Spontaneous Poems

All is nothing
Unless sold
by the pound

If it has a price
Then kill
steal,
manipulate,
seduce,
it off
another plate

When "Dog eats dog"
You'll find me
in the kitty litter
leaving what
you'll find
on my plate

I've just decided to call this:

And that's how you **** on assholes

Come on. Don't be shy about it. Let it all hang out.

Hear ma words cause I was thought by guns and knives
I was on devils road but now I play with lives
Palestine wont die but for ever well survive
and why I spit these words is coz iam still alive
people sense the hate but don’t realize
that the world aint nice
brother take one minute take ma advice
coz I don’t rap about car or money not how I did it with ma girl twice
I rap about war price
so lets pretend for a moments this is the end of time
you think you’re hommies well care for you no they fine
you think your money well save or that record sighn
I predict the future hats why I scream free Palestine
lets pretend that this never ever happen
the hate was forbidden so as the action
lets just imagine
that every test was a challenge
lets imagine that the devil went absent
and there was never an assassin
but when you try to o thre you get shot by a cannon
and that you can’t handle
the world as what it is is build on a candle
you on revolution but when they offer money revolution you cancel
and that’s a promise to yall iamma try ma best even if I strangle
I set ma words to defend people
and I aint no rapper I am a soldier
a human I am peace I order
lets Imagine a world with no money
and every kid had hi own bunny
I know I sound funny
but is it forbidden to imagine too
sry don’t kill me I well close ma dreams for you
peace they want but haterieght they pass through
I am terrorist after this really whats new
lets imagine if people never wanted money and everyone was equel
no power in hands off people
countries with no border yea am a dreamer
I’ve saw people that build there happiness of others
not knowing there insisters could’ve been bother
this century don’t dream of a love story there aint no lover
cause in here with men you ganna suffer


Yea you’re his first but e ganna have another
So don’t even bother
to trust men cause every angel has a dirty cover
and this one is to every mother
Imagine the future I now you suffering but you ganna discover
that every rainbow has a bright color
so lets imagine nthn you ganna loose
but smiles and happiness you ganna produce
and no there aint no children dien everywhere
so raise your hands together let’em know we care
I put ma hands to god for him I prayer
and when the end is comin money doesn’t matter we are all in the same square
and lets imagine that we on the earth’s first year
or better you’re in a warzone wait a minute and hear
here comes a bullet aftathen you disappear
come to think of it cause there’s an angel in every baby and there’s a baby in everyone
I’m getting a message from generations to come
they tellin you don’t be okay with the movement of the gun
cause you well come to see what the future has become
a warzone so you better run
and I still don’t get how you can kill a boy and still love your son
and now afta this you ganna think who to conquer
cuz that’s just you an ugly beast a monster
that left the baby angel behind
welcome to ma mind
the world is dien and everyone is blind
life is a story everythong is combined
and this aint no love song and I aint no one of a kind
I’m one in a billion
a soldier with the people a civilian.

Being spontaneous with my writing is a little outside my box, I gave it a shot :/

There is great purging and unexpected revelation in spontaneous writing. The result is quite often rough enough to need later polishing, but the spark is unique and genuine.

Time to rhyme
from the ridiculous
to the sublime;
it surely is no crime
unless of course
you're a mime.

flap like a lip
caught in spokes
flip like a slip
the wind just floats

may not be kites
up soaring
our happy flights
be not boring

rappers often have a wonderful facility for words. Often their results fit in what I wrote this morning about spontaneous writing.

I have given another shot and spontaneity and this is the result. (I feel pretty good about this one) I hope you enjoy

A boring scene

Here I sit
smelling terrible
broke
fascinated with
famous poetry
watching contemporary
cartoons
chatting with
a young lady
whom I want
to ****
(but probably
never will)
and after
reaching the limit
of my starvation
of nicotine
I have stolen
my father's
second to last
cigarette
(I'm sorry)
This might be
an all time low

Life is good.

Thanks. I love spontaneous writing as much as the carefully planned kind.

You're most welcome. I'm going to write more spontaneously and broaden my writing.

The Reclusive Eyes

Stare into the eyes
whom scan for flaws
There you'll find a gavel
covered in the blood of time
The same time in which
friends once resided
Not even a corpse left
just cold gray walls
Covered in layers of signatures
written in a dull rainbow of sharpies
Each signature contains a hallucination
inspired by memories of painted faces
These memories entice a deep pain
after the attempt of remembering these names
All details are forgotten

These are the eyes
of a recluse

Goodbye childhood, you will be missed

a unsolved rubics cube
shaking
tearing at the seams
of all in which I call
make believe
the eyes of reality
pierce my side
a death by a spear
the death of a child

It's only murder

I shot a man in the head
and walked away
with out progression in the thought
he's dead
I'm not
the story now lies
in the ending sentence
"He'll be alright."

I encourage you to keep writing.

Thank you, I appreciate you encouragement. Trust me, it's what I needed.

Teach me the math
tell me the equation
of heart divided by mind
show me the difference
between logic
and irrational love
is this all
really math?

From what I call
a "dream"
to what is actually
possible
a beautiful face
who once spoke to me
in a sort of riddle
that leads me
to a calculator
I now call
God

Of Kings, fairies,
princesses in need
of rescuing
To assholes, douchbags,
and sluts who thrive
in degradation

O tell me!!
What world am I
*******
living in?

There are signs of miracles
that always will soon
be ravished
by a spell
cast by
a retard with a wand

I sit now
unrealisticly believing
in a land
ruled by a dragon
in whom I will soon
slay

I sit now
saying:
"**** THIS!"
this sword I wield
The hero
The world
I'll save

Title:

The Knight in Rusty Armor

Here's a a spontaneous poem I've written last night

The day after cocaine

The day after cocaine
The mystery of shame
Expressing with a broken face
cracked from the nose
Hear the chorus go flat
No chance of rewind
It happened in the attic
The event of following lines
Sniffling after snorting
Snorting before sniffling
Somewhere in Central America
I made a cartel
happy