Okay, this weeks cipher is Hero. Pick up where I left off and lets kill it.
Editor In Chief
Lovely as usual my Big Bruh KingMan Allen
No ordinary maiden i be she that female hero Shera She-ro
In my grand advising from embryo to inflated afros
Guiding & nurturing out front never incognito
Flushing out the ills that plague & overthrow
Causing depressions i help them to see their true glow
No ordinary maiden i be that female hero Shera She-ro
Working against ideas of a status quo
Believing that ALL is possible reaching mountainous plateaus
Breaking down walls shattering that indigo
Mending tattered seems embellished rainbows
No ordinary maiden i be she that female hero Shera She-ro
Bringing it like thunder to those trying to infiltrate this flo
I be that Shera She-ro woe
February 12, 2012 at 11:41 am
Very hot Shera She-ro !!! Diggin it
February 12, 2012 at 12:47 pm
Now, thats a neighbourhood I’d just luv to live in Allen. With you at the helm, there would be plenty of love, friendship and respect for all. Loving your INK
February 13, 2012 at 5:28 am
My sister, Queen Oracle…you again amaze me with your gift of verse!
February 12, 2012 at 5:34 pm
You certainly are no ordinary maiden Sonya, you have proved that over and over again with your pen. This is just brilliant!
February 13, 2012 at 5:29 am
My dreams are battery operated, I’m obligated
To expose the lies and the truth they confiscated
It’s complicated, as I pick the lock and break these cages
And shake these sages, who taught through the ages
Afraid of changes, shook from death wages
So, I’m ripping up pages; bringing up hooks and phrases
Lullabies get passed, just to pacify your looks and gazes
Searching for my jet pack, recharge the sun, just to get back
Into the light, I’m in the present, but no I ain’t gift wrapped
I ignite high into the heavens, just so you won’t forget that
Life is worth living and giving; move past the riff raff
Cross the coke lines, open up your nose, but don’t whiff crack
Do it before ignorant catz pull their fist back and guns go click clack
Life is so mismatched, even strapped it’s hard to find where you exist at
House of a thousand corpses, surrounded by apocalyptic horses
White, red, black and pale forces, to late for changing courses
Bring in the reinforcements, stay straight, no naming sources
Body bags piled to the ceiling from the forfeits and remorses
I walk these streets, surrounded by straight faces and zombies
Deep in my dreams, I’m pulling cords where fate and bombs meet
Religious zealots and hellion who can’t wait, they gone deep
Tying to take my faith, but they hate that the anointing is on me
And I’m recharging imaginations, exposing death and strife
Carving into each nation, exploding with the sweet breath of life
I’m elevating; I’m high above reloading in the dead of night
Illuminating, decoding the programs to get you out your bed and fight
Now that you’re charged up, the rest is up to you…
February 12, 2012 at 12:19 pm
This was a hot verse David. Loved this brother.
February 12, 2012 at 5:35 pm
I get such a sense of positivity from this one David and somehow futuristic too. You never cease to inspire. Love it!
February 13, 2012 at 5:32 am
Great write Allen. You done started the flow right.
February 12, 2012 at 12:46 pm
This Is A Disclaimer For the Legions of Leeches
Who Main PURPOSE is To Be Glorified by Minions That Destroy The Sacred Speeches
I am the First of Many Names
Protecting Everything That I Lay Claim
My Occupation is To Seek and Bring Justice
UNDERGROUND Hero’s Yes You can Trust Us
My Credentials are My Badge and Shield
I Walk Through these CITY STREETS Protecting it Like A Force Field
Who Am I They Call Me THE Shadows
I Will Roam Forever Like the Ghost in Harry Potters Gallows
My History Is Found In the Caves In Hieroglyphics
A Female Hero Bound By the Laws Of Physics
February 12, 2012 at 3:35 pm
Allen My Brotha You Always Spit Knowledge and Bring Truth In All You Write…. ALWAYS WILL BE A FAN…
February 12, 2012 at 3:37 pm
Sister Shantell traced footsteps of another classic verse. Your pen is a steadily deadly medley! Respect!
February 12, 2012 at 5:37 pm
Oh, Shantell, your my heroin!!! Dope write.
February 12, 2012 at 10:47 pm
Amen! Adore this one Shantell, so very much ‘I am woman hear me roar’ Amazing INK
February 13, 2012 at 5:34 am
•One love, one love to all•
Zeros turns to heros rapidamente
In my city the dirty works result in dead gente
But fundamentally I replicate my powers
To mutate the criminal prowess I vow this
Be the reason blackened souls face treason
Its my goal, my sign my freedom, I’m battling this season
Seeing como viven watch my wet work
I’m down for depopulating so many mothers won’t hurt
Won’t sit up in dark .chapels wondering what value life has to her
I was celebrated light years before I was created
And I’ve been the context in which morality was debated
Politically the smoke to the mirror a hero, a prophetess is naturally hated
Nobody wants to wear the weight of when a lifeline is at stake
But everybody wanna be protected and safe
See zeros turn to heros rapidamente
In my city the dirty works result in dead gente, comprende?
February 12, 2012 at 5:57 pm
First of all, I hope you don’t mind that I reset your lines. I didn’t change a single word, but I figured it might be easier to read like this. A lot of ppl do this from there phone and it don’t translate right.
Anyway, there are so many things I love about this poem. I love the Spanish intertwined and the message is so on point. You really done did this one. Also I love the flow and the rhyme schemes.
February 12, 2012 at 9:25 pm
Strong powerful words here Donna. I really dig this one.
February 13, 2012 at 5:36 am
I come from the gutter, call me poetic sewage
Been discarded and labeled polluted and convoluted
Every ill word I’ve digested, I spew it and use it
Speaking in tongues harmoniously, so face the music
I’m healing mental bruises, a flowetic Confucius
Destroying dark forces and principalities that are ruthless
Elevated beyond the playing field, still I level it
Always on watch, because you know how those devils get
Devilish, so I’ve built up immunity writing that rebel shit
But I’m not the only one like this; there are still several left
Fighting against lyrical tyranny and paper chasers
Pushing past the fear in me, hitting and breaking haters
Rewriting history, it’s my destiny that makes me greater
It’s the hero within me that allows me to shake these capers
But no spandex suits, uncouth; always keeps it raw and gritty
Raising the roof or the booth, exposing the flaws so shifty
This is for the youths on the stoops, who fall and are tipsy
I’ll always be fighting for you and I’ll always stand tall in the city
See, I’ll always be on it, so if in need, call me Poetic Sewage
If you can’t cope with the nonsense or if you lyrically lose it
I’ll be your hero
February 12, 2012 at 10:45 pm
Dope ink! Every word inspiring.
February 13, 2012 at 5:38 am
Some women seem to have the knack
to keep going back
for the painful attack
that sets their heart back
the forgotten hero picks up the slack
Soaring through the traumatic air with ease
to swoop you off your heartbroken knees
you didn’t even have to say please
for him to hear your tears and pleas
because his love for you is what he sees.
Picking you up so you can stand
while putting you back on high land
as you always seem to demand
him filling wishes you command
but never do you touch his hand
For him your love is bland
Leaving his heart buried in the sand
As you give your love to the next man
he suffers the fallout of heartbreak’s flack
only to find he’s still not on loves stack
and as she leaves him again for other lips to smack
pushing his pain into his heart’s lonely shack
the forgotten hero and his heart fade to black
February 13, 2012 at 2:05 am
Dig it and i love the ending.
February 13, 2012 at 4:01 am
Yup, unfortunately there are women like this in the world. So sad, that sometimes good men get hurt. Diging this one Gerald.
February 13, 2012 at 5:40 am
Witnessed his bloody struggle
Heard his lonely silent screams
Vultures circled squawks so noisy
In his darkest… nightmare dreams
He fought them off courageously
Features creased… screwed up in pain
Broken dreams of life pain brutal
Soaked in deepest red blood stain
Sinking slipping, falling further
Was outnumbered dangerously
His heavy heart starts crumbling
Hero’s steps in… silently
Helped his mind to reassess
All things in life that’s good
Reassuring him he had a place
He was welcomed in their hood
He was not yet even twenty
Yet, had felt his life was done
Every time he’d try to elevate
His tormentors flashed the gun
Hero’s came and rescued him
They could see his pain and fear
Reassured him of his worthiness
Now his eyes are bright and clear
February 13, 2012 at 6:01 am
Great story telling Fankie.
February 13, 2012 at 6:29 am
Thanks, so many young people today, just want to feel loved. A helping hand can for some, work wonders.
February 13, 2012 at 7:07 am
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