About an English Teacher
But scary!
What hair through local atmosphere breaks?
It is Caldwell and her mushroom cloud poof
Run, white boy, run!
Caldwell's scorn for the grammatically weak
Is that with which the forces of Hell
Cannot compete
Nothing
Pass the time watching nothing
Go through the day in a fluid state
Never wanting, never caring
Never rejecting, always expecting
Blades of emptiness slice away at the air
The void was filled by the deepening hole
Stand on the edge, but can't fall in
Nothing's in the way, and
Nothing's there to pull
Curious
I didn't know it would feel like this
A sea of salty droplets surrounding
Like a saucer around every limb while
Hand both embraces and rejects
Everything ever longed to grasp and
Everything ever dreaded to touch
The cat has been beaten, stabbed and
Torn apart by its closest and dearest
Killer, whom never has threatened but has
Only promised -
A killer's promise,
Proven to be brutally honest
Dreams
Replication breaks of the course of slumber,
Securely, falsly, or otherwise,
Discouraged and forgotten morphi
Hound the unveiling of an additional chapter,
Waiting to be recalled and
Defected from practiced uniformity
Memories disconnected and hours go by,
Unaffected in how we're remembered,
The method seared and severed
Dry
Desaturated with essence
Inspiration once welled
WHY can't I get it out
All I have to do is
OPEN MY MOUTH
It will all flow out
Streaming thoughts of everything
All bound inside
Fortified expression
Drained into a fusty culvert of
Gripping writer's block
And every bad idea I've ever had,
Leaving me with next to nothing
Burned
When the hours crawl to midnight,
I've added a brand new day,
To the list of reaons why I can't see,
Why I should crawl another day.
The stairway leads to a pinnacle,
I climb, but the steps always break.
On the ground is where I'm always found,
And only pain keeps me awake.
My affluence has yet to return,
And spat promises unveiled as lies.
I bend the bars of my reason's cage,
While the illusions burn through my eyes.
And then the clock dies out at midnight,
To the pile - another day,
And I would gladly scratch ink to my list,
But I'm burned out for today.
Anticipating the Light of Day
How long has it been
Since you were dragged in
Kicking and screaming
We see where you've been
Aim off by a mile
You reply with a smile
Laughing and bleeding
But your time is now
Dying breath
Echoes fill the void
Unending darkness
Crawl inside and wait
It will be here come daybreak
You keep telling yourself that
And it's true, you know
But daybreak never comes
Transcending is ending
Your will - it is bending
Praying and fearing
Your faith - it needs mending
It hurt all the while
And still yet you smile
Laughing and bleeding
But it's all over now
Dying breath
Deafening silence
Unending darkness
Crawl inside and wait
It will be here come daybreak
You keep telling yourself that
And it's true, you know
But daybreak never comes
Fearing and waiting
Faith dissipating
You'll never see daylight again
Self-Portrait
Deep blue fills the canvas
Black is on the brush
Bristle lines strike through thought
Of how something never was
A coat of pain and strokes of blood
Splotches of gray life
Now the clock above his head
And outlines scratched by knife
The smile is false and eyes are lost
Bleeding out the ears
A vacancy for his memory
So no need to mark in tears
Unfocused enigma for landscape
He stands next to no one
Fingers unclenched for this pose
Self-portrait finally done
Under a False Sky
The burning sun beams down
Chasing out the last screams of the night
A cry is heard
To deny of the invading light
Pleas rejected
Cores of souls infected
Oblivion is all to which they're perpetually defected
A dire deed has been waiting to be undone
But this battle can never truly be won
Seizing paranoia is the rule of the land
The only fighting is the biting of the silent feeding hand
All hopes that ever were
Are burried under layers of sand
The tainted sun invades the tortured souls
Begging for something to regain control
The false sky stretches out into the night
Creator of the darkness but ward of the fright
Turn it off
Leave the world outside
Be blind to the trajedy
Turn a deaf ear to the flooding cries
Live life under a false sky
God swings on the gallows
As the heavens come crashing down
All the fiercest warcries
Are muted to a whimpering sound
Truth rejected
Humanity infected
Horror is that which all are perpetually subjected
Turn it off
Fever
Stepping off into the darkness
Since have fallen into never
Awakened in this black oblivion
Blinded eyes give way to fever
Seeing now what could have been
Never seeing into forever
Peace brings destructive preparations
Ever insuring cure to fever
All is now, now is blackened
To where, for what, how so, no, never
Blinding light or singing darkness
Echoes cast off feed the fever
Feel the sickness, grasp the plague
Going, falling, where, whenever
Burning, sinking, quickly dying
Hold the sickness, stowe the fever
Standing, fighting, madness grinning
All that is and will be, never
Cannot bring back, twisting inferno
Feed it, keep it, grasp the fever
Suburban Pimp
freestyle by MC Sandpimp, aka E-Pac
Aight dawg, I'm 'a lay it out one time.
dis be da real sheeit from a real street pimp, ya herd? as soon as I gets signed its gonna go ULTRA PLATINUM just like my grill
I wake up in da mo'nin' on top of my hoes
An I tell Shaqueeta to get up an' wash all my clothes
Cuz a pimp ain't nuttin widdout his pimp wardrobe
An' his money an' his hoes an' his cane an' his dope
So I slide on my fuzzy slippas, kick back and watch a show
About pimps like me an' all the playas dey know
Den my neighbor's probation officer shows up while I'm pickin' my 'fro
So I'm like "I KEEP TELLIN' YA, NIGGA! THE DUDE LIVES NEXT DO'!"
An' he's all like "Ah, I apologize, sir; my mistake."
Whitey took him and made him talk like that, what else will dey take?!
Baquita brings me a bowl of cheerios, an' I watch her ass shake
Until my mom comes down da stairs, yellin' like she owns da place
She's yellin', "Why the hell are all of these black girls in my house?!"
So I'm like, "I'm sorry, mama, I'll make them all get out."
It be hard bein' a pimp when my mom's up an' about
Now she's like, "Stop rapping or I'll kick you out!"
Thought Stream
A hobby becomes my duty
Splash words to a blank page
I'm reliant and dependant
There's nothing else to do
When you're your only audience
The words don't have to make sense
They always have meaning to me
I spear them as they jump
Seeing my own faults, but letting them escape
To continue on their rampage
Through my lucid dreamscape
Tradition is a bonus
In the task at hand
Necessities are those
That break the bindings of idle hands
This progression is an omen
Of a series of successions
In the coincidentals
Of the beginnings of prepositions
Broken once realized
Defected once called
Ended on discovery
Words cut off, progression stalled
A Day in the Life of a Sandpimp
Yo stop, sit down, relax and go limp
I'll educate you on a trip named MC Sandpimp
Yeah, that's me, if you didn't already know
I'm known as a poet with unparalleled flow
Some chumps say I'm nothing but a walking ego
Do you know any egos that can walk? Didn't think so
So how about you keep off my back and off my sandals
Cuz I'll pillage your villiage like a Saxon or a Vandal
Slide down the trebble, raise up the bass
So I can get pumped and poised to rape your face
I'll alter your pitch and the tone in your solo
Like a Floyd Rose-licensed double-locking tremolo
Best get ready, chump, I hope you got the memo
That the Sandpimp's gonna show in a pimpin' stretch limo
He'll pour out the ride with 20 girlies at his side
Now's your chance to either step up or continue to hide
Got somethin' to say? Son, ya best spill it
I'll fry any MC like an egg in a skillet
Sunny-side-up, scrambled or over easy
Then I'll wipe ya clean like a hobo with a squeegee
I gotta piss, so let's break for a minute
Just listen to beat while I let my DJ spin it
Rollin' down the street in my 3.80
Playa posers all hating, mentally masturbating
The girlies on standby, waving just to say Hi
I tried to stop, but my brakes failed and I drove by
I pulled the e-brake and slid to a stop
But by that time I was already at the next block
Yo -- that block sucked hard
So I rode slow to the garage, got brake fluid in my car
Everytime I stop, I got the girls with the flirtations
Saying "Hello, sir, would you like to make a donation?"
Holding out boots, using this new lingo with a smile
Asking for money? Nah, you just don't know the new style
I'm ready to attack anything and anyone
Just as long as they don't have a knife or a gun
Or a taser, or a bat, or a bottle of mace
Trust me, you don't want that sprayed in your face
Some hoochie sprayed me once, I had to get out fast
So I jumped in the car and slammed on the gas
It was bumper-to-bumper and I couldn't see
So it's a good thing I didn't think to find my keys
After I figured out why my engine wasn't rumbling
Looking for my keys, fumbling, choking and stumbling
I popped the hood and took the lid off the injection
Put the alcohol in my eyes like I do with infections
That didn't help much, it just stung like hell
The hood fell on my hands and I started to yell
I started to shake and stomped on the ground
But a helpful citizen was nowhere to be found
So I did what comes naturally and spat rhymes like a seal
A seal that happens to spit rhymes that you can envision and feel
And someone helped me out, freed my hands and splashed my face
Then I cried when I saw it was the bitch with the mace
She said she helped me so I might finally shut up
But we all know that this ho knows w'sup
I kept my composure, making sure not to lose it
Hopped back in the Grand Natty to hit the streets, cruisin'
I'd tell you what happened then, but this is getting too long
There's almost enough words here for a commercially viable song
So y'all can stop reading and scrolling with your mice
All I did was replace the lyrics of that song by Vanilla Ice
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