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04-04-2006, 06:48 PM | #81 (permalink) | ||||
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A Collection of my Rap Songs...
I was into rapping for about a 4 month period of time, and I randomely got a message from some old boards I used to post on - I forgot I had written these... so here they are! My rapping names were "Absinthe" and "Philosophy C"
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04-27-2006, 03:13 PM | #83 (permalink) |
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My Body, My Life, My Soul
Poetry first. Lyrics second. I hope you enjoy.
My Body, My Life, My Soul When there comes a time for the loss of eyes, pluck mine from my face. They will see nothing short of, a whispering beauty. My body is your bounty. Should there be a time, for the loss of hands, sever mine from my wrists. They will show the callouses, of a blistering devotion. My body is your harvest. Upon arrival of the time, for the loss of lips, peel them from my jaw. They will speak one last tale, of a love held sacred. My body is your story. Waiting for the time, for the loss of hearts, grasp mine tenderly from my chest. It will beat for you still. My body is your chamber. In good time. Our souls shall ascend. And forever til then. Keep close my spirit. R. Crowe |
04-27-2006, 03:28 PM | #84 (permalink) |
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aww man
that's beautiful got me all sad.. i wrote a poem similar to this one.. well, it's actually about two people living and dying together and the woman's asking the man if he loves her still, now that she's old... i like it
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05-13-2006, 05:10 PM | #87 (permalink) |
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Saint Sophia's Infirmary
Saint Sophia's Infirmary
This cot may be my final resting place. Everytime I close my eyes, I see the light, Then I hear the cries next to me, Yeah, we got another one, Doc. I know that I got holes all over, But what really hurts is my ears, What really stings is my eyes, This place really is quite a sight... And I swear that my insides aren't workin' quite right. Chorus Have you been to Saint Sophia's? What once was white will surely turn red, What once was live will surely be dead. Have you been to Saint Sophia's? Oh yeah, stitch me up and save my blood, I'll need it for the journey back home. I'm leavin' these crying men behind, But I'm keepin' these dying soldiers in my mind. Pull these bullets from my body, I gotta look nice for Mama when I step off that plane. Well I guess you can't reach em all, And that's just fine cause I'll have a story to tell, Not like the fellas already in Hell. Chorus Now that you say so, I feel pretty good. Chompin' down on this leather bit, Sure it keeps me from screaming loud, While the surgeon like a seamstress, Sows me up nice with a pretty pattern. I close my eyes as he finishes up my back, These holes will whistle in the wind, They'll harmonize sweetly like a violin. Now it's just my time to get back home. Have you been to Saint Sophia's? Have you been to Saint Sophia's? No, no, you're not a ghost. I said no, no... You're not a ghost. |
05-27-2006, 06:03 AM | #88 (permalink) |
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"Holy Man"
In Regard to the Holy Man of the Holy Land and his Recent Departure My brothers well we journey to the Holy Land, And our only stop will be to see a Holy Man, He will tell us things you won't understand. Why we wear smiles on our faces and, Why we laugh so everyone can hear us and, Why the only joke we get is our own beliefs. Carry on my brothers turn on your mothers. Tell your fathers it's their love that smothers. Why, oh why, does this Holy Man wear white? It's these stains that show us divine right. Our mistakes are the filter for good, These actions are acts in futility, He tells us that in the end, we all add to the earth's Fertility. Holy Man don't tell us no lies, He sits us down and we look at the sky, No this Holy Man don't tell us no lies, He pulls our hearts and liberates our eyes. This Holy Man with a venerable beard, Tells us the truths of the things we have feared. Now I'm not sure where you grew up, What you were told to do and how to live, But this Holy Man holds the secrets in his, Endless robe that flows and flows in endless droves. Everytime he moves a secret slips through the slits, And we learn more with every breath he takes. He points at us, this aged man and his, Joints crack, and while he winces he lets us know, That his pain is not for nought and we ought to, Be glad that he can even move his lips, To tell us the err of our ways and before he goes, He must teach us how to live the rest of our days. Chorus Oh Holy Man don't go, There is so much more I need to know! Oh Holy Man don't go, Oh Holy Man don't go, Oh Holy man don't go. Oh Holy Man... You're gone. Ryan Crowe |
05-27-2006, 04:43 PM | #90 (permalink) |
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holy sh*t mane, i like this. Do you just write for a hobby/something to do, or are you looking to go big with this? j/w
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