If anyone actually reads this, this blog is back up.

for my martian

I spit sick verbals,

Kicking over spoken word hurdles,

Sittin in my kitchen,

Milk in my cereal curdles,

Kickin ass and takin names,

Mothafuckin’ ninja turtles,

Be the ones takin lives,

Sittin starin at my cookin knives,

Shook and jive,

Stayin live I hit the stage,

Castin spells on mind,

Like a 75 mage,

Age, something ive never felt,

Actin like im 30,

Only 23 under my belt,

Words dirty Im flirty,

Ya blinkin and thinkin,

He keep on passin me by,

Too fly cedes whip,

Banger with a leather grip,

Take two fingers from the hip,

I slip dip and ride,

High on the clouds

Like the ancients

Shit blangin im sayin

Keep prayin to ya false gods

Improv is in store

Treat it like a chore

Whore sore for how im rockin

Dolomite clockin

Time is tick tockin

Body rock and shock ya

Block ya view of the murda scene

Im a clean mean rhyming machine

A Team Stay Sheen Im Keen

On how ya flip it

But I shit kicka verse

Body in a herse

Cuz words perverse

When im comin first I kill it

Fa real kid I sealed it

Down and shut ya greed and gluttony

Making you want some of me

The keeb lee rip a microphone precisely

I might be the illest emcee

Ya ever did see or heard of

With absurd love I write this

Fuck that I mic this

I might risk

Doubt from haters

Universally known as relaters

Of that whack shit

My tactic will clap it

Down clown frown night on the town

And im comin for ya crown.

Sound off sound bomb

its a revival, ghetto styleeee.

this one goes out to lauf on the BEP message board... my first fan... written in my vision of her perspective.

title in progress:

I want to live beneath the dirt,
a place away from all the hurt,
I concur to reassure the allure,
of feeling less than no worth.

Iron Like A Lion in Zion ma man marley say,
as i lay here thinking what will become of this day,
another feeling in the back of my head,
hard as a rock, but not lifeless or dead.

Surrounded by silence,
no human to be heard,
only insects to lean on,
Im in flight like a bird.

Outside of my eden a new life is breathing,
the advance at a glance soon rants and raves,
words no longer conjugate,
letters become slaves.

In the days that have passed,
I have learned one thing,
Immunity in life,
is what these thoughts may bring.

-keeb

 

 

smiling happily througout the day,
visions of life turning sand to clay,
solid emotions, solid beliefs,
solidity seems to keep giving me grief,
as i sit and type, i wonder why,
is this earth so complicated, yet still i try,
to keep it moving, to keep it alive,
for to live for the day, is to never die.

quicky for the mickey i shitty upon thee and make thine swine whine in agony the bad of me cannot see the faces, the traces and races in my mind inclined to find the kind of fluidity i need.

The Insight has asked me to allow them to add this page to theirs. I have no problem with that so I figured i'd start posting again.

todays CT Post horoscope:
The turn your relationship takes today is a lucky one. Youll be suprised at what someone really thinks. Seize the chan\nce to use your originality and imagination, which you ofter underestimate.

bah. right... lol

moon glow
the sun shuts her eyes to the world. Her vibrant rays removed. The end of a long day slowly the world dims and darkens warm and soft alone in bed. Rushing waves flow in my head. Im overwhelmed with my exhaustion and fall into a deep sleep and time passes...a magical gust of wind makes my creamy curtains flow stroking my face softer than an angels touch. Thin strands of hair dance gracefully in the breeze bending and turning with the unpredictable currents. sparking dust drops from the heavens above.
jil dawe

my CT post Horoscope for today:

A relationship problem comes to a head, but communication will solve everything. Love is still at core.


HAHAHAHAHAHA
right.

bah, the thought raged from my mind when thoughts collide with time,
nah, in disgust is expelled from tries,
reading back on memories archived,
dark clouds rain black sleet on the once unique,
the now bleek and crippled from cheek to cheek,
why lie? hypocrite.

here is my reflections contest entry: (idea was : signs of courage)


Feel it coarse through veins,
soar over the plains, as it drains from your soul,
its what is put in, fit in,
the puzzle without the muzzle on mouth,
of the river that sends, slits, and slivers arrows from the quiver piercing your heart,
this part is courage, the courage to flourish from porous caverns of the mind, time and space,
but in this particular setting, this particular mood,
the food for your brain is the chain that you hold to maintain the courage to stay sane.
Not sugar cane plantation, previous generation, or misdirected complication can deny,
What courage can supply, heal, and dry in a wound,
Your tomb is where your encased, in this case,
The taste is bitter but the cake is sweet,
Feelings come together,
Thoughts are complete,
Defeat this game, convert it to fame and shame shall not win,
It will be finished with a grin not realities made from life’s sins,
Gently I float on the mental river boat with lyrics that I quote,
Spirits that have shown what can be grown from a simple seed,
A simple need has surmounted the largest deed with that characteristic,
That, “have I become too simplistic, or far from realistic?” situation you’re thrown in,
So display without dismay just how courage can nourish a life,
And prove that you can face a new day in a new way.

i dont know why the fuck im fuckin wit' you,
say i dont know, ask my man inner child,
with the inner smile grown so vile,
from the man with the myle,
put the evidence upon a trial,
what ive missed and just dismissed,
with out locomotion ocean movin commotion,
the potion to heal my wounds,
is not of average wizadry,
craft, or mimicary,
this image be, painted vibrant on my canvas,
will be touchdown like a landing in which i planned it.

a light could be ripping through darkness,
if emptiness is filled with completeness,
heat this and burn into your consciousness,
this thoughtfullness, could be compelled to hapiness,
drasticness would be achieved,
daggers would be unsheathed,
to battle the foes of time,
the woes of the mind,
the holes that rewind,
and play again to repeat for ten,
or some odd years,
a marionette playing upon the fears,
and insecurities that ring throughout my ears.

decision. infusion into the soul,
the ending i will not know,
or hold in my hands,
to grasp in my clutch,
what has to be perceived,
isnt much, of what i wanted.
or need, what i bleed,
is for you, what i plant,
is my seed into your mind,
to let you know the time,
which is now, that i would vow,
to be yours in bliss,
was it the kiss, or what i missed,
that makes me think of you more?

Dear Lord you show me the best of times
You show me the worst of time
Confusion all over my mind but still I be bustin' rhymes
And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need
And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed
We proceed with the mic bless
Crashin' in your likeness
More deadlier than vipers
Lyric spirit snipers
Ignite us
We'll be candles in the dark
Solid like Noah's Ark
I was destined for this part
In the scheme of thangs
We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings
But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips
Now who's equip to come up on a grip
-Zion I (Silly Puddy)