The inquiry of the year cannot be told
Spoken of, heard of, or left out in the cold
Like askin for face up, then havin to fold
Spilling the coffee, hot... black.. and bold.
Kept up in our brains, so weak and so old
A priceless heirloom never to be sold
Or a time capsule buried and covered in mold.
A constant weight too heavy to hold
A thousand pound triple nugget of gold
Lost deep within glaciers in the North Pole.

nice... you do open mic shit?

nah, i just like to crack open words like they was acorns. I watched this movie called "Freestyle" and it helped me see my ways. I'm going to use this little thread to post my rhymes..

Feel free, by all means, to do the same.

For instance, if I may take a moment.. to explain this difficult slope in.. the hillside of my brain, curvy as it seems, awkward all the same. Synapses trigger grins when silence is found within, and my face (for the first time since I don't know when) feels just like it did when I was 10.

i'm just gonna go ahead real quick and add this to the threads i never check.

I'm feeling your flows man. I'll have to check out that movie.

ok let me try....

i like oranges.

shoot.

keep em comin indy

aight.. just one more day, one more shortcut, and one more way.. to cheat out this routine, I've been living all along.. just like you and your friends, until all of this is gone. who will tell the ending, who will guess the thoughts, of email text transactions pending, and a bunch of things I've bought.. online.. cut it's there.. it's all online, for us to stare.. at.

sittin at my spot, on the clock, on the dot.. of the pages that will turn, in the history books they'll burn, away at the brains and minds of students, who do nothing, but become more stupid, as they listen to the shit that pours, through every government sponsored drug war, and eventually they'll end up in cubes, boxes, long, short, brand new and used.. They'll sit in front of their screens and wait, until their number is called at the gate. They'll all stop typing, they'll all stop clicking, a quiet place they'll find inside of their bodies not ticking.

You are most definitely the new Eminem.

And that's a good thing in my opinion.

i think you mean this

hahahaha.. oh damn that's funny, red and yellow m&m be rolling up green like money, done near freaked yellow out cold style, while red is chillin... lookin forward to that dope pile. Awww shit son, which movie did we come to see? I don't know yellow.. mutha f*ckin beats me.

what the fuck are you talking about?

Haha, that's awesome!

Saw a cop down the block, shoot a man, 6 times and then stopped, filled the clip and spat out his mouth, "fuck you man, lights out.." - and the last sound was heard, a bullet passing through every nerve, of the man's bloody head, the 7th shot knocked him dead.

that was a good one.. i actually imagined it

Visualizations. Good stuff.

i visualized, that I died, in my sleep it was terrible, both eyes blind, veins slit, unmentionable ... insides rotten, teeth to the bone, body boiling, rotten.. so far from home. I woke up, dead, that's it.. back to bed.

Then onwards to the presidents, who don't really see the evidence, that this country is a sham, of white bread and ham, or is that peanut butter and jelly, cuz that's all we can afford, to feed our hungry bellies, as we're all weathering the storm.. of uncertainty and slumps, we find our best housing in the dumps.. cutting down precious trees to stumps. Urban sprawl, urban decay, we need to say, to these people in power, that they need to devour, the words that we're screaming, every minute of every hour. But words fall on deaf ears, that choose not to listen, the president insists that our economy must stiffen, the pants of every nation excited by our wealth, as we rape everything from them, sense of pride, sense of self.