Thats pretty good there, thuggy. A lot of emotional air raid there.

i used to write something approximating poetry on this very site years ago...its still there if you look hard enough

Instead music is my forte, so help me god, and im not too bad at it..

;-D

Goosebumps and Udders
Sharp knives and cutters
Scabies and flatulence, big wasps
that sting
These are a few of my favourite
things

Stanley blades in golf balls
Scissors in free-fall
Riots with peelers and gays with
cock rings
These are a few of my favourite
things

Smooth shiney ball-bags
And leather-clad street slags
Pig sweat poppers and bingo wings
These are a few of my favourite
things

Fighting with wheel-braces
And smashing up faces
Drinking in the park setting fire to
swings
These are a few of my favourite
things

thats the second time youve put that up, veera.

how are ye?

It's the only poem i know, but i think it
could be a different verse,

I'm good, busy with work though which
is not such a bad thing!

Cheers Shekhar, appreciate it dude! i will check it out. I'm sure music is your forte dude...just make sure you own it!! I have a lot of respect for people in the music biz....especially in the Asian Music biz. They have to put up wid a lot of shit!

Anybody got any of their own poems to share, not just rehashes of 60's/70's songs.....

I'm sure there's more creativity in this room than this!

hey Thuglife

i write poetry all the time and have been since i was a kid. Agree, makes you feel so much better when you are having a crap day. here is one of mine i wrote on my website ages ago, it's not that great but hey at least it makes me feel better!:

The Fool ©

Stranded at a crossroad,
I stand and ponder
What my life would be like
if I began to wonder?

If I dared to dream,
reaching out into the unknown,
Defeating my insecurities,
and the fear of feeling alone.

Too scared to take the plunge,
so consumed with self-doubt,
So overcome by anger that
my time is running out.

Stuck in a dark place
suppressed by my pride,
wishing and questioning
why luck wasn't on my side

When really all I needed to do
was to reach into my soul,
to love and to find myself
and to discover my goal.

So my journey continues
as I struggle through each day,
gaining courage to face the
obstacles that come my way.

As my spirit awakens
I follow the call of my destiny,
learning from life's experiences,
to gain happiness and prosperity.

To let the closed door
be nothing but a faded memory,
to finally wake up
and to face reality.

To strive for balance
I will follow my heart's desire,
learning to take risks
and not be burnt by fire.

Each new day
now brings me hope;
finally realising I have
the will power to cope.

For I am reborn
and no longer the Fool,
facing life's challenges
that I await soon.

KT 4.07.2007 ©

Hey Twinkle,

Bravo! Thats a lovely poem!

U should be proud! :)

Awww... thanks mate

check out www.editred.com

if you are serious about your poetry

Cheers Twinkle,

In actual fact, I'm not that serious about my poetry, I just find it very theraputic!

I have written a whole volume of poetry, but never had the heart to publish them.

thanks for the link though ;)

Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fuck they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
'Boy, get off your ass if you plan to be rich!'

There's rules to the game, but I'll share with you two
Know, peeps gon' hate you for whatever you do

Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy

Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo', enemies close, watch yo' homies

It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child

I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules

Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall or come to grips with bein on my enemy's wall (rest in peace)

Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right
Dear Lord don't let me die tonite

I got words for my comrades, listen and learn

Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt
Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased

This Thug Life'll be the death of me

hey I missed this before

I run The Asian Writers Project promoting lots of emerging talent, check the site out
www.theasianwriter.co.uk and submit some stuff!

Now of course I want peace
But realistically
Painting perfect pictures ain't never work

My misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures

In my quest for cash
I learned fast
Using violent measures
Memories of adolescent years
Their was unity

But after puberty we brought war
To our community
So many dreams dying
Its gotta stop I want to help

But still I'm stepping, keeping my weapon
Must protect myself

The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me

Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me

since my stomach was empty
It seduced me to fuck the world

Watch these little homies
Lose there childhood to guns
Nobody cries no more
Cause we all die for fun

So why you ask me if I want peace

If you cant grant it
mofos fighting across the whole planet

So there can never be peace...

Hey Bride2be- is it paid?

hey twinkle, if you go on the site, all will make sense!
Sadly its not paid...but that's only cos I'm not getting paid too :-(

Once I get funded..then I will be able to afford payment.

At the moment you get the glory of having your work showcased alongside some of the finest British Asian writers writing at the moment.

I should also clarify its really only for fictional work.

bride2be, do you think there is any place in this Asian Writers Project for lil' old me?

Have to admit, it sucks that there is no payment involved!

Fictional work? I'm your man!

hey bride2be that's cool

will check it out!

thuglife - of course. Please feel free to submit a poem or two...or a prose if that's more your thing.

I know people think 'oh exploitation' etc..when there is no payment for submissions. But this project is really quite unique and it gives people a genuine platform to showcase their work, hence the reason why it has got the support of published writers too. Its not a 'magazine please write for us for free' type' thing.

Any work submitted is published on the site, features your biog and can be linked to your own site. Your work receives a little plug in the bi-monthly update too (which is sent to the published writers, agents, publishers etc...)

"When my heart beats, it screams THUG LIFE."

As sure as I am,
Why is there always room for doubt?
The unwelcome guest,
that bursts in with a shout.

Growing in space,
as it lurches through my mind.
Squatting with vengeance
taking all it can find.

And every time it knocks
I still let it in.
Like an obedient doorman,
I nod and I grin.

For hope in solitude,
can be such a curse
As it drives me to dream
and believe in myself, or worse.

As sure as I am,
There’s one thing I know.
As long as my heart beats
Doubt has a home.