NIN_NOOL Posted October 28, 2004 This key board often acts as my window As I sit and look out as you look in Sometimes a musical phrase noted with a crescendo Come gushing from the tip of my pen Like an artillery piece I fire for effect Gauging my range and zooming on in The mistakes I've made I dutifully correct Assuming responsibility for all of my sin The looseness of my tongue, it has brought In the past again and again When I was unconcerned about the destruction I wrought And immature just spitting in the wind Not knowing of the great blessing I possess Nor the weapon I wield in my hand Yes I must openly confess I was too dumb to even comprehend Now I know responsibility goes with what I write And I prepare now when I'm ready to send Phrases out into the bright day And the darkness of the mystical night See me in my window, I'm thinking of you, my friend And my enemy for you there's vicious fight These words they are powerful beyond end They travel on far beyond unlimited sight They maim and kill and they also mend I can't just carelessly put them into flight I now know...... My words will witness for or against me in the end . Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
J.Lee Posted November 16, 2004 Now I know responsibility goes with what I write That cought my attention. deep deep line. this poem makes me re-realize (if that is even word)the power of words and how poets possess that power. overall....very expressive piece. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DeadlyVision Posted November 24, 2004 Justic flow! ... To reflect on the past time that passed- The last line I masked to pass the task falling off tracks holding on macks to answer all questions I asked! Like why they got us gassed? Like am the victim guest to guess, appearingly I help them fill the gaps of the wide murders in mass! Like am the type to blast fast they say I shot the whole Cast! am not that cookoo I rather kick their aaS! Buncha brads filling up my base with rats! Once again is why I rock the mask and run wit' Kats wit' Bats! Bets the best am emmotionLESS! You jus'tryina Motion'THIS! I Portion BLISS, get in ya mind get ya attention like am pointing THIS=> They jus'WORDS nothing but NONE-SENSE! Call me the formal-LIST! earning ribs! Hate how am forming'this- Xaaaaaaaaah! I dive deep under Bust til' I rust my hammer, Broke but rent a hummer- Thy hate how my words give vision to Wonder... Yea, FUC'IT I can FLOW~ Yeh yeah I don'Luv no MO! Goin on solo am the death to a homo! Dept to what a ho'e know! Phat back she trying get me with her bootyshorts- Piss 'em off and say I don't play cutie sports_ My Words Got Me Like A Hostage! I Surrendered long ago- Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NIN_NOOL Posted November 25, 2004 Thanks for da rep sis, words are powerfull but as long as ppl realise that... it's all good. DV... My Words Got Me Like A Hostage! I Surrendered long ago- Mi old mucka i didn't know u was a rib tickla ....That was a nice ending. From da top of the dome To the corners filled with swirling paper I travel past the phonies and the fakers Trouble makers and loot takers Cause gingerbreadmen bakers Get melted by the cheese graters chillin on elevators Actin like haters Thinkin they are greater... What is going on? The congested pathways are filled with cats thinkin wrong Mentals dirty like water from a bong Bouncin over sad songs like ping pong for far too long Of a time...afraid of the lights shine so they climb da vine The eyes of strangers remind the line of malnourished minds That beast do not walk on their hind legs...and I dont do fights with handbags... and that a man that begs is more delicate then a dozen eggs In a room with unhappy feds runnin low on meds In these streets somali cats walk with dreds on their heads Breakdancing with keds and pumas from da sheds The dregs of this planet roam free unable to see Past the next day and it's a tragedy that the saddle be fallin off...leave'n souls as a casuality while the faculty tries to battle me... What is going on? All these fools scampering like ants in lil hong kong lookin $tupid like a midget with a giant dong Emeresed in a preverse visual starburst The durst is to stay away from the scurge of da day and keep them out my way or at least keep them at bay No matta what they say it's not ok to lay in corruption...my eternal essense abduction is the devils construction What hun is the right one? What gun makes the most run? How dumb is one who chases hot buns no matter where they are from and how dumb is one who shakes hot buns to attract all...includin scum The streets that I run I don't see one I see infinity... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NIN_NOOL Posted December 8, 2004 Words can entangle, enwrap, envelope a poet's brain rendering the scribe insane With the words ever evolving, always revolving in the mind, solving A mystery, appreciating history, or resolving an unchallenged philosophy. Those letters, laced into words, syllables, strategically placed. Love Hate Fear Ignorance is not a bliss, if the words can't explain that kiss, that sensation of a creation of procreation in the mind got to let it out Got to release those words ever revolving ever evolving.... Do you feel what I'm saying? Words..... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
