Bored Writing: Circa TwenTy Eleven

Just a message, why not start the year off with an poetic expression

Hmm.

I guess it was a year of awkwardness

Working thru my pains,

Annd tripping over obstacles

Alittle more stress,

Alittle less hair follicles

Walking thru a scene where the ground tends to swallow you

But there's always a savior

..A beacon to the darkness

A few of them could love

And a few of them were heartless

Home is where the heart is

..Mine is an apartment

So if you stay alone I don't mind being partners

We can share the love,

The most general of truths

Agape to my friends,

Sore Eros to recluse's

If you don't know me Now then im reaching out to you

And those that know me Well can consider themselves few

So I tap this on a pad,

Let it telephone to you

Im forwarding this message,

And ReTweeting it for truth

I write this on your walls,

And I'm sending it to all

And I'm hopefully not biting off more than I can chew

A year is man made,

Buts whats a thousand years to you.?

Forget about a day, I have other goals in view

Today is just a day so be careful what you do

Beware of who you're with and watch out for who you..knew

~wind blows.!

Circa Sixten Oh!nine II: The Redux*

More gloomy than it appears with blood burgundy tears

Forget endings that begin

I'm ending this to end.!

Where everything I see is an emotion that I kill.!

Where every lucid image of my memory is real.!

..And I can choke it dead with all the pain that is unhealed

You're 'not as heartless as I think'.?

..You got your only heart from me.!

...You crushed it with your hands,

....And you would beat it when it beats

I guess you werent use to all the realness that you see

Love mixed with sin is the perfect recipe

Where the sweetness of the taste hints stale calamity

And the smell that will linger is the scent insanity

My mind paints the picture of you smiling at this cake

..While my tears burst into flames and burn down my face

My sweat turns to acid..more toxic than a waste

And my body melts down until my image is erased

You cant catch me now,..

No remnants for your chase

Except for empty vessels filled with purple colored paste

...because, dreams fall and break

....And look at all the mess that it makes -__-

~wind blows.!

* The definition of Redux means brought back, revisited. This version of Sixten Oh!nine II

is a different view of the last version..the last version of Sixten Oh!nine II can be read here: http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150328893639046 as well as the first ever version of Sixten Oh! nine here: http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=457123669045 ..

Journal Poetry Vault: A Folly Melancholy

*The Journal Poetry Vault is usually a personal set of poetry.but on rare occasions i release it.

'It's something I cant explain with no lecture.

How can I tell you how love feels with no texture.?'

I saw a jacket yesterday,

It was purple with some buttons

My friend asked why I froze,

I told him I was buggin

.It was something you would wear,

..It was something you would like,

...Something I would purchase if it ever was my right

These things happen often,

Almost every single night

For a fraction of a second I lose hearing,speech and sight

Then a loud *bang* occurs and I'm back into the light,

..I'm back to feeling good,

Like my memory was wiped

And then I'm over-zealous,

And sometimes mellow-hyped

On these Sunrainy days,

On those Snowscorching nights

I'm ready for a change..'cuz the seasons always do

Where summertime is red,

If the wintertime is blue

Purple is the spring,

I guess fall is too

But what happens when these colors all blend into a hue.?

Where the fall is like the spring,

The summer strips the leafs,

And the winter makes you sweat from the humidity it leaves

Normality itself isn't far off from a dream

And I'm hoping what I hope IS really how it seems

My sight and sounds return with defraction of my pain

Here's a cloud of crowded glory for my melancholy's reign -__-

..

....

iTs soMethInG i Cant eXpLain wiTh nO lEcturE.

hoW cAn i tEll yoU hOw loVe fEels wIth nO tExtuRe.?

~wind blows.!

Bored Writing: BioLyricism ft. Tanesha Ivey

Tanesha Ivey:

The components of life I strive to thee,

a line, one complete masterpiece.

A piece so vaguely drawn complicated as if the morning dawn.

Yonder where thy art is born,

while others are harshly scorned.

To the point of no return,

that line turned diagonally so far gone

cannot see this majesty.

Simple as the horizon,

but distressful as the travel of blood,

a heart beats every minute when this clock stops ticking

the deadline is never ending.

The ending of yours but beginning of a lifeline

sparking an active streak,

as the artist draws it speaks,

to everyone willing to listen to the stories told

of those who behold, the world with all their might

Strutting about the new found fight,

to not be just a pigment in space

Where the dots are connected,

a false move and you are disconnected from life

that line same as a neonate

in the womb of a mother’s umbilical cord without it survivals at stake

Ty (me):

I live on this lyricism

'I feed on it's art'

Where it once layed dorment,

Now it bleeds from it's heart

But ironicly its good,

That it freely imparts,

That it gives me its words,

And it stands by remarks

Isnt it right for words to be intelligent.?

And isnt it okay to 'indulge' in its excellence.?

I learned long ago that words have power,

And art from the heart can seek and devour

But im the eater of my words,

I am what i eat,

I am the intelligence that hangs in my teeth

Its a gift

Its a privledge..for whomever it will reach

For as long as this lyricism lives, i am..me

~wind blows.!

Bored Writing: Memory Board

Thoughts forged from before on my Memory Board

I hate my memories

They always sneakin up on me O.o

I guess my memories misery loves company

Or maybe its exciting..it MUST live from buggin me

Tossed into deep thought of images that are falacies

Like spanish cursive and cheeseburgers flipped in Tuscani

..As I'm explaining this feeling,these memories are disrupting me

But you can take custody,

I'll give you allll my thoughts,

Along with a jar of my screams in a box

..

Warning ..Strong stuff.!

Not makin believe,

But you can only see how my artistry bleeds

'Alittle rain and some seed makes flowers a trees,

Carried on by the wind and the seas,

'Till im old,

Kids yelling: "More Ovaltine pleeease!"'

..That was the dream

Still rooting for realities team

But not liking how my chances could seem

I study bored like Monopoly fiends,

..and refuse to leave my goals in my dreams

Yea, i think its just a poetry thing

Now all my memories absorb into flames.

In any games that I lose, I go out with a *BANG*

And now your 'eyes' never 'hear'ing the same O.o

~wind blows.!

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Bored Writing: The Cosby Kid

Youre only right if you say:

..we live perfect lives on opposite day

Everything is perfect -__-

The sky is falling upward

Blood drains thick,

The consistency of mustard

And my tears bleed,

Red rumbles from the puddles

Emotion and its Voices crowd around in a huttle

And altho its suttle,

Another sound beckons

Telling me whats seen is a new type of lesson

..Telling me my eyes are new to this vision

I stare at this ignorance and act like I listen

..Age doesnt matter

Drama freezes time

And what you don't know shouldn't give you peace of mind

I told you im not simple

..I have complexities in mind,

And I figure it the best to keep them covered where they hide

I look at situations and I give them crooked eyes

..I give them tired stretches

Cuz' im really not suprised

No matter what you go thru..never ever dignify,

that you're the only one

..Theres over 7 billion lives

Money doesn't cure

And stress comes with bills

The same as many symptoms come with medication pills

So because I wear khakis don't look at me as weird

Deep inside the ridges are the problems that you fear

A human dying slowly in a rich mans gear

A bum crying often dripping diamond dust tears

It doesn't change the action..so forget how it appears

The only thing that matters is I struggle but im here

So why should I relay it to be fathomed and compared.?

When I see you're problems im not bothered, I just stare

But for the same person to say I don't understand

Just know that you dont know me, but that's exactly what I..planned

~wind blows.!

Bored Writing: Close Outcast

They hope our tears burst into flames and burn down our face

Am i the only one.?

Can't you see the pain.?

Is everyone around me playing pawns in little games.?

I'm viewing from this board where everybody moves the same

So i moved alittle different, now the world thinks im strange

But who could care less

I asked for this stress

I literally put everybody to the test

I'm supposed to be an outcast

And made to be astray

They tell me that its right but I challenge anyway

I was built for destruction

..But I've overcome its way

That's why I seem inpurposely so permanent today

What if you were weak..but then became strong

What if you were short..but then became tall

Now everybody laughs if occasionally you're wrong

They've forgot about the past or their memory is fogged

Screaming: "Hopefully you fail!"

..the past tense of fall

As the breath that I inhale is infected sabatoge

Where the ground that I walk isn't level likee.. at all

But I know I'm not alone...we are 7 million strong!

A piece of this puzzle,

..A section of the stars

The forest from the trees,

..And the bottle from a bar

If we're here all together

Then divided we will fall

Just remember that a movement that is different isn't..wrong

~wind blows.!

Bored Writing: Vaulted Portrait

..soMetImeS lEsS fOcUs cAn heLp YoU sEe tHe iMagE

How should i begin.?

How can i explain.?

This artistry is like the cells that flow in thru my veins

This 'heart' in me is like a 'harp',

..The 'beating' is the 'strings'

I close my eyes and hold my chest and picture everything

..But the picture is so plain,

The mixture is so vain

..So i tap into the memories I've held since I began

I draw upon my life, my course ,and everything Ive changed

Now the image that I picture is mural that's insane

The color drips of rage,

The seasoning is sage,

The hue is darkened burgandy that leaks into the page

An optical illusion how it twists into a maze

As exciting as it is, I'm both disgusted and amazed

Now I wipe up the memory,

..I clean up everything

The only thing i picture is the smudges that remain

Alittle grey..alittle green..in a bluish kind of way

But the image isnt certain,so i figured its okay

This 'harp' is more treacherous than anything i know

If my brain is like Gepetto then im strung just like a bow

Im fighting the compressions pushing many to and fro

But im anchored to the ground steady as the wind that blows

I open up my eyes

Where everything is white and cold

Where figures wait alone to be sculpted into molds

So I give unto you art in forms of everything i know

But when you finish viewing..just be sure to close the door

Thru chains and vaults

...Thru peaks and faults

....Thru valley streams and foggy troughs

Just incase you wondered what it would be like to see my thoughts

~wind blows.!

Dream Writing: Full Eclipse

*The 5th lyric ive ever completed fully in my head before writing it down

Telekinesis impossible..so is this moving you.?

Full Eclipse

..Can it cover over memories.?

Where the moon shines bright,

With the sun as its centerpiece

I'm seeing it front of me

..Surrounded by the clouds where its lightning and thundering

Paralyzed in eyes and I'm wondering

Why so close but so far?..Come to me

As i reach into the sky

My feet move from under me

Im all up in the air

Theyre amazed as they stare at me

"..How is he.?.."

"..Blasphemy.!.."

People pace sporadicly

Well my body IS of water

..so the moon has a pull me

All of these created things..

Take the place of settled pain

It eases and appeases everything that's sitting on my brain

My yoke is feather-weight now

I aint comin back down

My load is light

..The time is right

...I'm never gonna settle down

..

....

...

But just as i begin to think

A flock of birds begin to flee

I wonder why..

..This isn't right

The sky is filled with flashing lights

And sadly its the human type -__-

They fog the air

They're everywhere

..The sound comes late as they appear

The full eclipse is sitting there

..

...

..

.

They never even hesitate,

to shoot the rockets in its face...

Yelling: "'Ready.Aim..Fire.!'

*Bang*

Dang,

..eVery dReaM Is asSembLy reQuirEd"#

...everything created can expire

I write this to inspire

For we destroy most of what is made

..But just because you CAN doesn't mean try to.!

~wind blows.!

Circa Sixten Oh!nine Part II (Annual Poetry)

A date imprinted on my mind with ink..and it gets more toxic everytime that i think

This is really real.

This is what it seems.!

Pinch yourself for proof,

..What i say is what i mean

This is two years of emotion packed into a single seam

But if you rip the fabric it'll shatter into dreams

My heart is in my hand

..And this date is on my sleeve

So you can see it easy

Everything is whats percieved

Im standing with a hammer yelling:

"Who else wants to leave.!"

If someone answers back then ill prolly take a swing

..a swing at my hand

But yall dont understand

Metaphors and similies don't always seem to land

As the hourglass erases every single spec of sand

Im staring in the air looking at my ceiling fan

Time is so stupid -__-

..You can call it 'trash'

The only thing thats 'wasted' when you smile or when you laugh

The past was just a failure that i never thought id have

And everyday i think about what i couldve had

..I couldve had you

But now im just harrassed

Haunted by these thoughts, I hear skitzophrenic laughs

As the voices whisper loudly that ill 'get another chance'

But they can keep on lying because they dont know the half

They dont know my future was determined by my past

..They dont know youre presence was a present that i had

Watching drama on these monitors and screens they seem to have

But there the mono's muted so the storyline is halfed

There's no hope for our future

..My mentors told me that

The three of them console me at meeting that we have

I told them it could work..and yet they beat me with their wrath

So im humbled,and im stumbled from the dreams i used to have

The benders on his way

So run your race with haste

..for 'that which is crooked can never be made strait'

And anything in ink can never be erased

So i jot this down with pen just to show you its not..fake

~wind blows.!

Another year adds just another dead memory

..a portrait in my mind with alyZ as the centerpiece

..gold chain jewelry and alaN to the left of me

...I failed a women once so the next will get the best of me

..yea, but who can get the best of me.?

Circa Sixten Oh!nine Part: 2 Coming Soon! (6/10/11)

Journal Poetry Vault

Circa Sixten Oh!nine II

Coming Soon.!

George Cursive L Presents: 6'4" 185lbs (to the 6 ft. 7 beat)

Some people love me, while other people hating
Those who love are close to God, the others close to Satan
Hating just inspires and it furthers motivation
I leave haters standing there, suspended animation
Sinning may feel good, but i'm not chasing that sensation
Changed the way I think and act, Call it renovation
The fact that you can't phase me shouldn't be a revelation
I'm on a higher plane without weed or meditation
Competition set ablaze, fired, termination
Planting seeds of my success, watch the germination
Future bound to sprout thanks to proper irrigation
Medicate these love sick girls, but may cause irritation
But I can remove the scars, be a dermabrasion
This may be the best wordplay, I've had since "The Equation"
Keep it on my mind like dough, no pluses or minus though
Always come out even, even if I'm moving kinda slow
Save the drama for your mama, you actors just gotta go
By all means put on a show....
Hehehe..... I'm going back
I know this girl who's ghetto due to California raising
She's beautiful and sweeter than a California raisin
She's really off the wall like Michael Jackson in his days and
I talk to her at days end, cause she is so amazing
I don't understand why people give me so much hassle
But my support team keeps me fortified like castles
School had hard knocks, Class of 08 on my tassle
Bullying these niggas, I'm like Butch unto these rascals
Talking to myself because I am a little crazy
Two sides to my story and they're both a little hazy
Like smoke from a swisher, there is never a clear picture
I relate to recipes because I am a mixture
Switch my style up, I guess that why I am unstable
Tryna fight my badness so unlike Cain I am Abel
I am just a hero trapped inside a villains body
Shotty at succeeding but I don't try to be naughty
Probably the best here, but not many listen
Tryna shine the light on them, but always seem to miss em
You can call me Cursive L or call me Mr. Lindsey
I must be a bird or plane, I'm up there where the winds be
I swear the river that I spit at times is never ending
But if my words evaporate, the can be condensending
Precipitate on niggas but I'm never raining men
But I'll flow to flood the river up and start it all again
Real recognizes real, so who the heck are you??
They're just them joker niggas, that usually come in two
And yeah them niggas wild, but I always call their bluff
They can't beat my royal flush....
I'm the King of Hearts and my Ace serves as my Queen too
And guys don't know Jack unless they have a Ten to cling to
I'm just tryna build a dynasty, like that Ming dude
Or like Belicheck, give me the trophy and the ring too
Anytime I put it down, it must be an epic rhyme
Silencing these bustas, see I'm turning all these clowns to mimes
Yeah, they better watch what they say and do
Before I get mad and go ape like a Saiyan do
No evolution, but hold on lemme think
I'm a poet rapper, call me "Missing Link"

Bored Writing: Words I Never Said

"I think that all the silence is worse then all the violence.

..fear is such a weak emotion, thats why i despise it.!"- L.F.

They say: "Remain silent.!

Don't forget to cover up"

Protect yourself by throwing dust

..Spinning kicks and uppercuts.!

Down with a fight

But don't forget my coming up.!

Replinished..

Now i finish what i started with a golden tongue

The world is such a lie

..The government is so stuck up

But now its going down

..Going down like the setting sun

Time to blow the trumpet just to show that we're victorious

And end it with that masterful song,so melodious

..But everyone is blind

...Where everything is peachy -__-

Gasoline is high

..and the oceans smell of fieces

I cant wait until the end

..the era that im preaching.!

Where the meek posses the earth,

..Along with never seen species

The truth is in my heart

So my eyes project my feelings

And what you see on screen is a daring kind of release

Words from from my mind..CAPITALIZED when im screaming

Bold in its thought

Italisized for stressed feeling

I HATE to say "i hate"

But i hate hating hate

And isnt love is a verb.? ,..never shown by what you say

This worlds about to end

Its the world you know today.!

.because it crumbles

..and it falls

...and its destruction's on the way

~wind blows.!

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The Last Reply: Hades Behavior

..sticks and stones can break your bones but words decapitate you

George will die melodramatical

Seeking to try Ty as sabatical

And retreat when i pry cells from his clavicles

And leave his eyes melting thru faces of shattered skull

This is killing with tongues

..Im as ill as they come

Slashing with battle tactics until my fingers are numb

I write as hot as the 'sun'

So pray me a saber to slay me a 'savior'

..A titanium blade for crushing his cranium later

...You like my Hades behavior.?

This constitutes a revolution

..My malice slated in restitution

...I came and amalgamated his evolution with calibrated electricutions

That germinated the mold

This serpent hated the cold

..where verses ate him and regurgitated him whole

I perforate lyrical souls.!

Left invertibrated he folds

Exterminated as told

Then i advance with several celestial sword swinging swordsmen

Projecting blaphemic fantastic chapters in fractions towards him

To leave him physically disfigured in ritualistic symbols of art

..Rip him apart with encrypted lyrics that cripple his heart

Split him in half with sadistic methods developed in darkness

Leave him impaled on his wall and laugh at the swell of his carcus

..Rip his mind in four

...Shatter his frame in six ways

....And take a switchblade to engrave my tag in his ribcage

Cells splatted leave no lyrical membranes

I told you i was playing and BEEN trained.!

George,Nick, Cursive or whatever his name is,

.If you're flames, im cold rain

..Left with smokey remainders

~wind blows.!

PS: I dont want this to seem like association so i made this last reply simply amazing...Much love to all my brothers and sisters..even those fighting to return in the future.