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H I S T O R Y
living through major historical events, that’ll soon fill textbooks in classroom desks. future generations will learn about the pandemic, with pictures of caution taped jungle-gyms and lone playground equipment. read all about the protests that resulted in wreck and distress, watching how the media coverage recorded how we split. feel the tension rise along with…
45, 81, assassination, Biden, bullets, Corona Virus, COVID-19, dropping knowledge, dropping science, history, identity, insecure, knowledge, Love, media, pandemic, Peace, Poem, poet, Poetry, politics, power, President, reagan, shooter, sniper, story, textbook, trump, Trust, Trust issues, United States, us history, us politics -
Resurgence
After a silence that stretched too long, I assuage. Fearless now, my words uncaged, an unleashed sage. Watch as my pen dances, a wild stallion untamed, Thoughts and dreams, no longer unnamed. Ink flows, like a river in spate, My heart’s rhythm, words articulate. I invite you to grasp these gems I’ve found, In the…
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Entre Sueños y Recuerdos
En el umbral de los sueños, la mente vuela, Palabras danzan en la penumbra, la noche revela. Memorias y anhelos, tejidos en la trama, Como hilos de un tapiz, en el alma se inflaman. Familia y raíces, en cada paso resplandecen, No importa las distancias, ni el tiempo que florecen. Unidos por la historia, por…
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Passionately Rich, Morally Bankrupt
I still think about when we last spoke. When laughable vocable slipped between our pressed lips and i underwrote what left you clutching that pearly rope I sprayed around your throat.
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Velvet Grip
You’re a midnight breeze, whispering secrets that tease. In the darkest corners of my mind, your touch I find, Like silk sliding, your essence gliding, A symphony of seduction, an addictive eruption. You’re the taste of stolen moonlight, a celestial delight, An aphrodisiac for my hungry soul, beyond control, My cravings rise, a fire in…
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Unraveled
In the depths of my mind, a tempest stirs, Thoughts swirling, emotions unfurled. A labyrinth of words, a storm of rhyme, I weave my verses, one line at a time. Like a maestro, I conduct the symphony of prose, With each stanza, a story unfolds and grows. Bold and audacious, my words take flight, Igniting…
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Mimic(er) – GAME (ft. OliviousMaximus)
my best friend and fellow creator, Brian (aka “mimic(er)”), created this beat with one of my joints in mind. Brian’s organic production paired flavourfully with my filth turned out to be somewhat palatable. Lemme know what you think, it’s me.
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Poetry & More by Nate Abaurrea and OliviousMaximus
My good friend and fellow poet, Nate Abaurrea, came by to share with me his newest and latest book “Backroads & Borderlines.” After some pints we decided to hit the mic and spit some pieces to remind us of those dreaded open-mic nights. Here is our drunken exchange.
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Performing “Ropes”
First time back at the Acid Vault since the pandie… Had to drop some filth while i was there
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Ropes
She smiles and giggles at how i repurpose my shirt ties into handcuffs and a blindfold with some basic knotwork. She’s bound, tied and blind but not fearing for her life. Curled toes and moans followed by grins indicate the reaching of a limit. Excitement takes ahold and what escapes me looks like ropes across…
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