
broke down and busted
kindleing smoke now in the urn burn now hes really makeing your body turn
what about the mind
give a ugh about the mind
live enough about the grime how you supposed to shine
posters signs
most r mine
comatose or blind
a ghost or the kind of living dead spending all night on white under cracked hall lights snowbells balls cancelled damsels in distress gamblein with ya death not a good choice if its ya only choice a homie hoyce gracie flesh is tastee when you have the pastee's eating you away leaveing you today and comeing back with a yak and some gack hand guns black clothing no skin exposing double agent double fragment grenade the page pens blades remember them days ten days in the hole the blaze in ya soul amazing gold all those days in my shack or laid in the cold deaths hold when breath hold let go get go get hold grow get hold of ya soul plug ya black holes when doin a verse a universe can act whole old can act young young can act old in fact do what ya told yourself get gold the wealth santa hold the elfs i work for my self divine self the minds health working with time its self watching the skys topping the highs dropping the lows below 8 0 8 make ya speaker blow gas meter low needle blow just got this car a week ago wasnt legal though buick regal sold need the flow to record how to read the road a needed foe friends close enemies aint supposed ta be closer kill um off just to be kosher listen im a man on a mission whether i look like michilian man or sound like michigan man this is the man shark swimming with the fishes an i got mermaids then poseiden look helen kellers playing charades hercules is bucking pegasus rideing take everything in stride a grain assault frontal lobe brain assault wasnt at first but became ya fault my aim catapault battle the hulk which is the results using wrist thick markers to tag peter parker cops need a marker for each piece of evidence in my speach rhyme shrapnel a time capsule im actually capable of crossbreeding an ape an a bull and you thought your bull was ape **** its unexcapable im gonna make it the truth naked even after a freefall my spandex tore cause cape ripped cant hide my secret identity anymore every news station taped it

take me to the water
where the calm meets the rough
extinguish my fire with a look
its the place i dream of
no more panic, there i am free
to live how i please, drifting with the breeze
dont it draw you outside?
out from mortar and stone
away from double glazing and central heatings warm
just the sunset or the purple and black sky
as if the moon is saying hi
we were made to roam the landscape
to cherish natures roots
instead we live in embelished suits and patent boots
i love the peace of the untouched
they all find a way to grow
and even under pavingstones
without the sun
a fighter will be born

mcfyaa - I liked the whole thing, but particularly liked these lines:


which were a departure and thus sort of a surprise, as you had established sort of a dreamy and 'drifting' ( a word you used) tone overall in the earlier part of the poem.

I wanted to tell you that I've been reading as you've been writing and I've been really struck lately by your work. To the point that when I see your name as the writer, I'm interested to read it.

when all light dies desguised in demise
angels loose there wings and demons fly
darkness over the shoulder shadow
in the deepest pit of the soul theres a battle
the corpses line the soldiers battle
the dollars battle
the scholars battle is a war
with multitudes of culture tools skulls sulk in pools of styx
put in training graduated school of styx
grimm reapers packed with crack
and nine milimeters
selling souls for phycological artifacts
lucy fur is gettin a part a that
shes pole danceing heart attacks
put her stilleto
through ya back gippetto
the flesh the life the death ta death
the breath chaseing your cold ears
hooks hold you buy the ears cause your kinda foods sold here
commonsense what they get sold for
cold years since the cold war
cold slabs in the cold mourge
sign the death certificate its terrific stripped of any legible marker
as decomposistion dont care about your years in the mission
or your fears in the mission
hearing the cardinal's posistion aint so fly
so eye sow a sight so high
might get to know the skys
grow heavens in your own brethen
when the last singularity of lights reverse polarity ignite
then fight
warriors are those people who dont stand back when it aint right
dont gotta be saint right
consult ya Basic Instructions Before Leaveing Earth
at the sacraficial ulter dont sacrafice half ya life before leaveing birth
b4 leaveing church
ask ya self what kinda society gas mask ya health
and when asked about
haveing brainwashed you , you have nothing to ask about
genetic code passed about wonder what thats about
thats when gats come out
lights in your city blacking out
when you dig to deep end up in the intestines of a sheep well its digesting
digressing you gonna figure it out or die guessing

I am so grateful for the vent of A2K.
To post my stuff is equivalent
To standing on the beach
Shouting my anguish to the wind.
Not so hard on my throat,
Not such a shock for any strangers
Who, all unobserved,
Might be sitting, sighing in the dunes.

Two years ago
I had never once expressed my feelings.
Not verbally, on paper,
Quietly to myself,
Certainly not in rhyme.
Barely knew I felt,
To be honest.

This nifty Acme valve
Works wonders in keeping me
Strait jacket free,
Not so efficacious
Allaying confusion.

what Aidan said

and i especially liked this

I have been reading your work professor
You have a multitude of words - a never ending supply
I'm always interested in what you post
You make me wish i could write better rap!
Strangely, when i try - it seems to turn into a bloody rhyme again!

Hi spikepipsqueak

I like your poem very much



I've had a great read, folks --thanks

Thank you very much i appreciate that !! Endy


The Legions which stood as foot soldiers for every leg of the land
gladiators sworn creed
of which the skin adorned and blood we bleed
into the collesum graveyards a museum souls of kings human beings
the dawn forth comeing oracle seeing every historical being
the search a quest inside the hearts of griffins to reach the depth
the fallen shield shattered helms last strength gathered overwhelmed
ruined path leading to the ancients paved in patients
heavens silloutted in the shadows of astral projection
no stone unturned in the battle for the castles protecion
drum of the feet and the hearts beats
ready the men enemys approach merlins cloak blood soaked
horizon awoke slept a wink b4 the skys rise in smoke
looked at the last trace of the moon saw hope when the horizon spoke
tales of great people
wind caught by the great under lord whose tail snapped at the chance to judge the fate of people
each warrior a blade made equal
the power within the eye of the beholder
before the teams assembled attempts to bolderdash where on atlas's shoulders
as the weight of fate shaked the solars
soldiers moulders of bolder moral ethic alliance
sorcerers paladins mages warriors in defiance
ancients and elementals remain in silence
wizards an remaining chain mail doing holy grail science
chants from the sirens of serendipity give unto warning
spectral matter forming
its not a matter of being born king
as thoughts dawn recognition flash of morning
swarming the inner circle with news of judas in midst of society
not the types of musketeers to sit quietly
every oak in the country with wanted signs
another saddle of troops gone to find
in the culdrins cultures crawling to find a calling
without falling , conversations sparks memorys flood
remember thee blood
memorys smudged
magic rug wont fly pegasus trapped in olympus
have to use my nimbus
flowing phoniex through the veins
medusa's lips no longer taste so sweet
life take hold again midas soul speak
waves crash portside storm approaching winds stir into passionate distrust
this lust between sky and water is us
gateways to the gathering gained
access to the walls integrity shattered the pane to the temporal plane
titans giants immortals elementals travelling on the eyes of eclipse
glimpse at all of it
shift in the quantum structure caused a reality split
cause of this duality there just might not be a casualty on the ship
honor stripped naked reborn with no inflated ego
eyes of an eagle
hands of the samurai taught by the monks how to desguise in the people
find lies in evil
put the truth in heart and rise in the eyes of people '

thankyou all so much for your positive feedback it really does mean alot and the fact you are interested in my writing, well i'm blown away, thats all i wanted, just to connect with people on a deeper level and its feels great x

somebody told her that she's stupid
somebody that she loved
she felt it was deserved
and thought of how she could
be better, harder, stronger, more thoughtful
maybe a little more articulate and less caught up
in all the little things, broader
see the world for what others think
maybe then they would applaud her

so she tried
she sang their song and danced their dance
in her stride, and she advanced
untill she could't grow no more
she'd be crazy like before, out of the norm
she bit her nails and sucked her thumb
wanting better, growing numb
routine ate her, and dreams of more began to hate her

stride became a grind and wore her down
until she died as one of them
conforming with rythm
hiding sorrow deep within

her heart gave up, for she was never not enough
she felt passion and knew of soul
she gave them art, displayed control
living wasnt easy in the slow
giving? what could she give after she gave it all

still they will never know
they plod along
exist, dont grow
her name is just a metaphor
for crazy, stupid as before
her heart is here
i know her soul
annie i wont just go along
that road is weak
my love your strong
when i reach your peak
we'll dance our dance and sing our song

Fog glows on the river.
Nostrils and whiskers
Make a bow wave
Which points at me.
As that curious nose
Investigates
And, finding me
Innocent of menace
Or interest,
Continues upstream
In the dusklight.
I walk on,
Pretending I haven't seen.

driven by the fire inside when its so cold out there
coal in his soul in between fists hold lungs air pressure
put diamond in the blindin light reminding night
of the amnesia got my dollar trying to affix the visa
have twelve daggers in my back when i swagger fix a ceasar
never stagger holding excalibur when grip cease up
ease up gotta tuck ya knees up
gotta beat a beat **** these up
sperm rap around the ovaries
learn that over seas
million to one chance my brother will win over me
watched the blind man eyes as he looked at me and saw some of himself
summoned himself
heartbeat drumming when self first
then wealth second
memory banking my selfworth
well seconds left on the clock
use my breath and i talk no sense
offense
no fence rideing liveing not dieing getting high an supply some sky to fly in
looked like a manican my eyes dry n no chance of crying mike anakin sky walker fly talker doctored the doctrine killin off the oxin to let the fox in faster then they hear do not mach him last option the gas mask drug popping blood dropping every time he bop um put um up or drop um
moppin the bombaclottin the floor more rotten then mourge my first ford more like a hurse pierced by swords im not curse my heart to fierce to take my life force light source course through my every energy of my entity as it enter me invade the enemy yo simmity sam kablam the land cause he was tired of paying a grand for a gram for the damned hell of a good reason for heaven well the reason for goods breatheing walking breeding bleeding needing takeing giveing fighting dieing living forgiving never forgetting the bloodletting blood letting us live also letting us killed bust pills up on the table dont even have cable have a cradle and no baby ladle no gravy sir im hungry may i have some more im money may i have some war and some store to sell a reason for leaveing mourges in the street indiscreet in ya face in ya faith in the fakes in disaste in the case in a race with rats place the traps with a mirror that reads face the facts base the acts on some other life story in the base of the back i have a spine that stands for the life before me before we fourty fourty pull out a fourty so drunk that liquid confidence shrunk ya compidence before me moral of the story sorry no apolagies no regrets no the depth which you step two step it takes two to tango two to tangle only one homie to mangle you to a triangle even pharos see it from my angle
legions lost inner demons halls of hallocaoust
jesus christ why do we double cross
trouble aint lost
its found ,sipping the waters of slaugher till you drown
two down
cane wasnt able and able was slain are you down
you started this project how long ago and its due now
what are u going to do now

you were a lady at your best

your face, the smile even when you’re mad
senseless conversations, your hands, tender on my eyes
I was taken, girl I cannot lie
grateful felt like a real man, to nurture and cherish
in a heartbeat, I was sold; just to keep the moonlight glare on your face
looked closely as you drew you cigarette, pink lips on that smoke
followed by a martini.... then another....
watched those soft hands on those olives
deep breath, my vision turned blurry
your smile, the curves turned into just lovely legs
I was raised by my gran; bad-man tricks I learned on the way
was raised in church; good-girls don’t smoke

the phantom of love, not desire
the cradle of lust, hearts never to grow fonder
tempting from a distance, deception of a fondler
expanding my horizon, seconds not to treasure
the secret I was seeking, I already knew and tasted
humility and shame you cannot measure
madness and blame, we both can stand
our promises; words were to falter
for when love starts in the bedroom, the aisle is by no means

despite all pleasure, above our boiling blood
the petite smell of that rubber, messed the ride
the silence of the moving bed felt loud
as I stared on that crack on the ceiling
it was time we changed the bulb,
fixed the crack, dusted the fan
and most probably stop lying to our souls
for when our bodies connect before our minds, love is dead despite our tries in making it

ive lost my faith
if i ever had it anyway
dont even believe in kharma
i could just walk around pushing strangers to the ground
roundhouse the dali lama "bitch"
stroll into a nursery swearing like i got tourettes
"**** having aspirations **** trying kids! life is pure luck, and you aint ******* got none so just ******* give it up"
drinking vodka with a speed chaser to sober up
sleeping with the enemy
who the **** cares? atleast im not scared
its the end of the world if you take him from me
i'll burn this **** down
public enemy number one
outlaw shoot up the town
landmine in your sock draw
take that
so dont you dare take him
braver than christopher columbus sailing off the edge of the world
he is you dont you see
without him theres just me
i am seraphine, the serpant whispers in my ear
telling of greed the sinner the seed
dont take addam from eve

wreckless theres no consiquence
what happens is coincidence
he's just having fun, if you get hurt
its you thats wrong, he's already gone
wrong place wrong time
maybe you touched a nerve
and ricosheyed into the rhyme
he ate you up and spat you out
and you loved to be inside his mouth
its all your fault, you carry round an open heart
wont you learn?
you had it coming from the start
he doesn't prey
catch just falls into his lap
he'll tell you what you want to hear
you walk into an unset trap
you can leave, walk away
he wont stop you
you're not prey
but he's got you
you cant go
untill he's full
you're full of woe
with lust on your lips
wanting more
hes gone
so just go

this is what im doing today im going to work to pay my bills to pave a way walking down this road alone aint going to the grave today feel like acting with honour brave today here to save the day whether its on the rebound or the three point fade away three joints to stay awake gotta stay on point 4 days till the last oink appointment i wonder which judge they appointed by they hey i mean the men in black blue and gray the red lipped lady with the pant suit even her trigger fingers hot she can shoot see im not ya average pants shoes song an dance my brains strong advanced into court for a look at the reporter wearing my fedora girl gotta quarta puerta veurta aura can't ignore the sweater vest on my chest useing dove cause it's fresher then zest investin the best put any question to rest the book in my hand dont make me look like ima crooked man gotta look a man in his eyes years on the bench can smell the stench and see through desguise a humble gift to the wise if you devise a scam to try to pull the wool over the eyes of a ham when its not a lamb you better have bought the land where you stand or your a chain man remain tamed quiet not mamed try it you got a brain children and a daugher mang the worst thang i saw in jail was'nt juvi that was like the movies it was truely grown men acting addicted acting a dick to a kid adding a tick to there rap sheet yea i was bad an ish but i cared about rap beats that streets mentality was in the air of arrogance ppl who couldnt pay there rent wanted to play pretend doing dope and waiting for the day to end crossing there chest at night praying to see the day again some of the sickest emcees played the pen till the ink grew jaws saw the fear in there tears the needle looked like the teeth of a tiger biteing into the flesh underneathe the crimson fire writeing appeared lighting the flesh with words of there lords fighting against death with embrace unto which they fall piles of smiles skulls staked in aisles sold in markets packed in a ready to start kit all its missing is a heart to start it hearts departed from brains long ago developing two tribes two scribes each leading two lives each bleeding what they were reading with two knives cutting away the trees to welcome the breeze selling the shore to the seas cause without the trees how could you afford th cure or the oxygen to breathe and what about those tv's bought um to believe to be free packaged and moved to two d an extra 10 twenty for three d and the total for these three cd's 39.73 see these bronze warriors walking the streets looking for weak to eat i see peeps rollin deep with swollen cheek im going speak if you going throw some then ima beat your freudian issues into submisson if you wanna use your fists ima make you a new orphis im not going to **** or piss a brick or make a whole city do backlips just cause i wanna make some money from crack hit im going to attack it by the same way we've blacked it urban culture whatever the pop result r active look its the same aunt jammima just different package thisnew design is better for the spine reults guaranteed everytime quality over quantity if i want tititties commoditities commonly alotta city's crime is'nt funding the rhyme its the hardworkers that shine my beats give pulse to a flatline whats the result of that line culture at the turn of time when the vultures become extinct what you gonna think what you gonna drink what you need a gun to think come to think of it if you want a shot at it start useing yea heart instead of ya mouth if you think you love it whateever surface the ink uncovet whatever the purpose churches doctors an nurses choir verses inspire verses entire empires and universes

What a day!
In the middle of Victoria's
Drab soaked Winter
You could have cut the air
And cleft the crystal.

A day to leave the heart aching
From altitude sickness.

Sky fit to snap.
Green beckoning anew.

A restless energy
Somehow tranquil too.

So green, so gold, so bright.
Every breath an urge to leap upright.