Transcend

I'd hang ten on the lands end; ..to transcend.
Free-fall through stakes of great space and plant hemp.
Deface a mans benz, in total sobriety.
To 'transcend' - I'd toss up my soul to society.
Fit the mould supplied for me.
Follow-on the name.
Karate kick the moon awry to cause calmer waves.
Eclipse city lights, stop fights and 'dim' moods.
Rip hippy bikes down the block to hymn tunes.
Kids snooze on planning, they hate themselves.
I'm used to transcending; like changing shells..
Transcending like the grace of bells breaking silence.
It's the greatness in ones self that shapes defiance.
Break the climate crisis, alignment of the sunbelt.
Station science.. raging riots.. drying of the tundra.
We're mining all the nations we've unbuilt..
It took our system pirates and violence to supply us our ganja.
I'd trade it for a wife and a Honda..
..staying clean from the bars.
Posting up with my father displacing weed from the jar.
Mean cars with horses couldn't shake me in time still.
These guard-forces couldn't break me and my will..
Tree farms seize arms and forge guerrilla clans.
Cheap cards, and peace charms worn by prison gangs.
Weed farce as substance, could puff my best lines.
When I lean hard hold the musket but chest high.
Running crews cunning muse exceptionally fascinating.
Drugs prove and loving booze is mentally lacerating.
Ask the nation, half the wages of half the races pay for it.
And pass the apron and plastic plating - 'baking' is a favorite.
Savor spit when water is fluoridated purposely.
And plagiarists accost more word assailants fervently.
Yes still hope there's some place beyond the rainbow.
..but since it won't stop raining we're all in the same boat.

(Nicholas Kierstead 1/19/13)

Nah. You are a no one.
By tens I jack the census.
And double in worth the moment I cap a sentence.
Licentious - and down to settle a score; rap for vengeance.
Befriend sententious men to fend in pen then scrap their friendships.
Life's a ***** in debts defense you bet the hag's a temptress.
I meant this; Your on the edge and ima make the ledge shift.
Im thirteen deep and only loaded off the next spliff.
Thirsty indeed to grant this lonely homies death wish.
You're the kid or guy who lives and dies with the end rhyme.
Believes that where he comes short in the sport the pen hides.
Assonance - alliteration; you can't form the thought.
Obliterate the patron through the tragics of war assault.
Poor salt by the gallon inside of the battle wounds.
Store the vault of talent on a craft to a Saturn moon.
Stay mainly brave then fly as a partridge..
As I savor the taste of expiring carnage.
Your just a writer who ****s with the wrong hobby.
I'd catch a pike through ice while struggling in pond hocked.
God stop me.
Never losing lust for conflict.
Deface you at face value just to pawn it.
Race a commet en roúte with an uppercut sent.
They'll say a novice wrecked the room while the other thug dreamt.
You're no 'revolting colonist' you fall in place..
If you 'represent the people', problem is they're all disgraced.
Honest hate. Novice break. I've provenance in folklore.
I'll drop bombs til weapons melt and fathers thought we broke war.
My tolerance has receded and all are no longer cute.
Fathers harvested loins when it seems shouldve stomped the fruit.
Scoff a few bold lessons, 'only hopes' greatly lessen..
And i focus with pros like a closely scoped NAVY weapon.
Posted in a mates direction.
Shot's will lay vapor resin.
Drop any hotter i'd scathe the gun stock's maker emblem.

(Nicholas Kierstead 1/20/13)

I maybe give back but I don't live rap..
I separate my day-to-day state from my script pad..
Lay the way like a mint map..
Light up 'the bay' like the day and hold frame like a ships mast.
This that;
True stuff that's due love.. an proves to be fairly evasive.
But smoothtung's groove buds drew thugs like charity bracelets.
..I'd rather kick back with my script pad and write about,
I'm not the man anymore to run up and fight it out.
'ight I'm out'
Nah I ****in hate to repeat it.
But all my life I'm finding out its not the way to be treated.
Throw me in the pen again for meddling in script mode?
I'm only home for medicine, I'm skipping this zip code..

(Nicholas Kierstead 1/23/13)

Unfinished -

Guy asks if I'd like to talk of Valley tales..
..high max prison but they call it a county jail.
Hate conversation so I blow off the convict.
Found me copping bacon just to blow up the profit.
First 4 days I wished for hope.. absurdity.
For days they had me kicking dope in the infirmary.
Ankle shackles wake up the sick as they drag by..
Tangle with an ***hole and sh** to pass time.
Always trade the oranges to crow for a honey-dew.
Orders don't come in til your folks send the money through.
Funny dudes often do prove to calm a nerve.
..there's nothing to do but to talk sh** to officers.
Offer urs if your cell mate loses his mind..
And talk to her if the nurse hates soothing the guy..
Never touch the television if its a woman shot.
If you ever ****ing mentioned love ..we wouldn't sob..
Yea right - at night you hear by the slang shouts,
Cries of a few guys.. fear drives the pain out..
Silence in here is the loudest I'll ever know.
Violence in here is the balance we've never broke.
Clever tokers dry to roll bananas then blaze it.
Find both wires from the light to coax a flame with.
Post up - write for hours, **** what they serve today.
No luck finding a shower so I just earned a place.

keep it up man. you got some dope *** lines. you know that.

write. edit. refine.

Originally Posted by Venomonology

keep it up man. you got some dope *** lines. you know that.

write. edit. refine.

V-ology...You're up next! I'd like to read some real life stuff from both you and Smooth...the stuff that makes you exposed, but it is so well written it exposes everyone else in turn...

Anyway, In terms of Smooth's lines...

I would love to hear more on this "Funny dudes often do prove to calm a nerve. "
Tell me about the funny dudes...the other characters in this place that pass the time or ease the mind...
Also, here:

"..there's nothing to do but to talk sh** to officers. "

I think a snippet of conversation or banter here would really draw the listener in...
such as a line of what you or the 'funny dude' says to the officer
What the officer says back...could always become a chorus...the insult you hurl as the inmate (changing as you evolve or spend more time inside)...the officer's typical reply unchanged through out the whole rhyme.

I would just like to know your (authorial I) evolution in this place...I see the beginning, but then what happens to the 'author' the longer he's there or upon leaving...

It is such a tease...just force yourself to be brutally honest and tell the whole story...even if you don't post. I think you will like the results...

Originally Posted by Vouve

V-ology...You're up next! I'd like to read some real life stuff from both you and Smooth...the stuff that makes you exposed, but it is so well written it exposes everyone else in turn...

I'm on the road at the moment, don't have much time for writing. That's why I've been absent for a while. If I get some spare time & I think of something I'll drop a quick key about something.