Tuesday, April 26, 2011

the R O L E M O D E L

Im da SOLE TARGET, that ma opponents and FOES AFTER,
im at da police notice BOARD DRAFTED as MOST WANTED
im unmoved as the WORLDS CORNERS,
to the south to the north pole im COLD HEARTED
So i take on the PEARL HARBOR, da BOLD MARTIR
to da death to ma POST MORTEM
Till yall GOES MASS on ma CLOSED CASKET,
U kill me u get ma heart stiff and SOUL HARDENED,
Till my spirit is risen and is FORCED AFTER u as a GHOST HAUNTING,
da CLOAKED MASTER, with a pole-ax, conclude ya death like a FO-CASTER
I SMOKE BASTARDS, get a ROPE FASTENNED,
round ya THROAT GASPIN, till u CHOKE COUGHIN,
SLOW hEArtbeat, u Hollocausted
SoaKeD bLoOdStAiNs, i MOULD CORPSES with SOAP PLASTER..
As i sit there enjoying the Show with a COARSE LAUGHTER,
But i know thats not what u FOLKS AFTER..
MOST OFTEN, On ice im COLD WATER, tho im a SLOW STARTER,
I be GOLD PRADA wen ma FLOW STARTS TA, GO FASTER....
from no-HOMED-ORPHAN who WROTE CARBON on COLD DARKNESS
U better ROLL CARPET, from LOW-CASTER to GLOBE TROTTER...

Monday, April 11, 2011

OH CANVASS! MY BRUSH IS NOT WORTHY!

 

by Randy Chriz Perera on Friday, December 3, 2010 at 12:36pm

I never saw da finish, I never saw beyond the horizon…. I never went to the otherside, of the tightrope, always felled , into the safety net.

On a coincidental spark, on an idle day, quarter to sth, I found out sth very intriguing,
it started to paint the picture, vague and abstract everything falling to place,
forming…turning into sth promising…. Sth that made sense.. explorable discoveries..
all u cud possibly find… the more you touched the more you liked it…
he left all his suspended animations aside, and started to see sth of himself inside embarked,
… awestruck, … inspired…..and encouraged……….it kept on transforming,
a vibrant amount of colours all creating a supernova of shades of darkness and light, everywhere.
He is attatched to it… to see the end result.. all throughout the day…all guns out…no defences
…. Open… its memory in his dreams and the morning sun… taken with him in the wide open fields of daily routine
..Your memory Oh beloved painting!! He wud treasure throughout… to get back to you…and cherish you
… to make you more beautiful!!Oh painting! I had so much hope in you!...
sth that gave refreshment refuge and closure and consolation to an artist’s troubled past…
he imprinted his deepest of all tribulations and scarred and wounded happenings that were frozen in time…
....But sth changed somewhere, sometime, and it wasn’t the same somehow…
stilled…I guess I was painting the wrong pic!..

coz for me, you were the Porthole to a different life of certain possibility,
and for you I was just a stain of painting on an idle canvass…

Oh well, I guess it was yet another suspended animation… but still...
I still my seek my masterpiece… in u....

But… I never saw da finish, I never saw beyond the horizon…. I never went to the otherside, of the tightrope, always felled into the safety net of “FRIENDSHIP”

UNDFEATED




from our TOWNS OF HOPE, we were high n overdosed like an OUNCE OF DOPE, jz like b4, we got DOWN SO CLOSE 2 da last ROUND TO HOLD sum POUNDS OF GOLD, we held da CROWN B4, cz if we FOUND OUR FLOW, all ull see is a ball jz BOUNCE FOR 4, ROUND ...THE ROPES theyll jz COUNT THE SCORE, They aint PROUD 2 BOAST, cz from AROUND THE COAST, they got CROWD SUPPORT, if we won theyd put da whole GROUND 2 SMOKE, we cud be happy da indan players still hv their LOUSY HOMES, to any lion who LOVES THE SPORT, thru broken THOUSAND HOPES, jz rmember we have a THOUSND MORE...