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Wed 4 Oct, 2006 09:04 am
I'm new but been writin poetry fo a lil while. This is somethin I wrote a while ago....
Thugz Heaven
Thugz Heaven
One night one day I don't know/
I just might find a way 2 a place unknown/
Escape tha stress, tha struggle of tha everyday trouble/
Find peace and quietness from tha everyday hustle/
This place unknown I'm about 2 describe/
So sit back close ya eyez and open ya mind/
2 a place where street corners ceast 2 exist/
Where prostitution and drug dealin are released from tha mix/
Silence from gun violence, this place never heard of it/
Tha reign of hood gangz, this place never heard of it/
Black, white, it doesn't matter what color tha person is/
Racism, prejudice, this place never heard of these words/
Community unity in this place, that's a given/
Welfare and medicare, these prolems aren't ignored or hidden/
Memories of robberies on tha block haunt my mind/
But in this new place, these only exist in our rhymes/
On this new surface I can't call it Earth/
Because tha purpose is 2 live prosperous cuz ya life has worth/
Freedom doesn't come wit a cost it's a guarantee/
No price paid 2 be tha boss cuz we all livin equally/
Pain is a rarity, no such thing as poverty/
We all livin well so there's no such thing as jealousy/
No such thing as sin so throw away all seven/
I found this place in my dreamz, I think it's Thugz Heaven/
Leave some comments please...
Cryin Out 2 U
Like a dove cooing in tha dark listless night/
A broken heart wit separate wings flyin from sight/
Tha fire inside of him burned feverishly wit desire/
Tha essence of her presence filled him wit reverence/
But his premonition of her returning was inevitable/
His thoughts of reuniting seemed brutally unethical/
Was it not her who left him drowning in misery?/
Engraved memories of her not taking him seriously/
He felt foolish: How come he couldn't release her?/
Holding on ta false hopes that again he'd receive her/
His soul was manipulated: He felt bound and chained/
Her reign over his spirit left a permanent stain/
His window of escape had seemingly vanished/
Tha motivation ta forget her had all togetha been banished/
Tha illusion of his feelings was blindingly visible/
He thought of reconnecting but knew it was immiscible/
He was slain and his veins throbbed with disdain/
Feeling sane but he would feign like there was no pain/
With his soul depleted, his heart was still cryin out/
A dying doubt was his hearts necessity flyin about/
Damn no feed on these, come on...
Nice
Sup, Detroit, these are really good, I dont know why anyone hasnt replied yet...
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agreed... they truelly are great....
Yes, they are great.
Evidence: you're getting replies :wink: !!!
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They might mean something if you really were a thug/gangsta
or they might mean something if you care about the human race or anything bigger than yourself dumb ass (thats to mc ex) ne way i think you have some deep mesages to share 313 like ya style
Re: My heaven....
Detroit313 wrote:I'm new but been writin poetry fo a lil while. This is somethin I wrote a while ago....
Thugz Heaven
Thugz Heaven
One night one day I don't know/
I just might find a way 2 a place unknown/
Escape tha stress, tha struggle of tha everyday trouble/
Find peace and quietness from tha everyday hustle/
This place unknown I'm about 2 describe/
So sit back close ya eyez and open ya mind/
2 a place where street corners ceast 2 exist/
Where prostitution and drug dealin are released from tha mix/
Silence from gun violence, this place never heard of it/
Tha reign of hood gangz, this place never heard of it/
Black, white, it doesn't matter what color tha person is/
Racism, prejudice, this place never heard of these words/
Community unity in this place, that's a given/
Welfare and medicare, these prolems aren't ignored or hidden/
Memories of robberies on tha block haunt my mind/
But in this new place, these only exist in our rhymes/
On this new surface I can't call it Earth/
Because tha purpose is 2 live prosperous cuz ya life has worth/
Freedom doesn't come wit a cost it's a guarantee/
No price paid 2 be tha boss cuz we all livin equally/
Pain is a rarity, no such thing as poverty/
We all livin well so there's no such thing as jealousy/
No such thing as sin so throw away all seven/
I found this place in my dreamz, I think it's Thugz Heaven/
Leave some comments please...
I like the way you've come at this 313 - it's very sharp - respect
Endy
Re: My heaven....
Detroit313 wrote:I'm new but been writin poetry fo a lil while. This is somethin I wrote a while ago....
Thugz Heaven
Thugz Heaven
One night one day I don't know/
I just might find a way 2 a place unknown/
Escape tha stress, tha struggle of tha everyday trouble/
Find peace and quietness from tha everyday hustle/
This place unknown I'm about 2 describe/
So sit back close ya eyez and open ya mind/
2 a place where street corners ceast 2 exist/
Where prostitution and drug dealin are released from tha mix/
Silence from gun violence, this place never heard of it/
Tha reign of hood gangz, this place never heard of it/
Black, white, it doesn't matter what color tha person is/
Racism, prejudice, this place never heard of these words/
Community unity in this place, that's a given/
Welfare and medicare, these prolems aren't ignored or hidden/
Memories of robberies on tha block haunt my mind/
But in this new place, these only exist in our rhymes/
On this new surface I can't call it Earth/
Because tha purpose is 2 live prosperous cuz ya life has worth/
Freedom doesn't come wit a cost it's a guarantee/
No price paid 2 be tha boss cuz we all livin equally/
Pain is a rarity, no such thing as poverty/
We all livin well so there's no such thing as jealousy/
No such thing as sin so throw away all seven/
I found this place in my dreamz, I think it's Thugz Heaven/
Leave some comments please...
I particularly like the rhythm in this poem (even though I'm an old lady
) Keep posting.
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