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Straight And Narrow Or Your Soul Gets Cast

 

get down on it now its time to listen to my rhyme

 

a word spread it if you already heard about two lovers

 

as birds drifting way up to the sky I sing a sweet lulabye

 

the pair went out for burger and fries but after to their surprise

 

Police came in for the free coffee and one was undercover

 

saw my 9 in my pocket got so scared i ran and dropped it

 

the chase was on with my girlfriend in the next seat

 

running every red light along the street

 

next we eventually got pulled over and we were both in trouble

 

the undercover cop was her last lover

 

was it any wonder are faces blown up like Stevie Wonder

 

doing time in cell block number 9 guy named Bubba looking at my behind

 

yet I had a plan of escape some call it fate through a trapped door in the floor

 

 

 

took my time to dig a little more deeper then I made my run for it

 

no one around they really didn't give a shit but i made my way to the outside

 

blazing lights but thank God i was still alive

 

jumped over the barbed wire fence and slashed my wrist but I kept running

 

luckiliy I knew the streets and had a friend pick me up with a definite plan

 

headed South down on interstate 91 made my run all the way to Mexico

 

still I didn't know which way i should go I'm was a fugitive after all

 

got hired as a field hand but I night I would again toss and turn with a definite plan

 

got tired of that with low wage pay so I stayed selling dope for some runners

 

in time I was broke again made my way to a tiny little chapel

 

Minister was there to tell me his deep secret anout Jesus

 

took him at his word but I never told him where I came from cause I knew he wouldn't understand

 

yet at that moment I gave my heart & life to serving Jesus Christ that's when everything turned out all nice

 

for my life was lead behind the squeeky wheel thinking things were no big deal

 

until I was face down on my knees now I could spread this lovingly disease so happily

 

No, I never did get caught but perhaps i will in due time ?

 

Learned a valuable lesson that I'm now confessing of straight and narrow or your soul gets cast.

 

 

 

Faces Of Death

 

 

in peril of darkened petrified corpses exposed with maggot infested feces

 

demonic putrified exposed personification of distasteless membranes

 

they once existed as socially wandering wizards in the corporate arena

 

strange in habitants of the supernatural habitation beings from the damned

 

carmalized skulls fractured with long noses exposed to the rudimentary light

 

they long to bask in the vast expanse between that of space & time

 

flaunt gizzards in their features as if road kill exposed to death's door isolation

 

they once were moderate members of society living each day on their own

 

today their corpse is exposed as if Sundays newspaper section for the deceased

 

lines of forth coming revelations of darkened conclaves now await their solitude

 

one had a choice in life whether ib be heaven or hell to their own recall

 

soon they will be taken away to their sealed tombs among many others

 

no more choices to make their fate has been sealed for all eternity

 

 

 

the modern man may look at life with a difference in opinion as do scientists percieve

 

warped minds filled with destruction would believe that this life is all there is and then we rot..

 

yet faith extends a way different then that when it is the substance of things unseen

 

twisted souls will exist in the vain mockery of eternal torment alone in its isolation

 

but for the elect sake they will be taken up into heaven this is not some

 

one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven

 

the important thing is that we remain strong in faith and our belief to help us get along

 

Sorrowful escalades of tormented beings will be faces of death

 

each of us has been given a choice in this life we must face the music of its reality

 

 

 

Blowin Up Like You Thought I Would

 

why stop now when my hands on the plow

 

bringing people together so why do I even bother

 

the streets have good peeps just ask Robin Leeche

 

remember when you would take family and friends

 

searching for the latest trends just chilling in my Benz

 

ya it all looks good in the hood as things make peace

 

going come straight up from my dancing feet

 

believe it i'm a leader never a follower

 

so why I even bother ya

 

onto the extreme people can be mean

 

sipping on my coca cola sorry that I know ya

 

life is best busy when your making other plans

 

should i stop now it only does depend

 

 

 

Blowin up like you thought i would

 

I'm on point with this dope joint

 

smoking fat blunts in high school

 

chilling with the tunes of Huey Lewis and the news

 

Drake is the true big mac attack

 

yet we over react with the new style of Eminem

 

but that white dude is still my friend

 

got hustlers want to burn me hoochies want to do me

 

stand back in my sand box like that bitch Goldilocks

 

just a straight up shooter have your pets spayed and nuetered

 

got some dear friends whom I can depend

 

I'm ya biggest fan just sticking it to the man

 

so see ya on the flip side squeeze

 

out spreading the disease

 

 

 

Blowin up like you thought i would

 

with loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips

 

no one today gives a shit cause they got me in a bind so kiss my fat behind

 

woman can feel the breeze of a nice Keith Sweat

 

I bet your sorry that we met

 

three minutes Dougie Fresh your on

 

now is the end of this song

 

still can't we all just get along

 

flirting with fire blazing in its natural desire

 

going to take you higher

 

Trump comb over is president but he doesn't take residency

 

in my heart cause he's a no it all never will you see him busting loose down at your neighborhood mall

 

BURNING FIRE (We're All In The Same Gang)

https://youtu.be/CjteoOrh7bo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a new word on the street that

 

Back in the day we used to pray

 

today you insist it ought not be that way

 

caught up in the mix to dismiss

 

this earthly bliss

 

in a time well spent in thought

 

see I'm a hustler no I'm not a follower

 

I see gand violence in the street

 

young brothers looking for some food to eat

 

got sand bags in the eyes with a soft reply

 

no such worry of fly by's

 

for sugar is sweet so sweet like honey

 

I want to be the man who brings home the money

 

nothing phony as a wanna be gangster

 

got my nine in my pocket in a holster to lock it

 

but Fuck it society has gone crazy just don't ever call me lazy

 

sides need to come together were all in the same gang

 

there needs to be a change instead flipping fries

 

it ought to be Caviar and top of the line whiskey

 

so it hit me some brothers don't need to be bothered

 

there's a line being drawn in the sand

 

when will we ever live to understand

 

things falling apart at the seams

 

with such evil means

 

twisted lies isn't it no surprise

 

got to stay locked with the hip hop scene

 

don't give up or quit by any means

 

burning it up as you flirt with fire

 

light it up at your purest desire

 

going to take it much higher

 

take this logic to the streets

 

where we can meet & greet

 

need to come together

 

forget about the weather

 

got to stay light as a feather

 

someday we will all sleep tight in our coffin

 

then we will stay absolutely nothing

 

achieve your goals now

 

don't look back when your hands on the plow.

 

Word

 

 

 

Couldn't Have Lived it Any Other Way

it was years ago let the truth ago
when I first existed as a seed
then i was formed into a baby yet just maybe
I would see things in a sought after vision
a nurse held me in her arms
saying this child would grow to reach the masses
soon after I would grow to become an altar boy what a joy
then i was sixteen flipping burgers down at Mickey D's
thinking all of life was just a mystery
then I met my first girl putting my life in such a twirl
in time I would shine as the prom king all the girls would scream
then the leader of my play still thrills me until this day
1989 wrote my first poem, "Remembrance of a loved one"
cozy in the ride of a brand new Mustang
then ran into a street thing took my breath away
although those many years would pass
still I had every good reason to grasp
what true love really meant
yet it was only lust in disguise
was listening to the devils ill faded lies
does all of this logic come at any big enough surprise
took up acting in college learning with lots of knowledge
then it leads up to today
written over 2,000 poems & 3 short stories
never was my name up there in lights but one day i just might
be remembered for my poetry that is the only way I could face reality
what was I will to achieve
sweet victory as I take my next breath
feelings that I touched many a heart along my stay
every day willing to bow the head to pray
yet I couldn't have lived it any other way

 

Don't Sweat The Technique & My Philospohy

https://youtu.be/6Y1Emb7Jyks

Sweat The Technique
There's a battle for your mind but you say it's just fine
pulling a 9 to your head it's the walking dead
Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation
A seed was drop from a farmers bag that was bad
Satan the god of this world is blinding good people
Peeps stay at home when they can be at the church steeple
Sex on the beach maybe your favorite drink
But I can't dismiss this earthly bliss in thought
Once a soul is sold it can't ever be bought
Drop some smooth lyrics out on the sunset scene
Living in a land that is so very mean
when I roll of you captures you better be ready
Girl you got a bun in the oven by your kissing cousin
Sweat the technique from your head to your feet
Bare with me son cause you can't do me none
Poetics to poetry we must see reality
search the hood just like Robin Hood
then there's the Maiden Mary Ann who has a plan
yet the battle ensues as you sing the blues
a lot of suckers like to forget me but they can't
start this cause I'm the artist
walk with your head up when I hear whacked rhymes it's a set up
All the brothers don't eat chicken & watermelon
so now what are you selling
let's get back to hip hop in what it meant to Scott Larock
keep your head up & look to the sky
Sweat the technique as you sit in your seat
Right from your head right down to your feet
Got to get in the zone busting out rhymes like Home Alone
we came this far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands on the plow
yet in the end I choose to be a soldier in the army of God
got to stay in school & obey the golden rule
only one life is soon to be passed only what's done for him will last
we got followers with no good leaders
blood in the streets & there needs to be better education
many take a break on a long awaited vacation
the crowd is ready & me feet is steady
until my last breath I must confess a rhyme that shines
sex, drugs & rap for some is where its at
so you slip & fall giving you a heart attack
rap & roll is noise pollution
take my magic wand as a sure fire solution
 Mario William vitale
My philosophy is that my peeps are glad to see a different side of me
We can humbly agree the streets are not the same when everyones playing the name game
got Eminem still on his way to fame but don’t forget about Nas cause he’s no lost cause
got beats from my hip sipping on the line when everybody around you is quite fine
fashionable jeans with Goochie hand bags forget about North Korea and their sand bags
Trump in is ivory tower but why do we even bother to keep on hearing him holler
there’s reason for my being in the changing of the season with Drake in good taste
this is the melting pot so watch it shine cause Vitale is in the mix so kiss his behind
its your choice to salute the flag or not or have you forgot this spoken melody
those are the things we used to see while were out there getting our college degree
save the drama for your momma and we can’t forget Obama he such a charmer
but you knew it would be like this getting caught up in the mix waiting for your next fix

like a jewel in the Nile we can learn all the great while we got a shoulder to stand
with an infinite plan to spread it out upon the masses no one deserves second classes
our history books have proven that we need to take part in a solution
a nation united in love but some of us want to sweep things under the rug
got high hopes for the undersground sound cause they still got me in the game
not grabbing that text is like driving me insane but who are we to blame
with cats having blue hats they stuggle for assistance in joing in the resistance
we got to learn to fight the power or take a nice cold shower
don’t look down on me cause I’m not dead yet but I’m going to be the man you’ll never forget
make the melody gell with you and me then you will see sweet lasting harmony.

 

In The Last Days

People will unfold
hearts will become cold
there will be ears dull in hearing
sadness in the stars & moon
many will suffer in silence
amidst the rage in violence
people running to & fro
tempers on fire as everyone is doing what is right in their own eyes
blind leaders of the blind
soon will fall into a great ditch
it is written in the scriptures and humbly explained
that without God in there lives its a game of lying shame
blood thirsty creatures dripping it off side
eyes with spots having holes
no love any more just lust
no in God we trust
just seeketh self to please
out spreading the hateful disease
minds plugged with that of destruction
no one helps you anymore
they can't even help themselves
blackened hearts with a faded stench of death
666

men having itching ears but not able to understand
there cost of freedom is that of sticking it to the man
when will we ever live to understand
the onslaught of abortion on demand
war zones we call school & the mob rules
violence heated decadence permeates from deep within
Satan laughing spreads his wings
the wicked never sleep cause they are creatures of habit
demonic fangs that bite in the night for fright
the book of Revelation foretells of his coming
when men will be lovers of pleasure rather lovers of God
evil in their eyes does this come at any big surprise
taking heed to wicked lies
angry politicians feeding their pockets
darkened shadows block the vortex of their crazed intellectualized wasted minds
tyrants of zombie creatures in their late night double features
raising hell with not a good story to tell
they are missing the mark as they faint in belief
shadows block the vortex of their fragile egg shelled minds walking blind
living in a world so very mean where people scream
when will it ever end
won't you help me my faithful friend
Jesus

A Scenic View

 

 

Let's just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea

 

as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need

 

we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain

 

stop for lobsters maybe some baked crab we shall grab

 

through the pier we can see the dare in the eye of the flight of the Albatross

 

yet as the weather gets bad we are left drowned in the rain

 

 

 

got to get back in the car amidst the near window pane

 

she blazed,

 

she kindled

 

out of the night

 

like a white star

 

We all boil at different degrees

 

one can equate in hidden apathy

 

Silently

 

time passes

 

The only life I have

 

submits to its power

 

some die looking for a hand do hold

 

On the other side of the resistance is the flow

 

the sounds of the nearby surf coming into the tide

 

my soul permeates the inner feeling of solace

 

 

 

the earth has music for those who listen

 

all the while I was a sinking vessel,

 

No lifeboat

 

No S.O.S

 

Salted wounds

 

to work until skin becomes bone white

 

for I have seen the truth and it doesn't make sense

 

golden nuggets of thought in viral personifications

 

And in the end,

 

we were all just

 

humans,

 

drunk on the idea

 

that love,

 

only love,

 

could heal

 

our brokenness

 

my very soul permeates a vision for being

 

out in the changeing of the season

 

then for some matter my friend just left me without any reason

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nowheres

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Attending to my laments, 
reading a poem to myself 
I could not foresee an incoming missile. 



How could you change the world 
when a black and white magpie 
writes the script of life? 



A god once told me 
in whispers, he wants to 
die in the shadeless sun.