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Human Condition
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The Tesseract
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huh?
i suggest trying http://www.terb.ca if you want to talk about such subjects....
this board is more about raving and stuff..
this board is more about raving and stuff..
R4V4G3D_SKU11S
TRIBE Member
Woman in red, that’s what you will all say of me:
and that will mean more than my name of family;
Enough that I’m here, and the painter is painting me,
spending most time on my eyes and my jewellery.
Still unidentified, that’s all you’ll know of me
except what the painter and I’ll let you see of me;
A sitter-up-straight, and a hand, and dark eyes you’ll be
drawn into, deeper than you’ll ever want to be.
Red is the colour of magic, and fire, and me;
red is the colour of passion and mystery.
I’m sending a code to you down through the centuries;
my name doesn’t matter: just look at me, look at me.
and that will mean more than my name of family;
Enough that I’m here, and the painter is painting me,
spending most time on my eyes and my jewellery.
Still unidentified, that’s all you’ll know of me
except what the painter and I’ll let you see of me;
A sitter-up-straight, and a hand, and dark eyes you’ll be
drawn into, deeper than you’ll ever want to be.
Red is the colour of magic, and fire, and me;
red is the colour of passion and mystery.
I’m sending a code to you down through the centuries;
my name doesn’t matter: just look at me, look at me.
That was nice basic.
The music entering my mind and I wonder if all feel the same,
I know better then that, i'm unique in my own world of fame,
moving about free to all others but restricted in my game,
you look at me with wonder and I sense some shame,
not realizing that inside I feel just the same,
I little more daring and happy I seem,
perhaps this is true for the moment that's seen.
The music entering my mind and I wonder if all feel the same,
I know better then that, i'm unique in my own world of fame,
moving about free to all others but restricted in my game,
you look at me with wonder and I sense some shame,
not realizing that inside I feel just the same,
I little more daring and happy I seem,
perhaps this is true for the moment that's seen.
R4V4G3D_SKU11S
TRIBE Member
She wept, and I could do nothing. I had done all
she said. I'd left her, standing in the grocery, with
the rutabagas, clenched in her strong freckled hands.
I was outside, the sun beat down on my scalp, through
the breaks in my fine brown hair, and the beets,
and the beets were all around me on the hot dry sidewalk.
WHY!! I cried, why did I do it? I sit down among the
wilting beets, among the green greens and beet-red beets.
She's all to me! All that I have, and all that I want!
A short man with blond eyebrows comes up to me,
and says, he knew I would fail.
"You LOSER!," he shouts, and he points at me,
and they all laugh.
Rutabagas, I think. Why SHOULDN'T I eat Rutabagas, if
she asked me? Purple and beige, stupid root vegetables.
Am I not strong enough? Am I too weak?
"I WILL DO AS I PLEASE!!", I howl at the night, the hot
summer night with the bug-zappers screaming their tiny
victories, and the old sad dogs laying on the floor, looking up at the toothy
smugness of David Letterman, while their masters lay
couch-bound, unblinking.
I try to get back to the grocery, but I am in a building
with no exits, and no entrances, and each man, in his time, has
many fears.
The water, dirty and greenish-brown, begins
to pour around me again, and the throbbing sound, the beat beat
beat, and the reptile smell surrounds me and chills me and I realize it's my
own heart beating...and now
I'm awake. Geez, I gotta pee. Bad dream. Heart still racing. I look
over, and she's sleeping peacefully. I can barely see the freckles
on her face. Just a bad dream, in a good life.
she said. I'd left her, standing in the grocery, with
the rutabagas, clenched in her strong freckled hands.
I was outside, the sun beat down on my scalp, through
the breaks in my fine brown hair, and the beets,
and the beets were all around me on the hot dry sidewalk.
WHY!! I cried, why did I do it? I sit down among the
wilting beets, among the green greens and beet-red beets.
She's all to me! All that I have, and all that I want!
A short man with blond eyebrows comes up to me,
and says, he knew I would fail.
"You LOSER!," he shouts, and he points at me,
and they all laugh.
Rutabagas, I think. Why SHOULDN'T I eat Rutabagas, if
she asked me? Purple and beige, stupid root vegetables.
Am I not strong enough? Am I too weak?
"I WILL DO AS I PLEASE!!", I howl at the night, the hot
summer night with the bug-zappers screaming their tiny
victories, and the old sad dogs laying on the floor, looking up at the toothy
smugness of David Letterman, while their masters lay
couch-bound, unblinking.
I try to get back to the grocery, but I am in a building
with no exits, and no entrances, and each man, in his time, has
many fears.
The water, dirty and greenish-brown, begins
to pour around me again, and the throbbing sound, the beat beat
beat, and the reptile smell surrounds me and chills me and I realize it's my
own heart beating...and now
I'm awake. Geez, I gotta pee. Bad dream. Heart still racing. I look
over, and she's sleeping peacefully. I can barely see the freckles
on her face. Just a bad dream, in a good life.
Are you a woman or a man basic?
Well here is my current condition...
Eating elbow noodles on a rainy day,
getting ready to go outside and play,
not under the water i'm not happy enough for that,
or maybe time has eroded me and turned me to a brat,
No, it cannot be, i'm mellow like a mellon,
slick and soft and sweet, just say hello,
I'm not counterfeit like fake money,
I love girls that dress like bunnies,
and hate it when my nose is runny,
I have friends that are funny,
I don't eat bears that are gummy,
and really that's what makes me money.
Well here is my current condition...
Eating elbow noodles on a rainy day,
getting ready to go outside and play,
not under the water i'm not happy enough for that,
or maybe time has eroded me and turned me to a brat,
No, it cannot be, i'm mellow like a mellon,
slick and soft and sweet, just say hello,
I'm not counterfeit like fake money,
I love girls that dress like bunnies,
and hate it when my nose is runny,
I have friends that are funny,
I don't eat bears that are gummy,
and really that's what makes me money.
the_fornicator
TRIBE Member
I like coffee
I like tea
I like you
I like me.
awwwwwwww. that was nice.
I like tea
I like you
I like me.
awwwwwwww. that was nice.
Sure, you know it makes sense man, it all makes sense from a certain perspective. I don't know if what I just said makes any sense actually...whoa that's pretty messed up. I'm talking shit again, but i'm not going to erase it, i'm just going to leave it up here for the tribe to see, I always want to be the chief, I wonder if everyone feels like that? Do you? Do you want to be the chief? Now that I think about it I kinda want to be like the highlander, you know, he runs shit really, but no one really knows him, he can fuck most anyone up, he's rich as hell, smarter then einstein, way smarter but he keeps it all on the down low. So he pick up a hot lady once in a while marry's them or whatever until their really old, then pick up a new chick, actually that's kind of sad, i'm sure I could cope though. My need for attention and my fear of going to sleep keeps me going but i'll stop right now...i'll see if someone responded to my other threads, then i'll be done.
green_souljah
TRIBE Member
"Dude...this is pretty fuct up right here"
Temper Tantrum
TRIBE Member
robin has a very deep poem about the ROM.
Whenever I sit I be thinkin like buddah,
try to keep my mental state away from murdah,
I don't like Micheal Jackson but still like thrillah,
When I eat, do it safely, at this moment rice noddle,
cause I know what it feels to have your face in the puddle,
I got dreams and the means to one day be in a NBA huddle
I respect life and life shows me the meaning, don't ride a saddle,
I been ridden on, abused. I right here don't take advantage,
you ever see me on an animal be sure to call me a savage.
Anyone ever tries to contact me, I be sure to answer,
I don't ignore cause, speaking what you think is faster,
anyone disrespect, I don't budge I think "silly bastard"
I avoid all pain, but if it comes to that I go ganster,
I'm so serious about life sometimes I go prankster,
Taking it all serious will wear you down quick,
I ain't never seen an asshole be slick,
I look cool even when I pick and flick,
I think about it alot, and I love my dick,
even though it's not huge and thick,
it will get the job done this week,
and the one after that, and after that,
Now don't get me wrong, I sometimes feel wack,
but then all I have to do is look at my nice sack,
when that don't work then I think it philosophically,
about the things that are and what I could be,
even though I have limits, seeing them sets me free,
I think how, even alone and poor, I'm still happy,
knowing that I have a foundation that's taken work,
and I don't come across to many people like my sorts,
although i'm the first to admit my fear of your perception of me,
I know that it's not your fault but me, and that's a muthafukin key.
try to keep my mental state away from murdah,
I don't like Micheal Jackson but still like thrillah,
When I eat, do it safely, at this moment rice noddle,
cause I know what it feels to have your face in the puddle,
I got dreams and the means to one day be in a NBA huddle
I respect life and life shows me the meaning, don't ride a saddle,
I been ridden on, abused. I right here don't take advantage,
you ever see me on an animal be sure to call me a savage.
Anyone ever tries to contact me, I be sure to answer,
I don't ignore cause, speaking what you think is faster,
anyone disrespect, I don't budge I think "silly bastard"
I avoid all pain, but if it comes to that I go ganster,
I'm so serious about life sometimes I go prankster,
Taking it all serious will wear you down quick,
I ain't never seen an asshole be slick,
I look cool even when I pick and flick,
I think about it alot, and I love my dick,
even though it's not huge and thick,
it will get the job done this week,
and the one after that, and after that,
Now don't get me wrong, I sometimes feel wack,
but then all I have to do is look at my nice sack,
when that don't work then I think it philosophically,
about the things that are and what I could be,
even though I have limits, seeing them sets me free,
I think how, even alone and poor, I'm still happy,
knowing that I have a foundation that's taken work,
and I don't come across to many people like my sorts,
although i'm the first to admit my fear of your perception of me,
I know that it's not your fault but me, and that's a muthafukin key.
Dirty Girl
TRIBE Member
heyOriginally posted by tEkKiD
yo step back from mic
you've been hogging it all night
Im the illest (sp?) bitch here
showing no fear
all you bastards best bow down
cause there's a new mc queen in town!!
you call that a rhyme chiptole ???
*pops a cap in tekkid's ass*