Wednesday, December 31, 2008

12.31.2008

Written while listening to Charles Hamilton's "Desperate Tear of Certainty"

At times the motivation is missing
got no resolve on this mission
but I'm still living it ,still playing it
can't stop it
if I did, I might as well drop dead
in this game called life
things can be sharp like a knife
or rather a double edge blade
you can knock me down 7 times but your boy stay standing 8 times like dyanwe wade
try again and meet your fate
treat your life like a non leap year and give you one less date
who messing with me
on a roll right now
like a street plow
or a steamroller
a falling boulder
when words fall onto my page
guaranteed to cause damage in many locations
and cause Mc's to watch their actions like they were on probation
the background beat right now, real vicious
I would pull the moon out if the sky for you if our love wasn't so fictitious
got me feeling like damn where the's love
but this aint Jay on blueprint
next to me is missing your footprints
they disappeared a while ago when the snowed melted
and I'm still here waiting feeling neglected
like this beat before I decided to jump on it
Somebody quick call JDot, he spits shakespeares like sonnets
that what they said, and I'm here now, set and kickin it
like a penalty shot to win the game ain't no missing it
ready to blow without a countdown to detonation
exposing all you overpriced cats like inflation
this game is a vicious cycle
I stay transmitting while you boys in queue so idle
check your vitals
to match up to me, you need to be able to handle survival
on some street fighter alpha -ish
one life bar, defeating opponent after opponent not feeling one itch
So, I'll step back now, last rhymes of 2008
I feel great
hope 2009 is just as straight

Haha I'm out

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Newest B-boy Stance


Elbow freeze or plant (not sure)

Spiced it up with photoshop.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Winter 2006

Where the F is the Snow

Snow,
watch it fall from the sky, for every inch on the ground we leave a foot print behind,
checking back on it every now and then, we use it as a sign,
even if it gets covered over, we can easily leave it again. sometimes it gets deep we buried up to our feet
but soon it melts over cause u bring the heat.
we play with it build it up and knock it down,
draw in it to give it faces like a frown,
but we can easily build another one, give it a carrot to make a nose,
buttons for the mouth, it doesnt need any clothes
. capture it in a camera thats 3o millimeters,
so we can see it again even if it melts from the heater.
so we say that all is well with the snow in the sky,
but what if one day, it was to all die,
thanks to global warming we might not have any more,
no more memories, i mean snow, no more knocking at ur door,
no reason for the season. Its like the snow stopped our breathing.
Dont want to come outside because you are too busy reading,
whats the use u say,
theres no snow today.
so i walk away with an expression like this, -_______________-,
pound my hand against the wall feel the blood in my fist.
go home wish it would snow at least three inches
before i hang myself and hit the bottom of the trenches.
So next day, I got a flurry enough to scoop up, took to u, still not interested i see,
well we gonna have to see what becomes of u and me,
this snow has served as our memory, but no there is no more so thats the end of we,
i take wat little i have and place it in the freezer,
that wat it is safe from heater,
our last living memory, the last time that i see her....Ill just blame George bush and pop a bullet in his tush. -_______-

Christmas

Christmas has come and went
1hr past and I still smell its scent
A time to give and celebrate
another one for the 2 double 0 8
together with families we get together
from far and wide no matter the weather
grandma's cookin
oh yes, its good lookin
another great one for the ages
times to snap photos for the album pages
grab the camera make sure all is ready
now on the count of 3, everyone hold steady
looking outside,you can hope for snow
during those snowball ball make sure get real low
but after the day its all over
time to get for what the new year will serve like sharapova
what does the world hold for 2009
gotta get down to business and keep your straight line
keep your mind sharp and watch for the haters
just let them talk until they out of breath like darth vader

Ahhh, my flow is off today it seems
I need help with closings at times. lol

Monday, December 22, 2008

2 pieces from '05

One sec.. just to touch on the previous post.
Here's a add on.

atarashii kare to tsukiatteiru omedetou
demo naze boku janai yo

Sorry if you don't know japanese. Anyway, here is the point of this post.

Photoshop painted drawings I made back in '05 (Bleach)



Saturday, December 20, 2008

Can't lose what I never had

Fuck a title right now this is crazy
Losing a three way brawl between guys for one lady
A used to have her, but now she's B's
waiting for 6 years just happens to be me
but I guess she forgot as you can see
It's like a three man weave and they forget to pass the ball to me
so now it a give and go and I ain't receiving
My fault I guess I should have tried harder
but fuck this now, I won't even bother
This is what I get when I stay campin
waiting for her, now your boy left rantin
about this love that is slowly dying
I hope this reaches your heart and you start slowly crying
no, not really, but I kinda feel that way right now
like I've been betrayed and it hurts like OW
suki dayo anato no koto, or at least I used to
and for those that don't understand japanese
it says I love you but that is no longer relevant
now I trying to forget unlike the elephant
that I am at time when I reminisce on the time we shared
and I thought you cared
maybe you do and I'm overreacting
but I can't help but feel this way when it seems we are always subtracting
the bond between us
but I guess I saw more than reality
to her this has been a grain of salt, that's how she viewed me.

or so it seems....

Tasted bitter doesn't it .

Kinda bad and quick ending..lol

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Old piece

This was written in 2006 or was it 2007, I can' t remember. I will be posting some of old work as well as new ones as inspiration comes and goes.


Here's the first: (this took 2hrs straight from the dome)

Prosthetic Limbs (Story with rhymes)

Main Character- Miles

As he sat on the bus on his way from the hospital
he started to notice changes in himself
all he can remember was waking up to the sounds
of all the doctors poking around
what had happened those 5 hours ago
he started to wonder as he walked out the bus door
how I am alive, he thought
thinking to himself that he should have been dead 12 hrs ago
Lets take it back to that time so grey
still fuzzy in his memory as he tried to figure out what happened that day
he had just got home from work livin on his own
without his parents, only line of communication was a phone
he took a shower and ate dinner in normal rountine
it was all starting to come back to him like a night's dream
he watched the news every night at 11:30
with his dog at his side, and his name is kirby
after that he would hit up his laptop
check his email while listening to some hip hop
as he reviewed his days he saw no change
so what happened that day, something out of his range
he came home normally as usual
patted his dog on its head, the feeling was mutual
as he watched the news, his dog didnt seem stable
he kept sniffing at something over at the table
what is it boy, he said
he went over to his dog, and out popped a head
not the dog's but a human instead
he was startled by this girl in his house
she said she broke in to hide from her spouse
they just had fought over some dumb dispute
he didnt mind the fact cause he thought she was real cute
he dragged her out and took her to the chair
as she told her story cause only he would care
after hearing such an awful song
he said she could spend the night, he slept in the other room so he would do no wrong
the next morning he started his day with a shower
knowing that he had to be at work in the next hour
he checked on her and she was still asleep
he decided not to wake her because she may still be weak
he cooked a breakfast of pancakes and eggs
and left it for her at the night table at her legs
as he headed out he patted his dog good bye
he locked the door and looked to the sky with a sigh
he got into his car and drove on to his job
he arrived on time and was greeted by rob
his best friend of five years
ever since they met as high school peers
his job wasnt lavish, he didnt have his own office
but his pay check was pretty nice to deposit
he worked on the layout of his local newpaper
thats all he could since he dropped his major
his hour were long sometimes until 8
so now we see y he really had no time to date
at lunch that day, he told rob what happened
he thought it was odd, so he start crackin
thats how it was he insisted to his friend
but all rob wanted to know was if he hit it in the end
He said he couldnt, it wouldnt be right
but because she was crying he decided to let her spend the night
they went back to work until they noticed it was real late
so they both decided to come home at eight
they went their seperate ways as they said peace
their cars started to fade as their distance increased
he got home for another good night
but as he opened the door something didnt seem right
his dog wasnt to greet him as usual
he looked all around then he caught a body in his visual
a man dressed in black emerged from darkness
in the mans hand was the dog's dead carcus
this intruder looked at him with a smile on his face
Miles screamed, what the fuck as he reached for his waist
the intruder stopped him as he signaled to the girl
he said dont try, she already did and i took the liberty to end her world
Miles was lost not sure wat to do
he said fuck this as the gun he drew
let two off but somehow he missed
the intruder was now pissed
as he dropped the dog and picked up his weapon
what is it u may ask, a flamethrower
as he sprayed it over Miles like a leaf blower
Miles fell to his knees there was nothing he could do
did his life come to an end he didnt have a clue
the intruder proceed to set the house on fire
as he heard heard the cops so it was time to retire
the cops arrived, no suspect was to be seen
they alerted the fire department and told them to hurry to the sight of the scene
they rushed inside only to find Miles, not breathing much
his body was burnt but his face was untouched
they got his body out and rushed him to the emergency room
as the doctor rushed to try and save him from doom
the surgeon came and reviewed the situation
this is a first he said in desperation
as he asked for some time alone to find a solution
theres a way to save this man he thought as he thought of his new creation
he had just invented the latest prosthetic parts
for every part of the body including the heart
he decided to make Miles his guinea pig
or bury him with the twigs
he brought his assistants back in and said lets get started right away
cause this is gonna be big it could take all day
he gave instructions, "except for the head, i want a dissection at all his parts
they started to cut and tear
making sure to treat the nerves with care
as blood spilled it was filled back
from the IV machine connected to a sack
the surgeon focus as he tried to fit the new parts
two arms, legs and a case for his heart
the assistants closed the body up with stitches here and there
as one of them notice that Miles had let out a tear
as it rolled down his cheek
Miles woke up from his sleep
he wonder what had happened
all he could remember was his gun clappin
but then his world went blank
like he was forced to walk the plank
the doctors let him up and told him it was a success
he had became the surgeons first prosthetic test
no need to train him to operate cause his nerves were still in tact
they sent him on his way with a pat on his back
he left still looking at himself
these new legs and arms what awkwardness he felt
he boarded the bus home
he was alive but he felt sort of alone
he raised his hand, and it was real heavy
he couldnt believe he was made from a chevy
people stared he knew not wat for
he looked the same on the outside but what was different was his core
he couldnt understand what lied ahead from this day on
but he accepted it like a reflection in the pond
he got off the bus at wat used to be his home
all he could remember from that day was the heat to his dome
now he stood next to the forensic scene
his house was off limits wrapped in yellow tape, was this a dream
not everything is as it seems
he was left with no where to go at least for now
so he walked, he walked, down the street searching for his future just dont ask how
with this new body he had to start a new life
only a slight memory of his past in a world of strife
with these prosthetic limbs that never tire out
he continued to walk but not a sound came out his mouth

Monday, December 15, 2008

1st Post

This blog will be used for my Artistic Side

My general blog is at this link.