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priestofknowledge

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I searched and found three to five titles that had poetry or poem in it

So, as a new-age old fashioned hippy I guess I'll post one of many I got lying around my text files. I might post a few more to encourage hippy idealism.

Snooze Button





Hitting snooze when it's wake up time

Only idling a race car mind

Never shining, never soaring

Only living, staying boring

Knows it's wrong but still keeps on

The shameful path that others have gone

The attraction to dormancy my only blight

The dull-destined dimming of a scintillating light
 
I have to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed your last thread. This one seems to be off to a much better start. Thank you for sharing your poem.
 
Y'all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about n***az who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma
Everything you went to is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers
to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you
Everybody's under six feet of ground but you
Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real
You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready
Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day
A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away
That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror
Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya
We smoke three tokes n***a pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple

These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble
Reactin before thinkin, they easily irritated
And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin
when we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it's just jail
Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, n***z rewindin
instead of movin forward, to blow up so what's the science?
People shoutin, police pushin the crowd
And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin out him
Am I hallucinatin off the hazin?
Or did I just see a n***a shoot another n****'s face in
It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots
Photograph pictures of, suspect faces
It's usually, two or three n***az who innocent
But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch
A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair
I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair
This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the *****
Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me
This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you
So, my state of mind's all purple
 
killa kev. said:
Y'all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about niggaz who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma
Everything you went to is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers
to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you
Everybody's under six feet of ground but you
Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real
You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready
Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day
A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away
That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror
Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya
We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple

These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble
Reactin before thinkin, they easily irritated
And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin
when we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it's just jail
Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindin
instead of movin forward, to blow up so what's the science?
People shoutin, police pushin the crowd
And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin out him
Am I hallucinatin off the hazin?
Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in
It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots
Photograph pictures of, suspect faces
It's usually, two or three niggaz who innocent
But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch
A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair
I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair
This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the *****
Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me
This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you
So, my state of mind's all purple



This is not good using the n word that is so bad. I don't like taht and no one else should.
 
i once saw a butter fly floating thru the sky,
it landed on my face just a smigin from my eye,
as i looked at my new found friend i said,

GET THE FUNK OFF ME BUG!

not mine i stole it from the Insane Clown Posse.
 
There you go preistofknowledge. See different additude= better response. We are pretty cool on this site if you come correct. Glad to see you still stuck around. You will be welcomed on this site.

Sorry no poems on this end. They would probally get me in trouble so I'll keep it to myself.
 
Smoke those buds
you can't deny
the great temptation
of getting high,
Light that bong
and take a big hit
gives you a feelin
you just can't quit,
What a dumb way
to get your kicks
if you ask me
it's pretty dang sick,
But if you wish to engage
in this uncooth trend
come on over
and be my friend;)
Lyfr
 
Hey Priest, here's one just for you;)
Lying awake
conscience adrift
through roaring thoughts
the mind must sift.
Relax, and stare
through vacant eye's
listen to silence
as a soul cries.
feelings shall flow
too deep, and too far
evading the truth
of who you are:eek:
Coincidentally, I wrote this when I was about 20;) Hope you enjoy, Priest...I love poetry cause i ain't gotta spell rite or use commas or proper nothin......and it's ok:D
LYFR
 
A mind of mixed emotions
Floodgates opened wide
Turbulence and confusion
Guilt ridden love is swept aside
Evaluations can't quench the flames
That burns deep within
Fuelled by a condemned passion
That I can never win
 
:bong: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
My eyes are red
My brain is blue
I just smoked some Skunk
So should you
:yeahthat:
 

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Pink Floyd
 
How about haiku

Curving up then down
Meeting blue sky and green earth
Melding sun and rain.
 
Play the Game, ( Gangs in the Streets ) ...bb...

When you play the game
there's a chance you may lose
the game's called survival
not one that you'd choose...
You run down an alley
and as you hop over that fence
your a dodgin', and a duckin'
a natural instinct; a sixth sence...
These streets' come alive
and some make it thier game
but when you play with me
i'm gonna play just the same...
In the darkness of the night
i'm runnin' blind
i'm stayin' in the shadows'
i'm not far behind...
In this game we play
there ain't no rules
there's winners' , and losers'
and there's even fools'...
To win mean's you live
to lose means you die
there's no if's , and's , and maybe's
no when's , and no why's...
Bloodshed comes easy
it really ain't no thing
you can easily be a pawn
in a game that's played by kings...
Now y'all listen to what i'm saying
and listen for your life
come take some advice from me
or your gonna take some from a knife...
I'm comin' to get ya
there ain't a place you can hide
tomorrow's papers' will read
"another one has died"...
When i play the game
there's a chance i may lose
the game's called survival
and survivin' is what i choose...
If death is what your dealin'
and death is your very goal
well partner deal me in
and ante up your soul...bb...

>>>from the ravings' of a paranoid mind,,, caged up...bb...<<<
 

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