DeadlyVision Posted July 20, 2003 ~A heart beats poetry~ ... Dreaming with the decibels disciples... That means volum followers speaking in lapels~ Not to be mistaken for basic labels~ Am a desciple building stringht like muscle~ I hunger so I hustle~ Judge me less for I live in stress avoidin' from slippin when I Stumble~ I RUMBLE :mad: Beef me less for am too vexed 2be swingin Humble~ Once I fumble twice I melt ya ice poke a niddle on both of ya eyes, no lies I too mumble~ Make sense to most, careless for the least... I expand with ease, mins meat ya beef... YAM ya Rashiin before u set ya plate_ Foe I bring it to u str8_ No know how to debate_ Stay apart from kufars, cause da fame belongs to the stars_ focus above mate_ He looks down equally, blesses u with growth mentally... Gave me da gift to problem solve lyrically... So I say am gifted spiritually... Same goes for you, be proud individually... After 14years of struggle am left WITH___ Less friends more foes talkin from thier nose~ Left with_ Less trust more doubt walking from party shows~ Left with_ Less deeds more sins- pocket with no ends, and less (sakaat) paws~ I stress with my bows~ And only Allah knows~ Why 30munites of 24hours seem long plows~ Left with_ Less bless more stress in my chest as I post~ Left with_ Less less and more more mess I confess the sin under my skin as I froze~ Blow my nose naturally, clip da nails on my toes~ Left with_ Somali jams, buddy fights, and long dirty nights~ More an more sins mixing my wrongs and rights~ Hate lites-a fire on the anger fuel dat ignites~ Show offs, rippin shirts off, bla'BLA I say dont beef the mAn on da mirror_ Cause out here, we careless about Qabiil~ Fo'Real a Somali brotha is nearer_ Dont ill, let it be them u wanna kill~ Son'Chill a Somali sista understands u clearer_ 'M sounding more realler, feelin iller I remind you of my Pillar~ Allah Praying Paying dues Qoran Haj on Macca Beef da devil in ur foes soul___ All in All beef the evil in friends call___ Callin' Call I hello greet you great~ While u hate an greet me wit' debate :confused: I battle an beat da JINN in you~ Simply cause ur beef came from a mad cow so its off my menue~ I got a greater enemy living with in you~ I rather sleeper hold you, than to bruce you~ I know I know, I talk tough but I rather not SIN YOU~ Am work with the Angels that hunt the JIN in YOU! 2be Continued~ .... ~1~ PME Visionary-times~ .... Aheartbeatspoetry....Readbetweendalines Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
guleedyare Posted July 20, 2003 Coz i don't think i am a boet not in English anyway but i recognized when i see good one keep up the uplifting,and the real vision my wisdom is precious no need for precaution read between the lines with little strenuous I am simple man Allah and money on his mine back to back to motherland on my mission i love sending money back for my Grandmas' blessing i get no love for *** but real sugar still searching Education is must for my soul meditation put two diploma on frame with no hesitation eat sabaayat and suqaar for my stomach satisfaction no more television because i get fed up with this fiction kind to my people and thug to other nation never copy another man's word but this my mine's reflexion one man one mike and one soul's expression Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ProudSista Posted July 22, 2003 That was good DeadlyVision, sounds nice as i tried to rap on not that i'm trying to "" your words namean guleedyare,your saying your not a poet not in english....give yourself a chance your great Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
muslim sis Posted July 22, 2003 Asalaama Alaykum W.W ~A heart beats poetry~ Sound Scary !!! To cry is to waste a tear to fall is to let them hear your weak to let them know you can’t be strong Don’t cry, they’ll hear you and you can’t let them know because your pain is deep inside it cannot help but grow I’m bleeding somewhere deep in my soul something is turning around the wrong way I can’t help but want to stay here and wait it out but instead I know that I’ll never find the rainbow my friend, there’s no rainbow or an end I’ll be sitting here forever, and never finding… I’ll miss you, even though you won’t care at all I’ll miss your smile, your face for a while your hair your walk the way I overhear you talking but you don’t care, you’re afraid or angry or depressed Either way why should I fear, when all that’s left is control to hide those tears, to hide the pain, to keep it all inside but I have tried, and I can’t anymore. The tears shall flow, the earth will break and move on the pieces will find themselves again and life shall change and I will grow sure there’s so much else to know- all I can think of is how I have hurt you all I can think of is how I’ll desert you but I’m not leaving by choice, it’s obvious that I can’t stay I’ll leave this place- get far far away and find a new pain, a new hope, and new emptiness Maybe someday I’ll see you again- maybe someday I’ll hear you again? Please, whatever you do- don’t be untrue I cannot stop wondering oh I cannot lie! I’ll sit here, and take my time to stare at the sky and I’ll cry- yes I’ll cry- oh I’ll cry. Don’t tell me not to, I cannot be stopped the tears will flow, the years will fly but my heart will never die Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
silent-sistah Posted July 22, 2003 deadlyVsion .....yes im still your no1 fan....damn your good (MashaAllah) muslims sister....half that poem was about me....i thought when did i write this? i couldnt have written this,,and i had to scroll back and check the name.... well,,,,the first depressive bit was me, thanx for the next hopefull bit, i will look 4ward to re-couperating, only to be hurt again damn the tears! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DeadlyVision Posted July 26, 2003 Seriously :mad: I get to the buttom of this Back'home mysteries Home'grown'family fears Count'down'plenty ofYears dropp'd soo many dry tears cry from ma inside cover my ears cause what I hear is not pride I get on a easy ride Cruse control da rhyme_&_tell da story right! What about to say may bite But I bet u've seen a more painful night Ladies & softies hold on tight_ take nothin 2heart, I chot down my somali part speak pain share pleasure within my art Dumb with senses that make me smart Once again 'toosi' my ppl, & get them on Parallel park We all got the touch they call *spark* ...halla at a older dude Older dude, ama young road runner gone good_ Done da fear stare, I can be more rude_ Respect ya foYa'Age, I calm ma mood_ But try 2rip my page, an I eat ya food_ Understood? Understood___u got me on a pissy situation~ Man phac u done 2our nation? Qabiil is wat u got us facin* Made us follow a Arab terminology, 'm pasting* Felt like I left my own home on deportation! Now am on beef preparation Scum in proportion I love u tho~ But let go u lack my respect aslong as ur speakin tribes over ur cajeelo Its said no marqaan wanna climb a jaranjaro Keep a eye on ya seeds Know they needs are more than shab & da food they eat 4get da greed build ya properties indeed Lackin disciplines we bleed Religion loss through blood leak Ow'Gee understand what I speak Be good an I follow ya lead We may flow wit' speed like miig ...halla at a black sheeb brotha Brotha no need 2botha ya motha or fatha is what a wadaad told me gave meanin 2da word "console" in me still a bad apple I do my best 2stick like staple Make sure they dont eat my bariis b4 I set it on ma table am able capable alligable to do all that I may label in my mind in time I'll hook it up like basic cabel, keep it fatal_with a DeadlyVision* Am on a mission hoppin time wont do me early 2000 odd years spinnin fast to fear'me 90s had us blind not seein things clearly I speak Odd so understand me merely If I lost you nearly This means its a topc secret for the Generals But I'll hate you if u feel like animals Beef needs a pan, brother needs a hand Every true battle needs a plan be ya own man be da nomadic'mAn controlin da stand dont fist ya own. mAn! U da son 'm da one bullet left on ya gun aim me smart pay me art need deep knowledge 2halla at a sista Sista Tell him, tell me if u get hit on by a pale mista I won't voilade with voilance, we'll brain strom to creat a twista Fear brings bad news Heels over head, beat him with ya shoes Feelin sorrow an sorry __2deep 2share wats really Going on in ur world Maintain ya pain wih u good'lucks in same girl Stay precious as a purl ....three stories in one__one was 2deep2beDone... ...hope u understand it~ ~1~ PME Deadly Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
- diamond princess - Posted July 26, 2003 A Heart Beats Poetry Is that all my words say to thee? Or do I bring truth in what I speak? Are my lines leaving you empty? I only put these words together, So the message would last forever, I want you to recognise me as me, And not some poetry dweller, A Heart Beats Poetry Does my messages leave you stung? Or should I come back and bring another one? "I feel like I'm walking on air, when will I drop? I feel like my hearts beating to fast, when will it stop?" Are those the questions running through your head, Your thoughts can make the living feel dead, A Heart Beats Poetry, Thats all it is, thats all it will be, Unless you come back and sting me with intellectualty silent sistah, make that TWO no1 FANS...you got talent bro. .:peace n luv:. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
LuCkY Posted July 26, 2003 ORIGINALLY POSTED BY DEADLYVISION: 4get da greed build ya properties indeed Lackin disciplines we bleed Religion loss through blood leak Ow'Gee understand what I speak Be good an I follow ya lead We may flow wit' speed like miig ...halla at a black sheeb brotha THATS SO TRUE! DEADLYVISION i was trying to follow ur first one but i got lost-im not much of a poetry interpreter. :confused: But nicely composed. MUSLIMSIS: Well written. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sYric-STiPHuLLa Posted July 28, 2003 this poem has been previously posted on HOMEGROWN BREED TOPIC in the poetry section double personality the struggle btwn good'n'evil this is called the"THE BAD'THE GOOD AND THE UGLY" enter my demention this reflection of wonder years music blares on my stereo i rack up on the illest gear*hear me for i seek* the b*tches the ho*s the fame it's game ladder to the top sick n grimey flow like i'm bleek talk sweet to the honey's have a run down they panties sayin* je'ma appelle seek* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~````` but wait i'm the good guy, i'm not bad i DON'T reak perversion i'm not media a giant on the leap heap and ho' get up and go,i'm flimsy and sometimes emotional hide my woes, worry bout the waves on my head and not think about the life, souln'hardship that brought me here., this outside country this place i know call a temporary home, jive with popular culture, never worrying about the war about to rupture ...inside me .. the struggle between the good and the bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ forget this duke ya'll just been fluked. he just another p&*ssiWHIpped LAD. think he better cuzz he an under'GRAD. PLAYA pleaze ya'll want what i have. the cream of the crop, don't look for good,just waitin to bust my next nut,ladies call me rude i don't play u, i skim thru bytches they all see the glitter on the rims the riches in the seams of my pockets. i'm the high dolla figure that nicca wit the triple six digits don't care for the culture that*sh just old. aint prayed in over six years been to prison twice so don't ask why i'm bold summerize it up i'm bout the money power respect so phUKC THE bYtches next *** run up bound to cop her some stitches. i got mine cold so get'churs don't be no jealous player haters. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites