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Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: bLaDe on June 12, 2002, 02:35:07 PM
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Yo...
Hates, blade n mouse...
enraged flames can never be doused...
Dead Poets Clique, minds drown in the depth of our spits....
Knowledge and wisdom is infinite, has no limits, and neither do our poetic hits...
rhymes allign perfectly with brain waves, breakin chains of minds enslaved~
deep and hidden like caves, living and breathing in graves~
striking white lightning flashing with liqued swords clashing~
in the clouds of zeus, gods bow befo us,as sparks come crashin~
i been in the mouth of the black leopard many times~
but escaped using weapons sharpend mentaly through time~
Bees make sweet honey, but have bitter stings at their tail~
pure rain water, pouring down turning instantly into hail~
Yo my third eye sees through your mental wall like it was glass~
intellectual horizons r vast, turning to hates, like weed thiz mic i pass~
smoke it homes....
DPC...Dead Poets Clique....Hates...mouse....bLaDe
-{bLaDe}
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tight shit blade
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This is for my poetry homie's....
This is my life
Today or tommorow
The day's we live are borrowed
in wasted time we pay-back
the power's that be will take
relay that
this is my life
sooner or later?
Night's will be longer....
feeding the passion to want those.....with no hunger
loved one's become stranger's
We still love you...
in the rest we weep, Tonight I might stop the beat..
to rest is sleep
to possibly never rise touch or be
This is my future Golden or muddy
The moist ground around me uncontitional
Will still hug me...
to ashes to dust...
from the start to this.....as long as we were happy when we broke out this bitch...
Just a lil' sumthin'....
I'm Proud to add my wordz to this...
The homie's Blade & Mouse started this lil' poet's corner... and asked me to spitt....It's poetry "Hatesrats" style
And a lil' look back into my Death talk....
Peace
Hatesrats 2oo2
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Wat up, Im tha silent member of DPC.....
Im tha7th "tha MC".....Rodzilla is tha gritty character.....haha
Check it......
Tha bleeding of tha earth brings life 2 severe form/
We're Swarmed in tha eye of this severe Storm/
Tha naked eye cant see, even when yourself blinks/ Radio-Active Links/
Seeds in cofusion when they're grown/
Postponed their problems in their minds, shown of a telepathic phone/
Bone 2 Bone/ The lone of tha wolf leaves the markings on the stone/
Tha codes of tha globe show mountains, rivers and ancient lakes/
I rake tha eyes of demons in hell wit my life on tha line for sake/
Stand back, look and observe while Dead Poets fill tha gaps/
Leving lies unstated, Wont lay down till we collapse/
U have just witnessed skills of a dead poet/
tha7th sign, blade, hates and mouse is who wrote it.......
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At the speed of light im free'd from strife
Bleed from knife, now i leave this life
Only my spirits left to guide my words
No mouth, no eyes, but still u ride my verbs
Unseen and unheard but yet u feel the passion
Emotions are clashing
My soul everlasting
No longer physically here
But its metaphysically clear
Reach into your heart, make u feel the pain from my tears
But erase all your fears
Fears of whats not known
Fears of a cops chrome
Fears of a lost home
Fears, but yur not alone
No longer scared of yur last breath
Cus this Dead Poet just showed that theres still Rhyme after Death
not parta that click, jus spit sumthin anywayz. peace!
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yo all 5 of u dropped nicley.....this is a poem i wrote umm like 3 weeks after 9-11 i was thinking about getting it published, alot of ppl say yes, but i dunno...let me know what u all think....its not a rhyme, its a str8 out poem..........
TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
Trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores.
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day.
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me."
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
Are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one."
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
Five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
peace out every1....
..::TinMaN::..
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youth brings upon such grandiose extreme views on depression
poets whores beauty and events
what you don't see is what's felt by truth
all the emotions wouldn't help you if they could
for all is art or misery for me nothing in between
i won't act like you can't understand me
but you won't because you won't take the time to think about it
or repress your pride to listen to another poets statements rather than thinking about the next statement YOU plan to make
remember non-mind
poetry doesn't have to rhyme and you guys are just rapping about being poets....read Arthur Rimbaud's "Theory Of The Visionary" or "A Season In Hell"...THEN you'll know what being a poet means.....
blade your last line interpreted? "we smart! i know about weed..."
i mean you guys all have potential and you can be poets but you're pretty much bragging about your clique using less profanity and cliche'd imagery and attempts to illustrate your intellectuality which is too specific "mentally sharpened"
"intellectual horizons are vast" i mean it's like you just have a stereotyped view of poets from the stuff you see on tv and what you read in elementary/middle school.....i mean you guys have great potential really but you can do better....
you should be able to humble yourself in your poetry...rappers RARELY put themselves down and you guys are trying to be poets bringing rap's bragging into it(ironically rappers bragging is derivative o their insecurities....)
The Blind Visonary-Don't wake me from the dream
curses...too late,now i reach for the scattered air of epiphany
guitars illustrate youthful realities emotions in the right way
it would feel so good to be dead
what's that rubbery tranquil depressed yet pleasureful feeling of inactivity?
it's too mental to be rest and too petrifyingly aware of tears to be sleep
oh vision come back to me and change
i feel weak and yet i will do so much
i long for night during day
i long for day during night
i long for heat during cold
i long for cold during heat
who's fault is this?
Will God pay his dues?or at least explain these iniquities...
i'm beyond misery and ecstasy,happy and sad
and now achieve on a regular basis an exuberant explosion of life
which via depression becomes a suttle transcendence
i have so much to tell you all
gather round all you people and feel the warm glow of the campfire that is
my wounding and healing words...flee from me ghouls of doubt for reason and then we'll gather others
Life Is Not Worth Living In The Heavens The Masses Would Conceive-Idiot is a word tossed around too flippantly
I can't believe I let people not even smart enough to be my enemies get to me
Empathy? Bah
Emptily GLAD!
at physical joys and exuberances
People like me:the losers get this
kill me quickly,Make haste
I think all i do is waste space
I hate this place
I hate myself almost as much as I hate the rest of the world
In the underworld i'll rule the best of the burrows
I'll outsmart Satan,that's why i can't humble myself before God
Everything is perfectly random ,i make no sure thoughts
in admission of my hollow mentality
i transcend you all because it's not what you see but how you see!
You don't believe it.....THAT is why you fail
I want to cry with my mouth as i fly through hell
peace-Tanjint
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Events in history take over our train of thought//
Two planes were brought one day, and sent us all away//
To grief, and hatred...raise it..the glory to carry forth//
We must feel the warmth of one anotha...and treat every human like a brotha//
Act as a luva...and love, and dont hate your average homie//
Congratulate, cuz u neva kno when yah will b lonely//
Wats the solution of the Holocaust and Jews....6 million//
Jus look at the world we live in// And hopefully we can pave the ways, with the rhymes we spittin//Stay away from the alcohol and pollution of the body//
The happiness is jus a allusion, dont get sucked in like everybody//
Dont let time elapse//
It will only b so long until we can give society the facts//
And in reality, knowledge IS within our grasp//
We gotta b fast to re-act//
At last, we have a story to our offspring//
We can just imagine the hope they will bring into the future//
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youth brings upon such grandiose extreme views on depression
poets whores beauty and events
what you don't see is what's felt by truth
all the emotions wouldn't help you if they could
for all is art or misery for me nothing in between
i won't act like you can't understand me
but you won't because you won't take the time to think about it
or repress your pride to listen to another poets statements rather than thinking about the next statement YOU plan to make
remember non-mind
poetry doesn't have to rhyme and you guys are just rapping about being poets....read Arthur Rimbaud's "Theory Of The Visionary" or "A Season In Hell"...THEN you'll know what being a poet means.....
blade your last line interpreted? "we smart! i know about weed..."
i mean you guys all have potential and you can be poets but you're pretty much bragging about your clique using less profanity and cliche'd imagery and attempts to illustrate your intellectuality which is too specific "mentally sharpened"
"intellectual horizons are vast" i mean it's like you just have a stereotyped view of poets from the stuff you see on tv and what you read in elementary/middle school.....i mean you guys have great potential really but you can do better....
you should be able to humble yourself in your poetry...rappers RARELY put themselves down and you guys are trying to be poets bringing rap's bragging into it(ironically rappers bragging is derivative o their insecurities....)
The Blind Visonary-Don't wake me from the dream
curses...too late,now i reach for the scattered air of epiphany
guitars illustrate youthful realities emotions in the right way
it would feel so good to be dead
what's that rubbery tranquil depressed yet pleasureful feeling of inactivity?
it's too mental to be rest and too petrifyingly aware of tears to be sleep
oh vision come back to me and change
i feel weak and yet i will do so much
i long for night during day
i long for day during night
i long for heat during cold
i long for cold during heat
who's fault is this?
Will God pay his dues?or at least explain these iniquities...
i'm beyond misery and ecstasy,happy and sad
and now achieve on a regular basis an exuberant explosion of life
which via depression becomes a suttle transcendence
i have so much to tell you all
gather round all you people and feel the warm glow of the campfire that is
my wounding and healing words...flee from me ghouls of doubt for reason and then we'll gather others
Life Is Not Worth Living In The Heavens The Masses Would Conceive-Idiot is a word tossed around too flippantly
I can't believe I let people not even smart enough to be my enemies get to me
Empathy? Bah
Emptily GLAD!
at physical joys and exuberances
People like me:the losers get this
kill me quickly,Make haste
I think all i do is waste space
I hate this place
I hate myself almost as much as I hate the rest of the world
In the underworld i'll rule the best of the burrows
I'll outsmart Satan,that's why i can't humble myself before God
Everything is perfectly random ,i make no sure thoughts
in admission of my hollow mentality
i transcend you all because it's not what you see but how you see!
You don't believe it.....THAT is why you fail
I want to cry with my mouth as i fly through hell
peace-Tanjint
ay man, i respect what youre saying. But poetry IMO is not something that is so "structured" as u make it seem. It is from the individual. There isnt a blueprint. The way YOU write, does not necessarily need to be the way anyone else does. Neither does the content, need to be what u feel it should. U seem to like to lower the level of rappers, by saying they arent poets. Guess what? They are. ;)
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ay man, i respect what youre saying. But poetry IMO is not something that is so "structured" as u make it seem. It is from the individual. There isnt a blueprint. The way YOU write, does not necessarily need to be the way anyone else does. Neither does the content, need to be what u feel it should. U seem to like to lower the level of rappers, by saying they arent poets. Guess what? They are. ;)
Yeah word, i mean i appreciate your concern, tanjnit, but this is just a thread where a buncha guys wanna express emsevls, spit sumtin diffrent, no one here really cares about how its "proper poetry", or anything....Like you seem to grasp every oppertunity u get to teach ppl on this board about poetry and rhymin, thaz coo n i respect that, but as tone and myself said, we just spittin wht we feel ya know...n we dont need lessons or anythin, just spit ya shit
-{bLaDe}
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Tight shit homies..... Props to Blade.
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you're saying all rappers are poets? LOL
Project pat: i'ma ask fo yo name cuz you've been blessed fo sho
you smellin better than a tight rolled optimal
i'ma haveta know how you're garden grow
if you want you can holla back afta the show!
THAT is not poetry
but then i'll hear a verse from Inspectah deck on c.r.e.a.m. from 36 chambers..THAT is poetry
rap can be poetry like nas and old wu tang and shit like that but rapper does not equal poet
i'm not putting down rap,i;m putting down rappers....remember that post where i said rap has so much potential but only a little bit is used? same thing
yes poetry is what you feel,but is it really conveying emotion or a message when you say :like weed this mic, i pass it"
you tell me tere's no rules but then you make your own rules,you make your "poetic"
stuff have less profane when poetry can be as profane as you like as long as there's a purpose check Allen Ginsberg's Howl
or Jim Morrison's "curses,invocations" (yes these are in mp3 format withe the poets reading them out loud you illiterate mofoz)
it's just because it seems like you guys are just like rapping trying to convince everyone else you're deep....you're just bragging about how poetic you are no doing poetry....i'm not saying you can't because you guys are dope rhymers but you're too egoistic with the rhymes,if you were more introspective or emotionally evocative/confessional or "gasp!" humble! than i can take you seriously until you do that you just look like gufted but mislead rappers.....you can say alot of this to me but i'm not trying to be anything i'm not and i'm not bringing hip hops ignorances into my writing and im secure enough to call myself a poet
okay i take back the extremity of the above statements,becausei was reading through what you were doing and much of it is poetry....and you guys are like as close as Nas/Eminem ae to becoming poets...i'm not putting your talent down....i don't think i'm more talented than you or vice verse...i can do somethings lyrically that you can;t...you can delve into things that i can't
....like i use very abtract intangibles to paint my poems but you can use real down to earth imagery that i can't grasp but i'm just saying it's too hip hoppish in ways to be poetry purely/.....like the shout outs and the mic references and the pointless bragging/crew repping....i mean will you see that in a book of poetry? they'll be like "who the fuck is hatesrats? what mic?"
pretty much you need to solate the work you do that can stand by itslef as a work of writing...and if you take the middle sections of most of what you wrote than you'll have poems so i put you down too much earlier it's just some odds and ends you need for poetry...i hope you get my meaning....infinite drop somethin man! peace-Tanjint
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^^^LOL......Wateva dude......U seem like u some Square in some college teachin fools about Poetry......
And we can't get deep? aiight man, post a thread against me and we'll see who can get tha deepest......
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Agreein wit tha 7th and Tone who tha fuck r u 2 say anything bout how they write there poetry. Poetry comes in any form u want to use it juzt cuz they aint spitten tha way u feel it must b don't mean they have to change tha way they choose to express it. And in ur eyes wuz Pac a Poet? or did he have a stereo typed view of poets. Becuz thatz tha same way he spit hiz poetry or did he spit it different. Bottom line u aint tha creator of poetry dawg u didn't make tha rules so know ur place and don't hate on ma DPC niggaz. FUCKIN SWEET BOOTY ASS NIGGA!!!!
peace-Skillz
CSN!!!
Holla
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'FUCKIN SWEET BOOTY ASS NIGGA"-skillaztic
you should be a fucking slave,you revel in being ignorant,YOU are why the ghetto is held down,YOU are why there is racism,you are why the world is fucked up,fuck you right in the ear
IF you take back what you said i'll do likewise,i don't like beef but i don't like getting dissed either
also....Tha7th i didn't say you couldn't get deep,i actually said you could and you did but i said alot of other things...i'm guessing neither of you even read the whole post and assumed i called you shallow which i didn't......i'm not saying you can't write whatever you want,because you can but you can't write whatever you want and call it poetry.....would you take ludacris's "southern hospitality" and call it poetry? No,that doesn't mean he can't do that song....you can write whatever you want but not everything one writes is poetry....when we do battle rap that is not poetry....mine or yours battle raps aren't poetry unless you make it very general like the one Infinite dropped in the csn/outlawz battle that is a poem.
it just seems there's something aesthetic you don't get about poetry...like it seems these poems you guys have written are poetry until you can't think of something expressive or profound fo a line and you just turn it into a bragging rap...it's like Pac's life goes on....that was poetry until he was like "and tell the hoes i used to know lick me from my head to my toes..." you dig??? Yes Pac was a poet but not eveything he did was a poem....Changes was a poem...i wonder if heaven got ghetto was a poem...trapped was a narrative poem....how long will they mourn me was poetic but not quite a poem,i ain't mad atcha was poetic but not a poem....2 of amerikaz most wanted wasn't even poetic neither was cali love but they're still dope shit,you get it?
damnit i wasn't trying to be an ass but i just didn't like poetry being mislabeled and i didn't say t had to be structured but the aesthetics should be understood it's not just "i wanna be deep so i'm gonna rhyme about 'life'" you have to mean it,it had to really come from you not be forced that's why i don't call shit you do for school poems unless you wanted to write it....
and i'll post some stuff of mine anyway even though the DPC homies will just "ryde on my sweet booty ass niggah!"
Cheetah(because he was there the whole time)
I had just been mentally born,i lie awake on the bed...physically tired only....
I dreaded the milky coming of the day and realized it all goes back to
milestones of epiphany,trauma,and irony
around this time, i felt a bell rang
and a thousand entities roared past me,....i don't know why
A Hymn For The High-The death of intangibles is worshippped among the clouded dandelions
science is defiant to the mythological resources
we've proven to be forces
fast as a demon
retreating
seeping
into skin eliminating God's purposes
for his services
why can't you do what you're supposed to do?
why are you yourself wholly around those who are close to you?
strangers all never see you again yet you mask yourself in public
the ground in which i've runned it,took the gasoline and left the tub lit
i've made my own liquid flame abyss
dismissed
everything for a escape temporary
must go up and trip by any means neccesary
Time-unrequited,undecided:despised traits
we drive by them much in lifes high ways
i've reluctantly faced it
that most emotional efforts are wasted
mutual affection is so amazing and rare
how often does the one at which you stare also care?
onward we trudge,i now avoid holding a grudge
we throw so much time away in spiritual waste baskets
from the time we're born till the time we face caskets
lasted long every misery has,good times quickly pass
what is time?like most things simply a product of perception
like most things somewhat more understood by reflection
do we miss people or just the things they bring?
do we like singers or just the songs they sing?
i know nothing,i'm just rambling uncertain
opinions on all of this change from person to person
"trading your hours for a handful of dimes
going to make it in our primes,yeah
get together one more time"
what is freedom? freedom
is when you see the people around you most and realize you don't need them
mental liberty,no obligations to chivalry
cut ties,but lies,haunt us,daunt us from our desired goals
painfully obvious like fired coals
the ends been near,pull back the armies,shut off the alarms,comfort the people
silence the trumpets,concentrate time on dampening idiocies and ignorances
abundance,i thought about time and freedom today but as with all of us loves
emotions remain triumphant
compete if you will Tha7th but to me, a poet,it's about art and expression not who's 'DOPER" or "badder"....if you want me to say you have a bigger dick than me fine but don't call youself a poet if that's how it is,dig "mah DPC homie dogg gangsta ass poetix niggah"?
i'll take anything offensive back if you do the same i repeat
peace-Tanjint
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yo if i were a mod i would delete all the beef and bullshit and keep the poetry.......
or jus lock this shit up
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Arent yall glad we got Tanjint in here to be able to "define" something as abstract as poetry? ::) You might as well quit homie, all your doin is making yourself look bad. U come with the attitude that youre enlightening the keystyle forum, when really all youre doing is trying to make yourself feel better by pretending that youre some sort of Poetic God. You dont make the rules of poetry (sorry to tell u that), u didnt invent poetry, and u for DAMN sure aint the judge of what is, and isnt poetry. I aint tryna beef wit u, but if u take a second to step back and look at what youre writing...youd see that youre basically insulting anyone and everyone who posted something in this thread, only trying to cover it up with a bullshit compliment like, "you are all capable of....". I appreciate that, but i dont think u are anyone to tell me whether what i write is poetry. If u feel youre so much better, thats fine...but keep it to yurself. Im not ALL into poetry, but i have seen my fair share of it. Ive read some, listen to some, seen slams...all that. And MANY of those "poets" write things far less "poetic" (according to yur definition) then what ive seen on here. That doesnt mean they arent poets. The most important thing ive witnessed from seeing poets interacting with eachother...is respect for other writers. U could learn. peace
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*shakes his head* i was going to post mine but damn now all this spoiled the thread's flow :-/...maybe i'll start my own... props to Blade and all the other "Dead Poets".
peace
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Fuck 1st go at coming poetic! feedback yall.
:: Prisoner:::
The flashbacks forever remain like a white shirt stain...
Emotional discharge leaking out my pockets as I conceal this pain...
Thoughts of suicide, though my end’ll be soon enough...
On Death-Row for murder one, execution will commence in a month...
I sit up in my cell at night, thinkin about when I die will I see da light...
Or will I end up tortured by Satan for all da sins of my dysfunctional life...
Every second that ticks by I sense my death drawing nearer...
Why da fuck did I wild out...I loved her yet I killed-her...
Now it’s 20 hours a day in a cell, pacin back and fourth as my sanity silently yells...
Lord please forgive me, I don’t want my soul to discintegrate in da fires of hell...
~~A month later~~
:: Prisoner:::
Layed out on this table, waitin for da angel of death...
This lethal Injection's poisen will finalize my last breath...
Strapped to this death bed, I feel my stomach risin to my throat...
This sense of eternal terror is so real that I could choke...
:: Priest:::
Any last words??
:: Prisoner:::
Nah
The syringe enters, I feel da fluid traveling from my arm to my head...
No need to talk, cuz in 5 seconds I'll be dead...
Silence fills da room, and ? Wtf...I can't feel my legs...
I...
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you guys are getting on me for my opinion when th word "forum" comes from the greeks or romans getting together in a room and talking about stuff including opinions that may conflict another mans statements....Mouse,i've always thought you were dope and you still are and your stuff has always been poetic but i think you understand my comments very well so i don't see what the problem is in this instance...anyway,what you spit was great but could it stand as a poem outside of the context it's in? well i guess if you wanna get technical "Yes" anything you frickin want can be a poem but i mean you refer to my name like twice in what you wrote you mentions "dpc" so it wouldn't be as a poem standing itself logically but if you want then yes i agree you can call whatever you want to a poem.....but if one is so careless with poems then one is not a poet....A poet doesn't mean just someone who writes poems....
see the problem with people who's instrument is language is that you think you can get away with ignoring our roots....
you say i'm trying to force structure upon you...hell no....i don't have a definitve structure...sometimes i'll rhythmically rhyme but it gets only less structured from there for me....i'm just saying you should be aware of and KNOW structure before you toss it out....it's like if you didn't know what school was and you decided not to go just because your older brother told you about it....i mean Mouse: you are familiar wiht structure and alot of yourself is poetry and you can probably call yourself a poet (i don't know because i don't know you but your work merits it) but people like Hates and Blade...the most intelligent work you've probably familiarized yourself with is 2pac..i love 2pac and he's one of the greats but you should check other greats you know? it's like most peeps just learned about poetry a little bit in elementary and middle,listened to pac,rapped and now all the sudden they're a poet.....i'm just saying you should know structure so you can break it...you don't have to follow structure but know it...if you don't know structure you'll probably fall into cliche which i've seen you guys do...hell i do it too which is why in continue to edify my mind but it seems you think you're all set
like musicians.....they can't just do their own thing...they have to learn to play first and of course that involves other peoples work....and then they can make their own stuff because they can play....
just knowing how tp speak,read and write is the equivalent of just knowing how to make sound come from the instrument....
now once you have read a substantial amount of writing(not just rap because there's not that much poetry in rap and rap is derivative of stuff that we don't even know about until we've read it)
just basing your poetry on the intake of a rap fan is like watching the empire strikes back without any other sw movies and then writing a review on the trilogy.....
tone: where did i state my definition of poetic? poetry is in everything and i know that
man i guess i should have made it clear this is all my opinion but as long as that's clear i shouldn't be attacked for criticising...any writer should be able to take criticism...and yeah i'll be able to tell if you come outta nowhere and call my poems shitty out of spite for post like this and i can admit it
when i drop whack poetry or otherwise...in my battle with pillow I-bo said i had a low vocab....i didn't wanna accept that and i was gonna come with some bs about how i use a better vocab then most because i usually do in life or writing but i checked the verse and realized in that verse and occasionally otherwise my vocab was low so i didn't throw that at I-bo,he was right.in response i pretty much said "damn,i gotta try harder next time"....did any of you even check your verse for the stuff i was/am talking about or were you just itching to attack me for "trying to structure you and say what you could and couldn't do" etc as soon as you read the post???
i really don't mean an attack i've just been irked by some stuff,it's a forum remember.
PEACE-Tanjint
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i can care less about all the bullshiz in herez
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yo i think all the bs threads should be deleated because when ppl see all this shit on here, the tend to not look at the good stuff as the poetry, so can some mod please delete the no use posts?
peace.........
..::TinMaN::..
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Im too layzie 2 delete that shit just like im too layzie 2 read tanjint's educational threads about English.....fuck, I just got outta skool.....
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if you're too lazy to read it then how do you know what it's about MC beligerent? peace-Tanjint
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tone: where did i state my definition of poetic? poetry is in everything and i know that
man i guess i should have made it clear this is all my opinion but as long as that's clear i shouldn't be attacked for criticising...any writer should be able to take criticism...and yeah i'll be able to tell if you come outta nowhere and call my poems shitty out of spite for post like this and i can admit it
when i drop whack poetry or otherwise...in my battle with pillow I-bo said i had a low vocab....i didn't wanna accept that and i was gonna come with some bs about how i use a better vocab then most because i usually do in life or writing but i checked the verse and realized in that verse and occasionally otherwise my vocab was low so i didn't throw that at I-bo,he was right.in response i pretty much said "damn,i gotta try harder next time"....did any of you even check your verse for the stuff i was/am talking about or were you just itching to attack me for "trying to structure you and say what you could and couldn't do" etc as soon as you read the post???
i really don't mean an attack i've just been irked by some stuff,it's a forum remember.
PEACE-Tanjint
thas cool, if u wanna give your opinion. The reason i mentioned u giving your "definition" of poetry, is because u came out and said that everything we wrote...was NOT poetry. I jus dont feel its your call on that one, yah know? Criticism is good, if its contructive. If that was yur intent wit it, then its all good. Im thru arguin tho. peaccce
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That's some real nice shit fellaz.
Don't let anyone negatively influence what comes from your heart.
True art comes from the heart--That's all that counts.
Fuck everything else ;)