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( 1 ) February-08-2006
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    ( 0 ) spoken word
beautifly descriptive but somehow lacking definition/ i can peep tha scene yet i feel theres somethin missin/ skadoo/ like blues clues/ so i can personally search the horizon/ i know the answer to the question of why im here lies in/ this picture framed and tacked to a wall/ seen every day but never really noticed at all/ and so another inquisitice sentence forms in my cerabellum and i nearly part my lips to speak it/ but wait!!!! if i do my will-power to finish this journey will possibly weaken/ and i cant have that cause for this task i was undoubtly chosen/ where others might close off is where my mind must stay open/ the safety of another being could depend on me/ see cause the Lord my God sent thee/ one and only Amber Asriel/ my strength is required in this specific so=pot to assist in pullin up that veil/ the world isnt even aware of/ but since i know im set apart i know what is love/ and as my iris skewer this green field/ the urgency to unravel this mystery voicelessly builds. and i slowly begin to realize that im creating this blurred masterpieces/ see The Father of all spoke planets into existance so maybe this power was passed on to me/ and i pray Lord Jesus if this is the case dont let me get cocky/ you said all i need is faith of a mustard seed and so i speak "LET THERE BE!!!!!"/ and i saw that it was but i gotta know is it good in your eyes/ not to say that i ever really could but no more lies/ thrown from me in your general direction/ my goal is to be your idea of physical perfection/ do right so they get tha right perception of who you are/ let em know your next to them helpin even though you seem kinda far/ and i feel myself stumble cause somethin says loud and clear "BUT WHAT IF THEY DONT LISTEN?!?!?"/ get back in stride with you when i hear a whisper "just follow me my child they'll pay attention"/ and i trust that/ forgive me ahead of time cause i fall back/ we step out the frame into that frequently used hallway/ "now my daughter give them what i gave you to say"/ with a nod of my head i break out notebook and pen/ and invite you to hear all i have within
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( 1 ) January-19-2006
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    ( 0 ) untitiled
my flow will be world renowned-breakin down-intricacies-with formulas only known to me-the one whose bout it in her thought time-not always writin rhymes-but when i do expect tha cleanest-maybe not tha meanest-but theres meaning in my words=scratch what you heard-thought you understood-rock a black hood-ie-around my necks tha knock-what you need got ecery adjective in stock-the box with tha disk cover that reads W A-an yes we been on it since way back in tha day-startin wit jus Xribs only then Barron Dark-heard hymn spittin all my life eventually the spark-caught somethin the fire gave birth to Ponders-and i am no longer-jus ya average young girl steppin through tha street-language and i were destined to meet-i roll with tha plan-me and words travel hand in hand-im shinin-like the dimonds-hangin from my ear-i will never shed a tear-an let it be wasted-pain has been tasted-didnt enjoy it but thats life-i try to do whats right-might go left-everybody gotta take a step-in tha wrong direction-parents cant always provide protection-for tha youth they bring into this world but thats jus how it go-gotta find out some things on your own-better known as tha hard way-humans are hard headed to say-tha very least-dont have like everyone else but i mean i got shoes on my feet-so im content-so im content-cause compared ta someone else im tha shit-and i never precieve myself as tha best-theres always a test-goin on so i can learn a lesson-this lyrical thing is a straight blessin-that i used ta take for granted swear i never will again-i iplan ta do this till the very end-of my lifetime-i'll continue to script mine-weather you like it or not-dare you to try to stop-me take a verb an swing on you-not just two but three magi be tha crew-get smashed up if MOjo Greenz-hit tha scene-heres tha pencil go head scetch out tha scenerio-just know that when we hit tha stage its gonna blow-into a million gazillion pieces-lets hope that teaches-you a lesson in tha art-start ta backtrack cause i wanna see where i came from-chances are iddidnt get this far without someone-helpin mo out standin by me tha whole way-so to your credit ima say what i have ta say-initials tha first two letters of the alphabet yup thats tha foundation-right beside everybody that stay hatin-i jus smile cause guess whos gonna be payin me to get into my show-no need to voice it you should already know so- hey save up ya dalalas like my myspace code-opean ya ears cause im in real talk mode-it goes ignorance is bliss-but you should recicve this-jus somethin ta help ya heart beat-like you kjus ran a track meet-
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( 1 ) January-05-2006
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    ( 0 ) i need a
i need a..i need a..i need a..i need a concept cause im tired of doin freewrites/always pencil first then eventually hit tha mikes/im tired of sayin its nothing cause im doin what i feel like/ its three days into 06 fuck it ima start tha year right/i need an audience cause i have issues with not being heard/so hear it tha name is Ponders the youngest associate of the Word/i got rants and lessons crew an those that wanna be/ blunts and blacks that keep conversation flowin intellectually/numbers in my phone but only one i really want ta call/and notebooks pencils and pens that know about it all/i need a job like mom an dad always used ta tell me/ i need my own metro cause im tired of sharin tha telle/phone/but poems?/which one you wanna hear?/deep shit,laughs thoughts an tears/this is a diary that my heart keeps/everything that its got inside it let out her cause i dont want ta let my eyes leak/it would say im weak or at least thats what i got from what they told me/ not a bully and damn sure nobodys cronie/hear what im sayin you cant control thee/one that writes tha story/not God see he gave you free will/i on tha other hand im sorta out ta kill/i need a anger management class to teach me how ta hold my temper/i attempt to clutch tha fuse but she really makes me wanna hit her/ i guess im gettin better though cause i aint done it yet/they get on my nervers but theyll never see me sweat/i need a clean beat to write my first song to/but the first track will be only vocals cause ima show you what i do/no distractions talkin all ears on me/promise youll love it why i does it lovely/i need an open mind cause a closed one dont make none/feel me i need to learn every language cause not everybody speaks tha same tounge/i need some high heels ta make me look tall/i need a dictionary to look up words and create a verst that says it all/i need all that haters friends and foes i got/without em how would i have gotten and understood all the things taught/ this one isnt done yet....keep lookin out for tha rest.
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( 1 ) December-16-2005
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    ( 0 ) a blunt situation
i began to rest on a blunt woke up went back to chiefin- i saw only my brothers face an only heard Hymn speakin- bein abused the whole time by Mojo Greenz- who got the blunt off the food card so i call her a fene- but on the 11th i musta had my people thinkin i was gone for good- so as im told what ran from my mind i wonder if i should- puff another fattie that was tucked in wit skill- or let it be between the two while i sit back and heal- i see Hymnself pass like in slow motion- first his head turns then comes the hand thats holdin- i hesitate, hit Xribz wit a stare- it says i dont know but my fingers are already in the air- and so i grab it nicely hand-eyes' my bitch- and my nose and mouth are show offs sayin somethinlike who you know that can blow it like this- slow and thick take a picture of the beautiful dragon- she dont come out too often she too busy savin- out, while me, im boss(in)- wanted to fuck wit the story so now ginies in the coffin- dracula kicks it in the lamp- Mac Dre iz still steppin an Dub(W) A brings the West Coast back- you never heard of them?then open your ears- while my eyes are on the skies searchin for the scene- that played across two magis pupils one morning Ponders had some green- and after hella years my only comment is- WHAT KINDA SHIT IT AINT NEVER HAPPENED LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!
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