(clinic on depression part 3)

shit is real...look alive, sucka..even if you aint


i havent written since i sat and made my saddest decision
decided that id rather be givin my life up than goin at it with women
im showin maturation in prison, self inflicted this disciplined state that im kickin it in...
The corner with my pad and pen in a pensive, penitent position
imma limit this confession to the time it takes my tentative bitch self to take control and take hold of the smif n wessun and end this clinic on depression...


OJ. not guilty. thats how they found he
Bison Dele. dead. they pronounced he
chinese floodrains. all enough to drown trees
got bitches. soaking. wet enough to drown fish
silent scheme. sounds rich. throwing ben franklin on the townships
, like rain on a drought,
like faints on the couch
like paint on the mountains
lemonade concentrate on the fountains
spoonfuls of sunshine fly into mouths of the pouting
been dry for an hour and counting
hate more than the sourest saudi
one nation whose power is mounting
guerrillas are showered with bounty
priscilla phyllis diller presley
I’ll kill a dennis miller press team
I’ll fill a millimeter recklessly
and leave 8 for the rest of these
dreary lives I’ve yet to live
im a cat with no nap, yeah im restless kid
not tryin to impress with shit
just tryin my best to undress this chick
unless its thick, it aint my bitch
unless its shit, i aint swim in’t
upstream with a husky jacket on and trust me
i got hell in my luggage, cousin, i pack heat,
when its muggy
and im tryin to rise above it but u know that my back creaks
cuz i cant get from under it
plus you niggas know how summer gets
tempers flare and thunder hits the public pool while you was lovin it
unexpectedly
the sun jetsets and leaves
my stomach heckles me
it’s famine in its festive phase
a cancerous tropic of capricorn canada with debts and wages way below what ascetic sages meager as their needs may be
could live off of, pandemics rage and academics sway as to what solutions could cure this sickness, shit polluted lack of food and destitution death and military coupcoups, useless dudes in suits and no more Tutus...
so i reach for my weapon and do the same damn thing that you’d do....

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- Gunter Eich

beautiful.

how you do that?

hahahaaaa WOOOOO!


dope dope dope...

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>(clinic on depression part 3)
>
>shit is real...look alive, sucka..even if you aint
>
>
>i havent written since i sat and made my saddest decision
>decided that id rather be givin my life up than goin at it
>with women
>im showin maturation in prison, self inflicted this
>disciplined state that im kickin it in...
>The corner with my pad and pen in a pensive, penitent
>position
>imma limit this confession to the time it takes my tentative
>bitch self to take control and take hold of the smif n
>wessun and end this clinic on depression...
>
>
>OJ. not guilty. thats how they found he
>Bison Dele. dead. they pronounced he
>chinese floodrains. all enough to drown trees
>got bitches. soaking. wet enough to drown fish
>silent scheme. sounds rich. throwing ben franklin on the
>townships



>a cancerous tropic of capricorn canada with debts and wages
>way below what ascetic sages meager as their needs may be
>could live off of, pandemics rage and academics sway as to
>what solutions could cure this sickness, shit polluted lack
>of food and destitution death and military coupcoups,
>useless dudes in suits and no more Tutus...
>so i reach for my weapon and do the same damn thing that
>you’d do....


those were my favorite parts...i like when you write like this, just a single process of word without too much consideration to rhyme..the flow in the flesh of the piece didn't flow at all, the transition between rhymes was very abrupt and i think it took away the fluidity of the 1st and last stanza. it was also very repetitive....i felt the urge to stop reading simply becase of that. the content was interestin though and i dug it.

peace.

let's play ping pong ■

is tight!! nicely done!

>It's your hair if you have the receipt!

soaking. wet enough to drown fish
>silent scheme. sounds rich. throwing ben franklin on the
>townships
>, like rain on a drought,
>like faints on the couch
>like paint on the mountains
>lemonade concentrate on the fountains
>spoonfuls of sunshine fly into mouths of the pouting

my favorite lines above from a sea of tightness. Glad to see you get some well-deserved recognition.

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Something like Eldridge
Cleaver meets John Lennon

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Something like Eldridge
Cleaver meets John Lennon

yo everything about this was powerful...and intriguing

the title.. the concept... the words u used...woah! and especially the feeling behind those words

this was really awesome! I think they should anchor this... masterpeice indeed!


-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

lol I overuse my "emotional center"
peep my wack site and pic!http://hometown.aol.com/ezzsential/myhomepage/index.html

when my soul speaks:
when watchin VH1 soul and they play back to back videos that i like, when I'm intertwined with intimacy, goin' to a Jill Scott concert and gettin in the front row, recievin a drum stick from the drummer, gettin on the vip bus, love, when talib pulled me on stage, then I asked him "what sign are you"?
,Common tellin people to "love themselves" at his show, tellin ?uestlove
"listen to me flow" hehe, and he listened, when collaborating with people who write like me, findin a poetry spot for women!, bubble baths and rose petals, "100 ways why he loved me" as a christmas present, breakdancing and deejaying, expressin' my autonomy and femininity,
phycoanalysis...

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." Albert Einstein

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

lol I overuse my "emotional center"
peep my wack site and pic!http://hometown.aol.com/ezzsential/myhomepage/index.html

when my soul speaks:
when watchin VH1 soul and they play back to back videos that i like, when I'm intertwined with intimacy, goin' to a Jill Scott concert and gettin in the front row, recievin a drum stick from the drummer, gettin on the vip bus, love, when talib pulled me on stage, then I asked him "what sign are you"?
,Common tellin people to "love themselves" at his show, tellin ?uestlove
"listen to me flow" hehe, and he listened, when collaborating with people who write like me, findin a poetry spot for women!, bubble baths and rose petals, "100 ways why he loved me" as a christmas present, breakdancing and deejaying, expressin' my autonomy and femininity,
phycoanalysis...

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." Albert Einstein

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

I agree, this was a good read, but I didn't get any "feeling" from him, other than cold. Most of the pieces I've read from Uncle are cold with warm highlights of intensity. But this was a good piece, as his always are.




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_______closing remarks______

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran(...and *Z* seems to have learned this the hard way, which it seems is the only way to learn...)

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am

Damn that was like...that was like...wow

Snow_Flow

"Who say f*ck the major
labels...Who unsigned and
dead broke can still make
name before they even make a
demo"- Slug from Atmosphere

"Still say f*ck the major
label till it limps, put your
deal up on the table and
we'll show you who the pimp"-
MC Slug

"Songs are nameless, guns are
aimless, how long you been
famous..."- MC SLUG

Sometimes it's darkest just
before dawn.

Snow_Flow
That's Key Row G!

"I live in the city, like any other/We all live alone/ The only difference is we don't seem to know it/Frozen and lonesome,When it's cold/ In the summer gotta wait for the loathing" - P.O.S.

>i havent written since i sat and made my saddest decision
>decided that id rather be givin my life up than goin at it
>with women
>im showin maturation in prison, self inflicted this
>disciplined state that im kickin it in...
>The corner with my pad and pen in a pensive, penitent
>position
>imma limit this confession to the time it takes my tentative
>bitch self to take control and take hold of the smif n
>wessun and end this clinic on depression...

The question that comes to mind- and not at all meant in any offense but coming from a place of study, psychology that is -is, what did your mother do, or not do to give you such strong distaste for women? I can feel all the different sceens from the stories in your life, but I can't seem to sequence them, maybe you can help?


>I’ll fill a millimeter recklessly
>and leave 8 for the rest of these
>dreary lives I’ve yet to live
>im a cat with no nap,

nice lines

>not tryin to impress with shit
>just tryin my best to undress this chick
>unless its thick, it aint my bitch

um... how does this tie in with your hatred of women?


>plus you niggas know how summer gets
>tempers flare and thunder hits the public pool while you was
>lovin it
>unexpectedly
>the sun jetsets and leaves

those lines aren't very good at all...

>my stomach heckles me
>it’s famine in its festive phase
>a cancerous tropic of capricorn canada with debts and wages
>way below what ascetic sages meager as their needs may be
>could live off of, pandemics rage and academics sway as to
>what solutions could cure this sickness, shit polluted lack
>of food and destitution death and military coupcoups,
>useless dudes in suits and no more Tutus...
>so i reach for my weapon and do the same damn thing that
>you’d do....


nice, nice.... I liked "military coupcoups" LoL. This was a nice piece, not the best I've seen you post, but good none the less. *runs Uncle threw a metal detector to make sure he aint carrying no selfdistruction* Much love man.
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http://www.fillifoundation.com
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http://www.astrology.com
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_______closing remarks______

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran(...and *Z* seems to have learned this the hard way, which it seems is the only way to learn...)

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am