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Old 06-14-2018, 07:47 AM   #1
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"...Delusive Martyr..." (2004)




He swore to an oath, which is like a sword or a rope,
where Death was his bride and he was born to propose,
all for the hopes of meeting his master, heated in passion,
in evening’s he’d ration means for a blast to leave you in fragments,
his belief was in actions written in codes,
where he’d misinterpret what his master’s scripture proposed,
because whenever shrapnel rips through your bones,
or if you’re in a shack when a blasted missile explodes,
It was only a chapter of infinite poems,
where he consulted his faction to the kill you alone,
yet lonely & afterwards he’d kneel in his home,
and groan at the plasma that spilled on the stone,
Yet mourning was fast to be abbreviated, to peak his hatred,
and to speak of Pagans he’d look overseas while stating:

YOU'RE the great plague murmuring curses and,
Purchasing virgins to work with the perverts and,
If we die as martyrs while serving our purpose,
It was YOUR faith that murdered the murderers.

“I, Karim Al-Amin, find sustenance in this cause,
And as a servant, I’ve put my trust into this law,
I wish to display my hunger in this accord,
And I have no reservations to punish them for Allah”

And he decided to transport some items in Jansports,
With a smile, and his passport he walked out of the airport,
Onto enemy grounds where he’d get on a bus and,
Decide to take all of its civilians with him to judgment…



YOU'RE the great plague murmuring curses and,
Purchasing virgins to work with the perverts and,
If we die as martyrs while serving our purpose,
It was YOUR faith that murdered the murderers.
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Old 06-14-2018, 07:48 AM   #2
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"...Imagination: The Vegetables Parable..." (2004)


Imagine simplicity.

Intangible isn’t it?

And to imagine implicitly manages idiots.
Try to imagine if simply your passion was limited,
Like,
if you imagined infinity was captured in minutes,
would you rather those minutes be scattered like innards,
where time’s increments no longer matter within us?
In a manner that’s instant we can shatter the image,
that what we SEE is a lie and that reality’s in US!
It’s the data envisioned sleeping or actively diligent,
That’s a path to the village of equal status existence,
We’re all utopists,
But it’s sad we can’t imagine what isn’t us,
Like,
why’s love with one handicapped a radical venture?
It’s because our ego is a planet where we stand at the center,
And however clichéd,
We keep it on its axis, remember?
I couldn’t imagine if someone in my fam was dismembered,
But the military packages members of family members,
Not ashes but rather fragments of limbs,
Who just happened to be soldiers who weren’t blasted to embers,

Truthfully,
Imagination’s stifled because our passion is central,
Even imagination can’t be taken for granted, so listen…….

Imagine a legend who loved the psalm of Lennon,
YET used to “Imagine” all the people in Vietnam were devils.
This was an ideal he’d use while armed with weapons,
He imagined victims as animated, those who were harmed where sketches,
Colored in by a maroon hue,
He was part of a platoon who,
Imagined themselves as artists, yet their Renaissance was deadly,
One day he’d close his eyes,
The smell of napalm was heaven,
He imagined its gates, and crawling over fleshy mounds to enter,
Suddenly,

ENEMY FIRE!!!!

Their deployed bombs would sever,
His arms and dent in his gauzed cerebrum,
But this was different,
He’d survive being part of the Hades troops,
With an indention in his skull the size of a grapefruit,

Imagine that.

Imagine his cartoon characters spilling over the margins,
Who were the souls from the carcasses controlling his conscience,
The psych ward said his fascination isn’t credible,
Imagine being like him:

Now having the imagination of a vegetable…..
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Old 06-14-2018, 07:50 AM   #3
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"SMO Collab: Rubix Cupid" (2004)

5 vantage points splicing the hearts.

Feel.






ViS

i love you...spoken true but clasped to humor
the weeping silent - jealousy known as a bashful rumor
the tumor inside, just a rage i keep hushed...
hatred - a passion not yet conveyed in my touch
abhor the calm placed in the rush...a storm of tension
love making; "us" uttered to me is scorned in mention
"us" is a million breaths, a thousand faces...
it should be "me" and "you" that amounts the basis...
impounded; encased with the feeling of hate...
every dawn you leave - a new rage breeds in your wake
tears, they're all fake...the crocodile type...
the snap of my heart will only stop when i write...
tight rip of flesh, thorns remind me what i must do...
only once a year do i really mean it - i love you

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shoulda seen this 19 years ago...... the eventual
cutting of the placenta, the invisible mirrors quotes
you’re just like her they chant, so why do i run so
i was g.i. joe, father figure in a no fun zone
punished for self, love became a ball and chain
different in a black family, forced to walk a wall of shame
picking these scabs, these incisions just wont heal
you beat me cuz you loved me, the visions of pink frill
never pierced my cumulus, your reign just kept me clouded
your striking presence mounted on my conscious,
drowned with it, love will never hit me the same again
and even though i remember, I cant seem to break the friend-ship
between nostalgia....so ill throw hope over board
and watch it float with Hades smorgasbord
death is not certain,........no matter what you say
cuz even though were tired, i carry patches to frame
our patchwork existence...
i want no part of you, not even the quilt you built from the past
you’re a dreadful poison, delivering milk in a mask
so keep your antidote, ill die before i utter i love you so
again, sorry no more mother and son something’s gotta give

RIKOSHAY A.K.A. Peru

We both agreed to be open and plain like meadow landscapes.
Agreed upon "No strings attached" with Gipetto handshakes.
A stitch in time saves nine.
Anchorless threads sewn strand eight.
I knew better.
I knew the moment she first stepped towards me.
Stilettos translate even when the steps don't land straight.
Loud and clear, they said "Go, sans ache!".
I didn’t listen but, I can still hear each exposed chance quake.
Meanwhile, in my heart, I feel the echoes plant stakes.
I knew better.
Knew I would bleed but I kept no band aids.
As her lips formed the words I saw a red rose branch break.
Dead romance takes no prisoners.
Now I wait for the day regret's slow dance fades.
I know it won't.
Instead hope and faith regroup with blueprints.
A retro-mandate...yet those plans wait.
Nostalgia won't let go.
Can't shake my headstone trance state.

H.Notik

As gusts of wind blow sin's through the gaps in my morals
I hold a halo over the head of a wingless angel to make her grovel
Mistake this quarrel if you like, misinterpret my insanity
My pride has corroded – the acid rain eats at my tin vanity
Common sense has rot into a rusty collection of drivel
Everyday my love fizzles as a cold heart shrivels into pixels
Emitting artificial affection to a collection of close beings
At night I speak words of delight but inside my throat’s bleeding
A devote seedling grew into this bitter stem of resentment
My existence is free but I live like my mind serves a sentence
Trapped inside bars of ancestral expectation - I hate pressure
I was attacked by divinity - now I’m carried to hell on fate's stretcher
In a place of cold evil I hold a lighter up and thaw the frozen wrath
If I had the strength I would walk the length of the unchosen path
I'm so reclusive in this secure colony where the masses settle
Perhaps the road of thorns tears its way towards the petals..
But fuck it - I’ll leap face first into the nettles right now
So me and the other bitter beings can cry when the light's out
So blow a piteous breath towards the candle and laugh at this sinner
"You've had my soul for breakfast so here... have my heart for dinner... "

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Admist of the dawn, my breath was given a pause…
Where your image was torn with spirit’s centrifugal force…
Where liquor’s the whore fucking your liver on corners…
Where you’d, pillage the morning with a sickle adorned…
I’m finicky more than ever, severed from the instances your…
Idioms bored my sustenance to trust within spiritual norms…
Remember at the pool?!? when I deemed to talk to my outer…
being, while my body schemed to walk to the bottom…
Maaan, that was one of many eves I thought about drowning…
With deadened dreams,
I can’t help to be what was taught from my grounding…
All for naught,
all for sounding as if we bought a renovation…
Of this fort that was bombed and headquarters left adjacent…
Let me set it straight that I was at the stake and penetrated…
Forsaken, my flesh was drained for the sake of reparations…
C’mon pops! I meditated for senseless ages…
Sending pages sent from sages,
Spending days to collect to pay this debt from prayers…
What I meant to say was, I don’t hate you,
I would just hate to be like you used to be,
Where my sanity was smothered & mother’s ribs were bruised by feet…

This is the truth,
from me,

to you,
come see…

The abomination embalming nations in his puke to speak…of love.
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Blunt Lyric week.of August 2003 ft Rikoshay

As I may have mentioned before,
tAhe pad reveals a battlefield and my pen is a sword.
A single blade I swing away without lament or remorse.
Letters lend their support,
boldly venturing forth with no hesitation to create the words I send into war.
As the first sentence is born I put a vent in your forehead allowing your mental to soar.
The potential for gore grows exponentially more as I enter and forge
my way front and center through scores of henchmen galore.
I leave arteries unattached.
None can match my fully rendered rapport with the written word.
I quickly purge supposedly menacing hordes.
I have a penchant for chords.
Diamond hewn rhymes imbue my unconventional form
with vital truth combined with brutal and replenishing force.
Time will prove all my maneuvers to be the indefensible sort.
You weren't meant to retort.
I cause men to resort to evasive tactics, racing backwards on a tentative course.
I'm relentless when bored.
I'll hunt a friend just for sport.
Give no leeway.
The only way for the pain to end is abort.

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The celestial's torn, ripping through space with a gifted array,
in other words, I'm mincing your face
of eternity with stars as bullets, armed to pull it,
filling up Space to leave infinity sprayed...
Wisdom decays picking up paces
when the sediment’s stripped from the same
fallible idols professing militant reign...
See, my ink drips from a vein linked to my brain,
so if I think of sickles parting fickle hearts real plasma’s spilled in conveyance....
I’m pillaging raves in villages saved
from ignorance named Enigma who’s vain sickness encased
was an epidemic released when you give him a break
to incite a system iron fisted spawning the most nihilistic of wakes...
Aligned with Rika we’ve made
lords into examples then we’re given preambles amidst of the shambles,
to cease killing to waste time simply to grate
bones of competitors under our toes till the flesh is left in the thickest of paste...
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