Poetic Echoes

The Level

2009-03-19T08:25:00.000-07:00

Shining like blue beams was the city we love.

A top towers and rockets was the city above

After we being torn from the sky we know

We shot laughter and scorn towards the city below

And launched 117 feet to the city above

Killing hours of play as a labor of love

We saw where the water falls would flow

on the crystal caverns of the city below

Upon finding only enemy!s in the city of love

And grunting at the slopes in the highlands above

We latched on banshees to where the winds won’t blow

And plunged through the darkness towards the city below

old poem by mua

2008-11-25T20:44:00.000-08:00

If thunder was alive

A theif robbed a bank in the bullet rain
He could not belive his luck
Thunder watched and did not speak
Thunder was thunderstruck

The pre-assassin whipped out his magnum
By which the bank owner was trapped
He kicked the gun into the air
And there was a Thunder clap

The mugger was whisked away
He’s now as harmless as a solan
Maybe on the morrow, he’ll strike again,
But today, he was thunder-stolen

The night became a whisper
Of ceaseless silent wonder
but as the rain gunned away the earth,
there was a Sound of thunder.

once again. alhamdulillah.

share your thoughts on this poem. What'dya think?

Really Cool Animation

2008-09-25T21:23:00.000-07:00

reminder to myself since I'm in college as of the moment

2008-09-22T08:44:00.000-07:00

make that pneumonic dictionary website.

Scintillating Sorrow

2008-09-14T08:08:00.000-07:00

Can u guess who this poem is talking about?

Hint: It's from a famous anime.

btw, did u notice the letters highlighted in red spell out hi man, you know that's cool XD

after all the horror after all the pain
after terrifically terrifying fire rain
that pelted on your windowpane
nothing.
is left
cept the chaos reign

and young as I am, I, the chaos mage
deeply enraged by the chaos age
seen in a scene on the obscene stage
I am. but a burning broken biophage

and lest, I try
to stop, defy
what wrong deeds I
have done

the time of war
that we abhor
is on your door
a war
never
to be won

the dawn is dead
the snow is red
my heart, which has bled
before

which has bled for lust
is now diamond dust
and trapped in it I must
restore

the crystal, the crust
of what

I have been looking for

Now I walk this ice on fire
this plank of pirate ship
My hearts burns, yearns. for its entire
weight has almost made me trip.
my mind an icebox my words satire
garbage departing from my lip

and this frozen cup of ice tea
ignites as I try to take a sip

Battling brute, pistols, and plasma cannons
across sixty regions, over giant canyons

bodies. do my katana rip

unsheath. at least,
unleash the beast
the burning wreath
that burns the birds beneath

I use to watch the red sun rise
I knew I had everything in front of my eyes
but despite desolation, sorrow's still a surprise
under skin,
deep within
the ember in
me dies

on angelic wings I take flight
bankai blue, kimono white
once upon a time, I was burning bright
now love is my kryptonite

Darkness is a pizza, I am the slice
(please forgive that coma splice)
the once-an-inferno is now a cube of ice
and sorrow alone shall have to suffice

And in my look of curtless dismay
I slay the prey every day
I am the child protege

I'm the raptor
Sorrow is my leech
Loneliness is my captor
for I'm the loneliest in Bleach

And as a member of my gotei
I am the youngest samurai

Suspension

2008-09-08T19:43:00.000-07:00

our intent for invention
is invent for convention
which meant our retention
shall be spent in detention

The Dark Knight

2008-09-03T16:52:00.001-07:00

THE DARK KNIGHT

The dark knight rox
like gallocks in my sox

Was that cheesy? XD. I just had to make a poem about the best movie I have EVER seen..

Popstar

2008-09-03T16:39:00.001-07:00

Why do I cry when a popstar dies
but care not when a friend's in danger?
Why do I slay my family ties
then have courtesy towards a stranger?

Oh also, I added Nicholas cage's picture because he is a hooribel actor. hate 'em. He was so bad, he had to be in Mortal Combat ahahah. Did you see National Treasure 2, it's the exact copy of the first one. Now, we have this really dumb looking movie. He has long hair??!?!? What's he gonna do next, play a girl??

Whatever, there. I spilt my thoughts of who I think is the worst actor. I have to admit though, Adaptation was an amazing movie.

In Pursuit

2008-09-03T16:31:00.001-07:00

WE R

in pursuit of the moon
in the dark night
as the twilight
is coming very soon

and we're

in pursuit of the sunrise
as the gun cries
a young one dies
from such a sinister swoon

the gallows attracts its
payers of taxes
like mitotic spindles

the candle waxes
cut by battle axes
but the ember rekindles

the foxes and the fires
boxes of toxic waste desires

lava lamp bubbles are hung
in every puff of air we respire
the smokers lung the acid tongue
held in us while we were young
till the day that we retire

the grain of sky sand shining bright
with the tables turning
watching the blackness against the white
with our tires burning

WE R

in pursuit of the moon
in the dark night
as the twilight
is coming very soon

and we're

in pursuit of the sunrise
as the gun cries
a young one dies
from such a sinister swoon

Longing.. Wishing..

2008-09-03T16:28:00.000-07:00

Around you is an aura of apathy, but deep down you'll find me
You wrote "I hate you!" on your posted notes to remind me
unaware of the sinful snare, ur shallow heart that shall break apart
from the chains of pain that bind me

u have to admit, this one's good :)

Treason (30)

2008-09-03T16:18:00.000-07:00

30 indicates the number the poem was in my little book of poems I wrote half a year ago. I'm thinking of posting all the posems online. some of them are good ya know :P.

sorry i've been away for so long. I guess I don't have an excuse, but I did use the summer to spend more time with friends, which I didn't do much during the year, cuz of AP classes. ok, I only took 2, but it was quite a handful. Ap stat which I didn't know much about and AP Bio which was hard considering I really loved the class. ok here comes a poem. enjoi :D

The world is run by God
happens for a reason EVERYTHING...
Giving up on life is not just odd
TREASON Its....

everything and its are supposed to be at the front of their lines obviously, but I felt like writing it this way.

Script IDea

2008-07-03T14:52:00.001-07:00

movie idea

WHIP LASH

*Jim's race
Jim is racing. He is the racing king. Races really fast. The race

truns crazy as car crash each other and flames go everywhere, but

luckily no one is hurt. One car skid the glass and almost went over.

He won the race tho. At home he showed his friends, but his wife

argues with him about showing the car crashes so many time. He said he

loves them, after which he surfs online and finds other car crashes.

They drink, like they always do in stupid dumb movies.

HOLLYWOOOD!!!!!!!

*night
Jim's wife asks him if he will always protect her. He said he will.

With life and limb he will. They go to sleep.

*vacation crash
The family is driving through a forest on teh way to vacation. They

drive nice SUV. The parents talk with Maggie in the back seat. Life

flashes before his eyes as a truck with moving supplies crashes them

ead on. They have their seat belts on. Three pole come out and Jim,

saying he'll protect her, puts arm in front of her face, poles get

stuck in his arm. They look at Maggie. She seems dead. They cry and

she wakes up. They look in front at dead man and almost throw up. He

moves and they're releaved.

*fear
A few days l8r, the entire family dreads ever driving. Jim gets a dream that he's at the raceway. All the cars go, but his car stays. As the cars are going to overlap him, one car slams into his car, b/c he's in shock and does not want to drive. This starts a huge car pile up and many ppl die. Jim wakes up and that same day says, Cmon we have to face our fears. We have to start driving. TODAY. so they do, and both parents quench their fear of driving, but Maggie refuses to ride in a car. at all.

*she later regains her courage, but when she's a teen, she doesn't want to drive.

*youtube video
Someone shows Jimmy the movie of the race car driver who died. He's

scraed to watch it. Right before the explosion he freaks and cries.

*right turn
after crash, maggie's mom almost crash at a right turn. she had right

turn ophobia. she takes left turns to go anywhere and it sucks if

she's lost. One days she took a left turn and almost crash so she

closed her eyes and veered off right. She took a right turn. She call

her husband. "I TOOK A RIGHT TURN!" "wow, that's great" They talk and

then, u see Jimmy and all u hear is Craaaaaash. Anna, are u there?

ANNA!!!!! .... long pause. yeah I'm here. There's a 18 wheeler truck

that crashed fell down a hill, crashed a light pole and flipped over.

Ms.Anna helped the driver out and turns out it was a girl/woman. This

is salma. Anna says salma's lucky it was a truck. otherwise she'd die.

*in betweens1
Salma shows everyone Phil, her dad. He was apralyzed from the waist

down, so he couldn't walk. Salma took over his truck.

*Phil was at hospital
Phil was taling to Maggie. Maggie learned that he was the driver of

the van with poles in it. One pole broke off and stuck in his back. he

was paralyzed wasit down. He wrote a poem that went
-In Cars we are the cannonballs
-crashing into mighty castle walls
-every word we ever say
-we take for granted every day
-until that final day that comes
-when we could barely prick our thumbs

Salma creis and cries and says she is sorry for the crash. ... pause.

He says ARe u STILL crying? She's confused. He told her about a song

in arabic that says I have two eyes. the world is mine. I have two

ears. the world is mine. He says I was blessed with four limbs. God

took away two. Half the world's still mine.

*at school
there's a transition betwen the above scene and this one. camera zooms

out of hospital. First everything's 3d. Then, everything is

cartoonish, clay model, then origami, to indicate school. Then,

there's a pic of Maggie on the table next to an origami bird.

Someone's reading it. The pciture reflects the real life, and the

place they're in is BosniCoffee, a shop owned by Phil's wife. Phil's

fam is bosnian. She's reading a poem she called Half the world's still

mine. Phil is in a wheel chair next to her. Everyone claps, or should

I say snaps. The snaps slow mo.

"When we can barely prick our thumbs"

*Phil at hospital AGAIn
Phil doing push up. Maggie leaves and says sorry bad time. No no. it's

not I'm doing push up. Phil designed a bike that u can steer and pedal

with ur hands, for hospitalized ppl. He made a race for ppl aftre that

with that bike and even ppl who aren't in wheelchairs can join.

*the race
phil whoops everyone. He's racing and he fell a couple times. It's in

slow mo, sometimes, and the (rabbit makes it out of the cheetah's

grasp) In paper, it says disabled poet wins trophy!

*baby race
Salma and Maggie become fast friend and they go to a random baby race.

lol!

*Salma and drunk driver
Maggie notice Salma didn't drink. she offered and Salma say no. After

a long time. she finally recounts her driving the 18 wheeler. She

talked b4 about the no zone on trucks and how ppl don't see them.She

almost ran over a car and another car went under her truck. First car

veered off into the right. She was like phew, when all of a sudden

another oldmobile car came and the guy who drove it was drunk. He

crashed the car and totalled it. There were bodies lying around. It

was like a cannonball came and swept them. An arm was lying on the

crushed door of the car.

*police, then concert
Maggie calls Salma on the phone. They talk about Bosnia and how

drinking was big porblem there. Some muslims say it's cuz of the

corruption of the ppl there that made Serbs attack them. Meanwhile

someone's trying to rob the house. They already robbed Maggie's house

and pooped in their closet upstairs. Salma opens the door and cusses

him out while she punched him (boxer punch) and he whips out his gun,

she grabs it curses him more and kicks him in the balls!. Police show

up, 15 min late as usual. Magi and Salma talk as Charlie Murphy comes

out and makes jokes to them. They leave and go to a

PARAMORE CONCERT!!!!!!!!

There, Maggie meets, second cousin of Salma, who's part black. This is

Maggie's future husband.

*Phil's dream
Phil tells Maggie at hospital again that if he could, he swear he

would drive a car again. he's become a race car driver like Maggie's

dad. His dream was gear shift. To drive as fast as he can into the

sunset until his wheels burn. Since he can't do that, he can write

poetry.

This time, Jimmy is there. He asks him what about the car driver who

died in a race. He said I don't feel sorry for him. shock. I don't

feel sorry for him. He among others died doing what they love. If what

u love is how u died, then all ur dreams came true.

Just like The Croc Hunter
Timothy Treadwell
The Race Car Driver
and so will I.

*phil dies
phil is reading poem at dinner table everyone pay attention,
he's on last part, then about to die. his daughter, salma reads rest

of it. he's dying and says, finish the poem, she reluctantly does.

then he seems to die. She getts really angry, (boxer getting angry)
starts punching stuff. Phil wakes up and says finish. she embarassed

and says ok. The last lines were like "..... came through, if what u

love is how u die, then all your dreams came true." She and phil say

this together. Then he dies. Then molotov prt, she gets angry and

wants wine. horrible blood red wine. They can't stop her.

*molotov
phil daughter punch table after phil dies (serb punch bosnian)
throws molotov (gernade throw by serb)
molotov spinning (cannon ball)
trun into a missile, hits the fire place (hits the mosque)
backwards playing = horrible blood red wine. friends don't let friends

drive drunk=

*grave
person is reading prayer. rain is falling. umbrella go up (bullet

proof umbrellas go up)
rain falls (cannonballs fall over bosnia. city burns)
ravens get struck by lightning (doves get shot by teen soldiers over

bosnia)

*rain clears
A double flower thingy (in milapse) blooms. time lapse.
apology rose withers on tombstone. next time salma is there. Maggie

asks why the tomb stone is like that. She says I don't know. He

wantedt it like that. There's only phil's name. under it is a pic of a

car.

*b4 ending
Black dude (black mom white dad, with european accent) is with Maggie.

talking, listening to a beat made by Blackistani. A trucks comes from

opposite direction, he gets sleepy drifts into that lane. Maggie's

like noooooo. There's a collage of everything that went on. from first

crash to now. then, maggie grabs steering wheel. Anggggggggo *sound of

car go past* Sheyells at him and they argue. He said he only wanted to

tell her somthing. She fights, and then he says, I love u. She says I

luv u too. She goes to sleep dreaming of gear shift poem. He drives

into the sunset. She imagines stars flying past, wheels on fire, gear

shfiting. The sunset is beautiful and pink. The next day, there's a

jubilee next to the hotel they're staying at. Clams and stuff are on

the shore. Everyone's picking up stuff. (kinda like ppl gathering at a

crash) In one clam, black dude prteneds to find something. tells

maggie to pry it open, it flings open. She hits him and says he's

weak. He takes out a wedding ring and says will u marry me. They both

rejoice. sky is orange and whitish, maggie's favorite colors.

*ending
after marriage. both ppl go to a marriage present, two lambo they get

to drive on a speedway by themselves. (cheetah and rabbit) black dude

cathes up to maggie. they speed off and maggie wins. they leave.

*credits.
timelapse of city driving at night. time lapse of one cra with seat

belt, one without. time lapse os car rims spinning. cool mophono

techno music in background. speedway, regular drviign, and car test

place. end

The Grizzly Man

2008-05-26T12:46:00.000-07:00

This is the story of Timothy Treadwell. He was eaten by grizzly bears after living peacefully with them for years. To everyone, he was a lunatic. To me, he was a hero who diminished his addictions by protecting who he believed in: the grizzly bears.

Treadwell

Once was a man named Timothy Treadwell and Timothy, well did he tread.
Timothy was wild but fed well, and well, wild but still undead
He broke his tobacco bread well, for he and his rod was well, unwed
Among the Alaskan bears, Treadwell stayed with out fear or dread.

In the days of dying youth, Treadwell’s life was filled with pain.
What can quench this madness he thought, for all his virtuousness’s slain
What can quell these obsessions he fought as to keep him from being insane
What can I do to trade my wasted years for uplifting gain
What can I do to blast away these bullets of badness in my brain.

Timothy wandered on and on in rain and shine and snow
He smoked and drank and partied long. He was a crazy one, you know.

An overdose struck him in the 80s, in the hospital he slept
Then with a friend he went to Alaska, in a hospital, he couldn’t be kept
A time passed after his first stay, the bears grew very welcoming.
Among the bears did he tread, returning not to society and its hell drumming

Camping on the great “Big Green”, on the Katmai Coast, in Hallo Bay
A little bear in a big family he was, on the “Big Green” he was to stay.
Nothing, not even law enforcement, could tread on Treadwell’s way,
For in Alaska he’d gladly stay until his dreadful day.

Timothy loved the bears, even the Park Service could not
Stop Treadwell’s erratic behavior by giving him all they’ve got.

Timothy broke a lot of rules, he refused bear spray and the electric fence.
He was considered one of the fools, he illegally guided tourists and that didn’t make any sense
As not to break the ”timothy rule,” he used a motor boat and went up and down the coast and hence,
In his mind, he would find a legal place to put up his fence.
Giving up the idea, he hid in the trees, his family of bears needed defense.

Tim and goldilocks survived an amazing 13 years
Before their supporters knew they’d be reduced to tears.
A new bear came to power, a bear any human fears
And all the other bears cam together to tear the couple into shreds and sheers.

The Grizzly Man once protected these bears but today he was their catch,
His spine and arm was recovered with his wrist watch still attached.
Close to the camp, Hugunard’s body was found
with twigs and dirt entangled beneath a mound.

Back then Tim’s temptations loomed like a fading ghost
But he conquered his fears and stayed with the beasts all men fear most.
Bearly winning over his addictions, but treading well in the land of bears
Rarely was there a man like Treadewell, each of his videos declares.

There was a dying man named Treadwell, but well did he tread
In the land of bears, his head fell and the ground was pure blood red.
Doing what he loved until he was dead, well, Treadwell… was a hero left unsaid.

Pygmalion Notes

2008-05-07T03:32:00.000-07:00

beginning. starts out at St. Paul's church at convent Garden.

eliza calls freddy freddy, but she only says it as a way to address ppl.

pickering gives her money, a bystander tell her a police informer takes note.s. It's actually higgins taking phonetic notes.

rain happens at end of show at theatre.

TOTTENHAM: (soccer) and flower girl. Eliza wants to sell flowers at the corner of Tottenham Court Road in flower shop. Pickering nice, tell Eliza to sit down.

Eliza want to leave, higgins gives her chocolate. She thinks shes poisoned,

6 months with Higins -eliza.

mr. doolittle want money, pretends to save daughter's honor. alfred's his name. gets 5 pounds

eliza wears blue kimono. warned against snobbery.

Note: Pygmalion is a carver of women statues out of ivory, falls in love with them. galatea is made from ivory, she's" milk white"

ACT 3: Mother Higgins house

Mr. hiigins goes home. Mohther is expecting ppl over, the Eynsford Hills. mother, son, and daughter.
parlor maid borught them in.

higgins about to call eynsford hills all savages.

mother calls them babies with live dooll ( pickering and higgins) and tell them a problem once the game is over. alls them infinite stupidity.

Mrs. higgins. Not just how she pronounces, but what she pronounces.

Victorian society. middle class cervility is boring.

Higgins says a good women, be like his mother.

Act 4

They went to ambassador already and she is passed as duchess at ambassador's party. .

They return home. higgins looks for slippers. Eliza returns them to their spot. They're bored (hig and pick) and say happy to say experiemnt is over.

Eliza fling slippers at his face! bauhahaha

eliz says no one treat her badly. she's just hurt. just confused now all is over. She asks. hig says 1. marry, 2 open flower shop. She does both later. She want clothes for free, not theivery. Hig is hurt. She throws ring in fire. take it out, put it on dessert stand.

Eliza: notes... "I mean nothing.. just like slippers"

Act 5

Eliza has run away. Picka nd Hig go to Mother of hig home.

Alfred randomly go in. tell hig, hig destroyed his happiness. Hig recommended Afred for a millionaire as a moralist. doolittle take crae of his trurst, has to lectuer for 3000 pounds a year at Wannafeller Moral Reform World League. The new weath has borught him relatives to be fed and "moral" ways to act.

hig give 5 pnds to own eliza. Mother says stop, doolittle go out on balcony, so eliza not scared for ur fortune. ok. Eliza upstairs all along.

Eliza talks. Pikc tell her she is not experiment. Doolittle come back, say he wants marriage. He's dressed uo for it. everryone got reday cep t higgins and eliza.

If she comes back, Hig will adopt her. She can mary pick. She neer maryy hig. she say Freddy love her. They will get money by confronting nepommuck .

HIG :You will jolly soon see... into her head and her notuh an idea... somthing like that

Eliza flower and vegetable shop.

Nepommuck sasy she's a hungarian princess.

3 ostrich feathers mismatched in her hat. The mabassador never called her beauty of orient.

pics and poetry 1

2008-05-04T10:09:00.000-07:00

This is the sears tower. beautiful ain't she.. or he?

Glowing strings sighted above the expressway.

The city has its own auroras. They disappear at daybreak, along with our dreams.

The night holds a streetlight rave party.

logos

2008-05-04T10:04:00.000-07:00

Here are logos for another website I made. Another blog actualy. all pics drawn on ms paint. Go check the pics out ur self at childrenoftheunderground.blogspot.com

Spiderwebbish Sense

2008-04-09T21:33:00.001-07:00

The shadow of the sonic boom that makes not a sound
The echo of the Super Nova that petrifies the ground
The death of the black-iced auroras buried beneath our lives
the taste of buttery tranparency of metallic unseen knives
The smell of audicity yelling through the mic by the sweetest yellow
is the touch of crystal clearness that ignites the earth's aroma every time you say

"Hello!"

Gaspard

2008-04-09T21:31:00.000-07:00

Fingers: half-buried alive in wine
half-indulged in mud
:paint five letters to which the mind is blind
and that is BLOOD

none , no one won now

2008-04-09T21:27:00.000-07:00

No one wants to hear a whine
nor whimper
for even if thy face is fine
souls simper.
Perfect the word
perceive thy art
Unto thy paper
though spill thy heart
for of this world
you play a part
and this pen
is where you'll start

Ascorbic

2008-04-09T21:18:00.000-07:00

A volcanoe erupts in space, stars detonate as black holes and super novas
The spins of vines intertwines as life-tree corrodes into 99-leaved clovas

Odd and orange ooze ooze out an uzi
choking our cherished chambers, for this dictator isn't choosy

This sadistic, ascorbic, and sickly sour
barrierless battalion... is a biohazard flower

The Cloud

2008-04-09T21:16:00.000-07:00

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Here. Have a tissue.

AMP

2008-04-03T22:11:00.000-07:00

Though the lights of life are hampered

and their auroras act as if tampered with

Cityscapes should not be scampered

for peace what we're pampered with

All I can say is thank you God. I made this poem while listening to Marie digby on Youtube at 12:11 at night.

The Origin of Pieces

2008-03-29T09:38:00.000-07:00

The Origin of Pieces
i've been thinking for a while about this.. (btw the pic has nothing to do with what I'm bout to write) ideas for movies and books don't just come out of nowhere. They're not just born in the creator, writer, or animators heads. They are inspired by something else. Take the One movie for example, the movie with jet Li going into alternate dimensions.. That movie was solely copied off f the Matrix movie. Ok, I know, that was easy right? Well, he's some other movie ideas that were inspired by someone else's work. Check it out.

[The merry go round that makes you age] = Something wicked this way comes by Bradbruy-- > Theif Lord by Cornelia de funke.

[screwed up Utopias] = Farenheit 451, Brave New World, V for Vendetta, 1984-- > Equilibrium the movie

[The fortress of solitude] = “Fortressed in your Solitude” a quote in Robert service’s poem called “dreams are Best”

[Lion King]= “lion king” mentioned about a Saracen or a European I think, in chapter 12 of The Talisman, by Sir Walter Scott

[The raven]= many times, I’ve read something mentioning a raven associated with death in Shakespeare’s plays -- > “the Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe

[Pride Rock]= I forgot where, but I think I saw it in Robert service’s poems

Socca Playa

2008-03-28T21:49:00.000-07:00

2008-03-28T16:35:00.000-07:00

unpublished song by muy. Allah gave all this to me.

2008-03-24T15:56:00.001-07:00

Ev're place N Ev're step I take I Persevere

Mighta Fine is this Dezinne of life I comandeer

The diemen Sky makes the life that I live krystal clear

The clock talks and ticks a way the clicks as the end is racing near

The deadle' furrrnis breaks and burns izzz mighty fears

My tumme' churrrrns, I twists nn turn these heave' gears

All the skin and sin and everythin I've been in

why can't I win if I did begin, n, the world started spinning

it's just a little mistake why can't I take it, break away and scream myself awake

I bad, I'm dead as the night's sun bakes my head, is it true or fake

I wanna know I come.

Far frommm

The feldgeling youth

Even my heart

would break apart

like a saber tooth

and cut it cold

That's why we hold

toawrds the truth.

Views

2008-03-24T07:01:00.000-07:00

You scour the globe for a comment, a view
if any
while looking at your friend wondering how does he...
get so many
Were my work a talent on the streets, I wouldn't even get...
a penny

blah

Kind(of)ness

2008-03-24T06:55:00.000-07:00

Kind words left unsaid
are like the dying or the living dead
but compassion in one about to speak
rises above the highest peak,
shining like the brightest sun
. The hearts of two, becoming one.

Worth

2008-03-24T06:53:00.000-07:00

I own a smudged blueprint of my story
for its entirety was destined since birth.
forget this mortal glory.
God gives what I'm worth

Rhino-virus

2008-03-16T11:47:00.000-07:00

bismillah

Here comes the rhino

trampling through the city:

a clear crystal dino-
saur with no pity.
With a hideous demeanor,
it spreads its terror
no scope is keener
to either child or ring-bearer
An icy diamond
with a latticed desgin here.
When you hear the siren,
you'll have to sign here

patient no. 110 _____________________________

Try to see if u can find the meaning of the poem. Leave a comment thx. =)

MOZLEM @ BUS STOP

2008-03-15T21:19:00.000-07:00

Even though I'm carefree
Killers still scare me
And I could barely
Wait for you there, see
I wouldn't dare be
close to the snare, the
obstinate airy
smell of the flare, gee
It could probably tear thee.
See that man over there, he
has a cufi to wear, see...
he is just scare E
to mE.

Is it just me or are we all just paranoid? Maybe mozlems are cooler than we think.

How far have we come since the King?

2008-03-15T21:14:00.001-07:00

How far have we come since the King?
The "I Have a Dream" the "Let Freedom Ring"
The "I Know Why The Caged Bird" can sing
The "fly like a butterfly" and have a bee sting
The "X" who saw unity in the land of everything
The Rose, the Parks, and the bus ticket fling
How far have we come since the King?

How far have we come since the King?
Algebra's body on a noose string
Algorithm's soul burned because of the half ring
Alchemy's powder used for bombing
Avicinia's system stolen for western naming
Arabsque grafitified, cutting equality's loose string
How far have we come since the King?

Icy lines of Snowetry

2008-03-08T06:15:00.000-08:00

I just finished reading Qur'an and my mom was like, look at this! The backyard had snowed over and the trellis in front of the backdoor was begging to be photographed. So that's what I did. Alhmdulillah. Oh wait, did u wanna see the pics, here they are.

THE ICE VINES

The ice vines
Intertwines
The spines
Of the trellis
1 of its kinds
In nature’s clines
That binds
The eyes and makes everybody zealous
Peering from the blinds
I see that its designs
Reminds
Me that even the fine snowy rose is jealous

THE FROSTY TABLE TOP

The frosty table top stands
Shiftless .;. with no demands,
No barbequee on this day give out commands
For his son to turn off the radio that’s playing a billion bands.
The frosty man’s
Hands
Are tan
And thicker than
An orangutan’s hands
The hands of the bad lands
Of burning ironclad sands.
Now, That makes a man!
But can
He withstand
The blizzard-white sands?

Leave honest comments, if u think the poetry's lame, that's what it is.

Index of Inferno

2008-03-07T13:38:00.000-08:00

Black fire on the tip of my finger
A sinister silky spark ,
An inferno in my index ,
That blankets the world in dark.
A swarm of midnight insects ,
A deadly skull-skylark.

Like a book without words, or a tongue-less syntax ,,
Midnight black is this evil inferno in my index..
White is the blaze of my melancholy apartment complex ,,
Where I reside with hate and pride, one of a million convicts ..

But beneath this hard tree bark;;
May not be a sinister spark;
Rather, a stronger power. .one able to slice;;
A blizzard flake,, a volcanic flower,, a peaceful touch of ice.

Silent Age Mechanism

2008-03-06T13:41:00.000-08:00

It's so immense
to have the sense
of making a microscopic fence
for a condense
defense
against
a crawling prancer
a careless dancer
that provides no crafty answer
and hence
it's a careless dancer
at the host's expense

There's a hidden meaning in this poem. I don't mind anyone interpreting it any way they want but the real meaning lies in an obvious epigram. Look closely and here's a picture clue.

Your Parents were always right

2008-03-06T13:17:00.000-08:00

When life's no less
Than a cloudy mess
that do address
sins to confess
cuz they don't degress
nor wane at best.
Put hand on chest
be calm in look and dress
be king cuz life is chess
and dont' detest
a wildness rest
for u were one that God did bless

2008-03-05T18:10:00.000-08:00

Once Again

Sometimes I wish
I could dish
(as sadness beckons
for two eternal seconds)
beautiful rhymes
in these microcosms of never-ending times
then continue
right back to
being happy-ish

Once Again

Trying to Interpret a Poem

2008-03-05T17:36:00.000-08:00

I was reading Average Poet and there was a poem that I didn't quite understand (*sry, still in high school, limited vocab lol) and I went on dictionary.com and I think I kinda get it. The poem is called Failing and I think this is what it means.

My definition of Average Poet's poem is a poem. If u think u don't like it, I'll just delete this post and sneak away he he.

Does deadly dumbness define deterioration
of anti-egoistic empathy earning explanation
for business, bankers, and banks beginning "bed-ridden-ation"
and such sad sacrificial statistics seeking salvation.

I still don't know what ur poem mean, Average Poet, but was I close?

Sunset

2008-03-04T19:55:00.000-08:00

Martian, maroon, red hue
The dye spread across the urban sky
Clouds, hanging like a painting
Red, Blue, Purple
true works of art
an eternity on canvas
along with a sip of happiness
without smudges-brushed with perfection

Do Compare..

2008-03-04T19:47:00.000-08:00

Warm is day and cold is night
Dark is shade and bright is light
Feed with spoon and kill with knife
Sad is death and bliss is life

RaceleSspider

2008-03-04T19:42:00.000-08:00

Beginning in the dust of May,
Winning every fateful day
Spinning social webs without delay
Thinning the lines between men of clay
Pinning the bigoted fly in the fray
Skinning it like a sunlight ray
Chagrinning the insect’s mortal tray
Grinning as if to say
“Sinning is not the only way.”

Treasure upon a HighTower

2008-03-03T18:08:00.000-08:00

Treasure upon a HighTower
Bismillahirrahmanirraheem

Treasure… Treasure… upon a HighTower
Aussie burning brightly like the sunniest sunflower
And as for the tower clock
It goes tick and clicks and tock upon each timely hour.

Treasure… Treasure… Upon a HighTower
Commands the infernal souls to cower
For nothing so sublime in the sands of time
has shone with ruth like the treasure of truth upon this highest tower.

Everything sorrow and everything sour,
This monumentous dragonet does devour.
A sudden! An olden,
majestic, giant golden
eagle perches A top this highest tower

Like a Venetian gargoyle, knight-like, royal,
crafted of the finest ore in the deepest soil,
Each eye could tell if a feather fell
(a mile away) into a midnight well
of the blackest oil

The bladed beak was a vicious shell
to tear apart, destroy, and quell
its enemies into tin foil.

A rain storm came, merciful and tame
Upon this Highest Tower.
As the crystal drops of confidence mingle,
the eagle felt every single,
Tangible enchanted tingle
Energize him with some hidden power.

A Golden egg sat in the “hornet’s nest”
the highly guarded treasure chest
Made of the boldest and the best
Branches of a wondrous olive tree

Beneath its golden shell,
was a future tale to tell,
the greatest time to dwell,
In a land where man shall all live free.

Up high was a birds feathers
sheltering the egg from stormy weathers,
the nest harder than the hardest leathers,
like a sword’s protective sheath.

Down below was a lake once bloody,
Rocks once full of slime-once muddy,
and the bushes once burned and turned cruddy
as did everything else beneath.

Once upon, or twice upon, or infinitely enticed upon
A time long ago or so the cliché would say…
Before the happily ever after…or the ghost of spoken laughter,
This tower was a turret to send enemies to the hereafter.

A memory of war came upon the protagonist,
Time, like online gaming, was “so-lagged-in-this”
Everlasting battle,
with the pounding of metal,
the slaying of people like cattle,
yet the eagle touched no flower petal
So as not to make the wrong much “wronger.”

Suddenly a feeling exploded, then grew very still,
then shot, and recoiled until,
it echoed again much stronger.

The eagle eyes scanned and mowed the watery lawn,
but close to birth of the sparkling dawn,
the eagle could not hold on…
much longer.

He chucked a pebble in this tiny ocean,
set the moonlit waves in motion,
warning any passerby of doom.
Agitating the lake with a peaceful violence,
widely narrowing echo of silence,
capable of a super sonic boom.

An echo starting as little ripples,
touches the Mercury shores in doubles, triples,
turning over trees in its path to cripples—
the forest becomes a natural tomb.

The eagle marveled with wonder eyes
At the sickening surprise
A horrid, phat, a horrible cat,
burning with fiery eyes.

With a mane ablaze, it was such a pity,
A symbolic sum of every sinful city
Many a soul are scathed from the lion’s black light aura,
As if it emanated from the suns aurora
No one trainer could quite adore a
demonic graveyard kitty.

A distance from bell’s knells,
techno cloned human cells,
or the snipe’s shore of emptyshells,
the bird aimed its optical carousels
at the stalking graveyard kitty.

Before the kitty could roll death’s die,
the eagle spake with a voice that pierced the sky:
“Your dark ways burn me cold
disturbs mine eyes of gold”

In that dead of night,
Under the full moon light
The bird burned bright
His “hardest hue to hold.”

Though it felt a little bitten,
replied the lion-like kitten:
“An inferno will replace your tower
you will meet your final hour
That egg shell today shall break
This treasure is mine to take”

With dread
the eagle said:

“I am not cold, like bony marrow,
nor like the substance of a golden pharaoh
if you unleash each fiery arrow
you will not hit my progeny..

In the egg, there’s a future ruler who’s just and fair,
And his fairest son his finest heir,
To rule a silver valley where,
There’s no racism or misogyny.”

“With out the gleaming talons, I fight, and without a fiery breath,
Come against me, come what may, ‘Give me liberty or give me death.’”
Flying backwards and far away
Faded of each glory-day
Sitting in the moonlight chair was (not a bird of prey)
(But) a bird of power.

Up above the dead still lake
The eagle eyed the cat-like drake
While shining with a glistening blake
Above this Highest Tower.

The Liondrake unlocked his jaws
Stretched himself out on his shadowy paws
In stalking positions, his eyes glared on top of interior saws
Betwixt these canines was a black ball of fury, a blackened star ‘twas.

The dark sphere of death instantly detonated,
Towards the eagle ran a shadow, a hollow ray,
Just a few seconds before being annihilated,
The eagle encased himself in a golden shield
For the only thing he had in his ammunition tray
Was a breath of gold, gold he’d gladly wield.

Then the kitten ignited his fiery mane
And turned the revolver in his brain
Played Russian roulette with his manes’ black fire
Pieces of darkness detaching as sparrow rising high and higher.

The Sparrows, flying, formed in the sky a sinister skull
Painting the echoing night like a ghost ship’s ghastly hull
Downwards burned the birds, like pieces of carded wool
Their fire lit the sky day bright, even though the moon was full.

Spinning went each evil sparrow,
Each cauldron bubbling fiery arrow.
Each blackest bird was trailed by whitest fire
Spiraling behind, leaving traces sapphire.

The first Sparrow torpedo came with lightning speed
Parting the waves with its tree of greed
Forming a tunnel of water indeed
As it skimmed the lake with creedless creed.

Approaching in an instant was this mini phoenix
Its fiery tail a twirling trail of an inferno double helix
The eagle watched with eagle eyes
And breathed his golden breath
The sparrow stops right where it flies
And dies a golden phrozen death

The other sparrows swiftly follow
A golden wall appeared without a sound
Each sparrow passing through became gold and hollow
And broke into nuggets upon the ground.

The graveyard kitty burned in a rage
His mane reached another fire phase
The forest around him became a night cage
As each tree was ablaze.

The feline eyes turned into a yellow void,
He was deeply mad, annoyed
Two dragon missiles were weeped out, deployed
To have the eagle dead, destroyed.

Like lightning came the burning dragon missiles
Flying past the eagle, he’d still hear their thunder whistles.
Then came back around like seekers seeking gold
These homing projectiles roared, but the eagle was dead-set bold.

Stretching each wing out to its sides
And curving them like blades
He spun upside down and cunningly divides
Each missile in half as each explodes and fades.

The kitten was too shocked to speak
Instead he stuck out his fire tail
And rose it to its peak,
Expanding a deadly dark mirror
To a gigantic scale.

The mirror mirrored the dragon of humanity
And tyrannic faces did appear
Hitler, Jones, Tito, Mallaso, Aira, Wib, Saud
And other pharaohs of insanity
Were just a few made clear.

Then came war scenes, uncensored and obscene:
:Tanks fired on stone wielders:Abusers ruled the jail:
:Bullets rained, geysers opened, and there was Torpedo hail:

The eagle could not bear it,
He believed in peace
He flew towards the shadow mirror
And said beneath his golden fleece:

“Despite the great unknown I bravely devise
To reap, rid, and reveal this wondrous device.”
As the kitten beheld with fiery eyes.
A jet streamed beak has punched the ice.

!Craaaaash!

Blown to bits all lost n’ scattered
Twice as hard as ice..that had not mattered
The deep and evil mirror had cracked and shattered
As the whistling wind blew to and fro.

The next event had no match for words—
The most valiant of the flying birds
Went spiraling as it plunged towards
The great vast lake below.

!Splaaaaash!

An echo ripple appeared in the lake
A droplet boimped up like a child who just spat
Disappeared was the bird, all shiny and blake.
The End. That was that.

Not a millisecond traversed the earth
When suddenly as the cat rose its head,
It wimpered as if domesticated from birth
and its heart stopped dead.

When the cat was still falling down
A golden echo flashed from the lake
Like an invisible booming sound
Turning the ground a golden cake.

The fire trees cease to burn
but their fiery shapes still stood
and they became gold like the cat that ceased to yearn
was now gold and deprived of livelihood.

No longer was it a hollow night
Daybreak brought the morning, the sunny dawn
Gold rained from the sky and shone the forest bright
Every thing was gold that the rain fell down upon.

Epiphany froze time into a speck of dust
A speck in the sand of a glass that tells the hour
A gleaming wind of golden crust
Crept up the Highest Tower.

Treasure Treasure upon the HighTower
Awaits to feed the egg on waking hour.
One day there will be men of power
Descending this highest tower.

As the sun shone on the golden egg
And the day sat on his bent back
Yawning as he stretched his leg
Suddenly, on the egg appeared the sharpest CRACK!

Treasure… Treasure… upon the HighTower
Was ready for this waking hour.

Horrible Bloodred Wine

2008-03-02T08:41:00.000-08:00

“Oh that horrible blood red wine”

From a past life now forgotten
as my heart grew black and rotten
with a sinful essence clear as cotton
I felt myself no longer fine,

Bottle clutched, I stay there, sitting
recollecting thoughts, admitting,
there was no way out, no quitting,
the Massacre at Palestine,

So forever-I was not kidding’
I had no choice at my bidding
except to drink blood, fitting
my mouth full of that horrible blood red wine.

Suddenly, I began to recall a grand memory,
a vague remembrance I tried to hide cleverly-
But I am human, my mind burned and turned Emory
with a disaster where I was the mastermind.

It was a pitch-black night in April 1997
Boozed up from a party, I was coming home at eleven--
Having betrayed soberness, not thinking of heaven,
Or the future that would forever be malign.

I drove on, mad like a demon
Rappers on the radio, I heard them leanin’
Rode on, like their songs, but now I was even
Copying satanic design.

I checked my cell because I heard it ringing,
Far above, sat a perched raven singing
The drink, through my blood and soul, ran stinging.
I was now so far behind.

Suddenly a mass was coming my way,
I felt for the brakes, but pushed the pedal on the highway
Black birds enveloped the skyway
A car came rushing like the gushing of the Tyne.

On the vial’s skull logo, a grin was shaping
My soul grew still; my mouth lay gaping
From the collision, there was no escaping.
My God… I am a Frankenstein.

As the rats drew biting, the pendulum slashing
Darkness, frightening, “balderdashing”
Leafless trees, lightning flashing
How I wish I saw that scarlet sign,

In seconds, there was a crash that pulled me under
An echo of silence, a sound of thunder
For in that hiatus in time, I wonder
If I would make it out alive and fine.

As the twisted metal came thrashing
And the crumpled cars, grinding, smashing
I saw a teenage boy come crashing
Through the windshield and into mine.

Adding to the worst of my dismay
I heard the boy breathlessly say:

“I’m the preacher’s son. Don’t beg for forgiveness. Don’t cry.
But never sin again, for everyone one must die.
Whatever tomorrow brings, remember me, this is good bye.”
The lights turned off inside my mind.

I drove to the hospital, above flew a raven
The trees grew darker, the world had caved in
As the wretched beggars stood on the sidewalk wavin’
No smile came to this heart of mine.
The only one was on the skull of that horrible blood red wine.

Tears came down with the driver crying
I stood watching his son dying
A great sorrow I could not help denying
Started to flood my mind

I didn’t do much but muttered
Half-true words I tried, and stuttered
And nothing I did at all, I uttered
The evil and regretful line
“Oh that horrible blood red wine”

The father accosted the doctor after my decision
to cause a deadly car collision.
From the eye of X-ray vision
We knew his son had cracked his spine.

Under the boy’s skin, he wasted away
All because I had gone astray
This was to be his final day,
But how I wished it were mine

The man’s son died, he sat weeping
In my heart evil was seeping
I felt a guilty fire creeping
Somewhere far off in my mind
How I wish I never drank… that horrible blood red wine

Time flew by from past to present
Of a tower-lurker, a future peasant,
That was I-the effervescent
Man with the bottle of wine

And yet the blood and skull I hated
Became a drink of desire, jailed and jaded
Now I would love to be vindicated
Of that horrible blood red wine

I grabbed that bottle- of desire
Divulged the last of the useless fire
This addiction would now retire
When I smashed the drink of me, the liar, against this floor of mine

There was an ocean of blood, explosion of pieces
Among bits of glass, a skull now ceases
The World War inside me ended with a final thesis:
“‘Tis the end of that horrible blood red wine”

‘Oh how I saw it shine
That horrible blood red wine.’

The sun went setting,
a martian red wedding,
The final seed of sin was shredding
“Victory, at last”- that was my final line

‘Oh how I saw it shine!
That horrible blood red wine.’

She sells sea shells by the sea shore?

2008-03-02T08:39:00.000-08:00

Sally's emptyshells

Sally sells her empty shells by a shadowed shore
Hearing knells of hollows bells from the third world war
Even ghosts, sadly, would not buy the shells… she badly
Wanted (was haunted) to get a few pennies more

Sally was bold, and bravely sold
Two shells to a silent snipe who said
Though I shot your loving father, do not fear, do not bother
For you too, shall be dead.

!

2008-02-27T14:52:00.002-08:00

....

2008-02-27T14:52:00.001-08:00

Alhamdullillah for everything

...

The Finite Dust of Sweet Surrender

2008-02-27T14:49:00.001-08:00

The finite dust of sweet surrender
Has no mortal end
Argument begs no return to sender
let all hearts amend
The iron chained knuckles of a grand contender
seeks souls to offend
But the daring dust of sweet surrender
makes every contender a friend

Maf

2008-02-27T14:22:00.000-08:00

One time I took infinite
And multiplied by two.
There was a zero in the vicinity
Which I divided… it’s true.

One time I took Pi
Found two digits after zero
Ripped the rest right off,
Pish, I’m not a counting hero.

One time I took a radical
And saw a negative under the sign.
People said it was fanatical,
Imaginary, I thought that it was fine.

One time I took a triangle
And measured the two smaller sides.
They added up to be less than the third,
It’s a triangle. Error here subsides.

One time I took a square,
The five sides were not equal.
The angles didn’t reach 360,
They seemed to continue into a sequel.

LiNeS oF UnNeCcESsArItY

2008-02-27T13:19:00.000-08:00

Oh curse the lines of un-necessarity
That rids the rhymes of angelic clarity
Sedate them, Hate them. But don’t donate them to charity
Eat them, Beat them. But don’t repeat them for Vulgarity.

Care. Repair and share pure lines of clarity, for they’re a fairly-rare rarity.

The PinKolunimbus clouds

2008-02-26T20:15:00.000-08:00

The PinKolunimbus clouds

The PinKolunimbus clouds
That litter
The sunset sherbet skies
Do glitter
And our city glass high rises
Try
To imitate these cotton candy surprises .
? Why
As creatures of concealment
We
Say the cityscape is more elegant,

knowing

This is NOT to be

Gear Shift

2008-02-26T20:12:00.000-08:00

Gear Shift

Beneath the stars are stripes on strips of road all daunting,

Haunting earthly men and mortals much

Trees are meteors, with the shifter steering,

Disappearing below the withered clutch.

The foot floored the fire flower petal

Metal did that petal touch.

Touching the road were infernos turning

Burning were the fire tires, burning up with such

Icy antiquity phrozen beneath the burning clutch.

.No comet shining snow has ever burned as much.

Man of Melting candles

2008-02-26T20:07:00.000-08:00

Man of Melting candles

(Courtesy and thanx to priyadarsh-sarwade- and crystalxp for the cool picture)

This man of melting candles
Handles each dying day
The way spiders spin silky spindles ‘n
Rekindles dreadful decay.
Today the man sees a thing enchanting,
Panting his heart away.

Love and Hate 2 (I need to find the first one)

2008-02-26T20:00:00.001-08:00

Bismillah

HatenLove

Hates loves Hate and Love loves Love

Love hates Hate and Hate hates Love

Love loves the Love that loves Love

Hate loves the Hate that loves Hate

Love hates the Hate that hates Love

Hate hates the Love that hates Hate

Love Love and Hate Hate

Crustacean in the sky

2008-02-26T19:57:00.000-08:00

Oh why oh why oh why

Oh why is there

A Crustacean in

A Constellation in

The blue sky

In the oceanic… sky

Regularity 1:

The growth factor binds

After it finds

a tyrosine-kinase receptor

A phosphorylatd peaceful spektor

Sends a message to the g protein

Transcribed from the proto-oncogene

As the protein kinsases

In elegant desgined, fine stair-cases

do a phosphorylation cascade

in the nucleus is where must the rest of the steps be played

Transcription factor’s an activator

For expressing gene

Cell cycle’s awesome stimulator

From these working proteins

Oh why oh why oh why

Oh why is there

A Decapod in the

Starry Squad in

blue sky

In the seven seas of sky

Def 1:

Hyperactive ras protein

is like an M16

that breaks loose

Product of an oncogene

Once a proto oncogene

Now obtuse

Regularity 2:

Not a de ja vu

But a different process

One that inhibits and prohibits

The cell cycle progress

P53 can go 360

But 53ooo

Dalton is it product’s weight

But that doesn’t matter , mate

Cause this gene is a great one to show

Damage to DNA can wear way

The cell

But p53 is a cell genie

It’s the genome’s “guardian angel”

Transcription factors

are its proteins

for several genes

these “reactors”

oh and often ,the way is softened,

rather activated, this p21 which created

the stop of the cell cycle where

cyclin-dependant kinase binds so DNA, so its lines can repair

and the p 5 3 gene provides

means for aptosis, cell life closes

in “cell suicides”

Def 2:

but if the factor

is defective

like a nuclear reactor

whose demise becomes collective

then cells can not die

instead is this dreadful

Decapod in the sky

This RecNac Dark

Is the Baneful Barc

Of Sky

Of the sunny summer of sky.

Chainjofobia

2008-02-26T19:56:00.000-08:00

Chainjofobia

Only when we’re in danger

Are we ever opt to change

Funny, but what’s even stranger

Is that our minds can’t rearrange

The placement of priority’s manger

On life’s lonely, life-long grange

Salam, Hola, Hello, Shalom, Wazaa

2008-02-26T19:51:00.000-08:00

Salamzzzz.

Bismillah.

Welcome to my ekhoing poetry page, and no, u don't pronounce it ekkkho like ur about to spit, pronounce it ekho. My name is ekhosama and this is my page (alhamdullillah) for my poemas brothas. All the poems are teen poems and most of them rhyme. (I don't really see a reason not to rhyme, nor do I follow contemporary poetry styles) My poems resemble edgar allen poe and no i'm not a copycat or copy dog, and especially not a copy chi hua hua. Maybe a copy insect or insectopod or something along the lines. (why do ppl say along the lines. what lines? life isn't a script.duh) Feel free or free feel or free fall, i don't know what I am saying... feel free to read my poetry. Leave a comment or two. Thanks. A lotta love!!!!

Salamsssss

-Ekhosama