Spontaneous Poems

if i could take your pain
my brother
if i could ease the aches
my brother
i would take your place
my brother
if i could explain
my brother
if i could understand
my brother
if i could reach inside
my brother
i would kill that ****
inside my brother
if i could make it die
my brother
in the blink of an eye
my brother
if i could calm your mind
my brother
for you i would die
my brother
i try not cry
my brother
hold your hand and make you smile
my brother
its gonna be a while
my brother
but the sun will shine
my brother
we'll go outside
my brother
you will survive
my brother
because we've got eachother
beacuse i love
you brother

emcee fya you sound a lil angry with life whats up?


here maybe this'll make you feel better!!!

we all live this life, no matter how strange or obscure
going through recessions , insecure cause the jobs not secured
put ya hands up and drop the herb
stand up and drop the word
plead the fifth but opt the third
humanity ha a high dose of insanity well its what god offered
got offered a life of whats right and choose sacrafice
and the belief in an after life
tell me what are you going to do after life
ima have to write
rhyme up about half the night
yea pass the pipe
smoke some weed , if you llive fast the fight is the blast a white
but thats alot of people feeling cold in the snow pack the pipe
im not that cat liveing a basterd life
im giving back my life by liveing an forgiveing misgivings
this pit in my stomach can either seed and grow
or turn into a black hole
best friends are battleing the crack bowl
ones sellin it
end up doing a felon bit
get his melon clipped
others swelling lips when he lies and the ash off his tounge hits his eyes
its the devils its just desguised
listen you dont have to trust these guys
trust these skys
if you trust thee high
death in his hood with that lusty eye
caught ya looking
got ya looking
got ya cooking with baking soda
i love rap but hate that oh we making soldiers
cracks
wise cracks
looselips few chipped teeth and wide cracks
pure of heart
cure of dark
as humans we get our words to spark
when the worlds to dark
then the worlds to march right out of hells arch where heaven starts
i know you
and i flow true
hell is what you go through
heaven isnt the revrun but maybe the rev RUN DMC
its your brethren
its being able to see past the cable attached to the scratch
on the back of your head , when life isn't like back to your meds
your sick back to your bed
god swings down and smacks the back of your forehead
listen i love my life my family an my mama
mother teresa ghandi and the dhali lama
brothers in the middle east to fonzi and president obama
heck i dont even have beef with osama
i have pork on a fork and i dont even eat swine anymore
pay for it every time i pick a penny off the floor
soon will recycle the cycle
and the arch angels will look to michael


cmon hun how can you hate on the dhali lama , he's always smileing and he's transcended 90% of the time and hes looks so cool in that robe!!!

Cheer up life gets better and just when you feel there are no strings of destiny
you sow a life out of the universal loopholes !!!

I am a bit literal minded, and read mcee fya's piece as dealing with a brother with, perhaps? cancer.

mcee fya I so love the way you write, sorry the world seems to be slamming you.

FWIW, there are people "rooting" for you. (That is the BEST americanism, but I think you know what I mean)

The problem with poetry
My meaning may not be your meaning.
My dullness may be your gleaming.
My turn-off may be your creaming.
My turn-on might be day dreaming.
My dream? Escape the world's scheming.
Your pain might leave the world beaming.
That's just not right. Sets me to heaving.
The fit's too tight. Sets me to pounding
On the door, demanding
Egress. Propounding redress,
Demanding justice, freedom from hounding.
We all need grounding.
Some need weaning.
Security, leaning.
Honesty's leaving. There's grieving abounding,
Weaving round the insoluble mess.
Overdose of bitterness.
Doesn't seem to be a balm to bless,
Or any understanding.

that was nice Spike. You strirred up my own problems also, hope you wont mind

the problem with this world
you only see yourself through your own eyes
mounted on a less convenient position
seeing the whole picture is a mission
the size, the price, though you may rise
your pride may come and go like a tide
you are still judged by what’s left of you
despite the storms, how you stood strong
what’s inside is your only indication

the problem with me
is not an issue with others
but how I embrace my weakness
let it reign over me call it being human
for if I did not falter and allowed the demon
to take charge, better yet to charge
I would be stronger than the man himself
did I tell you about last night
it was bad but I don’t regret it
its my weakness and I love it

the problem is only mine
together we can walk the line
complement my lows with your highs
side by side there wont be frights
because I know you care despite being a stranger

words are what you make of them
a feeling or just words
if it stirs up your emotion
then i guess you're striking your own chords
i just put the plectrum in your hand
its up to you to play
but if the atmosphere is ripe
then you'll be jamming anyway

"hope you wont mind"

I think you said this somewhere else, too, slik.

Trust me. If ever there was a place where you can let it out without permission or apology - this would be it. (waves)

they spoke of this night
the prophets, the great leaders before you
the evil black-magic witches are shaking on this hour
scared and terrified what you might do
your potential, how you might turn out
one day, someday that day is here
it’s your destiny, don’t mind your peers
whether you perform, your end is near
the stage is yours just take control
you were born to be great, made to reign
look what the world has done
reduced your muscles into bones
if you never live to see the light
what will the generations speak of you
will you make them lie over your cold flesh to make the moment pass
fix your life with words, things you should have done in your days as a young lass
what we say, though we may pray; it’s all in the past

they spoke of this day
your dreams, fortune tellers, you were never to live long
as you see the dark angel about to blow the horn
as your next hour gets filled with dark clouds, kids to cry and mourn
as your soul quits, will your mind live on
fight to survive, to fix the wrongs

I speak of this morning as a great morning
don’t change your dawn into nights
make something of it, despite your past

it was always about you now face the music
I loved you, and you me; it was fake magic
you should have known, the world and its rules
plans, just a reality in the making
always change and loose meaning

it was all about us, and what we were to be
damn! You were so shallow
big house on the country side
three kids? wait.. you wanted two
it doesn’t matter now all is gone

it was all about me, you just didn’t see
maybe when we started you were in my thoughts
as time passed you became a life mistake, my biggest fault
which I was to fix by letting go

its back to you and your lonely nights
though you cry, things will never turn out right
people like us always win the fight
stop wishing my life will crash, crumble and be in drought
it will never happen, I'll never pay the price

For sure. This thread has always been about self expression, with no bars of any sort. No criticism or condemnation. I want to take this opportunity to thank all you wonderful contributers, who continue to keep this one of the quality threads on the forums.

I have spent a year and more
Wondering if I have it right.
Knowing that, still you could not spare me
Two words to reassure.

The man who, in my mind,
Can sacrifice his happiness,
And mine, for sake of right and honour,
Cannot spare a thought for the bind
In which I'm caught.

So, once again I find
I can support the aims
And goals of others " willingly.
The goal is true, the aim is kind.

So little would suffice
To still my pain
But here I am again
Confused and hopeless
In my block of ice.

Conflation of identity;
Only human to believe
What I most want to see,
Regardless of veracity.
So here I sit and grieve
The loss of sane, calm me.

now i know why it's called quicksand
one minute you're up
next minute..... just a hand
reaching with every last fight thats left
stetching your whole soul to the surface
feeling the reapers about to collect
didn't care much about life
untill the threat took your breath
sometimes i loathe the repetitve beat in my chest
wonder when it will cease, when can i rest?
even asleep i'm on the quest
who isn't cheap when put to the test?
square up to the beast and say "what!! i'm the best"
then back away from the mirror
and feel even less
keep plodding along climbing the ladder to success
knowing none of this matters
were just pawns in a big game of chess
playing eachother with sly finesse
feeding like flies on ****
we love the bad press
its imperitive we make a mess
scandals and lies no one will confess
love turns to bitterness
dont wanna be a negative pest
but it rains everyday and i go out to get wet
i dont gamble but i'll place one bet
this place is not through with me yet
but i'm through with you
i'm through with regret
i'm through with remembering
i just want to forget
pick apart every gesture
break it down into debts
analyse every sentance
worry and fret
oh worry is in me like cards in a deck
the one you least expect will put you in check
no point trying to suspect
this worry is useless when i'm dust
my great visions and plunders will be gone
no one will remember my dreams or my nightmares
with dreams of their own
though i cant find the words
my words will live on

settling into the new world
the era i have had thrust upon me
i swear this is my recurring dream
breaking into reality
i feel just as unsure
there is no gravity
away you float
not looking back
i want to scream
but im choked
ask you to stay
just for a while
maybe you'll like it here
maybe i'll make you smile
then everything is swept up in the breeze
all the people i know, all our memories
i wish i could take this weight from me
free my mind and fly over the trees
you're all going, freedoms flowing
its electric
i just need a little longer down here
with my feet on the ground
i feel like ive lost something i never found
though i love to see you soar
i will your wings to grow
the beauty of you doing well
makes me want to explore
you give me a choice
you open all the doors
send me love
and this new world is my home

everything you say, you knew what I was
every time I pray, you knew what you wanted off me
sadly I’m never in control
in this life, though mine
great words? was never a poet you know
the right phrases? I never had the flow
somehow you saw behind that
but could never let me go
it was more than you I wanted
I was all you ever needed
what do I do, how do I find the balance
when keeping you happy
when making you smile
when all our great times
came from nowhere but my brain
pardon me, I was taught to listen to the heart
what was to be, when my heart never spoke
I knew how to ring your bells
I knew how to freeze your hell
yes, I do miss your smell
but my heart never jumped when our eyes met
you never had me in your net
all thats left is for us to be friends

my breathe doesn’t reach the place
my strength never stretches the surface
my lungs have lost their pace
still I am meant to go on
been fighting for months
been waiting for hours now
for the divine part of me to take over
my warrior, the inner soul
lost in the darkness of my past
the pitch-black of my presence
clouding my reasoning, my thoughts
fighting my lines, killing my rhymes
tell me you see light in my future
whisper great words on my ears
tell me the vultures will leave before it gets any darker
for I have lost even what I still have
when pennies never seem to matter
there is something bigger to consider
wish to find it before the sun gets stingy with its rays
.....................................

Multiple sets of misery
How to divide it up
For cost efficiency?
Where to find the sticking place?
How to slough the stress?
The mess? The dreadful ache?
How still the shake?
How leave behind the poison,
Dread apprehension?
How to deal gently
When the world looks like razors?
How to tread softly,
Delicately,
With numb feet,
In the dark,
Weighed by fear
And regret?

Strength grows from kernels,
Given permission.
The Holocaust lives on as palpable proof
That we regenerate from
Nothing,
We humans.
Drawing courage
From the aether
When resources
Are exhausted.
Each is more than a body.
Each wiry, horny hand
Formed from work and
Things created.

she saw things differently after that night
the priceless pearls you put on her neck
made her walk tall, ignored the jerks
should have been there
should have seen the happening
felt the switch, her brain stopped raging
she sealed the book, buried the feelings
with her blood on those loose pages

she looked lovely under that light
but who was to see and caress
who was to honor and nurse
her nubile soul, and willing to pair
with this beautiful, soft and fussy
young but mature virgin lassie
no one good enough to scribble on her pages

yes, I made my mark
uttered my part and my luck
only I was never to stay
the world was still waiting
the jackals and their craze
at our best, we are as good as our surroundings

read... please, just read

tears never stopped from these eyes
don’t feel for me, just water you know
probed by the anxiety of reasoning
waiting for a stranger to read and think
have an impression of me though we never met
grow love from within like a pregnant mom
caring deeply for a murderer, hardly a president
this is me laying it out, do read my mess
if you get confused, scan in reverse
for emotions are never the same on a verse
writing words from the top of my head
typing swiftly, filling this thread
with junk notions, paying reparations
from my puerile faults, welding discrepancies
hoping to remind you of love, the archetype
true love, though you’re divorced
messed up rhymes from a perverted child
telling a mundane story of an unimagined kind
to make an impact, bring more dark to your darkness
my cousin cares for her son, though she was raped
she had to let go, not live in a cage
you and I are one, keep the fire, keep writing
for your rhymes, your lines are my umbilical cord

you play detective
i'll run and hide
wonder if you conclude murder
or suicide
i'm not saying get out your mack, hat,
magnifying glass and start following tracks
but read between the lines
and dont stand on the cracks
dont suspect Miss Havisham
cold and frozen as ice
wanting his balls in a vice
or salome
with his head on a platter
it's my life in his hands
so he better give the right answer
tread on me now?
wait.....hmmmn.........seeing red will not work
fools get messy going buiserk
revenge is sweet
is murder sweeter
I dont know
I imagine a sickness a hollow
a dark path to follow
shoot the revolver,
twice removed
from the human race
"my dear I made you breakfast"
how does poison taste
perfect pancakes
the syrup is laced
sweet viscous revenge
mollasses of bitterness
right till your end
never left a trace
dead as a door nail
blue in the face
tried to forget us
now you're erased

through the intercom

there went technology again
exposing issues of the heart
explicit feelings never expressed to a stranger
her voice was sweet
clearer than the background beep
connected with her sadness
though her soul was in dire
still touched her desire
“I’m the lady from next door
was just lonely and bored
could do anything to feel the void”
life just slowed down
irritation and a smile
seeking for a rationale explanation
for her rather peculiar behaviour
trapped in the after-effects
the impetus web of emotionless connection
made me realised my weakness
left everything to desire
no matter how hard I tried to forget
telling myself, you don’t need this
her moerish voice still lingered
like there was more
like she could nourish my fantasies
like I deserved a share
strange feel of whodunit and lust
all I felt through the intercom