Poetic Justice

Poetic Cycle

Solitaire

Holding my pen; a poet's knife

dissect this flow into

the lyrical talent show

Veins exposed

bleeding reality

infected

inspected

by haters but they just inject me

with the ink

to think

keeping my soul in sync

As a poet I AM that link.

connecting the could be's and would be's

To the truth...

 

Kooláid

"The real truth that was stripped from today's youth

Without it we can't move forward stuck in the status quo

Running our mouths like we're intelligent when we don't really know

Hard to stay in a child's place when all we know is adult

It's like our battery is dead but no one wants to give us a jolt"

 

Solitaire

So our life is stuck on halt

With no hope

Left to drown and choke

In our own ignorance

Synethetic intelligence

A fools revelation.

Lay down the bare reality

Change not what the eyes see

But the mind's actuality

You hand me the paper

And I'll rip it with my words

I speak to demonstrate the unheard

 

Rich Tuck

the time has past... but my words haven't

my ink outlines the well defined words, one of the 26

Its out of my natural habit

to spit hot bars, but if only hell was hotter

then maybe I wouldn't bother the lava

but if you trying to make sense

Let me condense 

what I really have to present....

Bringing poetry to justice.... represent!!!!

 

Solitaire

Poets RE-present the facts of the mind

Using word play to unravel the mystery of time.

Bleeding out a life ciphered in a rhyme

Decode the poetry line by line.

Metaphorical imagination

Better than any drug

Writers sensation. 

So call me wrong for telling the truth.

But I am what I am, I do what I do.

 

Rich Tuck

I am what I am, I do what I do

These lyrical bars is the living proof

That words aren't 2-D, but then....

POOF!!!!!

them words go 3-D out my mouth 

and allow me to express my trials

my hopes, my ins, and my outs

Realize when you hear my words, you in my house

So step down, cause words is louder than yo thoughts

My words make you actions look lost...

so RE-play that if you want to

Cause this PRESENT just ripped you!!!!!

 

Kooláid

I do what I do because this here is so brilliant

Poetry can separate the mind from the world's ignorance

Ignorance is bliss so so many people choose it

Poet's have intelligence so we tend to abuse it

We school kids adults and teens all the same

Poetry is food for thought and sort of a mind game

We speak the truth but all you know is lies so you don't trust us

Which is why we chose to come with this poetic Justice

 

the-grimm-speaker (te' minor)

we are people united as one

waiting for something that can never come

we fight to hard to get what we deserve 

will my words ever be heard?

wheres my justice i wanna know?

because im just a poet thats been waitin for tha showw....

 

Shunycitaa

justicee . . justicee . . whaa iss thiss ?

thee quality of being being fair & reasonable 

somethingg wee dntt gett . 

wenn we say poetic justice whaa do we mean .?

we mean makin this life not as complicated as it seems

protesting the rhythmical lines that surface in our heads . . 

we want to be heard just as we want to bb read .

dam the uneasy looks and the judgement we face

we just demanding the attention we so violently craze . . 

we're teens , our thoughts && ideas go untrusted

we're asking , begging . . for something maybb poetic justice .

 

 

VeracityPoet (Zollie Brooks)

"I chose to live this way because of my disinclined to mankind, this cynical nature that I possess was once to impress but now I feel like I've let my soul be sucked in that black hole... Know as conformity, hating pure wisdom consumed by my folly living in simplicity, confused by the illusion that my seclusion would actually make this world a better place... I was hermit but now all I want is to submit myself to the destruction this worlds illusion... The binding force that allowed this pain to resurface has be outpaced..."

"I came to decipher the encrypted text upon the walls, 

I hold this maxim in my hand as my creed simply to be pressed on the surface of the earth, 

Imprinted in the dirt, 

set in stone,

until that day comes in which 

its weathered away... 

assurance is gain in knowing 

my words can never be 

washed away"

 

Rich Tuck

imprinted in my hand is a tool that no person may understand

The stress of words across a spectrum of time may plan

to play my words like on-demand

But no cable

May my justice dish a jammed signal across a satellite 

Of technology that no other human can possess except me

I control the play across the list call it itunes

Cause I tune into apple like a mac

And I work this air like a pro

So my words are free across this film of corruption

don't discriminate against my law of discussion

you can call this joint poetic justice... end of discussion

Author's Note

I wrote this poem wiith some of my fellow poet friends that I attend school with. I love to have cycles like these, it's very interesting to see what people have to offer. Tell me what you thiink.
Thanks alot =)

Reviews

[AlieahRose]

THIS IS AMAZING...
IT'S LIKE A...
SONG LIKE SOME...
PARTS ARE SINGEING...
OTHERS ARE RAPPING...
AND EACH HAS...
THIS UNIQUE TRAIT...
SO IT SEEMS...
SO REAL THIS...
BLOWING MY MIND...
=]...

[JelliFyshKissUs]

What a vacillation of strength and weakness, power and pain, excitement and heartache>> If this is the future of poetry I look forward to it>> Superb compilation!

[Jazique]

Loved it, nice, went with it and you definitly know how to work those cycles. Awesome, can't wait to see more.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

it's pretty different...I like :)

[StacyPerry]

interesting write

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this is an incredibly free streaming compilation of powerful voices~