The Void

voidofman

Life after that was just never the same..
Any time someone mentions it I fell the pain..
My best friend died and i felt it in my veins..
If you haven't let me explain..
Ever heard of the drug Accutain..
Triggers a chain of events that fucks ith my brain..
Here's some background so you can see the frame..

Ninety four, my bro says you gotta hear Release Yo' Delf..
After that there was the Wu-Tang Clan and nothing else..
Words I spit now are of how knowledge is wealth..
Made me write better with a lot of help..
Two years later I'll tell you what I felt..
I was severly depressed and wanted to kill myself..
I lost fourty pounds in two months, I didn't care about my health..

Staying up all night and sleeping well into the afternoon past three..
My bro was taking Accutain to get rid of his acne..
He went to visit our grandma in Stockton, Cali...
I wake up at eleven in the morning, not normal for me..
Wondering why I'm awake, I have nowhere to be..
Why am I holding my liver, I should be still asleep..
Two days later find out he had a stroke in the desert heat..

You're not supposed to die at sixteen years of age..
For real he should have been locked in a cage..
He was an animal, you ever seen a wolverine rage..
His homies wanted him to rob jewelry stores and tote a twelve gauge..
He said, 'nah man, I don't need that wage.'
I know he would be a battle mage..
Has all the wisdom of an ancient sage..

Why I felt that pain makes me think..
Would he be underground like Zinc..
The fact he's still alive makes me blink..
He survived a stroke and didn't sink..
In the darkness, hard liquor he used to drink..
Might have pushed it to the brink..
After being told what to do by a fucking shrink..

Not in the mood to make a chorus..
Just eleven seven lines verses..
Holding my liver my mouth fills with curses..
It felt like my pain was his..
It's all in my head, I have to ignore this..
Two years later I get angina pectoris..
My heart burns like a fire in the forest..

That's mild compared to the feeling of it being crushed..
From inside my body the blood rushed..
My thoughts have been hushed..
Did my chest get punched..
I don't feel a little pain, I feel a bunch..
I bet it had to do with the Accutain, I had a hunch..
May cause a stroke, I read the warning label after six years and a few months..

Everywhere I go the deeper pain is with me..
It's a miracle it didn't cripple my brother or me..
Sometimes he wants to hear my story, doesn't believe me..
Life is too short believe that B..
Blacked out with his chest in his knees..
Angels telling him to wake up and breath..
From your nine lives that's two of three..

Born with asthma and the cord wrapped 'round his neck..
Had to be airlifted to Phoenix to steam open his chest..
Why is he still alive, five hours without a breath..
The fact he can think and talk I give mad respect..
If this was chess he'd put you all in check..
Straight up thug with a chunky neck..
Cause of his pain I feel like a wreck..

Last Christmas he says he's having some breathing trouble..
Come to find out in his lung he burst an air bubble..
Had to go to the hospital one times double..
Made him sit in a chair that's shit bull..
Made the nurse at the hospital look like a fool..
They brought in surgeons itchin' to use their tools..
Before you go crazy betting in your pools..

If he lives or dies..
'Let me heal myself, let me try.'
'Two days and I'll still be alive.'
Walked out happy he survived..
My ex sent Reiki to help re-energize..
He healed to the doctors surprise..
If I felt his pain I'd close my eyes..

~The Void~
~A Deeper Pain~
~2004~

Inspired by events in 1979, 1996, and 2003.

zarocat

I'm mind boggled by your writing. I try to write at length also but when I'm writing, as I come to the first part where it would make sense for the words to be placed as an ending, I always find myself keeping those words as an ending. So frustrating but I do it.
I envy your ability to write at length.

voidofman

Writing at length can be a problem, sometimes it gets very long winded and off topic or just doesn't make sense. I wish that I could just write a short poem, it would have the same effect and wouldn't take an hour to read. If you feel that something should be at an end that's where it should be. I find it hard to break most poems I write into verses and just keep going without any real structure, most times feel like it's still not complete for some reason.

voidofman

You talk about repetition but just don't listen..
I'll throw these words in your ear and twist in..
Duck some slugs, I just bust my fists in..
Ain't no fucking way that I'll miss, Tim..

My clips are banana style bicycle seats..
Put on your bifocal or fall off your heat..
Drop them pigs, stop trailing my wheat..
Is it cuz I cut lawns and smoke the elite?
Or cuz I broke them from neck to feet?
Did you expect the suspect to retreat?
Of course not, we stay on the street..

Reppin' the curbside, disturbed by the size..
You can tell by the look in my eyes..
I'm a killer that knows a disguise..
These guys pissed I served the sky..
I shine high so you can say I sunned 'em dry..

Got 'em from on high like a sniper..
I spit most verse you can't decypher..
But most time it'll leave ya hyper..
I love rain so much I step on a spider..
My hand claps enlightening and thunder.. 
My hand slaps will leave you whiter..
I'm not dead but you can call me a ghost writer..
I don't boast but I have to say I am prose flyer..
While my flows down slow the coast styler..

Pillar to post I promise I'll pilot the most..
Pile up, let's tie up or try what I dosed..
Don't cry, I got your back no matter what folks..
I can console or insult, it's a matter of choice..
Rattle a cage or battle a mage, I am The Void..
Disappear unclear, lost to me, you aren't even here..
Heart of the tear, I sharpen the spears..
Looking back at me is looking in a mirror..

~Untitled~
~2010~

PilateOfTheStorm

love your poems, very creative and unique
the imagery is great
you have a cool individual style making the poems so interesting and beautiful
the length is another beauty of your poems
i love this thread

PilateOfTheStorm

Pillar to post I promise I'll pilot the most..
Pile up, let's tie up or try what I dosed..
Don't cry, I got your back no matter what folks..
I can console or insult, it's a matter of choice..
Rattle a cage or battle a mage, I am The Void..
Disappear unclear, lost to me, you aren't even here..
Heart of the tear, I sharpen the spears..
Looking back at me is looking in a mirror..

love this especially

voidofman

Onefinity sun spinning.
In another light we see the winds.
And feel the thunder crack in our bones.
All that can be squeaked out is shiny pretty.
From the mouth of clones.
Tricked into giving away brains at the swindel.
Gentle, we're not all mental.
Some of us just show more meddle.
Gave up and betrayed about, oh, a month into it.
Resolve absolved and nonexistant.
Consistancy, persons persistant envy misprinted menageries.
On the contrary, other hand, hide the truth under foot.
And trample former believers in temples, well put.
Self toot, I meant taught.
But I got caught and had to throw it off the trail.
Had them follow the pale horse to the nail.
How else would they get source railed?
Of course we jumped bail.
And stumped whales in queues about why kelp tastes like kale.
Or why God is female.
Why nod when you can say yes and be veiled.
Kind of trailed off.
Nailed cross.
Sailed across.
The waters toss and turn the tide.
Scarred? At a loss?
We learned to hide.
When the world burned we just died.
Or was it, we learned to cry.
In turn, we became concerned too late.
Self aware of all the fate.
Where does all this stuff go?
Where do we allocate?
How unfortune-ate.
Cords cut off.
By swords that run soon.
You can live without food.
But maybe not juice.
Anything else is Self abuse.
You felt used by loose moral mortals.
Who felt it was affordable to strike a cord in disharmony.
This armory holds enough weaponry to discrepency disrupt the healthy chi.
Take this key and lock the cages.
That way slaves have no need to earn wages.
We'll just burn their bones like that of ancient mages.
Who healed wounds at ruins using runes and the moon.
While doctrines were encased in flames, erased every day.
Those lessons make meditation look like a nap.
Do you still dream?
Aren't you awake sleeping?
How can't it be real if you see it with closed eyes?
Fluid and lucid, new languages become fluent.
Into a vacuum of thought it was consumed.


~Onefinity~
~2010~

(This one is sort of an offshoot of Illumin80, I'm not sure I'm finished with this one, if I add more I'll just edit it in)

voidofman

This hurt my brain to write, I started it in 2000 with just the first two words but didn't add onto it until last year. The first sentence doesn't make very much sense and I tried to use actual words so it would actually look like something. All the letters in the second sentence appear in the exact same order as in the first sentence. This also isn't done...


illumination cerebella stones tune very one, nessus urple avenue, void a torn adobe hinder, rad I cat, ema gist rated emo nation, press urethra, Shivan idea, lamb or natural selection

illuminati, once rebel, last one, stun every oneness, usurp, leave neuvo dia tornado behind, eradicate magistrate demon at ion pressure, thrash Ivan ideal, am born at Ural's election.

voidofman

Dimensions of dementia.
Redemption and regeneration.
Bourbon. Suburban. Sunburn.
Lyricist assistance with larcenist persistence.

That's the hardest lesson cuz I use the sharpest weapon.
I'll hold back and still kill you.
Spill blood that no longer fills you.
I feel though, your time is through.
It rings true. Give up, and I might have mercy on you.
A quick death so you don't suffer much.
Your life has been a crutch and I'm freeing your wraith to pursue the next punch.
Wait, it's not been an Age.
So what now? He still waits in the cage?
Perhaps he learned his lesson and no longer hates.
Perhaps he just wants back in the gates.
And perhaps he still wants to rip your neck from your face.
Cuz fuck you and your superior race.
Human waste.
No more room we make.
It was all a mistake.
Given free will to collapse our own faith.
Our own fate.
A whole world displaced.
A Deity disgraced.
Mocked and ridiculed.
How ridiculous is a riddle clueless of a cancer?
No cure for the common answer.
It's a blind mind that doesn't find the wine fancier.
It's just water, by chance a trance, see Her.
It's not magic, it's a mirror.

The light's mere presence brings joy to the weaker.
Still the seers close their eyes to the wonders.
Under which thunder do you come under?
The Seventh sun sign summer sine sum are mine.
While wholesome rolls underfoot we trample to boot.
Example stamps you out of historic books.
Midi-chloric acid trip we took.
Down a wide trail narrow and crooked as us.
The radius of the mushroom blast was up.
Until we turned back into the living dust.
Where we live forever waiting to sus.

~Signs~
~2010~

voidofman

Here I am at the processing plant being processed from your pants,
it's the denim if you bothered to ask,
cut into a stack of hundreds and sent to the bank one by one.
Dollars are funds that pay for prescriptions and guns,
back into your pocket
or in your sock it deteriorates
with sweat and heat of your feet,
falls to the street.
I found a dollar, sweet,
says a kid who runs straight to the store to buy candy and beat.
Chilling in the till until someone needs change for a refill on gas,
driving past a cop shop to a crack shack to get rolled up and sprinkled with dust.
Two seconds later, a bust.
Filed under evidence.
Coke all over the lens.
The eye in the pyramid ain't my friends.
Government runs funds,
anarchy kingdom come,
bought the native son
but you can never sell the sun,
sold out on the pill,
the same number as everyone else is attached to your collar still,
all this, for the almighty dollar bill.

we don't falter, they fall like stocks.
in the halls of congress we pass more kills
since they're washing tonnes of fakes
we need rakes for all these laundry mills
honorary notes stickied on the side
heats up, the glue dried
keep it on the slide
zoom in on the right
the magnetic strip is a tracking device
crack the code like frying ice
spies in on the liar's dice
..for the right price..
that will suffice.
we don't suffer fools gladly
verily, we don't pay for lust
we don't need a hooker's trust
just a stake in the earth's crust
and a steak made from the first cut.

~Dollar Bill~
~2005/2009~

voidofman

I'm bit from
Everyone's bit some
I'm only a bit fazed
I can't be lit ablaze
I'm already on fire
Hardwired, discarded
They couldn't understand the hand's card dealt
They didn't lie but they got help
You don't got it?
Here let me hold it for you
Old fool, usin' cold fission
Readmission
We've been silent since remission
Three prisms opened the channels of precipitation
Misinformation
A disservice to this nervous query
On Minerva's curve crushed clearly
The blood thins sincerely
In the sun dries merely in thine eye
But is seen from afar in the tears of a jaguar
The final years of a mage are
At best spent finding immortal sleep
So immoral sheep can keep their alchemy schemes in their waking dreams
Faking mistakes taken aback
Alkaline lakes, waiting at the gates
Porcelain plates on the porch of a Porsche in a container at the port
Date at court, Georgia Straight chortle
Portable potable in the portal
Snake rattle battle axe on the mantle, Alex
Haley choking on his own comet
Calm it, cool and collected
Mind detected, mine selected
Undefined indefinitely
Most probable unmeasurable in a fine line.

~Bit~
~2011~

Loulou

Really cool Gabe and different! I like it!

voidofman

Days in which night looms,
Our eyes look above to be consumed,
By matter that composes life,
I don't have to look far this night,
To see what others have called,
The brightest star of them all.

~Sunlight / Stargazing~
~2005~

DopeBeastie

how now? The Void be massin the mountains/flowing like fountains/pulling back curtians - on the world
hes looking and he's writing them words down like he possesed with obsession for the pencils and mics now
and my eyes, their hanging from their sockets and smoking, my jaw hanging open, i can't believe all this dope rhyme ~my ears/my tipper/ they be begging for beats and now they making up they own sounds like they born on the streets

voidofman

It's just obscene how much money I'm making,
all the leaves I'm raking in, which front am I taking the most
dough from?  None at all 'cause I just robbed Fort Knox, melted down
the gold and sold it to the Aztecs for a couple ears of corn and all
their first born, but that was before Cortes insisted that Montezuma
resist the Spanish attacks, should have watched their backs but
Quetzalcoatl put em in a choke hold right off the bat, imagine that
throat infection that left em with nothing but their health, what do
you expect when the bombs are stealth.  When that was over I took back
my wealth and my followers, we marched so far into the jungle we came
out two thousand years before we entered, so we walked right into the
center of the Olmec's cities, damn that was pretty, too bad you
weren't in the trinity, anyway that day may have changed the grain of
salt they took with every meal, they knew the energy and wisdom I had
was so real they decided to take the jaguar with them to the now
ruined city of Tikal.  I never claimed to be a god but they worshiped
me as if I was an idol.  I walked away from their beliefs for I am
just a man, that might have caused the Toltec to try and take control
of my last empire.  They may have survived and prayed for my return, I
told them it was their time to burn.  They cried and asked why I lied,
told the truth that they'd be better off without the boss trying to
explain the loss of their culture to uncivilized vultures that feed on
chrome carcasses, stripped the bone of the narcissist that had a
catharsis and broke all his mirrors in the hall of his house, ripped
his lip when he did a back flip on the hull of his pimps shipwrecked
Pinto, where'd you put the manuscript with the last insight ripped
off?  The original was stolen along with the copies.  Oh you try to
replace me with a disgraced decree, you want to taste me laced with
herbal tea, which degree did you feel it reach?  The fifth wave on the
beach crashed on the rippled tide that tripled inside the curl off of
the north shore of the floral state and sank into the banks of white
sand, digging for clams and miscellaneous rocks dropped by flocks of
seagulls full of French fries by Lumberman's Arch, slip into trance
and dance faster than an avalanche, drenched in sweat and bliss,
that's what I miss.  

~untitled~
~2000~

Loulou

Wow :thumbup:

rollings

VoidOfMan wrote:

Any more pieces I share I'll try to write in what year it was written as I have material that dates back about 13 years. I think I'm going to post it all in this thread so that I don't spam up this forum with new threads.

Dear VoidOfMan,

This thread has 19 pieces of your work in it and has received 699 views. That's only averaging about 37 views for each piece. This stuff deserves more exposure. Please don't worry at all about "spamming up this forum with new threads". In my opinion, this forum needs the impact of individual posts, especially those as well-written as your colllection.

Sincerely,

Half (of Four) Full (Cents)

voidofman

Thanks dopebeastie, I am in the process of trying to make some beats for some of this stuff but it seems like the way I'm doing it is way over the top and words aren't needed. I can't seem to chop it down to basic beats / instruments so that I can put words over.

Thanks again loulou!

Thanks half full, I appreciate that too but I find it easier to find them all in here, kind of it's own archive. I would like more replies but I understand how most users won't reply, if I saw something like I write I would have no idea what it's about, hell, I barely understand what I write as it is.

rollings

VoidOfMan wrote:

if I saw something like I write I would have no idea what it's about, hell, I barely understand what I write as it is.

Understanding overstated beatings fill room of too inflated, dated all but written, just not said, I said doping beasts from A to E to E to E to D instead,

voidofman

to two too tall
who'd you fall
with voodoo doll
in the dead of daylight
delay progress of life
are you protecting the land you live on
or the people who claim ownership
moan and bitch, flip the split
attached to an attaché
flash grenade
smash and grab
over-complicate simplicities
unimpressed by technology
discredited Tesla, now agenda?
blend in with the crowd
give speech but not freedom to be proud
Edison's eye brow seen on paper currency
while they switch currents and feed greedy
empty shells, hollow molds hold no souls
you only lose a little blood crushing coals
never had a heart, inhumane element
video footage lighting up an elephant
it's irrelevant, history never repeats?
same old new strains of disease
Westinghouse testing grounds
throw em into the fire and watch em drown

~Canon~
~2011~