,,, |
this dead hand writes in piglatin
and forges time's signature.
it shakes an arthritic rhythm through rows
of jagged prose, but always snaps on beat
sports a four knuckle ring
you'd steal n' ne...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Fri, 02 May 2008 09:53:00 PST |
The Last Show |
Again at the spot, where
no one knows 'off bat' like,
back of hand, yet
it's back again-in-those
same old chucks, for same old rush of
beats close enough to brush against waves, with
heroes at a...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 11:07:00 PST |
Live Show This Friday Night @ Southknox School of Sound!!! |
GET INVOLVED!!!!
HOW TO SUPPORT LOCAL HIP HOP:
1. Come out to the show
2. If not possible to come out to the show, foward the information, tell someone else!
3. IF YOU ARE NEAR A BULLETIN BOARD...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 04:47:00 PST |
Dominique. Youre the Truth. |
Pretty Much.
...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 08:18:00 PST |
the truth always almost never sets you free |
Ok today has been a chain reaction of events and conversations that have lead me to one conclusion;
'the truth doesn't always set you free.'
As I think back over certain scenerios (both my own and tho...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:39:00 PST |
KNOXVILLE POETRY SLAM @ WORLD GROTTO!!! |
SPREAD THE WORD!!!!!
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 10:40:00 PST |
ol random ass nooka. |
today i united sisters.
ate a whole bag of lettuce.
printed a monkey on a shirt.
learned WAY too much about 'libra men'.
told a married women i can't kick it. (again)
wrote a new slam piece (in...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 05:15:00 PST |
. (pt 2) |
there's a hustle inside of me that's
scrambling out to sea,
its
got my uncle Junior's walk
and
Obadiah's suit
its
listening to R&B
its
never been to beach...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 10:01:00 PST |
. |
the first fight i ever got into
i was stabbed in the right hand by a freshly sharpened number-2 pencil.
i didn't cry, though it was damn near lodged into the center of my palm.
i used to think i lost ...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 09:58:00 PST |
ok back to writing. |
you are an ambitious water boydying of dehydrationan old maid hording the fountain of youthin her basement
an outburst of laughternestled in tears
a rose drying in the windshield of an abandoned caryo...
Posted by Black Atticus: Write or Die on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 03:53:00 PST |
