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)

- Good to be back.

I see you're smart enough to know that this Poem will probably get more feedback on Lyrics Review than the Poetry site.This is a great poem,you covered possibly every thing in the known world worth commenting on.And with great rhymes my hip-hop brother.
I read this last to make sure it was on Top,for at least a few minutes.
Favorite line:Rip hippy bikes down the block to hymn tunes.(I'd have wrote Classic tunes,but that's me)

Haha Doug you know me so well. I know that here on this forum resides my kind of people. Ill share my stuff first with you guys over anyone. And much appreciated feedback brother I can always count on your straight-forward observational critiques. If you wanted to know.. this piece is about being able to transcend ones physical consciousness and delve into a their own spiritual state.

I have to admit,when I see a Song/Poem with Long verses,and many stanzas,I think,"Oh,no!"I'll have to both read and think on this one".That being said,I will come back to re-read this.I had no idea about the spiritual nature of this,I'll have to investigate more closely.Smooth,if we're"your kind of people"come around more often,I for one,miss your excellent critiques.

Please do buddy.
and I've... been away for a while. I hadn't forgot about ya'll I just simply couldn't get to a pc. Il definitely be more active this month.

This **** is real.

Aha thanx

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)

Always wanted to slow read this at a poetry jam or something

sparse cries far and wide
Forge the silence of foreign pride.
More defy mortifying skies
In appraising glance to therefore fortify.
Morbid lies.
Devine culture cultivates the crops
Left from the fox, rot then infiltrated by the hawk.
And last spring, box springs coiled in bulk,
Though haunting offerings of autumn soil spent hope.
Gallop but cant canter with valid plantars.
We saddle up for battle but the action stammers.
Cranes stir before being slain,
Raging rangers paint bird bleeding stains...
Raiders and players obtain a thieving name.
And tracers embrace tapered freezing rains.
While condemned art embarks, close the door.
Defend not, benchmarks, that hark old lore...
Lets spar war, shards of star forms like star wars..
Or arbors enlarged thorns on parks, stores an artforms.
Forlorn like scorched cores an parkour athletes,
We forward to force what our hearts war so madly.

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..

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.

All the stars have taken the light
From the moonlit shadowless night.
All the people have fallen asleep,
None have stayed awake like me,

To wreep the light from those lit stars,
Just enough to last til morn'
Where I not only see the light,
But feel and hear it's horn.

Like a wild trumpetier it plays,
Kisses the wind and never stays,
For nightfall will come, bright first
Then the light is stolen away.

I beg it to stay, to shed downright
A glance from the heavens, an eye
And eye to cast a glance through the dark,
And gaze at the stars in the sky

Originally Posted by smoothtung

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.

Finish this one...It really puts me in that place...I feel like this is true...even if it isn't (don't know...maybe it is)

"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.. "


"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. "


Your writing inspired this...(Nas Instrumental - Affimative action)...rough draft

Withdraw from it all,
Let shakes, take ya
Away from the pain
You oblierate for years
IN the needle, in your arm
Just a junkie, Take a shot
At anything that's not
What it once was
Let the sweat dot
your brow like a crown
Of thorns in your side
IN your mind
The sacrifice
Not divine
But sublime
Sometimes
Unbearable
But it's all endurable
If you know
We shall overcome
IT all
IN the brother hood
Now
Prison walls
Stacked up high
Barbwire coiled like a vine
Ivy, it's climbing the walls
That confine me
Test my mind
And sanity
Don’t let it get to me
Observe the beauty
Of the ivy
Climbing in,
Can’t be stopped
No matter the poisons
That root
In the problem
It won’t change it’s nature
To grow
And scale these walls
That hold
Us in these prison cage-ahs
We made for ourselves
When we were slaves
In the white trade
Cooking
The powder
Every night
With the needle
Seizing the power
With the puncture
This tincture
Of Dreams and failure
This deadly mixture
That lands you here
Behind the doors
That slam, loud
no matter if you cry out
Or shout
Racked with fear
No one can hear
Nor do they care
For you are the ivy
Scalin’ the walls outside
Tirelessly
And will not relent till
you Get what you want
and could not help
Though You fought
as you shook
And now that the fever broke
And the shakes abate
You swear you ain’t
Ever going to be The junkie
Just the inmate
Till you debt to society
Is paid
And now comes the waiting…
The waiting makes you think
And thinking is the enemy

Well done vouve well done. Great rythm to that drop.
As for mine, of course it's true.. 100% of what written above is based off my last stint in valley street.

Yea this is hot Rickey ^
Create an account and drop it as an open mic piece..
http://www.lyricalassault.co.uk/forum/default.asp
They'll appreciate that here ^

You don't need anything it's a web site just like this one only its specifically for hip hop, text cees etc. check it out first if u want

I skip the traps of makeshift hatred
transcending rifts of prejudiced perception
n segregative route cause to humans wasted
ill fated ambitions crushed by racial oppression...

(incomplete)

It's all text Ricky, for the most part. There is a sub forum for audio's but its not often used

I'm too much, Duce couldnt try this hard..
School sluts snickered over brews when i use-to wana buy the bar.
Now im down to loot from a higher star.
I can make pratt students groove out-of-tune to a Minor bar.
Light a cigar; And make booze whilst they break bread to my smooth tunes in the booth of a diner car.
Light at heart;
I'm not so.
I clutch rope scaling heights and drop hard as the series of knots go.
Punch at the mainframe, cyber rhymer homicide.
Old-school since space planes find me tryna modernize.
Everyone else covers up like face-cream.
In this age the only straight place is the gay scene.
I'd melt the steez off a trophy face with a hate speech.
And breakbeat with dope-eighths and baby..
I spit in your direction with a wink and a smile on.
And I threw your girl a pepsi for ripping her nylons.
Time is money so you know I went and ****in wasted it.
I find it funny that the problem is I never hated it.
I'll exchange words with the man with no name.
And you can catch me throwin up letters on the ghost train.
I'm no saint I stole faith and sold it to phone fate.
Stay hunched up punching keys till my bones ache.
And no fake could ever run my block or start to.
I'd have them run in place on the spot like cartoons..
I ride with lost peasants, hot stepping across deserts.
Letting the dust settle for sheep who watch shepherds.
Meditate in sub-zero climates on fossil deposits.
And fly Patagonia for tropical pockets.
I'd post up in Eden just to **** with the chivalry.
And fight the pope as he bleeds in the streets of Italy.
Crash land a corsair to one up the barefoot bandit.
And catch a 4 foot air jump in a canvass.
Refuse to be tread on then put in the legwork.
Improve with the pressure of a headnod expert.
Evolve with the spirit of consciousness.
And toss back beers behind the pillars of the Lincoln monument.
Hip hop's the god send that no one expected.
And shits not the bomb then if no one's effected.
I scathe the page and write with the resin it left there.
I paved the way for rights in medicinal health care.
I'm too much.

I never signed-off on the town that I'm livin in.
Every night lost is an ounce of me giving in.
Often I'm in thought of the Indian who told me I would die but then promised in the end i would live again.
I think he meant the conscious of the living man..
Once I stopped just to watch a possum cross a river dam.
Squatting a balsam it dragged a single fist.
And with its paw and one swat snagged a pickerel fish.
And in that moment a cluster of pine snapped..
Leaking rays of sunshine upon flustered lilacs.
Then I knew, life is. It's given and lost.
But never is it gone; like obsidian rock.
I got the lucky spin in being me and i ain't down to wast it.
The fuzz gets hit with treasonry when I'm bound in cages.
I'm too important cuz I know it, and that's the secret.
We all accrue our fortune if we hope for it the deepest.