The Burden Of Poets
#1
Posted 28 July 2006 - 07:08 PM
A Pen Writes,
From Left to Right, From Dawn to Night
The Burden Of a Poet blessed with 3rd-Eye Sight
Whom peers at Whats Left
Trying to set things Aright
Cos Fools need "Two Brains" to 'Think Twice'
About Green & ICe That make the warmth of a soul turn Cold
Souls, Gone, Sold, Will Truce Unfold?
Are we all strung like Puppets ?
& Life's Like Gepetto?
So when things go wrong do we go on to Blame the Devil?
Cos we're not done creating new eras in the making
Took a Brush with Greed & Lust Till Karma becomes the Painting
God gave us the palette, Some see a Rubik's Cube
Confusing Dudes, Lack Solutions to the World we Mentally Fued
So why do we write???
swimming round town thinking like we're already stars
and they say that money change you
but money dont change u
its just makes u more of what u already are....
Phonte - Little Brother (That Aint Love-Get Back)
#2
Posted 29 July 2006 - 08:14 AM
the collection of the most intelect is the abode of the dead
knowledge left untapped ideas never seen the light of day
while the sun shines i write~its more pleasant than a roll in the hay
#3
Posted 31 July 2006 - 11:45 AM
Sid Green said:
the collection of the most intelect is the abode of the dead
knowledge left untapped ideas never seen the light of day
while the sun shines i write~its more pleasant than a roll in the hay
maybe it's the topic~or i'm 2 dumb to understand
*fair_is_foul_n_Foul_fair*

believe me when i say i was born reciting
mom doing beatbox , they said she was humming
i was flowing they thought i was crying ..
i know u feeling it
#4
Posted 31 July 2006 - 06:40 PM
!P!E!A!C!E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1
#5
Posted 01 August 2006 - 07:32 AM
Extending His Blessing
#6
Posted 01 August 2006 - 12:11 PM
strapped with the wrongs of yesterday
to undo and pretell my children
yet to come,
not to lie on my grave and moan
on that day when I am gone
but to caress the pages of my mind
like it were an embrace of life
embedded in the womb of my thoughts
that began when the pen moved
from left to right
when I could not sleep at night
flip through, remember me as words
not soil.
#7
Posted 03 August 2006 - 03:48 PM
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the collection of the most intelect is the abode of the dead
knowledge left untapped ideas never seen the light of day
while the sun shines i write~its more pleasant than a roll in the hay
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strapped with the wrongs of yesterday
to undo and pretell my children
yet to come,
not to lie on my grave and moan
on that day when I am gone
but to caress the pages of my mind
like it were an embrace of life
embedded in the womb of my thoughts
that began when the pen moved
from left to right
when I could not sleep at night
flip through, remember me as words
not soil.
As For Mic Wizard If U dont understand, read the piece and follow up with these 2 beauties ....get da point now?!!!!
swimming round town thinking like we're already stars
and they say that money change you
but money dont change u
its just makes u more of what u already are....
Phonte - Little Brother (That Aint Love-Get Back)
#8
Posted 07 August 2006 - 09:37 AM
from left to right
my pen's ink is never blunt
from left to write
my wishes,dreams n hope abide
I write to exercise my rights
democracy...a fallacy?
I write to express my soul
not my fault when words
come out cold...
Nyc one Enigma!!
KIP DE FIRE 2 INSPIRE UR INNER DESIRE!!
#9
Posted 07 August 2006 - 01:11 PM
And all the feelings hidden when I vocally explain.
Even though the feeling exposed is not of absolute truth,
You have a picture of how the dome of thought might have fallen;
How it’s architecture might have been mastered;
Rather than gulping the glimpse of how it actually is.
Poets exaggerate.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Who doesn’t know?
But at least the small scar on my forehead is felt.
And your heart, when I'm bleeding, melts.
As I portray my thoughts like the river Nile,
You may think I ain’t focused.
Hahaha
I’m not loughing,
It’s just that I‘ve been dwelling all over
Down the bush and in the mist
I’ve been thirsty for knowledge that I couldn’t reach
In the desert, back into the forest until I reach sea
In realty and beyond where only my mind can see
That’s the reason why I write, I hope that you see
Nice Enigma.
#10
Posted 07 August 2006 - 02:01 PM
I write to discover poetic boats and flippers
that carry life across streams of thoughtful rivers...
rivers that breathe life into lifeless passages
bringing destruction to iterations of the brainwash prophesy
writing to teach that a black man's life is more than weed and hennesy
Jus enjoyed the whole flow and deepness attached to this thread's posts, props to all you people!
"The sky is not the limit, but your attitude is..." Prof David Block
-JeaH-
#11
Posted 08 August 2006 - 04:37 AM
Man, you know how to write..make mine look weak lol..
But fo real..ur poems always brings a smile of approval to my face
#12
Posted 09 August 2006 - 06:52 AM
Eish, been missing this forum.
All the Why i Write pieces were too ill, every1 shud express on here.
Thought this would be a gud place to land, to understand why i write before i write.
One!
i write to pour my heart out right
i write to free my mind
let it wonder into realms unknown
why i write is known by me alone
ive tried not to write at all
take the force of gravity off my pen
but the words bleed out with force and pressure
with a pencil write at work or leasure.
i breathe in with my ears
filter all that comes
id drown in my mind and heart if i
didnt breathe out through my hand.
http://www.myspace.c...eniouscreations
#13
Posted 09 August 2006 - 08:28 AM
liquid fire said:
didnt breathe out through my hand.
These two lines are beyond brilliant, they flow like LIQUID FIRE
#14
Posted 09 August 2006 - 08:41 AM
swiveling in my mind,desighned to keep me on my quest....
I exhale words, and feel freedom like uncaged birds,
Release Verbs from my mind uncomprehensive, unherd....
to please me....NOt You...
I write for me.
For this pen keeps me sane..... and Not You.
Nonsense I speak, it seems, to those who cant relate,
Who forget A Man's Poison, is another mans Cake
I may seem a fool mith my words, to your eyes....
But you forget all Great fools in history were WISE...
I write.......
#15
Posted 14 August 2006 - 07:28 PM
Let Me tell u why I write......
I Write B'cos..... :roll:
I'm trapped, in my head, But with this pen I find Freedom
Its an Exquisite feelin
Shackles of Frustation preventin from speakin
Its the only way i can Project these thoughts, glad or enraged
On days 'bottled emotions' tipped and spilled on a page
I write with a Thought that,... at least one soul would read
and follow my words, as this piece was meant to lead
Feed, Plead, "Please I wont write what u want"
"I'll write what u need"
To Free a curious soul as thy pen has freed thee.........1
swimming round town thinking like we're already stars
and they say that money change you
but money dont change u
its just makes u more of what u already are....
Phonte - Little Brother (That Aint Love-Get Back)
#16
Posted 15 August 2006 - 08:49 AM
CALLED ME BY NAME......
HERE'S A LI'L FREE-STYLE INSPIRED BY ALL YA'LL.
I WRITE.....
I write to bold the whispers in my soul,
To unfold the untold mysteries of my mind.
I clunch unto my pen to ink a betta day and
To paint stars on the pad of my night.
I write to right my and your wrongs.
To escape from or dwell into the going-ons.
My pen is my life-line, my anchor.
Without my pen i would stumble and fall.
But with it i stand firm and tall.
I write to answer to my call.
Pen, ink and pad, for u i was born!
#17 Guest_AddictiveSoul_*
Posted 15 August 2006 - 12:34 PM
Thanks for the headz up, Uncaged.
Good looks :wink:
MuchLove
#18
Posted 19 August 2006 - 06:34 PM
swimming round town thinking like we're already stars
and they say that money change you
but money dont change u
its just makes u more of what u already are....
Phonte - Little Brother (That Aint Love-Get Back)
#19
Posted 29 August 2006 - 11:21 AM
I write (right) to undo wrongs of the past,
to fight, ignite lite and
to give birth to songs that will last,
words I spell on paper to uncast spells
tell ancient and oncomin' tales,
leave spineless cowards like harmless puppies,
tails between their legs.
I write to remind my people that once upon a time we were kings
time has come to return to our trhown
pressssssss...Konference
#20
Posted 15 September 2006 - 03:28 PM
swimming round town thinking like we're already stars
and they say that money change you
but money dont change u
its just makes u more of what u already are....
Phonte - Little Brother (That Aint Love-Get Back)
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