Sticky post
By Glenn Turner, Jrjlyrix. Friday, July 1, 2011 1:03:27 PM
hiphop, music, poetry
When I wake up in the morning the sun rises on you
And in the afternoon the sun sets on you
At night you brighten up sky you are my stars and my moon
Baby everything revolves around you
I’ve been thinking contemplating about our situation
Knowing I have to be patient
About you and I
What does it take to be your guy
I have to wait as we progress overtime
Hug you, hold you, kiss you as your lips are pressed against mine
I appreciate everything you do you are beauty’s divine
Most of all you are my one and only
You feed my soul and my spirit so I’m never hungry
Never lonely as long I have you
You have me
Like Jodeci song “Forever My Lady,”
Always sexy visions of you next to me
Only time will tell how long this could be
When I wake up in the morning the sun rises on you
And in the afternoon the sun sets on you
At night you brighten up sky you are my stars and my moon
Poetry everything revolves around you.
Sticky post
By Glenn Turner, Jrjlyrix. Saturday, June 25, 2011 5:43:45 AM
music, poetry, hip-hop, life
I BLESS HE THAT TAKE THE TIME TO LISTEN,
PEOPLE SAY I'M ON A SUICIDAL MISSION,
MAD POTENTIALS AND AMBITIONS,
PLANS AND VISIONS,
GOALS AND ACHIEVEMENTS,
THE PRODUCT OF MY ENVIRONMENT,
TIME IS SPENT WASTED,
I CAN FEEL THE HATRED,
NIGGA'S DUCKING POLICE HIDIN' IN BASEMENTS,
THAT'S WHY I BUILD TODAY AND DESTROY TOMMOROW,
GOOD MORNING FRESH START NO MORE SORROW,
BUT ITS BACK TO MY ENVIRONMENT DAMN,
FAM IS ALL I HAVE NOW,
CAN'T LET 'EM GO I'M TOO PROUD,
AND PEOPLE DONT UNDERSTAND THE GUY THAT HIDES BEHIND THE CHINKY EYES,
CUTE FACE AND NICE SMILE,
IS SAYING GOOD MORNING TO HIP-HOP NOW,
GOOD MORNINIG WORLD THIS IS HIP-HOP
DEATH IS THE ROOT OF EVIL,
SO I LIVE FOR MY PEOPLE,
THROUGH THESE BARS,
THROUGH THESE WALLS,
I'M BOUT TO GO HAYWIRE,
I CAN FEEL THE FIRE,
RUNNIN' THROUGH MY VEINS,
LINKIN' TO MY BRAIN,
ALL IN MY HEART AND SOUL IT STAYS,
CAN'T LET IT GO MANE,
WILL IT CHANGE THE PAIN,
STOP THE RAIN,
BRING NIGGA'S FROM THE GRAVE,
COULD I SAVE,
THE ONLY THING WE HAVE LEFT,
THE SAME THING THAT KILLED BIG AND PAC,
SOULJA SLIM IT SHOT,
PUN HEART BEAT STOPPED,
TOOK THE WORLD BY SHOCK,
TRUE DEFINITION OF HIP-HOP,
WHATS THE PURPOSE,
CHRIS CHANGE THE FACE OF IT WHEN HE HIT THE SURFACE,
THEY SAY HIP-HOP HAS DIED,
BUT ITS QUITE ALIVE,
IT LIVES THROUGH THE BARS OF TALIB QWELLI, MOS DEF, JAY AND NAS,
THE EPIPHANY LISTEN TO MOMENT OF CLARIDY HAS BROUGHT ME CLOSER TO MY PAST,
HELP ME FORGIVE MY DAD,
AS I BLAST DOUBLE GLOCKS THINKIN' WITH A MILITANT MIND,
IT'S LIKE I FOUND THE LOST MIXTAPES OF '89,
LOVE IS BLIND,
IT'LL TAKE OVER YOUR MIND,
'CAUSE THE PROWESS,
THAT I POSESS HAS BLESSED MANY AND LEFT OTHER'S BEHIND,
HIP-HOP IS WHAT I'M TRYNA FIND,
IN IT'S PRIME.
IT'S LIKE A LINE,
I CAN SEE THE SIGNS,
AS I PASS THROUGH THIS TIMELINE,
TRYNA FIND HIP-HOP IN IT'S PRIME,
AS I RHYME WITH METAPHORS AND SIMILE'S,
YA'LL NIGGA'S ISN'T CATCHING WHAT I'M SAYING LYRICALLY,
HEAVENLY PIERCE YOUR SOUL TOUCH SPIRITUALLY,
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE A SOLDIER,
RHYMES ARE POTENT,
THOUGHT FOR FOOD GIVIN' NIGGA'S PROTEIN,
ON MY SCENE,
MY DEMEANOR IS MEANER THAN ANY WOMAN SHOE GAME,
PAIN IS WHAT I FELT,
WHEN HIP-HOP LEFT,
NOTHIN' ELSE LIED ON THE SHELF,
BUT PROBLEMS COLLECTED DUST,
TO THE CHEST I BUST,
EVERY VESSEL IN YOUR BRAIN,
GOIN' INSANE,
BLESSING NIGGA'S WITH THAT PLEASURE AND PAIN,
BRINGIN' THINGS BACK WHEN HIP-HOP WAS POPPIN',
THERE WAS NO POP LOCK AND DROP IT,
THERE WAS THAT QUEEN'S BRIDGE, KRS, RAKIM, AND NAS SHIT,
ETHER WAS HOT BUT HOVA,
TOOK OVA,
MIXED COKE WITH SODA,
ONE OF THE ILLEST MC'S OF HIS TIMES AND MADE SONGS CRY,
HE AND HIS FIANCEE,
BEYONCE,
RELIVED BONNIE AND CLYDE,
DROP THE BLACK ALBUM THE HE RETIRED,
BLESSED US YEARS LATER WITH KINGDOM COME THEN JAY AND NAS UNITED,
HIP-HOP WHY FIGHT IT?
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Wednesday, September 12, 2012 2:16:00 PM
music, blog, wise, Poet
...
Some think that blogs are just a bin
where things fall out and things fall in.
Some think that blogs are a place to meet
and exchange gossip, without being discreet.
Some feel that being in a club or clique
is par excellence - it makes their week.
Some master music where, to loud huzzahhh!,
they don a crown and are The Music Tzar!
Some talk of misery in soul or heart.
Others talk with happiness about their Art.
Some talk of God and spiritual things.
Some others move in circles fit for Kings.
Some keep their counsel and are wise.
Some open hearts and offer to advise.
Some will swim against the tide.
Some will circle looking for a place to hide.
Some say that poetry stops them dead.
Some say they feel it in their heart and head.
It never ceases to amaze my soul
that I am a part of this ubiquitous whole.
Somehow my puny insect crawl,
among the many who maintain thrall,
will be a sign that says "I came
and left my mark, but left no name."
Poem (c) John lokutus prime
By Norman Mukwakwaminormanjmuk. Tuesday, October 18, 2011 4:02:01 AM
music, summer, Sharon, Shakespeare
...
When I begin to describe you,
People say this poet lies.
My Darling,
What can I compare you to?
Like Shakespeare, not to a summer’s day.
You are prettier and a lot more fun.
A sunset perhaps,
But its presence is fleeting.
I have thought long and hard,
You are like the music to my soul,
My Favourites play-list on my i-Pod.
Why you ask?
It’s the neo-soul in your eyes.
The symphony of your smile.
The jazz in your walk.
The acoustics of your talk.
It’s the samba in your laugh,
When you bite on your lower lip,
As you are lost in thought.
Country.
The Blues as I watch you sleep.
Read more...
By Norman Mukwakwaminormanjmuk. Tuesday, October 18, 2011 4:01:56 AM
music, summer, Shakespeare, Sharon
...
When I begin to describe you,
People say this poet lies.
My Darling,
What can I compare you to?
Like Shakespeare, not to a summer’s day.
You are prettier and a lot more fun.
A sunset perhaps,
But its presence is fleeting.
I have thought long and hard,
You are like the music to my soul,
My Favourites play-list on my i-Pod.
Why you ask?
It’s the neo-soul in your eyes.
The symphony of your smile.
The jazz in your walk.
The acoustics of your talk.
It’s the samba in your laugh,
When you bite on your lower lip,
As you are lost in thought.
Country.
The Blues as I watch you sleep.
Read more...
By Gramgram84. Tuesday, July 12, 2011 11:57:21 PM
music, beauty, beat, serenade
...
I've seen her once or twice before
walking by with headphones on
The music is in her hair, dancing in the summer breeze.
I've seen her once or twice before
silently she sings her song
The words stay on her lips, her poetry she breathes
I've seen her once or twice before
smiling like there is no wrong
Moving like a melody down a crowded street
I've seen her once or twice before
And soon again she will be gone
Her rhythm so complex and still she never miss a beat
I've never seen a symphony as beautiful as her
Composed in my imagination, our notes forever slur
-g.Not too happy with this poem, just trying to do something different. What do you think? Do you see any way to modify either structure or line-for-line, please let me know!
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Monday, February 28, 2011 12:38:38 AM
music, Poet, Lord Byron, faith
...
String thou the harp
and in the stringing
let me hear again the sounds
in Elysium fields
that bear my soul
up into the light,
shredding the darkness,
banishing night.
And thou who holds the harp take heed,
play no sorrow,
I have need to lift my soul.
Minstrel play on! Make me whole,
let me hearken to your harp,
my soul was dark..