"I looked up" Sun Jul-16-06 02:29 PM by rubbersoulonice
I pour up Broadway in the early afternoon Trying to get home home or not home and I see you Lean out your window 12 floors above me Like a gargoyle smoking a cigarette and I think At that height anyone can be a lover Or a stone woman and I think Angels grow in your hair Voice sounds like cheap champagne Bubbling into me You, the architect Making this building live against the too-blue too-clean Sunday morning sky I trail on by Suspended above the scene you are pulling us all up there The building, the street, the metro It is the third day She is risen She exhales perfect rings
------------------------------ Something like Eldridge Cleaver meets John Lennon
1. "Mother Naked" In response to Reply # 0 Sun Jul-16-06 02:49 PM by rubbersoulonice
Mother naked I lay With the breeze passing over me The ceiling the white of forgotten messages Tunes drifting though the room could have been written for this moment Mother naked I know She's determined now Mercy will not pass the barrier of her teeth and Mother naked it's reeling and Mother naked I move to the window and look at the Bronx Veiled kingdom It's no longer her mercy that I need Just to know Grace hasn't died in her Mother naked I smile And look for messages on the ceiling ------------------------------ Something like Eldridge Cleaver meets John Lennon
It's been ok. I'm in a language institute right now so I'm not getting a lot of time to do anything other than study, but hopefully that'll ease off in a month.
------------------------------ Something like Eldridge Cleaver meets John Lennon
"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole, just a particular era that happened at the same time as I was actively checking actively for new music."
"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole, just a particular era that happened at the same time as I was actively checking actively for new music."
the way it flows seems almost effortless. Maybe the same of how i look at making up rhymes. But poetry is hard as hell for me. This was very clear, crisp, and detailed. Thanks for posting
>I pour up Broadway in the early afternoon >Trying to get home home or not home and I see you >Lean out your window 12 floors above me >Like a gargoyle smoking a cigarette and I think >At that height anyone can be a lover >Or a stone woman and I think >Angels grow in your hair >Voice sounds like cheap champagne >Bubbling into me >You, the architect >Making this building live against the too-blue too-clean >Sunday morning sky >I trail on by >Suspended above the scene you are pulling us all up there >The building, the street, the metro >It is the third day >She is risen >She exhales perfect rings > *jaw drops* gorgeous. u make me envy u the best compliment i can give. >Something like Eldridge >Cleaver meets John Lennon
13. "your username has always been intriguing to me" In response to Reply # 0
your words, just the same:
Like a gargoyle smoking a cigarette and I think At that height anyone can be a lover Or a stone woman and I think Angels grow in your hair Voice sounds like cheap champagne Bubbling into me You, the architect Making this building live against the too-blue too-clean Sunday morning sky
love the lines above... it'd be an understatement to tell you, you paint a great picture... Peace~