Remembrance

A tear falls and shatters the ice
A cry emerges and breaks the waves
A smile brings out the sun
A sound of laughter creates the tides
A moment of time creates a memory
Remember for it is all we ever truly have.

a beggar

For you...
the star winks
the cloud moves
the water drips
the grass waves

For you...
seagulls call
pearls form
satin slides
girls blush

For you...
I scream
I yearn
I fall
I dream

see me, hear me, want me, need me, love me
...please

The Perfect Woman

The Perfet Woman:

a woman thats not scared to show confidence,
shes got to walk with style.
a woman thats not afraid to show her curves,
dress up for her man,
and a woman thats not scared to stay in her sweats.
the perfect woman
a woman that never gives up,
she strives for success.
shes not afraid to be one of the guys.
that greets her man at the door with a beer,
that has dinner on the table when he gets home.
the woman that can take an adventure,
that woman that isn's afraid to be real.
a woman that understand his problems.
a woman that can get down and dirty.
that girl whos not afraid to show her youth.
that perfect woman.

Hero: Defined

define hero,

someone who saves you from heartbreak?

someone who fights for you?

someone who helps you put your walls up?

or someone who gets you back in the game?

a hero is definable.

because you are your own hero.

you protect your self.

while he breaks you apart.

knock on wood

an answer is what you want
it's what you'll get, sit back and
...are you ready to be bit?
show my colors,
red, green, blue, and white
i write i rant i rhyme
i shine like that vine you're sittin on
you may be ripe
but you ain't picked
maybe you just ain't the type
who can be squeezed into a wine
too sour, too sweet? or maybe
too good to repeat
i'm comin full force
my voice my heart my song
these words where they belong
back and forth like ping pong
a silly game, a joke, a hoax
a boxing match of words and rhythm,
give em a punch to watch for
try to knock me out, go ahead try
i'll get back up, stand up, head up
biggy blue eyes at your service
calm down, don't get nervous
you ain't never lost a bet, a match, a game
knock on wood, now, you about to be shamed

The Perfect Man:

The perfect man:

someone not exactly perfect
someone who can make a mistake
i want a guy that will try.
someone with a nice smile.
and a great personality.
he has to be independant.
and appreciate the litte things.
he doesn't have to do anything big to get to my heart.
a guy thats playful.
make me laugh.
he's got to be taller than me.
and a charmer.
someone who takes my breath away.
and looks into my eyes.
and must play golf
someone as crazy as me
someone who likes me for me
someone to take an adventure with.
someone to make me a better person.
someone to accept me.
someone to suprise me.
someone to understand.
someone to understand me.
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are my feelings just so

The words I wish to speak,
They are turning into crap,
I am becoming bleak,
Is there something that I lack?
I’m wondering who you want me to be,
Am I not good enough?
I wish that you could see.
I just want to be tough.
Forget what you know,
For I am not going to be here for long.
My feelings are just so,
I want to be strong.
Should I stay or should I go?
Or are my feelings just so?

VINE RIPENED

T-Gil said More than ever be4.
call her TZA or Biggy Blue Eyes
whatever you name her
her rhymes just proclaim her
versatility maximum rhyme-ability,
shoot she she nearly jumped up and joined me
up here on my branch
they say I'm so fresh that they call me
VINE RIPENED
not even picked yet
never been bit yet
or lost a rhyme bet yet.
you may be the indian leg wrestling diva
but now your rhymes make me a believa
that girls can flow go and show
cuz remember
tell day is for losers
but show day is fo provers


peace to the
L-hood
the G-ranch
the C-knoll
the E-states
and even the kids
with chatfield L-plates

good night oakland

Lloyd

you asked me to rhyme

you challenged me so here i come
watch out boy
cuz these words i got
ain't never been done
you said it's on like 8 mile,
sit back and watch my style
form in front of you, like prayers in a pew
rhyme after rhyme, these lines spell "sublime"
forcing, falling, free-forming
yeah you called me out
so now it's my turn
this girl's verse
gonna make your face burn
red like the coals
burning in the train
that runs through your brain, screaming pain
as the rain falls, rolls, jolts through the sky
and you look up and ask "why God why"
put this to a beat, a bounce, a band
could play along and find my rhythm
so now these words are mine
you can't steal them
give them back, back-track and relax
show me something fierce, mean, real
seal this deal with another cliche
and tell me now, my fellow fine,
can i rhyme?

He Said Write A Rhyme or TZA can rhyme

He Said Write A Rhyme
so i put my head closer to the paper
pressed my pen on the word taker
and I watched the ink bleed
the refrain from my brain
but what i want is to make her
see the simplicity
taste the toasted synchronicity
and stop with this defeatist self pity
cuz every rhyme has a home even this one you're readin'
I just found it before you did
it was in KID TZA
this one was in her heart (she has a huge heart) above the lung
in your brain next to pain
on your tongue nearly swallowed
and i climbed down inside you
on ladder rung (wrung) of thievery
just to prove to you that you can (you can)
so please KID believe me
these words are not mine
they're yours
I just arranged them to rhyme
painted em brown
to look like mine
OK fine!
I stole em!
but you can't prove they were yours (yes officer, the T was crossed JUST like that and the P was real phat like That)
(just cuz you say you said em once)
and forget what I said bout them livin in you
they were in me --like breath and plasma
but in you
they were like death caused by asthma
cuz my words can't breathe in you
only me
so turn your back to me
cuz you need a heimlich maneuver to spit out my words
you chokin' rhymeless loser
I'll wipe off the spit and start rhyming that
shifty multisyllabic sequential stream of subconsciousness
that had you ridin the short bus
you ever thought bout bein' a mime?
Anyway
He Said Write A Rhyme

peas out
T Zout
Goodnight Oakland

Lloyd

Hey

I just wanted to say everyone's work is awesome.
Ren'ai~
~Reikan~

Just a moment of my time

I walked in and you ran away
I called and you were busy
I wrote and you never replied
I walked away and you didn't notice
I wanted a moment of your time and you never listened
I went home and found you smiling with roses
I laughed and hugged you
You smiled and said can I give a moment of my time to the girl who always gives me a moment
of hers?

me vs. you

me: "you're not good for me.....what is it about you that pulls me towards you, i swear it's like a magnetic force" you: "why am i not good for you" me: "because....you make me a completely different person" you: "and hey u dont make me the person i want to be either, i want to be a strong person but when im around you im so weak you know but the worst part is i like it. no no i love it" me: "see, i think this is what gets me about you...the way you talk to me...it kills me and i don't want to believe it because that opens the door for getting hurt...but i wanna believe it, wanna believe you" you: "shoot do u think i would spend this much time and effort just to lie to u" me: "i know you're not lying but sometimes i want you to be because then i don't have to feel anything" And so it goes, me vs. you in this epic battle, you trying to steal my heart and me trying not to lose control and fall again. My instincts tell me to push you away because "break my heart once, shame on you; break my heart twice, shame on me." But something, who knows what, wants me to trust you, to let you in, to just let go. This has gone on for so long and still I can't...can't...forget. you: "no wat i really wanted to say is that i want so bad to be the one that you can trust and believe and the one you love to believe and the one you love to hold and be with the one you call yours and the one who can call u mine" How do you do this to me?

"B"

Blue Black Butterflies Bid Beauties Bon-voyage.

between memories and moving on

I think about you everyday. I hear your voice when I go to certin places. Sometimes I think I see you in a crowed. The day you died, realized I couldn't live with out you. I felt guilty because I never knew you were unhappy. Baby you had so much to live for. I remember getting mad at you because you got into the school of your dreams. I was scared I would never see you again. I knew I was being selfish. It's not fair you died too young. I vist you often, on our anniversy, christmas, your birthday, my birthday, the day we first met. I walk up that hill, for some reason I see you waiting for me. I kneel on the tall grass and run my fingers over your name. I talk to you, only telling you I need you and I miss you. I am caught between a memory and moving on. I wish it were me insted of you. It's been almost three years. It begins to rain. I am selfish and run to my car, not kissing you good-bye, or telling you I love you. I miss you more and more as each day passes. I never wanted to expierence like with out you. The one who taught me how to drive a stick, whistle, how to blow bubbles with my gum. Jeff baby I miss you more then life. Yet I cant bring myself to forgive you. For leaving me here-alone. I wish I could take it back-never meeting you, my heart wouldn't feel this pain. I saw your mom yesterday, she thinks about you too. She only dreams of how it was supposed to be. Your dad doesn't talk much. Then again he never really did. Like father-like son.

the past.

why can't people just leave the past alone?
its like they are vultures. they keep picking and picking until there is nothing left.
you try to not let it bother you, but it does.
not showing emotion on the outside, but on the inside, you're dying. screaming for everyone to shut up and leave it alone.
you can't open up. what will people think? how will they react?
they already treat you different.
have you ever walked into that room full of people and realize that they were all talking about you?
it's the hardest thing to walk around, pretending like nothing ever happened. to walk around, pretending like nothing is bothering you and then go home crying that you never want to go back to that place.
the stares, the whispers, the rumors.
you made my life a living hell, why keep going?
i've gone through the tornado, and now i'm dealing with the aftermath of the storm.
left alone to pick up the pieces, to rebuild myself.
i need you to to help me pick myself back up, to get my head back above the water, not to keep pushing me further down.
its time to move on.
i don't need you constantly reminding me of the past.
the past is past.

on pause for you

klajgadkglha'ighA:KhelpmeLGa'igh/'agh ag/'alkhfg/klahg<--------my mind, my heart in panic, in shock. i refuse to let my guard down again, i wont let me leave myself alone. reality was shoved in my face, the truth pushed to my attention. if i told you or someone how i felt, ha, i would be burned at the stake by my friends, and get tomatoes thrown at me by your friends. i know im losing my mind. my life has been put on pause for you. i want to tell you sorry for the way i have acted in the past. i want to be closer to you. i want you to want me to let me in. open your heart for me. put all other feelings or regrets or questions or doubts aside. im only sorry it took so long for me to change. let me in, tell me you are weak, show me you can be the person you really are, take me into your heart, demalish your walls, build me a room in you, iside of the person no one sees, the person you want me to see. open the door let me in.

Your pen is a 9 that pierces my mind and the humor a veil to hide the pain trail that trail we all leave behind but hey we face the opposite way and to use a cliche "at the end of the day" we're all the same except for the name So to you young Rabbit the ripper of rhyme with end rhyme sublime I salute your zest, your words that penetrate my student proof vest, the syllables so palpable they fizz to a smizzle Yeah you are the Gangsta of grin the NewPac the drop dead dreadlock wearin a padlock the thief of time who straddles the line between 8 mile and perfect white smile. Yeah, Rabbit rhymes.

Peace in the Middle East
Goodnight Oakland

Lloyd

The story you'd never know

This paper becomes a sanctuary, the one and only place he can go when he's been abandoned, left alone. The world turned its back on him and he spent so long trying to turn it back around until finally he got tired, gave up and just sat down to cry. Crying those bitter, angry, hateful tears that burn as they roll down his cheeks and give him the worst headache and runny nose, "but it's theraputic," he thinks, tells himself, makes himself believe. He swears, shouts those terrible words that don't mean a damn thing to anybody but him. It's been so long since anybody's loved him, how can he expect that of anyone when he hates himself? He spends so long in this place, this place that makes him hurt, where he gets lost in fake smiles and real tears, he's forgotten how to laugh. This pain that he can't share, this burden that becomes too heavy for his shoulders to support...What can he even do to make it go away? He questions, wonders, wishes he knew what to do.

No Bounds

Leyba, I was thinking of what you said in class today so this is my last rhyme for awhile and I will work on all the things you said...and being serious.

Take the worlds weight and stand up straight.
But wait, Im ahead of my time, writing the rhyme.
Hoping in my car to drive far.
Trying to get out the struggle that is my life, stand up and break out the siffe.
Heaven is overrated, but my killingspree's only be of tounge-tied mc's.
Not busting 9's only slaying with my rhymes.
Not popping crystal, only dropping dimes.
Hitting the books because I hear knowledge is power,
finding my feelings in Leyba's class, not wanting to be a lazy ass.
My contimplation be of giving into temptation.
But I dont want to quit, dont want to be societies pitt.
Trying to think what I want to be, going off my track and thinking of what I ought to be.
I wonder what got into me. Everyone fallowing the path eventually.
Dreaming back of things I regret, not worth mentioning, but hard to forget,
My concience will eat at me thinking of that nonsince.
The past can never be forgotten, but the future found,
and just remember success takes hardwork but there is,
No Bound.