Poetry and Lryic Thread

Just thought I try a attempt to start a thread about other people's lryics and poems. I have a few that I wrote so I will type up some.

 

"Toy Box"

 

A toy factory of our own each imagination.

Where all parts of human robots creates spaces of fascination.

A trip to a world where indiviuailty is free.

Each plastic parts, metal of all sorts, little toy robots all out to be....

creative, knowledgable and yet musically intelligent.

In their own toy box, nuttin seems to be irrevalant.

Plans to be played, times to be heard, let me flip these poetry rhymes into a new found verb.

This is how these little toys feel when you neglect and reject to play with them.

Alone lonely in their little huge world of a toy box, no one to show or reflect with them.

Hoping one day to catch on to a little boy's heart and fall deepless into a world that will never tear apart.

Music, sounds, as they be played, These toy robots have their own way to be heard.

They sing and write, even a little dance and fight,

In our own little dreams, that is the remedy for us to be cured.

 

-Mufasa

Another...

 

"ERIKA"

 

One cup to cup eight.

Eight to cup to sweet cupcake.

My princess, she forever so sweet to taste.

Take our hearts together and forever we be paste.

But let me skip the mutual argreement.

Me taking to be heartless needed to find love for the treament.

Light skin tan kitten eye lady.

Sugar coated plum Lip Lucious eye glazing.

Now what in the world do I know about love?

Immaturity was still in my level yet while this princess reign high above.

We are just not talking about any beauty type a girl.

Im discussing the physics facts that I couldn't possibly afford cause she was the shinning pearl.

oh shit maybe ill drop some verses in here later......ill write something new for this

i have a book i carry in my back pocket n write shit down that pops in my head which hapens alot.....shit just flows its wierd

I write poetry on walls.

Originally posted by mufasa

Just thought I try a attempt to start a thread about other people's lryics and poems. I have a few that I wrote so I will type up some.

 

"Toy Box"

 

A toy factory of our own each imagination.

Where all parts of human robots creates spaces of fascination.

A trip to a world where indiviuailty is free.

Each plastic parts, metal of all sorts, little toy robots all out to be....

creative, knowledgable and yet musically intelligent.

In their own toy box, nuttin seems to be irrevalant.

Plans to be played, times to be heard, let me flip these poetry rhymes into a new found verb.

This is how these little toys feel when you neglect and reject to play with them.

Alone lonely in their little huge world of a toy box, no one to show or reflect with them.

Hoping one day to catch on to a little boy's heart and fall deepless into a world that will never tear apart.

Music, sounds, as they be played, These toy robots have their own way to be heard.

They sing and write, even a little dance and fight,

In our own little dreams, that is the remedy for us to be cured.

 

-Mufasa

 

 

is this one about todays youth.it hit straight to the heart man:(

i helped write this one:

dude i'm producing for is gonna drop this one tomarrow, he's already library of congressed this one so bite it and get sued.

 

backround info: he's 31 been rappin for 14 years, was signed and divorced from def jam. independent now, his album drops in july. this is the last song theres no hooks.

 

"outro"

 

build up:

nigga, this city still cries

over, american lives, american lies

america ties, me, to the cross

time after time, for, rhyme after rhyme

without fear, 14 years later and i'm still here.

 

beat hits:

Fuck the police comin straight from the underground

fuck the industry nigga made it with my own sound

from takin down, clown by clown,

using round after round, taking crown by crown

cause they cant hold me down. the sound.

 

i listened to it, pulled through it.

from hard times to happiness i fought through it all.

just to stand tall, and gaze from the stage through the light rays, nigga i won't lie to ya i aint always make the right plays.

 

from, drug addictions to thugs and linens

hugs from womens, its how im livin,

you could never fill the shoes that i've been in.

but im still in, still breathin, still seein these dollar signs cloudin my vision, but i still see through the lines that past rappers hid in, tryin to fit in.

fuck that,

thats reason rap aint bumpin, just a shit load of songs about nothin,cept money and humpin.

i blame the airwaves, radio plays decays what blacks really wanna say, trying to feed 4 mouths every mother fuckin day, minimum wage, minimum pay, the minimum race the police chase,

us, bust us, the judge wont trust us and DA wanna waste us, the whole system fucked up.

 

cept few who walk from an araignment, incarcerated containment,like OJ, but its OK cause they was entertainment.

i've seen the young ones lost in the ubran landscape get hand baked shaked and lost forever to this pavment.

 

so i lay in the sac i look back.

we chose diffrent paths but the same crafts

writin paragraphs of raps, no emotion held back,

and if you listend to the past 9 tacks...

you'd here the paralax, this is where it ends at.

 

(beat rides out)

 

if you heard the beat you'd know why it was written this way, might link a snipit later.

Thought about plublishing?

i wrote a lot of poetry, but i fear you guys will just laugh at my fragile emotional state :

MANIK DEK , Yes that was about today's youth but also from seeing it in a child's view, im not done with the poem/song but will be. I decided to write it after I have produced a sound or two for it. It is so awesome.

 

Bonus, That is some deep deep lyrics. Def Jam huh? Does he have more to read?

 

Cloner, please share. I liek reading of all sorts of poetry and rhymes.

 

I started out as a producer. I use this cheap program tho called ACID 4.0. But does well with me also leaving me with a style to mix with. If anyone down the line would like a copy of cd of sounds, let me know.

 

Im see if I can type up some more rhymes latterz.

"random writing in book"

 

Watch the Scissor hands clip border,

Jump from one line to another to rearrange them in one order.

What the heck did he say? I think he just spitting just to spit it?!

It's really just the reality and the way I choose to live it.

Otherwords, im just saying the way I feel.

Unlike you other emcee's putting shit together in ryhmes that isn't even real.

Guess that doesn't make you a real emcee.

Though, you just a flour to a sourdough as this cookie stays sugar to a sweet truly.

Sorry if I come off rudely.......

 

 

-Mufasa

heres some big l lyrics

Aiiyyo, some people was born in heaven

with a silver spoon in they mouth

and had everything handed to them on a silver platter

and never had to work hard for nothing

(Pause)

Then there are some people that was born in the opposite world

of those that was born in heaven, which is called hell

and had to work hard for everything they got

and never had nothing handed to them... and never will

 

[1st Verse]

I'm only at the age of 10

And life already seems to me like it's heading for a dead end

Cause my moms be smoking mad crack

My dad went out for a fast snack, and never brought his ass back

Nobody knows how I feel, it's quite ill

Cause I had to steal to fill my stomach with a nice meal

Too ashamed to walk the streets

Wearing the same cheap sneaks and dirty outfits for weeks

Even my holidays got damaged

Cause on Christmas I asked Santa for a father and a hot sandwich

I just can't take it (uh-huh, uh-huh)

And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'

 

[Chorus]

It seems like my life's been cursed

Ever since I was a child, and how will I make it?

I won't, that's how

I walk around with a frown; I got no reason to smile

And how will I make it?

I won't, that's how

Aiiyyo times was rough, I had to grow up foul

And how will I make it?

I won't, that's how

I always knew that I'd end up doing time on the Isle

And how will I make it?

I won't, that's how

 

[2nd Verse]

Five years passed by, now I'm at the age of 15

No more fun and games, it's time to get cream (word up)

Cause I'm about to burst, it's like my life was cursed

I went to church, prayed everyday

And it still got worse

Soon I ran into a couple of guns

Started stalking the streets, slate robbing suckers for funds (give it up, give it up)

Now everyday I creep with the heat

Ain't nothing sweet, I rob for meat

If I don't steal I don't eat

Then I lost control and started going too far

Robbed this brother named Umar

Then got snatched by the blue car

Where I grew up it was a living hell

Then I started to realize – I'm better off in a prison cell

Now I can sleep, now I can eat

Can't hit skins, but I wasn't hitting skins when I was in the street

Aiiyyo I just can't take it

And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'

 

[Chorus]

 

[3rd Verse]

Doing time was full of stress G, all the

Fighting's and stabbings and men finding men sexy

One tried to test me didn't find it humorous

Beat him with a pillowcase filled with cans of tuna fish

My time came to a cease; I'm back on the streets again

I hope I don't get snatched by the beast again

But it's getting crazy hectic

Cause I'm broke, get up naked

And can't get a job cause of my jail record

Before you know it, I was robbing them same ducks

I even started robbing homeless folks for they change cups

My whole life was deserted

Either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered, but do I deserve it?

All I tried to do was live the one life that I got

But it seems like I can't get a fair shot (word up)

I just can't take it (uh-huh)

And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'

 

[Chorus]

 

[big L]

Word up man, it's real rough out here man

In the ghetto, all you can wish for is a better tomorrow

It ain't getting no better, it's only getting worse, word up...

and heres some of my own magic.its called concrete zoo.

-on any given night a man might have to fight

maybe against one maybe even 2

doesnt matter when the chaos ensues

but on this current evening it was the case

my lesuirly pace turned into a chase

back to my house to devise my first phase

of assault

as i approached the cust that tried

to bust earlier,i retrieved a phillips

head outta my backpack that guaranteed

to make him feel pain from his head to

his nutsack The first insertion was executed

directly between the 4th and 5th vertibrae

leaving him in a ball on the ground looking gay

the second faggot was trying to spit game

to an obviously uninthoused dame

while i calmly walked up to

his face and said "your a fucking disgrace"

and continued to give him a massive contusion

leaving the girl in a state of mass confusion

while enroute to the last victims home

i stopped by his woman's to get some dome

her not knowing her last callwas to be in vain

for she was the next to be slain

using a partially serrated object

i made a punture to her neck

ending her life as a slut

with only one deep cut

i approached the lasts house with

the intention to kill as silent as a mouse

i entered through the sliding glass door

as he was fucking some whore

threw out a flashbang to disturb the peace

and commenced making his torso into mince meat.

Gotta necro ill bill to them last lyrics.

"unknow verses"

 

Watch me flip nickels into dimes....

and flip words on paper into ryhmes.

Staying poetry keeps me alert and jive.

Not so hard on the streets but still the heart fights to stay alive.

I keep myself standing to see the world below.

Musically higher above...

You can't touch a butterfly with a pigeon yet to be formed as a dove.

 

 

So please, I spit rythms to melody sounds just so I can hear a decent beat.

You be a playa and I be game for a console cartridge that is never seeing defeat.

So listen when I say no su casa mi casa,

Not the king but the reign Prince of this shit, I be the Mufasa.

 

-Mufasa

Originally posted by mufasa

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Bonus, That is some deep deep lyrics. Def Jam huh? Does he have more to read?

yeah, he's the best MC i've ever worked with.

 

i actually wrote a lot of this one.

 

its about a young girl who gets pregnat, hooked on crack, is abused by her boyfriend, cant feed her baby,

ends up killing her boyfriend and later killing her self. age:13

 

"one of these nights"

written by Beware! and Nick Senator

produced by Nick Senator for Unlimited Groove Records

copyright 2004 Unlimitied Groove

copyright 2004 Nick Senator

copyright 2004 Beware!

copyright 2004 The DC Audio Cartel

all rights reserved

sampled from the song "one of these nights" by The Eagles

copyright 1976 Asylum/Elektra/Nonesuch Records

Warner Communications inc.

vocal samples from the song "mamma" by Tupac Shakur

copywrite 2002 Death Row records

 

once upon a young dame at a young age

raised

upon the concrete cascade

where

so many young ones choose to fade

where two of her brothers forever laid

she was trying to turn a new page

 

life in the fast lane lookin for a new way

but it was too late, one on the way

moma said no way bills to pay

hubby was high in the game, high on yay

 

but thats why she dug him in the first place

ballin like mase, lace, hot like hot cakes

all the money he makes, all the rules he breaks

true gangsta, even left marks on her face

 

hard to replace

 

especially when you know

the only place to go

is hell or back home

but when home is hell

just a little more cold

being strong and bold gets old and sold for sacks of sorrow.

 

chorus:

"one of these nights

one of these crazy old nights

we're gonna find out pretty mamma

what turns you on at night"

 

the streets claimed many but said NOT ME

im'a make past twenty three,

degree, SUV, Camary

house in the suburb-a-ry

 

the esteem of a young teen with young dream

dumb is about as dumb as dumb can seem

she was a "black queen" but "crack feind"

hoein for cream like too many others i seen

 

her moms was on it too

drunk off brew

never had a clue

thinkin these are hard times but we'll pull through

father was a dude who she never knew

 

we were all too emotional

on parole

pushin buttons like remote control

without control

we were pushin the envelope seein how far we could go

 

chorus:

"one of these nights

one of these crazy old nights

we're gonna find out pretty mamma

what turns you on at night"

 

she walked in the pad

hubbys mad

high like arab

broke her wrist on the door, head on the floor

reached for the drawer

pulled out the slab

thats how hubby got stabbed

 

police got the call

she said it wasn't my fault

they wasn't hearin it they put her in the car.

this about the time when hard times get more hard

the baby saw it all

 

i heard her testimony

bout how she killed her baby's daddy

gladly

id say

the DA

sadly

aint give her a fair case

stood in the court saw the look on her face

prepubescant young black beauty without a trace of grace

 

orange threads could never suit this queen

as it it may seem

couldn't fit the system or the scene

freedom for her came in the form of gasoline

Rest in peace my young black queen may you forever dream

 

chorus X4:

"one of these nights

one of these crazy old nights

we're gonna find out pretty mamma

what turns you on at night"

Originally posted by dANce'N'grAf

oh shit maybe ill drop some verses in here later......ill write something new for this

i have a book i carry in my back pocket n write shit down that pops in my head which hapens alot.....shit just flows its wierd

 

dancin', graffin' AND rhymin'??? you're just a straight up hip hop renaissance man aren't ya? w3rD Da FuCk uP!

Re: Re: Poetry and Lryic Thread

 

Originally posted by MANIK DEK

Fuck the police comin straight from the underground

fuck the industry nigga made it with my own sound

 

as good as it gets

I wrote 'Get your own damn mountain' over an Army: Be All You Can Be ad that featured a group of artic-commando troops scaling a snowy summit.

 

I looked back over it later and I thought to myself in sheer Bro-ism 'whoa, that was, like, deep.' I then tore it out, scanned it, put it on myspace.com as one of my photos and in turn had sex with an 20 year old Polish-Russian with 34D tits from Argentina because I said she looked like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Chicks melt when you compare them to some distant childhood fixation that you know they all have.

 

Yep, that's me.. one sick poet.

GZA -I Gotcha Back

 

I was always taught my do's and don'ts

For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't

I'm from Brooklyn, a place where stars are born

Streets are shot up, apartment buildings are torn

and ripped up, stripped up, shacked up and backed up

from fiends, cause the bosses on the scene, they got it cracked up

Kids are slingin in my lobby

Little Steve and Bobby

Gettin paid but it's a life-threatening hobby

Yeah, they still play hide and seek

The fiends seek for the crack, and they hide and let the cops peep

Grown folks say they should be out on their own

Before the gangs come and blow up their mom's home

Because they lifestyle is hectic, so fuckin hectic

Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Bullets are ejected

My lifestyle was so far from well

Coulda wrote a book with a title "Age 12 and Goin through Hell"

Then I realized the plan

I'm trapped in a deadly video game, with just one man

So I don't only watch my back, I watch my front

Cause it's the niggaz who front, they be pullin stunts

Back on the Ave of Lavonia and Bristol with a pistol

Stickin up Pamela and Crystal

You know your town is dangerous when you see the strangest

kid come home from doin the bid and nuthin changes

What is the meaning of CRIME (what?)

Is it Criminals Robbin Innocent Motherfuckers Everytime?

Little shorties take walks to the schoolyard

Tryin to solve the puzzles to why is life so hard

Then as soon as they reached the playground, blaow!

Shots ring off and now one of them lay down

It's so hard to escape the gunfire

I wish I could rule it out like an umpire

But it's an everlasting game, and it never cease to exist

Only the players change, so...

I got a bunch, but here's one of them... wrote this back in February 2003...

 

"The City"

 

The city breathes, the city speaks

The city grieves, the city weeps

Countrymen flock to the city's fortunes and arrive as strangers

Yet city boys flee to the countryside from the city's dangers

How ironic...

Opposites do indeed attract; the city thrives off of a duality

existence

The highs and lows, pros and cons, rights and wrongs -- both of which

are persistent

The media, smiling faces, beautiful skylines; facades which cover the

grit and grime

The abundance of glamour, wealth and luxury cast above the underlying

poverty and crime

The city is a paradox... on a bipolar relentless run

How can heaven and hell exist as one?

It seems the city is getting torn apart

Yet the strive for perfection is HELD TOGETHER by hopeful hearts

The city.

there once was a man from nantuckit...

One more, this is more like a rap I recorded over a beat, but it can be read as a poem... written July 2002.

 

"Strive For Perfection"

 

Life ain't always peaches and cream

Strive for perfection, reach for your dreams

in the Afterlife we'll see what the sequel will bring

People do things to either hurt or help, which side are you on?

smoke up a fatty and ride til the dawn

to the early light, bought mama a necklace, what a pearly sight

we've come too far, we've earned these rights

to turn these nights into day in our quest of revivin' the ghetto

take a look at honey over there in her 5-inch stillettos

dyin' to let go of all the pleasure and pain

we're the seeds of a New Beginning, and the treasure is rain

desperate measures is plain to see, who knows what the future will hold?

Strive for perfection and shoot for ya goals

The truth will be told when it's all said and done

It's like we see red and then run to head for a gun

bust lead at his lung, another casualty dead for the young

there's potential out there, no need to hide the selections

stay on the road, don't drive to the exit, strive for perfection

Finally, this BFA in Creative Writing comes in handy... this one's from Marvin Bell simply because he's amazing and terribly nice:

 

"Ending with a Line from Lear"

 

I will try to remember. It was light.

It was also dark, in the grave. I could feel

how dark it was, how black it would be

without my father. When he was gone.

But he was not gone, not yet. He was only

a corpse, and I could still touch him

that afternoon. Earlier the same afternoon.

This is the one thing that scares me:

losing my father. I don't want him to go.

I am a young man. I will never be older.

I am wearing a tie and a watch. The sky,

gray, hangs over everything. Today

the sky has no curve to it, and no end.

He is deep into his mission. He has business

to attend to. He wears a tie but no watch.

I will skip a lot of what happens next.

Then the moment comes. Everything, everything

has been said, and the wheels start to turn.

They roll, the straps unwind, and the coffin

begins to descend. Into the awful damp.

Into the black center of the earth. I

am being left behind. The center of my body

sinks down into the cold fire of the grave.

But still my feet stand on top of the dirt.

My father's grave. I will never again.

Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.

One from Stephen Dunn:

 

"Having Lost All Capacity"

 

I am a man and count

nothing human alien to me.

—Terence

 

Today I read how Japanese fishermen

lured thousands of dolphins ashore,

slaughtering them because they eat fish

the fishermen want to catch and sell,

and tomorrow it'll be people once again

mutilating other people, and there'll come a time

when I'll just sit there turning the pages

having lost all capacity for horror

and so much that is human

will be alien to me I'll want to kill

all the killers, I'll walk past my wife

with a kitchen knife and out the door

into the streets where others like me

will be slashing at wind and shadows...

until the first ripped neck.

 

I hear everything gets calmer then.

After the first time with a girl I remember

smelling my fingers and then tasting them,

and that's what I hear the first righteous

murder smells and tastes like, only better,

and with the headlines from a week of tabloids

in my mouth I'll know what the end

of the world tastes like, irresistible,

and that's all I can think about

here in my room, the sons of bitches,

the bastards!

nice, im gonna use some of this at the next reading..:lol:

And one from my undergrad days....

 

"Felonious Self Portrait #1"

 

Saint Matthew, perennial convict,

Hasn't the slightest twinge

Or sprinkling of guilt; he knows

That every last breath

Is taken each minute, and it is

Only by the grace of god—

a blueprint for luck—

That a new breath manages to appear

Thereafter. Only this grace,

This luck, maintains:

 

Unsure, unreliable machine.

 

Meaning: right now, a child is dying

At the hands of his patron;

Maybe in a stinking rest area bathroom

Just off the interstate to Orlando—where, even

In Florida, the chill of early Autumn

Becomes a prelude: profit

To the ultimate condition that drapes a body;

 

A cold body; a corpse.

 

Or maybe it's in the basement playroom

While mother is still at work

And father is still in the garden digging

A little hole for his seeds—

Isn't it always the case?

 

Just out of earshot a last breath runs out

Of luck, and any grace that would be held in

The little lungs that now drown under their own, pink weight,

Fades;

softly and slowly.

Originally posted by mufasa

I started out as a producer. I use this cheap program tho called ACID 4.0.

LOL dude, naw, Dont sleep on ACID Pro, its a great program i use it a lot, so do a lot of industry people cause you can do so much with it and use other programs at the same time cause its way smaller than pro tools.

 

plus the zoom ratio on samples is sweet you can get so fucking precise. it works with most outboard interfaces too.

 

link beats dude.

 

damn id love to link a beat snipet for each but got no server. any one wanna hook me up? the files are less than a meg each.

i suppose..here's a few.

 

 

 

Stop wasting time and harness your full potential then please tilt back and begin burying

 

yourself and before the realization will hit, you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find the sun

 

rising up your own ass and then the realization that you’ve eluded greatness yet again

 

will emerge fulfilled and sheathed in glory like you were meant to be had you only owed

 

it to yourself. But you’re no fool, you don’t like to fall. So wear a smile but wear it

 

thinly, because you’re not worth it and you’re no star. You’re the bastard afterbirth of all

 

stars ever sent reeling into the whirling void that sucks upon itself in utter universal

 

collapse. Beneath ten trillion miles of meat and regrets, you extend a shaky hand.

 

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Misconception

 

It’s not in my interest to attempt to be clever in my approach to my art. Once that starts happening, surely it’s no longer art. Cleverness is for the beholder to decide. The generation of art by a being must be an entirely natural process for that being, not at all involving any conscious attempt at “being clever” because that’s pretense.

 

I will not throw this away…Iwill not throw this away…I will not throw this away

 

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Transcendence

 

Many things are dead to me

Things I’d once known fervently

Are there spaces yet unoccupied

Where I can go and expand

Exponentially onwards and upwards

To the top of the universe

That resides in nestled splendor

At the seat of creation.

Where rapture is total

And two are one?

 

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Untitled #7

 

 

The earth shook upon my entry into the world

Like a baby trembling in the morning wind

A frozen child with arms out towards the concealed day

The son of Man wants nothing more than to be the son of the Sun.

 

Always has…Always will

 

Did the earth move for you too?

 

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Untitled #8

 

 

I wanna kill myself and start again.

 

Walk the ten mile jungle gym journey up the trees

 

Swim through the leaves and with the times in tow

 

Have opportunity and destiny planted in the palm of my hand

 

And for the first time in my life know for sure that it’s gonna be ok

 

Never again wasting time pursuing stupid dreams that end in me on fire

 

And without a heart that functions.

 

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I’m sorry you could never have me.

That was my fault indeed.

But there’s a funny thing about it all

Couldn’t shake it from my soul.

Everytime I ever dashed your hopes.

You had me there to hold.

Everytime a dream slipped from your eyes.

Did not I weave more gold?

I was more yours than mine.

I just didn’t let you know.

You know it’s strange that silence that fills the void we once occupied.

How through it all I realize the way I thought you felt was the way I feel inside.

And this is what I thought you felt if you wondered why…

 

You never saw how you sewed laughter in my heart,

Or how happy you made me when you smiled.

You saw my shortcomings and my contempt,

Only a small portion of who we were blown disgustingly out of proportion.

You left for nothing.

For nothing.

You used to tell me I made you happy

I never once really made you happy, did I?

And now I think,

Just like me, you believe

Happiness is a curse that carries with it the horrible burden of its own eventual collapse.

And now I think,

With all this in mind,

That I love you forever.

 

 

 

 

:

Originally posted by 8onus

LOL dude, naw, Dont sleep on ACID Pro, its a great program i use it a lot, so do a lot of industry people cause you can do so much with it and use other programs at the same time cause its way smaller than pro tools.

 

plus the zoom ratio on samples is sweet you can get so fucking precise. it works with most outboard interfaces too.

 

link beats dude.

 

damn id love to link a beat snipet for each but got no server. any one wanna hook me up? the files are less than a meg each.

 

Really? thanx. I had no clue acid was a well use know program. I design many sounds with this program.

 

I would type more lyrics but being busy and all but tight work in. I see what I can do within the next week. You peeps keep trping up lyrics.

Originally posted by cloner

i suppose..here's a few.

 

 

 

Stop wasting time and harness your full potential then please tilt back and begin burying

 

yourself and before the realization will hit, you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find the sun

 

rising up your own ass and then the realization that you’ve eluded greatness yet again

 

will emerge fulfilled and sheathed in glory like you were meant to be had you only owed

 

it to yourself. But you’re no fool, you don’t like to fall. So wear a smile but wear it

 

thinly, because you’re not worth it and you’re no star. You’re the bastard afterbirth of all

 

stars ever sent reeling into the whirling void that sucks upon itself in utter universal

 

collapse. Beneath ten trillion miles of meat and regrets, you extend a shaky hand.

 

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Misconception

 

It’s not in my interest to attempt to be clever in my approach to my art. Once that starts happening, surely it’s no longer art. Cleverness is for the beholder to decide. The generation of art by a being must be an entirely natural process for that being, not at all involving any conscious attempt at “being clever” because that’s pretense.

 

I will not throw this away…Iwill not throw this away…I will not throw this away

 

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Transcendence

 

Many things are dead to me

Things I’d once known fervently

Are there spaces yet unoccupied

Where I can go and expand

Exponentially onwards and upwards

To the top of the universe

That resides in nestled splendor

At the seat of creation.

Where rapture is total

And two are one?

 

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The earth shook upon my entry into the world

Like a baby trembling in the morning wind

A frozen child with arms out towards the concealed day

The son of Man wants nothing more than to be the son of the Sun.

 

Always has…Always will

 

Did the earth move for you too?

 

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I wanna kill myself and start again.

 

Walk the ten mile jungle gym journey up the trees

 

Swim through the leaves and with the times in tow

 

Have opportunity and destiny planted in the palm of my hand

 

And for the first time in my life know for sure that it’s gonna be ok

 

Never again wasting time pursuing stupid dreams that end in me on fire

 

And without a heart that functions.

 

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I’m sorry you could never have me.

That was my fault indeed.

But there’s a funny thing about it all

Couldn’t shake it from my soul.

Everytime I ever dashed your hopes.

You had me there to hold.

Everytime a dream slipped from your eyes.

Did not I weave more gold?

I was more yours than mine.

I just didn’t let you know.

You know it’s strange that silence that fills the void we once occupied.

How through it all I realize the way I thought you felt was the way I feel inside.

And this is what I thought you felt if you wondered why…

 

You never saw how you sewed laughter in my heart,

Or how happy you made me when you smiled.

You saw my shortcomings and my contempt,

Only a small portion of who we were blown disgustingly out of proportion.

You left for nothing.

For nothing.

You used to tell me I made you happy

I never once really made you happy, did I?

And now I think,

Just like me, you believe

Happiness is a curse that carries with it the horrible burden of its own eventual collapse.

And now I think,

With all this in mind,

That I love you forever.

 

 

 

 

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Tight, tight. Keep them coming if you have more. Them some deep influence thinking poetry there.