I am shamed that i must thank you through this small block of text if you are reading this.
As you can see, my stuff isn't really poetry at all.
Just thoughts, feelings and ideals written without grammar, correct spelling and most time in the moment and in great haste.
They are all my songs, my music pieces.
My testament to the hiphop music style. But if you read, and read deeply, it's much more than it may appear at the surface sometimes.
So please do so!
Thankyou for your look and interest.
Since i am a song writer, and these are basically all songs, a few of them are on my music page at myspace.
Here is the URL if anyone is interested to see the transformation.
www.myspace.com/malevolentaxiom
My footsteps echo off the brown brick tiles,
that arch & bark overhead left to right and down adjacent aisles.
The Construction trades building flowing with stranger traffic,
I scan face to face to find something familiar to grasp at. But Nothing.
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Met a girl so stunning she's got my heart running, with no feet, it's difficult to look at her whenever i speak, i get nervous when she smiles at me, it continues to make a beat that puts butterflies in me.
My heart to start racin in my chest, it's like someone put her here for me just as a test. I get stressed when i try to display my best, this is the only test that i would purposely fail, so i could see her again, talk more in detail,
She's got Brown hair, brown eyes, cute smile, nice height. Just the way i like em, gorgeous in the inside. all that aside, If i could configure the perfect figure, it would be her that i would picture.
She's got a small cold, a soft voice that's filled with sickness, i've heard her before but i've forgotten the difference, i feel relentless, but before i was just tired.. after a long time everything eventually expires.
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19..19...19.. years in the making, her heart is heavy with fear of it breaking.
And every tear is an awakening, it brings it clear that she appears to be taking in by the sight of a girl she doesn't recognize, her own image, how could she forget those eyes, probably because the one that's behind them has grown a little weary of the one who designed em.
All she ever wanted was to feel pretty, she pours pain in her heart till it spills pitty, blind to her own masterpeice, she hangs pictures on the wall of people she'd rather be.
Also blind to her own very common indecision, looking only for first one who fits the envision,
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Malevolent mc be rocking to the sad melodies, but spiritually powerful with the positive remedies, i be pushing positivity with the thoughts on my mind, pushing positivity with the way that i rhyme, pushing positivity with words i place in the lines, don't feel inclined to address it as anything, it isn't devine, we are are the same, i am you and you are me, we feel the same pains throughout everyday equally,
the only difference is that i write it down and i speak, but don't take that as anything, i don't consider weak,
if at all you a stronger, especially to all the mothers, fathers sisters brothers who have been here longer, and for || much more years to pass,
It's a shame when all the smart people are consider outkasts.
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She's..
Beautiful on the inside, beautiful on the out, looking to search for the good life, get away from the doubt, but feeling like she is unaware of how to go about,
doing this thing that we call life. With every turn of the corner to face something other than strife.
chasing the american dream, a husband to make her a wife.
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