poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)

[mphossiblepunkstah]

She has a beautiful caramel complexion
Eyes shut she cant see(sea) like an ocean
Wanted to rest in her arms like a baby being placed on a cushion
Just a glimse of her smile is all that i am wishing
hands on her chest YES she is quietly resting
I stand for a while and stare while others are pa**ing
People following me are standing
Who is this guy? They start asking

Tears fill my eyes coz my mind gets gets filled with confusion

MOVE ALONG SON . . . . . .

A guy in a black suit starts demanding
Take out my phone and take a picture of her(AS A REMINDER OF PERFECTION)
Coz even angels in heaven are not this peaceful when they are sleeping

Why are all these people here she must be demonstrating how to meditate
Guess so " That man said we should let go of our souls and then we will elevate"

When shes done i will ask for her details maybe even a date

But some taps me on the shoulder . . .
Demands that i come closer. . .
She whispers. . . . . .ss s s 

Big words hard to figure

But i caught the last statement . .
Said that will never happen. .
This is not a session. .
Shes not meditatin' . .

Its a funeral . . . . . SHE LYING IN HER COFFIN

tjo dude 

[The Mighty Loks]

@ Mind Bendah..... Dang?   

[Mind Bendah]

Thanx for the warm welcome. . . Feel right at home. Thought i should also bless you'll with one of my memories and thoughts like you'll have blessed me.. . . .

I thought i should right something that would make a difference
Thought if i said it loud i would catch your attention from a distance
What kinda life are we living thought you'd stop and think for a second

But it was never initiated. . . .Its stuck in the BRAIN but then AGAIN. . . .

IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT

A thought that sooths you
The kinda thought that moves you
Its just a thought you can manipulate in order to suit you

Now i stop and think, i think it was just a thought
Just a thought i think

Now im confused i might be imagining things. . . .

They say when you think deeply you never blink
But when you never blink your mind seems blank

Why do i find it so easy to relate paper to ink
But so hard to force our minds and hearts and force them to link

What am i saying or better yet what am i thinking?
Is it still a thought tell me if you think that its not?

But then again you wont. . . .

Initially IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT   

[BHLAKHROZE]

i came cross a court case. and on any given day. like any other day i would have kept it moving. im not quite sure what it was that particular day that made me walk backward instead and trace the story itself. one crime. in a sea of crimes. they came dressed and a**umed roles and by the end of the night someone died. im not quite sure what it was on that particular day and maybe we are not as jaded as we think. as we feel. yet.
it stayed and i just wondered what that kind of night must be like for those who come with intent. and when hindsight now visits those who were there. what would you have seen. would you have seen. do we see. and the result was a thought.



- TROJAN HORSE ATTACK 2008 -

they walked in inconspicuous

masked in the casual familiarity of those who had been there before

they smiled at the waitrons

chose their seats with undue diligence and proceeded to pretend to peruse the offerings of a menu they had no appetite for. they took their time, eventually placing their orders. the drinks arriving first, as they do. maybe they shared a joke on some or other mans tie - would they have noticed. or did they share only silence.

scanning the room. what did they see. did they see into the detail attentively sewn into the drapings. perhaps the dried out peeking roots of a thirsty corner potplant. or did the second hand pa**ing time in their minds make only for picking up on gullible conversations. tracing the shape of unsuspecting movements. is that all they had.

the air thick. stagnant. waiting. breathing in and out. fear. each others fear. fear turned hard turned enemy. turned dead. did they feel anything.

their orders arrived. i imagine piping hot and pleasing to any eye. would they have savoured the taste of the carefully prepared flavours. carelessly unfolding crisp starched jik white napkins. were they happy with the service. did they bother with matters of being courteous, pa**ing the time with please and thank yous.

had they not come to take. would they have stretched their legs and patted their ever hungry bellies with gross satisfaction. had they not come to take. would they have ordered another round. considered dessert maybe. and what would it have been. creme brulee, tiramisu or just good old ice cream and chocolate sauce. they were long playing parts.

crisp shirts and shiny shoes.

when did they decide. when did they know. how did they know. what did that moment look like. feel like. to them. to all of them. when they all had it coming.


they sat down and had dinner first.

and they didnt leave a tip.

[Mind Bendah]

i came cross a court case. and on any given day. like any other day i would have kept it moving. im not quite sure what it was that particular day that made me walk backward instead and trace the story itself. one crime. in a sea of crimes. they came dressed and a**umed roles and by the end of the night someone died. im not quite sure what it was on that particular day and maybe we are not as jaded as we think. as we feel. yet.
it stayed and i just wondered what that kind of night must be like for those who come with intent. and when hindsight now visits those who were there. what would you have seen. would you have seen. do we see. and the result was a thought.



- TROJAN HORSE ATTACK 2008 -

they walked in inconspicuous

masked in the casual familiarity of those who had been there before

they smiled at the waitrons

chose their seats with undue diligence and proceeded to pretend to peruse the offerings of a menu they had no appetite for. they took their time, eventually placing their orders. the drinks arriving first, as they do. maybe they shared a joke on some or other mans tie - would they have noticed. or did they share only silence.

scanning the room. what did they see. did they see into the detail attentively sewn into the drapings. perhaps the dried out peeking roots of a thirsty corner potplant. or did the second hand pa**ing time in their minds make only for picking up on gullible conversations. tracing the shape of unsuspecting movements. is that all they had.

the air thick. stagnant. waiting. breathing in and out. fear. each others fear. fear turned hard turned enemy. turned dead. did they feel anything.

their orders arrived. i imagine piping hot and pleasing to any eye. would they have savoured the taste of the carefully prepared flavours. carelessly unfolding crisp starched jik white napkins. were they happy with the service. did they bother with matters of being courteous, pa**ing the time with please and thank yous.

had they not come to take. would they have stretched their legs and patted their ever hungry bellies with gross satisfaction. had they not come to take. would they have ordered another round. considered dessert maybe. and what would it have been. creme brulee, tiramisu or just good old ice cream and chocolate sauce. they were long playing parts.

crisp shirts and shiny shoes.

when did they decide. when did they know. how did they know. what did that moment look like. feel like. to them. to all of them. when they all had it coming.


they sat down and had dinner first.

and they didnt leave a tip.

Thank you

[THAT LADY!]

Thanx for the warm welcome. . . Feel right at home. Thought i should also bless you'll with one of my memories and thoughts like you'll have blessed me.. . . .

I thought i should right something that would make a difference
Thought if i said it loud i would catch your attention from a distance
What kinda life are we living thought you'd stop and think for a second

But it was never initiated. . . .Its stuck in the BRAIN but then AGAIN. . . .

IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT

A thought that sooths you
The kinda thought that moves you
Its just a thought you can manipulate in order to suit you

Now i stop and think, i think it was just a thought
Just a thought i think

Now im confused i might be imagining things. . . .

They say when you think deeply you never blink
But when you never blink your mind seems blank

Why do i find it so easy to relate paper to ink
But so hard to force our minds and hearts and force them to link

What am i saying or better yet what am i thinking?
Is it still a thought tell me if you think that its not?

But then again you wont. . . .

Initially IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT  

Im so down for you , no man you make me think....k not being corny! Im feeling your thoughts, k i did it again... You off the chain keep it up!

[Mind Bendah]

Thanks Jay-lee. . . He blushes and sinks in the chair

I was asked a very weird question ealier on today. . I was asked what makes me a man and i couldnt answer so i sat for a while and started repeating the q in my head and inking. . . .

What makes me a man. . . .

Not the a**ets that i have or the way i carry myself
or the broad sound of my voice
Im not even a man by choice

I cant answer why im a man
But i am proud that i am

When God seperated us he must have had a plan

What makes me a man. . .

Not how low i wear my pants
Or how long i stay out at night while downing beers with my friends
There is no explanation for being a man
No root or path to follow all you have to do is just learn

That there is no significant difference between men and women

Coz if you rap us into one. . .You get a HUMAN

What makes me a man are not the responsibilities and taking care of the fam
Not reading a newspaper with feet on the coffee table while being blown by a fan
Not how many girls you have shagged or even being an animal in bed

A MAN IS JUST A MAN

If you say you are different as a man please illustrate if you can
Coz whatever you can do can also be done by a women

What makes a man is within the soul
No satisfaction needed when you are a man you just feel whole

It comes naturally coz when you are a boy. . .

being a man is a GOAL
   

[the brand®]

my life

walking these streets...with a scar on chest
haunted by the past/
but the best/
that i did was more bad decisions that caused me some stress
tryna put em to rest

[the brand®]

cant finish that

[THAT LADY!]

Thanks Jay-lee. . . He blushes and sinks in the chair

I was asked a very weird question ealier on today. . I was asked what makes me a man and i couldnt answer so i sat for a while and started repeating the q in my head and inking. . . .

What makes me a man. . . .

Not the a**ets that i have or the way i carry myself
or the broad sound of my voice
Im not even a man by choice

I cant answer why im a man
But i am proud that i am

When God seperated us he must have had a plan

What makes me a man. . .

Not how low i wear my pants
Or how long i stay out at night while downing beers with my friends
There is no explanation for being a man
No root or path to follow all you have to do is just learn

That there is no significant difference between men and women

Coz if you rap us into one. . .You get a HUMAN

What makes me a man are not the responsibilities and taking care of the fam
Not reading a newspaper with feet on the coffee table while being blown by a fan
Not how many girls you have shagged or even being an animal in bed

A MAN IS JUST A MAN

If you say you are different as a man please illustrate if you can
Coz whatever you can do can also be done by a women

What makes a man is within the soul
No satisfaction needed when you are a man you just feel whole

It comes naturally coz when you are a boy. . .

being a man is a GOAL
  

awww tweeeet.

I was moved by that "man piece" of yours.

I some how think I get what you tryna say , but I don't agree fully with you. You not wrong because thats YOUR opinon and heres MINE.

     WHAT MAKE'ITH  A MAN.?...

We are MAN kind , but what kind of man would you be not being true to your destiny?

A child is born a man , but he's ( referring to humans in general) just not ready to be the man.

So if a child can't handle the duties of ''man hood '' what do you call an adult that doesn't handle his responsibilities.... .... ...

So my dear friend , a man is not born he is molded and understands his place and purpose on earth .
A man stands firm in his beliefs. A real man is his word , what he says can be taken into account as his rich with truth.

Oiiii, thats just me thinking out loud, don't mind me buddy!

[Mind Bendah]

I get you Jay lee, thats deep right there. Keep inking

[BHLAKHROZE]

- A GOOD LONG CUDDLE MUDDLE FUDDLE -


the wee hours they have me needing an every kind of hold

the patient kind

the wanting me, needing me too kind
the in the dark, stolen, ssshhh its our secret kind
the tight, no ones gonna steal you kind
my nose rubbing against yours in the night kind
the put your lips softly on mine
we've got all the time in the world kind
the read my mind, i like the feel of you too kind
the we-could-but-we-wont-go-there-nah-not-tonight. kind
with my thick woollen turqoise socks on. and peeking. appreciation and affirmation kind

the did you know you blow my mind like kind

the 'them there eyes'. breathe in

breathe out

im yours

kind.

[Gem-In-Eye]

a**orted pills, exported ills how they extort our skills the technological advancement a logical enactment of our loss of will recycled techniques to reason and justify intangible crimes humanity intangled in thorny euphoric vines a twisted divine bed devouring sleep to vindicate vile fantasies stil we smile franticaly exposing phallacy posing intelectualism in televisual mysticism chaneling our sanity away from static to hi-defamation a Re-definition of omens to come women worth crumbs and men crumble out of existence the evolusion televised will b an illusion synthesised just as a crunk hypothesis i was found to be ''talking out the side of my neck'' and leaking gastric poems that digested knowledge in multiples coz i reconstruct lifes sylla-bles no past no future just presidents dying to free nations from timeless stupidity rhetoric fatality its a metaphoric parallel immortality...

[Mind Bendah]

- A GOOD LONG CUDDLE MUDDLE FUDDLE -


the wee hours they have me needing an every kind of hold

the patient kind

the wanting me, needing me too kind
the in the dark, stolen, ssshhh its our secret kind
the tight, no ones gonna steal you kind
my nose rubbing against yours in the night kind
the put your lips softly on mine
we've got all the time in the world kind
the read my mind, i like the feel of you too kind
the we-could-but-we-wont-go-there-nah-not-tonight. kind
with my thick woollen turqoise socks on. and peeking. appreciation and affirmation kind

the did you know you blow my mind like kind

the 'them there eyes'. breathe in

breathe out

im yours

kind.

BHLAKHROZE i just love your kind

[The Mighty Loks]

- A GOOD LONG CUDDLE MUDDLE FUDDLE -


the wee hours they have me needing an every kind of hold

the patient kind

the wanting me, needing me too kind
the in the dark, stolen, ssshhh its our secret kind
the tight, no ones gonna steal you kind
my nose rubbing against yours in the night kind
the put your lips softly on mine
we've got all the time in the world kind
the read my mind, i like the feel of you too kind
the we-could-but-we-wont-go-there-nah-not-tonight. kind
with my thick woollen turqoise socks on. and peeking. appreciation and affirmation kind

the did you know you blow my mind like kind

the 'them there eyes'. breathe in

breathe out

im yours

kind.

Beautiful...