the night was right infused with delight-ful churned words herbs never realize my dreams deferred gust of wind i remain talk a tive as laughter echoes through the air my hair in whisps wimps calling from behind there afraid to express themselves stacking inside their gifts muddled speech send me to cliffs where i jump with the ferrets or everyone from a bridge dive with the dolphins saved for the next of kin i'll never be dunce capped facing corners with my rejoinders answers for almost everything you havent been thru what i have this is for the brothers on lock and people who hate the cops seen perspective from a cop car window flickering lights now im in limbo yelling from the windows of my eyes tearducts swollen from the buildup never the imbucil studying triggometry i dont want to be stuck with skills i dont need i want to foster hope from my memories traveling or experiencing the enveloped adventure of life whatever comes to me i speak essentially and someone understands that i wreak or rheorical release fuck thinking when i can let my emotions permeate and soar aimlessly to the sirens blue and red that whisk by my bed at night leaving shadows of the real world
2. "every word has meaning keystyle #2" In response to Reply # 0
food coloring inked through my design stained colors covering every corner covered every topic like this 90's nothing left to say i let my engine teeter and risk the splinter centered on the division of my mind where a tiny spark creates an incision and replicates my immortal decisions i must bask like a christening to receive a cross on my head holy oils coiled with the curls and trickle down the rollarcoaster of my follicle im dialetical hovering in the same place to create new visions i am venting out my incubated nestled collisions and collages massaging the deep oils of my soul planting a seed of untold mysterious facades because noone really knows me i can escape through the cords of my words and seep to the tip of my indiferences i feel like poems are like doing hair light hearted and restless the agony of my poetic polygamy stemmed through the journey which is experience let off steam and huff and puff till it blows someone away with u
5. "RE: ain't lost a thing what you been up to tonka truck" In response to Reply # 2
big bad alpha female fighting with tooth and nail blowing hail mary halos from inside a red bone shell crippled my shield i just came to say hello i just came to say hello
inspired skills a nice feel caught me between the legs of her poem a black crow afro ninja suicide take me home a home me and my girl friend ride barefoot on tides of ice in your opinion what's nicer than two blue glaciers the size of erasers rapped in gold tones anita baker then one pink stone and four black diamonds or all blue or black i'm clueless why you micro waving a fist and diss our you piss then come out the closet i lost it the number to collateral damage i'm here just to eat popeye's spinach and release the vengence of world corruption flush the bullshit
freedom fighter te-te dangurus mines new world order
7. "RE: ain't lost a thing what you been up to tonka truck" In response to Reply # 5
nice piece *I likes
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
9. "RE: ain't lost a thing what you been up to tonka truck" In response to Reply # 7
trying to do my fathers will after he supplied me with the tools fools say it ain't what it is trying to break my faith my father will supply all my needs route 2 kill they called me a murderer so i will be come a murderer and kil them first
6. "RE: im back keystyle" In response to Reply # 0
"i want to foster hope from my memories" love this line pure sheeeezz baaack
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
8. "She's Baaaaaack ...." In response to Reply # 0
Good 2 C U and your swagga in da mixxx!
*Come Again*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
im back, str8 fire str8 crack behind the door slamms on latch fuck typos im as high as the cosmos and riggamaroe im past that dream cast my first wishes i cast that cold stack my iredescent images so i can offer unique visionaries form a huddle i am forced to carry these sentiments so sentimental asymetrical with the kolidescope that is life i feel high on the crackpipe to my sign aquarius like alicia keys or micheal jordan i really just keep on typin like a historian or a great scholar havent been in a current events mindstate since college i dont even watch the news i just create milage of polygamous marriage to all fforms o this shyt i speak to turn the clock ambiguous on first tick as it echoes from my hair to my sneakers to costa rica it bellows bestowed upon that inner spark light up the dark, genie from the bottle i gotta go in-ffull throttle this is our music this is what we do plead the fifth to how i entered this love undeniable formed from the hidden staple im releasing my inner child though keep ur inner child alive
"broken hearts develop a fear of flying"~keyshia cole
one must become like a child to inherit the kingdom i really don't write to much anymore tired of the thefts the smash and grabs i'm a legendary drifter catching crabs stuck in the bottom of a root beer barrel how i would ove to shoot a fill in the blanks
amist the dawn i laylow like a fawn creaming the crops of the farm carry on, through this dark oracle neo red or blue pill deep waters snorkel on what will and can be my flows so steadily on the front burner to bullshit like nat turner gerber life plan-save for college all i watch is vh1 soul all that glitters aint gold sayings are metaphors my meta4s are meta5s held a way to bee hives what gives i drive through life aimlessly making shyt move telepathy gotta move somethin like kweli
"broken hearts develop a fear of flying"~keyshia cole
16. "RE: im back keystyle" In response to Reply # 0
yo, I'm feelin ya keystyle flow & vocab even if I was in rehab, it ain't bad but an un~justified killin is sad just ask trayvon martin's folks too many broke niggaz take tokes y'all rhyme brothers need a few notes yet still too many wanna chill from '93 until and a poet, he's iLL when all is said and done yeah, I'm good son . .
across 110th street -xxx
they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY -Rakim
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