Instinct.Poet Posted May 28, 2003 been couple of dayz, Haven't seen or been to SOL. But tonight, Reality struck and wouldn't let go But my mind still sets me free. and puts me back in this position determined to write again in the poetry session word expression is my obsession,I give my recitation so we can relate and have the same objection critical and confucing subliminal mind state hit you from every direction like,taking everyturn and still find ya self in the same intersection... Fallow me.. This way please,,,, Brainwashed, made little effort to get the stains off Blood soaked hands that people made their fame off Maimed at a cost of poverty, praying for daily bread This iggnorance is ignored, given a new name instead A sub-culture, people who aren't,"they don't belong" Pushed into corners, through pride they stay strong Unity, a brother-hood, a culture of tribal communities They see hatred an' say "Somali,goormee isgaraneysaa" To you and me it's easy, this whole life is a blessing truly though,get your head out of the cloud and see the scenery The seeds have to stand up and fight to get lessons Left in societies shadow, with no real body reflected Accept it, here in the west, no somali or black presidents will ever be elected Yepp!!you've been selected join all those thats been infected America's fetish for supremacy is telling me one thing ""You don't belong"yes, your culture becomes emiciated like pictures faded How can somali people say "nigga" one mintue... Then say "We follow Mohameds belief, we loved him" Its not just whites, its a global need to be the same Iggnorance is iggnorance, it doesn't need more names Lames and those disabled fight the same wars... They must have as much voice as 'you' right? Of course Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DeadlyVision Posted May 28, 2003 No doubt SkyHigh*Family____Instinct poetry wrote it good from the instrinsic.... Am kinda hattin on the BLACK CAT...Walking&Thinkin 1-4-SKY*HIGH_ .................................................. Family I heard of ya family are made of RAPPERS? Not sure if G's from ya Streets be GUN'CLAPPERS* But, I wont care- I'll stare wit' a deadly glare~ Make this unfair->Instinct'Poets'Instincts they show it & share~ Am hungery in the mood2cool my temper cause am also angery brother who will bother any peace as long as there is no peace in the middle east, am gettin all my foes on their knees, to leave 'em with a bad memory_ Sickness hate shown in history_ Illness in my mind tells me ur mystery_ ur worst than me if am bad at this poetry_ But I rhyme never rap crap only jab an upper got Ya spot, pistol whipe u on ya own block, chop ya' body like a rock I chop on every stop* Stop_ .....................(ARhymeBattleWhyNot)... Visualize da next postin*...I can't diss inhere- .. PME PeaceMiddleEast ~1~ Deadly* Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ariadne Posted May 28, 2003 Destitute and hopeless Dying and forgotten not quite born, but not quite dead Smiling, shrunken toothless heads Crawling on kness To get to where ever it may be Dependancy on another To care for you is of their sympathy and secret shudders Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Haseena Posted May 28, 2003 Not long ago a land was beamed A people underwent a fluid killed yet they were said to be helped A nation oppressed a torment Hanged under a stage that was to settle a fine Aileen forces framed their century burnt books erased a story Times are changing cynical a movement Building our fire and hurrying our guard A station is crying children is fighting To get a breed a master of greed Humiliation widespread mass ovation high laced A demon is raised collecting a stain No worry is said yet people will be dead Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Blessed Posted May 29, 2003 Yaaba dheh! nice flow folks Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted May 29, 2003 Oh,so much mind been exposed Is wriiten incrypted horrorcore post My presence is needed as a host Exclaiming mystic lyricism and dispelling ignorance, A cultivated lyricist expelling innocence Prevailing though illiterateness brilliance is exhibition I never write a rhyme with preconceptions manifesting conceptions exuberating this essence blessing your presence with a message of divinity Consider me, that poet of sentence creativity Rhymes penetrate and re-enovate your mental state Instigate and stimulate, obliterate then innovate like i said,i'm here to educate and relate Systematically ventilate i never imitate, Attain arty landscapes and start to decorate Its evident im setting precedents considered classic, Instigating rhyme sessions, Packs believes in magic Oh,is systematic and romantic tha primo couldn't been a any cleaner with beamer like haseena shoulda seen'a sort like ameenah twisted lemon with foriengh name like nina cold core drinking cofe' with out cream'a the art telepathy used in this session without any hesitation I can foresee the deeply deadly vission appeared submereged,opticals blurred sound so absurd,never seen or heard breaking in two seas msWord sickly picky like pyro-pixie identity sexy ,atttude complexy frantic frenzy behind dark shade in a benzy is me the the gifted poet+ry.. Write below me so we can all be the team ExPresSivel+y Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mz-alpha-soup Posted May 30, 2003 words is elevated... splitting the barries elongated.. draining az this world crumbles... middle east, heartbeat fumbles.... amidst fuctures.... close, frozen at each juncture.... seam rips open, tight , suffocating all creeds bearing instincts rhymes miming visions yet moulded into one friction globe trotting, throwing mouse traps,so we tumble,no light glowing achudhu bilaahi mina sheydhaani rajiim~~` bismi lahi rahman rahiim~~~ verses crowding the bad seed making me thro this like its needless.. hypocrisy dropping concentration survival kit thrown in tha jungle wound gaping open audacity of animals, like ice frozen "douse this emitional tide" "hotter than the black sun fried" "deepest core shutter" "dam.....tipping....wat a blunder" silent words emanating sharp like spear stuck on a hide of a passive cow..life milked out.. udder frozen..gone are tha days of spring...now do we break ?? halt??? plz dont classify//break//no ones fault.. sheer willpower modifies//like bait//jolts free spirit shining by starz noon lingering by far relaxing up a notch finger tips slowz one , two.. one,two.. checking mike' no grime' jump tha loop slum dunk the funk... they drool this seriousness..creeping like a menace.. ... vibe flowing body moving medulla oblangata fed creating endorphines and it aint lame feeding the soul and y'all know how..... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted June 4, 2003 Thank you all,... I come in here, when i find that moment of freedom,that takes me to a diffrent world. A nomad world, were love is shared between people of somali descendant. We try to make whats left of home in here in another case this is our next domicile. However,words don't really express feeling as much, But, still the powerful impact behind the words and thoughts of the author is what drives it to be so real and sometimes felt by those who can "RELATE". MZ-Alpha-Soup Nicely written words you got there. Maybe your nick' can be Mz-Alpha-Poet,just a thought.!! Overstand..how is it.. When you learn to die..for a living.. Living just to die.. These life-lines..seem written.. Recognized..it’s borrowed time.. So many thoughts in mind.. But on the surface..deeply hidden.. Never understood the purpose.. Got me thinking..this is intended.. Bad nerves..got me nervous.. Hydro scented..to keep me centered.. Thought process..rendered..or enchanced.. Can’t call it all.. From my front-line window..I glance.. I see em’..doomed..to fall.. Before there wasn’t even..a chance.. It’s more then fate.. .."It’s ’life..or something like it".. We strive in vain..to maintain.. Till we become who we were.. And not disguising pain.. Till better livin..for life it's self .. But somehow...we survive the rain.. Perfectioned with huricane.. Now wechoose the ‘lane’ ‘Fast’ everything..equal fast endings.. Which slows the progress... Now you left..with weaker beginnings.. Huh! The story never changes.. like game has it's players.... :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted June 9, 2003 My Body throws,My mind flows,Combined Both You get instincts Woes' Like that black cat that walks back forth I'm due north For what is worth I'ma let you in first I was poeticly gifted at birth I remmember my first Verse I read it to my nurse My thoughts were natural force Of Natures source I was to curse and ofcource My mind is span off course I had a remorse Back track to rehearse I got the stiffness of a crazy horse At the moment i write for the worse Put it in reverse to get the best verse My heart to reimburce What my mind disperse is a deep converse My body immerse Into leap treverse Combine Both you get the heroic verse, Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paragon Posted June 9, 2003 A white-man's tale over a blackman's kingdom decay Tailored mind filled foolery, and painful slavery King that reigned overturned to fit a white new suit Where white is the angel and black is the witch Continent invaded divided and inter-enmity created A history desecrated, black societies destoryed Replaced by black pupet amputating his own limp Black man with a painted face singing a white song Greed and corruption embraced imported by whites The black victims of hate, of failed black knights The black land devasted by the black prostitutes The mental prostitutes brained by the white devils Foolish blacks humbled by the white lie of schools What makes or destroys a kingdom is the failure to control. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted December 15, 2003 Yo..its been a'Hot minute since I last droped in it So as of now..Im back to doing what I do best.. ..Teaching tha blind how to refine their minds.. .. INstinct..Back fo'more Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted January 20, 2004 Yezzz..I'm back for the millionth time.. I never quit i live on this like a "SocialSecirity" pension..lol Is funny cuz, when i feel like i wanna write, I get somekind of tune in my head, Right now i got that, pink panther tune(If you know how it goes) And certain emotional feelings,na'mean. But not the type you'd have when in love and shyt like that.I Can't explain it.. But whenever i read my past posts I alwayz remmeber what i was feeling And damn, there is no feelings like it. Here i go again.. Like anthony Hamilton, i say "Coming from where i'm from" I will never know how much storm it'll take to tranform the desert into jungle form? but i know it took 14years to disform city into long gone.. So how long will it take to reform far gone blood soaked home? Instinct Poet... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sYric-STiPHuLLa Posted January 29, 2004 instinct poet Ultra-Violent words that meditate in silence.. Replacing violence-N-malice to those blinded get balanced.. wow good shyt man thats hot thats hot i'm stuttering over here wun luv uppin this post 4 mo Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted January 31, 2004 TO BE CONTINUED..FROM PREVIOUS POST.. Wait a minute... lets brainstorm...Brainstorm. configure solution with more storm..Bring storm Got me singing like marving gay "Whats Goin' on" why things looking odd-N- torn?Not just in Africa'z Horn.. phuck...i'm tired..i dunno if this vission is a gift or curse that must be lived. mAan... same feelings everyday.. Damn,"Feels like I'm wearing the same clothes everyday"?is hard to say.. Speechs melody , soft as one can be, tired of thiz honestly, sleepless bad memories, brough me to my knees writing to these is my remedies, do ten these.to bring me some of P+eaze.. To be continued... Instinct poet Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Xaawo_Xaaji Posted February 13, 2004 Visionz of luv or product of lust u took my heart my loyality n' trust my shinning star n' covered wit rust my nite n' day filled wit anger n dismay y couldn't u stay y couldn't i pray y couldn't u relay feelings u protray y couldn't u delay did it had to be today on Valentinez Day~ THIS PIECE WAZ WRITTEN ON FEB 14 2003 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
