Thank you @turningthepage you have me rhyming in my posts now, so I made one just for the rhymes - I know you know how…
Start them up!
I can never spit my bloodthirsty flow
lest I let my underground life cover blow
but for a second I can conjure up a nice little show
hey man now that you’re here it’s 40 a gram for blow
thats a discount bro
so come on and buy you some snow
it’s columbian, yo
The thug life chose me, but I didn’t choose the thug life
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James goes dancing across the floor
The crowd calls out, the girls want more
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Okay welcome to schizophrenia dot com
Whenever I post the board explodes like a nuclear bomb
But I don’t need an explosion
To make my implosion
Because I am the one and I’m chosen
Well that was just a delusion
Stuck in a world of illusion
But I’ve got out
To regular bouts
no more rainy days more like a drought
Recovery
And each and every rhyme a new discovery
I’m lovely
And did I mention I’m 52 days free of the bubbly 
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damn man - you said you wanted to publish again. Why the hell aren’t you publishing a book of poems?
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I guage my rage
As I’m turning the page
Never afraid When I assuade the babes to get me laid
Oooo im dicey
My rhymes are pricey
As I spit it icy
Cold
And I’ve been told
That I’m just too bold
Won’t fold
Under pressure
Instead I lead the lecture
Got a different kind of texture
Feeling
And I’m healing as I’m reeling the feelings of my regular dealings
Sizzling steaks
Put on the breaks
For a second because I reckon I’m filled with questions that will make you ponder
Whether you’re in here or over yonder
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It’s rhyming time
But I don’t need a nine
In my pocket
To pop it
Into your eye socket
I drop it
On the floor
Kick you out the door
Got you down all fours
Screaming "don’t hurt me t t p"
I ain’t gonna hurt you, unless I was high off pcp
But I don’t like to smoke much
Not even to clutch that Dutch
In a rush for livin plush
I don’t blush
I give em a stone cold stare
As I blare without a care
In the world
But still, please address me as "sir"
Thanks
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Stuck at a red light cant get my engine revving
Need to get my head right
hoping my extince ends in heaven
All my suffering depends on if im muffling the lens
Cuz when i cant see clearly i end up scuffling with friends
(This topic is right up my alley!)
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Diarys of a broken mind
Glimpse of myself at a chosen time
Unspoken grind of a potent decline
Delusional signs defined and designed to be left behind for me to find
So inclined to rewind
All the disastrous kinds
I now unbind from the masters of minds
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We have some great poets here!
Anyone ever go to an open mic night at a poetry bar?
@turningthepage
@Reggie
@Jimbob
@mortimermouse
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Over and over again in my mind
Not really sure what i intend to find
Voices i hear, surely no friends of mine
Until the end of time
My psychotic state will last
Try, but i cant escape my past
Each of the mistakes i grasp
Slowly disintegrates my mask
I over think, i over analyze
Cant even blink, beacuse im paralyzed
I sink and i hide i regain my disguise
I became my demise
Being so deranged from the lies
Yet i retain my surprise
Which is really insane and contrived
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@mjgh06 Would like to but they closed most of them in my area and no more really all that close to me. My wife is trying to find me an agent, would love to rhyme and draw for a living. Not much demand for poetry these days tho.
I bet you could set up video recording of you rhyming and make money on youtube.
Thats what she thinks @mjgh06. I always have just done it for me as a way to vent. I have tons and tons of pages written. Only recently started sharing with other people and decided i may be able to do something with this annoying talent. Annoying only in the fact that i get these rhymes or a certain cadence of rhymes in my head and have to get them on paper or it becomes torture.
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old rap of mine
to infinity and beyond!
the divinity, and im gone
i do it in a stimulating way
similar to people like Bankei
i deal with it direct
use my intellect
to disect
problems
hobblin
around
no ambivalance
with my vigilence
im so diligant
immensely unattractive to the highly overrated
immensely pretty to the highly debated
against
peoples
whats the purpose
of my primitive
personas
my imaginative
sayings
lit up, like marijuana
i sober up to excess and distortion
know her yes, to press us, and extort us
i do it for a nongrasping sense of experience
not fearin this
baby monkey
this lady junkie
im under the stern supervision
of an apprentice
the burned quizzin notions
of a master
and hes plastered
beyond belief
goodness grief
no reason
except treason
of pangea
bringing it to an intensity
that may free ya
lookin for a civilized life
a civilized wife
with spoons and napkins
just a couple babboons, crappin
on the readers digest
and i cant hide yet
from your songs
lit a couple bongs
in my hay-day
but now im o-kay
without good their would be no evil
just a chapel and some fruit
and an apple, and a toot
of the horn
were all born equal
except a few
we all have thorns of badness
hope you can contain the madness
im so laissez-faire
the heir
to the throne
shivering like im a giant ice cream cone
what a nightmare
im livin it
aint givin in
to the system
of selective inattention
and practical reality
got a spiritual malady
that im using to ally with
got the vision of riteousness
trying to fight, and i got a list
of things to do
just on cue
with my schedule
i simply outshine
out grind
their duties
but of sheer delight
communicating the experience by word, or fight
i felt a brilliant flash
a militant gash
in my doomed done terrifying whirl of forever and ever
aint i clever
with these words i sevver
these verbs i bring leverage
to
while chillin with a view
dont need wine, just need tobacco
snortin smack yo
that aint right man
my morals like money
now aint that funny
feel too heavy
and im a greco-roman
soldier
moving them like boulders
in ice ages
along the pages
like some sages
might assuade them
to be cleanin up the situation
gone til i put em in his places
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Was looking for someway to publish a collection of my stuff and always want to post it up on different sites but from what ive read you cant sell it after its up somewhere but i could be wrong. Plus always scared of somebody stealing my work. I keep most of my poetry and drawing to myself but if you ever want a glimps inside my mind lmk and send some over 
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You can sell it even if it has been posted - It is copyrighted by you as soon as it is written down. Publishing is easy - you can do it for free and then sell it. You pay a fee to the company for their marketing but most you keep for yourself.
what is lmk? googled it - let me know -
Yes I like, yes I let you know. But I want you to do a book or something! You guys are really good! Maybe you could all work together and create “The Poetry Beyond SZ”
I would suggest to publish a small volume worth of 40-80 pages front and back - not to big, not to small. I can help anyone with it, if you need help publishing. But it is really simple - I have used createaspace years ago. They really walk you through the process and then do the marketing on amazon and major retailers like books-a-million etc… Once published you then only have to set up some local signings with the bookstores or elsewhere to help yourself bring in more business.
I would sooooo be down for a sz volume 1 of poetry!! We will have to get planning. Or me and @turningthepage can just start a new kids on the block of the mentally ill!!! Lmao. I dont dance tho so its up to you @turningthepage to handle the choreography. You doing backup vocals @mjgh06? Hahahahaha. Would be so awesome!!!
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I don’t know about singing - I have a problem where I emulate other people so not really a good thing. But I will be ya’lls groupie and promote the heck out of it. I was playing gangster rapper reading some of the poetry above…lol