A Heartbeats Poetry_Read Between da Lines

[DeadlyVision]

~A heart beats poetry~

...

Dreaming with the decibels disciples...

That means volum followers speaking in lapels~

Not to be mistaken for basic labels~

Am a desciple building stringht like muscle~

I hunger so I hustle~

Judge me less for I live in stress

avoidin' from slippin when I Stumble~

I RUMBLE :mad:

Beef me less for am too vexed 2be swingin Humble~

Once I fumble twice I melt ya ice poke a niddle

on both of ya eyes, no lies I too mumble~

Make sense to most, careless for the least...

I expand with ease, mins meat ya beef...

YAM ya Rashiin before u set ya plate_

Foe I bring it to u str8_

No know how to debate_

Stay apart from kufars, cause da fame belongs

to the stars_ focus above mate_

He looks down equally, blesses u with growth

mentally...

Gave me da gift to problem solve lyrically...

So I say am gifted spiritually...

Same goes for you, be proud individually...

After 14years of struggle am left WITH___

Less friends more foes talkin from thier nose~

Left with_

Less trust more doubt walking from party shows~

Left with_

Less deeds more sins- pocket with no ends,

and less (sakaat) paws~

I stress with my bows~

And only Allah knows~

Why 30munites of 24hours seem long plows~

Left with_

Less bless more stress in my chest as I post~

Left with_

Less less and more more mess I confess the sin

under my skin as I froze~

Blow my nose naturally, clip da nails on my toes~

Left with_

Somali jams, buddy fights, and long dirty nights~

More an more sins mixing my wrongs and rights~

Hate lites-a fire on the anger fuel dat ignites~

Show offs, rippin shirts off, bla'BLA

I say dont beef the mAn on da mirror_

Cause out here, we careless about Qabiil~

Fo'Real a Somali brotha is nearer_

Dont ill, let it be them u wanna kill~

Son'Chill a Somali sista understands u clearer_

'M sounding more realler, feelin iller

I remind you of my Pillar~

Allah

Praying

Paying dues

Qoran

Haj on Macca

Beef da devil in ur foes soul___

All in All beef the evil in friends call___

Callin' Call I hello greet you great~

While u hate an greet me wit' debate :confused:

I battle an beat da JINN in you~

Simply cause ur beef came from a mad cow

so its off my menue~

I got a greater enemy living with in you~

I rather sleeper hold you, than to bruce you~

I know I know, I talk tough but I rather not

SIN YOU~

Am work with the Angels that hunt the JIN in YOU!

2be Continued~

....

~1~

PME

Visionary-times~

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Aheartbeatspoetry....Readbetweendalines

[guleedyare]

Coz i don't think i am a boet not in English anyway but i recognized when i see good one keep up the uplifting,and the real vision

 

my wisdom is precious no need for precaution

read between the lines with little strenuous

I am simple man Allah and money on his mine

back to back to motherland on my mission

i love sending money back for my Grandmas' blessing

i get no love for *** but real sugar still searching

Education is must for my soul meditation

put two diploma on frame with no hesitation

eat sabaayat and suqaar for my stomach satisfaction

no more television because i get fed up with this fiction

kind to my people and thug to other nation

never copy another man's word but this my mine's reflexion

one man one mike and one soul's expression

[ProudSista]

That was good DeadlyVision, sounds nice as i tried to rap on not that i'm trying to "" your words namean

 

guleedyare,your saying your not a poet not in english....give yourself a chance your great

[muslim sis]

Asalaama Alaykum W.W

~A heart beats poetry~ Sound Scary !!!

 

To cry is to waste a tear

 

to fall is to let them hear your weak

 

to let them know you can’t be strong

 

Don’t cry, they’ll hear you

 

and you can’t let them know

 

because your pain is deep inside

 

it cannot help but grow

 

I’m bleeding somewhere deep in my soul

 

something is turning around the wrong way

 

I can’t help but want to stay here and wait it out

 

but instead I know that I’ll never find the rainbow

 

my friend, there’s no rainbow or an end

 

I’ll be sitting here forever, and never finding…

 

I’ll miss you, even though you won’t care at all

 

I’ll miss your smile, your face for a while

 

your hair your walk the way I overhear you talking

 

but you don’t care, you’re afraid or angry or depressed

 

Either way why should I fear, when all that’s left is control

 

to hide those tears, to hide the pain, to keep it all inside

 

but I have tried, and I can’t anymore.

 

The tears shall flow, the earth will break and move on

 

the pieces will find themselves again

 

and life shall change and I will grow

 

sure there’s so much else to know-

 

all I can think of is how I have hurt you

 

all I can think of is how I’ll desert you

 

but I’m not leaving by choice, it’s obvious that I can’t stay

 

I’ll leave this place- get far far away

 

and find a new pain, a new hope, and new emptiness

 

Maybe someday I’ll see you again-

 

maybe someday I’ll hear you again?

 

Please, whatever you do- don’t be untrue

 

I cannot stop wondering oh I cannot lie!

 

I’ll sit here, and take my time to stare at the sky

 

and I’ll cry-

 

yes I’ll cry-

 

oh I’ll cry.

 

Don’t tell me not to, I cannot be stopped

 

the tears will flow, the years will fly

 

but my heart will never die

[silent-sistah]

deadlyVsion .....yes im still your no1 fan....damn your good (MashaAllah)

 

 

muslims sister....half that poem was about me....i thought when did i write this? i couldnt have written this,,and i had to scroll back and check the name....

 

well,,,,the first depressive bit was me, thanx for the next hopefull bit, i will look 4ward to re-couperating, only to be hurt again

 

damn the tears!

[DeadlyVision]

Seriously :mad:

I get to the buttom of this

Back'home mysteries

Home'grown'family fears

Count'down'plenty ofYears

dropp'd soo many dry tears

cry from ma inside

cover my ears

cause what I hear is not pride

I get on a easy ride

Cruse control da rhyme_&_tell da story right!

What about to say may bite

But I bet u've seen a more painful night

Ladies & softies hold on tight_

take nothin 2heart, I chot down my somali part

speak pain share pleasure within my art

Dumb with senses that make me smart

Once again 'toosi' my ppl, & get them on

Parallel park

We all got the touch they call *spark*

...halla at a older dude

Older dude, ama young road runner gone good_

Done da fear stare, I can be more rude_

Respect ya foYa'Age, I calm ma mood_

But try 2rip my page, an I eat ya food_

Understood?

Understood___u got me on a pissy situation~

Man phac u done 2our nation?

Qabiil is wat u got us facin*

Made us follow a Arab terminology, 'm pasting*

Felt like I left my own home on deportation!

Now am on beef preparation

Scum in proportion

I love u tho~

But let go

u lack my respect aslong as ur speakin tribes

over ur cajeelo

Its said no marqaan wanna climb a jaranjaro

Keep a eye on ya seeds

Know they needs are more than shab

& da food they eat

4get da greed

build ya properties indeed

Lackin disciplines we bleed

Religion loss through blood leak

Ow'Gee understand what I speak

Be good an I follow ya lead

We may flow wit' speed like miig

...halla at a black sheeb brotha

Brotha no need 2botha ya motha

or fatha is what a wadaad told me

gave meanin 2da word "console" in me

still a bad apple I do my best 2stick like

staple

Make sure they dont eat my bariis b4 I set it

on ma table

am able

capable alligable to do all that I may label

in my mind in time I'll hook it up like basic

cabel, keep it fatal_with a DeadlyVision*

Am on a mission hoppin time wont do me early

2000 odd years spinnin fast to fear'me

90s had us blind not seein things clearly

I speak Odd so understand me merely

If I lost you nearly

This means its a topc secret for the Generals

But I'll hate you if u feel like animals

Beef needs a pan, brother needs a hand

Every true battle needs a plan

be ya own man

be da nomadic'mAn controlin da stand

dont fist ya own. mAn!

U da son 'm da one bullet left on ya gun

aim me smart

pay me art

need deep knowledge 2halla at a sista

Sista

Tell him, tell me if u get hit on by a pale mista

I won't voilade with voilance, we'll brain strom

to creat a twista

Fear brings bad news

Heels over head, beat him with ya shoes

Feelin sorrow an sorry __2deep 2share wats really

Going on in ur world

Maintain ya pain wih u good'lucks in same girl

Stay precious as a purl

....three stories in one__one was 2deep2beDone...

...hope u understand it~

~1~

PME

Deadly

[- diamond princess -]

A Heart Beats Poetry

Is that all my words say to thee?

Or do I bring truth in what I speak?

Are my lines leaving you empty?

I only put these words together,

So the message would last forever,

I want you to recognise me as me,

And not some poetry dweller,

A Heart Beats Poetry

Does my messages leave you stung?

Or should I come back and bring another one?

"I feel like I'm walking on air, when will I drop?

I feel like my hearts beating to fast, when will it stop?"

Are those the questions running through your head,

Your thoughts can make the living feel dead,

A Heart Beats Poetry,

Thats all it is, thats all it will be,

Unless you come back and sting me with intellectualty

 

silent sistah, make that TWO no1 FANS...you got talent bro.

 

.:peace n luv:.

[LuCkY]

ORIGINALLY POSTED BY DEADLYVISION:

4get da greed

build ya properties indeed

Lackin disciplines we bleed

Religion loss through blood leak

Ow'Gee understand what I speak

Be good an I follow ya lead

We may flow wit' speed like miig

...halla at a black sheeb brotha

THATS SO TRUE!

DEADLYVISION i was trying to follow ur first one but i got lost-im not much of a poetry interpreter. :confused: But nicely composed.

 

MUSLIMSIS: Well written.

[sYric-STiPHuLLa]

this poem has been previously posted on HOMEGROWN BREED TOPIC in the poetry section

 

 

double personality the struggle btwn good'n'evil

this is called the"THE BAD'THE GOOD AND THE UGLY"

enter my demention this reflection

of wonder years

music blares on my stereo i rack up on the illest gear*hear me for i seek*

the b*tches

the ho*s

the fame

it's game

ladder to the top

sick n grimey

flow like i'm bleek

talk sweet to the honey's

have a run down they panties

sayin*

je'ma appelle seek*

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but wait i'm the good guy, i'm not bad

i DON'T reak perversion i'm not media a giant on the leap

heap and ho' get up and go,i'm flimsy and sometimes emotional

hide my woes, worry bout the waves on my head and not think about the life, souln'hardship that brought me here., this outside country this place i know call a temporary home, jive with popular culture, never worrying about the war about to rupture ...inside me .. the struggle between the good and the bad.

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forget this duke ya'll just been fluked.

he just another p&*ssiWHIpped LAD.

think he better cuzz he an under'GRAD.

PLAYA pleaze ya'll want what i have.

the cream of the crop, don't look for good,just waitin to bust my next nut,ladies call me rude

i don't play u, i skim thru bytches they all

see the glitter on the rims the riches in the seams of my pockets. i'm the high dolla figure that nicca wit the triple six digits

don't care for the culture that*sh just old.

aint prayed in over six years

been to prison twice so don't ask why i'm bold

summerize it up i'm bout the money power respect

so phUKC THE bYtches next *** run up bound to cop her some stitches. i got mine cold so get'churs don't be no jealous player haters.