THE HOMELESS POET

A homeless poet

Have no lyrics

To warm his heart

On a winter’s night

And yet,

He can’t keep

Quiet

As his visions

Reach down

Deep

Into the blackness

Of life.

Whose soul

Will he save,

While fighting

For his own:

Stirring a lonely

Coffee,

Fitting the pieces

Of a puzzle

Called hope…

A homeless poet

No longer

Sees the beauty

In the light

And people

Are no more

Human beings

Just empty containers

Filled with vanity

And fear,

As their

Whole culture

Hang and swing

From a haunting oak,

Watching

The family and friends

Hide and scream

“Oh damn what a shame!”

The poet

Just offers a smile

In sadness

Pondering,

Is it ever going

To end,

Because his love

And message

Was his only sin…

He glances

At the tawdry

Tombstone

That bares his name

And shudders,

‘Cause there is no end date;

Realizing,

His pain,

Is incurable,

His joy,

Is immeasurable,

His God,

Infallible,

Shaking his head

In a slight daze

With a hint

Of ironic disgust.

Again he smiles,

For he can not

Even find a home

In a solemn

Empty

Grave!!!

© 2010

RISE MORNING!!!

A morning rise

Like

A mother’s birth

From the womb

Of miracles

And twilight wishes,

Spawn

The joy

Never seen before

As

Day break finds

Find happiness

In being

Cute and coy…

The aroma

Of life

Invades

The flared nostrils

Stifling scents

Became

Hope’s breath

In a mangled

Congestion

…

A black night

Of darkness

Wept and fled,

Giving way

To the chorus and warmth

Of a morning’s wealth,

As desperate souls

Seek escape

From the shadows’ chains

Like the pain

Of broken aching hearts

Being poured

Into a hungry hell…

A morning rise

Releases the imagination

Of a reality’s claim

From

Collecting on the debts

Of distraught minds

And homeless hearts;

Drowning

In the seas

Of blameless faults

So it would seem,

As the pamphagous

Midnight hour

Tries to steal

The joy

Which comes

In the morning

Rise new day

And claim;

Your prize,

For 

All of us!!!

Copyright © Verbalskillz 2010

OH NO--MOS DEF...NATE DOGG..PHAROAHE MONARCH

[Mos Def]
Yeah..
One for the treble, two for the bass
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase
Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace

[Nate Dogg]
Oh No
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose

[Mos Def]
Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down
and played my game, my own two raise my flame
Cause dick ridin ain't my thang
I earned what they said I wouldn't
I got it the way they said I couldn't
But now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked
Mad cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings
When y'all was askin permission I just stepped up and took it
What!? The kid's better buy my rookie card now
Cause after this year the price ain't comin down
And if you got a joint bubblin then get money now
Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin out
Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it
The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
It's a shame the jealous gaze is too short to see it
But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evenin
You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason
to have the women in your mama's church screamin "Lord Jesus!"
Harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all
I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all
Pay attention, watch Flaco get larger than y'all
Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve
Every day that the saga evolve
The do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hard
And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all
East coast on your neck and you ain't shruggin it off
Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off
I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggaz are the sons of New York
Gettin spanked when there's too much trouble to talk
Respect mine

[Nate Dogg]
Oh No
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West coast
Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose

[Pharoahe Monch]
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele'
Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
MC's just - come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:

[Nate Dogg: repeat 2X]
Oh No
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose

[Nate Dogg]
Oh No
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West coast
Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose

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Alicia Keys & Jack White - Another Way To Die [Official Video]

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VERBALSKILLZ

UNTITLED

A bird

Played and stirred

Quietly  

In a darkened room

With sounds

Of thrills

Perhaps

The unknown

Bound

For its own

Safety,

I just looked

Watched

And served…

Didn’t know

How the hues

Of those special

Painful colors

Entice  

The mind

Humility’s

Graciousness

Flows

Like blood

Causing surgations,

As my bird

Began

To sing

To me…

Still

It remained captive

Knowing

At any time

It could be free

Its wings intact,

Its will, strong

My bird remains still

Breathing

Perched

Before me

Now I know

How colors of bliss

Are born

To the satisfaction

Of whims,

Rejuvenating needs

Of voracious honor,

I fell to my knees

Giving back

Which has been

Given me,

Like my bird

I sing…

I sing for my bird!!!

©2010 Verbalskillz

Summertime --Grover Washington,jr. and Kenny Burrelll...

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CRASSULENT RAINBOWS SPAWN PATRATION!!!

COME HERE LOVE AND LET ME SOAR INSIDE YOUR WINGS!!!

MY SURGATION THIRSTS!!!

I WANT TO

 


I AM STANDING HERE

WITH HER INDELIBLE BODY

IN MY ARMS,

MY LARGE HANDS

EASES FIRMLY AGAINST HER ASS

HER FRAGRANCE IS SO ALLURING

INTOXICATING IS HER SMILE

THAT I

JUST WANT TO FUCK HER

I JUST WANT TO

THROW HER ONTO THE BED

AND RIP EVERY SHRED

OF HER SASSY SUNDRESS TO PIECES

PLUMMETTING MY MANHOOD

DEEP INTO THE CENTER

OF HER DELIQUESCING

UNIVERSE...



HER VOICE WHISPERS

OF LOQUACIOUS TWILIGHT

ENHANCING EARFASMS' GREATNESS

CAUSING

A MIND'S INSATIBLE WEAKNESS

AS HER TOUCHES

EMBED...APHRODITE'S DANCE

UPON MY BODY

I JUST

WANT TO FUCK HER

BUT I CAN'T...



HER EYES

ARE THE SAME ONES

THAT ONCE CRIED

AND BY MY WORDS

HER TEARS STOP...AND DRIED

IT WAS MY EMBRACE

CREATED

HER JUST FOR HER

THAT MADE HER FEARS AND PAIN

FLEE FROM HEART

AND YES,

I WANT TO FUCK HER

BUT

SHE IS NOT MY BITCH

NOR MY SLUT

WHILE A RAISED HAND

SMASHES AGAINST HER INFALLIBLE BUTT..

SHE DESERVES MORE THAN THAT...



AND IF IT WERE

NOT FOR MY EGO'S LUST

I WOULD NOT EVEN THINK THIS

HOWEVER,

WHERE DO I PUT

THIS PASSION'S RUSH

THAT SENDS ME

TO THE OUTER LIMITS

OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS

SHE IS THERE FOR ME

WHEN I HAVEN'T BEEN

FOR MYSELF

SHE IS MY NEXT

TO JESUS



THIS BY NO MEANS IS

A PAINFUL TORMENT

JUST A SIMPLE

PROCLAIMATION

OF A BOND, A LOVE

AND A TRUST

SO

YEAH, YEAH, OH HELL YEAH

I WANT TO FUCK HER

TIL SHE CRAWLS AWAY

SIGHING MY NAME

WITH TIMOUROUS SQUEALS

OF URGE OVERKILL

BUT,,,

AS HER DEMULCENT NIPPLES

PRESS AGAIN MY CHEST

I AM REMEMBERING

WHY I LOVE HER

AND

LOVING HER

IS WHAT...I...DO...



© 2009 VERBALSKILLZ

MY CLOUDS HAVE WINGS

VERBALSKILLZ

SHE IS WET

SHE IS WET
LIKE DARK RICH 
FERTILE 
SOIL
IN THE VALLEY OF 
PEACE
HER AROMA THICKENS 
THE AIR 
NIGHT OR DAY,
HUMBLE SEEDS 
APPRECIATE 
THE MOISTURE
OF HER 
SOFTNESS
SPAWNING,
BRINGING FORTH
GOOD FRUIT,
OF GOOD MEASURE...


THE SATURATION
OF IMMEASURABLE LIPS
ECLIPSE 
AND CLENCH
A WOULD BE HERO'S
REWARD,
AS TIMBER
PLUNGES INTO 
THE SWEET DELUGE 
OF THE STORM
FANTASY
CHOKES REALITY
INTO SUBMISSION
REMOVING INHIBITIONS...


SHE IS WET
AS SPIRITS 
AND MINDS
MELD
INTO A SENSUAL
IMMOBILITY,

SMALL OVALS
ARE 
SILENCED 
BY THE RUSH
OF A FLOWING
BEAST'S CRESCENDO
THAT HASN'T CRESTED,
TWINGES AND TWITCHES
JUST SIMMERS...


AND 
IT ALL CAME 
FROM A SIMPLE THOUGHT
A GENTLE HINT
THAT FIRES 
CAN BE SPARKED
BY THE TORCH
OF HER LOVE
BEING HELD
BY STRONG EMBRACES
AND WHISPERS 
WHICH TELL HER
SHE IS LOVED
MORE THAN STONE
LOVES
THE MOUNTAIN
WHICH SUBDUE 
HER FEARS
AND CONQUER...
SHE IS WET
NOT FOR ME
BUT,
FOR US....


"VISIONS OF ELASTIC RAINBOWS"©2010