Mook and Neesh "Cool"abaration!!! |
Mook n' Neesh "Cool"abaration...
Mookie (Jeff) - Italics
Neesh (Han) - bold
Bristle brushes, Tensile rushes
Fact-filled, tactile hunches/hushes
Broke down fountain, underground mounta...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 16:31:00 GMT |
Sis and Bro Smoof |
Slick big timerBattle ready linerTroops jack bootingUrbanites lootingSwift dogs barkingMagic meadow larkingCrafting stern jabsConcocting in labs(Random words breeching!Little children screeching!)Fit,...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 07:47:00 GMT |
How To Write A Poem In Three Minutes... |
I drop in, I kick itA wick-ed beat I'll twist itYour back is slick with inksAll home boys throw down winksThey turn and walk back styleTo try and catch that smileI wonder how she's livin'True style is...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 22:31:00 GMT |
"Ode To The Eighties" Lyrics Posted Here! |
"Ode To The Eighties""Can't describe the way the music makes me feelHave to get out on the dance floor where it gets surrealBeats that satisfy, dope and full of peaceSweatin' to the remix is where I f...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 15:06:00 GMT |
Revolving... |
Revolving doors and cigarette stores
First blush crushes and recovering lushes
Opportune friends and plans for amends
Off the cuff rhyming and drum corp timing
Changing the world and romances unfurled...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 11:12:00 GMT |
The Devil never sleeps... |
The Devil never sleeps
The Devil plays for keeps
The Devil knows my foes
The Devil's footprint grows
The Devil masks the truth
The Devil is uncouth
The Devil said my name
The Devil's pitch was ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 11:20:00 GMT |
As promised... Liner Notes!!! |
More than a few of you asked for it (you know who "you" are), so here goes, some insight into the tunes posted here...
"Ode to the 80's"
A friend of mine loves Madonna, but wasn't digging my tracks......
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 07:55:00 GMT |
So Near, So Far |
Once I met a vision who nicked my senses
No need to put on my normal pretenses
Saw something glowing from her tensile strength stare
Can't remember now, but I do remember the faire
That led me down he...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Nov 2005 15:21:00 GMT |
Werk In Progress |
Pen to pad, stylus to screen, horse-hair brush to canvas, chisel to stone.
Smoke plumes often are a spurious form, becoming mysterious apparitions.
Grains and grains and grains and grains, l...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Nov 2005 19:17:00 GMT |
Fiddlin' The Rabbit Ears Of Love |
I have a thirst that needs quenching
Nos-Fer-A-Tu, wrists are wrenching
Sweat beads on my forehead, speech starts to stutter
Heart beat's twitchy, pulse starts to flutter
Want to reach my Zanadu and f...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Nov 2005 13:44:00 GMT |
