*New Poem* Limited or no Connectivity |
You just talk, don’t listen Filled with superstition Give your prejudice Sealed with a kiss The nuance I can’t miss You’re speaking with a hiss Stop spitting in my face Its no...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 15:26:00 GMT |
My Teenage Poetry (bit dark) |
This isn't supposed to be different sizes and fonts and bolds but i cant figure out how to make it all the same! just a random collection of some old old poems.I stumbled over branches,I tried t...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 03:09:00 GMT |
2 women chatting about the ex |
Been gone a long timeI've been lost in a rhymeNow he shows up at mineDidn't send a signto say he was finecupboards were bare,my heart did tearhow could he darewhen I did careabout every hairon h...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 02:55:00 GMT |
*New Poems* |
Going TravellingTake you to strange new places No familiar faces Song of summer sun Coke and rum No work to be done Its all about fun Sitting in the paddock Lazin in the hammock Playing in t...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 02:47:00 GMT |
Sonar Rythmns |
Hay Hay DJ What does your beat say Does it speak? Show your mixings weak The bass too meek For an example Of how to sample Ricardo villalobos Is the boss He makes it his job ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 09:39:00 GMT |
My Grandad |
My granddad was to play in,
In the first film,
Of Titanic, it would have been sick,
To see him riding the Atlantic,
Some random mick.
But he had the farm to tend,
Fences to mend,
Backs to bend.
While ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 02:39:00 GMT |
Fish hooked |
Wanna introduce you,
Deduce for you,
How boys will pursue,
What will do,
Theres some I should sue,
Or never meant to woo,
Who were part of my crew,
Bit of more than they could chew,
The ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 10:43:00 GMT |
waking life |
Too much drinking,
Not enough thinking,
Your brain aint linking
Heart sinking
Eyes just blinking,
Minds grasping,
Breathes rasping,
Times passing,
Wake up
Shake up
Take...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 10:42:00 GMT |
Postcolonial Policing |
So write a rhyme about it,
Dont scream and shout it,
In every ear you find,
They might be kind,
But my troubles,
boil like bubble,
Heave like hovels,
Yould need shovels,
To muck out the ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 10:37:00 GMT |
