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Poet Introduction
I do rap active poetry....thus me is your third optical to your written articles journals....
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2017 1:10am
11th Sep 2017 1:10am
In me
in me
Dwells a friend of all friend s
A supper human closer to a picture
I call God
A alchemists
In crafts of chemistry
For he said on to me
1 sun hours
Why is it that human s
Live as components of mixed emotions
Flabbergasted in a form no logic
I was caught
For that day the thought came
I had no scapegoat to blame
For realty share no shame n
My lonely reflection stood up and spilled a complain...
Its fine
Plus we have different reasons to evil
Nor do doog
N history results no future
So...
Dwells a friend of all friend s
A supper human closer to a picture
I call God
A alchemists
In crafts of chemistry
For he said on to me
1 sun hours
Why is it that human s
Live as components of mixed emotions
Flabbergasted in a form no logic
I was caught
For that day the thought came
I had no scapegoat to blame
For realty share no shame n
My lonely reflection stood up and spilled a complain...
Its fine
Plus we have different reasons to evil
Nor do doog
N history results no future
So...
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2017 00:55am
29th Aug 2017 00:55am
Intrinsic if not raw
swords of gladiator use to entertain
The mind of writers
I scribble stainless still
To thoughts induced
An
At thy end
The results of alchemy produced
Bullet mark pen ball volt...
Striking images
Of pictures art
Papers gets bruced.
The mind of writers
I scribble stainless still
To thoughts induced
An
At thy end
The results of alchemy produced
Bullet mark pen ball volt...
Striking images
Of pictures art
Papers gets bruced.
#music
#drugs
#lyrics
#WritingPoetry
#rap
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2017 8:09am
16th Aug 2017 8:09am
Zuma is a legal consumer
358 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Jul 2017 3:21pm
11th Jul 2017 3:21pm
no texure
I just ate, hate, my back ground
love now my allergy
that I thought it has bitter in taste
step by step I work
knew my obstacle's was no challenge
thus my illness is logic
could revise rhymes
one stole a her from.
raps collected, connected
from this unknown fossils.
love now my allergy
that I thought it has bitter in taste
step by step I work
knew my obstacle's was no challenge
thus my illness is logic
could revise rhymes
one stole a her from.
raps collected, connected
from this unknown fossils.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Jul 2017 9:55am
10th Jul 2017 9:55am
free thoughts
at a time that's timeless
I let my breath compile a verse
injecting methods of distress
with a frequencies
that has no communication bares
or sickness like lap'acy
lacking vitamins
so here's some raw THC
highly formulated with lethal vocabulary
extra plus ordinary equals to
infinite philosophy
like generator to produce high electricity
so what's your instrument to merge my ability
test tight quality, allergy 4 wack mc's
cats like letter m has eyes to c
but I'll be the one to row
beneath c ass
like boxing...
I let my breath compile a verse
injecting methods of distress
with a frequencies
that has no communication bares
or sickness like lap'acy
lacking vitamins
so here's some raw THC
highly formulated with lethal vocabulary
extra plus ordinary equals to
infinite philosophy
like generator to produce high electricity
so what's your instrument to merge my ability
test tight quality, allergy 4 wack mc's
cats like letter m has eyes to c
but I'll be the one to row
beneath c ass
like boxing...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jun 2017 11:37am
20th Jun 2017 11:37am
penpant
writing is what I do
I squeeze the pen
ink till the last drop
is what I think
words a bloody
stench is what I stink
if I don't do
writing smell
the perfume
that punch's on queue
write on rulers
that's the cite
when I pen fight
I strike right
the sight inside
that hides it.
cause when I write
I recite'....
I squeeze the pen
ink till the last drop
is what I think
words a bloody
stench is what I stink
if I don't do
writing smell
the perfume
that punch's on queue
write on rulers
that's the cite
when I pen fight
I strike right
the sight inside
that hides it.
cause when I write
I recite'....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2017 11:32am
12th Jun 2017 11:32am
o-rbit...
OR-BIT
IT SAID UNTO ME
REGULATE
AND PADDLE ME IN
THIS ROUND CYCLE
WE HAVE TO CICULATE, TO SUCCEED
ORBIT, ROUND ARROUND RUSTENBURG
WE FOLLOW THE FLOW OF VESIONARIES
SEARCHING FOR OUR OWN DREAMS IT SEEMS
TVET THE LOGIC OF WHY DO
THY PAY VATs
FOR FOOD OF THOUGHT
HUNGER STRIKES
THE YOUTHS WITH QUERIES
AS SWORDS DEVINE LINES IN SOCCIAL-MEDIA
NOW I’”M ON LINE
TO FORFILL MY REGISTOR IN MY MISSION
TO CATCH THY VESION…
IT SAID UNTO ME
REGULATE
AND PADDLE ME IN
THIS ROUND CYCLE
WE HAVE TO CICULATE, TO SUCCEED
ORBIT, ROUND ARROUND RUSTENBURG
WE FOLLOW THE FLOW OF VESIONARIES
SEARCHING FOR OUR OWN DREAMS IT SEEMS
TVET THE LOGIC OF WHY DO
THY PAY VATs
FOR FOOD OF THOUGHT
HUNGER STRIKES
THE YOUTHS WITH QUERIES
AS SWORDS DEVINE LINES IN SOCCIAL-MEDIA
NOW I’”M ON LINE
TO FORFILL MY REGISTOR IN MY MISSION
TO CATCH THY VESION…
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