Tuesday, June 8, 2010

djBLUDhaven

Rip it out
over come me
Bring me to the cusp of life, let me fly
let my imagery be clear and crisp
and fresh and clean
let my hip hop attitude guide me through hipsterism
let my sexx symbol shine through
let me bleed out all my bloodwalls
fire walls, built by liqour soaked men
disembody them
embroider the women

I stand at the canyon
looking deep into my life
writing the freshest poetry
spitting the phattest rhymes
I declare myself the hippest
the hoppest mc- sippin on hops
and barley.

A boquet of bullet wounds.
Purple hearts
bruised.
Beaten battered,
split open by housewives,
cast over the head
a leg of lamb like a rock in the hands of a mad sibling.
Dont think a thing-
about it.

Flicker my tears, flashing lights
searching-

End sequence.

Start-fat-fresh-hip-punk
rock-legend-mic master-djBLUDhaven

Breathe.

ha
ha
ha

ha
ha
haaa

Deep breath.

Over there.
Black hearts, look, black heart, inside.

I awake to this hell on the other side of a pillow.
Every night.
Black hearts dominate.
Be hip
Be cool
B-unto others
As you would have them unto you.
Boy.

And that's my beta.