This is a repost from my Yahoo! 360 blog.

Monday January 30, 2006

Click here for the first verse. And to prove that I can be productive at work, here’s the second verse.

An MC with no words
Is like no wings on a bird
There might be high hopes
But they’re both locked to earth

A man without his tools
Might as well be a fool
Because he’s filled with ideas
That serve no use

The day the words failed
We lost ability to communicate
Thoughts remained thoughts
All we could do was contemplate ruminate

But the pressure of a thought
Can only be eased by a word
Man could not move to action
Without the use of verbs

Communication ceased
Silent disruption of the peace
As intelligent men
Became no better than wild beast

And as expression grew scarce
The passion grew fierce
Til no man could walk the streets
Without good reason to be scared

The air was filled with
Incoherent mumblings
A disjointed soundtrack
To civilization crumbling

It was a tragic day
When words failed across the globe
And we all felt the pain of lost
And we all endured alone

(chorus)
It may seem like a dream
But if it actually happened
Who’d be left laughing?

I know that you know what I mean
But that understanding
Can’t be taken for granted

One more verse to go.

This is a repost from my Yahoo! 360 blog

Friday January 27, 2006

So I’ve been doing a little bit of blog browsing on 360, and it seems like a lot of people post their poetry. Not being one to miss out on trends, I’m gonna post a verse to a new song I started writing today. (I also have nothing else to write about at the moment) Its broken up into stanzas for easy reading.

The Day the Words failed

An MC with no message
But ill ass phonics
Is like the empty promise
Of a prodigious convict

A wordsmith without a topic
Is like a real gifted prophet
Who speaks nothing but nonsense
It’s a problem

The day the words failed
Problems ran rampant
We succumbed to the
Pedantic antics of charismatic asses

It was like instant ignorance
As intelligence vanished
Leaving conscientious people
Starved, mentally famished

Everyone could speak
But words became so useless
Rich, poor, and educated
We all became clueless

Efforts to save information
Were ultimately fruitless
We became the ultimate losers
Victimized by the ruthless

Men that preyed on incoherence
Were free to take advantage
As meaning was destroyed
With nothing left to salvage

It was catastrophic
When minds became so catatonic
That no one felt sorrow
For the tragic loss of logic

(chorus)
It may seem like a dream
But if it actually happened
Who’d be left laughing?

I know that you know what I mean
But that understanding
Can’t be taken for granted

If I finish the other verses in the next few days, I might post them.