POET'S CORNER

Everyone look up Saul Williams; BEST POET ALIVE!

Most of his work started as Poetry/ Spoken word, and even then they were mind-blowing, then he put it to music and SHABAM!!!

Be sure to get good and stoned then go on google and listen to some of his work. When you are blown away by it BUY HIS ALBUMS!

Listen to the versions without music and read along with the lyrics AMAZING



blow out the candles, i wait in the

darkness, like a vandal. the silloutte

of set in this mirror on the mantle.

fire place is in the heart. water

places the art 'round the island of

desiring wheremost primitives stalk

sacrificing their daughters, but these

primordial waters carry a feminine

agenda that no man ever taught us.

true they captured and caught us,

transported, sold us, and bought us. they

constituted and lawed us, distorted truths

that they taught us. we rebelled, then

fought us. we conformed, then

they formed us. Now these niggas rhyming

'bout material possessions. My adidas are

three years old, like my daughter, niggas

rhyme 'bout alize and need to rhyme about

water. but out of chaos comes order

out of chaos comes order out of chaos comes

order....Fake niggas run for the border

Memories of an old friend and walks

Missing those long walks through trees that were spaced tightly with
moss hung
Following that path, a once old road now overgrown tall grass, tires
tracks years faded
A clearing ahead a large pond, beyond the geese take flight from the
slightest distrubance
As quietly one could amongst twigs crackling, closer drawn the waters
edge wanting not to be seen
Sounds of nature yet quiet and still those sounds so longed to take in
Breath deeply this air not seen, cleansed of filth sweetened by the earth
I miss those long walks through the trees that were spaced tightly with
moss hung

i dont know, i think i can read so fast, simply because i like reading and am interesting in reading.

also , i picked up a few tricks along the way, read about techniques to reading and tried them out.

I am sittin on the clouds
I got smoke coming from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon
I got the whole world at my feet
Playin’ touch football on Marijuana Street
Or in a marijuana field
You are so beneath my cleats
Get high, so high that I feel like lying
Down in a cigar
Roll me up & smoke me cause
I feel like dying






Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis The 13th
Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine
I’m at the top of the top but still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine
Pop, Pop, I feel like flying, then I feel like frying, then I feel like dying



I can mingle with the stars & throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars
I have just boarded a plane without a pilot
And violets are blue,
Roses are red
Daisies are yellow,
The flowers are dead
Wish I can give you this feeling that I feel like buying
And if my dealer don’t have no more, then I feel like dying



-weezle strong-

holiday poem

Christmas is coming.......thug is getting fat

Won't you please put a penny in bobbooty's hat

If you haven't got a penny......a big fat joint will do

If you haven't got a big fat joint.......then it sucks to be you

Christmas Carols Killed the Music

Did you ever consider,
the disruption of it all?
The confusion of the senses,
when Santa comes to call?

November's when it really starts,
the Gringe begins to frown,
because the Christmas decorations appear,
like coloured litter through the town.

You cannot get normal food,
it is all sweet Christmas treat.
They hide the steaks out the back,
while they flog thier turkey meat.

Everything is marked up,
it all costs a few bucks more.
Just the seasonal usage of us,
poor corporation's whore.

Increased police presence on the roads,
to keep it under control.
Just some holiday revenue,
with the government roadway toll.

The people all around me,
do not really help my mood.
Thier expectation of a present,
both expensive and crude.

With insincere cheerfulness,
they try and take a single day;
and infest a month with Christmas ,
in each and every way.

The worst thing is while shopping,
I enjoy the retro pop,
yet come near end November,
my head is filled with Chrismas slop.

Obscure choirs of children,
singing out thier hearts.
The umpteempth Christmas album,
of some nostalgic fart.

All clutter up my eardrums,
with thier carols and thier tune.
Which I then spend the day humming,
my mind a Christmas ruin.

So not only does Christmas,
give your wallet a pick.
It can be said that the carols,
killed the good music.

lol ID

There once was a man from Nantucket..

meh.. Nevermind .. lol

I saw him on You Tube growing Apapulco Gold

There was a man from Nantucket,
who put some Gold seeds in a bucket.
They grew ten foot tall,
he took clones from them all;
now he has a field full to 'pluck et'. lol ID

The magic plant
was discovered one day
by an intrepid young lad
who took it away
to his home he did steal
and started a love affair
that he continues with zeal

He loved it and nurtured it
until it started to bud
then he sparked up a joint
and on came the flood

the flood in his mind
was eye opening and new
he just had to share it
and knew what to do

He found a young male plant
and put it together
with a female magic plant
to grow seeds for better

the seeds he did share
with the world far and wide
and now we have magic plants
and smiles on all sides

so plant a seed
crack a smile
you know it's the thing
that binds us together
a joyous haze it does bring

Sometimes you feel

Sometimes you get the feeling'
that there is something wrong.
Something that you saw lurking in the mirror,
or an old recurring pain.
Maybe a chance meeting,
with someone from my past.
That awkward sense of dejavu,
then colours up my days.
The next person that i meet,
did they think that too?
All rehashes up old dramas,
and starts them up anew.
People see it in your face,
kindly ask' 'What's wrong?'
But how can i tell them it's just a feeling,
that something somewhere's wrong?
They look at me with blank face,
whatever can i mean?
I grab a problem from the air,
the moment knife edge razor keen.
Satisfying empathatic notions,
i distract them ,
once again skirting the real problem.
Not something so concrete and ordinary,
as some mere human mishap.
No this is not solvable,
because it is all so omniprescent,
invested in everything around me
and all action in the world.
I just get the feeling being human,
that something somewhere is wrong. ID