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24/30 Arose

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Que Interesante with tags , , , , , , , , , on 05/02/2015 by spikedaeley

When courage summoning feels like bled dry
and even evening’s cool kiss stings parasitic

when the static ominous of countdown
heartbeats lingers behind closed eyes

when hope is a dead language spoken
only by library ghosts and scratched vinyl

I multiply the space between broken teeth
by my empty, dive into my own natural disasters

and tape my glasses back together. No matter
how many times they swallow me whole I will

still know my own reflection in darkness. Still
smile through the gaps. Arose by any other name

is still ascended. Already lifted myself out of THEIR
nightmare. It’s ME they should be worried about.

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22/30 Olde Man Winter vs. Plague Doctors (it reads better in double-time)

Posted in Hip hop, NaPoWriMo, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 04/29/2015 by spikedaeley

Quoth the raven, nevermore
Nevertheless, I never sweat fresh killing floor
Remnants, ghost like a murder of crows
Evidence of the dark side of the force
Calculate how many daily pounds of flesh it takes
In an attempt to pay off the debt overlords
Is that really all they want from me now?
Open a sewed up vein and bleed out
Pour some on the floor for those that came before then
Pour a lil more for souls drawn and quartered
I know those wide lips ain’t really smiling
I know the look of an animal when it’s cornered
Scorched earth, yeah, got plenty of it, every
Fight or flight risk adds a penny to the bucket
Cauterize the scars and unturn the stomach
Pardon my bizarre outlook or confront it
No sweat off mine, so many so-called threats
Brain dead on arrive, cases like mine,
get scopes with red lights and FED types
who put fresh coins over eyes.

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13/30 Terminal Velocity (Lots of verses this year, can’t complain)

Posted in Hip hop, NaPoWriMo, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on 04/19/2015 by spikedaeley

Terminal velocity be the policy

Uncle ‘Cid and Molly, no apologies

If you follow me, you’re bound to get incepted.

Riddle with the Sphinx, wild out, leave him headless.

“See you at the crossroads”

where the lost souls go to talk shit and politic

holes full of holes and their bottomless.

Gas bottle rag match solace kit,

one day less till apocalypse,

better hope your god doesn’t not exist

Can the dark and light mix?

Can our avatars put this sabotage behind us?

Can we kill the violence with some science and some kindness ?

Can you spare some canned goods with cash in a vice grip?

I don’t really think so.

I don’t think these people really seeing other people.

50 years ago they wanted segregated gene pools

some still do, unbelievable

“I don’t think it means what you think…” inconceivable

as Mankind’s planetary raping spree. Now we full tilt

cup overflowing still, built to spill, wool quilt

over windows to the soul and it’s

such a great joke to the folks that’s controlling shit

I wish they wood like Groot, 5D time loop, split infinity

post traumatic symphony of imagery

trade the ecstasy for the agony and misery

I’m sure your social media is far more interesting.

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Philip K. Dickulous

Posted in Hip hop, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 05/27/2012 by spikedaeley

Found this crazy megaman beat and fell in love with it, so I wrote some funky doo wop to go along.   You can check the song out here and should also give some love to this guy louanzo since I’m writing to his beat without permission. I think it’s a nice thing to do.  Hopefully I record it before I go overseas.

Born with a mind that can’t take

Confinement in a minefield landscape

Damn dirty ape, feelin purty great

Beef jerky need flavor? Get pepper spray.

Blaze till the Fahrenheit crank into centigrade

Aim for the parasites, laced up leatherface

Bathe in the mechanized Blade Runner paradise

Savor the genocide, thangs aint’ never change

Fill a page like a war tend to fill a grave, stoked

Guillotine close shave on my pillow case

Pills for days, no trace of sobriety, Op

Ivy sick body, sick mind, denial G

“Caution is a word I can’t understand” like

False flag operations in Afghanistan

And why big brother got me live on a cam

Till I hide on the lam in an aluminum hat

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