Black Poetry : Cold Steel in Hand

[blakverb]

Cold
steel
in hand
an ice cold
hand
rough from
caressing reality
to check it's
PuLsE.....
yes it's alive.....
that's why I.....
grip this
steel / ready
to fire after aiming
for the center
of the cranium.....
no.....beneath the cranium
to split the hemispheres
of the left and right side
separate
creative from
analytical
detach the
retinas of clouded
third eyes
'til lies wilt and die
cold steel
platinum
PEN
cold ink
flowing
waiting to
dye unbreathing
minds

(c)2001 blakverb

 

[UbZoRbShUn]

if you the shooter let me be ya first target. verb you have hipped a sista beyond measures in your works. yo messages are being received and processed.



One

 

[GA_Sunshyne]

My RoYaL BLaK-NeSs....


umm... after you shoot Zorbi... you think i can be next? (LOL)

it goes without sayin' that you keep it continuously tyght!
you bring da things that make us feel... & i am grateful.

OneLuv.
Ga~

 

[$$RICH$$]

Ahhhhh MY BRUTHA YA ON POINT
BUT DON'T SHOOT ALL DA LADIES DOWN
FLOW HEAD ON ,,,,,,YA HEARD ME!

 

[Da Street So'ja]

yes son

loving the art
as always verb
hitting all cylinders