There's a lot to be said but all of you pay no mind
And let that speak be of the dead
Shut lips partnered with closed-minds
Make thy worst enemy, yet thy sweetest f(r)iend
Castle walls collapse as my people stray from what once was
"The Land of the Free"
Now encapsulated in an ignorant tortoise shell
As the dominant male rises from that
Which burns like hell, the fires,
The storms that result in hail, upon us
Lord forgive us for our sins
For we are dumb fucks
Motherfuckers constantly rape the sap from
Nature's Mother, fuck her, slowly
And let her heal yet scorch her with catheters
Of flowing gasoline
The hospital bills rise, upon us
The hospital bills rise, upon us
Like strangers in the night
The apocalypse will rise
Like strangers in the night
The apocalypse will rise
As a cold black sun in June
The apocalypse will rise
Let us join together as the African Giant Millipede
Draped in all white so my niggas will survive
Like blood diamonds in the river hoping
To end up on a high class(less) ring finger
The apocalypse will rise like tides of fresh milk
From the breast of thee creator trade it for honey
And glaze a thick coating for bad days
Or as my people say "hard times"
The times not mentioned in Times Magazine
But just as the expiration date on
The Black House
That milk will evaporate for money
That milk will evaporate for money
The steam will rise, upon us
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
24 comments:
damn dude...wicked word play...got a saul williams feel to parts of it...let her heal yet scorch her with catheters....damn....nice hit on the blood diamonds as well...whew
The Times not mentioned in Times magazine....Anthony, YOU WRITE! Like the power, the borderline rage. Makes for a fierce read, had me with the first line...and I'm still reeling.
dang anthony...another powerful write..the class-less finger...the blood diamonds..ah when will we learn..?
Youch!
wow. i am always saying that when i come here.
yes. the steam will rise.
The constant pull on mother nature and the constant need to survive only my taking from her while knowing to do so is to limit that survival. Well played with interplay of sound and language.
Well done, Anthony.
a blistering bit of verse here -- wow...
so powerful, so many amazing metaphors falling all over each other here!
The last few lines are incredibly, audibly resonate and timely.
Hey Anthony
This packs a powerful punch. Plenty of venom and anger distilled into hot beats. THE WAR OF WORDS.
'African giant millipede' - awesome
You ripped it up
Wow. Shakespeare, Turtle Earth, half the Plagues of Egypt, and death by steam.
wonderfully honest, powerful, brave, with true dignity, a strong write with some great wordplay..really enjoyed this...
'Let us join together as the African Giant Millipede
Draped in all white so my niggas will survive
Like blood diamonds in the river...'
impressed
Great poetry Anthony. Such a striking write. Particularly liked the lines '"The Land of the Free"
Now encapsulated in an ignorant tortoise shell' and 'Nature's Mother, fuck her, slowly' Very powerful. Well done!
Wow. I really enjoyed this. The pent-up anger, we are dumb fucks indeed. Have to read it a few more times...
Yes, the Apocalypse WILL rise!
You gave me chills with this one. This is incredible, Anthony. Well done!
Like blood diamonds in the river hoping
To end up on a high class(less) ring finger ... (sigh) you weave words together incredibly
Sometimes an artist is the only one who tells the truth, magnificent work!
Powerful! There is no turning back, it will rise. But I hope we too will rise even it it has to be from the ashes.
"Lord forgive us for our sins
For we are dumb fucks"
Those may be some of the truest words ever written. Excellent write.
I loved it Anthony and you make words play look so easy.. "Shut lips partnered with closed-minds " great thoughts... in the verse. I enjoyed it so much. Thanks for sharing...
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-fire-faayar-faayaar-dedicated.html
Digging it. Deep, my bruh!
This is how poets show their power,
with no actual harm done, but with poetic words break life and give beauty.
a powerful sentiment well delivered.
:)
Anthony, you know your mind. You write it well. Your words are...well, impressive. So glad I came upon your blog.
Thank you for joining Poets United. I have added your blog to our blogroll so others can discover you and your wonderful poetry. Poets United is what you make of it so explore, comment often and it will lead to folks doing so in return. We look forward to visiting your blog and reading your poetry.
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand
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