..Dont you just love little pawns with briefcases? *sigh*
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..Dont you just love little pawns with briefcases? *sigh*
A World Corrupted, Bussiness Errupted & Theres a Loaner
Monopolies Take Control, Searched In His Soul For Owners
Who Will Help Him Survive, In The World Of Bussiness Lies
People Buckle Under The Stress & Take Breaths and Sighs
Inventions Invite, Youth Ideas Bring Lights To The Darkness
As Money Is Bombarted, The Ship Of Wealth Is now Departed
~Espionage Takes Flight~
Espionage in the row of Kings
Corruption the song of Queens
Bishops bicker, while nights fill on liquor
A mental challenge Rooks to Stallion
Strategic battle through mindless prattle
Valliant warriors clash in ancient saddles
Wars rage while Day and Night engage
Battlefield Row or Commander Columns
Siege upon Castle or Siege upon Vassal
A relic of Feudal System or insight to human wisdom
Warriors tall in stature and free of fracture
Stand behind a Roll of Pawns at morning dawn
The battles near, hearts pump with fear
Protect the Queen by any means for she is dear
A splendid battle from Day to Night
While all eyes watch the Powers that be
A shadowy figure takes flight discrete and out of sight
What carries he? A brief of clandestine sheets
Intel, logistics, key positions, codes and admissions
A Benedict Arnold with great precision
Striking a deadly blow to his Division
A traitor among his fellow man,
A mole working for another plan
A double agent for the King of Man?
A dark force who seen the light of Day
Bringing clarification to a Wars dismay
A spy in the row of Kings, adding voice to the song of Queens
For to life there is much more than means,
Because Espionage goes further than just the Row of Kings….
~Espionage Takes Flight~
Just soemthing that was on my mind at the time. Thanks Shiznit for the pic, it hit right on topic. I had these thoguhts floating around then I checked out the new pic. This is what flowed out onto the screen... Much respect to all, I'm back for a while....
a world of tall and a world In short..
the latest prejudize i am to report..
off to hurry in society he's ay aloss-
giving nothing a second glance but a single toss-
rushing his life hes gone astray..
lost his religion and his chance at PREY..
forgiven for the time he took-
perhaps the lord will give this pawn another look-
eh? hard to work with
isolated when worlds apart, yet i find a reason to try /
eye for an eye simply make the whole world go blind /
it be a sign of times in which rhymes elevate the mind /
struggle just to get by honeslty, amongist white crime /
faces n lives become logos n pictures shown for status /
with the weight of the world on my shoulders like atlas /
the greek god broke his ankle so the world sits on a axis /
used to belive liberity was civil b4 corprate scare tactics /
considered a black sheep amongist these ivory towers /
understand the belif in one self be to me lively power /
;)
He Was A Pawn Star, A Vouyerist Attraction Of Business..
Sold Out Only To His Own Manufacturer From Christmas..
Told To Go And Think Outside The Square You Live In..
Which Saw Him Take To Action Of Escaping The Boxed Feelin..
Provided For Kings And Queens, A Ceremonial Attribute..
Yet Unknown To The Knights, The Pawn Had Their Loot..
Haunted with the struggles of life gotta earn a livin' to feed his kids n his wife/
All he could do is jus reach straight for the knife because of things at work that cause pain n strife//
The whole world seems to be takin more than givin' he asks himself what is the point of livin'/
He understands n realizes that it's all unforgivin' but then he comes up with no real reasons for livin'//
He feels so demoted n underprieciated 'cuz of the fact he aint liked he's jus purely hated/
On top of that the poor guy feels descriminated then only to be told his contract was terminated//
He didn't rant or rave, scream or shout he didn't understand what this shit was about/
Then he went home his job was without he had a thought in his head he went with it no doubt//
Scared of what his wife would say something he'd dread because now he cant afford to get a loaf of bread/
He took out a gun from the drawer n placed to his head fired the bullet into his brain this poor pawn is dead//
Life is like a game of chess
nothing more, nothing less
Mr pawn is making his move with finesse
trying to get by higher power is his quest.
A new white man gets appointed to power
while the blacks struggle by the hour
to get to the top of lifes tower.
he has snatched the briefcase
in the race to a neutrual place
strategically trying to leave no trace
moving stealthily with grace.
If he gets captured then off with his head he shall face.
No turning back for thats against the rules
but he is often mistaken for a fool.
Only moving Up, Not down
if he makes it to the top, he shall be crowned.
So in life you must choose to make the right moves
for mistakes are there for you to improve.
Aim for the top no matter how low you are
sky is the limit, only you can determine how far
you can go from reaching the stars
so choose your moves with care
for lifes pieces are out there to get you
beware
That's such a dope picture, shiznit.
Some very nice pieces so far. Especially magnitude's and bounce's. Sharp, flowing and on the edge...
There are some really good pieces in here. I think the picture hit everyone in a manner that allowed thoughts to pour onto the screen. Everyone who contributed did well at expressing what the picture made them feel. Nice pic, and very nice pieces, I keep comming back to read everyones drop.
This pic deserves more responses, so let's keep them dropping...
Hey V, it's been a while, I'm looking forward to reading more of your work, I just need to find the time between my life and career to get back on RB. I'll be back to my old active status once things simmer down in the world arena, peace out to all you on RB...
He's just trying to make ends meet
Doesn't want to wind up on the street
Seems like all he does is compete
In the end, bairly has nothing to eat
He won't survive
But yet he strives with passion and honor
Everyday just to make a few dollars
Fingers type till they bleed from past blisters
Surrounded by managers and supervisers
He won't survive
But he would raither try than just die
Around high authority he feels small
Hectic work stations make him want to cry
But he's still determined to give it his all
He won't survive
But no matter then pain or pressure
If somethings not good he'll make it better
Ones with seniority don't disrespect him either
Its evident he works harder than his co-workers
He did survive ...........
......... and got a raise.
This is racist
White men stand around the poor black pawn in
this groutesque game
Is simply stated as "I'm bigger... better..."
Than me? HELL NAW
Off my arm if you're so brave, little man
I think you best think nonsubliminal thoughts
WILL be had by my crew and I
Have decided that you shall now die
Mother f****r, die
Or face thyne devine wrath
Was had by mah kind for too many years
Can make too many tears
Are just water... so wut have thee now? Nothing? Duh
George, I dunno, what
Ever I give you
Never will control me
Will too, you WHITE HORSE of tha white house
Is too white
men walked into a bar; tha 3rd one ducked
Up man made the middle finger... so? It's JUST A FINGER,
for God's sake
Don't kill for fun OR to be just
GET ALONG.
Love,
Alex and Johnny and Nny
P.S.
the last word (or couple of words) in one sentence is the beginning of the next. (in mah poem... duh)
I know this is a second piece
he feels slayed n betrayed by a dog eat dog earth
he aint recognized for what he's worth at his birth
no one feels his pain or sorrow
he honestly tries to get through today and tomorrow
Amongst all the well established companies, this one stuggles to keep going
Held down by hard working and honest values, it's end is showing
Bigger ones laugh and scoff at it's methods of work
While taking it's customers or anything they can to make it hurt
Keeping it's head high, the small company trudges forward
Walking straight by the others, having no grudges toward
Dammit! I thought that was a good way to write about the picture but too bad I wrote it horrible. Different from the others but not nearly as good. I'll try again later. Good job to the others, by the way. I liked reading them.
Rushing to the catalyst of his death/ Man chooses money over a last breath/ The desire for opulence never subsides and the need for it increases in depth/ Children left alone to grow on a windowsill/ Their rebelliosness questioned when waters are expected to be still/ But there was never anyone to feed their soul or provide light for their growth/ Meanwhile their parents walk around soaked/ by the pressure to stay afloat on a nice ass boat/ not realizing that when death arrives, only love and memories depart with you/ So in ignorance, their kids swallow hard knots, not knowing how to chew.
As I walk down the row of giants
I am a small pawn with zero clients
Try to live payed
But I feel like my path's been layed
Everyone looks down on me
It is easy to see
Who the kings and queens of this earth be
The ones with the most connections
Rise up with success selection
While I'm forced into resention
A dead end job
Stared down by a mob
Of already made
People who stay fat payed
My future is played
It's been done before
Hell I won't lie I forgot to answer the door
When oppurtinity knocked
Know I've been forced away from the flock
I run with the suitcase in hand
Maybe I'll be recruited into the next band
Of Mobsters
Cops stop me and not those monsters
I'm black with fury
I'm quick to bury
All those dreams that I told my mother about
Unless I've got this suitcase she will continue to shout
My little spawn
Is forced to become a shadow of this same pawn
I've become
Where did the demons come from
No way to get away
I'm forced to stay
In this day and age
Turn the page
The End
^Hell of a first post, keep um dropping dawg.....I like the fact that you chose this thread to make your first post... Look forward to reading more....
Bounce
Yo yall keep doin ya thing Holla!!!!!!!!
Can we get a new one up soon........puwease
Hold up...hold up......hold up
Amongst......Hussle and bussle
I rustle and tussle....make my way
Over cris-crossed pathways...
In and out of doorways..closing
Doors behind me...moving on
Carrying on, pushing on...striving
Chest out, full of pride...Diving
head first into a lake...of diversity
Adverse, converse......persevere
Not all is clear...but clear enough
to keep...costant...and stay tough
......But out of luck
Pretty interesting drops on here. I am very much glad that people are dropping here once in awhile (although this has slept on big time) I really think its enough to have some place where you can inspire others by posting your own perspectives and such. A lot of times i wonder if the limited time of a certain picture is enough so we could take one step ahead to another. As i look at this...i loved how the circular ideas cut in and out and made sense. But often times i think of the next picture im putting up...if it would be interesting or not. I know it would depend on the picture for the number of posts in here. There are certain pictures where you see it...cool things would easily get in and would help to write fast. I guess this is the time where you would say. "Shiz, need some help?"
If you have a really interesting picture in your folders, just for a few exceptions, ((porn, explicit, nudity (although its considered an Art) or just pictures that arent necessary... I guess all of you should know that. )) or just something that you found while getting bored and having your ass asleep on the chair..im thinking this is the time to pm me. I would appreciate it. All suggestions are acceptable.
I am very much proud to have all these people post their poems on here. They inspired me...and will continue to inspire me always.
Good Job Guys!
come morning,
and the bed is a fist
squeezing out the last
of dreams before
the new day takes me
into it’s own cruel grip
and amidst this handling
i shrug off
this touch of death
that has settled around me
like forgotten feathers
as i am passed
from one dry handshake
to another
no i am not schizo...or arent we all?
VOICES
i hear voices
idle chatter from the bended head of a crazy girl
lost in the tangled jungle of her own hair
voices that crawl through small cracks of perceived safety
whispering words that sometimes fit horizontally
voices, that like a symphony of fellow undertakers
try to reason with and touch my godly mystery
Y'know I've been looking at this peice.. and like... wow. I can't think of a damn thing, and so each peice I read I'm blown away with.
Seriously. Everyone of you rock. I suck horribly for not being able to drop anything except pathetic feedback, but you all rock.