

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

...Nothing Life of Living...

Music is the sound of life,
the heart beating and the ending with a knife!
The struggle the strife the mind bending luck of the dice!
People come and people go, people stay and people know,
how you feel and how you do, the things that make you unique and you!
You say you understand and play the game of living,
when all in all we know nothing but breathing!
Time flies and time lies, life is short and the clock denies you the time to live,
as the world turns our race through a human sieve,
it filters out the old and keeps hold of the new,
the mother and her baby almost due.
New lives created and old perishing,
leaving only a memory and legacy,
becoming legends by fighting to the end,
they live on in our hearts till we too reach the end!
Nothing is infinite; we're a finite race on a finite rock in space,
as it hurtles through the nothing of the nothingness of nothing,
we think we are relevant or something!
The amount we don't understand,
the vast celestial universe and its enormity,
surely that just shows that our issues are some weird anomaly!
Insignificance is clear,
but our hearts bleed so much love that our minds can't fathom or bear,
that we just don't matter, it doesn’t matter, the world is but a grain of nothing,
in the universe of nothing,
floating in an even bigger nothing!
So again dear friend, why do you think you're something?
Is it because the way we work is so defining of what we are?
Is the very definition of our race to be something it was not meant to be?
is it to be or not to be to a certain degree it’s a monstrosity don't you see?
You're a freak accident; you shouldn’t be here with me!
You were never even meant to be!
But here you are, a small but blinding bright shining star,
you light up the heavens and cast hell in a shadow,
you glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel,
you Angel from above flown in by a turtle dove!
But if you're a shining star where is the opposite?
where is the darkness and the creator within?
Where is the master of pain anguish and sin?
He's blinded by your light full of win!
See I'm not religious in any amounts,
but I believe in something we know nothing about!
Isn't that just the same as what you believe?
or what they believe?
We're all the same book but with a different cover,
and the cover comes in many different colours!
and the colours have many different shades,
whites blacks browns and uncountable fades!
there is only one red,
and we all bleed it the same,
so stop the hate and the life taking game,
You all fight kill and maim,
hang your heads in shame, take responsibility and blame,
you say you're different?
but you’re all just... the same.

-> Lyrical Poet...

Monday, 18 November 2013

...Tick Tock Clock...

Time tone tick tock alone to the bone on the phone to nobody no buddy no fuzzy feeling of somebody but a chilling mind of kind and sublime virtues and words of thoughts combined in to rhyming lines of memories and fantasies catastrophes and symphonies dictating love and hate - pain and fate a clean slate of innocent gates walk through a few and find yourself looking back at a pack of hungry jealous fuckers who want what you have attack and fight alight the heart inside that was dead before lean down to the floor and charge fist first in to hell with bells on attracting every sinful bastards ears to distill fear that you're on your way to dish out justice to ignorant shits that fill our lives and hearts full of darkness. Be one with yourself and trust in you don't believe what the haters say or do cos they'll all perish whilst you rise from the ashes with wings and brilliant splashes of colour mashes and eyes of fire to light up the darkness surrounding the world - don't give up - get up stand up don't give a fuck and when all seems lost raise that middle finger and salute your haters in a respectful fuck you to the face! The end. *sigh*

-> Lyrical Poet...


World peace masterpiece what a joke restricted release sinful pledges hateful leaders third world bleeders first world consumers - wasters - time chasers - minute men and men of zen - a friend to lend a hand of helping favours then walk up behind and stab you in the head with a grenade of napalm just to be sure you're dead - as a brain packed full of molten lead isn't enough so be gone you good deed doing fuck - didn't you know nice guys finish last? I told you before now I'm a blast from the past a fireball aimed directly at your arse gonna set this shit on fire - literally - you think it's funny but soon it won't be - I'm a fire breathing dragon from the past so fear me - mythical beast from hell believe in me! So run and flee as I soar on above looking down at you and your loved ones chasing a change in pace like the human race has a hope in this world whilst being high on dope and snorting coke off a piss stained toilet! Paranoid now? Go foil it ignore it - head in the sand your phone boil it fall off the grid and the www - hide in woods with some tribal crew! All I hear is "he called me a niggah I'ma kill that crackah!" "He called me a Paki that fucking Nagasaki" "They killed my family I'ma burn that city!" - we're all the fucking same can't you see? You kill them and they kill you - nobody is right and what do we do? Kill a million and save a few - wipe out a whole race of Jews - believe in false leaders and their hate - who act like their lies are words of gods written fate - great! Cos that's what we want? Rivers flowing red and heavens dead - whatever happy ending you had read to you in bed was a lie from a mother deluded in the head! But was she really? Or did she see that the world was once a beautiful place to be?! Did she know the peaceful ways and chose to ignore the hateful days? The world is changing its changed so much the changes are crazy it's all fucked up we gotta stop this hurt this pain and murder get your heads up out the dirt and make a noise like thunder make them listen to your voice and shout as one to outdo the deafening sounds of their their blood hounds with their bounds of guns used in sport for fun - not even balling your eyeballs out red and sore will make them stop the old game called war! What's this all about you scream and shout as I go on n go forth like a boxer on a knockout bout? It's about all of us the black the white the purple the brown, the pink the yellow the up and the down the rich the poor the needy the greedy the down right sleazy with the upper classed snobs and the lower end slobs the benefit whores and the tax dodging flaws! It's just a one world conspiracy with a flawless delivery of unrelenting hate to make you fuck up you see?!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Monday, 19 August 2013

...Forever Alone...

All you motherfuckers don't know where I'm comin' from - where this beat is bangin' the drum n what happens to my mind when I take the time to make up a rhyme! The shit that goes through my brain would drive all you fuckers insane so I tone it down n slow the pace this is nothing but a human rat race in your face a disgrace on your marks n go not gonna fake the flow for nobody let it roll let it show let it take on a mind of its own to affect your brain n body down to the bone - when you're sat up in bed feeling forever alone you stare at your phone nothing but a dial tone nobody there n lifes not fair so you glare up at god and don't regret your sins holding up the middle finger in the dead of night with pins in a cushion and a satanic dim light laughing your ass off whilst punching a wall with all your might! Why fight? For what for whom? A lady smokin' crack with a baby in her womb or a punk snortin' shit in a public restroom? Are these pricks worth it? Its a shame that the game of life is such a piece of shite! Why help these useless fucks when their just in bed with the devil n fucked in the head?! Some people some people some people are evil evil evil with not a conscience between them just an alluring temptation sucking you in to destroy you n feed their damnation fascination before their eventual cremation back to hell where they came from!

This isn't a rap nor is it a song its a fucking freestyle about a world gone wrong! They call me The Lyrical Poet n I don't give a fuck and I don't fuck about - all the haters n pricks best watch out!

-> Lyrical Poet...

...Normal Abnormal...

Rich as fuck suck a fuck like Donnie Darko marko polo embargo psycho hypo hyper cypher typo ignite n blow O's get outside n all you see is hoes with dickheads with their heads in the sand obeying the 'man' without a face who don't leave a trace just do as he says so everybody pays this shit is cray don't you zee the lazy sleazy pricks can't breathe n you're wheezy with no air n shit ain't fair so you don't care drop the thoughts stop n stare as people are lemmings slow walking off a bridge like zombies following a path that leads to nothing when all you want in life is something n get fucking shafted like dick in a bear trap but you don't give a flying fuck cos you got your ear on the ground listening to the sound the rumble like a stampede in a jungle of infected fungal fuckers infested with bullshit fed to them by the rulers of the 'free' world! Freedom is a myth don't forget it see it open up and embrace it your life is a game you're a pawn n they think you're lame following a set path of birth work n death described as 'normal' this is nothing but abnormal since when was currency the fruit of life and love - since when was money more valuable than air n water - since when was a dollar worth more than people starving - we're a fucked up species being dictated to by human faeces that put a price on life this shit isn't right it can't be this way so stand and fight stick it to the man with might we will not go quietly in to the night just to allow them to use n erase us out of sight!

-> Lyrical Poet...

...Whole New World...

It's A WHOLE NEWWW WORLDDDDDDD that we love in today welcome to my home take off your shoes you twat or I'ma baseball bat your eyes shut you fat sack of cack! Ahem.

Yes I will no I won't I will but I won't I might it'll be jokes pokes of fun maybe with a gun hey look RUN fatboy RUN cos im'a offload these 6 leaded stones who knows they might bounce off your bones hahaha rahrahrah leave a scar scar scar blat blat in your face whack whack sorry prick smack smack more socially acceptable enable me to be more lyrical physical metaphorical poisonous and noisy poised at your face to rip out your soul in to a bowl then burn it up n smoke it like a soul of grass that burned your ass you best not fuck with me keep those eyes of contempt off me I might just have to go psycho n loopy like a looney toon sue me as you hitch a ride to the A&E! Peace! In pieces like daily releases fuck that make it hourly I'm a fuckin M16 on burst firing words at your face making your life slow to a snails pace to stop n think about this fucked up world and wars of race this is the ace up my sleeve so back down n leave or I'ma pull the dagger out it's cleave n weave you a new face so anyone who sees will bereave!

Bitches cunts foes n hoes pull up a chair n touch your toes I'm the Lyrical motherfuckin Poet n nobody knows what I'll do next so pricks be on the edge of your seats vexed while I line up a hex to unleash lyrically literally upon you to destroy you! You want to step up to me? You must have a fucking death wish I'll dig up a grave and bury you with rhyming couplets n be a success on your distressing pleas of emotional turbulence somebody call this motherfucker an ambulance!

Thats me it's done this is the Lyrical Poet - step up again and I won't stop in frame till I make the world forget your name!

-> Lyrical Poet...


Time flies time lies time cuts ties and dies time cries time times timing n rhymes time is the constant and the never forever the clever and deceivingly reaping reaper seeking n seeping in to your mind while you're dreaming leaking from the seams like light beams creaming yourself in a dead set fret of a great life thieving hex! Time takes time breaks time forgives but never forgets time hates n loves whilst twisting turtle doves smashing up the sky above your head like triggers pulled firing lead so drop dead Fred you're imaginary friend is sleeping forever in a bed made of the grims black cape sucking up all the light in to darkness embrace the darkness the darkness is unforgiving unrelenting not depending on anything or anyone no 'one' no song no words or prayers will save you no matter how long you whisper the words the others taught you as they fought you n caught you in their nets of lies without even allowing you the dignity of saying your goodbyes!

Time is the one thing we can trust to outlive us all, respect it, don't waste it, make the most of it and don't underestimate it.

Love the world, hate the games, this isn't a claim to fame, this is my life, my words, my name, my brains creation of limitation gone limitless, the sky isn't the limit the sky is a benchmark set by others who can't see further than what their eyes see, there's so much more out there, there's so much more to us that people just don't understand. We're sick twisted n fucked up, but we're so unique, beautiful, full of love and compassion. We are so different from anything else, so varied in who and what we are. This is DeeKay86, the Lyrical Poet...

Love the world... Hate the games.

-> Lyrical Poet...

...Mellow Yellow...

I'm not your usual fellow my mind is mellow I'm not a coward yellow so hello let me bello in this pillow whilst I procrastinate a fake few words of realism ironically in a metaphorical passage of text to a darkened route on foot to the end of a boot stepping on and up an incline to the top made of slime to reach a rotting peninsular overlooking the burning Earth climbing reaching the earth beneath your feet like a shark snapping its teeth as it suffocates itself for a bite to eat!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

...It's All Wrong...

A long time ago, I remember saying that everything is easy. How things change...
Nothing is easy anymore.

Will life change for the better? Does it get any worse?

I don't know the answers anymore. I used to have an answer for everything. The thing is, life changes everyday. One day, you could feel on top of the world, then all of a sudden, everything's suddenly in the dumps.

I've spent a lot of time thinking recently about life and the world we all share. I think 'share' is a generous word. We don't 'share'. People seem to just want to take and keep, fight and defeat. Not for any obvious reason, but probably just to make themselves feel better or superior in some way. I don't think I'll ever understand our race, I don't think anybody ever will. All I know is that someday, we'll all live to regret it; be it in a week or 100 years.

Here's to the people who give a shit *raises glass*

-> Lyrical Poet...

Sunday, 1 April 2012

...Baby Steps...

A long story, you came in in the middle,
you probably heard whats been happening,
you hid away and stayed still.

You opened your eyes for the fist time,
and the world around you changed.
With every breath you've taken,
you bought hope to the people closest to you,
and furthest away.

Its amazing how something so small, can make such a difference.
Eyes empty and innocent, yet so willing to believe in the human race.
I could cry for decades, praying that you never find out how cruel this world is,
but someday, hopefully not anytime soon, you will find out.
And when the time comes, try to keep faith.
The human race may seem lost sometimes,
but then you get that glimmer of hope.
Right now, for us, its you.

-> Lyrical Poet...

...Hazardous to Health...

Open up, follow me,
can't you see, this is he,
this the fee, the decree, flee with no plea.

The fence the defense the hence n the dense the suspense the intense the immense and the pence.
Mind fuck head fucked lead plucked loaded n cocked!
Shut the fuck up cos in the mouth you getting socked!
Turn around n fuck off - cos this is the end of you,
this isnt a hate rhyme, its a factual piece of art,
not from the fucked mind but from the bleeding heart,
ripped to shreds and torn apart,
look at the date,
its April the first,
I'm joking!
Thought you were smart?

-> Lyrical Poet...

Monday, 30 January 2012

...We're Alive - My Projection...


-> Lyrical Poet...

Wednesday, 18 January 2012


Gold-Hard-Cash.com - As seen on BBC's Hustle

(I guess they forgot to buy this domain before showing it on the TV show!)

Its funny, I could add anything I want on this and the BBC would be advertising it...

Should I...?

What should I add on a website thats been advertised by the BBC on a popular TV show??

This could get interesting...

Add your ideas in the comments secion below!

Visit regularly... you may be surprised.

-> Lyrical Poet...

Tuesday, 3 January 2012


The Lyrical Poet would like to wish you all a Happy New Year!

p.s: Adsense adverts added to site - just giving it a go to be honest!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Friday, 16 December 2011


I'm so fucked off I'm fucking livid!

Who the fuck do you think you are!
You arrogant piece of shit!
Never have I met someone so fucking high
on his own bullshit!
It's like you don't even try
it's just natural to you
you think you're smart enough to do what I do!?
Fuck You!

You're a small insignificant speck on this earth!
with the other assholes too it doesn't get much worse!
Shame on all your mothers for even giving birth!
The whole lot of you should be ditched in the dirt!
you fucking curse!

I'm so through taking shit off of all of you!
You think it's easy for me to do what I do!
You useless fucks wake up and smell the shit in the air
It's seeping out your lungs 'cos thats all thats there!

I'm tellin' you you're mistaken,
and I got shit to prove it!
But you don't wanna listen,
'cos you're too fucking stupid!
I ain't gotta dress up that you're so wrong
Not gonna sing you a lullaby or a fucking song!

The facts are loaded and aimed at your head,
quit the charade, Rest In Peace in your bed,
or get down under after being pumped full of dead!

-> Lyrical Poet...


The man in the mirror looks beyond all the shimmer, sets out on a task to make it and deliver, the change is the game to do something better, not about fame or making a name, its about doing right so you're not the one to blame! The end comes fast so make it all count, if each man himself made a change the difference would be paramount!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Tuesday, 13 December 2011


Had a walk around London the other day, haven't done that in a while.

It's interesting walking around even if it's just to take in the huge diversity of people living here. It really is a multicultural place. Quite odd really. You can pretty much see almost every ethnicity represented here; how did this happen?

Some argue that it's a 'bad' thing, but most say it's a great! Personally I believe that as long as anyone "foreign" (I use the term loosely) contributes positively, then why not be happy about them being here?

What really makes my blood boil is people who come here knowing that they will be "taken care of by the tax payer". Now, I do not have an issue with people claiming benefits (when they are actually entitled!), but why oh why do we constantly hear about our government paying out to people who are obviously taking the piss!? They come here, act like parasites and simply leech off the tax payer!

A few months ago, I heard about a family of gypsies. They had something like 11 kids and kept on being "upgraded" to a bigger home! They were somehow "entitled" to all this money and allowance all because they had so many kids and didn't work for a living.

I work hard, extremely hard! Where has it got me? I'm not living in a mansion! I am being taxed to death! Why? So we can support people like this and give them a massive house to live in for nothing? They pretty much had a huge HD screen in every room!

Losing faith in this so called "system"... actually scratch that, I have LOST faith in this non-existant "system". It's broken and the "powers" above really don't know how to fix it!

I'll leave you with a couple of the pics I took whilst walking around this confused city.

Over and out, I have taxes to pay!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

...Mad World...

Nothing ceases to amaze me anymore.

Did anyone see the video of the 2 year old girl being run over in China? If not, YouTube it, but viewer beware, you're in for a scare. It's horrible.

The jist is; a little girl is walking along a busy market-type area and a truck runs her down - running her over completely. He stops, then floors it, running her over yet again with his rear tyres.

The most shocking part of this CCTV camera footage is what happens next, as if what just happened wasn't bad enough! Passers by simply look at the 2 year old girl in a pool of her own blood, and continue walking. Traffic simply goes around her... till another large truck runs over her legs, spattering even more blood on to the road.

Eventually, a lady comes along and drags the bloodied 2 year old to the side of the road - then fetches the baby girls mother.

We later learn that the innocent 2 year old girl was brain dead and died, slowly, in pain, of her horrific injuries.

Now, what the FUCK is going on here! Look in to it, and you find the disturbing truth. Apparently, the Chinese don't like having girls. They are not seen as strong, and are seen as a burden. Nobody cares.

The two drivers are later arrested. The driver who initially struck the girl, in interview, said; "She wasn't looking where she was going, I was on the phone. I was going to get out and help her, but then I saw the blood. So I floored it as nobody was around. If she died, I only have to pay 32,000 yuan, otherwise I may have had to pay hundreds of thousands".

All this, in my opinion, sums up the world we live in today. It's not about life, its about currency. It's not blood, its money.

I know this isn't a rhyme, but this had to be done. Maybe this is a new slant for the Lyrical Poet? Or am I going back to my broader roots...?

Time will tell.

-> Lyrical Poet...

Friday, 7 October 2011

...Rest In Peace - Steve Jobs - 1955-2011...

A legend has passed away, and has left in his wake a gaping hole in the tech world. Steve Jobs changed the world. He changed the way we do things, and made the world so much better than it once was. I'd like to take this opportunity to say "Thank You" to Steve, you really were the worlds greatest innovator.

"Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish..."

Rest In Peace, you will never be forgotten.

-> Lyrical Poet...

Monday, 16 May 2011

...Just a thought... (not a rhyme!)

It may not seem it,
but I think the world is beautiful.
Some say its people who are the cancer.
We ruin the Earth by going against nature.
BUT, whose to say that this isn't what nature intended?
After all, nature (or 'god' if you prefer), gave us this intelligence,
so the way I see it,
IF 'god' didn't want us to do what we do,
then why give us the capability?
Doesn't this mean that it's all part of the 'plan'?
I'm guessing that religious people will say "we have to make the right choice",
Will stupidity prevail and end the world?

Just a thought...

-> Lyrical Poet...

Wednesday, 11 May 2011

...State Of Mind...

No goal I can't reach,
no flow I can't speak,
no mountain I can't climb,
no words I can't rhyme,
takin' my time,
building my empire,
cos' its a state of mind,
gonna make it mine,
take it like its a crime,
before you bring yours,
I'll be up there with mine!
cos' before you turned up,
we all doin' jus fine,
so step back n walk away,
back through the 'no entry' sign!

-> Lyrical Poet...


Heartfelt heartmelt heartbeat heartbreak heartsake hand on heart heartache!
Heart attack sporadic mess thumping beat fearful feat breathless breath sweaty head
heart is gonna fuckin melt - call for help chest heavy punch it down break the levy
all this for someone else fuckin asshole in a daze time is slow but there go the days
its all over purple haze ha ha ah let it slip going cray-ending-zee its all over
you fuck with me I fuck with you so listen up its fuckin true!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Friday, 6 May 2011


You think you know me,
you don't know shit.
You think you can out flow me,
haha, blow me!

This life this strife this world this knife this frame this game another day its all the same - shit is lame rise to fame you ain't never winnin' this shit so keep tame n listen up!

Man I can fuck you up till you drop,
fuck you up, down, sideways and all around,
pull a three sixty,
who you think you're 50?
fuck 50 he's a bitch too!
I'm gonna break loose n screw all you bitches,
don't need no 'crew'!

You think this rhyme is hatin'?
man this shit is blazin',
this flow I'm creatin',
hear the call its not for mating,
gonna heat it up, you're bakin'!

Its gets to me how people don't see,
that life just isn't what it used to be!
I've seen it all!
hatin' dealin' lyin'
you can't surprise me even if I were dyin'!
Standing tall not letting up,
slip - almost fall - I ain't givin' it up!
I ain't never gonna drop the ball on this one,
fuck it,
I'll even challenge you to use all your might,
you still won't stand true,
I don't even gotta do anything to you!
It'll all come back
in a way you never knew!

I was sick down n out,
all you fuckers took advantage!
but I'm back now with a vengeance
cold isn't how revenge is best served,
its best served relentlessly
till you choke on it and you can't see!
you thought you could screw me over,
n become me?
fuckin' joke, you'll never get close!

Give up before its over,
cos this rhymes got a pulse!
look its growin' arms n legs,
theres the head,
fuck it just broke your neck!
ha gotcha,
its really behind you now,
turn around...
made you jump?
in your throat theres a lump?
its called fear,
cos I ain't got nothing to lose,
thats right I don't give a fuck or care!
So as I see you runnin toward me from there,
clutching the butterfly with hell in your eyes,
I'll stand and watch,
cos' karma gonna trip you up,
you stumble and fall, the blade in your torso,
splutter n blubber,
It's over!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Saturday, 12 March 2011

...Bad Boy 'wannabes'...

Classics never die,
legends forever living,
motherfucker you're neither,
with these words I'm killin'!
I'm Tony Montana,
you're less hardcore than Hannah!
Listen up mofo,
I'm Hannibal Lectah!

You think you can win this shit?
Imagined a victory?
It's a game of wit!
You're history!
Listen up prick,
cos' this rhyme isn't dissin',
just statin' the facts,
on your life I am pissin'!
You probably enjoy that shit though!
You're a cheap shit sick prick like that!
Yo' mama's a hoe,
n your dads a twat!

Enough of the 'rude boy' talk,
you think I can't do that shit too?
Prick I can rhyme circles round you,
n your little faggot 'crew' too!
You're like a group of bitches,
gossipin shit, backtalkin,
none of you with the balls for straight talkin'!
man up, step up your game,
or move the fuck on!
This ain't no claim to fame!
shut the fuck up or I'll make you gone!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Friday, 14 January 2011

...Stitch It Up...

Why won't someone push me over, fill my skull full of lead?
Won't the world stop fucking with me, open and swallow me instead?
I actually think about it,
I guess I'm fucked in the head,
Will I wake up?
The next time I sleep in my bed?
See, I have a theory,
You might have heard it before,
It's that the world is fuckin over,
I've said it before,
No matter of tears,
Eyes bloodshot and sore,
The way it's headed,
We are all no more.
It's all about money, it's always has been,
You think they give a fuck when they didn't before?
Climate change, tax, carbon footprints,
it's all an excuse to buy them more cufflinks!
Cos the world was stolen, before we were born,
taken from mother nature, brutally torn,
it's just another day, closer to the end,
you'll only see it when your dead my friend!
The shit I go through,
the hurt and the pain,
the shit I put up with drives me insane!
I can't get it back, all I ever had,
where did I go wrong!?
It's like I never had!
My mind explodes and my heart implodes,
I drop like I'm nothing,
and that's how it goes.
I'm at the end, end of my tether,
no loving red letter no word to uphold,
just another day, time to be bold,
cos the time is near,
I'm going to fold.
No hand to play, I'm all out,
the cards have spoken, I've busted out!
Game over son,
better luck next time,
but you don't have the heart,
it's broken - oh fuck!
Pick up the pieces and stitch em back up,
pump it full of blood n watch it fuck up!
There's no going back,
my world has changed,
flipped upside down while I brew in a rage.
So much built up, I'm gonna overflow,
blow my top and fuckin explode,
I've been a good person, always so true,
but fuck it nobody cares,
and neither do you!

-> Lyrical Poet...

...Quick FB Status...

Time is a wastin', this hallway I am pacing, I don't even know what this rhyme is dictating! I just say the words, act the part, am I fakin'? You don't have a clue whats on my mind, it is racing! The world is a joke, all the challenges we facin', every man for himself, only bringin’ home the bacon! So how does this relate to you? I'm just procrastinating! It's up to you how you do, responsibility I'm delegating!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Sunday, 4 April 2010

...Gone to Hell...

My heart is full of hate,
my mind is full of pain,
I can’t even think no more,
man I’m feelin’ faint.
The days slow to months,
an hour is a day,
as I sit here in this seat,
and wish it all away.

My life force has been taken,
hope has been lost,
my mind has been broken,
but at what cost?
Give and take, is takin’ the piss,
I give and its gone,
no offer, here it is.
born with a curse,
there is no cure,
there is no tomorrow,
eyes burning red and sore.

Nobody to love, nobody to care,
look down on the ground,
heart pounds in fear,
down my cheek,
a lonely tear,
thought I was a good person,
so how is this fair?

I close my eyes,
and let the world turn away,
the gravity of this scene,
can make an unholy man pray,
I clench my fists and try to forget,
as heaven and hell wait to see who wins the bet.
It’s all twisted now, nothing is the same,
my mind has given up,
and my heart all the same,
so who’s to blame?
I think its me,
my eyes were shut,
and I couldn’t see.
Blinded with love, or stupidity,
she told me not to, but I did it anyway,
see, I’m just like you,
I’m part of the world,
but what did I do?
I gave it up and took a whirl.
And for what? For who?
It doesn’t matter anymore,
have I been a fool?
Oh yes, that’s for sure.

The sun has gone out!
All of a sudden, a drought,
The ground begins to shake, the earth opens up!
Hands on my head eyes wide – “what the fuck!?”
An explosion of ashes, ‘they’ pour blood in to a cup,
have I gone to hell?
Do I even exist?
Did heaven lose the bet?
Or am I drunk? I must be pissed!
A burning welcome sign rises,
as I’m squinting through the mist,
a celebration ensues, “WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU”.

Now what do I do?
Where do I run?
All I wanted from this life,
was to have a little fun!
But it looks like its all gone,
like I said before,
born with a curse,
and there is no cure.
Even if my hearts pure,
I havent a chance,
it’s a fucked up world,
you’re all walking in a trance!
For me, the end was at the start,
so I open up my arms,
and welcome in the dark.
I take a step forward,
I can feel the heat,
a great giant oven,
I’m the piece of meat.
My skin begins to melt,
my hair bursts in to flames,
eyes open, jump, screaam!
I’m sitting up in bed!
“What the fuck was that!?”
Was it all in my head?
For a moment there,
I thought I must be dead.

-> Lyrical Poet...

Friday, 2 April 2010

...Man of Emotion...

The Lyrical Poet is a man of emotion,
The Lyrical Poet is sick of this game,
The Lyrical Poet is full of devotion,
The Lyrical Poet doesn’t want any fame!

I was born just like you,
I'm not always full of hate,
its just the world fucking with me,
I guess you'd call it fate!
I don't even know anymore,
I've given up of late,
this world and its inhabitants,
can fuck themselves as they procrastinate,
to make a change for the better,
no loving red letter,
lies and deceit, its been going on forever,
since the beginning of time,
way before this rhyme,
the world ended years ago,
and you all think its just fine!
Wake up to the truth!
open up and see,
that its everyone for themselves,
not for you or me,
I'm sick of all the lies,
I'm cuttin all the ties,
I'm probably best off alone,
living under different skies,
My body is here, but not my soul,
when the fuck will I reach it?
the unreachable final goal.

Do you ever think of giving up?
and ending the fight of life?
do you ever want to ruck?
and defend with a knife?
a gleaming blade,
ready to pounce out the shade,
you scream in to the 'heavens',
and your anger starts to fade.
It turns another emotion,
and self pity you serenade,
you wallow in your mess,
and turn back the searing blade,
cos' you're sick of the world,
and everybody in it,
civil but not civilised,
this is war can't you feel it?

-> Lyrical Poet...

Wednesday, 24 March 2010


Its all about the time,
everything is a sin,
seems breathing is a crime,
so don't breath in!
make believe, mime,
smack you on the chin,
cos' you broke a rule with a rhyme!
all the pages,
in this story called 'life',
all these stages,
to end up cut up with a knife!?
you call this paradise?
living life - fearing whats outside?
run n hide muthafucka,
cos' peace is strife,
won't find it here,
or even over there,
you think they care?
as they stand there n stare,
waiting for you to slip up
make a mistake,
so they can drive the wooden stake
through your chest n call you fake!
I don't give a fuck anymore!
there, you know the score,
they're all rotten,
to the very core,
a person is sane,
people are insane,
humans but inhumane,
playing some stupid game,
some people believe in fame,
but its not jus them I'll blame,
cos' at the end of it all,
people are just the same.

-> Lyrical Poet...

Saturday, 13 March 2010


I hate this life,
why can't I get a break,
everything a strife,
everyones a fake.
dog eat dog isnt the case,
its man against man,
they all spit in your face,
no matter what your plan,
you'll never win the race,
I don't need a hand,
I need this life replaced.
where do I get a refund?
I've been ripped off,
screaming at the 'heavens',
why am I so unlucky?
what did I do wrong?
why is my life so shitty?
I ask you in a song!
I prayed and prayed,
and nothing changed,
God? are you in?
I'm feeling so derranged.
Ofcourse you're not,
you're not there,
why did I think,
that you even cared?
I've always done good,
and all I got was hell,
why the fuck,
am I under this spell?
I don't believe,
that you exist,
I must be going mad,
I'm talking to the mist,
all there is - is bad,
people on the piss,
there is no heaven,
its all just a myth.
I put in so much,
and I get no return!
when will you prove it!?
when I'm resting in my Urn!?
Whens it go full circle?
when do I get my turn?
when do I get the glory,
is there something I should learn!?
what is the fucking point,
of giving me so much shit!
why is there NOTHING,
but heartstrain and hells pit!
somethings gotta give,
cos I feel I can't go on,
how am I supposed to live?
when you take it all - its gone!
The good I do,
no matter how hard I try,
the lives I've saved,
still a tear in my eye,
there is no release,
just more reasons to cry,
I'm on the verge of giving up,
my mouth is going dry.
there is no god or heaven,
so I'll say no more - goodbye.

-> Lyrical Poet...


Rhyme n rhyme,
like its a crime,
take it slow,
take your time,
nod your head,
to the beat of the grime,
screw this place,
all the slime,
happiness is a myth,
smile n get a fine.

I hate this shit,
the good is gone,
"this is it!"
but its been so long.
everyone for themselves,
dog eat dog
no princess or prince,
a poisonous frog,
fairy tales are lost,
in a thick white smog,
man-made disaster,
don't need a pre-cog,
for the elite hog.
get ready to shit yourself,
get in the bog.

Open your eyes,
wait n see,
that nothing is quiet just as it seems,
its all an illusion,
to a certain degree,
to cause a delusion,
- a mass mirage,
not just a collusion,
a lie collage,
this allusion,
not based on confusion,
a simple evolution,
set for a conclusion.

The game has begun,
but you can't play,
do as you're told,
"roll-over, sit - stay",
a lonely pawn,
in a greater picture,
no Monet, no Picasso,
a hypnotic lecture,
no soothing aloe,
obey don't fret,
but be sure to bet,
that your role here is set,
'cos you're never gonna get,
where you wanna be,
it's in the net,
game over,
a new world order "TO LET".

They're not taking over,
they already have,
the best part is,
its already in the bag,
no going back,
this isnt a gag,
evening Mister,
no refunds turn Away,
won't you turn around,
and walk Away!
nobody here to help,
so you can't stay,
its a New World Order,
I know you already paid,
but pay as you may as you try to play,
the never ending game,
quit it, "Hey",
"you over there, OBEY!",
"the path has been set"
"deter and you're in a mess"
"your life is determined"
"the choice has been made"
"you're born, educated, worked and laid to rest",
"do it another way and killer instincts put to the test"
"lock you away, there is no key"
"try to flee but you can't defy me!"
"laughing so hard"
"cos its not happening to ME"
"you're the chess piece, I am the game,
"no worries, you don't need to be in the frame"
"like I said, OBEY!"
'they' will never let you stray!"

The point has been taken,
the point has been made,
but the world has been stolen,
bent over and laid!
I don't understand why,
people are so afraid,
why choose to live a lie?
they said it, you obeyed!
What the hell is going on?
its all falling apart,
the human race is loving,
but more than half have no heart!
I said it at the end,
and now its just the start,
the games have begun,
don't die, but leave a mark!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Thursday, 11 March 2010

...Interfering Bitch...

Just don't know where the fuck I found you
somebody so spontaneous,
someone who made my feelings true,
where have you been?
all this time,
so frustrated,
us apart should be a crime.

The way you are,
you and I together,
can go really far,
is there such a thing as forever?
cruising in my car,
we can be together never?
me getting drunk at a bar,
I thought I was clever.

What can I say to you?
where is this going?
what can I do?
just sit here, flowing,
but I really have no clue,
all I know,
is that its me n you,
givin' it a go,
going with the so called flow,
neither in the know,
of where its gotta go,
nonetheless we show,
that this decision is clever,
not letting go,
oh no,
we're gonna make a go,
ready set, "NO!"
"I don't agree"
"don't do that"
"don't you see"
"shes with him, not you or me"
"I wouldnt like it if you did that to me"
"listen to me"
"its all about me"
"what I say, Me"
I turn around and I flee,
talking shit,
keep it bitch!
I dont give a fuck
fuckin' ass itch,
leavin you in a ditch!
I know what I'm doing,
they call me hitch,
shut up,
quit the snitch,
anger with a fuckin stitch.

Hate the interferance,
all irrelevance,
patience is a virtue,
and so is tolerance,
so slow it down,
listen and learn,
trust in me,
or get ready to burn,
'cos I am the alpha,
I am the one,
if it wasnt for me Bitch,
you'd be gone!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

...It's Up...

Word play like sword play,
don't care, you'll pay,
its another day,
mafucker hey yay,
gonna get you another way,
let me finish,
if I may!

24/7 til late,
the one n only,
the great,
think i'll leave this shit up to fate?
makin my own luck,
for my own sake,
you're a joke, you suck,
everything from you I'll take!
you tramp, poor little fake snake,
hide n pounce out a lake,
evil mofo, I need a wooden stake,
spring in to action with neckbreak!

The one the only,
the Lyrical Poet,
all o'them go crazy,
cos they all already know-it!
The challenge is up,
comment if you will,
you wanna battle?
bring it on "G's",
cowardly babies heres a rattle!
don't need no degrees,
step on to the stage,
freestyles please,
fill the blank page!

-> Lyrical Poet...

Lyrical Poet - Launched

Let the games begin...