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escape
swift minds snared in their own rhythm
snared in their own rhythm
one-two-three, one-two-three
a dramatic waltz, that slows to a lullaby
eyelids shut, but i can see you clearly
i can see you so hard, that when i open my eyes
your afterimage is right there
i've heard you can go blind
from staring at the sun.
swift minds snared in their own rhythm
snared in their own rhythm
one-two-three, one-two-three
a dramatic waltz, that slows to a lullaby
eyelids shut, but i can see you clearly
i can see you so hard, that when i open my eyes
your afterimage is right there
i've heard you can go blind
from staring at the sun.

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MUTHA FUCKAS RUN NOT WALKBayAreaHustla408 wrote:cover yalls ass with that shit you been talkin......
the hustlas in this thread.....with some bread..and a tall can....
but im not C. Walken.....I spit with the best.....
have yalls sittin in the holding cells....gettin jacked fa ya mitchel and ness
WHEN 408 REP THE BLOCK
BLUNT MOUTH HAND GLOCK
FLOW NEVER TALK?//////////

My homegirl's piece
I have been trying to get her to write a little something and she came up with this...not too bad for a first time....see what y'all guys/girls think...
You, Me, and California
come with me, to a world beyond reasoning,
don't think about it, just grab my hand, and run.
take off with me into the pink and orange sunset of the afternoon,
let our shapes make dark silhouettes on the horizon.
fall into the grass with me,
and watch the western sky as the stars(and the fireflies) come out to play.
there's something wonderful about the navy nighttime mood.
so dream with me,
and talk with me,
and get up and dance with me!
thick warm air and moonlight swirl about,
there's music in the distance,
but all that matters is you, me, and california.
Thanks...
You, Me, and California
come with me, to a world beyond reasoning,
don't think about it, just grab my hand, and run.
take off with me into the pink and orange sunset of the afternoon,
let our shapes make dark silhouettes on the horizon.
fall into the grass with me,
and watch the western sky as the stars(and the fireflies) come out to play.
there's something wonderful about the navy nighttime mood.
so dream with me,
and talk with me,
and get up and dance with me!
thick warm air and moonlight swirl about,
there's music in the distance,
but all that matters is you, me, and california.
Thanks...
I don't play favorites, so here is one of the many poems I enjoy.
Lines On Ale
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain -
Quaintest thoughts - queerist fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
-Poe
Lines On Ale
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain -
Quaintest thoughts - queerist fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
-Poe
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over





this will sound hypocritical b/c i'm about to post a poem with rhymes, but damn, yall really love poems that rhyme, huh?
i'm w/ deadguy - can't pick a favorite but here are some of my favorite lines ever, by william blake...basically all of auguries of innocence is exceptional
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
i'm w/ deadguy - can't pick a favorite but here are some of my favorite lines ever, by william blake...basically all of auguries of innocence is exceptional
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Nets 2022
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MCs Can't Fuck Around
this is verse 2 from the song I did tonight, I think it might be a B-side to my new single, "Blame Canada". Peep:
MCs can't fuck around like genitals got cut off for rape/
dickheads got no balls like a female hockey game/
creating original rap is nearly a criminal act to the ignorant mass/
fuck that! I'll innovate in your face and eliminate a critic's hate/
they rush to touch what I flush in my toilet, they say my shit is great!
one by one I stomp fools/ like I'm Rikoshay aka Shawn Boothe/ as we drop jewels of raw truth/
like how these asswipes expose their backsides for money, call it toilet paper/
it's a shame these shit for brains quickly aim for instant fame/
when their oral vocals are sounding sorta anal/
honestly, you can't rock a crowd cause you're talking loud with potty mouth/
i'm CRACKing up like back alley comedy night hosted by Bobby Brown/
Whitney Houston, we have a problem/
drug binge with husband or screaming diva, your only two options/
what? you didn't think R&B singers didn't get fucked up too?
headliners become flatliners when they find too much drugs in you/
what do you need to feel the rugged groove?
rum and coke and caine and dust and shrooms?
get fuck up by savages/ who eat you in chunks stuffed in sandwiches/
talented in handling ugly situations/ like the birth of another wack MC into the hip hop nation...
MCs can't fuck around like genitals got cut off for rape/
dickheads got no balls like a female hockey game/
creating original rap is nearly a criminal act to the ignorant mass/
fuck that! I'll innovate in your face and eliminate a critic's hate/
they rush to touch what I flush in my toilet, they say my shit is great!
one by one I stomp fools/ like I'm Rikoshay aka Shawn Boothe/ as we drop jewels of raw truth/
like how these asswipes expose their backsides for money, call it toilet paper/
it's a shame these shit for brains quickly aim for instant fame/
when their oral vocals are sounding sorta anal/
honestly, you can't rock a crowd cause you're talking loud with potty mouth/
i'm CRACKing up like back alley comedy night hosted by Bobby Brown/
Whitney Houston, we have a problem/
drug binge with husband or screaming diva, your only two options/
what? you didn't think R&B singers didn't get fucked up too?
headliners become flatliners when they find too much drugs in you/
what do you need to feel the rugged groove?
rum and coke and caine and dust and shrooms?
get fuck up by savages/ who eat you in chunks stuffed in sandwiches/
talented in handling ugly situations/ like the birth of another wack MC into the hip hop nation...
You're in Heaven right now, God.
Create the universe you dream of.
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I've Told You A Million Times
I don't know what perfect is,
But you seem pretty close.
I could draw your face with my eyes closed,
And I'm not even an artist.
I don't even see in color,
What I vision is black and white.
And when I paint the picture,
We can finally come to life.
Somehow I always convince myself,
That you are my no-matter-what-girl.
No matter how many times I say the wrong thing,
I always seem to realize there are no right things to say to you.
I mean as long as you understand that we could get through anything,
There's not much else to learn.
I tell you everything.
I mean that's what best friends do.
Maybe I wouldn't waste so much time on you,
If I pretended you were less beautiful.
You say "always" is a strong word,
You don't misuse words that carry meaning.
Each sentence you speak is spoken truly.
I found a hope in you that you only see in movies.
Someday it will be there, all you have to do is ask.
I mean, there's no such thing as me without a little bit of you attached.
But you seem pretty close.
I could draw your face with my eyes closed,
And I'm not even an artist.
I don't even see in color,
What I vision is black and white.
And when I paint the picture,
We can finally come to life.
Somehow I always convince myself,
That you are my no-matter-what-girl.
No matter how many times I say the wrong thing,
I always seem to realize there are no right things to say to you.
I mean as long as you understand that we could get through anything,
There's not much else to learn.
I tell you everything.
I mean that's what best friends do.
Maybe I wouldn't waste so much time on you,
If I pretended you were less beautiful.
You say "always" is a strong word,
You don't misuse words that carry meaning.
Each sentence you speak is spoken truly.
I found a hope in you that you only see in movies.
Someday it will be there, all you have to do is ask.
I mean, there's no such thing as me without a little bit of you attached.
THE ORIGINAL
I think that you are perfect,
I've told you a million times.
But, of course I don't deserve it,
I'll take you leaving as a sign.
Of course we keep in touch,
I mean that's what best friends do.
Next time you come around,
I'll pretend you're less beautiful.
You told me you couldn't give me what I wanted,
I just didn't understand.
I'll take you anyway I can have you,
That's the hopeless fool that I am.
I need to walk away from you,
You're slowly convincing me to change.
I'll always feel this way about you,
But you will never stay.
The only thing is,
You admitted you felt the same way.
I just wish you never did that,
It makes me hope for brighter days.
All I need to do is leave,
I won't tell you where I plan to be.
My red sunset is coming so quickly.
I hope it takes the time to say goodbye to me.
Once I leave, I'll reinvent who I plan to be,
The problem is I only have one recipie.
So even when I start from scratch,
There's no such thing as me without a little bit of you attached.
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I Like My Own Poems
by Jack Grapes
I like my own poems
best.
I quote from them
from time to time
saying, "A poet once said,"
and then follow up
with a line or two
from one of my own poems
appropriate to the event.
How those lines sing!
All that wisdom and beauty!
Why it tickles my ass
off its spine.
"Why those lines are mine!"
I say
and Jesus, what a bang
I get out of it.
I like the ideas in them,
my poems,
ideas that hit home.
They speak to me.
I mean, I understand
what the hell
the damn poet's
talking about.
"Why I've been there,
the same thing," I shout,
and Christ! What a shot it is,
a shot.
And hey,
The words!
Whew!
I can hardly stand it.
Words sure do not fail
this guy, I say.
From some world
only he knows
he bangs the bong,
but I can feel it
in the wood,
in the wood of the word,
rising to its form
in the world.
"Now, you gotta be good
to do that!" I say
and damn! It just shakes
my heart,
you know?
by Jack Grapes
I like my own poems
best.
I quote from them
from time to time
saying, "A poet once said,"
and then follow up
with a line or two
from one of my own poems
appropriate to the event.
How those lines sing!
All that wisdom and beauty!
Why it tickles my ass
off its spine.
"Why those lines are mine!"
I say
and Jesus, what a bang
I get out of it.
I like the ideas in them,
my poems,
ideas that hit home.
They speak to me.
I mean, I understand
what the hell
the damn poet's
talking about.
"Why I've been there,
the same thing," I shout,
and Christ! What a shot it is,
a shot.
And hey,
The words!
Whew!
I can hardly stand it.
Words sure do not fail
this guy, I say.
From some world
only he knows
he bangs the bong,
but I can feel it
in the wood,
in the wood of the word,
rising to its form
in the world.
"Now, you gotta be good
to do that!" I say
and damn! It just shakes
my heart,
you know?
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T-Wrex wrote:When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
NICE ...LIZARD KING
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why you end your cypher with a question,THE GOLDEN STRING wrote:MUTHA FUCKAS RUN NOT WALKBayAreaHustla408 wrote:cover yalls ass with that shit you been talkin......
the hustlas in this thread.....with some bread..and a tall can....
but im not C. Walken.....I spit with the best.....
have yalls sittin in the holding cells....gettin jacked fa ya mitchel and ness
WHEN 408 REP THE BLOCK
BLUNT MOUTH HAND GLOCK
FLOW NEVER TALK?//////////
marking the end of your session,
some sort of subconscious confession?
with that said i'm a retire and collect my rhyme pension
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GO COLLECT YOUR PENSIONcuriouscharles wrote:why you end your cypher with a question,THE GOLDEN STRING wrote:MUTHA FUCKAS RUN NOT WALKBayAreaHustla408 wrote:cover yalls ass with that shit you been talkin......
the hustlas in this thread.....with some bread..and a tall can....
but im not C. Walken.....I spit with the best.....
have yalls sittin in the holding cells....gettin jacked fa ya mitchel and ness
WHEN 408 REP THE BLOCK
BLUNT MOUTH HAND GLOCK
FLOW NEVER TALK?//////////
marking the end of your session,
some sort of subconscious confession?
with that said i'm a retire and collect my rhyme pension
WHEN SPEAKING OF THE TRUE EMCEES...
YOUR NAME NEVER GET MENTIONED
ITS THE GOLDEN STRING AND MY CREW OF HEADLESS HINTCHMEN

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