I want to hear voices

I c who you are in the dark night ]  [ edit ]
I c who you are in the dark night
Y don't you ever come out show yourself in the light
Its OK to be scared once in a while
Nobody wants to hurt you all they want to c is your smile
I'm not trying to make you do anything you don't want to do
But if you stay tucked away like a coward than only I will know the real you
Y is it only your mother and father can make your inner child come out
I know them stab wounds hurt quit fronting I know what your all about
Fifty what's that supposed to mean
Shit I've seen you ball like a baby from word of mouth bitch pass the green
Ya ya Eddie your a real good guy wanting to die
Tell me something I want to hear your gna fuck up soon and get caught in a lie
I only come out when your high or haven't slept so u say
This is your subconscious fucking with you slowly fading away
I'll fuck you up I'm not scared
Like ms paradise told u in front of your boys
You insecure fool I don't blame you for dragging her by her hair
Better watch out somebody will wanna play reeper and show you their toys
Till them listen to what you preach and stay strong
Quit telling everyone about your life esp your mom
This is not for anybody else but me ...wtf
Not again I wish thaddictef conciousat voice in my head will die and let me be free ......
......words from a sub conscious addicted to substance abuse coming from a addict trying to break its chains and let loose ....;

https://soundcloud.com/lyricalli/you-told-me-she-could-write

You Told Me She Could Write
   
Her words rip through me    
the way you do    
killing me not-so-softly    
with her poetry    
   
because she knows    
   
She had her version of you    
the overwhelming too much    
and not nearly enough    
of it all    
that may make me crazy    
   
I'm okay with that    
   
So we revel    
she and I    
in her lines and curses    
toast our questionable sanity    
that would choose again    
these verses, naked and wanton    
wanting    
until it hurts    
   
because this is fucking poetry, baby    
   
And I want to feel every word    
let it burn to my bones    
where you've etched the art    
she's excavating    
 

https://youtu.be/MRnSbVJRDI0

Just the Sight

Just the sight of your hands
Dusted with hair
Made me want to cry
Your crooked teeth in a beautiful mouth
I would try and swipe at with my tongue
Your face so lovely and boyish
I wanted to kiss and lick your eyelids
Their doll like lashes
You were lost and had been
Abandoned by your mother
I wanted to save you and take you into me
But every girl did
And haunted by just your naked collarbone
And wanting to lock my mouth
On your Adam's apple
The look of you in clothes
I wanted to rip from your body
As I forced you against a wall
Your cock that tasted like the sea
When my stepfather would take us sailing
In choppy waters, the boat listing
To where my sandalled feet were scrambling
For purchase and how he laughed at our slippery fear
And there was the same harrowing danger in you
The threat of fatality
A sense of impossible drowning
Your breathing softly crafting my agony
As you looked past me
To the bed where I'd just ridden you
In a violent tossing storm
Within our sad forlorn little hotel room
And silently gathered your things.

I have many audios, so I will put my latest one here called "Eira"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1jzaHJ4RT4

Another one bites the dust


Boom
   Boom
Another one bites the dust
Justify this thrust
           Saying theft
By the deft
Should be slain?


Yes
We
Distrust
Discuss
Disgust
Muss
Must
Mistrust
      Lessons learned history earned?
Burned
Churned
Turned
   Tuskegee
           So known buzzword prominent
So many others not known
Less extant
Still there
Still breaches
Of trust
Scientific lust
Minorities
   The vulnerable
             Babies
                   Mentally disabled
                           Poverty ridden
                   Age and disease stricken
Labeled "others" by some in power
     Though even those wielding the scalpels and the vials of lethal bacteria
         Diphtheria?
did not always escape their own experiments
          Scientific enhancements
                  Treating others as chattel for spurious advancements
San Quentin
       MKULTRA
                    Manhattan Project
                                    Stateville Pen


What has this to do with shootings now by law purveyors ostensible in communities cross the nation?
Why naught
Save this
One
Little
Thing:
If we
Distrust, we may feel we must
'tis desperate, dire, integral
Mayhap
Even
Instinctual
   (Is that too deep and discommodious for you?)
Self-preservation.
         Don't let our children live
                    NO
        Our children WILL live
We are tired of seeing them die
        Tired of watching their life's blood seep through our hands
           To the street
                    Betwixt your feet
                           Their minds awry
                                   From propaganda cleverly plied
Enough
We're done
     You're done
           We've had enough
                       And so have you
Because here's the thing: when you kill us, you kill you too.
Regardless of your stance on this,
We're
Part
Of you
You're
Part
Of us
We better figure all that out
          This mess is ours
         Interconnectedness




http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/173946-another-one-bites-the-dust/

http://youtu.be/UgiHJC0y_2w

The Barfly Effect

I'm outta smokes
and tired
as tropes
about love
going nowhere
but wrong
so let's play this straight
say what it is
what it ain't
without commercials
or their fucking catchy songs

What you see
is what I got
and all I want
is company
for the night
or the week
or the month

If you're looking for more
well honey
there's the door
I'm doing just fine
with my friends
quiet old boys
that go down
without fuss
keeping me mellow
and making me cuss
here on this stool
as I scare off fools
trying to buy me drinks
with umbrellas

But it's raining men
and I'm drinking them in
no matter the name on the label
so if you still want to sit
with me at this table
buy the next round
then sit your ass down
and tell me your name
while you're able​

https://soundcloud.com/mistress-heather/the-barfly-effect

THE GARDEN OF LUST.
 Come with me to the garden of lust. I'll feed your desires of that you can trust. Taste my silky wetness . Quench your thirst. I'll satisfy your every fantasy, make you cum, make you burst. Press your soft lips against my ripe breast. As for my past lovers, you are by far the best. Lick me! Suck me! Feel me! Once more.taste me! Fuck me! Treat me like your whore. So warm! So wet! So tight! Don't cum just yet. Lick it once more.Taste my sweetness. Look what you've done.now cum inside of me. Explode in my fun.open your eyes, the garden evaporates. I'll see you next time. I'll be waiting for you by the garden gates.......

Thank you so much to all who have submitted entries thus far! it is a tough competition!

Well, I have been sitting here, shocked, staring at this page in disbelief. Frankly, this is a competition I never expected to win.

I've been speechless and I know at this point I'm pouring words onto the page like a sieve. Please bear with me, luvs.  

First, thank you very, very, very much ~ merci mille fois. I am deeply humbled, mes amies. So many superb voice artists posted. I am honored to be in this company. Congratulations to the divine Missy and gifted Lyricalli!

Brad, luv, thank you so very much for hosting this competition and giving us a chance to begin exploring Deep Underground Poetry's voice talents: those who posted and those who chose not to do so as well. DUP is blessed with a great deal of talent in a vast array of poetic realms... :-*

Again, thank you all more than I can adequately convey.

Lady Savaja, this is a well deserved win. You have such an alluring, sultry sound. I listen over and over to your voice pieces. I think it's a quite apparent supremacy of talent when other ask you lend your voice to their work. Bravisima bella poeta!

Ahhh, Gahddess Worship, luv ~

Thank you ever so much. :-* (Any eloquence of reply I might have garnered has flown, I'm warning you.)

See? I managed to post this a bit ago without finishing my thought, luv. Please pardon me for that (*she says, bumbling about*). Your kindness and praise have rather flustered me. :-*

Again, thank you more than you know...

Congratulations Savaja! And also to Missy for the runner-up nod.

I was surprised to see my name in the mix.

It was a real treat to listen to the different readings. Thanks for starting the competition, gazellemon.