Free-Thought Creative: Poems and Rhymes about ANYTHING...

Anyway, do you know a dude who rhymes named War-cloud, formally known as Holocaust? You two have similar rhyme patterns, the shit's off the hook.

Yeah, that guy has some serious talent. It's a shame the production behind his work has much to be desired.

Thank you for your feedback. I really appreciate it.
 
I'm proud to say my bout with time amounts to my doubts/
Yet I scar on the inner like Amy Winehouse...inside out/
Get me? My mind is in clouds but fully grounded/
I renounced that I was taught in youth even though I couldn't sound it/
So now I'm openly poetic. Jokingly prophetic/
Coping with my head is as hard as smoking leaves of lettuce/
If I don't make sense, just go with the flow. Absorb it/
I talk with assurance. An author you can walk with/
Clean your optical eye lens for dreams of tropical islands/
Reach for mod cons and science. Odds on you'll try them/
I come off as abstract but beneath my ebb and flow are gems of hope/
My strength to cope is entangled in the fact I'm a pensive bloke/
 
Wargasm


An explosion roars
Mocking thunder as it momentarily illuminates the night sky
sending debris flying skyward
some of which used to breath
used to
Down in the trench
Cannon fodder tend to their wounds
some have developed scars no doctor can heal
they will carry their blood stains forever
They wait to bury the remains of what used to be their friends
used to
the uninjured fare little better
their ears are filled with the sound of their own guns
and the rantings of their "superiors"
"Kill them! They are our enemy.
Just because you've never met them, doesn't mean you shouldn't hate them"
Man used to be innocent
used to
the god of war is an angry beast
whose hunger can't be quenched
the men pay homage to his lust
while dying in the trench
War creates many "used to be's"
"what might have beens" and "what may's"
and after the battle has been fought
the trenches make handy graves

Noble
 
Yeah, that guy has some serious talent. It's a shame the production behind his work has much to be desired.

Thank you for your feedback. I really appreciate it.

Anytime Butcher...:yes: Oh, and about War-cloud, I definitely agree. I personally think he should go the way of Canibus and get with Enemy of Mankind's production team...I love me some Jedi Mind Tricks...:yes:
 
Lol Bush- there's still plenty of time for Love but I like what Ons has going on in here! :yes:

I would drop something in the Love thread but I'd have to be real abstract to conjure up those feelings at the present moment...
 
I would drop something in the Love thread but I'd have to be real abstract to conjure up those feelings at the present moment...

Lolz. I hear you Ons. If its time its time, if not let it pass over till the morning comes as Anthony Hamilton sings.

What you have here is great Ons. :)
 
Happy

Let's talk about what make a person happy
Can't speak for you so i will speak for me
My baseline for being happy begins
Just waking up alive each day
Is my basic criteria to being happy in every way

Some curse and accuse life of being unfair
Me i am just glad that i got a chance to be here
Do you look for happiness inside a person's pants
That is an example of looking for your wants
Focus instead of your real needs
Even great sex can not make a relationship succeed

It is not to be be found either with money or fame
Ask Britney or Michael whether they can say the same
Money and fame can give you material stuff
Alone in your big house it is just useless fluff
Yes you may be debt free
But without true friends you will always be lonely

Being bitter and blaming every partner you have had
Of using you and making you feel bad
Take the lesson no matter how hard it is
Separate the good from the bad and be positive
Accepting and knowing that there is always some strife
These things good and bad are all a part of life

For me I learned a long time ago
Being happy is about knowing when to let go
No matter how hard or how rough things may get
Accepting that you can be happy is your best bet
To achieve enlightenment you do not need drugs
Only freely given love with plenty of hugs and
To be really and truly blessed in these times
Sit down and acquaint yourself with a few of my rhymes :lol:

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I put this in Andey's thread because it reminded me of rhyme I wrote and the event itself. I just wanted to post it so it didn't go in vain...

I went through a lot
Been through a lot
Not drug addiction or war - but I seen my mans get shot
On the block - the clock of life starts tickin'
When times get hard - I saw my brotha's trigger finger start itchin'
It's hard pitchin' that rock - whether it be crack or rubber
Or Jesus Christ and GOD praying with your dying brother
Seein' his soul flutter by- his last breath smothered, why?
Like a hot knife cuttin' with ease - through life's butter pie
See tears streamin' down my mother's eyes
Watchin' his father cry - But I know above the Lord hover's high
Grew up with Cuzzy since I was 5
'Til I was 16 - then I watched my brotha die
I wondered why - I couldn't say goodbye
With no reply - had to resist the pain I felt
Heart twisted - sorrow's warmth made my heart melt
But we all got to take the hand that we're dealt
No matter how fucked up it all seems
This hard life is no dream - no hoping
More like a nightmare we can't wake up from - no coping
A shimmer of light - best friend taken away in the night
I fight - with bouts of this loss - with my own plight
It ignites - a fire with in me that burns strong
But all I can do is deal wit it - I wish it were different
In the end - this rhyme is the only remnant to spit wit it
 
Tell me do you know what it is like to be abused
Twisted painfully discarded like a useless toy
Can you even look people in the eye
Knowing they see the pain in you
Blaming you for what happened
Even when you yourself do not know why
Tell me how do you release the hate
For the abuser who has fucked with your fate
Abuse is physical, financial, mental and emotional
So many damned ways to be fucked with
In this cruel world it is easy to turn your back
Deal with only pain and never cut yourself any slack
In a world where people only cast blame
Leaving you to wallow in shame
But fuck that i will hold my head high
Anyone got a problem they can come and tell this ass why
I should hide my pain and lower my eyes
Look me int the face and tell me why
You would seek to torment your fellow man
Tell me to my face so i can try to understand
Show me your character I am listening with my ears open wide
Is it because you have tales of an abuser yourself holding inside.
 
Tell me do you know what it is like to be abused
Twisted painfully discarded like a useless toy
Can you even look people in the eye
Knowing they see the pain in you
Blaming you for what happened
Even when you yourself do not know why
Tell me how do you release the hate
For the abuser who has fucked with your fate
Abuse is physical, financial, mental and emotional
So many damned ways to be fucked with
In this cruel world it is easy to turn your back
Deal with only pain and never cut yourself any slack
In a world where people only cast blame
Leaving you to wallow in shame
But fuck that i will hold my head high
Anyone got a problem they can come and tell this ass why
I should hide my pain and lower my eyes
Look me int the face and tell me why
You would seek to torment your fellow man
Tell me to my face so i can try to understand
Show me your character I am listening with my ears open wide
Is it because you have tales of an abuser yourself holding inside.

Deep Alex. You are putting in some serious work in this thread.
 
This comes from a place I was at a long while ago....

For you brotha Swat....

I'm sittin' in the botanicals tryin' to think,
Of why I'm comin' home to go back to school,
Doctors and teachers say I need a shrink
Tell me am I on insanity's brink?,
People say I need to throw in the towel,
Fuck it - I all ready threw in the kitchen sink

I swear I'm serious,
You think I'm lying?,
I'm tryin' to figure out this shit,
But I'm on a park bench sobbin' and cryin'
Contemplatin' dyin',
Fuck it I'm depressed,
Over school work, work, and these women,
Fuck it - I guess my ass is stressed

Supressed is the way I feel about my feelings,
I just feel like killin',
Any bastard who wants to raise this temper to the ceilin'

I'm healing,
Piece-milling myself,
Hoping I can cope,
But copacetically my ass just feels like being drugged up on dope

I think like Eminem but I ain't white,
I feel like Phil Collins' song "In the Air of the Night
Describes my plight

I can't sleep without tossin' and turnin'
In my dreams I have a happy ending but it ends up burnin'
Churnin' my head, Slip out the bed onto the floor
Carpet is wet because sweat streams from my pours
Body achin' and sore,
I want this daymare to finish
But my pain in my life won't go away
Please just diminish
 
I was kinda nervous about putting this up. . . but I hope you guys enjoy.


Happiness


I need something to sustain me,
To hold me back from what is true,
Something to make me unaware of what is real,
Something to bring me false pleasure.

I am wanting the type of happiness that will not penetrate the depths of my soul,
The type of happiness that will not have me glowing from outside to within,
I want shallow happiness,
The type of happiness that lasts mere moments,
Not even long enough to create a memory,
I am looking for the type of happiness that is temporary.

I need something that will not embody God’s grace,
Something that will not be miraculous,
I am just looking for something to help me get by,
A façade, that does not leave one to wonder,
That does not lead one to dream of making something more of,
This flash of blankness,
This second in time, that one may have déjà vu of. . ..
But never really remember.

I want something so meaningless,
Something unworthy of mention,
Something to lead me to believe that I am empty,
That I have no perception,
That I am cold. . . .​
 
This comes from a place I was at a long while ago....

For you brotha Swat....

I'm sittin' in the botanicals tryin' to think,
Of why I'm comin' home to go back to school,
Doctors and teachers say I need a shrink
Tell me am I on insanity's brink?,
People say I need to throw in the towel,
Fuck it - I all ready threw in the kitchen sink

I swear I'm serious,
You think I'm lying?,
I'm tryin' to figure out this shit,
But I'm on a park bench sobbin' and cryin'
Contemplatin' dyin',
Fuck it I'm depressed,
Over school work, work, and these women,
Fuck it - I guess my ass is stressed

Supressed is the way I feel about my feelings,
I just feel like killin',
Any bastard who wants to raise this temper to the ceilin'

I'm healing,
Piece-milling myself,
Hoping I can cope,
But copacetically my ass just feels like being drugged up on dope

I think like Eminem but I ain't white,
I feel like Phil Collins' song "In the Air of the Night
Describes my plight

I can't sleep without tossin' and turnin'
In my dreams I have a happy ending but it ends up burnin'
Churnin' my head, Slip out the bed onto the floor
Carpet is wet because sweat streams from my pours
Body achin' and sore,
I want this daymare to finish
But my pain in my life won't go away
Please just diminish

ONS -
That was amazing. . . . Man I feel like that sometimes. . .
You captured your emotions so beautifully. . .
 
This comes from a place I was at a long while ago....

For you brotha Swat....

I'm sittin' in the botanicals tryin' to think,
Of why I'm comin' home to go back to school,
Doctors and teachers say I need a shrink
Tell me am I on insanity's brink?,
People say I need to throw in the towel,
Fuck it - I all ready threw in the kitchen sink

I swear I'm serious,
You think I'm lying?,
I'm tryin' to figure out this shit,
But I'm on a park bench sobbin' and cryin'
Contemplatin' dyin',
Fuck it I'm depressed,
Over school work, work, and these women,
Fuck it - I guess my ass is stressed

Supressed is the way I feel about my feelings,
I just feel like killin',
Any bastard who wants to raise this temper to the ceilin'

I'm healing,
Piece-milling myself,
Hoping I can cope,
But copacetically my ass just feels like being drugged up on dope

I think like Eminem but I ain't white,
I feel like Phil Collins' song "In the Air of the Night
Describes my plight

I can't sleep without tossin' and turnin'
In my dreams I have a happy ending but it ends up burnin'
Churnin' my head, Slip out the bed onto the floor
Carpet is wet because sweat streams from my pours
Body achin' and sore,
I want this daymare to finish
But my pain in my life won't go away
Please just diminish

Ons :yes: I love this vibe right here. Raw and real. Thank you.
 
I was kinda nervous about putting this up. . . but I hope you guys enjoy.


Happiness


I need something to sustain me,
To hold me back from what is true,
Something to make me unaware of what is real,
Something to bring me false pleasure.

I am wanting the type of happiness that will not penetrate the depths of my soul,
The type of happiness that will not have me glowing from outside to within,
I want shallow happiness,
The type of happiness that lasts mere moments,
Not even long enough to create a memory,
I am looking for the type of happiness that is temporary.

I need something that will not embody God’s grace,
Something that will not be miraculous,
I am just looking for something to help me get by,
A façade, that does not leave one to wonder,
That does not lead one to dream of making something more of,
This flash of blankness,
This second in time, that one may have déjà vu of. . ..
But never really remember.

I want something so meaningless,
Something unworthy of mention,
Something to lead me to believe that I am empty,
That I have no perception,
That I am cold. . . .​

Beautiful Chi, just beautiful...

I've had this feeling as well :)
 
This comes from a place I was at a long while ago....

For you brotha Swat....

I'm sittin' in the botanicals tryin' to think,
Of why I'm comin' home to go back to school,
Doctors and teachers say I need a shrink
Tell me am I on insanity's brink?,
People say I need to throw in the towel,
Fuck it - I all ready threw in the kitchen sink

I swear I'm serious,
You think I'm lying?,
I'm tryin' to figure out this shit,
But I'm on a park bench sobbin' and cryin'
Contemplatin' dyin',
Fuck it I'm depressed,
Over school work, work, and these women,
Fuck it - I guess my ass is stressed

Supressed is the way I feel about my feelings,
I just feel like killin',
Any bastard who wants to raise this temper to the ceilin'

I'm healing,
Piece-milling myself,
Hoping I can cope,
But copacetically my ass just feels like being drugged up on dope

I think like Eminem but I ain't white,
I feel like Phil Collins' song "In the Air of the Night
Describes my plight

I can't sleep without tossin' and turnin'
In my dreams I have a happy ending but it ends up burnin'
Churnin' my head, Slip out the bed onto the floor
Carpet is wet because sweat streams from my pours
Body achin' and sore,
I want this daymare to finish
But my pain in my life won't go away
Please just diminish

You know that I am happy that it is finally passing
 
True Story

He said...
No, he didn't say. It was a gloat.
He threatened to slit my mother's throat.
Said it would be worth ten years in jail.
My mum told me. I went pale.
I'm across an ocean and these emotions from him daring to share an act of such sickening bravado to my own mother cripples me.
His daring simplicity.
He said he would get his son to beat my mother, black and blue.
I cracked.
This isn't a statement.
This is hatred.
"He was drunk" she told me.
"I don't care," I said...coldly.
Now I'm left to assume he won't.
He's a plane flight away. I'll be there soon.
I'll pay a visit.
Whether it'll illicit a vindictive shift in gears, I don't know.
Why?
Because she said he'd said it before.
Many times.
I'm left, jaw agape, raw for the sake of this maggot.
It would be tragic to simply say "What if?" and wait.
I'm bludgeoned with options.
 
Mag seriously killed it with that last one...:yes:

Just wanted to ^^^^bump this for Dux and others who aren't participating in the battles but wanted to lay down some rhymes or their own poetic license of creativity...

I'll be back...
 
dude don't play with me like that. I saw poems, didn't read the title completely, walked in, scrolled down and saw Izzy's old sig. got excited then a voice said "check the dat moron.


:cool: Thanks for getting me exicited over nothing
 
True Story

He said...
No, he didn't say. It was a gloat.
He threatened to slit my mother's throat.
Said it would be worth ten years in jail.
My mum told me. I went pale.
I'm across an ocean and these emotions from him daring to share an act of such sickening bravado to my own mother cripples me.
His daring simplicity.
He said he would get his son to beat my mother, black and blue.
I cracked.
This isn't a statement.
This is hatred.
"He was drunk" she told me.
"I don't care," I said...coldly.
Now I'm left to assume he won't.
He's a plane flight away. I'll be there soon.
I'll pay a visit.
Whether it'll illicit a vindictive shift in gears, I don't know.
Why?
Because she said he'd said it before.
Many times.
I'm left, jaw agape, raw for the sake of this maggot.
It would be tragic to simply say "What if?" and wait.
I'm bludgeoned with options.



WOW......I missed this the first time round. Powerful.....



Peace
 
Sorry it's so long...

On the day he opened his mind she opened a vein...
Back track to the beginning.
It was his inning. With limp correct he checked through the club.
Hubbub. Humdrum...dumb fun.
There she was.
Strobe lights catered to vision and stuttered ten of her.
Heaven's words tumble through his mind.
She was an angel, tamed through dance...
But she didn't grind. Didn't shake it. Didn't grab at dick potential in sequential patterns nodding towards the future where she'll "Hold it down, daddy."
She moved, gladly.
Paid homage to the rhythm.
He approached, throat parched.
She was an angel, haloed by a shaft of halo.
"Hey...yo..."
She stopped.
He stopped.
Much to his surprise, she thrust her lips and shut her eyes.
She landed butterfly whispers on his soul.
A second ago she was unknown. Now...his everything.
Fast forward with me...
Dating now.
She'd state that, somehow, poetry touched her.
He rushed her...pushing for her pushing.
X rated.
Never vexed...never hated.
She would tell him of Buddhism, blues rhythms, new fiction, food, living.
He'd talk of nude licking, booze, chicken, crude dicking, two women.
For him she still echoed womanhood in Eden but oven stuck to scheming.
Told her...
"You're dreaming."
She only smiled.
Handed him the miles and miles she'd come in anecdotes, painful tales.
Painted nails.
Heaving bossom.
Can you believe this woman? Perfect in her journey.
There was more to her than whorish punchlines.
And sometimes...
She just wanted him to listen.
Her prison was her past.
Hard times formed scar lines on her persona but his yearn to hold her was folded in dreams of fumbling through panties for fantasies granted.
Fast forward somewhat...
She slept.
He crept.
Opened her purse and pursued her secret treasure that wasn't betwixt her thighs.
To his surprise there it lay.
The Journal.
He read as she slumbered. He thumbed through dumbfounded.
She slept.
He...wept.
And understood. He tasted the bittersweet essence of her angel wings.
She was caged within.
She awoke.
Choked, he cradled her and uttered sorries that roared like Zeus' heartbreak.
She calmed.
"Take it. Read it. You need it."
With that she stood, smiled and kissed his lips, gripped his hips and whispered it..."
"You'll see why I never could."
She turned...left.
He didn't go after. Felt the cold draft of the door shut.
She never slammed, this gentile queen.
Next day. Phone ringing.
The news rang louder.
Open minded, he flung open doors, ran to open ground.
Open mouthed, he opened his soul. She'd left an open hole.
Open casket.
He didn't even hope to mask it. Grief.
He propped the journal on the reef.
And left...
In love and and understanding.

WOW!! I was riveted all the way to the end. Masterful storytelling. Heartbreakingly beautifu! Awesome Drop!
 
Sweet Heroin My Lover

Killing me softly her embrace deceives me
The nigh time promise of her eyes so beguiling
It's like a dream never ending as I'm steadily mainlining
Drug coursing through my veins like a molten lava sea

Prostituting myself to pay her price
For a feeling that's so very nice
Tranquility sweetly assured
And carefully measured
Can you even surmise
My O'beloved vice

Shooting up, tracks of her love tattoo my flesh
Wrapped up in the barbed wired sweet mesh
Juddering in her embrace I vibrantly thresh
Stinking and no longer smelling too fresh

Cold turkey for breakfast
Thirst I seek to quench
Belly muscles clench
As to the bitter last
She holds me fast

I'm willingly swimming her freezing river
She loving me so warmly and tenderly
Drinking my dying soul so deeply
As my life I eagerly lose to her
O heroin my sweet lover

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Lone Wolf Star

Dredged up undertow
Dragging me to my doom
Stinging lacerations informing my graven flow

Ochre stained raiment
Burial mounds of internment
This lie you tell increases my torment
Hating my love because you see me as being different

Musical chairs I play atrophied
Muscles tautened like cat gut triple six tied
Heartbroken you gloated as beneath your disdainful gaze I died
Passions fruit behind the weight of my past woes lashing my hide

Why can't you see my pain?
As your curses fall upon me like deaths reign
I sing this dirge from within a crushed larynx with much strain
As maggots of this unrequited love feast upon my ravaged brain
My crushed frame lying desecrated upon the altar of your Samhain

I, lone wolf star
Do solemnly howl at Madame Moon
Seeking tirelessly for the love of a mate
Devoid of deep disdain and unwarranted hate
But loneliness weighs me down like so much heavy tar

I do love you
But my heart dies every time you play me for a fool
At the end of ladylove's turbulent deadened drowning pool

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^^^Just thought I'd post the above two joints for the fam's enjoyment.

Not for everyone's tastes I guess, but I like to share.

Peace.:)
 
Nice drops from everyone...feel free to interpret what's been written also. Like the thread title says, free-thought creative...

Thinking back - waking black
Back breaking - aching back
Breaking sac - now making
Sac burst - sperm attack

Burst undulating - ovarian track
Undulating crack - life born
Crack DNA - haploid's gamete
DNA secrete - zygote formed

Secrete info - genetic limbo
Info diploid - genetics torn
Diploid split - uterine horn
Split womb - inside dwelling

Womb swelling - 3rd trimester
Swelling feet - placenta festers
Feet wet - vagina measures
Wet dilation - 10sec contractions

Dilation wide - time backwards
Wide canal - pain surges
Canal widens - life's password
Widens hopes - dream emerges

Hopes rise - fear collides
Rise courage - faith purges
Courage subsides - angel's dirges
Subsides death - life victorious

Death sleep - dream back
Sleep fall - fade black...

^^^Dude, this is some seriously on point dope uncut.:eek:

I'm inspired.:yes:
 
My Minds Eye

I really don't mind if you matter
Because I practice mind over matter
For what matters is the mind
So stop being blind to the fundamentals
All is the mind the universe is mental
And your mind is the most essential,
Most instrumental instrument
In the orchestra of existing
For we exist in manifested thoughts
So we're apart of all the thoughts
That we have brought into fruition
Thus to change our ill condition
We have to change our mind's condition
By reconditioning our minds
We need those with open minds
To open up closed minds
And those with business minds
To mind their business,
As we remind each other
To keep our minds full
By being mindful
Of those who play mind games,
And use mind control
To keep us mind stressed
And leave us mindless
Because they know that God will bless
The mind that's got it's own
So get your own mind
Because you can't own mine
But if you lose your mind
Seeking peace of mind
Then don't worry your mind
Because I will give you
a piece of my mind....
 
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