Posted in May 23rd, 2010
By Yorgui
jurassic shit
reinventing my exit from damnation
i’ll get my body out of this morgue somehow
and i’ll unveil this masquerade of fake creation
show’s over, my time here is finally done now
turn the page and spill my pen all over it
create this disaster with my own two hands
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the ink sinks in through the thickness
and ties the book from cover to cover
with a seal as severe as your sickness
before it was published and sold from one man to another
the life you carry is now free from existence
free from carrying a piece of your former “lover”
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wake up,
this is not a dream this is not a test
this is a trip you won’t forget, until you’re laid to rest
the minute you got your heart set on gripping it
it had its fingers set on gripping you too
the minute you wasted your integrity
my love was stolen and so were you
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you admittedly planned to get away with murder
you admittedly planned to make it across the border
as your confessions went on, your lies went even further
your words now play back on my mental recorder
“life fucks us all, your time is getting closer of course
you either give up your virginity or you get it taken by force”
and now you misplace the blame
with a bloody frame around your maiden name
you wear your stain, proud like a badge of shame
while you walk the crooked line, and gamble your soul
you have a hand full of hearts, and chaos under control
you seem to have dug yourself down in this hole
living your heritage to the fullest, since you were told
that risking your life is the only way to make yourself whole
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you don’t value your breath, or at least that’s what you say
“might as well live it up, we’re all dying anyway”
you’re concerned with pleasure,
i’m content with dignity
you ask for self indulgence,
i’ll only offer you pity
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keep digging your grave two steps deeper with every empty glass
ten steps deeper with every empty needle and every burning braid of grass
a thousand steps with every empty condom they never wear
until you’re too far down for you to see and too far gone for me to care
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i wanted to teach you how to love, but I was going out of my way
to save your heart from yourself, while you wasted your hatred away
now I just want to sever our ties and call off our pact
because you’ve tainted your hands, while mine are still intact
just pick yourself up, and the sense of judgement you lack
get your head straight, pack your shit up and give me my self back
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i’m breaking the cycle with style
on the wings of an angel
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-flips the hourglass-
only a matter of time now
fuck you
i’m out of this joint
-grabs coat and leaves-
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poisoned plastic awakening
Posted in May 20th, 2010
By Yorgui
the unsettling calm has a firm grip on my shoulder
it orders me to walk towards the light as the air gets colder
the way to salvation looks none too pretty
beauty now defined within the eyes of the beholder
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the walls layered with dust and mold grow thicker
the embrasure force fed with hate spreading quicker
i put together the barriers of my own prison this time
with musty sentences and cobweb ridden words forming rhymes
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the epilogue plays out the way the audience would expect
crushed to death with the lines constructed by these hands
posthumous shame written on paper which you will dissect
and use as a threat to make my ghost meet your demands
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the walls now asleep, clutching the corpse, standing ground
minions gather here to exorcize my soul out of this cage
i give my world up for a room in the sky, where it furiously pounds
it looks at me through the window and shakes it with rage
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it’s looking at me through the glass with its mouth open wide
it’s calling me, urging me to meet it outside
its features seem smooth but its edges are rough
i don’t know what it is, but i’ll find out soon enough
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the unsettling calm again has a firm grip on my shoulder
it tells me to walk towards the light as the air gets colder
took a sip out the glass, half full or half empty
the way to salvation is getting more and more tempting
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A blues mountain, unlike a jazz mountain, has pragmatic motives behind it, it is emotionally charged and reflects a social or inner struggle that the writer is facing, its main emphasis is on emotions rather than creative writing styles and wordplay.
Blues mountains actually make sense.
Posted in May 18th, 2010
By Youssef
‘sit that time of time again
where roads cross and joyrides come to end
where the mourner returns, more a mourner than ever
while the gray bewatches still, lurking with a lever
jazz mountain is still what it was
my only stable part is this constant buzz
always something holding my mind from showing its best
forever lurking around, never leaving it to rest
the words you spew will never fill this hole
this placebo you abuse can only last so long
only to die out and leave you cold again, with nowhere to belong
a short ecstasy that leaves you without a meaning, without a role
it’s like you keep choosing to fast forward to the pain
instead of walking away, you desperately run right in
dwelling even deeper in this never ending abyss
a new hell with each new level, maybe ignorance is bliss
I see happy faces, choosing the simple path through
isn’t “happy” the status we dedicate our whole life to?
you fell in a trap you dug with you own hands
to the point where everything looks so pale now, tastes so bland
Posted in May 16th, 2010
By Yorgui
Filling the void with liquid vice
last contribution before the squall
With the absence of nothing in exercise
the theory claiming abscess of all.
Fathering the prize,
with the hands of the defeated
Once struggling for morale,
now juxtaposed and so conceited
Victories are nameless,
defeated, we will pay the cost
A better life lived,
without the stakes that we have lost
Smoke filled lungs
such is the game we play
The fanfare is being sung
and I the victor turn away
A genocide ridden generation
raised by a nameless set of limbs
The bastard sons now standing tall
with a new age holocaust in the crib
Raise your arms
and take your turn playing defense
an ally with the face of an enemy
that we make our slaves rise against
defy
Posted in May 16th, 2010
By Yorgui
Diary entry No. 2144
today i found a poem
written down in scarlet ink
i picked the words apart
and made them into a drink
i crumpled up the paper
threw it inside and watched it sink
and as i watched it boil
i just couldn’t help but think
if these lyrics were a land
was i the one who built it up from scratch
did i have a helping hand?
and an advisor there to match?
was there a reason why it was built
or why it ended up this way?
was it guilt over spilled milk
or an excuse to hide from light of day?
today i found a poem
it found its way inside my mind
i picked the words apart
i’m positive that none are mine
i crumpled up the paper
but the words came back into a line
i tried to burn them out
but my own fire made me blind
whose deadly words were these?
the question brought me to my knees
whose handwriting is this?
perfect curves, twist at the wrist
and if im not the one responsible
why do the words keep coming back?
a concept so intangible
and so intangibly intact
it would’ve been impossible
for me to write this anthem of attack
it had a sense of dread abominable
and a degree of hatred that i lack
the words read respectively
in a tone so distinctively
…
murderous
“if hating was in style
i’d send my love with every curse
deem your complacency too vile
wish for your death in every verse
if it would at all be possible
i’d let my hate for you grow worse
to grow accustomed, incorrigible
until i’m joyriding your hearse
if homicide was a song
i’d make sure your name was on each line
how could anything go wrong
with insults shaping every rhyme?
directed to your personality
your habits and your kind
wasting all my sanity
precious words and precious time
i’m coming for you now
and i won’t be coming back
because i know once i’ve made this vow
my world will fade to black”
when did i write this? why would i write something like this at all?
the answer kept slipping from me, but i could still hear it call
it’s calling out a name that i can’t make out from behind the wall
i punched the walls out of my way and watched the last one fall
and there it stood in front of me, a monument standing ten feet tall
made out of crumpled papers and ugly memories i swear i can’t recall
i set it all ablaze
and then i build the wall back up
i went back to my chair
and spilled the last drop of my cup
i guess the words were mine, i wrote them down and no one else
but i just undid 10 years of time, since i addressed that poem to myself…
i remember now
dear diary
i won’t be seeing you anymore
Posted in November 19th, 2009
By Youssef
Set and bound to ride alone
Pinned, confined, trapped and prone
Lost in an endless stream of novelty
I should probably start choosing my words more carefully
Deceived and deluded into being it all
Only to lose self, steadily start to fall
Held down to drown in a sea of mediocrity
It’s not so easy anymore to break free
Unusually swinging between was’s and am’s
Every day i can hear everybody’s jam
But not mine, so indivine, all out of line
Pour some wine, catch the swine’s, am i doing fine?
Cosmos has come back for a double tap
Would the allegedly old dog handle another lap?
Jazz Mountain silently watches, waiting to devour
Yet another human clay, crushed and overpowered
Standards decline
Posted in September 8th, 2009
By Yorgui
-Airing the port?
-Something of the sort…
-Convincing the court?
-But i’m running a bit short
-Need any help?
-Can you provide any stealth?
-I could amplify your health
-I don’t believe a word you just said
-So you think this is all in your head?
-I’m probably still asleep in my bed…
-Well then why wake up to reality’s dread?
-Because i can’t possibly adapt to your dream..
-A dream of mine? Or so it may seem?
-A thought, subconscious or an apparition i deem…
-And you are to my dream, what coffee is to cream
-Why is the dream yours? Why is it not mine?
-You could still wake up to claim it just in time…
-Or should i keep it to myself, and accept it as a sign?
-Or you could write it down, and trade it in for a dime
-That, my friend, should be considered a crime
-Well… When life hands you lemons why not strive for a lime?
“-Ma fhemet shi men yelle 7kito halla2…
-La2anne mra2et ta7et tunnel w cellulaire ma 3alla2
-Eh hay2to cellulairak wla m3alla2 wla mtalla2
-3a ayro l 7ayet w 3a jbel l khof byetsalla2
-Teb labbine bshi sandwich djej 3mol ma3rouf
-Serge, mashhilo sandwich quatorze bass hold the malfouf
-Lek dakhlak addeh sarlak mshaghhalo hon?
-Nsit… Be3te2ed men wa2ta ma reji3 l general 3on
-Ouff, sar 3endo experience mni7a laken
-Eh walaw shou fekrak abou l serge min maken?
-Teb yalla shefnek teb2a 7kine, mna3mol shi sawa
-Akid rayyes, l break mnel sheghel we7yet wlede metl l dawa
-Khayye fi shi bhal 3alam a7la men shamm l hawa?
-Alla ma3ak ya shrik mneb2a mne7ke shi nhar
-Mnerja3 men dira 3a iyyem l skating bel matar
-Ya 3ayne 3lek, kenet jeye ellak
-Hahaha, wa2ta abou l rob ken m7anfash 3a emmak
-Teb… Ana 7a etsahhal, baddak shi abel ma fout mout?
-Nintendo 3a fraise w baydato la sharmout
-Ok.”
-What was that about? Was this still part of my vision?
-No, that was just a simple course collision…
-But it seemed too vivid to be someone else’s thoughts
-It was just one of your memories, now watch as it rots
-But I don’t understand… Why was it so unfamiliar to me?
-Because nothing in your life is what it should be
-What’s part of the dream, and what’s part of reality?
-Your life was a dream, ended by fatality
-What…?
-You should’ve never woken up
-But if my life isn’t real why should i give a fuck?
-And that’s exactly the knowledge that you possess
It gives you the power to bend the rules by which you abide
And all of the rest.
-If I had known all of this, I would’ve taken a risk
-But think of the chaos on earth if such knowledge should exist…
-Am i the only one who knows of this truth?
-But now there’s no turning back, not without any proof
-I don’t need any of that, nobody else needs to know
I’ll just live like i should, and come back when im ready to go
-…My friend you’ve already had your chance, don’t you recall?
-Apart from you and I, i remember nothing at all…
-You were made aware of all this knowledge you lack…
-And I screwed up, so you took me back…
-I had to tamper with memories that weren’t supposed to be there from the start…
-Because the knowledge enlightened my brain, but it had darkened my heart…
-Your memories seem to be rearing their head…
-That’s why you’ll have to erase them again and put me back in my bed
-Just airing the port…?
-…Something of the sort…
-Good luck convincing the court
-I hope i don’t run short
-i don’t think you will my friend… i don’t think you will.
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Posted in September 1st, 2009
By Youssef
the stinky corner stinks still
the dog lays in a disowning will
dwelling in an endless search of light
forever darkened by a lamp, fakingly bright
old school snowhead pushing against his seat
forever restless, abusing dem floppy feet
things way heavier now, the fire coldly burns
sicknesses inoffensively elsewhere, strangely taking turns
the sun no longer awaits beyond
deadline arrives, waving life goodbye
the search ends for the inexisting bond
“good evening” it whispers, “I’ll show you how to die”
the undying gray, embraced still
breathes nothingness into the arriving dead
sucking your dreams, your life away until
the story ends, you go to bed
Life : )
Posted in August 28th, 2009
By Youssef
A stinky corner
where dogs wouldn’t lay
A dark mourner
would eventually drive you gay
Useless books around the place
Opaque minds fixed to letters
of a class they will never ace
Swallowing paper, just what matters
Sun awaits on the other side
to their black rules never abide
Dark robes, mourning faces, dying to hold you back
Well, you can blow me, I’m mine, this is my track
Rooms, embracing the infinite gray
Constantly trying to put you away
from a dream, one day come true
once undone, [quote] the black hole is you [/quote]
The original note can be found on Facebook here
Posted in August 27th, 2009
By Youssef
bound and dragged on the back of achilles chariot
thrown into the ground and buried next to judas iscariot
i spend my time walking the line of a pedestrians sign
disowned sympathy and all the other feelings that once were mine
i see pedestrians here and there
Voices dragging me to nowhere
high voltage of negative positiveness
drifting on bad ass fresh air
i see something that’s nothing and turn away as if it was
the need to open my eyes, the need to shake off this buzz
50 brains confined in a machine and memories that once were not
the need to put on display this indefinite life that we’ve got
fulfilling this hollowness i seek
throwing that someone within away
Finishing off the reign of the weak
redemption for one once blown astray
the white light is now
the black hole is you
the universe is forever lost
with the words we spew
heavy sword next to a bed
purple lightning strikes on the right
worlds lie close ahead
a simple monitor in all its might
a life, a log
a knife, a god
somethings in life are meant to stay
veiled and woven into the impenetrable unknown
if you seek a mind at rest then go away
live to forget and walk alone
mid summer, it snows
amid a peak, receding
a rubber duck to end it all
through a smile, worlds unraveled
your straight thinking about to fall
you lose you, your rhyme broken…
Fail
