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: Antidotess [With Future Edits]

Another Gem from the *Journal Poetry Vault
--Next Release 6.10.10
smh Enjoy!?



He [was] the Antidote
No chemical composition
Always in position
Overtime after fission and 'friction'-
Was broken down to a poison
He just [kept] 'makin noises'
'Hey-stop makin noises!'
Given chills by the voices
Her voice is his weakness
The reason he [still] fiends for her breathing
'Dag-even her snoring isn't boring?'
Believe it!
We're bonded
It'd be treason if I leave then
So who's leavin?
Not he
Not she
I guess its [was] we then
Our and us
And oh 'nala-dreamin'
Only appeased when-
He's 'holdin her'
The reason?
She [was] 'close to his heart'
No literally!- he means it
Never broken apart
After walks in the park
@>-- textual roses and art-
Well art being the poetry part
Her beauty is why he [loathed] when its dark
But not at the movies-I like that alooot
We chill when its hot
And when its chilly shes hot
She does exist!
Forget what the 'scientist' thought
We the coolest niggas what?
On fire- a burnin desire
That's raw life!
Thrones of bones-cushioned with tires-
Spike wire rings-turned with needle nose pliers
We do with what we got- MacGyver!?
But LIVE'rrr
And higher!
A bus bench with wings?
Floatin pass those weird-sparkling things..
Yea 'I could do this forever'
Then again i'd rather progress
How am I your antidote when you're my antidotess?
Smh
Even if I am a poisonous mess...
[Still] 'You the,you the best'


~wind blows!
~TyEVERYWHERE

Bored Writing: Tears of Acrimony

Most certainly!
Kill me with animosity
Triple A!
Antipathy Asperity Astringency
Belligerent bitterness and malevolence
Pure malice and mordancy causing causticity
Evilly corrosive and cynically supercilious mysteries
As I indifferently explore the unapproachable-
Unresponsive and antisociable
Still frivolous missin ms seemingly unemotional
While friends quietly coaching you
Oh its just a rapture of words
Take in and then splurge
Altho silent but blatantly heard
Encrypted unlearned
Until the pages are burned
Steammmmmm
Vented
Vintage
Past tense
A crazed mans wrathful rappin
Until theres no air
Voices bathed in plastic
Vocal chords stretched by wretched acid
Broke out
Just the mouth
The rest is trapped in
'why don't you just break free'
ACRIMONY!
*Sarcastic back hand*
Fighting is futile for a trying black man...

~swolb dniw

Lupe Fiasco On the Importance of Lyrics

ErnEDITS recently caught up with Lupe to get his thoughts on the importance of lyrics in music.