Rushing to the catalyst of his death/ Man chooses money over a last breath/ The desire for opulence never subsides and the need for it increases in depth/ Children left alone to grow on a windowsill/ Their rebelliosness questioned when waters are expected to be still/ But there was never anyone to feed their soul or provide light for their growth/ Meanwhile their parents walk around soaked/ by the pressure to stay afloat on a nice ass boat/ not realizing that when death arrives, only love and memories depart with you/ So in ignorance, their kids swallow hard knots, not knowing how to chew.

As I walk down the row of giants
I am a small pawn with zero clients
Try to live payed
But I feel like my path's been layed
Everyone looks down on me
It is easy to see
Who the kings and queens of this earth be
The ones with the most connections
Rise up with success selection
While I'm forced into resention
A dead end job
Stared down by a mob
Of already made
People who stay fat payed
My future is played
It's been done before
Hell I won't lie I forgot to answer the door
When oppurtinity knocked
Know I've been forced away from the flock
I run with the suitcase in hand
Maybe I'll be recruited into the next band
Of Mobsters
Cops stop me and not those monsters
I'm black with fury
I'm quick to bury
All those dreams that I told my mother about
Unless I've got this suitcase she will continue to shout
My little spawn
Is forced to become a shadow of this same pawn
I've become
Where did the demons come from
No way to get away
I'm forced to stay
In this day and age
Turn the page
The End

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish

^Hell of a first post, keep um dropping dawg.....I like the fact that you chose this thread to make your first post... Look forward to reading more....

Bounce

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Yo yall keep doin ya thing Holla!!!!!!!!

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Can we get a new one up soon........puwease

Hold up...hold up......hold up
Amongst......Hussle and bussle
I rustle and tussle....make my way
Over cris-crossed pathways...
In and out of doorways..closing
Doors behind me...moving on
Carrying on, pushing on...striving
Chest out, full of pride...Diving
head first into a lake...of diversity
Adverse, converse......persevere
Not all is clear...but clear enough
to keep...costant...and stay tough















......But out of luck

Pretty interesting drops on here. I am very much glad that people are dropping here once in awhile (although this has slept on big time) I really think its enough to have some place where you can inspire others by posting your own perspectives and such. A lot of times i wonder if the limited time of a certain picture is enough so we could take one step ahead to another. As i look at this...i loved how the circular ideas cut in and out and made sense. But often times i think of the next picture im putting up...if it would be interesting or not. I know it would depend on the picture for the number of posts in here. There are certain pictures where you see it...cool things would easily get in and would help to write fast. I guess this is the time where you would say. "Shiz, need some help?"

If you have a really interesting picture in your folders, just for a few exceptions, ((porn, explicit, nudity (although its considered an Art) or just pictures that arent necessary... I guess all of you should know that. )) or just something that you found while getting bored and having your ass asleep on the chair..im thinking this is the time to pm me. I would appreciate it. All suggestions are acceptable.

I am very much proud to have all these people post their poems on here. They inspired me...and will continue to inspire me always.


Good Job Guys!

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<br><br><center>- Shiznit -
- Tampons are still expensive -
- That's a Fact - </center>

come morning,
and the bed is a fist
squeezing out the last
of dreams before
the new day takes me
into it’s own cruel grip
and amidst this handling
i shrug off
this touch of death
that has settled around me
like forgotten feathers
as i am passed
from one dry handshake
to another

no i am not schizo...or arent we all?

VOICES

i hear voices
idle chatter from the bended head of a crazy girl
lost in the tangled jungle of her own hair
voices that crawl through small cracks of perceived safety
whispering words that sometimes fit horizontally
voices, that like a symphony of fellow undertakers
try to reason with and touch my godly mystery