The Passing Storm

The day is still
the nights are active
as i sit here
with a fully clouded mind
i play something tranquil
relaxing
hoping to ease my stress
the beat that plays
has me swaying in my seat
then there is silence
as the music takes a momentary break
this quiet is unnerving
my mind goes dark and jumbled
another hidden sound sparks
my ears attention
starring out my window
everything and nothing is moving
this unknown sounds becomes clear
Rain...
most hate this natural occurence
but this to me is relaxing
just like the tranquility you can find
in the spectacular area of Ibiza
things start to dwindle out of mind
like a flooded drain spinning clear
then CRASH a crack of lightening
added to my new mix
The WHIR of the wind blowing
through my barely open window
and a slow
bass like RUMBLE of the thunder
creeps in from the distance
as my eyes close my body drifts away
away to a place that is non-existant
as I float away
into this never filling space
all my thoughts come clear
all my stress disappears
everything dancing around in my head
has now formed a party of lights
and additional sound
moving
jumping
spinning
as this mix continues to play
the climax has arrived
everything stops
the light fades in
the music dims out
darkness of the mind disappears
one man entered
another reappeared
a once fragile being
has become hardened
the conscious mind returns
the rain stops
there is silence
as he grabs his bag and utilities
for the journey
he looks into the mirror once more
only not seeing the what was
but the what is
and continues to the door
of the empty apartment
moving onward and upward
to somethingfar beyond what was.

~Rich B.~ `Bull3t`

thoughts of a young poet

thoughts tht run through the mind all seem so vague in comparison to the reality of life and how inadequate everything and everyone else seems, the only way to live and be alive is to be cold, numb and uncaring...thts how the world is and thts how the disc spins in the player...


though the extremities of our thoughts are not known in the present the idea we carry precede our inevitable fates, things that can be, succeed and things that should be, fail...so why does the minds eye show us our future and the body's actions conflict? in this world of opposite attraction it seems inaccurate to say this as a fact when it is proven to be an opinion.


the days are passing by ever so slowly like the tortoise and the hare, where time is moving ever so slowly and the body is waiting patiently...while the heart is running fast and the mind is speeding through the streets. having the longing for the sight like a baby for its mother, and the touch like a worker with his tools. though my thoughts may confuse, my words clarify and all is good in the end.


as the final hours begin to dwindle down the heart beats faster, the stomach gets light, the mind wanders, the ears don't listen the eye's don't care to see much else but the one desire you have...as you get closer and closer nothing matters but that touch, the sensation and mutual feeling...


twisting and turning, singing and crying, all these things are a model life coming together and drifting apart a part of the circles of attraction, going the extra mile, saying not from the heart...but with the heart...becoming blind to everyone else, and being happy and not only true to them...but true to yourself...now that...is what L is...welcome back L...it's been a while...


living is a part of life and so is dreaming, while sleeping you have those deep passionate fantasies, while day dreams feel like life is moving in every way you want it to. until you snap back a realize that time hasn't gone anywhere, you haven't gone anywhere. so instead of smiling at day dreams wishing time passed even quicker, i'll close my eyes and have my fantasies take control of my mind for a while Est. 7.4.09


welcome to world of L and its uncontrollable urges, when did you first fall in love with hip hop? I been in love with you since the first day I saw you...and I love you still...I was just scared to say so...and I don't wanna just be your friend no more...[Est. 7.4.09]


the clock is ticking, yet nothing is moving. Sitting here eyes closed the mind knows you're far, but the body feels every touch, kiss and breath you breathe...so why open the eyes and forfeit this dream? because in only a short time it will be real [Est. 7.4.09]


3 birds. you let them all go. 1st comes back but u don't care, 2nd confused comes + goes, 3rd u didn't expect back and cherish the most...roughly 36hours to my happiness number 3 [Est. 7.4.09].


metrocard: $4.50, trip to c my gf: $22, food for the weekend: $20-30, havin a great weekend: priceless...[Est. 7.4.09]


ever been in so close and deep that every time ur there nothin can go wrong even if it does...an every time u let go of their hand for thw fateful depart it gets harder an harder...this is the world of L [Est. 7.4.09]

Interesting nite, slow morning, steady afternoon. grabbin more motivation gotta keep in motion bypassing all those watching with failing expectations. what i do expect is to stand ontop of that stage with all the onlookers cheering me on, congratulating me. Shaking that random gentlemans hand seeing you out in the crow...d with a marvelous smile upon your face. . .put both my arms in the air and shed a tear. Graduation.

The Smile is not invisible. it's just not visible to the standard human eye. To know me and understand my logic. You would have to be me. or be close enough to fully grasp my thoughts.

Through all the thoughs tht run thru my mind, and all the different things i hear
n see. You are the one I can c myself with over all. now tht i kno tht
ive even been relatively on ur mind i shall try harder to see u like i should
hav an hav been doin for quite some time. Will you be my motivation
to push fwd even more? as i play my Fav artist ill definitely contact u
more than i hav now =]

Not another poem about a female

Welcome everyone

to the existence of this mere human

living a life that many thought so sweet but he though so hard

not knowing of the ease of life

constantly sought trouble whether good or bad

traveled from home to home

Church to church

State to state

Friend to friend

Life…to life…

finding no happiness, or so he thought

of course girls entered the existence

soon everything went down hill

it took getting thrown away to

become the hardened person standing before you

the audience

searching high and low

standards dropping and rising

the hunt for the perfect one was on

but never found…

time flew while life hopping that everything became a blur

emotions disappeared all that was left was loneliness

then this human opened his eyes and found the one

the one to solve everything…the lord god

the one perfect person that solves all problems

cures all states of discord

protects those even when seen or unseen

clears confusion so everything is bright

upon this realization things are more crystal

than they have ever been

and in this milestone discovery

a life has begun to twist and turn

but all for the good of change

so like Obama promising change

I begin to go into the light like a moth

wishing that others will remove the veil from their eyes

to see how different the world is outside of material values

ignoring the thoughts and opinions of others on how to conform

when we need to comply to our own thoughts and feeling

to be obedient to ourselves and enlighten others...

so with the thoughts of a young poet

trying to comply with my requests

and shed the coat of conformity

and spread the obedience of my restrictions

i leave you with this thought

should we really follow others?

what is better noticed

the ones that scatter away like roaches to light

or the rats that hide in the shadows of plain day?

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The Battle

The alarm rings and i wake
I see my life's logo's flash as my day begins
I do the morning load ups
grab my bag an I'm out the door
As I traverse through different places
I find many different item, people, and routes
one fine day as I walk through the grass of people
my eyes spotted an awesome specimen that I must have.
At the moment we locked eyes the world froze
everything swirled away and it was just us
The unseen momentary battle began

I put my bag down and tried to approach
but she used protect which prevented my advance
I tried to sing and win her to my favor
but she awoke instantly with rage
So I bide my time to build the nerve to speak
as she tried to run and fail since my attempts were ineffective
she hit me with a low kick that did a critical hit and made me flinch
and followed up with withdraw
I desired to have her an kept up with my pursuit
She told her friend follow me, and tried to take all the heat
but my ember was burning so strong like a roar that pushed her out of my way

I continued through the grass of people and found her again.
this time I was stronger and came with my A game
i began by giving her a mean look which was super effective
she tried to poison me with her toxic words but I had the antidote
she tried to paralyze me with her glare but I had to refresh myself
all her attempts had no effect
I confused her with my chatter and she could not snap out of it
this weakened her state of mind as she snapped out of it and opened her eyes
she withdrew once again
I told my arms to go and just like that on the count of one, two, three
she was mine did I want to give her a nickname
of course...My boo

At that moment the battle was over I felt victorious
to have something so rare that not one other has
I walked out of the grass, back through my old routes,
surfed the old streets and fly the old skies to find my way back home
where she was mine and I was hers we saved this moment
and stared at each other...
our internal powers went out so that we can venture out again...together

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Now playing: Michael Jackson - HEAVEN CAN WAIT
via FoxyTunes

Falling and Getting up

The past is funny
you start young like anything does and get old like you should
we spoke some time ago and you didn't think i was good
for my words meanings were misunderstood

things happen times change, people change

time goes by all communication is cut, all ties are gone

now there is the internet and a connection is made after years

memory is frail, thoughts are almost nonexistent

the attraction that was long forgotten had

reproached the front of the brain, and the tip of the tongue

looking splendid on so many levels I wracked my brain to figure out what it was

that i saw and couldn't remember

we exchange words again and it's almost as if you knew me from yesterday

as for me remembrance as much harder

you became food for thought just something i wanted to have on my mind

yet troubles came and houses were build to stop the harsh weather

this house was made of the strongest metal known to man

not letting anything or anyone in nor out

but what should have been done was to bring you in from the storm

which was not done, and whatever was there disappeared into the coldness

now that the storm is clear, my head is empty and my thoughts get  back to you

the realization that I was too late came upon me... 

so here I sit alone in this giant metal house that has turned to glass

as everything is seen like the items in an old shops windows

only in mystery but not wonder

Summer glaze

What a wonderday in the neighborhood
trees blooming, sun shining
people smiling, joy fills the air
there was a conversation, which led to a date
a movie or a stroll?
a chill spot or dinner?
So many things to do in this giant iron city
so little time, so little money
but wait why should any of that matter
you're in the moment you enjoy the splendor of being together
the thoughts run through the mind of optimism and pessimism
Should I stay or should I go?
Are you gonna be my girl?
the quiet tension between us has begun to dissipate
days, weeks pass and you say yes
weeks, months, years pass
what a happy relation we created
falling in love did not happen
for we both had strong attraction, which turned to true feelings
which then were created into bonds then love blossomed
time flies family and friends come and go
we grow old and still live every day like nothing matters...
just as life seems to have been the best light flashes
sirens blare...everything goes dark, nothing is visible...
yet i still hear the sirens...then a single, solitary light comes on
like a light bulb as i walk i hear breathing...louder and louder it becomes
till it stops..silence and the floors drops, my eyes open
I'm in my bed, laughing as my dream...fantasy...comes to an end

The unknown abyss

This heavy feeling of pain, anguish

Where does this hollowness come from?

Holding my chest, my heart feels like it will burst

My head shakes

My arms flail

My legs turn to jell-o

But why does my body feel this way and my mind ignore it?

My absent minded thoughts confuse me in ways that are non understandable

The invisible butterflies that are said to exist come and go

While the pain that is left behind is heightened.

You start and stop and set a comfortably confusing pace

A pace I wanted to keep up with, but no more

You speak in words of perfect rhythm

Your words keep my mind spinning like a top

Running like a marathon, and just awe struck like a surprised child

So why do you ask do I despise this amazing feeling?

Because the pain left behind by your words is so great

More painful than the worst type of murder

More painful than torture, not of the body

You unknowingly tortured my mind and locked it in your cage

Now that I've found the key

turned tail and escaped, yet parts of you still reach out

Trying to seduce me to acknowledge you, but fall on deaf ears

In your presence I see through blind eyes so your not there

The nothingness you made me feel has come back to you

It makes my words seem like a sweet remorse

Don't try to hold those thoughts for this big 2-0.

means things of the past that I dropped are outdated, obsolete...

And there are no updates for this system

Rich ~ bklynbull3t