poem cypher

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  1. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

    Jun 19, 2009
    Crust up cypher. Spit some stuff everyone.


    I have nothing
    save for memories of end
    familiar sun in me, never been
    clarity shown, feeling very far
    I've wanted both, was sure I did
    a sterile horizon, that's me in a jar
    insightful, I digress
    still my chin lifts high
    in this pineapple express

  2. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

    Jun 19, 2009

    wicked liar, I hurt you
    conversed in half truths
    thirsty eyes converting first
    to dial past phone booths

    your consequential terror,
    tallies up continental divide
    Do or die, death in error
    or suffer to further slide

    I say nay

    lips of righteousness
    never uproot, despite angered fist
    flipped in consequences against her pursuit

    I strike sulfur
    you insulate match sticks
    I buffering what's in you,
    you bait past magic tricks

    your altar of hate authors
    paving deceptive deposits
    day light savings offers
    slaves barter on dejected pockets

    remember, said truths
    are selfless evidence
    rigging sails to fly ever the distance
    sever my ties, dot my lies
    cross my teeth
    hope a gusty wind
    gets you by

    You say nay

  3. the omega man

    the omega man so, it goes

    Apr 10, 2003
    nay to the wind you once yearned
    nay to the sand your threw in your eyes that once burned
    nay to the classrooms where you once learned
    nay to the hangman and tic tac toe
    nay to the bob barker and any game show

    I know you, your rib cage is a window pane
    you'd rather chew finger nails than end yo' pain
  4. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

    Jun 19, 2009
    I got this brittle shell
    It's ready to break
    I'll sip up the yolk I think
    But, even now as I crack
    Boiling cess pools abound
    I think I'll dip in its bath
    Become hard and just

    Fucking blow up on you mother fuckers like deviled eggs.
  5. the omega man

    the omega man so, it goes

    Apr 10, 2003
    eggs, fry on one side
    eggs, they're crawling on me
    I got STDs and it burns when I pee
    Coup said I got VD
    I love TV
    Sing the hook now...

    I love eggs
    I got em between the legs

    there's a booger on the wall
    and coup licked it up
    o suck on these nuts
    rap music haters did
    for 25 cent

    Coup d'état please touch my balls

    and chicken too
    it burns between my LEGS
    when I take a doo doo
  6. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

    Jun 19, 2009
    I offer no solutions or condolences
    Although I could
    Instead I turn for the signs
    From the universe
    I can translate pixels into
    With words
    For attention

    I can ring alarm
    Forebode the end
    But the end will come
    Either way
    Then what good
    All this armor serve ?

    Give it up
    Throw away the daggers
    And the firearms
    The only threat here
    Is the anticipation of the worst
    And imagination
    Embellishes but it also embalms
    And memories

    Just want something to preserve
    In the bell jars

    Well, I want none of that
  7. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    The moon will rise as the sun will set
    to soon the cycles begin to reset
    life passing by ,the pain of regret
    A mundane stage of plays enacted
    acting out my role, tearing through my soul
    bearing a burden of past, paying my tole to pass on
  8. GaLaTeA

    GaLaTeA Well-Known Member

    Jun 10, 2010
    The meaning of life is lying on the beach,
    with brain switch turned off,
    with a chihuahua on guard.
    hanging in the net between two trees,
    sliding the plains with rusty wheels.

    The meaning of life is riding the clouds
    betraying the sun and breaking steps.
    Daydreaming of a steamboat in a blue mirror,
    having an ant for picnic, a hole in the sandal,
    with a side of nothing getting clearer.
  9. Kuja

    Kuja Jack Skellington

    Aug 7, 2003
    Through salty tears
    Manifest fears
    To show us up..
    Amougst our peers
    The dark light
    Doesnt spark right
    Leaving our day trapped
    By a smart night
  10. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    i was going to start my own topic.. but i may as well contribute.

    the sun grows dimmer ever day the shimmer greets my face
    i've tried to find my own place but it seems there's not much space
    so i face these walls i've sat in so long it feels wrong i'm in my own world
    like i don't belong, living to the beat of someone elses song, am i wrong?
    was i right? will I live through the night? my heart should beat like that.. right?
    choking on the fumes of my tomb as it embraces the life chasing me into
    while im driving the very forces the morph into the sinews that move me
    i smoothly try to view the outer world passively but i can't do it
    the blocks in place that stop my pace seem opposed to any movement
    so i sit and dwell, imagining hell, or if heaven's there.. not aware of where i am
    or if i really care who knows. but i do, in a way. it's true till this day...
    so on my way ill go. seeking the sun and embracing the moon
    lacing the womb i was born from with gloom, no visits end friendly
    amends can be made but this life's been played out, on the same route
    no chance of escaping double yellows without a ticket
    on your big toe, or to skid row.
    trying to find the wicked inside
    to identify the demon that hides would make some emptyness resign.
  11. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
  12. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

    Jun 19, 2009
    Blessed are the poor
    in spirit
    for theirs is the kingdom of heaven
    blessed are they that mourn
    for they shall be comforted
    blessed are the meek
    for they shall inheirit the earth
    blessed are they wich do hunger and thirst
    after righteousness for they shall be filled
    blessed are the merciful
    for they shall obtain mercy
    blessed are the pure in heart
    for they shall see God
    blessed are the peacemakers
    for they shall be called
    the children of God
    blessed are they which are persecuted for
    righteousness' sake
    for theirs is the kingdom of heaven
    blessed are ye, when men shall revile you,
    and persecute you,
    and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely,
    for my sake
    rejoice, and be exceeding glad
    for great is your reward in heaven
    for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you

    -Christ Jesus
  13. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    I'll crack my eyes to peek through slats and see whats happenin
    dispatch the lies from sleek new flats to be that type of man again
    a mannequin masquerading as a debating team of college kids
    chattering voices echoing noiseless off walls riddled with hollow pits
    I follow quick steps with my ink breath to try and sink left of the minefield
    as the world trips on the brink of its death i link space and time fields
    our minds wield the power to devour the breathe from our lungs
    stripping our soul in a shower that scours like thiefs in slums
    equipiping control for the hour to the clock towers begun
    and the whole world of cowards sit and watch all my fun
    the clock strikes one as timing transmits thoughts to the sun
    so thoughts splice reminding atom why he brought eve his gun
    not one concise movement as fusion fuses illusions to bruises
    i choose this but the hoof prints of a muse lost in foolishness
    confuse mist to move since the fuse lit on my tomb hisses
    choosing to move inches to lose it to the gloom princess
    the temptress soon winces as eyes move across channels
    consuming the interest of the wise albatrosses and mammals
    the moon is the dusk that will rise with crosses and camels
    across the channel i rambled like a riptides guiding me on
    but im lost in the annals of sin hiding inside all along
    singing sing song patterns to saturn that earned me a shuttle
    bringing rings down for laterns that turned the sea to a puddle
    guiding string cheese to fat chicks concerned to eat well
    the inviting breeze rode with tactics doing backflips to hell
    i dwell in a cell of myself looking for a shelf full of what else
    Elfs. I steal the bastards from santa clause, have to pause?
    they squeel and claw as last words through jaws gnawing slowly
    pawing at the ground feeling absurd to stop holding
    then grow moldy as the older they get the more rotten
    my closets filled with little green hats i score often
    my floors a coffin spilling spittle in a sheen like it's drooling
    explore the softening sour dribble that gleams when it's cooling
    to endure often we devour skittles fat beans then shits ruling
  14. TheInkwell

    TheInkwell New Member

    May 6, 2011
    clowning around

    i'm sitting in bed, wondering what's ahead - of me
    thoughts so deep, they reside under the carpeting
    but above the floorboard... a space that disappears when we dig for it
    we tear away at fabric like Lin to defenses on some cinderella shit
    do... cyclops's... blink or wink? i pose the question to my shrink,
    he rubs his chin, says "let me think, but while I'm at it sip this drink"
    something to help calm me down, good, cause i need to sleep
    to hit my nine to five tomorrow, pay my rent and keep me off the streets

    good night!
  15. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    keep diggin, ill keep livin, givin my all to some
    call it done yo im peak driven, and respect fun
    dont expect perfection when i neglect to collect thoughts
    my tops a one stop shop with eclectic drops, what u got?
    i see a ya shrinks ya buddy, he's got carpet too
    why don't you roll up in it, there's a bridge just for you

    stay up inkwell. i appreciate the criticism still. who got next..? empty in here..
  16. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    ill find my companion echoes, a chance to let go
    basking in the glory, of romance to fret those
    moments of the past turning realer then they are
    components we passed, learn you succeed by trying harder
    the next time you're fast to earn your dreams
    learn the schemes the way others seem to
    dream through worlds of far away fantasy
    im hand in hand with peace, where I'm glad to be
  17. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

    Jun 19, 2009
    Stairway to Heaven

    I will not settle for your story
    of how your life was on my line
    written with blood in ocean waters
    grafted in some infested impromptu
    acting the prettier, casted from script
    that is not me, no
    so, what's the depth of your superficiality ?

    It's pumped full of malleable lead, melted down
    and tossed as chum to white sharks
    into black isles, swimming in hard water
    give it up, game is over. why go on
    just because the plot said so ?
    if yes, be taken alive by them

    But not before I tell you a truth
    I got a nastier serpents to defile
    and I'm not the real enemy, darling
    so please hold my hand and
    feel my pulse, explore it, unite
    sing songs, kiss, terry all night
    do all that, until you will hearken my voice
    and trace it up the highest stairway
    and ring it and toll it and bellow it 360
    memorize its path and wail against kingdoms
    only then will your back turn 180
    against the playwright as written
    in your heart, as in your mind
    back to the flesh, away from Spirit
    like a dog back to her vomit

    Let me speak, stay with me baby
    I beseech thee, to tell you my story
    fore now my mind burns colors,
    like solar flairs exciting warning bells
    collapsing on the precipitous of world war
    I'm the Yahweh soldier against shine
    and I don't apologize for it
    or replace that with
    your sin
    your board walk unto destruction
    its twists and turns
    its temptation to fornicate unceasingly
    on the scarlet back dress of the great whore

    You can only drink from one cup
    drink from the living waters
    go up that stairway you once climbed
    and bathe and hold up the golden brim
    and spill its truth down your breasts
    down your hips, dripping down to the
    small of your back dimples
    down to your calfs to your toes

    only then can you leave foot prints
    and evidence of the encounter
    come down to me again
    give in to the mystery
    as it will be as our witness
  18. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

    Jun 19, 2009

    The pizza she ate
    burnt her mouth
    Before it was cool

    She's an Academe hipster
    An only child with ironic decorum...
    Lives off trust funds in ghettos
    Knows the price of everything
    But the value of nothing
    She drinks Chardonnay at dusk
    While debating Fellini films
    Up in that down town studio

    It's 78 degrees out side
    She puts on her scarf
    Off to the whole foods store
    Walking with a cigarette in her hand...

    You probably never heard of her.
  19. katherine4

    katherine4 New Member

    Mar 11, 2012
    This is written by others. Just share:
    i care...

    do you?

    disposal value
    distingshion habbit

    did u know it?

    to give
    without wishing a payback

    each other
    all that matter

    bring a piece of joy
    put in other's soul
    ...and maybe
    just maybe they'll smile
  20. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    a glimpse of the recipe might help in the kitchen
    where the pot that never boils sits empty and fits in
    like a sentry with thick skin that can't fit in your sink
    descriptions to link an empty void to a saucer
    fill with milk spilled, over the word imposter
    written in bits of lucky charm posing as monsters
    in the closet next to hard water frames of the past
    down the drain, a lasting impression on a bill
    for the water wasted rinsing down bitter pills
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