My Silent TeacherLowers his head when I put on the bridle, going the extra mile. Telling me what to do without speaking a word, we unite like a part of the herd. My guardian angel never lets me get hurt, finding a soft spot for me to land in the dirt. No matter what my instructor thinks of my ride, he always holding his head up high filled with happiness and pride. Grooming his coat until it glistens and shines, taking care of him as if he were mine. He never gets mad at me, no matter the error. Nor does he ever over react to my fears or terrors. Guiding me over fences, soaring with wings. My silent teacher shows me marvelous things, giving me gifts only magic could bring. My little warrior never taking a break, teaching me to ride as long as it takes.My Silent Teacher1 hour ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Forever FreeOf all the things I've ever seen,Forever Free2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of all the dreams I've ever dreamed,
The finest sight that's come to me,
Majestic horses wild beside the sea
They gallop across the trackless sand
In that remote, forgotten land,
And in their breakneck speed they are free
Beside the boundless, unchained sea.
They race towards the first light of day
And surge across a shallow bay
To feed at ease in grassy plains
With wind alone to groom their manes.
No barn or stable to call their home.
No one could govern where they roam.
They dance on the fenceless tracks
With no ones burden on their backs.
And each swift horse was nature's child
At home on land forever wild,
And each wild horse was meant to be
At home on land forever free.
The PromiseDearest master, this is my promise to you; I will do my job cheerfully, faithfully, and obediently. I will do all my duties and I will work till tired, I will use every ounce of my will power to do ask as you ask. I will try... try my very hardest as long as you won't be cruel or harsh to. Please never spur nor whip me and think of it as positive motivation, it hurts... Do not punish me if I fail to understand your wishes, but give me a chance to make sense of your world. I may never be able to hear your exact words, but I will always be able to sense your feelings. I will be there to comfort you when you are upset as long as you take out no anger on me. Dearest Master, as long as we can keep these promises to each other, I swear to you with all my heart that throughout my life, we will be the best of friends forever and ever.The Promise2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Beatbox's Rap Corner: Holiday/December PreviewBeatbox's Rap Corner: Holiday/December Preview15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Beatbox’s Rap Corner
Holiday Edition/December Preview
Hey, what’s up, y’all? It’s your boy, Beatbox here. Now, y’all thought my series was probably cancelled, am I right? Well, guess what? It ain’t! I’ve got a lot more stuff coming next year, so don’t you worry about me. But in case you’ve all forgotten about me, I’ll remind you guys with a little rapping. But I’m not alone here. Joining me today are some very special guests, ones that don’t show their faces too often, you know? First up here is the lovely lady from Life as a Princess. How you do, Yaleia?
Yaleia: What’s up?
I’ve got with me here the vulture from After Dusk here! What up, Dusk?
Dusk: Hey, Mr. Beatbox.
I’ve also got the ferocious shark from Ocean Monsters. Yo, Cyclone!
Cyclone: What up, Big B!
Then I’ve got the ice statue from Arctic Tower. Yo, Iceometric.
Iceometric: How’s it goin’, man
Lucky Number SixThe numberLucky Number Six21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
is more than just a
It's the way I have to
bites of food.
Take a sip of
water between each
and count to
Scrub my skin
Wash my hair
It's not just a number to me anymore.
Lying in the DirtWho cares bout this soul bout this lifeLying in the Dirt1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Scoundrels knife this life in a strife
minutes might dim this light witness
as im finished carrying weight on my shoulders
the wait with these boulders
dont fold over me giving you the cold shoulder
i'm just an iceberg due to sink things titanic
Eyes planted decide or be stranded
rides wont be handed if I manned through the struggle on this planet
hop on the grind or props to the blind
Dont stop at the sign of failure
fame comes with time so im here rockin taylors till I get major paper
Livin life on benches, Juan chases relentless
bleeding his soul out slowly
coverin his hemorrage
Spittin rapid fire equipped with sick extensions
with peace we can live to mention seconds
Where we love all men and women
But this life's destined to be full of depression
ya'd reckon a young adolescent would
have fond memories
I just learned lessons, where im heading isnt something promised in this world
even my brethren know
DemonsHave you ever hadDemons1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Such a burning sadness inside you
That it ate away at your soul
Made you raw
From the inside out
Until your eyes cried blood
Instead of tears
Has there even been
Such a sickening madness inside of you
That you wanted to rip
Your heart out
With your own bare hands
And squeeze the evil from pumping
Into your veins
Have you ever had
Such a passionate desire
To stab the life out
Of what's making you crazy
To destroy all the demons
You carry on your shoulders
But what happens when you realize
That there will be nothing left of you?
Will you stop
Or continue to fight
Until you destroy every last one
TempusTo time our world flowsTempus2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In rhythm, our clocks know
Many run not realizing now doubt
Everything will run with or without
On OhmI am thunder,On Ohm2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
grinding sky diamonds in the earth of my thighs.
I have lived forever,
suppressed and swelling, willing but caged by these
by a systemic contentment
yet never a prisoner.
We, I, have been waiting for you,
we, us, me,
look at me, hear my words.
Our tongues are brothers,
Our minds are of the same flight
gliding, golden backed
You always had father’s eyes.
You see the surface , the crust, her shallow layers
but I, we
see Sky’s constant wrapping
of silk curves
folding in on hues of amber
and fossil breathes
We see what could be, the beauty in himself that he
In this beauty, we are equal, brother.
We are finger-painted,
cut and pasted,
of the same
I'm SpeakingSome speak with cautionI'm Speaking3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Some speak with immediacy
For some it is their only escape
For others it is their nightmare
I am awkward with words
Always intimidated by those
Who can speak beautifully
Yet I am not afraid of poetry
I am frequent to freely express
I forget traditional forms
I speak in minimal
To express the overwhelming
I forget about rhythm
For the words are enough to create
A beat that others can follow
A beat they can relate to
I do not speak much
But I do not hesitate to express
I prepare for critics but I will not stop
For poetry is my escape
Playing Pretendim tired of tryingPlaying Pretend3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and playing pretend
Going through the motions
just waiting for the end
Everyday is a struggle
I laugh and i smile
but playing pretend is only fun
once in a while
I work and i sleep
not much else
and im just to scared
to reach out for help.
No shoulder to cry on
no one to give advice
they all have their own problems,
what gives me the right?
They called me a rich manA rich man, they said I was,They called me a rich man3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But no, I was poor.
They counted their bills and I counted mine,
And indeed, they had more.
But a rich man, they said I was,
And poor were they, they thought.
They weighed their gold and I weighed mine,
And more they had got.
But a rich man, they said I was.
Feeling nothing but jealousy,
They glanced at me with utter disgust.
I pretended not to see.
They each counted their money and gold,
They asked me for my count.
Now poor and penniless, I did not speak.
They decided, "A large amount."
When they asked why I was always so sad,
I said it was because
I'm poor and penniless, unsure what to do.
But a rich man, they said I was.
boys will be boysi was thirteen when my healthboys will be boys4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
teacher shrugged and said: "it
happens" in regards to rape.
he was a gym coach with a coffee
mug that read "world's best dad."
they gave me the one-in-three
statistic on a business card
during the half hour we talked about
sexual assault in class.
that number has become a top-heavy
fraction, though not top-heavy
the way boys like to hear of.
and i have learned that absolutely
no man will bend at the knees,
fold the way i have been told
to fold - for i have a flower
between my legs, and he has a snake.
i was taught to be lusted after
for my innocence, only to be tattooed
as guilty by a trial of my peers
in my high school lunch room.
my heart howls at the moon of knowing
i've had my phone number removed from
the contacts of those who loved me
before they dared to remove my rapist's.
the world may forever know me as impure
without looking at the hands of the boy
who touched me, without realizing that
they have dirt caked on their glasses.
and my war cries can
MusketsI'm the one they testin, I'm destined to draw my weapon check it,Muskets4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I ain't forgettin recommended exes on my checklist
Who tried to ride me like a Lexus
women mentioned from my setting
Descended from heaven, reminiscing on leggings
I'm expectin letter extensions when the wallets gettin pregnant
The curse we live through, not just me my dawgs, no Shitzus though we sinful
We skillful at production
Somethin since unproductive motherfuckas are flooding in, its disgustin'
his discussion and fussin' hits you hard, no concussion
Then mom comes cussin in conjunction with assumptions
Eruptin and frontin like there's no pumped up
Musket at the door, leave me crumpin' If I breathe expulsion
Easy bread and more from couplets but fuck it
Rather do this then be whipped and start from nothing
Nothing Is RandomNothing is RandomNothing Is Random4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’ve said it before,
I know that it’s true.
It is painfully apparent
in almost all that I do.
Nothing is Random.
Nothing is Random.
Nothing is Random.
We enjoyed those shows;
then they canned them.
We relax with our drugs;
so they banned them.
Nothing is Random.
They loved another god;
so we damned them.
Protocols are so inconvenient;
that we jammed them.
“You’re here to eradicate
not understand ’em!”
With little with which to win;
& little to win.
As justice begets justice;
also Sin begets Sin.
We just want what they’ve got
and their land…um
and their hearts
and their minds…
If that isn’t grandiose,
it is at least grand!
We fanned out into the sand then…
“Alpha-Zero Three is undermanned men…”
Convince us, that they need us,
to torment & command them.
Nothing is Random
Nothing is Random
The world wired like a bomb.
Say goodbye to dad and mum.
the battles we
War Song for MARDUKWar Song for MARDUKWar Song for MARDUK4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’ve sung this same song for so long,
a cruel game for the throng of such wrong.
When no shame came with your claim
that we were all once again sane and the same.
The thoughts I try to supply as I die
even though where I go they deny it is nigh,
are a reprieve for the naive and those who
fail to conceive the deceit they believe.
The good old days were much worse than this.
The poor still at war and the others are his.
When self-judgement fails and guilt is denied.
Justice for just us: The sly lie that you tried.
Tell me what it is like when they send you to hell
Remorse? Of course, we should go there as well…
For ever allowing you to do what you do
For not disemboweling you slowly in truth:
For persecuting the hated yet vindicated few:
and for ever tolerating the evil likes of you.
PainA malignant impulse scares my oversensitivityPain4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Inner tissue contorts and shivers
My palm is an ineffective tourniquet
As I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling
"It hurts it hurts it hurts!"
Is all that my mind knows,
I toss around and gasp so crossed
When smouldering wires
Form a highway through my muscles
Spreading overheated pain in my spine
And my skin makes me claustrophobic.
Throbbing fingers and nails search about
Scraping furniture and bed
I look left, I look right,
Nothing else here
But spasms and hurt
weird and proudI love darkness.weird and proud5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've got a blood lust,
But I ain't heartless.
I still laugh
At immature shit,
Like saying fart tits.
I don't care
if I'm an overgrown boy.
I'm thirty years old
And I still play with toys.
Some people say
I look like Charlie Manson.
I got mosh pit moves
Even when I'm just dancin'.
At the bar,
I won "most scary"
Dressed for Halloween.
But it was only street clothes,
Face paint and insanity's gleam.
I've scared families
Out of public places.
Man, you should've seen
The look on their faces.
I like to ride my bike
In the snow and rain.
Once, I rode at night
In a hurricane.
I joke about having sex
With a dead body.
She won't say no
If she's a headless hottie.
Playing 8-bit games
While I got Pink Floyd
Dancing through my brain.
I'm completely insane
And not ashamed to admit.
Fact is, I love being weird as shit.
bird feederI keep wishingbird feeder5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but there is no magic
I keep hoping
but there are no miracles
the more i scream
the more silent it is in others ears
ive built these wings
im am no closer to the sun
no closer to the stars
just a shell
hoping to be filled
with the love i gave
so long ago
to so many undeserving smiles
i let myself go
and i fear
i flew to close to the heavens once
now stuck grounded
without a caring touch
to take my hand
i struggle to break free
from this sand
wrapped around me
like the arms i long for
i am pulled under
while the waves crash upon my face
i am reminded of beuaty long forgotten
and left for the birds.
Maleficent Condescension: An Aching of Hearts IIMaleficent Condescension: An Aching of Hearts II5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Given unintentional right,
To be anything we desire the mirror's fantasy protagonist to be, Even if it's to cocoon as a butterfly into a disavowed post angelic mourning queen, Beautifully unidle are the apocalypse heart's rim born rain of tears daily crucifying her eyes on behalf of inhumanity, Who continues to terrify... Without the worthless tangible regret taste of shame, For all we tirelessly pursue is the golden origin source tree of... Unimpeachable silent awe inspired greed: Not life, this is a false altruistic bargain the shadows behind our antagonist mirror tell us, For it is a falsified roll of fate we desire to see.
In lieu of our participation in,
Seeking deadly weather