some poetry |
The time is right to spit these rhymesThe time now to liberate these mindsMy pen is my weaponCocked locked and loadedGiving homeland security a motiveAs I keep busting these verses I seem to put my ow...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 13:50:00 GMT |
here's to.. |
Heres to&
Heres to the poets spitting rhymes
Heres to the creators of the distortions of normality
Heres to the ones who show us what we perceive
In this world is only but one aspect ...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Oct 2005 17:21:00 GMT |
Intorable innhumanity |
intorable inuhamanaties, clouded by tampered media perception, blood stains the gaza strip, while pumpin oil to fill the fat cats pockets, to maintain financial erection
the mutual understanding, betw...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Oct 2005 17:20:00 GMT |
poetry 2 |
staring at the dollar menu, with only four dollars in my pocket cuz even tought it says its 1 dollar it comes out to one oh seven, so can i buy 3 burgers here and then a 69 cent soda from 7/11.&...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Oct 2005 14:37:00 GMT |
poetry |
lyrically confined to bounderies of the norm, in a bullshit society wich in wich i willl never conform, the sworm of what should be, they way i should pretend to look, fashion fishing for their next v...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Oct 2005 09:21:00 GMT |
