(((WORD / LIFE / WRITE!!!)))
(((Speak! Speak! Somebody Speak!)))

Throw a poem like Thor at the keyboard and see what sticks
An Ode to Poetry, with more Amazing Array's of word-tricks
Arrogance and Education help balance my Confidence
Topics dropped like announcements,
Poetry's been my love, way before 'ever since'
Innocence forfieted in a sense of getting lifted
been gifted with wordsmith abilities forever shape shiftin'
Spittin fire on the ledgendary lost train of Sanity
Sharing my poetry as She laughs!!!!! at Me (((Hysterically)))
She Winks,
I Holla!!
Shes gone...
BoxCar celebration sippin' champagne on the caboose,

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we travel thru words
like chillen playin wit toys
we spend dayzz n nights
makin fun wit pillow fights
sippin champagne
some spliffin
hell u might catch sum sniffin
whatever in spire ay tion
poets be travlin
in and out of majestic moments
makin fun wit words
sendin letters thru changes
till Boxcar boys find celebrations
ladies please stop the madness
these women in here makin niggaz
dreams live then there are those
alphabets that make love to the ear
dripped from the pen of pure queens
okayplayer is it by any means...

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
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www.poetology.com

We come here for refuge. for shelter.
some surgically split ribcages with lyrics of fury,
Others...
Let their emotions erupt outta chest cavities and onto keyboards,
onto papers,
onto other peoples lives.

We come here for rescue. Some of us need rescue from our own writing and some of us come here to extend a poetical ladder
trying to save our brethren
in need.
In need of a "nice drop, keep that shit up!"
in need of a release
to Focus, our Inkwell, InGeniously,
so that possibly someone else has an
Epiphany.

We do this for respect among the other buffalo that roam around here.
We do this to seperate,
and then adhere to
our peers.

But Most of All because we all
need
want
have
give
cherish
fight for
and lose

POETICAL LOVE

at some point.
________________________________________
"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys

>till Boxcar boys find celebrations

>dripped from the pen of pure queens
>okayplayer is it by any means...

This drop was hot Asiem, and good look on the shout out!

I write because
Evil is allergic to thought
It breeds off ignorance
So I let my ink on the page burn it
Spurn it
Return it
To
The Father Of The Lie
With it's tail in between it's legs
Screamin "Dat cat Ralph ain't playin"

I write because
My daddy used to
And all sons wanna be like their father
So I let my ink on the page remember
September
21, 1980
When my Heavenly Father
Gave me
To my Earthly father
To be his light
In Baltimore's darkness
No warm-ups ever needed
I always start hot
I'm still writin
Even after my daddy's heart stopped

I write because
I'm a black man with a black past
And all white people can't be hated
So I let my ink on the page speak
Greek
And Hebrew
Scriptues of love and forgiveness
It's way past time for us to move on
As my mind blesses me with new psalm
I see bright hopes all around us
But some see few
So I guess in the end, I write
Because you want me to

i write tears that strong men
are expected to hold back
the rage felt as a woman hits you
and self respect forbids you to hit back
the change in attitudes for the positive
because you want your world back
then you reflect on who you were when you lost it
and see that
she won't come back

you will it to happen
embodiment of cause and effect
universal law in you
minature replica of
the result of the Big Bang
now your head hangs
walking slowly in shame
feelin' lame as you drive
wrecklessly back down memory lane

trying not to go crazy as eye look back
that's why
i write the tears that a strong man is
expected to hold back

Shakeet and Azz, welcome...
You have now entered theSoulTrain,
Please take a seat and enjoy the ride.

Peace

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We chain letters together better than chain letters
Have you more religous that the chain on your sweater
Take the pain and change em into active endeavors
Hands in the air they shall remain forever



_______inkWELL-__________

Keep on, Keep Keepin On! Show em what you got and drop it in a poem!

Flows come steadily like heavy moving 'lava foam'
Mountainous molten spew of an overdue propa' poem
No real rhyme scheme for ya'll
just rhyming off the top of the dome... for the fun of things.
Imagination brings third EYEdeas peeking around corners
pokin'
jokein'
laughing at me with their sneers.

Lead Dive Write, Spit out Fast Tight,
Leaving mics lingering in vap-air
Quite nice is what we're like, drop outs of D.A.R.E
Poetic Pimpology
Masters of Rhymology,
serenading your psychology
with 'fragile-handle' care.
Dare to take the challenge of adding on to this Train
moments not to be forgotten no matter how damaged the brain
Drop the hot shit, FORE!!! leave it steamin' in the rain
After BXC leaves the freestyleboard, OKP will never be the same...

Keep Strivin'...Buildin'...Add On...

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Smoke stacks
Paint tracks
Cuz we
On OKP
Be ~Smokin'~
(((Tokin')))
From each others' spray
A poetic array
Of wicked wordplay
Peekin' & Pokin'
Thru tight fabrics
Of prose tapestry
Map history
Leads to precious buried treasures
Hidden in threads
For heads
Seekin' archived pleasures
Freestyle measures
Dispensed in boxcars
Have a seat
View sceneries
Watch us rock hottt bars
Get down & loose in da caboose
Sippin’ gin & joy juice
Champagne on the brain
Bubbles blowing insane
Thru steam powered sessions
Get on board
The “Friendship Train” chord
*~Harmonizing~*
In “Writer’s Block” lessons

Chooooo Chooooo -- ;)

Wow! Nice drop Photo!
Thanks for Jumpin'^ on!

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and i don't "feel" poetic today
my stories won't translate into
rhyming couplets for you to dissect
my breaths aren't puns for you to laugh at
i can only be myself
poetic every day
converting O 2 into bic's blue
ink spilling my life
on pages thirsting to tell its story

and i don't feel poetic today
when missing cheerleaders on vacay
can have media coverage 24 hours a day
but the media can't figure out why news in se dc is always bad
see they don't understand
poverty is what makes a bad story good
and doing something about it will make it even better

but i don't feel poetic today
when my ancestors are on street corners
peddling their poetry for loose change
trying to kick drug habits
hiding their illiteracy behind
break beats, and beat poetry
into the veins of a dying city
hoping that they'll catch the rhythm
of the cities heartbeat
in the palm of their hand
massaging it to life again and again

and i don't "feel" poetic today
when all i do is breath life poetry
and sketch it onto notepads for someone
to see where they came from

i just call myself a writer
because poetry isn't a feeling
it's a state of being
and all i can do
is be
.
.
.
myself

Hey D!
This was a real great piece, worthy of its own 'stand alone'.
But thank you for blessin this thread with its presence.

One.

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sorry if it didn't follow theme...it hit me while i was reading this thread and another...had to add it.

but thanks for the feedback

Oh, no theme needed here, i really liked the piece.
Blessed that you decided to post it over here instead of elsewhere.

Peace

damn del your shit is always polished and on point

never seen you with anything that wasnt publish worthy

but this i dug especially- the early lines were sick

how bout putting this up in its own thread and getting it into the archives

not that the rest of this thread aint good but as always del is in a league of her own

I'm glad you hopped on the train Del -- But like the rest of the crew, I'd ALSO like 2 C this on a thread of its own -- :)

And DO SOMETHING with it -- Like spit it in the mic, nahmean? -- It's too nice to just sit on the Net ...


*Really, Really Nice*

I hear ya ma. I enjoyed your drop too!

Gettin high on smoke streams from bad dreams
As we keep it movin back and forth on tracks
Left and right up and down like that D'Angelo track
Wishin he could keep it movin back to Voodoo Brown Sugar days
Got me in lost in the days in a daze smokin that Purple Haze
Smilin bout them easy Lays (chips that is) during that munchies phase
Still blazed still thinkin bout them good ole' days
Still lookin for an end to my Boxcar Boys Craze
But for now I'll sit in the caboose listening to Maze

PEACE!!!





~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Love at the lips was touch

As sweet as I could bear;

And once that seemed too much;

I lived on air - Robert Frost

>Gettin high on smoke streams from bad dreams
>As we keep it movin back and forth on tracks
>Left and right up and down like that D'Angelo track
>Wishin he could keep it movin back to Voodoo Brown Sugar days
>Got me in lost in the days in a daze smokin that Purple Haze
>Smilin bout them easy Lays (chips that is) during that
>munchies phase
>Still blazed still thinkin bout them good ole' days
>Still lookin for an end to my Boxcar Boys Craze
>But for now I'll sit in the caboose listening to Maze
>
>PEACE!!!

I said to myself, "Self, fuck it, just quote the whole damn thing!"
This was madd dope Bonita. Welcome aboard!

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much appreciated Mr. Focus ;)...


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Love at the lips was touch

As sweet as I could bear;

And once that seemed too much;

I lived on air - Robert Frost

-O- kick odes like ado
adds on posts to grow like telephone towers
communicational powers
spending hours pondering politickin continents
using common sense to conversate with confidence
all the citizens of United Mind State
-Consiousness-
we network like confrences
traveling like wack ballers convereses
drop more verses than a drunk pastor
cold as casper snow
plus my flow is as fat as that irish bastard -O-
prefix - first name - obnoxious
Wellz last deep like concious
BoxCar accomplice
Suffix - The end of this nonsense.

((Chooooo Chooooo!!))

Welcome aboard...
To one and All,
all and One,
BoxCar 'lounge around' has just begun
You are now upon a tour of peculiar poetic supremacy
Propagatin' flows steadily progressin' constantly...

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On this train of thougt, I'm the engineer
Been derailed by the sinister thoughts of the lack of fear
And I still hear
Voices in my head that said that the compensation is dead
For I'm fed... the kosher
You done lost motion and I'm on to the imagery
Cuz see, the nonlocomotion words more active then yours
Philosophy and phrenology
Cuz my mind is releasin energy
You say I have your ear, but I doubt your are listening
Even tho you are hearin me I feel you're just steerin me
In the wrong direction, turnin left at alberquerque
I write about that 2...

I'm the modern day rhapsode, desperado driven by calypticism
The emotions sheddin light's load, holed up what you catchin in em
I write with a pen, nestin and hatchin venom
I spit relentless love regardless of the heartless
Clubs... I'll write about that 2
When I'm old enough

See, poetry is the soul-food
Poetry is the descriptive piece without a discretioned lease of the
mood/
A facet in a diamond, a flaw sinnas findin
Many silhouettes wish to whet the net against the rock of ages
Cuz we capturin eternal knowledge but also problems in these pages

That, is why...

Poetry is eternal. A poem is a life force
to other wise dead paper. Poems are expression.
We express ways of paths and roads, twisting and obscured
or straight forward

mad cool drops everyone!

I'm loving this!
Wanna thank everyone for throwing in on the FUN!

archive... nuff said....


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
shrowded by trust
we made up in lust
what was loss
the last time
we didn't even try

the end of the story is
found in the glory of
the kingdom that came
from u and i

- Asiem

I second that.
A lot of hottness was dropped on this thread.

-'Yes Yes ya'll, and ya don't stop, a One Two yo, and ya don't...'


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traveling through the vision of the mind
with the words man has made to define
track the tiger through the jungle but don't
catch a mine

blow up the beat
hustle with the words at your feet
biting at you
inciting what's true
can't ignore the bright lights
going off in the corners of the room
pause look back at what the mind goes through
its a collection of the imagination
we have the finest thing laying down the tracks of its facinations....

purly in appreciation of what its investigatin'
tackin down a memory, random

Upon these tracks R laid wax worthy material
Food for thought imperial mental/brain breakfast cereal
left-overs for lunch, feasts for famished dinners
we be a buncha winners finishin' first as spinners
of wildstyle web poetry,
BoxCar flow-a-tree,
assembled in perfect sym/metry,
Holla atcho' BOY WHAAAT!!!!!

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trax unwind
as we d fine
righteous saviours
in need of time
waiting to be exhaled
thru the tempest taught
at our universities of higher
learnin be they
prison walls
or psyche wards
we find meaning in who we are
rage appears when
we hear tongues speakin bout
the kings anglish
our ebonic tongues
liffs confoo shun
from the mind
of walkin clones
from a past far gone
tryin to keep safe
the place we now shit in
dey escape the pain
once begun
at rivers edge
we find bodies hung
so we cross dah tracks
aint lookin back
for reparation
to brings us home
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
checkout these sites
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www.poetology.com