so much guts and blood,

makes me draw my sword,
but i can slay me lady?
and put an end to us havin a baby
she spits venom time and time again,
i wonder whose blood she loves to gain,
death is an end,
to lives that can not b mend
but,
who am i to judge,
when i still hit out with my cudgel,
rather i continue as a love maker,
and not join d blood suckers

i know you have no trace of bloodiness in you
and i like that way too
we cant be both bloody
or our children will be in trouble

princesa:

i know you have no trace of bloodiness in you
and i like that way too
we cant be both bloody
or our children will be in trouble

_{they are already in trouble,
cos
u might eat dem up when u blood thirsty}

back and better
Any blood drinker?
Or mucor sucker?

Miss all of you

Tis been a while, but now I'm back,
must I rhyme before I Unpack?

I see Meexteriox, princesa, & my old buddies
with some new pals, some talented and some rookies

what of Colors?
mehn dat girl, with her rhymes was so thorough.

@meex
keep the rhymes flowing
and the criticism keep throwing

I tell you, you are good at what you do
believe it, but about it don't make much ado.

meexteriox:


I will take your advice though
Walk on and not waste my precious dough

does dat mean ur leaving?
as in, walking on & 2 this thread not returning?

who cares?
I do, cbase cares.

c base
I haven't seen any of thou
Can thou unfold thy self
With a bloody rhyme to show
Just want to have a feel of you
Whether a friend of a foe

@ princesa
Where art thou
Not yet through with your exams?
Till we meet again

hope you drop by soon coz i miss your lively spirit. _{oh yea, i think you she has finals}

wish no more epi
cos am back to chew them hard
those who wanna get a taste of my blood

all of yall in my hood
wishing me back
am back with a bang
more blood of ur senses
dont miss it for anything whatever its essence

fresh out the oven

The Initiation
I wonder why I never stiffened
Seeing all those pile of rotten evil
The mass of broken skull
Piling round the room from down to top

They called it ‘The initiation”
A passageway for a heart of destruction
I learnt the seven book of meditation
Lethal it was, even to alter the existence of my own creation

And I went through like a soul in a trance
Never mixing in the naked horror of the mass
The mass of friend that was with me
They never stopped believing they were in a dream

But I knew better
Knew what we had sworn ourselves to weather
Knew you would never serve the devil and live
This thought sat in the deep recess of my being

But it went on
The initiation amidst the devil’s drum
I drank two skull of blood
Chewed the heart of the new living born
Pierced the heart of my weaker mate
Sang their tunes with a voice so great
Saw the queen and gloried in her reign
Pulled out the third of my pumping vein
Got them all impressed
The executioner said I was the best
Worthy enough to dine with the queen
Cos I was the best student he’d ever seen

But I knew better
Knew my life was at it tethers
For no one could explain why
After all this years my mind would go wild
That I would wring the breath out of my own heart
And kill myself with the best of angelic smile

Maybe in a chance I would tell them in a haste
That there at the initiation dance, my heart was in a maze
And I was doomed for this day
To live and die by the act, what a waste!

i couldnt help another

City of mad Women

The town located at the hill
A town filled with gory mystery
With tales trailing its existence to bad roots
And its neigbours scared of the plague that forever rules

No sane being walks the street
Its inhabitants is plagued by the beast
And there forever you would see
Lunatics, senile deranged walking beings

City of mad women
Blood sucking piercing venom
Dancing to tunes no normal ear would hear
They are known for the night crying of owl
And the morning death of young soul

Wish I now to unravel this mystery
Dare i? To exchange in chain, a free me?
Let them live their ways and breathe
Nemesis catches them up, if it’s pleased
Am just omniscient noting
Till when it ends, I know nothing

hmm princesa, so u can rap , no wonder you are always troubling us in the music radio section.

dont try to be myopic with me
its called poem not rap
you should be able  to differentiate it reasonably
i consider it an insult if u refer to it as rap

and i dont see what this has got to do with my posts on MUsic and radio

The Gathering
The holy day comes
And the gregarious sanctuary beckons
Ragged men in their Sunday’s best
Anxious mothers with children suckling their breast
They come in droves
They push and shove
through the streets where rabid dogs walk half mad men
the sky is dark, so are the days
they all assemble into
the edifice with marble floors
which
Welcome the homeless bound with forlorn hopes
Screaming voices blare into silent skies
Obese prophets ,fatter wives
Spew words from the ancient text
To the wretched and perplexed.
To steal from these poor and rejects

Hope it all forms
Hopeless hope,
disillusioned hope,
Starry eyed hope,
naïve hope,
vainglorious hope
psychotic hope
Yet it is thread that holds the rock.
woman with the lost eye
and the thousand yare stare
Locked in the circle of post traumatic stress ,

Clings for answers in empty songs
Beautiful hair disheveled
clangs the cymbals screaming” chase down the devil”
Old lady bent with sorrow and pain
Is fifty and looks eighty
She still sees her sons all, long gone in wasted death.
She clutches the ragged book as a sorrows passes through her like a wave.
Praying that the messiah will save
Every man here a story of despair,
Every one forgets his sadness here,
Yet knowing that like patient ghosts, the sorrows will still appear
A gathering of delusion
A gathering of misery
The only constant thing here is heavenly silence.
And the pastors tithe,
The same answers,
and
The temporary euphoria
The harmattan comes and goes
The rain comes and goes,
The gathering remain
Waiting in a limbo,
Waiting for nothing

nice work there man !!!

Insomania
Watching movies till three like a manic
Sleep, beautiful sleep
Come and carry me into your waters so deep
Herbs and priton
Valium and soft songs
In vain try to seduce
A gift I could once refuse
I feel the first sign
And prepare with a soft sigh
But alas it isn’t
And no it wouldn’t
Touch my fevered brow
Insomania destined to drive me into a raging maniac

[b][/b][b]WHEN TRUTH IS TOLD

let truth be told when lies become old,

when falsehood, my oral cistern can no longer hold;

let the beauty in my eyes reveal its deceptive wile,

when my cozy lips loses its hypnotic smile.

from sole to crown, its been glitz and glamour,

when my soul goes down, so will my feats for armour.



let truth be told when my bones become frail,

when the wind of time blows away my youthful veil;

let your heart be put to test when these truths are told,

perhaps its fiery love would plodly become cold.

my sole to crown you adored with its twinkles,

when my soul goes down, will you abhor its wrinkles?


let truth be told when i walk out through life's doorsill,

when, like other buried treasures, i take a dust-seal;

let not your heart grow weary when these truths are told,

only your sworn oath of love make sure to uphold.

'twas for sole to crown you crossed your heart,

when my soul goes down, until then do us part.

not WHEN TRUTH IS TOLD.

5 years later, Princesa is now a changed girl...

i can't believe i wrote all that bloody poem...

quite creative but very scary, i don't know if such emotion still rest with me...

but am not a lover any less

I think i can drop dis piece......critics highly invited..........and i need comments 4rm princesa........
HERE WE GO:
BLACK BEAUTY
Your display of black beauty
has aided my mystery
ur infantile smile
is my wipe
to clear my cloudy eye
in an emotional infactuation
'cos of a deep collaboration
with my precious jewel
that ought to be revere
i can't but admire my wench
ur captivating smile
is my agent of retieration
till u pay a consolation
by joining my harem......

CRITICS PLS

omobajohn58:
I think i can drop dis piece......critics highly
invited..........and i need comments 4rm princesa........
HERE WE GO:
BLACK BEAUTY
Your display of black beauty
has aided my mystery
ur infantile smile
is my wipe
to clear my cloudy eye
in an emotional infactuation
'cos of a deep collaboration
with my precious jewel
that ought to be revere
i can't but admire my wench
ur captivating smile
is my agent of retieration
till u pay a consolation
by joining my harem......

CRITICS PLS

nice one dude.......

but in this thread, you should be slaying your wench not admiring her, catch my drift

Oh i understand but if u noticed 4rm d beginning u no its a sort of appreciation more are still coming

princesa: 5 years later, Princesa is now a changed girl...


i can't believe i wrote all that bloody poem...

quite creative but very scary, i don't know if such emotion still rest with me...

but am not a lover any less

@bolded,
Thank God, reading through again, got me scared...
Was wondering how you were able to sleep at night,
oh dear! How me go sleep this night now o

sino:
@bolded,
Thank God, reading through again, got me scared...
Was wondering how you were able to sleep at night,
oh dear! How me go sleep this night now o

i wrote it then, so i definitely could sleep.. even now.

omoba, if you are writing now, make it bloodier, atleast keep the fire that seem to be dead in me going

Okay i'm gonna try......wait 4 my next piece......dnt mind ur critics i'm seeing anoda chimamanda of my generation...keep it up...it in u

in my deepest of thoughts i crave yur defeat
d counts of wins,d points of loss
d blade i wield shall i nt toss
its bloody sheath is but sharp enuf
2 take away,2 kill & engulf
the heart i give no benevolent thought of
afterall life proves a battle ground
or a treasure i must fight 4
wat will ur soul be wen died 4
therefore my blades salivates
4 d blood of he dat doesnt appreciate



freestyle

bloody enough8)

The afternoon clouds vapid with impending rain,
His twisted mind, tortured from life's pain.
All his loved ones ripped by gory fate,
So, all of the world he utterly hates.
But these emotions bottled up under his skinned abode
Must be expressed, lest he may implode;
So his wooden handgun he calmly wields,
Soon, will he reap a vast bloody yield,
As he slouches to the creche down Wesley Lane
To smear the walls with their budding brains!

I GOT A DISEASE


I gave u my love but u tore it to pieces

now i come prepared for blood not peace

i come wit my chisel, dagger and a spear

but i forgot my concience and no spare

come kneel down this very minute

take off ur clothes and those underneath

please no crocodile tears and no love

and spare me that pretencious face of a dove

i want blood and i gonna suck yours

the dagger and the chisel, each a fifty trust

and i got the spear incase you try to tease me

or try to play the script ' i got a disease '.

@kagari...that's what am talking about! blood blood and more blood

@badmusace...you cut the fun, would have loved to know what happened in Wesley lane, painted in red

@firestar...you're wondering here? dnt let the vampires know you're lost lest they clamp on you

what more can i say...we have awakened the darkside

It all started when i bled
7 vampires came to me on my bed
trying not to make me wed
holding my cross i fled

in the dark alley they chased
with a frightened heart i raced
running with a surprising pace
leaving all of them dazed

closer to the subway they came
each of them holding a rake
i just ran across the lake
then i have no choice but to wake.