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Sunday, May 24, 2009

 

My Universe

Dear Universe, My Universe
Omnipotent Omnipresent
Bearing this life Gifted this earth.

Like Universe, Love Universe
Elegant yet beautiful
Determinist Naturalist

Man Universe, God Universe
Far off yet close Live alien
Sent us comets Seedlings of life

Tall Universe, short Universe
Sired bastard Called himself Man.
Raised from his fours Agreed to stand.

Live Universe,Dead Universe
Walked out of home, When he was teen
Built an army, Killed his own Gene

Mom Universe, Dad Universe
Attacked own home Axed own cradle
Man stood happy on his ladle

Man Universe, Dog Universe
Must do the work Bid by Master
Heating this earth Must melt water

White Universe Black Universe
Deodourize Acclimatise
Must make planet Desert and ice

Mind Universe, Ass Universe
Standing on head Sitting on Ass
Turning top down lies confused Man

Comments:
Random, but interesting. I like it!
 
Yeah I was high when I wrote it. Rap is reintroducing me to poetry. Its just this whole rhyme thing that has me struggling.
 
Sounds like a drunk nursery school teacher singing on his farewell.
 
sounds more like a nursey kid writing
 
let me show u how to write a poem.
I dedicate this poem to the ever faithful Han da man.

Street bitches, Cocoa Puff slash sweet bitches (WHAT?), discreet bitches
Makes you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not me (UHH)
I fuck with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they shit
then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know I got a wife
and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?)
I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)"

I really hope u liked my poem.
 
http://viruscomix.com/page483.html
 
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for han
 
Predictable.
 
Han and undead are the same person. unded rites as han to make it look like people read his blog
 
Kiss me you fool!
 
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