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Making ends meet.
.................mann times is hard.. so i stannd all alonne in parks..
.............makinn nn meet this locationn is where my hustlinn starts..
............my clarannet cann decimate the rawest abonnminnations of mann.
..............just put ya pitty in my hat...annd ya love in my right hannd..
......fuck a kickstannd.. i stannd giannt with uptmost defiannce inn my eyes..
.........ya life's stuck in quick sannd...so quit mann.. ainnt no ruinnnn my life..
....the streets is watching annd of which i am wholely apart....
....beenn onn this cornnerso lonng cannt tell wheremy soul ennds nn the conncrete...
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Love of Music
My clarinet whistles in the wind
Touching the ears of runners in the park
I stand under this bridge hoping to make a buck
But that is the least of my worries
As you can see the park is empty but I keep playing
The music isn’t just for there ears you know
I breathe into this instrument knowing the sound
Knowing the passionate melody it sings
Under this tunnel enhances the emotion
I keep playing and it’s tune keeps goin
I'm a bum with no job, considered a slob...
Just a waste of human skin.
But people don't know that I love to flow...
And I've got harmony within.
I blow this horn, whilst adorned...
In the dirtiest rags you'll see.
Trying to entertain your disgusted frame...
Hoping you'll give money so I can eat.
i blow wind, i make snakes rise
the music i create can't be seend by the eye yet
beautiful sounding notes that create a beautiful masterpiece
the shadow represents my mood, as i play people look, stop stare view
some want to intrude, y, i'm just 1 man with 2 feet for the beat
and 1 woodwind, i can orcestrate or better yet demenstate to u
my thoughts through my music, i choose to do it, although i might hit a wrong key,
i stay praticin, so i stay improvin, my enviroment speaks for itself,
the music i play is calm and soothin, graceful but still groovin,
be by myself is better than to be on a team that is losin!
on cold days as my lips grazed the slick wood of the clarinet
my fingers fiddling the pumps, sounds playing so bare and yet
crisp clear in the deep pitless silence that dared me from the shadows fair depth
whispering birds who have dare crept up beside me to share a lonely stare than
disappear, with no goodbyes, no tommorow to promice a visit and pair friends
the second of clear sence, ends
and Im back blowing music through the dead air once again
Head down under this brigde completly focused
I'm entrapped by the musics lonely voice
No one around I hardly noticed
I play here mainly for pleasure and by choice
Can one really describe what hope is
Will it be my music turned to noise
I stand here just playing what I feel
This is an old mans choice
MC N8IVE's poetry
"Hey that's an alright poem foreshadow. Keep it up!"Originally Posted by Foreshadow
www.tudie4deuce@yahoo.ca
So much pain I can barely touch game
I have no such name been stayin' on the bottom
A product of a broken home
was brought up mommy smokin' dope and daddy hit the road
another kid with no hope...
Intertwining his oboe's spirit along with the musical lines,
of the unique central park noises that construct it's sheet music.
I spot a disheveled homeless man over the soft plentiful hills that populate the park.
Sitting, I watch his face relax as he grips his prize possesion,
starting to play his inner emotions.
I walk slowly towards him and give a penny for his thoughts.
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...............if any1 cares
As i play with a vengance eyes and head down playing a sentance
no notes inside of this circular figure just the smoothe melodies engraved in the center
replies show the affect my music really has but even though u cant see it doesnt mean moneys in the hat cause i play not for the conciderance of u and the next guy but for me myself and i, see this vengance i have is for those that take pity on a old man playin his heart out why cant u see that im really playin a tune from my heart to soothe myself till the suns out
Im just playin my own music
melody keeps me from losin it
emotions through this insterment
these sounds are heaven sent
People give me money
but musics all i need
the untold notes flow to my clarinet from my soul
like origami my travles slowly begain to unfold
soon u start to see the big picture
so many styles with this emotional musical mixture
true expression with no expectations from life
living good cause i won the good fight
finally able to live freely, finally living life for me
doing things for me is what it means to be happy
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u can change ur prespective of hip-hop but if it don't sound correct when it drops than prefect it
Psyche Origami
Today wasn't the same,
I stood in sorrow
With my hat waiting for change,
Not change as in money,
But change as in the life & world..
That we'll realize.. the real life, & world.
Don't watch me, watch TV
..the stompetition
every day go by and i still stand with hopes high
2 blood shot eyes with no money
my entertainment playin clarinet and watchin pigeons fly
i invison a place where children r safe and sound
so i keep playin my melody waiting for someone to hand me a crown
however for the last 7 years ive been left with a frown
and have gotten no help from the place i call home
the cent of town
ive played in parks forest even pitchers mound but civilians have always kicked me to the curb and left me feeling like a hopeless dog in the pound
Notarized Artistry
Open Mics
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"Goin out for a walk" grabbed my clarinet and rolled a joint.....
no one starin yet,been a while since ive strolled tha point....
spark my leaf to my relief i found a small bridge,so i let my notes annoint....
people who walked by,but only after i took a seat and sparked some la....
they knew that i was high,but never the less i fed em music from tha sky....
pure angelic,some call me a talented relic,jazz and blues,no one stands yellin....
feel compelled when i see tha stage lights,with out my vague sight,hands swellin....
put together my three pieces,this muiscal thesis,with out your usual creases....
put on tha show tha crowd feeds us,i moisten my reed and breathe deepest...
now my notes have sent me here,retired ive aquired talent he sent me clear....
steer my vision and emotion into my music,then use it to cause some to tear....
another day another stroll,and now im fit to stroll on home,been gone so long....
get on tha phone,im prone to not knowin songs,be playin till im showin bones.
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