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Old Forest

2012-01-21T18:11:00.000-08:00

Forsaken, abandoned, left, rejected, alone, unworthy, unloved, ugly, broken, unwanted, insecure, inadequate, unable, instable… all words I recently used to describe myself, yet in my self I know that this is untrue… but its true that this is what happens to a man when his wife walks away. So… I need a way to know that I’m okay. I’m okay to say hey… hey; you look nice today… cuz today I don’t want to feel like a creep, a jerk… She jerked my heart right out of my chest, beating still and still I love her. My heart sings the same song, the one it sung on day one, the one it sung when I first gazed into emerald eyes… eyes of green fire that set my life ablaze… I was an old forest waiting to burn down and down I burned when for her loves my heart yearned, my mind churned all the ways to care for her, for her I took a spill… I spilled my guts and her pains soaked them up… up into the night sky did my thoughts fly… it was the limit… but it takes two to tango into the infinite… and no matter how or which way you spin it, I’m the one that’s left to remit… claims to the rains that spit acidic corrosion, that last firework was a dud… no explosion… though I’ve failed to hold it together, we said we would brave any weather, and when the first storm came… well, she washed completely away… floating out into the sea, with no desire to come home… now I fall asleep and wake up absolutely alone…While she’s drifting

To My Love

2012-01-12T00:22:00.000-08:00

When the moon is up high and I'm deep in dreams, I hear your screams...
Screams of my name, then the sun comes and the screams refrain...
nothing remains the same...
At me you point the blame and the result is cracking window panes...
Pains in my heart of being broken and lame...
I limp through life carrying shards of glass that remind of the past.
So, I pray.
And... I present to you the future, a pliable fresh clay...
Not yet baked by fire, not yet ashed by the pyre...
We can fix this tattered flag, revive this love we've had...
We have passion like no others, a beauty life can't smother, its the real thing.
We overcame the most complex lies, took stands in each other's eyes...
In you I see the vastness of life, in me you found hindering strife...
But I love you
I want to hold you when the river banks breach
I want to carry you when compassion and grace cease
I want to see you when the entire world goes black
I want to chase you when you refuse to look back
I love you when the moon is low and I'm wide awake, I hear your words...
Words that sting my soul as the sun scorches my skin...
I awaken to feeling forsaken over and again...
At you I point the blame and the result is shattered hearts and shame...
Ashamed of myself for being broken and lame...
I limp through life tugging you in your pains that remind of the past.
So, I pray.
And... I'm present in your future, in a renewed fresh way...
Not yet tainted by liars, not yet drug throught the mire...
We will tie this ripping rope, refill this vessel with hope...
We'll have passion like no others, a new fire lies can't smother, the real thing.
We'll overcome simple lies, take rest in the other's eyes...
Because in you I see the vastness of life, in me you'll find refuge from strife...
And I'll love you
I'll hold you when the river banks breach
I'll carry you when compassion and grace cease
I'll see only you when my world has gone black
I'll be right there when you decide to turn back and
...I LOVE YOU.

Zachariah

Understand

2011-08-06T06:14:00.000-07:00

Deep depressions left on my heart by footsteps of my love walking away… away from the savage nature of my being… being afraid to grow and show things I know that show I love her… her eyes, her smile, her gentleness, her caring, her, being her… I love her… her song echoes in dream so I avoid slumber at all cost and that costs me my sanity which leads me further away, further astray… growing lonelier everyday… everyday is a struggle to understand… I don’t understand how two people can have the same ideals and beliefs and share love and not be able to speak… speak from their respective depths and breaths are wasted spent apart… apart from my love I’m less of a man… I’m less of a man than what I even believe I am, without love, I’m lost… …I'm lost without my love.
-Zachariah

Love Another

2011-05-01T11:47:00.000-07:00

Note from the poet:(In order to fully understand this poem or to get the proper effect, you must understand that it was written from the perspective of the beat mimicking my erratic heart beat, which was skipping when i wrote this... skipping from anxiety, stress, a great sense of loss and a bit of anger. It is supposed to be off time and yet somehow still accomplish exactly it's purpose... broken yet beautiful.)

Lightning flashes, thunder peals, the clouds strobe bounce and it all mimics how my heart feels... swells of rain fluctuate in perfect time with swells of pain, my heart is a target and the bulls-eye is BIG. unlike my perception of this situation, my aggravation deepens, my heart's armor weakens. I've become subject to twisted arrows proclaiming love. I'm not above the battle... I sit in it, I bleed in this pit... i breed what doesn't fit in my life's first aid kit... hatred and un-forgiveness like cancer grow, they don't show until what you didn't know has all but killed you. Let go of this brokenness, let it run til it dies of thirst and put the other first... she needs to know you care, that when she breaks the silence, you already stand there... on shores with arms full of bouquets of life... of power... of willingness to sacrifice... self, put YOU on the shelf and let the dust of love gather, or rather... actually simply learn to Love Another.

2011-02-15T17:26:00.000-08:00

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2010-08-30T15:07:00.000-07:00

We Gotta Get Away
Brothas Close Your Eyes As We Meditate
Open Up Your Minds As We Fly To A Better Place
Sick Of All These Negative Thoughts, Sick Of The Struggles
As I Carry My Cross I Fall Face First In The Rubble
Then I'm Filled With The Passion Of Christ So I Can Stand Up
Strong Cause My Lord Has The Power To Raise A Man Up
I Used To Feel Like His Will Was Messing My Plans Up
I Used To Turn And Walk Away Everytime He Opened A Path Up
I Heard Him Calling But I Wasn't Ready To Listen
I Had A Demon On My Back Who Was Making All My Decisions
And I Know That It Was Wrong That I Had Him Leading The Way
Thats Why I'm Writting This Psalm And No Longer Cheating My Faith
No Longer Serving Myself, I'm Serving Him And I'm Loving It
Striving To Recieve What He Promised Me In His Covenant
Spreading The Good News, No Matter Who's Making Fun Of It
Loving All Of His People And Feeling Better Because Of It

Ruined

2009-06-26T14:22:00.000-07:00

Shattered, battered, torn like old clothes worn to rags, bags on buses, can’t see what the fuss is… is this fate for me?… watching suns rise with blood shot eyes, sleep and love deprived, feeling not really alive… zombie walking into the horizon’s hot gaze, wonder how I make through these desolate days… the ways of a woman make me wonder about love and life, how do I start this endeavor of a lover to my wife… the wife of a broken man, mother of an only child, make passion again and again to pass the whiles… gentle breezes with rain pass over me waking my inner pain, pillows of asphalt, heart joining the oils stains… ruined

The F Word

2009-06-26T14:21:00.000-07:00

Fearful of the future’s futile face, forcing the façade of falsehood upon my friends and family forevermore… facing facts of fucked up fraudulent heart feuds… finding freshness in fake footholds, but fountains of freedom forsaken, as I fully fuse fear and festivity, feverish in my fervent flight from finality… like fools force fed forged fulfillment… frowned upon foundations of faulty fruition as fundamentally fought against… frantically fumble toward fallacies, fenced in with fidgety fingers falling fervently to the empty cell I call my life.

Broken Man

2009-05-04T19:01:00.000-07:00

Black clouds rolled in today, thoughts of my love bring back my brain’s pain, going surely and slowly insane…
Her voice haunts my sleep, so it’s never too deep…and...
My heart has not healed though time promised she would, I still stand in the exact place I stood…
Wind, snow, rain and sun pass by the hours, slowly stroll through fields of wild flowers, snap shoot buildings, sculptures, towers… while waiting on God’s infinite power…
Eyes steadily flow salty drops, see her smile and my heart still stops…
Yet the sting doesn’t go away, want her here to stay and she won’t even utter my name…
Our brokenness puts us in silence again, lived through the death of our sin, only to end wearing thinned skins, she won’t open back up and let truth back in…
I put her through too much…
Didn’t know how to properly show my love, ran far, fast when push succumbed to shove…
Now I watch the sun settle for slumber alone, with an emptiness that man should have never to know…
In times past, hand in hand, strolled through foreign sands and hummed the soft whisper of the other's heart beat song not planned…
My bronzed eyes sparkle something like blue… tears drip and intertwine with fresh morning dew…
Broken man wandering the earth, missing the fire he couldn’t hold… I’m not good enough for love to watch the mystery unfold…
I worked through shattered spaces to stand in grace, alone in this healing, gaze no longer upon her face…
Hoping His mercy is bigger than the bitterness of brokenness grown out of ignorance from me, long to hold my love again, paid my broken heart’s fees…and...
Damn I love her.

When Death Makes Great Art

2009-03-04T11:02:00.000-08:00

Laughter like the sun
Features like the sky
Hold on ‘til it’s done
Then we start to cry
Mother like the earth
Father like a tree
Molded and then birthed
Might look just like me
Pray God everyday
Fall down to our knees
Anger and dismay
Strength in our beliefs
Wonder where it ends
Wonder where we go
Cover camera lens
When the curtains close
If he was around
When there was still time
Then we might have found
What has passed us by
Father like the sun
Mother like the sky
He’ll never know my son
I may just pass it by

Sunny Side Up and Still No Tan

2009-03-03T10:16:00.000-08:00

I imagine that she smells like shampoo and dryer sheets.
I’ve never seen her, but always wonder about the length of her hair.
Is she like me?
Does she try to make every person in the room feel like they’re the only person in the room? Does she laugh at eggs when they are sunny side up.
Does she dance when all hope is lost and there is nothing else to do?
I am pale.
I can’t seem to catch a tan because I am constantly bathing in her shadow.
I stunt for miles to win the approval of his smile. I tug at my limbs daily just to make him see me.
I nurture the ground he walks on with my tears.
And occasionally he glances and at that faint glance I am fulfilled.
No one will love him the way I have for so long.
Not even the girl with the dryer sheet hair.
And still…he doesn’t care.
If only I were a robot, or a plant, or a doll, or a man….then I wouldn’t care so much either.

sunken eye sockets

2009-03-01T15:31:00.000-08:00

My reflection speaks through sunken eye sockets and...

i fuckin hate when I can't think of anything to write about so I fake knowing myself, or lie about how much I know you. But I know that I know nothing compared to what I should, and if I would just spend those late nights next to you instead of alone with myself and these pages I would make us both much happier. But this addictions hard to break. What's the cure for getting ecstasy from squeezing the ink from a pen and slowly watching it die as my fingers pale and the muscles in my hand hurt deep down into my heart? My mind forgets the glory of what is written and smiles at the fact that there are words on a page. My pen would scream had it the ability to breathe and there's holes deep into the back of my notebook. I will not stop until my fingers faint and your reflection quits speaking to me through sunken eye sockets.

come back??

2009-01-23T01:56:00.000-08:00

I drifted to another place,
Slowed down to another pace,
Considered the thought of quitting the warm-up before the race,
Forgetting the fact that this wild card is not intimidated by the ace,
Forgive me for not continuing the chase,
I should of ran faster but ran out of breath,
Should of realized that there is still something left,
Part of you has died another part still resides on my sleeve or my chest,
But your remains continue to be abused by fabricated emcees using microphones, six lines and a treble clef,
I can’t quit, lets make a come back,
Take our backs off the wall and lead forward not aback,
Like needles on a record player we need to get back on track,
And focus on a new day, don’t need to backtrack,
Take a hold of the reigns and give up no slack,
Bomb on these cowards like homes in Iraq,
Raise the bar on the game like stats on NASDAQ,
I’m coming back with a better choice of diction,
To crush this dereliction with my science of non fiction,
And feed the fiends that live vicariously through our addiction,
Give them a satisfying sensation through our verbal vibrations,
And provide them knowledge of our cause to prevent our culture’s dilapidation,
So what’s the big equation?
Poetry plus Breedspeak is a giant compilation,
We acclimatize the weak to a higher concentration,
The culture’s mental retardation has us searching for elevation,
And levitate to a plane that is a cause of segregation,
Lets make a come back put it out for our people,
Were stones in an ocean but combined we make a ripple,
We can make a difference by just utilizing something so simple,
We need to strike back,
Back to back on the counter attack,
Back to the way when we stopped holding passion and desire back,
Were poets, let’s not hold it, flow it,
Like Moet when you pour it,
Lets get dope like we scored it,Lets bring it back before that moment we decided to throw in the towel but we just folded it.

Focal Point

2009-01-20T13:29:00.000-08:00

Pluck, primp, curl, pull, suck in, stick out, gloss, frost, floss, mold, die, trim, tweeze, polish, tie, sprit, spray, paint, shave, remove, stuff, lace up, diet…
But don’t forget to breathe.
Anything to stay pretty.

Surgery can fix
Whatever God missed.

Replace the old with the fake
Swallow every pill you can take
Harness your assets and make them shake
No one cares about the money you make
Don’t worry about your mistakes
Just stay pretty.

Crunch and run all night long
Force yourself to love that thong
It doesn’t matter if it feels wrong
Just listen to all the radio songs
Because the only way you will belong
Is if you just stay pretty.

No matter how much work you do, no matter how much love you give
It will never be enough in this world unless you do it all while you are pretty.

Feel free to cry but don’t let it run
Shield your face from the sun
Count the calories one by one
Because when it is all said and done
Life is never any fun
Unless you stay pretty.

Ignore the pain and hide the scars
Conceal the rest and seal the jar
We never knew it would be this hard
Six years old playing in the yard
While Mommy took the credit card
And shopped to stay pretty.

Dear Lord, Why couldn’t I have been a boy?

MERRY Xmas

2008-12-24T01:21:00.000-08:00

i just wanted to stop in say Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Qwanza, whatever everyone else celebrates around this time of you. May everyone have a safe, and blessed holiday. You are the best group of people i have had the honor of knowing and i just really hope everyone gets what they want and deserve this year. stay up, stay strong, the spoken word lives on. Happy Holidays. Oh and Happy New Year too.

-Zen_One

"Floating Away from the Fear"

2008-12-16T11:05:00.000-08:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

To love freely is to love blindly
To love blindly is to be fearless
To be fearless is to be admired
To love without fear means to have mastered the ability to heal.
Because we all know how to have sex but most don’t know how to feel.
We’re all programmed to say whatever it takes to fake the gestures of the procreate race
And in turn we never know what is real.
We’re all made to lust at but not worth the read.
It’s so fun to cut but we never acknowledge the bleed.
All built to fuck but too cold to breed.
The only love child I’ll ever conceive
Will be between myself and what I believe.
When love hits us its impact is that of a ton of bricks.
And the damage that is left takes years to fix.
How baffling it is that love would be the factor that makes us hard.
That love is what causes us to build up walls and put up guards.
I breathe in deep rhythms just to stay sane
It seems like the more pain I feel the more knowledge I gain.
I endlessly search for a means to an end.
But I can’t break past the fear without stressing a pen.
I can’t glaze over my wounds without doubting men.
I’m trying to just love him.
I try to forget that I am a woman and he is a man.
I struggle to make sense of our choices and justify and understand.
Why do we hurt each other while holding hands?
I think of all this as I rub on his back to remind him that I care.
A gesture I do to show him that I’m not going anywhere.
But it’s overwhelming…the fear.
But I pray and I hope that love does exist and that it is there.
I can’t keep up with my thoughts even though I type fast.
If hope really does float then I’ve built a life raft.

4FT3R L1F3

2008-11-18T17:26:00.000-08:00

Basking in everlasting love passing time,

Asking for everlasting life,

Smashing mic's

Searching for my rights of passage

Like rapping right"s gonna save my ass from from crashing

Right into the flashing lights

Where passion dies

At the end of the tunnel called afterlife...

But...

...what's after Life?

Fight Back

2008-11-03T14:19:00.000-08:00

We Gotta Fight Back

Get Up Out The Dark And Bring The Light Back

Write Raps

Every Time I'm Feelin That I Might Snap

Strike Back!!!

Strike Worse!!!

Colder Than An Iceberg

Hot As An Emcee Can Get...I Spit A Nice Verse

Too Many Of You Let It Slip Through Your Finger Tips

You Need To Get A Grip

Real Shit Comin Out My Lips

Slow Down...

Gotta...Hold Down...

All My...Whole Town

The Boy In Control Now!!!

I Don't...Gotta Say It You'll Know The Name When They Play It

I Don't...Gotta Rep It But Spoken Word Is my Weapon

And First Impressions Are Nothing...I'm Only Scratchin The Surface

I'm Crashin Your Circuits

All Of My People Rap With A Purpose

But I'm Trapped In Circus

Mad Because All Of This Acting Is Workin

You Can Feel The Weight On My Shoulders Because I'm A Passionate Person

You Hear The Clapping? It's Curtains

But Not For Me Or My People

Upliftin Your Spirits For Part One...Wait For The Sequel

"What They Say About the Tin Man"

2008-10-25T14:36:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

Venus said his tongue would hang out of his head like a hot dog’s.
Cleopatra said to always keep your chin up because your face looks fat when you look down.
Helen said you must revisit the past to improve what you’re presently selling.
Aphrodite said to look your best all the time because he might just be a cheater.
Mary said you have many virginities so gain knowledge with each that you lose.
Mona Lisa said not to lose the thrill in your pill because it’s smiling that creates the best kind of wrinkles.
Juliet said not kill yourself over the first, second or any after because there is always someone else to die for.
Dido said the sword’s sharpness cuts deeper in you than it does in him.
Eve said not to be eluded by the will of the glove because no matter how carnal we think we are we’re all just looking for love.
But whoever said, “It is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all,” forgot to mention the part of yourself you lose with that abandonment.
The battle against bitterness and depression thrusts on and every morning you wake up and fight the good fight.
No one said the balance you must maintain to keep a level head would be effortless.
The beam is but a steel piece of thread and we are all intoxicated elephants clumsily craving a line dance.
They say you’re an idiot because you opened up your heart to love him the way people used to back when the world was made of dirt and happiness was not measured by your fat percentage.
The whole world calls you a fool because you saw something in him that no one else saw.
That for a moment you thought he could be human.
You lay awake at night wondering if it was all in your head.
Trying to figure out if what you saw was never there.
When it comes to love, the difference between a man and a woman is that no matter how many times a woman falls. She will climb back up on the horse, with broken bones and all. But a man would rather stay alone, wounded, on the ground where he is safe.
He will justify what makes him lie
Shine his rust and watch you cry
Count the ships that pass him by
He doesn’t mind
That he’ll never make the time
To find the heart his mother gave him.
Don’t let it kill you angel.
He always loved you even if he never admits it.
Even if he chooses to be emotionally constipated for the rest of his life what you thought you saw in him was not a figment of your imagination.

The Quiet Type

2008-10-12T16:24:00.001-07:00

Silence was golden.
Silence was my only option.
When the crowd was loud.
I opted for heading out.
Kept my friends close
and my voice box closed.

something not everybody knows.
-I knew more then.

I let a piece of me die
after I left home the first time
and Each New Encounter

I sucked in a new persona.

Now I'm struggling to find
Him once more.
NOT Him with the capital H
from
The Hymns
But Him that lies dying within.
The Him that was me,
from zero to nineteen.

The one that knew.
The one that never needed to believe.
In anything other than Me.

hey

2008-10-04T22:42:00.000-07:00

So remember that time
When my life was a quotable line-
Before I went Blind.
Now I'm walking in circles-
reach for a hand
Not even my love
will help me to stand
Confusion was created to fuel Character.

I could care less about character.
I just need some interaction.
More addition less subtraction.

Don't question me about anything
I hate the songs I sing.

There is no logic.

chat life

2008-09-30T06:25:00.000-07:00

Hey there life its been a long time since we’ve chatted,
I’m no longer into gi joes, voltron, and inspector gadget,
Instead now I have sexual relations and half my body is beer battered,
Tattered and shaken by lives loved and scattered,
I have been officially altered,
To a point of return but unwilling to look back,
A mistake to other eyes of judgment that couldn’t have been taken back,
A look, a glare that always bites back,
Cause the mirror is relentless on trying to eye back,
Do you see what I see,
A man but not yet grown,
A foundation but not yet a home,
But the roof keeps the rain from damaging the structure homes,
In too deep,
Into the quicksand we creep,
The appearance of being shallow puddles but still waters run deep,
Illusions protruding my subconscious mind,
A schizophrenic with life lines running courses through life’s time,
Paranoia dispersed like fine wine,
You cant hold me down, I wont let it,
You can raise the stakes, but this life I wont bet it,
The picture is bigger than the frame but you still don’t get it,
The lamb is wild within the lair of the wolf but its wool it wont shed it,
This knife is going dull for piercing layers of scars that wont bleed out,
Eyes going cross eyed for trying to convert messages that resist to read out,
Cry out,
Lonely souls holding their breath till their blue in the face for a shout out,
I'm a contraption of compassion but my short hands wont hold out,
Stuck in a maze that has no ending,
Concepts of prophets heard but not comprehending,
Words unraveled and distributed for lending,
Offending and defending but all feats are pending,
I'm transcending
Ascending into a life too real to be pretending,
You can play house while I pay the person who’s renting,
Fake what you like but ill pretend that I'm contempt,
Redeem a means to continue to identify what this really means,
Do I have it held together or am I tearing at the seems,
I guess you can say it depends on the scene,
And obstacles are viruses and life is the vaccine,
You live and you learn or do you learn to live,
Live life to give love or love life to give,
Its similar in a sense,
And senseless as it is common,
But don’t give sixpence for your 6th sense which is common sense uncommon,
Life I'm content with the person I am within,
I'm might not be able to fly like super heroes but I'm addictive like heroine,
No question, this life is a blessing,
Stressing for a cause, cause I strain for resolution,
Life spins revolutions for continuous inner revolution,
To determine the accuracy of personal intuition,
So once again do you see what I see,
What do you expect of me,
Have you ever wondered since I yearn to know the meaning of you do you ask what is the meaning of me,
So lets just leave it like that,
Why must I chase this cat,
Hold on dear life until our next chat.

"Stars, Trees, and Jars"

2008-09-26T09:56:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

My thoughts of you are not only frequent but constant
That makes me question the health in my sanity.
You are like a beautiful traffic jam
With sparatic go’s and abrupt stops.
Everything before this failed miserably
Because it’s fate’s way of slapping you in the face
To show you that it’s you and I that is meant to be.
We are what could possibly be eternity.
A product of destiny.
And I wait here patiently
For you to come around my way.
Every time you push away
Wander astray
Or distance your stay
It’s still always me you’ll think about the next day.
We can mass produce happiness
And put it in jars.
Or let it roam free and float to mars.
We can laugh at everyone else
Who envies what we are.
You can be my galaxy
And I can be your stars.
That baby girl you have
I would love her too.
Because she is the biggest part
Of everything that is you.
I don’t want you to take care of me.
I don’t need to be your pet.
I want to be your partner
And hold you up when you’re upset.
I love it when you come home with me
But I’d give anything for you to come home to me.
I want to smell you on the pillows
And wear pretty underwear for you.
I want to be your salvation
When the world is being a bastard
And your cheerleader
When life is your favorite bitch.
I want to wash your back when you’re relaxed
And rub your shoulders when you’re stressed.
I want to fold your under shirts with love
And vacuum your bedroom in the nude.
I want to breathe your name while I’m under your skin nightly.
Let it be me…
That fills your stomach with food and your life with warmth.
Let it be me…
That will still think you’re irresistible
When your body is grey and the top of your head is bare.
And when we can’t move like we used to
We will still move in slow motion together.
I will be your foundation
You will be my tree.
When the hell will you see?
That it’s supposed to be me.

Changes

2008-09-24T20:46:00.000-07:00

the time for changes has come with new places and seasons and wrinkles in faces... facing yet another turn in our lives intertwined with old friends and poets and emcees whose eyes we can distinguish... and we have distinguished ourselves as some of the greatest... with the greatest of ease we bring nations to their knees with words of fire and passion unending....

“Samsonite Assassin”

2008-09-12T20:26:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

He approached her with caution, for his pride he had fear
He said, “I can’t take my eyes off you, can I buy you a beer?”
She looked up from her meal, heart filled with complete mistrust
“No thanks,” she said sweetly despite her disgust
“In that case, may I join you?” said the man, “Please I must.”
She looked into his eyes this time which were filled with emptiness and lust.
“Listen Mr…”she responded with task
“Lance is my name,” he answered her back
“Lance do you have a wife?”
Caught off guard he responded nervously, “Well that’s a little forward of you to ask.”
Though her words were created with anger they flowed out like a dance
With a chilling smirk on her face she firmly responded to Lance,
“Listen Mr. Lance I’m not one for romance
As all first times shine you may seem sweet at the glance
But you would treat me like shit if you were given the chance
So go home to your wife while I save myself grief and say ‘no’ in advance.”
Embarrassingly, as if though in a trance,
He pranced over to the door, and exited Lance.

“It’s a little slice of heaven,” she heard the waitress say
If a piece of pie took me to a slice of heaven, she thought peacefully
I would spend my paychecks on desserts and travel on the wheels of my obesity
She snapped back in to reality by the thought of her episode that occurred just recently
She paid for her meal and glided out of the restaurant delicately
Went home and waited for two a.m. so she could go to work
Her job was not found for her by any employment agency
At the beautiful age of twenty five, for ten years she’s done this job gracefully
Her employer unknown to the rest of the world each night assigns her the tasks that she carries out so faithfully
She loves her job because with festering anger burning inside, her missions bring her tranquility.

One a.m. hits as her employer makes the call
One thirty a.m. hits as she laces up her black steel toe boot
Two a.m. hits as she loads her gun to be ready to shoot

There is a song called “Samsonite Man”
About a guy who travels around and strategically breaks every open heart that he can
He is captivating, intelligent, eloquent, sweet and deliquet
Somewhat like a snake
Little does his prey know that this is all an act and his sensitive attributes are nothing but fake
Once his prey feels secured and settled is when he ups and splits
As swift as he walked into a life is as swift as he calls it quits.
But it’s not just men, women cheat as well
And that is when the assassin’s task is assigned to send them to hell
She fights the crimes of broken hearts and fallen dreams
And brings justice to those whose hopes have been torn apart

“You’re not a bad person for falling out of love
You’re a bad person for pretending to care and to be in love in the first place,”
She graciously explains this to all the heartbreakers as she holds a cold pistol to each handsome face
And each shot, each slice, each hit she applies is a work of grace
And she vanishes with the evidence and leaves no mess, nor mark, nor hint of trace

She lies awake in bed as the sun begins to rise
She doesn’t feel remorseful, she does not sympathize
Due to her terrible childhood she is completely desensitized
She is completely numb to loneliness as she begins to close her eyes
The Samsonite Assassin falls asleep with not regrets And awakens each late afternoon to do it again in self respect

verbatim

2008-09-12T12:37:00.000-07:00

Someone twisted the truth.
While justice plucked her own heart strings
And freedom played the blues.

This state/That state.
For heaven's sake.

Let the saviors of the past
Rest in Peace at last.

Every time you pray
You say a name in vain
We and only WE can bring change

Religous icons crowd the side lines
Blurring the view I'm trying to create in my mind's eye

Muslim Christian Buddhist Hindu the list is long
But less than worth the hate that is so strong

We made ourselves this way.
There's no devil to blame.

Be your own advocate.

a picture is worth 185 words

2008-09-10T20:12:00.000-07:00

WIND TWISTED AND TURNED WHISKED AND WISPED HER GRACIOUSLY FLOWING GORGEOUS GOLDEN LOCKS TO THE SIDE
CHISELED LIPS TIED MY HEARTILY HARDENED HALF BEATING HEART INTO SOFT SILENT KNOTS WHEN SHE CRIED
HER BEAUTIFULLY BRONZED BODY GLISTENED IN THE MYSTICAL MOONLIGHT – I WANTED IT ALL
LIKE LEAVES PAINTED DRY IN AUTUMN I SOMEHOW KNEW MY SHY STUBBORN SIMPLE SOUL WAS ABOUT TO FALL
POISED PERFECTLY PRETENDING SHE DIDN’T RECOGNIZE HER OWN ALMOST ABSOLUTE ALL OUT PERFECTION
MY MANGLED MIND GOT CAUGHT UP IN HER BARBED WIRE BEAUTY AND NEVER REALIZED IT NEEDED PROTECTION
SMILES SHINED LIKE SILVER IN THE WITHERED HANDS OF WISE OLD INDIAN MEDICINE MEN PAST
UNLIKE ANCIENT GEMED JEWELRY PRESERVED THROUGH JUSTICES HER SMILES FOR ME DIDN’T LAST
NOW TRAILS OF TEARS TREK DOWN TELL TALE VALLEYS ON MY FACES EDGE TODAY
BOLD BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKIES ATTRACT THE MOISTURE CAUSING THE LIGHT TO GO GRAY
CLOUDS COVER AND CARESS ME AS I HARP OVER MY PERFECT PHOENICIAN PORCELAIN FACE ONCE MORE
DISTRESS DISTURBS MY MESS CAUSING MY CALLOUSES TO EASE UP SENDING CHILLS INTO MY CORE
AND I HATE THIS PICTURE NOW

Long Winds

2008-09-06T15:36:00.000-07:00

Long winds whisper the names of places I’m longing to see… you see I’m not like you so much, I have the need to be free… not free like “o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave”, but free free… free from the hypocrisy of democracy free… free to go when I want and where I want without my boss having to say “you’re free to take some time to live your life” free… not free like this here is nature so you gotta pay twenty dollars to camp here free… see here lies the lies of “freedom”… freedom to pay five times what anything is worth… and worth is in the eye of the stock holder… why should I pay six dollars for a gallon of gas so Iraqis can be “free”?… Not free free, but free like we, living under the iron fist of democracy… free to lose their heritage like me and free to bow down to presidential policy free… free me from this iniquity please!… please, I want to be free… free like the earth was made for you and me… cuz me, I would never charge you to see what God gave me for free… like long winds whispering the names of places I’m longing to see… you see?

2008-09-02T22:19:00.000-07:00

Hello.
Love.
What's my name again?
I lost my place in this book.
Perhaps I was once the main character.
Then again.
I may have stopped to take care of her.

she lost her place.
in the world.

Wandered straight in to my life.
shattered glass and strife.

She read too much into these things.
Confused by the feelings they bring.

Maybe a past life.
Shattered glass and strife.

I can't help that I've had a past.
or the effects still last.

we both share the curse of our mistakes.

I hear it

2008-09-01T09:40:00.000-07:00

I can float on the sound that I make.
Flatten string as to change the note when it shakes.
The wood carries said note into the world and my ear drum:earthquake.
I wonder what others do when they feel this confused.
What other instruments are picked up and abused.
I have things, pencil, paper, brush, canvas, guitar. your ears.
If I wasn't a creator. What kind of monster would I be?
If this creature can't create. How can he be free?

Now elephants that paint are closer to being evolved.
Than monkeys.

Addicted

2008-08-31T17:00:00.000-07:00

TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING IS TOO MUCH TO HANDLE… SO I MAN HANDLE HER SOFTLY… I PUT HER SOFTLY INTO MY MOUTH AND SNORT MORE THAN TOO MUCH OF HER… HER POWDERY WHITE SKIN INTOXICATES ME… AND ME, I WANT MORE AND THEN MORE AND A LITTLE MORE, TIL SHE’S GOT NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE… AND SHE GIVES ME A HEAD RUSH… SO I RUSH BACK AND TRY TO GET MORE AND THEN MORE AND A WHOLE LOT MORE, TIL I HAVE TO QUIT… QUIT LOOKING INTO HER JADE SHADED EYES… EYES THAT PIERCE MY SKIN LIKE NEEDLES AND INJECT MY VEINS WITH JOY… OVERJOYED, ADDICTED TO MY NEW INFATUATION WITH HER… HER POUTY LIPS BECKON ME LIKE LIGHTHOUSES OVER ROUGH SEAS… AND I SEE HER AS A PLACE OF REFUGE AND REST… SO I REST MY CASE, CAN YOU SEE WHY I’M ADDICTED… ADDICTED TO HER SWEETNESS, THE WAY SHE MAKES ME FEEL… AND I FEEL HER IN MY BLOOD, MAKING MY HEART BEAT FAST AND SWEAT DRIP OUT OF MY PORES, WHEN SHE POURS OUT HERSELF… AND SHE POURS HERSELF OUT TOO MUCH… THEN I DISCOVER THAT TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING IS WAY TOO MUCH TO HANDLE… I DON’T THINK I CAN HANDLE HER ANYMORE

ink spots

2008-08-31T16:59:00.000-07:00

Ink spots that spoke to me… they said follow me to this fountain, the fountain of abuse where no matter how many times you bathe or drink you will still get old… that’s old like a person who refuses to age gracefully, and I mean graceful like a sulking boxer who just got knocked out in the 6th round and around we went to the fountain to buy some time… the time of my life that I remember having as a child sitting alone on the mountain in the dark with only my thoughts- thoughts of a better time when I was a child sitting on top of the mountain with my family on a great summer day staring at my father’s ink spot… a spot that said follow me to this cavern where you can bury your future and be free from freedom… a freedom that puts restrictions on who you are and where you go… so, go away from this evil place where fountains and caverns will remove your life… a life that you don’t deserve unless you’ve got ink spots… ink spots that beckon you to a fountain you’ll never find

Tainted

2008-08-31T16:50:00.000-07:00

My mental image of the ocean has been tainted… images of love watercolor painted… like ponies by warriors long lost… my sanity for manic passion the cost… flights and drives scenic view of valleys to come… hills to mountain tops, ravines of coke and rum… clouds of despair creeping over the old mans spine… sun ray breakthroughs, nights of wine… sorrow as sweet as honey floods me… broken glass eyes distort what I see… heart of desert no oasis for miles… sandstorms and torrent to pass the whiles… slippery slopes removing ease from the climb… crevices filled with lies consuming my time… haunted hallways filled with the sour taste of stagnance… swells of broken heart flood the plains of my repugnance…

LIVE IT!!!!!!

2008-08-31T16:46:00.000-07:00

Long trips to see new things… I capture all that life brings… summers warm kisses and winters cold sting… withstand the revolting evolution of self, when I store disdain on the shelf of refrain… inspired by being away from home, motivated by the uncommon desire to be alone… watch leaves uncover their colors truth… I follow their lead and let mine shine through… broken by self, bad birth, of ideas brought on by no self worth… lack of confidence, mixed in with too much competence… this is the same thing as having love and throwing it away, that’s the same thing as being lonely and making sure it stays… it makes life seem longer and somehow its child much stronger… hunger and thirst… trade the last for the first… stand in icy rains it blankets tears from pains… mountains rise and fall before the eyes of all and still most miss the mystic majesty of life…

Public Service Announcment

2008-08-27T23:53:00.000-07:00

A simple ripple
To tip the scale and cripple,
Crush individuality and each individual,
A silent scuffle,
A violent outburst of cries slowly muffled,
Free expression will not be stifled,
No show of force will sway me, to lower my rifle,
To stand my ground, or protect my territory,
To continue the endeavor that defines my humanity,
Step forth or step back,
Your choice, my gain, my defense, or my attack,
Slowly I challenge what society claims to be a lost cause,
A system with so called perfection but tarnished with all flaws,
You are the reason
They invented open season
Hunt the weak with no rhyme to reason,
Or do you have a reason to rhyme,
Rhyme for a lack of time,
Or time to just kick rhymes that rip lines of mine,
But my mind licks rhymes till my enzymes collide,
And your minuscule proceedings are diminished, crushed, ground into dust that’s fine,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
I paint a beautiful eulogy with words taken from your obituary that left your legacy a bust,
The legacy of a broke down bum made of illegitimate legends,
Of unspoken fibs that lead to the legendary truth of how your speech leaves me feeling lethargic with no room to even reverend,
A commercial slaughter,
Led by the underground martyrs,
Who devote themselves to a culture that is being abused by so called “carters”,
Stop; take a look and listen,
My rich rhymes have more luster than your rhymes tarnished with money, hoes, and jewels that barely glisten,
OBJECTION,
To you I am nothing but a satirical expression, to your cynical impressions,
You thought you took 5 steps forward but you took 10 leaps in regression,
No succession, but a timid stand still, while I convey rhymes of intention and comprehension,
Fucking cowards,
You’re just lukewarm when you claim to be hot in our visions,
Breedspeak cause we must, must we speak to breeds not clinically inclined to aim in our direction,
These simple primates parade primitive paragraphs demonstrating their “vast” knowledge that contradict our evolution,
Only the strong survive,
Only the devoted should scribe,
Why should we be in question because we stand on this dance floor of life and not groove to your offbeat vibe?
Are we Pawns, or Kings?
It doesn’t matter were all key players,
Just another record to throw off the DJ as he balances between the thin line of the cross fader,
Your words are a heavy burden, transforming me into Atlas, with the world on my shoulders, but I will not falter, crush under the pressure,
Understand that I have a vernacular and a crew (BREEDSPEAK) that has no measure,
We are HIP HOP, We are POETRY, We are the epitome of this culture,
But we couldn’t of done it without your help so allow me to reassure,
Thank you to these hypocritical, analytical, simple minded, stuck in an era of no purpose and order,
Thank you to all our HATERS!!!

*Congratulations to all our haters for you have finally been acknowledged by true artists.
RESPECT.

From 03 Old School...

2008-08-13T15:24:00.000-07:00

Rays of Contradiction
By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

I don’t want to get married, ever.
Women wear wedding rings as some sort of brandings,
While husbands and fathers go hunting for bambies,
The process of a ceremony that requires us to promise forever,
Signing a contract that uses eternity as a decoration,
When we really only mean a few years.
Soon we’ll have to go to porn stores for excitement,
In a few years we’ll need to resort to dirty videos and toys for our love enlightenment.
Nothing’s greater than a woman’s love they say
But leave it to a man to neglect and throw away.
It’s depressing to know that I’ll become boring one day.
Seven years, and two children later he will stray.
We’ll take counseling, we’ll work it out, and we may be okay.
And I will look pathetic, because I let him play.
We’ll lose our fire and plague our desire, our marriage will expire,
And our love, once admired, will come to retire in this lifestyle
We call matrimony.

But in the glow of the TV. light he looks so good,
like he could never hurt me,
or I don’ think he would.

I don’t want to get married, ever.
I don’t want to be lied to, cheated on, used up, stepped on, neglected, disrespected,
My dreams were intercepted by a painful reality recollected.
Unfaithfulness detected,
A terrible act unexpected,
And now my bitterness is reflected through the feeling of being rejected.
My dreams were intercepted
By heart break rehearsals and girls gone wild commercials.

But in the glow of the TV. light he looks so good,
Like he could never hurt me,
Or I don’t think he would.

Wedged between bitterness and resentment,
I wait in anticipation for the disappointment that is abandonment.
Waiting for the man who is supposed to be heaven sent.
You can not understand the lies with which my love life has been laced.
But I guess we all wake up to a heartache we must face.

But in the glow of the TV. light he looks so good,
Like he could never hurt me,
Or I don’t think he would.Like he could actually love me the way they say a real man should

"Fate and Gravitational Pulls"

2008-08-13T14:58:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

I could hear the sound of my old fashioned air conditioner blowing rhythms of stale air in to the familiar feelings of desperation that were dancing back to me.
These feelings haven’t been around for years now.
I thought I’d been rid of them forever.
His hands were conductors orchestrating what my body was to do next.
My mind and self control were but passengers quietly observing the scenery.
I could feel the inside of me welcoming him home.
Inviting him to where he’d always belonged but had never been before.
I was revisiting my past on a different train.
An old rail with new wheels on it.
This trip was always so fun to take but the train always tends to break down mid way and leaves me exhausted and abandoned.
I always end up having to find my own way back to salvation on foot.
He did things I used to swear I would never let anyone do to me.
And as I held my position I absorbed each feeling.
Each nerve smiled, screamed, and then exhaled.
My spine sang songs of habitual overture.
A pleasurable kind of tachypneic.
I never knew it before but he is the very reason I’ve always bought red high heel shoes.
Why I keep my hair at my waist.
Thinking of him is what makes wine taste so good in front of dark room window views.
He is why the flame to the candle on my nightstand flickers the way it does.
He is the reason that God gave me these curves, why I never picked up smoking, why I sing songs on Sunday nights.
No one else before him.
Just him.
The seats of this train were made just for me.
It’s not the same train only the same trip.

And I hope this train doesn’t break down because I never want to get off of it.

All I have

2008-07-31T23:09:00.000-07:00

When I was born the doctors and nurses sung a song.
Some thought in celebration but they were wrong.

There was something shaded in the chorus something in the verse
That hid something sinister something like a curse

Apparently my birth came on a bad day
When doctors and nurses were to have played

from brethren

2008-07-21T12:59:00.000-07:00

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Sabo. Strikes. Again.

2008-06-26T21:05:00.000-07:00

do you remember?
When I was young,
rebel, hip and slender

Fuckin spit on the names and graves
Of those that tried to make us slaves

Broke a rule a day
Just so I could say
Fuck the world I'm walkin the other way.

But age and responsibility
Broke me down to futility
and this taxpaying citizen is all that's left of me.

Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst.
I got a secret.

I got one hand in my pocket
and the other one is holding a molotov cocktail.

Fuck you Alanis.

-J. Biggers.

When The Sun Sets

2008-06-23T16:27:00.000-07:00

Drivin In Between The Street Lights
Drinkin Brew And Hittin Weed Pipes
Lines Of White So You Can Be Right
These Nights Have Gotten So Dark We Can't See Right
We Fight Till We Die
I've Had It Up To Here With All These Weak Minds
See If They're As Tough When The Sun Rises Up
Bottles Pop
Joints Light Up
Shot Guns Pump
In The Dark
Battlin To Make My Mark
In This World...But It's Hard
Is It In The Stars For Me To Be A Star?
Only God Can Answer That Question
When The Day Light's Gone...All I Feel Is Tension
Friends Or Foes?
Girlfriend Or Hoes?
I'm Being Pulled Back And Forth Between Yes And No
I Hope I'm Makin All The Right Decisions
Reflecting Off The Moonlight While The Sun's Missin
Night Falls
Thats When It All Goes Down
Fights...Brawls
Praying That It All Slows Down
Deals Made
Destroying Lives That Aren't Done Yet
Feel Pain
It's Real When the Sun Sets
It's Time To Say Good-Bye To Sobriety
At Night It Seems That Everybody Lies To Me
So I Believe That I Could Be
Next To Be Taken Under
I Wonder
If These Men Are So Bad Why Are They Working Under Cover
Most Are Grinding After Hours
Wheeling And Dealing Money And Power
Respect Is Hard To Give To All These Cowards
Mothers Are Leaving Their Children At Home To Go To Clubs
But These Mothers Are Leaving Their Children Alone...So Where's The Love In That?
Knowing There's Thugs With Gats
Running Around Until The Sun Comes Back
WAAAACK!!!
In Fact
These Streets Are Getting Out Of Hand
From Sun Set To Sun Rise
Some Get So Dumb High
They Won't See The Sun Shine...Another Day
We've Got To Find Another Way
To Heel Our Heart When We Think Of the Pain
Some Can't Even Believe That This Goes On
But While The World Sleeps
We're All Free
The Controls Gone
Night Falls
Thats When It All Goes Down
Fights...Brawls
Prayin That It All Slows Down
Deals Made
Destroying Lives That Aren't Done Yet
Feel Pain
It's Real When The Sun Sets
When The Stars Come Out The Wars Are Fought
Thugs With Thugs
Guns With Guns
Love With Love
To Rise Above
Is Only Talked About But Never Done
All You See In These Streets Is Pushed Drugs And Spilt Blood
I Feel Stuck
Because Where I Come From Is Real Rough
I Started Drinking At An Early Age And I'm Still Drunk
As Soon As The Skies Turn Black
I Take A Sip To Cope
Pimps And Corner Hoes
Cats Robbing Corner Stores
For Cash Or Brew
Sometimes Thats What You Have To Do
When Times Are Dark Light Your Path Or Lose
Attack And Bruise
Weak Ones RELAX You Fools
Because I'm Repping BREADSPEAK The Baddest Crew!!!

Solstice

2008-06-19T08:28:00.001-07:00

oh ode to soulful solstice,

whose sultry, sleek bodice seems to slow down the skills of this novice,

must you be so callus and not allow me to devour the wine embedded in your chalice,

teach me life, teach me sorrow,

teach me the meaning of regret and forget about tomorrow,

why must you weep and look at me like you are happy to see me go,

damn you and the things i allow,

to follow and wallow in your essence while i run out of time unborrowed,

i burrow

and dig my head where i cannot see

where begins I and ends in me,

like an uncared tree,

roots uprooted,

from words disputed,

love leads but live lies lie lonely hearts and emotions protruded,

disciplined sorrow sorely saluted,

while exaggerated elation becomes captured and executed,

binding ties to the world we know severed and booted,

we know no longer about companionship but merely an acquaintanceship,

an understanding that there once was a relationship,

a mere trace of the concept of you and i,

a limb for a limb, a word for a word, an eye for an eye,

your payback pierces politics of the third eye blind,

lets go back, be kind rewind,

teach me to know what it is to know what I'm looking for,

give me the ability to sculpt that one key that curves for your door,

show me to live blissfully or better yet learn to ignore,

pour potential patience on the heat of my core,

feed vital information so i can soak up and store,

vicious, malicious, drastic fiend,

drug lust, no trust, hip hop i fiend,

hip hop you changed but yet you stand so still,

admired by others that want to touch but know that hip hop is now barely tangible,

hip hop should be shared not yearned,

hip hop should be absorbed not delicate and falling apart like paper burned,

hip hop is the culture that the pioneers have promised,

but now its just a standstill beauty,oh hip hop, our solstice.

"Zodiac Train Wreck"

2008-06-12T21:43:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

The sun dances on moon beams of shattered dreams and tainted love affairs of lustful supporters in pursuit of lovers that aren’t theirs. Enlightenment by boastful planets in the galaxies of hearts worn on sleeves and souls painted on blue jean rims. The prey is spotted with a glance and hunted by a grin leading in to a trivial chase with hopes of committing a bed sheet bible sin. Only to wake up the next day, shower, and do it all over again. And they think a clean set of blankets, a thin piece of rubber, and a daily shower will keep the guilt resistant because only those without hearts can stay persistent in this game. The number one rule is to keep strangers close and your loved ones distant because it’s those that fall are the ones that chose to lose and get trapped in the hell of heart break song blues where they drive in their cars and sing while sobbing, feeling that every lyric in each aching ballad was written about them. While their friends laugh and dub them the fools that rushed in, slipped, fell face first, and will probably never win. The people that breed on zodiac promises from books that never knew yet guaranteed to predict the whole story about you, and you, and you, and you. Open like a cheap magazine for others to read in the lines of the check out counter while buying their junk to take home and feed to this growing weed of our poison seeds. Mommy’s teaching their daughters how to resist their love needs; Daddy’s teaching their sons how to be emotion greedy. Growing up to be that girl who thinks all men are dicks and that guy who says that will never be me. Old and new hippies bubble out of the wood work fighting for last hopes of a love worthy economy. I swallow my baby repellant pill as I look to the sky as far up as I can see and pray for my unborn child, a part of this pollution she will never be. This disgusting excuse for humanity he should never see. The over crowding of ignorant people that refer to losing the best thing that’s ever happened to them as “Missing the boat.” I’ve tried to stay afloat in this blood line of life controlling remotes and lies being told to us about counting our votes. Forget it all. This dwelling we call life is a whore’s playground and anyone who thinks otherwise is bound to get hurt and I would like to be respectfully world renound as the girl who picked herself up, and became something better. Thank you; you know who you are, for teaching me how to be beautifully bitter.

shittihs

2008-06-09T11:29:00.000-07:00

The greater I feel/the greater the split
Like happines replaced dynamite sticks
she was cold for so long
now lukewarm is just wrong
I want the passion that set fire to this frame
Someone somewhere put out the flame
shit is just not the same
This sense of calm is difficult to maintain
I just don't know whether I can bare change
Will she or won't she call
Will we or won't we fall
back in to line
like we have time and time

again

we come back to the question
if love is pure, love is true
why am I still bruised

there are bigger fish to fry

Downfall

2008-05-26T22:14:00.000-07:00

As i walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
i sit back and take a long breath,
hold it for comfort deep in my chest,
as my thoughts flood my cranium and drown out the rest,
whether or not i understand, or choose to understand,
how man puts his life in the control of a machine's hand,
God must be disappointed,
for no longer principles and morals have any value but are simply taken for granted,
granted, that there still is decent human life,
that strives to survive in a world taken over by turmoil and strife,
calamity, laced with vulgarities and profanity,
twisted malice and morbid vanity,
all seeming so surreal in all its clarity,
and has been welcomed to all homes through high definition t.v.,
violence and gore,
children wanting more,
while observing destruction holding kitchen knives and eating smores,
they're fallen angels forlorn and forsaken,
cast down from the beautiful skies of heaven,
because they hated the rules of the game of house and crushed the life energy of their parents or other authority figures with a deadly weapon,
their innocence stripped in a blood filled kiddie pool,
show and tell headlines read "Kids toting .45s in school!",
Caution to honor roll students aiming for their honor roll plaques,
because some kids are aiming for brains with concealed cannons in ninja turtle backpacks,
damn, ain't that some shit,
8 year old kids are doing the same thing so-called rappers are doing on their so-called billboard hits,
that's why blind,ignorant, parents have fits,
they say the music and the media are corrupting poor little Johnny,
but what they don't tell them at the PTA meeting is he's being molested by the janitor Ms. Bonnie,
after school he smokes herb with his little cousin sonny,
cause he's depressed cause ms. sally,his teacher told him he was going to grow up into a nobody,
and then !BOOM! she's dead,
johnny shot her in the head,
traded in his number 2 pencil for another kind of lead,
only if there was coaxing and the right words were said,
she would of rised and shined out of her lonely death bed,
finally we exhale, because we gasp for breath as middle men to heaven and hell,
waiting for opportunity or a dark secluded jail cell,
we wait for a new chapter in history, a fresh story to tell,
some wait for Armageddon, the coming of Christ, or the freezing of hell,
the end of a war waged,
while sceptics await the ice age,
truthfully Death will be imminent,
cause the grim reaper is tagging up all our death certificates,
and this is why i must be adamant,
take control of the hate and be valiant,
men drop the role, be respectful and gallant,
because you were raised in a woman's temple the day your mom got pregnant,
respect women and children and the will go by example,
show unity when shit is too hard to handle,
show responsibility when it needs to be taken,
cause childbirth is something not to be lightly taken,
to your woman be true,
cause their tough as a mutha phuka and they can make it without you,
so respect natural places,
new faces and all races,
cause paradise will come after these fucked up rat races!!!

ThE RoAd To NoWhErE!!!!

2008-05-26T21:52:00.000-07:00

Where am I headed?
Am I coming or going?
Did I stop and fall off track somewhere, or am I just enjoying the view?
Site seeing the world you're seeing, admiring the spectacle that makes up ZERO!
This map's legend does not mark my position,
It does not give me an exact pinpoint location of any kind of landmark that seems remotely interesting,
Damn Toto! Kansas Sucks!
I believe the Tin man fucked up and sent the Lion and Scarecrow on a wild goose chase,
I feel like a dog just chasing my tail in one BIG ASS CIRCLE,
I pump my brakes , yell WHOA, pull the reigns on this over sized chariot,
But yet, this unpaved road seems to have a mind of its own,
If i stray from the path does it mean Ive found my way to somewhere?
Or does it mean that I'm just that inebriated and I just cant seem to walk a straight line without stumbling?
How do you ask for directions to this destination when you know that once I turn left, it is followed by a sharp left and then "Oh guess what?" another LEFT,
This road has no dead ends, but a yield to live,
so i drive on in the direction where the cold winds blow, and the North Star seems to be falling south,
so if they say that the sailors used constellations as their map;
Fuck, i think i hit my head harder than i thought cause all i see is STARS!
Toucan Sam says "Follow your nose!",
This is the last time i take directions from a cereal box character cause all i smell is bullshit!
Do i turn around and just wait for someone to lead me to an actual destination?
No! Ive gone to far.....I think,
I walk two miles, stop,
I'm so dizzy from following this compass. This damn needle keeps spinning.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, but how is that determined here if there's two suns at opposite ends,
I might as well light both ends of this candle that leads me blindly down the path,
Where do I go?
Where do you?
Nowhere.

End Of The World

2008-05-22T05:24:00.000-07:00

It's Unbelievable
On The Real It's Killing Me
I Know That I Was Wrong
But I Could Have Sworn You Were Feelin Me
I Guess That I Was Wrong For Believing That We Were "OK"
I Wish That You Would Act How You Acted Back In The "Old Days"
I Can't Change It Back
And I'm Blaming You For The Problem
I Got A Bag Full
And I'm Blaming You For A Lot Of Them
I'm Hard Headed
I Thought That You Would Have Fixed That
I Guess Looking Back On It
You Would Call It A Mis-Match
But I Would Call You My Soul-Mate
Lady You Played Along With Him
Hanging With My Family
Baby You Got Along With Them
Fighting With Your Family
Telling Them You Belong With Him
Plus You Believed In Him
You Were Ready To Ball With Him
If He Fell Off
You Were Ready To Fall With Him
Foes Getting Too Close
And You Were Ready To Brawl With Them
But You Left Me
And I'm The Reason You Did It
I Know That It Was Me
And I'm Man Enough To Admit It
And I Would Change It Back In A Minute
If I Could Do It
But I Can't
So I'm Stuck Living With The Truth That I Blew It
Bottle After Bottle
Gotta Be Drunk To Get Through It
FUCK Feeling Lonely
It's Only Me And My Muzik!!!

I'm faking this.

2008-05-20T23:26:00.000-07:00

I can see it in the pause before she recites her lines
the hidden paths lying, in her lies in her crimes
I've seen the subliminal in her hips and felt it in her touch
Was unamused and a little hurt when she thanked me for the fuck
Well good bye for now our hands split by the snake
I'll break that wrist crack that skull for taking which wasn't his to take
my words flow beautiful like your blood might do
Cherish your teeth now, and enjoy your skin before it's blue
I've given love you've never had,
But you've go the cash.
Doesn't mean much in the end.
But I'm not the judge of that.

the worst days

2008-05-18T07:59:00.000-07:00

My suspicious intuition
Has almost got me wishing
I was serving what was given
A broken pattern love
How torn and tattered I was
when the liqour hit my blood
and the smoke kept me from truth
your anger kept me from you
a night and broken handle later
I'm learning not to blame her
My suspicious intuition
Has almost got me wishing
she'd be with me.

no comparison

2008-05-18T07:28:00.001-07:00

Caught between loneliness and confusion
Thought of all the excuses I've been using
Just to keep her
wondering if I should leave her
be
without me.
I'm a twisted mold of ego and pride
her a girl in love, and it's me in her eyes
And am I still there?
Hiding in the shadow of her stare
maybe she can see me when she uses her hand to block the glare
I didn't mean to hinder her sight
I just can't undo what I did that night
My bulging blundering words
and my unwillingness to wait
have caused this terrible stalemate.

"Don't Be a Sissy"

2008-05-13T10:27:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

On a Daily Basis…
Life knocks at my door and asks me to play
I’m skeptical of life
I never know what to say
So I just shrug my shoulders
And say, “okay,” anyway
I step out my front door
And proceed to portray…

We only have one Life which makes it a monopoly
Enabling Life to screw us whenever it wants
Every time it threatens to leave us
Life has us begging and pleading for it to stay
Because that’s just the way Life taunts

Individuality is a result of personality
Personality is a result of the Soul
The Soul is a result of the Spirit
The Spirit is the result of your life experience

So, on your application for individuality
How much life experience do you really have?
If you don’t count all the times you didn’t take that chance
Subtract all the fears that kept you from the dance
Take out all the times you held back from enhance
And every time you passed up a wild romance
What is the length of your lifespan stance?

Hey, I’m just saying…
No one wants the boring Life
And no one wants to marry the boring wife
And lack of experience just makes you the boring guy
And who wants to make love to that?

So, before you apply for individuality
Open your door and agree to play with Life.
Make out with life and then let it slap you around a little bit.
Believe me, you’ll have the time of your LIFE.

heartBEAT

2008-05-11T18:38:00.000-07:00

Your heartbeat’s the song I long to freestyle over. Its rhythm guides my lips; kiss poems across your hips. Eye follow as long locks bowtie themselves around your fingertips.

Beg me not forget that we beat truly pure here. Freestyling to one another over breathing patterns undiscovered meanings have us feigning love uncovered. Breathe.

Speeching sweet none of the aboves. Your flow speaks above the city streets, lights beep,

Night sleep writes dreams to moon eyes. See your reflection eclipse itself times three bright. Got me feeling like a microphone you finesse words down my throat to no escape.

Check mate. We make, remix, remake music unsung intimately intertwined tongues redefine making life and liking love…

speaking sweet none of the aboves to none of the above but one another...love her.

To Be Free

2008-05-10T04:38:00.000-07:00

I'm Lookin For The Light

My Life Is Dark

My Future Looks Alike

These Mean Streets

Will Rob You Of Your Dreams

Like A Crook At Night

I'm Stress Free

When It's Just Me

And This Book I Write

So Now My Future's Lookin Bright

But Then Reality Strikes!!!

And Then It's

Back To Runnin The Maze

Back To Feelin The Rage

I'm A Free Slave

But I'm Still In A Cage

I'm Still Drunk

And I'm Still In A Daze

I Work Hard

Feed My Whole Family

FUCK MINIMUM WAGE!!!

Blame My City

For The Way I Was Raised

Blame My Alchoholic, Drug Dealin Father

For The Way I Behave

I Get This Feelin In My Gutt Everyday

I'm Mad Nervous

Feelin Worthless

I'm Livin With No Purpose

That's Just The Way That I'm Feelin

You Can't Save Me

That's Why The Underground

Will Always Embrace Me

Until They See Me

And Turn It In To A Race Thing

I'm Never Free

But I'm Me

You'll Never Change Me!!!

The Burden

2008-05-07T20:23:00.000-07:00

I'm splitting hairs on conversations

Questioning all prior obligations

Searching for galaxies in hidden constallations

Breaking the bank, creating further frustration

I've used up the surplus of my venacular

And a gift I'd loved spectacular

Is now left dry,

So what's left now to try?

This has gone beyond thoughts of suicide,

Just plain giving up, becoming just another in the mass

no sunday morning sermon, just a pain in the ass

watch the horizon

you'll see no sun rising

just a man who gave up the fight

walking off into the cold dead night

Feel this one

2008-05-07T03:25:00.001-07:00

I am never front and center
Always slightly off to the side
She had the best intentions
but was never fit to be tied
Again, alone, against the bone
a scrape of the skin
And nowhere left to roam
I'm lost, never able to find the path
Was it ever meant to come to this
Is it meant to last
eternal questions with temporary answers
either way, I'm always left feeling shattered,
I'm bruised and battered but what does it matter.

"Money, Success, and the Pursuit of Happiness"

2008-05-05T21:06:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

I am a writer, an entertainer, a poet, a dancer, a story teller, an actress…
YES my friends, PERFORMING is what I do very best.
I’m not meant to be a lawyer, or a doctor, a technician, or a chef.
I’m not meant to go to school to mathematically solve and dissolve the alignment of the galaxy with a protractor and a calendar.
NO.
I am good at keeping your EYES ON ME
And I’m not even THAT good looking.
My best friend is the page and my lover is the stage.
When it comes to the “fabulous stick” I’VE BEEN STRUCK!
….
But it sucks because I’ve got a lot more star quality than most of these commercialized bucks.
But they’re still rich, and I’m still broke as fuck.
It’s not really based on talent now a days, it’s all about luck.
Now I’m stuck trying to figure out what to do with myself.

Life’s rough when you aren’t blessed with flawless looks or enough money for a college degree.
I’m in debt up to my chin and I haven’t even started a family.
It’s really hard to stay focused when there’s so much you want to achieve.
So most of us are forced to settle desperately for mediocre professions that we’d never thought we’d be.
Expenses suffocate so much we can hardly even breathe.
Our judgment is so clouded we can not clearly see.
We have to constantly remind ourselves to be thankful for our houses, the food we eat, and our minor luxuries.
I guess the human’s main flaw is that we’re never happy.
It doesn’t help to watch the wealthy on TV
Spending what we make in one lifetime,
In one day on ridiculously extravagant things.

So we buy tickets to the lottery
Hopefully scratching scratch offs with the only change we have in our pockets.
Because we have to believe right?

We have to believe
We have to believe

That money isn’t the best thing in life,
No, those things are supposed to be free.
But it still costs something to take your loved ones out to dinner and a movie.
The best things in life are free but why is it so expensive for our basic necessities?
What good is love when you’re starving?
What good is a walk in the park if you don’t have shoes?
How good can sleep be if there is no warm bed to dream in?
If homeless people are hungry everyday then why are their canned food drives only on the Holidays?

We have to believe
We have to believe

So we go to church and pray.
God is good, God is great…
But why is God only okay to one person and so much better to me?
No doubt I am thankful,
And I do know that I am truly blessed.
But there are so many people with worlds of talent and no chance at success.
I just want to know if inner peace lies within settling or not settling for less.
My whole life I’ve strived to be the best
In anything I do.
To excel at any test.
But I guess when it comes to life I’ve got a “C.”
Not exactly the top of my class, but still passing.
I just want to be something before I die.
Because the last time I close my eyes I can’t take it all with me right?

We have to believe
We have to believe
I HAVE TO BELIEVE.

Sweet Love

2008-04-25T05:10:00.000-07:00

Your That Girl That Got Me Feelin That Sweet Love

Got Me Feelin What Very Few People Get To Speak Of

And I'll Be Honest

I'm Really Feelin your Curves

But When We Hold A Conversation

I'm Really Feelin Your Words

You Got Me Living A Dream

And Got Me Dying Just To Hold You

Liked You From The Start

And Fallen Harder

Since I've Got To Know You

Our Relationship Is Still Developing

Your Cool With All My Crew

I've Even Been Accepted By All Of Your Relatives

Your Quick To Help Me Out

No Matter The Situation

And You Got Me Believing In Religion When We're Embracing

Plus The Love Making Sessions Are Real

Your Never Faking

And I Can Count On A Massage

Whenever My Body's Aching

And I'm Sayin

Your Gettin The Same Treatment

"Get What You Give"

You Live By It When You Speak It

And Baby It's Ok If We Ain't Always In Agreement

There's Still Plenty Reasons Your The One I Want To Be With

It's Love

Sweet Love

I Wrote This For The Prettiest Flower In The Garden: My Lili

untitled

2008-04-25T02:04:00.000-07:00

Source of all pain is yourself
You can self inflict before you can even think
Don’t blink, it hits you faster that a motherfucker
Damn that pain, and all you can do is blame.. yourself
Self loathing, scolding your inner self for being foolish,
Living on a simple wish to accomplish something incredible
But then that obstacle creates a debacle that you can barely tackle
I think I might just snap, crackle, pop under the pressure, unless you can reassure,
That the person in me is not to blame but the extremities and factors that together we can barely measure are the wrongful culprits,
Fuck that shit, it almost seems convincing, thinking I can go through life carefree and not wincing or flinching at the slightest digression, that is my cue to change course, realign myself to conform to your liking, fuck you society, why must I hate myself every second just for a change of pace or a breath of fresh air which comes at your convenience, conform to your own version of civil obedience,
I think change is overrated, I mean look at hip hop, it seems like the culture has downgraded, to a completely diluted version of itself which continues to be degraded, please excuse me for not being elated at hip hops state of being jaded, that is a good example of self inflicted pain, an inner flood of uncontrollable rain awaiting for that glimmer of hope, a piercing sun ray, but all you see is just the symptoms of an implosion on its way, a countdown to a nerve wrecking detonation, and see the funny thing is that you will be telling yourself later, is that you are the one in control of the detonator, finger on the button, or the trigger just waiting for that moment for that exact same finger to get a little bit itchy,
Push the button, squeeze that trigger, aching soul, pleasing to the haters, the critics the masses who think all you are is a minority in their demographic, don’t judge me you exploiting bastards just cause the people of the underground think in an unorthodox manner which is borderline erratic,
Stop abusing what you’re on the brink of losing, your mind, your soul, your sanity,
Release the razor blade, have a sense of clarity, to self inflict is to fall into the morbid vanity of this society only going without a fight, giving in quietly,
Self inflict, my inner pain is not enough to sustain, to look at life from behind a window pane,
Your choice if you like to live mundane, refrain to actually live,
Allowing yourself to lock up like a vault, but like I said its entirely our fault, to give in to emotional self mutilation that squanders the opportunity to no longer flounder,
Held breathless in a struggle that’s endless, gasping for air in the middle of a tempest,
Pain pulsates in my veins, embedding a trace of soreness in my brain, making the screams that build up in my chest hard to contain,
I have allowed myself to be victimized,
Self sodomized my a society that has cut me off like a cock that has been circumcised,
Where do I find my place, in a world where there is no longer a face,
Where music has no melody, where skin in no longer susceptible to being tangible and the food has no taste, where the caterpillar is permanently encased,
But aimlessly we will depict a tale of derelicts,
Who long for an alternative to no longer self inflict.

2008-04-24T23:46:00.000-07:00

if you're the moon

I'm the tide

you'll be full

I will rise

but to this occasion

I have no explanation

my thoughts are never far

from visions of you

but my twisted rope of a mine

distracts from the view

therapy and medication

can not focus the lens

but the threat of losing you

has shed light on what I have to do.

"I Want to Be Color Blind Part II"

2008-04-22T17:32:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

In case you haven’t noticed, I am a pissed off female.
I’m mad about politics, money and greed,
I can’t stand ignorance, intolerance, or the issues with weed,
I don’t understand why meth heads and crack whores find it necessary to breed
Or why people don’t just wear a condom if they don’t want to conceive
I get upset when a small child or innocent animal has to bleed
I hate pompous idiots who speak before they read
Or people who pass judgment when a good look in the mirror is what they really need
There is no doubt that I am an angry woman indeed.

But mark my words in thick marker or a dark pen,
I’ll never be upset at someone for the color of their skin.
I refuse to hate all Black people because the guy on Cops got caught with Crack, that Master P. is coming back, that Flavor Flave used to be better than reality shows, that the girls on Nelly’s and Fifty Cent’s videos are a bunch of half naked hoes.
I have never experienced more racism towards me than from my own race because English is the only language I can speak from the lips on my brown face.
They refused to let me wait their table; a “REAL” Mexican waiter was their demand.
But I refuse to hate every Mexican or Hispanic for those that don’t care to understand.
I won’t hold it against all other white people that Tom Cruse and Madonna are commercializing religion for bigger pay checks, or because Paris Hilton is a talent less rich bitch thanks to her Daddy and sex.
I’m not mad at Bush because he’s white I’m mad at Bush because he’s an ignorant idiot who couldn’t write a speech if our country depended on it…wait a minute…it does.
I’m mad at our country for being blind to all the wrong things,
That we let our children listen every time a money hungry slut opens her mouth to sing.
And those sluts come in all colors and races, in every shade
Bad people are in every country, in every city, in every trade.
I’m not mad at the guy at the club for being White, Asian, or Black, I’m mad because that bastard grabbed my ass.

My mind is clear there is no tone,
My weapon isn’t the sound of my name, or the color of my skin, it’s this microphone.
Listen to some underground music to restore your faith in the beauty of race.
Forget about the white people you see on the TV.
Have you ever heard of Sage Francis or Brother Ali?
Forget about the black people on late night BET
Underground hip hop has a sound rich with freedom
Forget about the pop stars we don’t need them
There is talent and messages out there that you can’t even fathom
The color of people’s skin is a birth mark, it’s all random

We should hate ignorance, narrow minds, and stupidity, not each other
We were sprinkled like confetti by God and if God had hands they would possess no color.
I might hate someone because their depth is paper thin
Because they condemn me to hell while they live a lifetime of sin
But mark my words into your minds until it’s forever etched in I will never hate someone for the color of their skin

my throat burns

2008-04-18T19:45:00.000-07:00

Fuck a rain cloud
this sickness won't dry out
get a grip
because it soon will slip
I'm gasping for air
but not grasping for you to care
I'll suck you in and spit you back in your makers face
It's me who sets the pace
but I set it so I lose the race
I've been running from success
since I was denied a peaceful rest
AND THIS FUCKING MONSTER BEATING IN MY CHEST
will not, can not, should not
STOP
I wrote the story to the end
BUT I DON'T

understand the
PLOT

The Tempest a.k.a. the calm before the storm

2008-04-17T14:00:00.000-07:00

There’s no time like showtime

Go big or go home time

Run free like pens through poem lines

If freerunning’s a crime then free my mind

Treat time like there’s no time, left

But here and now

It’s go time

All fear and doubt

clearing out my dome I’m,

Close to the edge.

Don’t push me…

I push myself beyond limits

Can’t stop won’t stop

Until the song's finished.

There’s truth in freedom

I freerun through lie detection to

test me through concrete dreams

connected! Times three.

Love! Run! Free!

embrace landscapes with passionate speed

It all adds up when you replace fear with belief

A mathematical need

A world never seen

Turns from just things, to things that could be

Possibility presents itself a present of creed

There’s no lying to self when it’s you and the streets

Making moves to proceed

Taking over the planet with what we view and perceive.

The perfect balance

between precision and patience

Focus and fate, exposed

Open to a world that keeps it’s doors closed

Steady chasing the gateway to greatness

The free run faceless

Tracing the globe

We outrun the outlines of where we should go

And carry the load of preparing our souls

For re-creation of urban ancient traceurs

Our roads the result of opening eyes

Multiple paths, none criticized

We do what we want

Live free or die.

with disciplined action

Twisting in backspin

Creatively escape cities through vision and passion

Move in multiple manners misunderstood by the masses

Unmasked but stay hidden from what gravities grasping

End the day with an asprin

Begin again with more rational

Better stronger faster than the last myself

With an eye for ideas addicted to health

Going big and going home, can’t make decisions that well.

On a mission to prove impossibility wrong

Till those feeling are gone

I believe I can fly and it’s killing me soft

Fight for my dreams while reality tries to keep killing em off…

oh no he didn't

2008-04-16T17:05:00.001-07:00

spring comes like a welcome freight train,

here to recover from the fall that fell before winter reigned

Sun of a Bitch summer will follow

with cleavage and ass, making relationships hollow

but for now spring keeps us on the up and up

keeping alive the season's love

We hold our women, gently, like doves

until it's time to release all over unrest,

on her face, her neck, most likely her chest

Ready 4 War!!!

2008-04-14T14:36:00.000-07:00

I Started Out With A Small Following

But I'm Buildin Up My Reputation

With All This Competition I'm Swallowing

Studied The Best So I Could Follow Them

I Leave An Emcee With Nothin But Self Pitty

So he Can Wallow In

I've Been Up In The Lab

My Style Under Construction

Makin sure That When I Come Out

It's Total Destruction

Still Got My Man JbL Up On The Production

Still Creating Music

Whenever I Hear Percussion

Catch A Wind Of Inspiration

Cruisin Through The City

Only See Reality

When I'm Hangin With My Commitee

You Got To Be Kidding Me

If You Think Your Style's As Pretty

Comparing Me To You

Is Comparing Biggie To Diddy

And I'm All About My People

And All Of My Family

All My Mexican People

Keep Singing That Melody

Keep Reppin That Brown

Your Getting It Now

I'm not Frontin Like Anybody

I'm Just Reppin My Town

SUN CITY!!!

I'm What You Never Heard In Your Life

You Didn't Know The Skill Level

Until I Opened Your Eyes

I Dribble A Couple Lines

They Want A Whole Verse

Facial Expressions

Indicating That The Flow Hurts

I Rap For Promo

I Work For My Dolo

They'll Come Around

But The World Is Movin In Slow Mo

So For Now

You Can Find Me Being A Show Boat

In Any Rap Session

I'm Up In These Streets Like Hobos

just a little freestyle(had some freetime at work)

2008-04-14T05:38:00.000-07:00

Now hold up while I give it what I got,
I throw boulders at 7 up cans so you can see me rock the spot,
You fake emcees got jewels with bling while I'm measured in joules to see exactly why I'm hot,
You can say I have necrophilia cause I fuck you up as you rot,
I'm exactly what you're not,
Fuck being trigger happy cause I refuse to blow my shot,
These emcees in the game are about to be forgot,
Cause they about to get played out like a couple lotto spots,
They want to go against the odds like some fucking casino slots,
Ill tell these emcees exactly what is up,
Have them fold easily like a tin cup,
I put my dick to your ear so you can hear me fuck you up,
My rhymes will make your knees buckle,
You throwing punchlines is like a fist with no knuckles,
That’s why they call me SIRE
You female emcees couldn't hang even if you removed your under wire,
You about to get retired faster than green cards expire,
Freestyle its all about punchlines and metaphors,
But these emcees got the game backwards like a set of suicide doors,
Its time to even the score,
Better yet let the underground take over,
Have no mercy on the industry and leave these commercial cats slumped over,
Now you saying you're hip hop is that really logical,
Shit I write my rhymes with the stars and create lyrical constellations just to prove I'm astrological,
My intellectually challenging poetry can be characterized as metaphysical,
My poetry is habitual,
I guess you can say that I'm a wordsmith that’s pathological,
My flow is regular like a healthy menstrual cycle,
These words will have you hooked like the blade of a sickle,
A lot of these industry cats are fake to me,
They nothing but a Mona Lisa interpretation of me,
They couldn’t be an emcee even if they was a mirror reflection of me,
How can you be the real McCoy without the MC,
And when its time to battle,
I'm known to rip it and dismantle,
I'm one of emcees that comes straight from the panhandle,
You fake emcees I dare you to bring the defiance,
I release beakers just so you can see me drop the science,
The mad scientist,
Can you really handle this,
I tongue rhymes to prove I'm a cunning linguist,
So do I need to demonstrate I use this mic device as a tool,
Shit somebody call me Miles Davis cause I gave birth to the cool!!!!!

"Last Word for the Ghostbuster"

2008-04-12T14:43:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

I’m well aware of my imperfections I don’t need you to remind me.
I’m fine with waiting for a less shallow guy to find me.
Everyday I fight to prove to bastards like you that I can do anything a skinny girl can do.
But just because my ass is big you think you can complain.
I’m sure Sir-Mix-A-Lot would think that you were insane.
I know it shouldn’t bother me because consider the source.
You couldn’t even reach the saddle when you fell of the horse.
And I’m too nice to tell you that you look like a Ghostbuster on crack.
Or that you really should consider having your jungle back waxed.
We gave it a shot but we didn’t make a good mixture.
I guess it’s just as well because thick frames aren’t meant for small pictures.
I may not be built for you but I’m built for someone better.
I wish you and your insensitive ass a happy life together.
And I’ll pick up where I left off before you came along.
You might have had a big boat but your float was all wrong.
You’re entitled to your opinion but I don’t want to hear it.
I hope you liked that last touch because it’s the last time you’ll come near it.
I’m exhausted from your whining
I’ve taken all I can take.
I’m not living for you so you can shove your complaints.
I’m proud of this ass, you make no mistakes.
And these breasts are the kind not even money can make.
So this is for the thick girls who can’t catch a break.Love yourself ladies cause these curves you can’t fake.

DESOLATE

2008-04-10T22:27:00.000-07:00

This is a 3 minute blurb i wrote a few years ago...

Deception and disregard lead to anger which in turn leads to irrational behavior leading to self mutilation and self hatred and pain self inflicted and the pain that lives inside of minds that starts the whole cycle over and again… deep cuts from mistrust that cause the brain to retract all sense of sanity even if just briefly… flesh wounds that draw blood to the surface the “life force” leaving the body drained of energy and drive… leave the heart alone in this circumstance it has no place in this darkness it beats as if it will never end although the pain is irreparable… don’t attempt to make thoughts of beautiful things such as love or friendship or kindness… these all take a backseat to the doubt that light can ever shine again… no peace here in this desolate cove no trust in this darkened deceptively deep abyss of anger and rejection… what’s wrong they will ask; what’s right is the answer with vivid memories of the words and apologies that mean absolutely nothing but betrayal at this point… back to the pain again, slits in the chest and abdomen that are deep enough to burn but not deep enough to make the flesh yearn for freedom, the mind grows rotten now for it cannot cease to remember the point blank ballistic fiery arrows aimed at the soul… blood leaves the skin again sending chills into the core of the spine… block out the “rationality” that heart is screaming for now it has no purpose here… no waterfalls here, no lush wetlands here no tropical getaway here, no peace no love not even for self no such mercies when dwelling in depressions castle.

the moment splits

2008-04-10T06:13:00.000-07:00

into memories missed

and hope fades like the morning mist

so many times have I bent in for a kiss

to be pushed back, ignored and dismissed

now I'm caught in a six shooter masquerade

I SHOULD'VE KNOWN SOONER

I was the three piece that didn't suit her

now I'm on the fence contemplating

and I'm under investigation

enter frustration

with pistols blazing shooting up the joint

and I've reached the point

of no return

or so I thought

takin turns

oh wait better not

broken hearts are only mended by ugly scars

but I want to go back to the start

when my stomach gave way to cattepillar cocoons

breaking apart

I can't figure this out alone,

a clean break is as unseen as bleeding stones

no broken bones

but damages are shown

I love her to death. It's well known.

Appreciation for BreedSpeak!

2008-04-10T05:04:00.001-07:00

To all the poets of Breedspeak.
You are the most illest poets I have encountered
I am in total amazement of everyone’s individual talent and I am honored
I am honored to share the scene with some of the rawest people
That make the art of poetry look almost simple,
You are the breed that plays a vital role in the underground
And there is no other like you around
We were bred to speak
And when we speak we breed
We create what others need
Our thoughts are water while this page is the seed
Let’s speak and watch this grow
Grow till everyone knows
What we are about, what we love to do
We love what we do and this site is for the few
The few that can totally appreciate a good line
That can be moved and kept in awe with a simple rhyme,
This site is for all of us to have that one special place
to come and try to capture everything that we face
Everything that we want to lyrically put into place,
A place where we can express freely
With no worry
And definitely no need to be sorry
For what we say
This is our place to call our own every single day,
So without further ado,
Thank you readers
And big ups to the BREEDSPEAK CREW!!!!

Mad love.

FReedom...............

2008-04-09T06:34:00.000-07:00

freedom fighter, freedom writer
do you ponder that freedom will one day falter
Will freedom leave you somber, or will you walk away from the dream of freedom and just freely slumber,
White picket fences lead to freedoms doorway which in my opinion is quite a way
Off course,
But of course do we still tread onto terrain that states don’t tread on me
Or do we follow the rabbit hole to see how deep it gets into the yellow brick road or the underground railroad to allow me to be free,
Free to be what I would love to be but if I free myself would I need to create restrictions
Conditions to create visions or something to yield my motion in the proper direction,
Who the fuck knows cause I sure as hell am as clueless as the next blonde,
Do I tuck and wait for the next bomb
Or do I just walk through society wearing my government issued gas mask,
No only to prevent inhalation of the bull shit you speak but to cover my face and mask my emotion as I bask,
In our ignorance, our bliss
Is there something that I missed,
I'm pretty sure I missed a lot of things but then again I never said I was the sharpest tool in the shed,
I'm free to be me, free to be alive, am I really free since I know god leads me and I'm not free to choose when I'm dead,
But from my beliefs that would be the ultimate freedom,
The ability to enter the limitless kingdom,
But for now this is where I dwell,
I belong on the planet of free will where the oceans are free to make the waves swell,
Free to hear the tone of freedom songs as we hear the tones of the liberty bell,
Free to look with a wandering eye,
And freely observe the birds soar freely in the sky,
Fucking birds, i wish I could soar,
But instead I walk on thin ice sometimes afraid to explore,
On a good point we are free to remember, free to forget,
Free to make the decision to either wear the shackles or to cut the strings and no longer be labeled as the puppet,
Well I leave it like this, please follow closely:

I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the united states of hysteria,
And to the republic that can barely stand,
One nation
under I lost count of how many gods although there is only one true God,
Indivisible but put some currency behind that shit and I bet something will divide,
With liberty that was stolen from other cultures,
And justice to the highest bidder!!!!!

Sun City Stand Up

2008-04-08T18:01:00.000-07:00

Fall Back

Enjoy The Ride

We On A Rise

Without A Doubt

See It When You Look Into My Eyes

One Man

One Mic

One Chance

One Life

One Fight

One Light

One Champ

One Night!!!

Cant Lose

Can't Win

But I Still Fight

Never Gonna Go Platinum

But I Still Write

Been Sayin "Never" All My Life

But I Still Might

Going Broke

Stayin Underground

But It Feels Right

I Got an Ill Mic Sun

I Know How To Use It

Down With "The Movement"

All For The Music!!!

Seems Like

Everybody's Comin With A "New Hit"

Sounds Like The Old One Sun

Where's The New Shit?!!!

Where's The TRUE Shit?

I'm Gettin Sick Of The Gimics

You Can't Really Call It Hip-Hop

If It Isn't

Stop Talkin Like A Giant

Walkin Like A Midget

I Kill A Mic

Everytime That I Grip It!!!

"D. Lock Dig"

2008-04-08T17:56:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

I am built with the immense capacity to love like oceans.
I bleed emotions the way rain runs down the side walks.
My body language speaks sex while my mind’s mouth talks.
My hips send the wrong messages through high heel satellites.
And all he’s wondering is who I’m going home with tonight.
I blush at his grin and smile at his eyes
Cause he’s beautiful in the way that we embrace white lies.
I become drunk off of his scent and distracted while he tries.
While I’m admiring his tattoos he’s staring at my thighs.

We do this dance all the way to my bed.
And WE DON’T have sex
And I DON’T give him head.
But he touches me in places to private to be said.
And I bite him in places that the clothes start to shed.

Hours go by but the night is to short.
My lust and my morals were at war and since then I can not bring peace to the two feuding fires.
Here I am, days later, still drunk off of the indulgence.
What came first? The physical or my emotions?
I replay that night in my thoughts in slow motion.

Perhaps I’ve watched far too many episodes of “Sex and the City,”
But I am smart enough to know that that one night, was only for ONE NIGHT.
But I was still naive enough to bring him home.
Now I have to suppress my humility and save face for my own grace’s sake.
There’s no use in wasting energy by getting territorial over unavailable spaces.

You see, it’s okay to be sexually stimulated left and right
As long as it doesn’t require to go past ONE NIGHT.
Carnal motivations, well those are alright.
But don’t get all attached because he’ll only bail with the sunlight.
I don’t get upset cause that’s just how it goes.
It doesn’t make it any easier even though these are things that we all already know.
With age we train ourselves to be numb from the chest up.
We get better at being sexually heartless as we grow up.

And he’s asking me to put it in my mouth even though he has no idea what my last name is.
Nor does he care to know it.
So I remind myself of that whenever any hot man is begging me to
BLOW IT…
Out of proportion it’s okay
Because it’s my own oraphis I have to worry about the next day.
I have the ability to love him in the strongest way but…
He doesn’t care about that.

While he’s breathing hard and grabbing, I’m just trying to hold his hand.
And the sad truth is that…I’m just not built for a one night stand.

2008-04-08T15:43:00.000-07:00

Under warnings of disaster

You listened to your master

but the bait was hard to swallow

so you questioned why you followed

hopeless speaches left you feeling hollow

now you're wondering what lies are waiting for tommorrow

Into conflict we've plunged

now look what we've done

still fighting a war

that can never be won

STORYTIME

2008-04-08T11:39:00.000-07:00

I step out the door for a brisk walk planting my soles on the curb,
taking long strides, keeping a stable pace, holding a stogy no need for the herb,
take a deep drag from the cancer stick to clear thoughts and settle nerves,
watch the cherry blaze the night sky as i put together words,
turn my head in all directions like peripheral vision and begin to casually observe,
silence in the air, talking under my breath and footsteps are all i heard,
the night sky is clear and starry,movement in the trees,
my body is refreshed by the cool tangible breeze,
a few city blocks later i arrive to my destination,
head to my isolated park bench, as it waits for me with no questions,
take a seat with the simple assumption
that i can think with no interruption,
I put pen to pad and slowly but surely begin to function,
i begin to think of different ways to create my street poem,
orchestrate a master piece like La Boem,
i use my words on the paper like concealed weapons,
allowing them to appear and discharge in a quick second,
my complex thoughts are meant to be spoken,
either to feed the mind or mend souls that are broken,
also to obliterate cowards whose word vomit is aimed towards me and starts provokin',
this gift that has been bestowed upon me is an absolute blessin',
and for this reason i create compositions as a token of my appreciation,
and i wont stop even when my mental resources are in a state of depletion,
i look up from my page and take a deep breath.......
conspire how to weld characters together to finish whats left,
throw my hoody over my head to warm me from Mr. Frost's cold breath,
light some nicotine and content that i got more than half a pack left,
take a sip of hot coffee to relieve the weather shakes,
i stop my flow like a dam does the current of a lake,
stand up and stretch and resume to my coffee and cigarette break,
the fresh air allows my thoughts to flood my mind,
the sky is getting cloudy and I'm losing track of time,
damn I'm fucking pissed too cause i need to get back since tomorrow is another day on the 9 to 5 grind,
but i cant stop until i complete this mothaphukin rhyme,
vast knowledge in this world and a trickle of it is all i need to find,
the book of my soul is torn and i really need to bind,
sometimes i feel like I'm in a lit up room but ironically I'm blind,
hold up, wait a fucking minute,
i think, yeah i think i got it,
i click the back of my pen and make the tip make contact,
reflect on my thoughts and continue on this project,
finally I'm done!!!!
i look at my timepiece, fuck i need to run,
cause if i don't fall asleep in a bit i wont rise with the sun,
sprinting like I'm being chased by bullets from a gun,
the streets are empty, I'm on my block walking all alone,
the only lights on is one star and my porch light at my home,
my breathing starts to calm, the sweats slowly stops to bead,
grab some H2O and a snack so i can feed,
sit on my bed and slowly start to read:

"Life is a voyage,
a passage to read a message,
a quest for self fulfillment, a journey, a coming of age,
Life is about a pen searching for a page,
Life is about a bum starving for minimum wage,
Life is about peace and the wars that we wage,
Life is about the disciples absorbing knowledge from their Sage,
Life is about the passive and the aggressive that they enrage,
Life is about the the so called normal and the strange,
Life is about the artist searching for that perfect canvas or stage, to perform their Life's love in which they engage,
Life is about the master and the slave,
Life is about the coward and the brave,
Life is about the ambitions and the materialistic creations that we crave,
Life is about the culture as well as revolution,
Life is about comprehension and also confusion,
Life is about the Genesis and the Revelation,
Life is about the conspiracy in our democracy and the order of the nations,
Life is what we life and what we aim to excel,
Life is the middle ground between Heaven and Hell,
Life is about grabbing the bull by the horns,
Life is about the blessing and the lessons that we learn,
Life is the pitchfork and the crown of thorns,
Life is something we take for granted,
Life is borrowed time that we've been handed,
Life is about right and wrong,
We are the melody, and Life is the song,
Life is enemy or your very best friends,
Life is the shepherd and the sheep that He tends,
Life is the Alpha and the Omega, we live life from beginning to end."
This is one of the proud works of Zen,
my alias, damn good night, slumber.........silence...........fuck, work, tomorrow,AGAIN.

The Sudden Change

2008-04-07T10:28:00.000-07:00

Suddenly I am… not so aware of my surroundings anymore
I don’t scan the blue skies for danger like I did for years before
I often forget where I am and how I got there alone I stand scared
Losing myself in my burdens regretting things that I have bared
Now life is very hectic as I have let loose my broken heart
The time for restructuring is at hand it’s now time for another start
So, suddenly, I am… face to face with the insecurities that once led me astray
Leaping forward into uncertainty though complacent I’d rather stay
Peering into the darkness for I know not now where my path leads
Filling my hands with foreign soil as I bow down to plant my seeds
Excited yet pensive about the future as I lay down my own crown
Wonder if the old ways will surface because life she goes in rounds
Then, suddenly I am… in the presence of the King of all Kings
And my mentality is overwhelmed I no longer dwell upon these things
I am freed from my impertinence as He holds my heart in hand
Bought me from my captors freed me to take my own stand
Running to my inheritance arms opened wide no more care or fears
Sliding into eternity washed white from impurities paid for with Christ’s own tears
And, suddenly I am… under attack once more with lies from the loneliest pitYet I waiver not from my convictions as I see my King will never quit

ENCUMBERED

2008-04-07T05:50:00.001-07:00

Don't give up, things will start to change,

the ink might run but you can always start a new page,

you can count on a blessing and rely on some pain,

to walk head up and full force in the down pour of rain,

you can best believe no day will be the same,

either the moon is full or its crest is at full wane,

sometimes the stress beats down and boils the blood in your veins,

theres a scream in the pit of your soul that you just cant contain,

the sound bounces off the walls of your mind like echoes in a cave,

your emotions consume you entirely like the Caribbean islands in the midst of a tidal wave,

happiness and completion are the main ideals that we crave,

should we huddle in a corner or stand tall and be brave,

stare in the face of adversity as it whips us like a slave,

there is a certainty,

i ball my fist at adversity,

in its presence never bow your head or drop into a curtsy,

never drop your guard or it will strike swiftly and precisely,

its no joke, at times you'll be overworked and overstressed,

depressed to the point where you're felling emotionally oppressed,

but in this life of strife we must learn to manifest,

because a light will always shine through the thickest fog and reflect upon the mist,

don't worry about the pressures of the job, fuck it, its bullshit but the outcome pays the fucking bills,

indulge in the best things in life, life's for certain FREE thrills,

take advantage of these resources, only for a limited time,

they're here for our convenience to experience and naturally unwind,

from the DAILY,MONOTONOUS, 9 to 5 grind,

i take a deep breath and hold it in my chest to clear my mind,

its amazing in yourself how much clarity you can find,

step into the kitchen, it may be hot, the fire may burn,

but you can take the heat if you're willing to learn,

cause a little sweat and tears never did any harm,

forget all this damn stressin',

life's a daily lesson,

sometimes you're on a high sometimes it cuts like a knife made by Smith & Wesson,

with all these tribulations we must learn to cope,

and not let us crack like a fresh line of dope,

or come apart like strands of unprotected rope,

and hold on to the belief of everlasting hope,

in a perfect world of imperfections we can overcome our flaws,

live for today cause tomorrow never comes,

cause it just turns into today and yesterday is all it was!!!!!!

punching out-Jason Biggers

2008-04-06T19:02:00.000-07:00

This parasite sucking life

in an eight hour spread

I'm a zombie's buffet

but I'm not dead

He was jealous that I live

Like a causeless soldier

and he spends his time

looking over his feminine soldier

and I have the power to ignore

success

At times I've almost given into the virus

But people like me have more than a purpose

inside us

Just a NEED to be

not to argue, convince or even agree

and unbeknownst to these three piece draped scavengers

we are truly free

somewhere between the homeless men

and the tycoon

is me

don't look at me expectingly

because if yo're looking for my loyalty

the price is far more than any calculator can sum up

and if you're one to force

I'll show you an anal cavity you can stick your thumb up

I hope you're limber

WineBottleApostle: Gabriel E.

2008-04-06T13:59:00.000-07:00

A bottle of wine away from asking myself for forgiveness,

I did it again, no oops! involved.

pushed myself passionatley passed passionate for something that requires none.

Damn good @ indulgence like it's the map key to where I'm headed.

Good thing I know it's not,

cuz sometimes I pretend that sun shines through my alley ,

even though it's obviously just the reflection of my light bulb on that $4 dollar bottle of Lumbrusco.

And that don't mean the sun don't shine

I just can't see it from where I'm standing

Which in lies the problem. Standing.

ThinkDrinkSitStandStillLayStagnant.

Movement is priceless,Progression.

And I've been warming up to myself through years of intoxication.

it took way too long for me to meet me.

introverted during extrovert conversation.

lost them and found me, which left them without me.

pointless...

If I could do it all over again

I'd teach myself to be more confident during those times that I had no reason to be,

other than "to be."

Thats the key.

Unpredictability. No one predicts as good as we.

we got that, creating futures from past's we've never had, type ability.

It's as if we've forgotten that we could've made that past into any kind of seed.

And we know. we just assume let the ball roll and once it gets going,

a rolling stone gathers no frost

Already warmed up to letting "fate" make decisions.

Maybe I'm just speaking for myself, or

Maybe I'm still speaking to myself, or

Maybe we should catch that stone before we're too stoned to stone fate, and create for ourselves a new next week.

Dear to my heart in headlights

2008-04-05T13:01:00.000-07:00

I'm almost monogamous

but the deception is monotonus

I guess it happens to the lot of us

a singular life

seems so free of strife

are the lonely better off than the confused

the mistreated, lied to, the abused

we've all been the barer of bad news

so in all honesty which would you chose?

Is it the press of someone else's flesh

that makes us feel alive, refreshed?

and at the same time pushed on and oppressed.

I speak hypothetically

Because I love pathetically

and the hands held by mine,

always keep the time

so usually it's not me who let's go.

Just A Few Words

2008-04-03T17:39:00.000-07:00

Restraints Put On Me

Shadows Cast Upon Me

Thinkin All My Thoughts On This Thing Called Life Were Faulty

What's Love?...When You Have Someone There For You?

Until Their Angry...And They Act Like They Don't Care For You

Abusive Words

Thrown At You In Dispute

I Must Be Misunderstanding My Purpose...But I Refuse To Lose

I've Been Blessed With This Gift To Excite Minds With Life

I Will Rise From The Darkness And Shine Bright With Light

It Seems Like Every Other Emcee Who Tries...Dies

They'll Let You Fly High...If You Front...And Supply Lies

It Bewilders Me

How All The Skilled Emcee's Are Stayin Broke...It's Killin Me!!!

"Real Emcee's" I Know You Feelin Me

Heavenly Lyrics...Everlasting Meditation

Still..."Shiny Emcee's" Is Who The Foolish Keep Embracing

I've Learned To Let The Hatred Go

But Everyday I Feel Alone

And Every Night I Lay In Bed Dreamin That I'm Gonna BLOW!!!

A PATH OF VISION: gabriel Nunez

2008-04-01T22:42:00.000-07:00

puts in what he’s getting.

re-invests what he’s been given.

watches his relation to world…now that’s wisdom.

a passenger of listen with a passion for the driven.

attacking every mission like the last…now that’s living.

a lad who ain’t afraid to autograph his bad decisions

and re-create the good ones,

he’s a happy mathematician

Who’s math subtracts division

Who’s laugh just adds ignition

Who’s acts are acts of God, like a Godly intervention.

A martyr of existence

His love knows no conditions, floats above his own ambitions

but he’d hardly know the difference…

So If you’ve ever met him let him know that he’s the reason your persistant.

"Laughing Last for Dying Early"

2008-03-31T21:32:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

I’ve been wanting to die now for the past couple of years because the meaning of life just seems so jumbled and blended in with broken spirits and rotten tears.
Misleading scars like planes mistaken for stars or weight loss sold in jars leading you to believe that the key to a better life is by counting your carbs.
The soul got sucked out of life, out of the dark, out of the light, out of the hope, the fight, the hate, the fake, the fate, the shadow, the shape, the shift, the grip, the fame, the whores, the shame, the wars, the money the crime.
People think that just because they go to church, that will make their treating people like shit, doing drugs, being whores all better. Like God just forgives a lifetime of sin for an hour a week. No matter what you say, going to church for the shit that you do will not save your soul the next day. You need to be a better person. No matter how much money you place in that little straw basket as it passes your seat will make it all disappear.
Be a better mother, a better room mate, a better soul mate, a better sibling, a better son, a better daughter, just be something better.
Pull yourself away from the bar, the party, the strip club, the beer and
go home to your son, your mess, your lover, just go home.
Clean up your room, your house, your act, your will, your agony, your fear, your life.
Just clean up.
Take your pill and pull up your pants and realize that tomorrow is your second chance.
Wake up knowing that people are going to cheat, and they’re going to lie, it’s all the same.
Remember that it’s the face that’s important and not the name.
It’s the impact that’s legendary, not the fame.
It’s the picture that speaks the words, not the frame and don’t ever be ashamed to stand out because of a flaw.
Embrace it, love it, hold it, smile with it, it’s yours.
Love it like it’s your child. Ignore its gender, ignore its flaws.
Love it because it’s yours.
Because now a days everyone’s got one hundred and one million superficial complaints about faces, too fat, too thin, too light, or dark skin, wrong hair, wrong eyes, wrong clothes, wrong shoes, bad sex, big thighs, big ass, no ass, small breasts, huge tits, small dick, too thin, too thick, bad car, wrong car, no car, no money, wrong job and you say you’re not a gold digger but if the shoe fits then lie and buy new ones.
Get over your obstacles, your highs, your lows, your fears, yourself, your hang ups, the heart aches, the heart breaks, the head aches, the drama, the trauma, and just be happy. If you wanna die fast, die now, then just be happy. Because happy people always die first and misery leads to long drawn out lives.
And if you wanna be happy, then don’t fall in love.I’m working on it, and if I don’t call you later tomorrow, then you’ll know that I died here today.

Verse Libre (Free Verse)

2008-03-31T09:28:00.000-07:00

I believe, that my mind can conceive

a complex speech, a steady moving train of thought, a plan of action that i can achieve,

words that can give insight to the naive,

they can deprive you of hope to exhibit my understanding of the term bereave,

a syllable away to either persuade or deceive,

a string of consonants and vowels to complete the tangled web we weave,

i stash the ABC's like a trump card up my sleeve,

to call these cowards bluff and have them fold in their seat,

and leave them uncoordinated like two left feet,

with a rhyme flow that sounds like the aftermath of vertigo,

word vomit and dry heaves,

no passion and a loss of feeling like superman Christopher Reeves,

My words can twist you up like a contortionist,

My words can kill your mental creations like an abortionist,

My words can swiftly change your perception to reality like an illusionist,

My words can burn down your mental structure just like an arsonist,

My words can paint an intricate design like a graffiti artist,

i animate my creativity like the works of a cartoonist,

words can stop you where you are,

have you fall from grace like the "morning star",

words are known to scar,

words can bind together like shingles and tar,

words are intoxicating like costly spirits haunting tenants of bars,

think before you speak or words sound broken like strings on a guitar,

or sound like mythical bullshit like the feces of a Minotaur,

words can set your free, spread your wings and start to soar,

words are a gateway to a sentence, a paragraph.. hold on there's more,

compositions are just on the other side of the door,

words can be gentle like the lamb or strong like the lion's prideful roar,

words can remain hidden or put on display like a hallmark card at a store,

words can strengthen you down to the core,

but at times certain dialogue can leave you battered and sore,

like the degrading backhand of a pimp as he collects the dignity from his whore,

watch what you say, your words can damage and take a toll,

leave you like a paraplegic with no shoes, numb with no sole,

words can give you warmth like the scribes from the city of the Sun,

words can also save you like the words of the Anointed One,

words can be morphine to an ultimate pain,

words can help you find a way to explain,

words are a science, a creation of stimulating neurons and electric currents pulsating and traveling through your brain,

words can come from the village idiot to the wisest of sages,

My words will resound through the ages,

Your words couldn't be sick even if these words were contagious

but ill allow you try, ill even let you borrow this infested pen and these quarantined pages!!!!!!!

band of lovers

2008-03-30T14:13:00.000-07:00

murderers liars and thieves

Most of my friends are these.

and I love them as a tree loves it's leaves

but come fall, they must fall.

though never far away from me.

As they fade, from green to red or yellow to brown

to nothing.

New ones blossom

ones, twos, then dozens

and maybe hundreds.

I Still Love Her

2008-03-29T05:06:00.000-07:00

What Up Miss...It's A Beautiful Day

I Know You Got A Lot Of Men On You Ma...But I Got Beautiful Game

Hip-Hop?...What A Beautiful Name!!!

And You A Beautiful Dame

But What I'm Feelin Is Your Beautiful Brain

And I Can See It Ma...Your Feelin The Same

Plus You've Always Been There For Me Baby...When I'm Feelin The Rain

There's Been Many Before Me

Some Treated You Poorly

When I Would Tell You That They Were Frontin You Would Ignore Me

You Got My Number From The Beginning...You Wouldn't Call Me

You Were Too Busy Makin That Money...And You Were "BALLING"

You Got Played For Air Play...And Used By the Business

You Saw First Hand...How Money Hungry The "Biz" Gets

You Started Tuckin That Bisquit...And Claimin You "Thugged Out"

Still, You Were "Keepin It Real"...But Then You Bugged Out

Got Wrapped Up With The Obsession Of Rollin "Dubbed Out"

"Iced Out"...It Was All Good...But Where's The Love Now

It's In The Money...Your Losin Grip Of Your Soul

And Them Nobody's Your Fuckin With...Are Losin Grip Of Their Flow!!!

To Be Continued...

The One and Only...Juni Bonds of Street Symphony

crumbling

2008-03-27T19:08:00.000-07:00

the curse to create is cruel

and unusual situations, are written in the rules,

Is it my need to create that causes me to commit the crime

Or is it the consequence that causes me to bleed in rhyme

I was happy for a minute and weeks went by

I was free of self inflicted wounds and lies,

My heart saw a light cruisin round my life

so it shot down the star, and now shit's not right

Why the fuck do I have to follow the trail I've been down before

I've been dragged down this gravel road, I've been locked out this door

only my twisted rope of a mind could turn something so amazing

into an awkward dance.

time to reshuffle the deck.

Before The Struggle

2008-03-27T17:46:00.000-07:00

I Wish That I Could Go Back To The Days That It Wasn't So Rough
When I Never Had To Think about Death...Or Stayin Out Of Handcuffs
When A Fight Was A Fight...Than It Was Over
Now When Beef Starts...Your Forever Lookin Over Your Shoulder
And Cold Is What The Streets Have Gotten
Because These Streets are Plotting Often While They Watchin...Forcin Me To Feel More Pain Than Belly Floppin
Hip-Hop Was The Best Thing That A Kid Could Do To Stay Out Of Trouble
Now You Win A Battle...And They Try To Rush You
Before...You Never Had To Think About Your Boy Thats Locked
Or Some Random Female That You Slept With...Talkin About She's Knocked Up
Or Cop Punks Who Pull You Over...Just For The Fuck Of It
Or Dumb Punks...Who Are Pointin Guns At You And Bustin Them
Or Get Caught Up In A Drug Bust...When Your Not Even Dealin
Your At The Right Place...At The Wrong Time...Thinkin Of Record Sales...Chillin
I've Had This "Never Fail" Feelin Since Before The Struggle
I'll Prevail Because I'm Willin To Be More...And BUST Through
Before The Struggle...Life Was So Simple
Not A Care In The World...Easy To Live Through
It Ain't Easy Anymore...But Don't Stop
Give Them Everything You Got...Until You Reach The Top
So Now It's Stressful Days...Filled With Headaches...And Sweatty Palms
Friends And Foes Are Mixed...But Cross Me...We Can Get It On!
You Can Get It Raw...These Blocks Have Went From Hot...To Scorchin
They Kill For Fame And Fortune...I Feel This Pain...And Often
I Hear Screams In The Night
I Make It Through...And Break Your Crew...Forget The Dark...I Can Gleam In The Light
I'm Mean On The Mic...So Now I'm The Target...Come An Get Me
Whether You Love Me...Or Hate Me...It Will Never Effect Me
You've Gotta Respect Me...Instead...You Envy Me
You've Changed...I Used To Speak Raps...And See Hands Extend To Me
Dead That...The Struggle Goes On...Drug Users...And Thug Losers
With No Future...Quick Fix And Fast Cash Doers
It's So Hard To Keep Movin
Sometimes...Reality Gots Me So Drunk...That I'm On Both Knees...Pukin
Car Thieves...Pick Pockets...And Drive By's
Hard G's...Bitch Cop Kids...And Wise Guys
Before The Struggle...Life Was So Simple
Not A Care In The World...Easy To Live Through
It Ain't Easy Anymore...But Don't Stop
Give Them Everything You Got...Until You Reach The Top
So Now I'm Back To Dreamin Of The Days When It Was Easy
Feelin That Ink Is My Escape...Even If Briefly...When The Whether's Gettin Breezy
Alot Of things Have Changed...Gotta Find A Way To Beat The Game
Fuck The Hate...It Won't Stop Me From Speakin My Brain
It's Like The Sun Don't Shine No More
Fist Fights...In Cold Nights...You Just Might Die In A Brawl
That's Why I'm Fightin For More...On The Block...Or With The Mic In My Palm
Juni Bonds Stays Strong...Beacuse I'd Rather Rise Than Fall
And I Stand Tall...You Can Never Take Me Down
I Slay These Clowns...That Keep Bringin That Fake...Cheap Sound
You Hate Me Now...But Before...Love Was Love
And Now It's Turned Into Jealousy...Enough Is Enough
Now At Days...You Can't Walk Down The Street...Without Gettin Jumped
You Can't Even Talk To A Female...Without Some Chump Actin Tough
Sometimes I Think That The Streets Are Too Much To Handle
But Then...I Think Of My Family...I Won't Lose This Battle!!!
Before The Struggle...Life Was So Simple
Not A Care In The World...Easy To Live Through
It Ain't Easy Anymore...But Don't Stop
Give Them Everthing You Got...Until You Reach The Top!!!

The One and Only...Juni Bonds of Street Symphony

CAN YOU HELP????? by LOUIE aka ZEN_ONE

2008-03-26T03:40:00.000-07:00

excuse me?????
i have a problem and you might have an answer
you might have an evacuation plan for this national disaster
hold on.... im a bit choked up. i have to take a brief pause,
as you can see im out of place, or in simple terms im lost,
i cant find the flock for the sheperd is no where to be seen,
i have no sense of direction and im a little new to this scene,
i need assistance
a tad bit of guidance
or better yet teach me to wear the wolf's skin so i can assimilate in silence
i have to admit this place is dreadful, horrendous, scary as hell
i cant go any where without exposing my white tail
this is a land of vagabonds, riff raff, no lords or ladies will ever come near
and im unsure of my stay, maybe a day, maybe a week, or possibly a year
how do i survive in a land of poverty and strife
where almost half of the peoples eyes cut through my weak exterior like a knife
i feel like a child uncapable of understanding
that this place is very demanding
first they want my currency,
then my plush textiles
until im stripped down to the last drop of my dignity
honestly i dont know what this place has in store for me
or what and i really want to know what will become of me
please... please.. . i beg you. teach
show me how to cloak myself with the natives hide, and explain to me the fundamentals of their speech,
show me how to be ruthless, how to creep in the shadows
how to walk and veer from the straight and narrow
how to execute without debate from fear of the swine
how to rightfully take what is not rightfully mine
i really dont know what to do
dear stranger that is why i have suddenly approached you
i have gotten to the point where im almost done
please can you help me.. im a white boy from the suburbs and im stranded in SOUTH CENTRAL COMPTON.

A Couple of things...

2008-03-25T21:25:00.000-07:00

"Soul Mate Lover Sugar Gold"

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

Some people dream in color
Some people dream in black and white
Some people dream of dragons
Others dream of walking towards the light
I dream in hip hop
And I dream it every single night
I fantasize about it because hip hop knows how to love me right
And even when it’s wrong it’s still so good
I’d make sweet love to hip hop
If hip hop only could
I support hip hop the way a strong woman should
I’d do it every morning
If hip hop had morning wood
If hip hop was a god I would praise it on my knees
If hip hop was a seed
I would nurture every tree
If hip hop were magic
Then I would learn every trick
And I would do it on my own
Without a magic stick
If hip hop were a baby
I would hold it in my arms
I’d beat down any bastard that would try to cause it harm
My hip hop love is loud
My hip hop love is silent
My hip hop love is golden
My hip hop love is violent
I stay faithful to hip hop
I recognize what is fake
I don’t care about what hip hop wears
Or how much money it makes
I appreciate its value
And the talent that it takes
I won’t be fooled by diamond grills
Or mass media booty shakes
I’m in love with hip hop
And this love is for eternity
I am a part of hip hop
Because hip hop lives through me

"The Difference Between a Lady and a Tramp"

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

I’m all about showing a little bit of ass
But you’ve really gotta learn how to do it with class
These girls need to grasp the concept
That bragging about how much dick you suck will only earn you disrespect
It’s cool if you’re a freak behind closed doors
But talking about it in the streets only makes you look like a whore
There are some secrets you should keep to your name
Because we are females ladies
It’s not the same game
Just like you love pride
You’ve got to love shame
And that love will keep you humble and keep you sustained
Maintain that pedestal of rights
That we fought for for so long
Don’t sell yourself out for a buck and a song
Those girls gone wild can flash for free
But it’s going to take a lot more than moneyTo experience a piece of me

slender by J. Biggers

2008-03-25T19:09:00.000-07:00

she was wet between the stems with just one verse

and the stanzas had her shakin, shiverin in her curves

my lips and toungue were movin but I never touched her skin

words on a line of rythym wrapped her up and made her listen

had her attention with the power of my prose

worked my way under her skin and damn near out her clothes

iambic pantameter put some thrust behind my voice

to watch a girl so proper start to lose her poise

This was my first lesson in the history of words

Streets Speak

2008-03-25T18:00:00.000-07:00

I Wake Up In The A.M...To Malice And Mayhem
Where Liberty Runs Low...And Government's The Game Plan
Where Chics Play Mind Tricks...And Fidelity Is Hollow
Where People Fiend To Inject...Inhale...Sip...Or Swallow
Where Loyalty Is Ludacris To Think That It Exsists
Honesty Is Hard To Find...And Revenge You Can't Resist
Where Double Crossin Is A Defenite
Where Sincerity Is Scarce...And Rage They Reppin It
Where The Rapid Race To Retaliation Is A Regular Thing
Where The Love Is Lost...And Hate Is All They See
Where Equality Is The Enemy...And Envy
Is An Everyday Event In The Life Of An Emcee
Where Beef Is Boundless...And Fist Fights Are Forever Fought
Jail Is A Journey Of A Juvenile Never Taught
Where Thoughts Are Black...And To Live Is A War...Unsure
What The Fuck I Wanna Be Here For!!!
The One and Only...Juni Bonds of Street Symphony

Fuck The Empire!!!! by Louie aka Zen_One

2008-03-25T10:59:00.000-07:00

in my wake

of insomnia my mind conspires to retire the jaded corrupt commercial empire, whom simple minded individuals hail as sire. I perspire, and begin to inquire why i drain my life force on these sellouts that i aim to target and expire, they are born out of trend but not for the love of the culture. Am I a LIAR?? I aspire to inspire, to fill the void consumed by fire, an enraged, slave of the culture shadowed by the "GAME", an eclipse on a movement forced to share its name, while the pioneers of the subterranean look upon in shame, knowing that they've paved a way to lyrical, glamour garbage taking hip hop's name in vain. Will the dry spell ever finish? Will we ever again feel the rain? my passion and rage swell inside and i cant contain, restraints on our creativity they cannot maintain. i put my foot down so i can sustain... a stable position, to stand by my convictions, the bling era has hip hop in a choke hold of seduction. FUCK the industry, my lyrical sensation will change the game in moderation, my hypnotic persuasion will confuse the illusion, to implode with self inflicted retribution, my soul needs alleviation and salvation in conjunction to the damage caused by damnation with a twist of subtle inebriation. the music never changes, the sounds stays constant like syllables in alliteration. I pay a penance to fall victim to a sentence and stay true to what i speak than walk on stage draped in sequins, the pretend will all come down in a sequence, i praise all of my regiments of intelligence, who's' relevance to the culture revolves on the dignity, diversity, and the eloquence. in my speech i bring quality and substance, a cornucopia of thoughts, food for thought in abundance, my vibrant words spark the desolate night sky when i tongue their radiance, watch the elements combine and bask in their ambiance, i speak in seance to resurrect the primal force of the CAUSE that THEY seem to neglect, in retrospect, the underground of the culture is the definition of raw talent, the opposition i throw the gauntlets, and use these fake thugs as a frustration outlet, cause anyone mixing pop and hip hop gets NO respect, i don't understand that unity, to me that's humility, that's like a same sex marriage that's never meant to be, musical infidelity, that's like the code of chivalry dropping integrity and dignity, could it be that hip hop's rawness is thought of as a fallacy, you sac religious emcees are a fucking embarrassment to me, hip hop is my love not my entity, it allows me to speak in metaphors and similes, while you mimic played out gimmicks, i concoct paragraphs with assistance of pronouns, adjectives, and possibly a limerick. I have the game on lock like i pressed pause on the analog, my vernacular is spectacular embedded in my dialogue. This culture will make your nerves tingle, fused with jazzy beats and urban lingo, the movement is catchy like STDs mixed with radio jingles, it dwells in your mind, makes you think, questions start to mingle. This scroll's texture is complex but let me simplify, my fellow scribes, we need to justify, start a MUSICAL REVOLUTION, stand up and testify!!!!!!!!

Conceptual Obligation

2008-03-25T08:29:00.000-07:00

She failed to recognize me when I entered her home… and home is where the heart is, but my heart was not in it when we united… united we stand and divided we fall into each other’s arms and cry for our love that is failing… failing to teach us anything new as we have closed our minds, sealed them like mason jars, filled with our spirits… not the kind of spirits that make you be but the ones that make you be inebriated enough to not recognize me when I enter your home… though your home is where my heart is, but my heart was not in it because we separated… we separated ourselves from the rest of the pack so we could be alone,… together… together alone where no one dare enter… and no one does dare enter our domain where the pains remain the same and we constantly blame the other’s name… so divided we fall and united we stand holding each other close pretending that we recognize each other from long ago… so long ago that you know my home openly received your heart but I will always fail to recognize you... So, I conceived her in my mind, fabricated her at least 100 times- she just had a different name and features- occasionally she would change her outfit, or wear one rather… she passed away today as I realized that I’m sick, sick of being afraid and alone, sick of not understanding myself or my intuition… sick of her beautiful face smiling into the emptiness of my disillusioned heart… sick of my neighbor’s dog barking at me every time I go outside to defecate, sick of pollution because it gives birth to bitching from others… sick of watching my ex-girlfriend suck someone else’s manhood out of them on the Internet… sick with a fever so high that I’m hallucinating and conceiving her in my mind, fabricating her, it’s been at least 100 times today where she has remained naked, dying and making realize that I am so sick, sick of getting my ass kicked every time I fight and sick of fighting because I always get my ass kicked… sick of my best friend getting his dick sucked on the Internet by my ex-girlfriend… sick of going to the store on the corner, and it’s closed, then getting home and realizing that I was pushing not pulling the door… sick of being sick with a cold that makes me continue to conceive her in my mind or fabricate her now 300 or more times, just because I’m naked and dying from my sickness

---zachariah

Mad @ Rap: Gabe Nunez

2008-03-25T03:37:00.000-07:00

I got middle lane size bravery

knowing I’m better than some and some are better than me.

none the less I AM SEA.

You bastards speed by in cocky left lane posture quite dangerously

But it takes more take ones than one to put together worthy verses times 3

Good enough at math to know you don’t add up to me

Mad tough, dumb as nails, and a hammer head shark away from de-feet.

Ha.ha.

You didn’t know you were allowed to laugh during a poem but I make poems,

poems don’t make me.

Still I laugh at my own jokes while listeners read.

A Control freak with whole sheets of scrolled screen that mold me.

Goodie but oldie,

But Hungry.

Like I just started.

Reincarnated free speech

Breed speak

Fingers critically thinking about punching keys.

Keys critically thinking of how to dodge and weave.

But they can’t escape me!

Nah

My wrath’s a passionate catastrophe.

And I’ll keep that trophy-------^

As a symbol of who serves me.

My vocab’s a vegetable soup that I picked up along the journey.

I didn’t cook it.

Words Served Me.

And I’m watching you exploited by words, as though word’s worthy.

your unrehearsed verses of hearse worthy verbs need PURGING.

Look it up.

In every sense of the word Your lurking.

my herniated disc drive don’t play your gold, sold out sound of drowned out passion

buying what they asking fashion trend,

consumer of the mass pretend that your the other half of men!

…you sick motherfuckers got nothing we need and it kills me that every time I want to write a poem that makes me smile, I end on bad terms with myself for letting your bullshit exist. I have officially banned rap!

Hip Hop, I still Love You

Feeling Useless by J. Biggers

2008-03-24T21:43:00.000-07:00

A criminal born but captured by fate or coincedence

I wasn't born to give into this

Broke rules to show the world that being ruled

wasn't what made the push and pull

or the fake medallion shine the jewelry isn't mine and it will never be

I was born to wear the streets.

But I got caught up in religion

Mass acceptence of homicide band together and ostricize

never admit you're wrong,

but never take credit for being right

that's not right. But I regain my vision

Held my tongue and listened as the poor and beatened screamed

and bled so red into my dreams

"Funeral Services for the Death of the Genuine Good"

2008-03-24T20:56:00.000-07:00

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

Violations of adoration.
Desperation due to admiration.
No invitations to the celebrations.
Just another imitation.
Non Important.
Stagnant Fragments.
Lines distorted.
Arts imported.
Money is the only passage.
Pay the right price for the key.
Talent dances with dollar signs.
Skinny grants instant beauty.
No glamour for the average,
That’s not what we’re here to see.
Funnier jokes, bigger lips, smaller waists, buffer bods, hand stands, and dancing monkeys.
Let’s watch the show.
Violent outbursts for the first row.
Blow…
All of your hard earned savings, your rent, your child obligations, your grocery support.
Blow…
For the dollar bills to spend on the show.
Blow…
The others away with your tricks, and your tits, and your tats.
Blow…
With the wind, like the leaves off of the money tree.
Glow…
With envy.
Glow…
With greed.
Glow…
With the attention that we all so desperately need.
Glow…
With the heart you pretend to have.
Know…
Nothing of human emotion.
Know…
All about your competition.
No…
One cares about the good recognition.
The good only matter in death.
Heaven grants unseen justice only at the end of breath.
Karma is timeless.
Human life is short.
We wish we could watch the bad things happen,
With faith in life support.
We’ve distorted the genuine,
And defeated the chivalrous.
We make the pretty monkeys rich,
And ignore heaven.
Repenting is for the old and dying,
Religion is for the fake and lying.
The love has been dislocated.
Has anybody seen the love lately?
There’s not time for looking. Let’s go watch the show.

My Muse

2008-03-24T20:52:00.000-07:00

Looking for restoration, years after the initial exploration... exploration of infatuation, influxes of impatience and frustration. My own destruction, self-inflicted mutilation, complete disregard of instruction... instruction or "how-to's": deflection, perhaps diffraction of the Light's distraction, that left my beautiful life in fractions... FRACTIONS OF FRAGMENTS... fragments of my dedication to her indignation... of her inner altercations... from her multiple lacerations on her personality's classifications... classified modifications through every day's intoxication. So I quit drinking!

-----Zachariah

Testify

2008-03-24T10:44:00.000-07:00

By Luis Hernandez

I testify to recognize what lies beyond my eyes

is life meant to be a surprise or is it just an obvious paragragh that we just neglect to read in between the lines, ill leave that as an open discussion like an unfinished sentence waiting for a simple command of dictation followed by an ending punctuation, should i allow the persuasion of evolution, adjust my simple unadulterated conclusion or should i just adjust my sights according to the target, which in my opinion the target is the onslaught of society on character notariety, cultural diversity, which their fancy terms that they extracted from college books they wrote from their so called accredited university, wow that is what i would like to call analytical, hypocritical, anomosity that is no longer humbled by a blanket of the anonymous, but do i continue to walk through this venue and still and i say "STILL" conform for just a bloody steak on the menu. no spice, no flavor, no character, just bland unless i contest what they request and deny their mess. hallelujah ive been blessed. i have time, i have mine, i have a mind. i plan to use it. will you????? Make a choice..........

This spoken word is a product of Zen_one!!!!!!

the last time I'll call you was yesterday by J. Biggers

2008-03-24T06:22:00.000-07:00

the last time I'll call you was yesterday.
I feel as though I've become a thorn in the side of the ones that I love.
It's disheartening now that I can't look for comfort from above
an eternal annoyance to the hearts I wish to touch
I was once the brick the rock the crutch
Now I'm a leper in a one man colony,
I wish I knew the source of this anomaly
give me back my love of loneliness give me back my lack of address
stuck in this fish bowl of a town
goin up but feelin down,
My vision is dimming my flesh it's thinning
I don't need you anymore whoever you are,
I don't need you anymore
so the burden is lifted
the blame it's shifted
I'll crawl this road on my own
I'll be fine under this rock,
so if you need my assistance
dial 1-800- this bird doesn't give a fuck.

cerebral break down. J. Biggers

2008-03-21T19:12:00.000-07:00

the crippled cross

a crescent moon cause

the star of david looms

and all is shattered lives and doom

because everybody needs a little elbow room

maybe a little cash in thier pocket,

firebomb a bus, shoot off another rocket

that'll cure it that'll solve it.

you can't fix a virus with a disease

step aside, back down, at ease

let peace take a swing at things

corpses and structure fires never solved much

situations like these require a more delicate touch

a poet's blood is poured on a page and is read but not red

a body is more useful breathing than it would be dead