Collection 48twenty - Improvisational Poetry #1

Freestyle Poem – A Lost Touch

Everything is moving forward,

Quiet cries left behind,

A shadow of the past,

Blinded by the light,

This cold empty house,

Was my warm magic world,

My cold lonely heart,

Now struggles to be heard,

Small speck,

A spectacle,

A nervous fossil,

Worthy of a memory but not worth remembering,

Luscious leeching of a land lost to love,

A bent soul,

Hell bent on cheating,

A crow’s happy cry,

Warm to its kind,

But when a man takes flight,

Only his quiet cries are left behind. 

We Stand There...(monologue)

We stand there, hopeless. In a time of great need. We wait for things to come to us, to make our own. We want to belong, to go to great lengths to be accepted. Rigid, as the rush of life streams past you, you turn round and it’s too late, a speck…a tiny speck in the distance. You call after it, nothing but the echo of your own voice. You are alone, alone with your thoughts; a dangerous road where you realise, life is not an obstacle, but a journey. You’ve been told this before, but you find logic in it. Life is a train journey, you have to take it, you can’t miss the train otherwise you fall behind. You wait forever for your stop and you’ll never know if it’s what you’re looking for, if you don’t take that train. But who is to say there is no life beyond the living, the before and after of the now is always present. Our journeys change everyday; everyday we take a new path, make mistakes and get everything horribly wrong. Is it regret or is it nostalgia. Do you wish you did it differently? Do we get another chance? These are questions we all have and these questions will probably never be answered. Every life is unfulfilled in some shape or form, so we have to choose a path. We have to have a goal…a dream. I have a dream, of course I do. If I didn’t, what am I doing here? I think about it every day, and everyday I’m worried I will never make it, that I am on the verge of failing, that I have chosen the wrong path…gotten off the wrong stop. There is no wrong stop. It’s either yours or it isn’t. You make it yours when the time comes…is it regret or is nostalgia. 25/02/12 - 03:09am

Enter the Matrix

I don’t compare to no other,

Coz I got this other side,

He spits rhymes,

Shoots you down,

Loosens you up,

And makes ya cry,

Coz I got you scared running for your life,

Like what the fuck, who’s this guy?

Never been behind the mic,

It’s obscene,

I’ll make a scene,

Tear it up,

Like a scenario from one of your wet dreams

I’m a poetic warrior,

War torn destroyer,

I hunt for justice,

I can be Matt Murdock’s lawyer,

I’m bad meets evil,

Meets a desert eagle,

Meet you down an alley and leave you feeling fucked in the ass by Vin Diesel,

I’m student living,

I can’t do singing,

So I make rhymes in my spare time,

Split between playstation and women,

I’m just a guy,

I smoke weed,

I get high,

I do what’s right by the book,

Society’s got me hooked,

On this shitty life style,

Everyone getting shook,

Reading in the paper,

The world is falling apart,

Roll up that paper,

Take toke of my art,

Watch the world burn,

Hold your own, I got your back

Like Rorschach.,

The end is nigh,

I can say that,

It’s been a long time coming,

Look in to the future,

Looking through the other side,

Evolution is war,

And war is where we lie.

In the killing fields,

At peace lying in this post-apocalyptic battlefield,

Some off us see it coming from a mile off,

Some of us shield their eyes, their souls already lost.

As I knowingly mercilessly, bring up the dirt that’s hiding within,

I spit bile, flow so strong coming up to your shins,

I get violent with words,

I love to disturb,

Take that verb, what did you learn?

My inner peace is in pieces,

My wordplay, got me playing dead in this world in my head,

I don’t know what is down what comes up is the ground,

What side am I on?

Am I above the world now?

I see too much,

I’m see-through, such bleeding,

Insignificant life receding,

Playing on words like a politician,

Vomiting lies, you fools deserve to listen,

Don’t hate a hater who’s hating on has-beens,

Like this world that we living in,

Not long now, 

Hated by the people who live in it,

Who shit in it,

Who burn it down, blow it up,

You can see the cracks,

Nature’s fighting back,

Tsunami’s Earthquakes, Hurricanes,

The human race in pain,

We are collapsing in our self,

Suicide is a sin in it’s self,

There’s no god where we are going,

Coz we are going to hell,

Global warming is just a metaphor,

We let satan prevail.

I come to you in the dead of night,

Just before we’ve lost the fight,

Lost in past tense,

Winning is out of sight,

I speak truthfully as I fully believe,

If we choose the red pill,

Wonderland is free,

Tricked by the matrix,

We don’t deserve this,

All man should be equal,

Equality seems right,

If God made us all in his image,

Then lets imagine a world with no fads,

Give evolution back the meaning it once had,

Live in peace and happiness even if the world's gone mad.