Apples are not graceful fruits. Not graceful like peaches.
Apples are hard, can be dry, whereas peaches are soft and moist-- juicy...
like... me.
Apples, anyone? (lol)
Queen Poetess B (c) Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Good
Everything...
I mean everything he touch
(everything you touch)
He make good...
(you make good...)
So I want him to touch me
I want you to touch me
(touch me...)
Touch everything...
I want him to touch everything...
Because…
I want you.... I want him to...
I need you to... cuz I need him to...
Touch everything
(everything)
Every place on me
My body is his instrument
You can play on me
(...he can play on me...)
He can play with me
Because...
Everything he touch...
He make good...
I mean... everything he touch
He make good...
he make good
Play your beat on me
(he can play his beat on me)
Because
Everything...
I mean, everything he touch
he touch it and make it...
He makes it
Good. so good....
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved.
I mean everything he touch
(everything you touch)
He make good...
(you make good...)
So I want him to touch me
I want you to touch me
(touch me...)
Touch everything...
I want him to touch everything...
Because…
I want you.... I want him to...
I need you to... cuz I need him to...
Touch everything
(everything)
Every place on me
My body is his instrument
You can play on me
(...he can play on me...)
He can play with me
Because...
Everything he touch...
He make good...
I mean... everything he touch
He make good...
he make good
Play your beat on me
(he can play his beat on me)
Because
Everything...
I mean, everything he touch
he touch it and make it...
He makes it
Good. so good....
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Verse-a-Verse
Inspired by a battle with my girl Fusion. Thanks for the motivation :)
you know Im all heart, all life and all words, funny that you finally decided to step in on this verse/ hope that you ready to have your heart delivered to my feet/ I take whats mine-- dont deny that I am Queen-- one and only/ you think my ego's big, all because they take nothin from me-- im winning, got the crowd on their feet/ everybody in the crowd is swaying to the beat of whats Royal... which I own/ Im sitting perched on my throne as no one contests me-- so I suggest thee bow down...
Fusion or confusion, I know its your ego Im bruising, and after your mind stops cruising you can stop back at the Queen's court/ move to swift action cuz there is no time to abort/ dont send your messenger, because he will fail to report the magnificence of this prose...
yea, you know how my story goes.. they not really interested in my highs, just my lows.../ wont go there, cuz he already knows/ cant take from me this honor he has bestowed upon my highness/ promise these lands ever wet never knowing dryness /as these waters run and flow free/ run not from me but-- for fun-- succomb to me/ go on and pay my fee/ leave you light headed (dont forget it) and when my words echo dont forget who said it..me: I bet it-- would metastisize in you eyes if you let it/ go on and follow the band, cuz I lead it/ leave a whole in your chest-- call a medic/ my lyricism is ill-- you wont forget it
All that shit you saying is the same/ you better get your word game right when you come up off the brain to challeng my Birthright/ make it hard for you to sleep at night/ never ever could you compare my royalness with that with which is as fragile as glass/ dont let your big words write checks your skills cant cash-- your plane will crash/ then, baby burn/ I can see that you can stand from the Queen-- a afew lessons to be learned/ keep oon trying, you said it wont take long/ but of all that you say// no one can ever challenge my throne
its on
...
volumes you speak
but you fill in the emptyness--
you got my wrath going-- and its cooming in relentless
I hear you laughing/ I hope you know that Im real/ all my words are seen, but I know its in your heart --dem you can feel
want me to be your victim? well the hunter is the hunted/ you asked for this battle, and I hope its what you wanted-- no running-- Im coming for everything you got/ my words might be cold, but my mind is hot
Ok, I put the prose on hold/ got the game in my hand-- so now its your go...
Queen Poetess B © 2009 All Rights Reserved
you know Im all heart, all life and all words, funny that you finally decided to step in on this verse/ hope that you ready to have your heart delivered to my feet/ I take whats mine-- dont deny that I am Queen-- one and only/ you think my ego's big, all because they take nothin from me-- im winning, got the crowd on their feet/ everybody in the crowd is swaying to the beat of whats Royal... which I own/ Im sitting perched on my throne as no one contests me-- so I suggest thee bow down...
Fusion or confusion, I know its your ego Im bruising, and after your mind stops cruising you can stop back at the Queen's court/ move to swift action cuz there is no time to abort/ dont send your messenger, because he will fail to report the magnificence of this prose...
yea, you know how my story goes.. they not really interested in my highs, just my lows.../ wont go there, cuz he already knows/ cant take from me this honor he has bestowed upon my highness/ promise these lands ever wet never knowing dryness /as these waters run and flow free/ run not from me but-- for fun-- succomb to me/ go on and pay my fee/ leave you light headed (dont forget it) and when my words echo dont forget who said it..me: I bet it-- would metastisize in you eyes if you let it/ go on and follow the band, cuz I lead it/ leave a whole in your chest-- call a medic/ my lyricism is ill-- you wont forget it
All that shit you saying is the same/ you better get your word game right when you come up off the brain to challeng my Birthright/ make it hard for you to sleep at night/ never ever could you compare my royalness with that with which is as fragile as glass/ dont let your big words write checks your skills cant cash-- your plane will crash/ then, baby burn/ I can see that you can stand from the Queen-- a afew lessons to be learned/ keep oon trying, you said it wont take long/ but of all that you say// no one can ever challenge my throne
its on
...
volumes you speak
but you fill in the emptyness--
you got my wrath going-- and its cooming in relentless
I hear you laughing/ I hope you know that Im real/ all my words are seen, but I know its in your heart --dem you can feel
want me to be your victim? well the hunter is the hunted/ you asked for this battle, and I hope its what you wanted-- no running-- Im coming for everything you got/ my words might be cold, but my mind is hot
Ok, I put the prose on hold/ got the game in my hand-- so now its your go...
Queen Poetess B © 2009 All Rights Reserved
Telephone Call
miss you, Father. the only one I knew. Thirteen years-- I will never forget you.
The fourth of December
(can't run from what I remember)
My dad called home—
No, my heavenly Father called my dad on the telephone
Ring ring—ring ring--
and he answered, he picked up that phone
He knew who was calling, and he went right on home
Left us alone, on earth in this hell
But the memory of the only father I knew
Causes tears in my eyes to well
Yea, I know that where he is is even better
Than the storms we who are left here are left here to weather
However, I remain with my face towards my angels in the sky
Because I am hardened, and I am lonely, but I have no more tears to cry.
Queen Poetess B ©Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved
The fourth of December
(can't run from what I remember)
My dad called home—
No, my heavenly Father called my dad on the telephone
Ring ring—ring ring--
and he answered, he picked up that phone
He knew who was calling, and he went right on home
Left us alone, on earth in this hell
But the memory of the only father I knew
Causes tears in my eyes to well
Yea, I know that where he is is even better
Than the storms we who are left here are left here to weather
However, I remain with my face towards my angels in the sky
Because I am hardened, and I am lonely, but I have no more tears to cry.
Queen Poetess B ©Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved
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