poetry

[The Pied Piper]

is a fascination of mine.

i find myself being fulfilled by the poets soft and kind words.



be it a great story or a malicious attack, i crave the vocals being touted.

what sort of poetry do you guys like?

[TheSanityAnnex]

If I had to describe the way I survive its like vice squeezin
The reason I'm black and still breathin
Heathens will breed heathens so
Everybody's suspect I must check your ID
Cuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence
Someone that Del's against
Opposite or positive
When I drop the law against nature be faithful
Why should I hate you we ain't that different
We may act differen't in some ways
But we still grouped together like a fuckin survey
Sufferin and fuck em all's the motto
I'm trapped in a bottle
My music's gettin hollow
That's what happens when humanity you follow
Where every leak or info is hard to swallow
Sell your Marlboros and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and can't pay your burdens
I smoke herb and rock a turban
Meditate on the world and whats occurrin
A lot of white boys like the style and copy
Dig in something deeper and youll peep that were not free
It's not about the seperation its about the population- Del

[slayermin]

"I weep for Adonais -- he is dead!
Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,
And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me
Died Adonais; till the Future dares
Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
An echo and a light unto eternity!"

[Jekka]

Rilke, Browning, Tennyson, Neruda, and Eliot are usually at the top of my poetry list. If I'm in a more modern poetry mood I'll pull out Sexton or read an Anchee Min book.

[TheSanityAnnex]

I know a few understand what I'm talkin about
It was love for the thing that made me wanna stay out
It was love for the thing that made me stay in the house
Spendin time, writin rhymes
Tryin to find words that describe the vibe
That's inside the space
When you close yo' eyes and screw yo' face
Is this the pain of too much tenderness
To make me nod my head in reverence
Should I visit this place and remember it?
To build landmarks here as evidence
Night time, spirit shook my temperment
To write rhymes that portray this sentiment
We live the now for the promise of the infinite- Mos Def

[midgetonadonkey]

Bukowski

[Vizzini]

I like whoever wrote "There once was a man from Nantucket..."