The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

Crowded Thoughts

The pains and problems of a writer most of the time is we have so much in our heads, the thoughts become crowded, clouded and congested. So we write… and write… and if your like me, we write some more, until we can breathe. We want to know about your progress and your crowded thoughts.  

This week we have another veteran of the pen, Che Johnson Alexander. He has been putting in word for years and recently hooked up with us on our Facebook page.  He is very versatile and like me, is addicted to the pen.  I hope you enjoy this topic and crowd this blog with your thoughts.

David Cardenas
Administrator/Editor In Chief of the LAB

65 responses

  1. At the root of Insanity
    voices, people, places mumble all will be alright
    I continuously fight through the depth of my despair
    Life a stare in my face, at times my soul displaced
    After this 9-5 this rat race, this paper chase.
    Longing to be free, physically, mentally, emotionally
    Wanting the world to SEE ME than to look through me
    Am I alone?
    Thoughts drowned out by sounds of this telephone
    these days seem like nobodys home
    I long to have real people, touch me, elevate me,
    free me from the root of my insanity.
    From here I want to feel and see clarity.
    Hanging at the end of my rope’s Knot.
    At the end waiting, just hanging…
    im on my james brown shit, black an proud..
    even when im stressin heavy i can flash a smile, cuz thats my style..
    still tracking the dow.. tryna defeat the beast is like a cat vs a mouse, but i watch cartoons, jerry showed me the moves..
    catch me in the fast lane wit control on cruise.. i aint stoppin at the toll booth im blowin rite thru..
    cuz im too trill to be taxed, while im makin my moves, dictate it to them or they’ll dictate it to you..
    myself for president for life is my political view…..

    October 17, 2011 at 5:04 pm

    • spittin fire before lunch. Nicely done.

      David

      October 17, 2011 at 5:21 pm

    • MizzFab

      absolute fire ,lovin the flow

      October 17, 2011 at 10:30 pm

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      im on my james brown shit, black an proud.. even when im stressin heavy i can flash a smile, cuz thats my style..

      Mo stop playing lol once again with the hotness yall make muthafugga write don’t be bullshitting cuz your dam words might run off the page lol jot shit yo hot shit thanx for coming thru

      October 18, 2011 at 7:49 am

      • Yeah You killed this joint Che!! Love your Piece.. got me thinkin deep….

        October 18, 2011 at 1:04 pm

    • MD, You freeked this I likes……

      October 18, 2011 at 12:57 pm

    • Donna la Chula

      Amen….i echo this in everyway

      October 19, 2011 at 6:11 pm

  2. Che' Boogie Baby

    Thanx everyone and thanx again Dave for the love its good to be back

    October 17, 2011 at 5:08 pm

  3. Here I am once again, restless and nervous. Thoughts racing around like I was in Nas Car. So many things rushing arond and I can’t seem to focus on one. My day to day seems to be a blur with all the things running through my mind. I have so many stories and poems started but never ninished. I never seem to be able to focus on one subject or anything for that matter. Even as I sit here trying to focus I got three others started. As I read this it seems to be all over. Guess it’s just another case of cluttered thoughts.

    October 17, 2011 at 5:33 pm

    • Well expressed. I felt this one Sarah.

      David

      October 17, 2011 at 5:35 pm

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      I like thanx for coming thru

      October 17, 2011 at 6:14 pm

    • MizzFab

      i like this allot especially the line Thoughts racing around like I was in Nas Car

      October 17, 2011 at 10:31 pm

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      I never seem to be able to focus on one subject or anything for that matter. Even as I sit here trying to focus I got three others started.

      Yeah I know how that is lol

      October 18, 2011 at 8:19 am

    • Nice one Sarah.. Glad to See ya

      October 18, 2011 at 12:58 pm

  4. Ashley Diaz

    I hear voices in my head
    Some want me left for dead
    Some want me on my knees giving ‘em head
    Some want my legs spread across on their bed…
    So they can fuck my mind and cum into my solutions…
    See my thoughts are like impregnating evolutions…
    They are bound to bring resolutions to these crowded thoughts…
    Those are the intertwined webs; I weave so you become caught…
    In my slot, like I invited you to my spot… leave you burning because I’m so hot
    And I got… to spit these rhymes to the best of my ability…
    Voices in my head try to tell me I ain’t got the agility…
    And yet they stay in my mind because of the depth of it’s fertility…
    I keep light bulbs on like I’m a utility…
    Ideas flow through me consistently
    That’s why these crowded thoughts tug at me persistently
    Getting louder and louder, just insistently…
    Begging to be heard
    Even when they’re blurred…
    Across the unwritten pages in my mind
    I can sort through the racket and find…
    Buried underneath rising surfaces, the lines…
    The rhymes…
    The dreams, the schemes, you know, those ever-flowing streams…
    That lead to the ocean of supreme extremes…
    I can exercise these thoughts ‘til their bodies scream…
    And they demand that I listen
    As they threaten to make me bleed crimson
    Fractured fragments creating friction
    Just longing for candid depictions…
    I’m the only one who can write these descriptions
    I give these thoughts medicine, filling prescriptions…
    I am an addiction…
    A poet that breathes fire into every word
    Just ask your burning ears what they just heard
    And I’ll cool you off when I end it sweetly like the song of a bird…
    Singing the song of freedom and peace
    A song of sweet release
    As I piece together each piece, the voices subside for a moment… at ease…

    October 17, 2011 at 7:46 pm

    • MizzFab

      excellent flow and powerful words !!!!!!!!!!!!

      October 17, 2011 at 10:32 pm

    • Great poem. What a way to start a poem Ash. that was very hot and such a great read.

      David

      October 17, 2011 at 10:44 pm

      • Thank You David!!! I loved Che’s piece and it really just start flowing out of me after I read it… I hope u know I really love this wensite and very honored to be a part in it… Y’all do Hot Drops Non Stop… sorry I missed Freestyle Friday, it was my lil girl’s 7th bday… had a slumber party… and then she had a party Sunday too, I was in the studio Saturday night… I got music in the works… I’ll keep u posted! Thanks or all the love and support!!! Love U!!! Ash~

        October 18, 2011 at 2:42 am

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      Too hot mamaz too hot thanx for coming thru

      October 18, 2011 at 7:35 am

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      And I got… to spit these rhymes to the best of my ability… Voices in my head try to tell me I ain’t got the agility… And yet they stay in my mind because of the depth of it’s fertility… I keep light bulbs on like I’m a utility…

      FIYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH thanx for coming thru Ash always love reading your shit …. Shit its because of you that I’m here so much respect due

      October 18, 2011 at 8:16 am

    • OH WOW Ashley… Love this.. I can hear every word

      October 18, 2011 at 12:59 pm

    • Truly amazing

      October 18, 2011 at 11:03 pm

  5. Crowded Thoughts…

    i like ta come out wit shit that makes ya mind split
    i like ta come out with shit, that’s nice, so I don’t seem like a bitch
    but lately these fake g’s gets offended by what i say homies
    so this is all i gotta say today, u dumb fucks raggin on me, ya know u sound gay!?!?
    blind to their stupid shit gettin croweded thoughts
    my miracle drug b pot lil toke n u’ll understand this whole plot
    what u forgot, i’m not going away stupid now it’s time ta play
    we find u, me n da whole crew, police will haveta record you n throw on display
    shitty man u thinkin God damn, ya minds in dismay
    we call that crowded thoughts just comin non-stop
    GO BACK TO YA BLOCK
    UR JOCKIN SHIT JUST GOTTA STOP
    UR FLOCKIN NEAR MY COCK, JUST GOTTA STOP
    ohh man i thought he’d just stop
    u just as lame as a fuckin cop
    yep, justa a lame flame face down is how u drop, huh
    bro cuz me n da LAB fam take ya down like george bush
    n allz u shoulda done is take a hit of that cush
    ta calm down u fake fuckin mush
    last thing is feelings u should push
    yep, that’s it might wanna tell em, oh thats ur gurlz bush
    damn, if i knew that i’dda never rubbed on that toosh
    i’dda been a football field away
    Mr. month-of-may mr. i’m gay mr. i fake ryhme slay
    crowed thoughts is what got these idiots ta fuckin try me
    bluy me, n cry a you know what, a dis to you is what I broughtz…

    luv ta the LAB, alwayz keepin shit bad, luv ta the five minutes it took to mash on these tardz that read but act like i’m talkiin to them, ha, just showin skillz bitches

    DJ iQUIZZLE

    October 17, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    • I’m feeling that D, we just need to drop a beat wit it. lol. Great write.

      David

      October 17, 2011 at 10:48 pm

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      blind to their stupid shit gettin croweded thoughts my miracle drug b pot lil toke n u’ll understand this whole plot what u forgot

      I like that Son that’s my word hot spit

      October 18, 2011 at 7:52 am

    • DQ!! You got this one on Smash Big Homie…..

      October 18, 2011 at 1:00 pm

    • ~love~

      October 18, 2011 at 11:03 pm

  6. MY THOUGHTS ARE COMPOUNDED& THROBS AT MY TEMPLE, FLUSHING IN & OUT OF SYNAPTIC SYNAPSES GIVEN LIGHT TO IDEAS IN THE DARK. AS THEY ENSUE ONE AFTER THE OTHER GIVEN ME MOMENTARY GLANCES B4 BURSTING FORTH OUT FROM ME. THEY COME SO QUICKLY, THEY COME CONSTANTLY WITHOUT DELAY. OFFERING VERY LITTE TIME FOR ADJUSTMENT AS THE DISPLAYIMPULSES ME TO RENDER MYSELF UNTO IT. GIVING WAY TO NUANCES AS PREDETERMINED VISIONS PURPOSED FOR A TIME THIS TIME. AS THE PASSING TO & FROM IS COMPULSORY TO REVEAL ITS SECRET TO THOSE HAVING EARS. HEARING THOSE MOST NOTED & NOTEWORTHY WORDS OF AFFLUENT CONTENT FOR THE INTENTIONAL PURPOSE OF INFLUENCING THE INCREDULOUS. TO SOMEHOW SUMMON ITS INNERSTSANDING, GIVING PLAUSIBILITY FOR SURMOUNTABLE FRUITION. THAT WILL & SHALL UNDERTAKE THE FINEST DECLARATION, BY WHICH THE CURRENT STATE OF THINGS CAN BE SHIFTED, MODIFIED AS REDEFINEABLE MANIFESTATIONS OF UTTERED POSSIBILITY SEEDS. BURSTING FORTH A NEWNESS CAUSING THE UNSOLID TO BE MOVED & TRANSFORMED FROM CURRENT CONDITIONS. OFFERING PLACID RESPONSES THAT IN ITS SUBTLETY CAUSES THE NECESSARY RUFFLING. AGITATING THE COMMON UNCOMMON PASSIVITY TO PLUNGE INTO THE QUEASY QUICKENING. AS IT IS STATELY OFFERED IN ITS SOUNDLY PROFOUND GESTATION. A PERIOD MARKED IN TIME BY TIME CHRONOLOGICALLY, NOT SO BUT BY DELIVERY DELIVERING ITS POISED INTENT. IT SOLIDIFIES RECONDITIONING OF WHAT & WILL BE THE VESSEL UNCRACKED WILL TO LIVE. TO CREATE IN ITS CONSTANT & CONCISE STRIKE, RELENTLESSLY VENTURING 4WARD INTO THE UNPLANNED PLANNED SCHEME. DIVISED TO CAUSE DIVISION AS IT SEPARATES, MARKING ITS OWNERSHIP. BELONGING AS IT FITS TO BE DETERMINED IN THE GUESSING, LEAVING THE WORK COMPLETELY UNDERSTOOD. LENDING NO PARDON AS T IS AGAIN MADE AS FASHIONABLE AS IT FASHIONS ITSELF ONTO THE MINDS OF ITS HOST. ADDING IDEAS TO THE DESIGN THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE IN ITS REST. IT ALLOWS CRITIQUEING AS IT IS UNMOVED MOVING IN & OUT OF THE CONSCIOUS THAT IS MY THOUGHT! PEACE

    October 17, 2011 at 8:49 pm

    • Nicely done Sonya, Very profound.

      david

      October 17, 2011 at 10:49 pm

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      That’s deep I love it thanx for coming thru

      October 18, 2011 at 7:56 am

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      AS THE PASSING TO & FROM IS COMPULSORY TO REVEAL ITS SECRET TO THOSE HAVING EARS. HEARING THOSE MOST NOTED & NOTEWORTHY WORDS OF AFFLUENT CONTENT FOR THE INTENTIONAL PURPOSE OF INFLUENCING THE INCREDULOUS. TO SOMEHOW SUMMON ITS INNERSTSANDING, GIVING PLAUSIBILITY FOR SURMOUNTABLE FRUITION.

      Dam need I say I LIKKKKK?E LOL

      October 18, 2011 at 8:22 am

    • Damn Sonya that is deep… Love it

      October 18, 2011 at 1:00 pm

    • Very good. Love the flow.

      October 18, 2011 at 11:05 pm

  7. as a Gemini they say my personalities are split
    good versus evil an all that shit
    but i find myself slippin into demensions of 3rd person
    rehearsin the next act of my life
    first act i was a mother and a wife
    i ve morphed into a person with cruel intentions
    because i got fucked up emotionally in mt LAST dimension
    pay attention as i change up from evil to good
    and back to evil as my feet hit ground i my hood
    its understood that with every location you change who u become
    but some take that too far and forget where they come from
    but i wont
    still living the nightmare so i dont
    one side sees potential and success
    the other side shes murder rape and incarceration with no progress
    stress dictates where im going as i feel pain
    too many people in my head pushes towards a migraine
    because theyre fighting
    as im writing
    to get their voices heard
    and with every single word i type
    i feel like
    theres too many there
    moving from one thought to the next
    feels like im pulling my hair
    folicles out individually
    and eventually
    thered be none left
    so i try to give my mind a rest
    and visit a therapist
    who says she can help give room
    to these crowded thoughts in my head that consume
    all of me
    but…………..
    my therapist is just another one of my personalities
    trying to take me further away from the reality
    of knowing
    that my head
    is all
    fucked
    up

    October 17, 2011 at 9:01 pm

    • Yep, thats fucked up, but a damn good read. I always love the way you drop it Candi, Illmatic and so sweet.

      David

      October 17, 2011 at 10:51 pm

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      You already know I’m feeling ya joint lol

      October 18, 2011 at 7:57 am

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      so i try to give my mind a rest and visit a therapist who says she can help give room to these crowded thoughts in my head that consume all of me but………….. my therapist is just another one of my personalities trying to take me further away from the reality

      Just too den hot

      October 18, 2011 at 7:59 am

    • You know this joint is Fiyah…..

      October 18, 2011 at 1:01 pm

  8. MizzFab

    Packed to capacity
    my thoughts are stacked on top of each other
    and the walls are threatening to collapse
    i am exhausted
    trying to sort them carefully
    but these thoughts they multiply
    some are verbally abusive
    come carrying knifes and guns
    hitting me with words
    that goes straight to my soul
    and make my head swirl
    till i am caught in a whirlwind
    tripping and stumble down these lonely halls
    then i get hit again
    and my mind spins even faster
    till i yell stop
    but things pick up speed again and
    i try to find the light
    in all this darkness
    that i begin to choke over these words
    dying to get them out on paper
    dying to get them out of my head
    so i can breath inside of there
    but like a merry go round
    i get hit with the what ifs
    and a million questions
    leave me begging for a way out
    but i cannot get these thoughts on paper
    maybe tommorow
    and the walls
    the walls begin to collapse
    and painful memories come back
    like flashbacks
    taking away all the sanity
    i had built up
    saved for a rainy day
    i fumble around these thoughts
    stumble and collide
    numb
    now
    things slow down and i can breath
    but my mind is still full of these unnecessary thoughts
    and i begin to throw them away …….
    but they keep multiplying
    i pace back and forth
    trying to rid them
    then i take control of my mind
    find my peace
    pick up my pen
    then i release…………………………..

    October 17, 2011 at 9:56 pm

    • Yes, yes, very nicely done Mz FAB. I felt this one.

      David

      October 17, 2011 at 11:47 pm

    • Che' Boogie Baby

      and the walls the walls begin to collapse and painful memories come back like flashbacks taking away all the sanity i had built up saved for a rainy day

      Ha ha now that’s some real shit thanx for that journey into your mind

      October 18, 2011 at 8:03 am

    • MIZZ FAB-U LOSO…..DIGGIN IT MAMAS

      October 18, 2011 at 1:02 pm

  9. MizzFab

    great piece che , love the theme

    October 17, 2011 at 10:29 pm

  10. I HAD TO COME BACK IN SAY CHE BLAZED THIS…SO I HAD TO JUMP ON IT…NICE ART WORK!!!!!!

    October 17, 2011 at 10:40 pm

    • Thanks M, I try to do my best to rock the graphics to the joint.

      David

      October 17, 2011 at 11:49 pm

  11. Loved all the poems here… I love this page! =D

    October 18, 2011 at 2:59 am

  12. Hey David… I love the artwork too!! Gotta say You are EXTREMELY TALENTED AND ARTiSTiC and that’s an understatement!!!

    October 18, 2011 at 3:21 am

    • Thanks a lot Ashley. I believe poems this good should have a great pic to go with it. I do try my hardest to keep it fresh and tight.

      David

      October 18, 2011 at 7:28 am

  13. The Waiting Room
    By David Cardenas

    The waiting room is packed with people who have problems
    Behind the door, there is a man who can possible solve them
    But he can only interview one at a time to get their history
    While the others sit and wait, impatiently in misery

    From behind the door, a man walks out with a smile on his face
    And quickly a child slips through the door to take his place
    Time has passed and the waiting room is crowded and unruly
    Many are raising their voices and screaming, “PULL ME!”

    But the man behind the door works feverishly throughout the night
    Trying to empty out the room, but much to his fright
    After many go, many more come in with different stories
    And he does his best to get it all in, the good the bad and the gory

    Paper after paper, pencil after used up pencil; time is tickin’
    He is tired, mentally broken, but wait the plot has thickened
    The people in the waiting room are pushing on the door
    The man shakes, sweats and is fearful of whats in store

    The waiting room is is brain; he screams, “NO MORE!”
    Still it stays crowded and packed from the ceiling to the floor
    The thoughts begin to push the door and eventually it is taken down
    And I, I mean, he grabs his head, drops his pencil and begins breaking down

    October 18, 2011 at 7:27 am

    • Wow Dr. Dirty Cash.. You dropped a prolific peice here

      October 18, 2011 at 1:03 pm

      • U know I gits ill sometimes. lol

        David

        October 18, 2011 at 2:45 pm

  14. Che' Boogie Baby

    But he can only interview one at a time to get their history While the others sit and wait, impatiently in misery

    From behind the door, a man walks out with a smile on his face And quickly a child slips through the door to take his place

    Now that’s deep right there hot spit my man always with that piff then always blazing it getting me high off your lyrics . and I like the art work that shits off the heezy fa sheezy. And the letters yo you hooked that shit up for real yo good looking out ….sorry so late busy day and night so I apologize to the fam and to all those that chose to share their work but I’m here now so all is read lol

    October 18, 2011 at 8:12 am

  15. Walking down this empty hallway surrounded by too many thoughts
    Concave walls constricting my passage ways, pushing me
    I AM LOST……………………………………………………
    In my mind I can’t seem to distinguish the straight path from the curved road
    And no matter where I go the doors of opportunity are closed, I’m struggling
    Crowed by ideas, hopes and dreams that excrete passion and fortitude
    BUT I HAVE NONE…………………………………………..
    Success circumvent the torrid path that I walk, I’m sweating from the stress
    Words are compressed into migraines which pummel distress into my psyche
    The pounding increases as comfort decreases and stand there reaching
    I AM REACHING……………………………………………..
    Can some one please grab me, take my hand, sadly, no one will
    Or more to the truth, no one can
    Because my phobia lies within my mind, lost from plane sight
    Where no sane man can find, crushed by crowed thoughts
    I just want to sit in a corner and hide, but life will continue to walk
    And I must run to catch up to it’s beating path, I’m falling short
    Falling from grace, is that really a place? If so
    Then I may have never even ever crossed it’s plane before
    Because I continue to be falling, but I get up, only to fall again
    THE MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE………….
    An I am wasting it on a race, that I am sure of losing
    A race that filled with hate, jealousy, and envy
    Am I just tripping, is insanity taking over me
    No, I just trapped in this room
    Filled with my clouded crowded thoughts

    October 18, 2011 at 12:54 pm

  16. I’ll write, I’ll write, I’ll write
    Or maybe type a few
    Get some thoughts out my mind that clouded my point of view
    Cause I hit her, and liked it!
    Grabbed her by her hair and smacked her ass against the wall!
    It was all sensuous and shit!
    She got in some good licks too!
    Don’t be fooled, she gave as good as she got.
    Left imprints of it all around!
    Thinking back, I’m kinda glad the music was turned up.
    Cause the sounds of her screams wouldn’t have been a good thing
    . . . if the neighbors came knocking?
    The hole in the wall would’ve given it away
    And the breathlessness of the moment would’ve been blown!
    Fucked me up when she moaned when I slipped up . . . and called her a bitch!
    But she was fucking me up! I couldn’t help it!
    Hair dripping with sweat . . . all exotic and whatnot!
    Titties bouncing like Bo Derek in slow mo ;~}
    Pussy smellin’ like pineapples!
    I just couldn’t resist!
    She was gonna learn about this diiick!
    I’ll write, I’ll write, I’ll wriiiite!

    But seriously, I never understood why at that moment it was okay, but any other times it just doesn’t fly? I guess we should’ve had a code word! Annyway . . . Thanks You for the inspiration Sir Alexander, Sir! I forgot that I can TYPE some of the crowded thoughts down in a few lines! And I’ve been bitching about not having a notebook? Ha!

    October 18, 2011 at 2:39 pm

    • Thats what I’m saying D, we are your notebook. ha. I was feeling this one and I do understand.

      David

      October 18, 2011 at 2:47 pm

  17. Excellent Excellent pens everyone….Kudos to you all

    Make Room for Peace
    Crowed to capacity
    As thoughts of my past intervene
    Fighting with the new me
    Shaping me into my own enemy
    Sometimes I’m afraid to close my eyes
    For fear of facing the lies…(or truth)
    Don’t want to be left in solitude with my mind
    Afraid of what I may find
    Trying hard not to corrupt my soul
    Listening for the voice to tell me which way to go
    I gotta let go of these atrocious views
    My sanity is something I can’t afford to lose
    I have too many people depending on me
    And faking it to make it, I just don’t see
    So I head to my source, the book that knows it all
    The one that tells me even a righteous man falls
    Only to rise again, to shake off defeat
    So I read further and find out there’s a greater He who resides in me
    Destined to give me a mind of peace
    Praying against the warring inside of me
    Slicing through those crowed thoughts
    Thankful for the peace my savior has brought
    ~QueenOfExpression~

    October 18, 2011 at 3:58 pm

    • “Trying hard not to corrupt my soul..” Damn that’s hot. Great poem. Thanks for swingin by.

      David

      October 18, 2011 at 4:01 pm

  18. Crowded thoughts squeezing whats left of my sanity
    Trying to hold to the fragments that still make sense. No matter how sparse they are.
    Scurrying away as new bunny babes scared from a wolf.
    turning to dust blown away in the storm that rushes in with no direction atall.
    Spreading as dis (ease) thorough every space in my head.
    Pounding along uncaring of the pain it presses its permanent imprints. Leaving no place untouched.
    Puppeting each and every limb that used to be mine, pulled as each word flings around each on its very own mission.
    Finding their way to my vocals pushing words forth through my mouth screaming profanities.
    Such violent forces pushing forth motivated with rage, leaving me to paralysis strength completely drained. Unable to move. Unable to speak.
    Total confusion hinders any remains of rational.
    Torturing my memories twisting them into scary fairy tales. With evil witches casting spells and evil flying monkeys leaving bite marks upon my flesh
    Torturing my memories making me forget whats good about those of whom I love
    forget the good thats lingering inside of me.
    poisoning me with anger. Leaving my insides to rot…
    Just willing the voices to stop crowding my thought, begging then to get in order in a single file line.
    Waiting patiently like we were taught in school to wait their turn.
    To stop spinning inside, leaving me dizzy to fall upon my knees.
    Pleading for the crowded thoughts to fall silent
    only to become evil and hate-full, as the world in which I live has become.
    My crowded thoughts are a product of my environment screaming without care for others all around, eating the rot that has taken over humility.
    The future of our humanity is flooded with crowded thoughts motivated by selfish intent.

    October 18, 2011 at 11:38 pm

    • “To stop spinning, leaving me dizzy to fall upon my knees.” Yes, yes, I’m feeling this.

      David

      October 19, 2011 at 12:34 am

  19. Donna la Chula

    In my mind I hold a vigil
    lit with exactly one million mics
    because these days my voice is endless
    I send irate prayers in dos lenguas
    so whichever God responds mas rapida
    is my Allah
    I know this is wrong but in each moment
    it is astoundimg how much pain fills my head
    how heavy the soles of the shoes I tread.
    I want to eradicate the fear, the fright, the scare
    How much longer must I reside there?
    In that place between negativity and posterior kissin’
    my job more aimless than aim high
    my fam so many secrets the blue ones aint got shit on us
    The questions that can never be answered is why?
    Like why is why and why is why always the topic?
    Why is why always crowding my space?
    My thoughts are watery flowing freely somedays frozen in chunks
    I need a mental laxative so I can just let got of this shit…

    October 21, 2011 at 6:12 pm

    • This was one of my fav pieces. “because these days my voice is endless/I send irate prayers in dos lenguas”. So powerful and so much meaning. Bravo. Welcome to the LAB

      David

      October 22, 2011 at 6:15 am

  20. Dear Che,
    I apologize for it taking me so long to read this I got caught up at school and finals…
    I voe this and I can relate all to well

    October 22, 2011 at 8:29 am

  21. So many thoughts racing through my head releasing them selves unknowingly so fast that I sing them out loud
    letting my voice echo carrying the thoughts through the crowd.
    I can’t escape this deep mental evasion rhyming words and lyrics flow like I’m my own one woman show
    feeling the beats in my heart using the rhythm to dictate the flow. Watching bopping heads get the groove
    as I wreck it. Not able to remember a thing that was said because the thought escaped from my head

    October 22, 2011 at 8:38 am

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