Category: Rhyming rants and poetic persecution

The solemn sound of my homeland/. I hear its howl on the wind from afar and turn my head, for I feel the rustle of leaves in the…

  Sticking with the hippety-hop routine of the old days I begin this second aural escapade with a track by Common, who has made plenty of decent offerings,…

Its the small, consistently available pleasures, which make a man happy, the more natural these pleasures, the better… a week or so back, Winter turned to Spring, mother…

The first black man in the white house, I was one of the millions taken, with the idea that change was afoot, the root of global politics finally…

I thought this raft was made of feathers, But now I see, after a storm or three, That its made of wood, Im doing what I want, What…

Whats going on? Does anyone else feel that everything is going real wrong? And that things are getting worse, For all those concerned, With working real hard, To…

My heart has been battered, Hung, drawn and quartered, Dreams and plans rounded up in a line, Then ruthlessly slaughtered… By a girl, And the lies she sold…

I am a Man of Words, Of chaotic, unbridled passion, Of intellectual potency. I am a Dreamer, A believer, An unchangeable idealist… I am a sufferer, Of an…

Let this rhyme serve as a wake-up call, As A hefty slap in the face of the blind, The World is at war, and it’s getting worse, Pick…

Back amongst the under achievers, The non believers, The blood, the guts and butcher’s cleavers..   Smiling at the same old faces, Wishing gamblers good luck as they…