The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

The Ugly Mirror of Truth

So many time we look out in the world and see only what the scales over our eyes allow us to see. What happens when you actually wake up and see the truth. That is this weeks topic, “The Ugly Mirror of Truth.

Hosting this week is Roxy Dixon aka Poetically Captured. Although, Roxy is young, she has lived and experienced life that only a few have. Her perspective and pose are written with a raw, gritty and honest approach.

80 responses

  1. Roxy, I really love this poem. It borders on genius and I really mean this. Very profound and so much raw emotions in this one. You pushed it, gambled and in the end, I believe you won!!!!!

    Awesome.

    David

    July 23, 2011 at 6:10 pm

  2. I Am The Monster
    By D-Cipher

    I stare into the mirror and say to myself, “It’s all okay”
    Then I look a little closer and see the fall and decay
    Last night, well…, I killed six men and two women
    My eyes get heavy and my thoughts start swimming

    I have robbed countless homes and smothered dreams
    Injected heroin in me and devised devilish schemes
    Rolled blunts, popped pills, sniffed coke and sold crack
    Infected minds, bodies and souls; I laugh as I hold gatts

    My very face has taught young Gee’s how to hustle
    I have strong armed the week with my raw and gritty muscles
    I have taught your daughters how to “ho” themselves out
    I have put guns up to brains and said, “Blow yourself out”

    Unspeakable acts on minors, preying on the elderly
    Drive-bys, perversion, pick pocketing and robbery
    Kidnapping, extortion, torture, arson and even rape
    These are what I eat for breakfast and pile on my plate

    I have also inspired and my face has promoted change
    Many have left me, determined to rearrange the game
    But nobody and I mean nobody ever tried to play me
    If they did, they would regret it and I don’t mean maybe

    I have changed mentalities, created monsters and leaders
    I have sat down with multimillionaires and bottom feeders
    And I did it all without even missing a single beat
    I can not and will not change – EVER, for I am the Streets

    I break the mirror, but it appears I am still the same…

    July 23, 2011 at 6:13 pm

    • Poetic Devotion

      Wow D Cipher……wonderfully scribed….Deep Be Spoken n bleed

      July 23, 2011 at 10:27 pm

      • I appreciate the love Poetic Devotion. Mad respect right back at cha.

        D

        July 24, 2011 at 7:55 am

    • you even kicked the mirror’s ass. powerfully deep ink!

      July 24, 2011 at 2:39 pm

    • The monster in me is an anarchist! Nice write Bro!

      July 24, 2011 at 5:00 pm

    • blackphoenix75

      YO Ciph! OMG! That joint is HOT!

      July 24, 2011 at 8:00 pm

  3. I can not and will not change – EVER, for I am the Streets…..That echoed internally .. def respect wat dis piece envelopes! ..good shit D!! lol.. and Thank u for ur comment awwwwwww!!!!!!!! ..

    July 23, 2011 at 7:09 pm

    • Say Roxy, you know I do what I do.

      Thanks for hosting.

      D

      July 24, 2011 at 7:55 am

  4. kooda bang

    WOW…i REALLY lyk ths pixie…fav line: “my soul is homesikk”

    July 23, 2011 at 8:17 pm

    • thats my fav line too… i was stuck on that line for a min.. LOVE U LOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      July 24, 2011 at 8:07 pm

  5. Poetic Devotion

    My goodnes Roxy..this piece is deep..so much truth..the way u placed ur lines..wow the ugly truth..Be Spoken…..I do miss ur ink..

    July 23, 2011 at 8:40 pm

    • Thanks PD.. ‘ppreciate ya!!!! fina get ready to read urs…n yes im a lil late lol.

      July 24, 2011 at 8:08 pm

  6. Poetic Devotion

     It started way before I can remember
    So I will start were I can remember
    At 15 innocence was stripped
    From me
    My Immediate doesn’t
    Know about this horrific story
    So without being so gory
    I give God the Glory
    That I am no longer victimized
    Yet the “scar remains”
    My image I see will never be the same
     
    So  I …
    Talk and I Write and
    I Write and I talk
     
    So my words don’t get stuck
    Creating a mental block
    Expressing my desires
    While dismissing every liar
    Pointing out Pedophiles
    Unveiling hidden files
    No longer afraid to
    Share my trails
    Since I have walked for miles
    With a mask and fake smiles
     
    I refuse to see a Psychiatrist
    So they can diagnose
    Me with Depression
    And hand me a prescription for
    Medication
    During the inflation
    They are being paid for my pain
    Keeping me insane
    And addicted to the legal drug
    Game
    Such a shame
     
    So  I …
    Talk and I Write and
    I Write and I talk
     
    At the end there’s no true success
    When financial issues got Americans
    Bombing their own banks like terrorist
     
    Even now foreclosed homes
    Don’t sell on short market
    But the banks still finds way to pocket
     
    From the long unemployment lines
    Or the food lines where food is limited
    Wonder why so many are tempted
    To rob from their own children
     
    Food stamps are sold for a penny less
    Than the silver or gold
    Can’t get a loaf a bread from the convenient store
    But look at the sales on the poor
    1 wealthy to the 10 scored
    The daily news sells top headlines
    For community facing poverty
    Sad stories are a hot commodity
     
    So  I …
    Talk and I Write and
    I Write and I talk
     
    Mothers killing their babies
    Using microwaves is crazy
    Bagging their children
    Having amnesia
    Never being charged
    No justice for that baby’s life lost
    Maybe the law should add a hidden clause
    So these poor excuses for moms can be locked behind bars
    Only for my ink to clog
    Reflection of me
    Silences is discreet
    I retreat
    Screaming where will future be
    If it is only me who speaks
    So I drop my red pen and pick up my blue
    And begin to scribe for the world
     
    So  I …
    Talk and I Write and I Write and I talk

    This for me its the naked truth…..

    July 23, 2011 at 8:52 pm

    • This is beautifully written. You speak the truth, shattering the mirror and the image they have placed in front to hide it.

      Thanks for blessing us.

      David

      July 23, 2011 at 10:19 pm

    • always on point, poetic devotion! your truth sets you free and has captured me as well. deepness! xo

      July 24, 2011 at 2:44 pm

    • blackphoenix75

      PD, Its an honor seeing your powerful flow once more! Luv it

      July 24, 2011 at 7:59 pm

    • WHEW i fuckin love it!! .. “talk and i write andi write and i talk”…so you!. thanks for comin thru luvz

      July 24, 2011 at 8:11 pm

  7. Intoxicated Demon

    I see you
    You don’t think that I’m watching
    And there she is wantingng
    Hinting . . . stalking
    Wanting for a brief moment in time
    To be mine . . .
    Don’t do it!
    Even though she’s foreign to your movements
    You’d know it!
    Wouldn’t feel good if you . . .
    Woke up next to . . .
    Just another
    Wouldn’t really give her
    The proper respect for
    You bed her drunken
    Both standards and inhibitions lowered
    Caught in the moment
    Intoxicated
    Wishing you’d never initiated . . .
    Drunken conversation
    Inhibitions lowered
    Been such a long time
    Peer pressure growing
    “You can get it”
    Voices yelling “Run away”
    Loins yelling “It’s on you”
    Mind telling me “No!
    Forget the follow throug!
    You’ve given not an inkling
    What you want to feel is deeper than . . .
    What this Intoxicated Demon is yearning
    And you know you want the end of the road!

    July 24, 2011 at 3:02 am

    • Man, I have been on this road before. I love the thought process you took us on. Great write and Welcome back to the LAB.

      David

      July 24, 2011 at 4:22 am

      • Thanks Homie. I promise I could barely see the keys when I put this down. Glad to be back..

        July 24, 2011 at 4:50 pm

    • yep yep. this is sure the truth. great ink!

      July 24, 2011 at 2:48 pm

    • blackphoenix75

      Damon, I love it. Major Flow game on this one

      July 24, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    • ohhh Damon my teddy bear..so u did come thru a lil typsy huh?! lol.. i can dig it!!! ..always sucha lover

      July 24, 2011 at 8:12 pm

      • Told ya! I almost didn’t realize what I was typing! Intoxication = Truth syrum & courage juice and a funky good time! But I had fun, and so glad the L.A.B. is back!

        July 25, 2011 at 1:50 am

  8. Ayyo RoXy And D Great Flows Wow Damn…

    July 24, 2011 at 3:43 am

    • Appreciate it Bel. I can’t wait for you to come through and do what you do.

      David

      July 24, 2011 at 4:22 am

    • Bell Roc!..ever tell u i liked that name? sounds like a hip hop joint for sum reason.. lol.. anyway.. THANK YA!!

      July 24, 2011 at 8:13 pm

  9. +ima flow to it thanks yall realt

    July 24, 2011 at 3:44 am

  10. +The Free Write Union County Blues Volume Five

    The Ugly Mirror Of Truth

    The Ugly And The Lovely

    The Wrath Of A October Monster

    I’m Never In Love

    With So Much Beautiful

    Attention Because

    When The Beautiful Love

    Comes To The End

    I Won’t Miss Nothing Beautiful

    That Was Very Balance To Me,

    I Don’t Need A Deadly Fame I Want

    The Immortal Paper To Money

    Some Thing That

    No Man Or Ugly Machine

    Can Never Destroy The October

    Monster Happyness To Life,

    Success Is A Blessing

    The Failur To Success

    Is A True Blessing Too

    So Please Don’t Get

    One Ugly Thing Twisted

    With A Beautiful Fantasy,

    I Fear No Broken

    Ugly Mirror Of Truth

    I See No Blur

    I Feel Some Clear

    Some Friends Are Doing Funny Things

    So I’m Enjoying Some Ugly

    Laughter To The Best Of Them ,

    Trying To Keep My

    My Emotions Untouchable

    From Trouble Grounds

    It Don’t Matter How Much I Keep

    My Head Right Above Beauty

    My Standard Short Legs Are

    Still Attach To The Ugly

    Grounds That Sit Among Me

    Uh Huh Yup Damn :-L

    INSPIRED BY RoXy Poetic Capture

    July 24, 2011 at 4:41 am

    • You have a way with words Bel. I love the meaning in this joint. Thanks for coming through and fellowshiping with us.

      David

      July 24, 2011 at 5:49 am

    • blackphoenix75

      YESSIR BEL!! You always come through droppin bombs

      July 24, 2011 at 7:56 pm

    • Trying To Keep My

      My Emotions Untouchable

      From Trouble Grounds

      It Don’t Matter How Much I Keep

      My Head Right Above Beauty

      My Standard Short Legs Are

      Still Attach To The Ugly
      ……

      Damn Roc… thats solid!

      July 24, 2011 at 8:15 pm

    • that was cool as hell, bell! xo

      July 24, 2011 at 11:36 pm

  11. imperfekt reflektion

    i’ve often looked into the glass
    and wondered who was looking back
    in my reflektion i see a woman
    on nights when pillow did attack
    bad hair, drool stains, mascara running madly
    i stretch and yawn, put hands on sink
    and then begin to think sadly
    “i wonder what my friends would say
    if they saw me at this moment
    would they stop and scream or walk away
    and leave me with such torment?”
    to all i nod most knowingly
    and think it’s quite absurd
    to think a person’s outside is best
    and disregard the things inward
    to me, beauty comes from deep within
    a perfektion to be searched for
    outside layers of skin so smooth
    can fool the most discerning connoisseur

    (c) 23 july 2011 revised ~ Marsha Nelson

    July 24, 2011 at 7:12 am

    • Very nice take on the topic Marsha. I love the message and the honesty in it. Thanks for coming out and killing it.

      David

      July 24, 2011 at 7:53 am

    • blackphoenix75

      OH MY Marsha, your words expresses a deepness of self awareness.

      July 24, 2011 at 7:55 pm

    • beauty comes from deep within
      a perfektion to be searched for
      outside layers of skin so smooth
      can fool the most discerning connoisseur

      Marsha!!! Marsha!!! .. beauties in the eyes …but only if u can see without… you killed this!

      July 24, 2011 at 8:17 pm

  12. carmela

    blatent but poetic…your poetry penetrates my soul and is truly capturing

    July 24, 2011 at 10:19 am

    • me loves u lots silly lady!

      July 24, 2011 at 8:17 pm

  13. mad props, roxy. u really let ur ink flow!!! wow. xo

    July 24, 2011 at 2:23 pm

    • Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!

      July 24, 2011 at 8:18 pm

  14. blackphoenix75

    EMA BEMA! That is AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING!! Wow makes me so weary of myself

    July 24, 2011 at 7:54 pm

    • *hugs you but steps back*… hey hey hey… *looking around*.. wheres ur piece??!

      July 24, 2011 at 8:19 pm

      • blackphoenix75

        it’s posted.. I was working and reading…

        July 25, 2011 at 5:10 pm

  15. amazing everybody….wow……kudos kudos kudos…..

    July 24, 2011 at 11:04 pm

  16. Blacke Rose

    The Ugly Mirror Of Truth

    As I reflect upon my reflection within this “Ugly Mirror Of Truth”
    I am left with the impression that I too have some screws loose
    Grouped within the swoop of a illogical presence of essence
    Reality is insanity gift wrapped in every subliminal message
    So I question its validity in my city boys mentality
    Because is it this reality that drains me or is it simply my lost vitality

    Leaving me cloudy

    And that’s when the rain comes
    Just when I thought I was sane some
    Knowing I’m one that blames none
    Its all up to me to gain one
    Then..
    Maybe a tear or two begins to run
    As I ponder..
    Our sometimes somber existence
    Talking it over with myself because only self agrees to listen
    But is it the absolute or the absurd that causes us to swerve
    So I dabble in spoken word because I must purge
    Whenever I have the urge
    Or when something has curbed my enthusiasm
    I attempt to corral the thoughts I fathom
    So when I move it moves in tandem
    Because..
    As the anthem of the day plays its ridiculous tune
    I watch those who march to the rhythm march towards their doom
    And..
    When I reflect upon my reflection within this “Ugly Mirror Of Truth”
    I am left with the impression that I too have some screws loose

    (C) July 2011
    From The Scrolls Of Blacke Rose

    July 24, 2011 at 11:50 pm

    • As I reflect upon my reflection within this “Ugly Mirror Of Truth”
      I am left with the impression that I too have some screws loose
      Grouped within the swoop of a illogical presence of essence
      Reality is insanity gift wrapped in every subliminal message
      So I question its validity in my city boys mentality
      Because is it this reality that drains me or is it simply my lost vitality

      . . . . Hooked me! Gr8 piece!

      July 25, 2011 at 1:58 am

      • Blacke Rose

        Thanks comrade

        July 25, 2011 at 2:03 am

    • Man, I’m really feeling the flow and the message of this one, Blacke Rose. This poem is a mirrored reflection of my life. Wonderfully done.

      David

      July 25, 2011 at 6:20 am

    • blackphoenix75

      Your Opening verse drags people in… Loving it my friend

      July 25, 2011 at 5:09 pm

  17. ahhh Blacke Rose.. And that’s when the rain comes
    Just when I thought I was sane some
    Knowing I’m one that blames none
    Its all up to me to gain one
    Then..
    Maybe a tear or two begins to run
    ………………………………………………………most definitely feeling this …most definitely know this…

    July 25, 2011 at 12:23 am

    • Blacke Rose

      Its all love Roxy. i appreciate the invite.

      July 25, 2011 at 12:27 am

  18. The Glass of Truth
    A pretty face with luscious lips
    is all I see look at me. Curious eyes
    and a fake smile, hiding from reality.
    So I step to the glass of truth, can’t run
    from what is seen. The sockets send you
    speeding to a soul that longs to be clean.
    Dehumanized by truthful lies told
    by lips of love. Sentenced to a cage of
    hate by pureness of a white dove.
    Innocence robbed by bloodline ties,
    confusing feelings of trust. Fingertips
    that feel like silk can’t determine
    love from lust. Added age and
    many changes, friends and foes
    the same. Coping by forming
    death driven habits losing all
    thoughts that are sane. Determined
    to find a solution, I went to the
    glass of truth again. For the first
    time I saw the cracks which
    caused all the pain. It was a
    disfigured me, longing to
    get rid of all the pain. So I released
    it all, and put a new mirror upon
    the wall. I sing to it daily…
    “mirror, mirror on the wall
    who is the fairest of them all”?
    To my surprise the mirror
    said, “ why you are my fair lady”!

    Expressions from QOE…remember poetry is reading in between dotted lines….and outside them too…..

    July 25, 2011 at 12:26 am

    • Dehumanized by truthful lies told
      by lips of love. Sentenced to a cage of
      hate by pureness of a white dove.
      Innocence robbed by bloodline ties,
      confusing feelings of trust. Fingertips
      that feel like silk can’t determine
      love from lust.

      …..Deep. Nice write!

      July 25, 2011 at 2:01 am

    • Wonderfully written. I love the ending. Very powerful and motivating.

      David

      July 25, 2011 at 6:14 am

    • blackphoenix75

      QOE… OMG…You Love this piece

      July 25, 2011 at 5:07 pm

  19. (BELL ROC)-“Ugly Mirror Of Truth…I See No Blur..I Feel Some Clear.”
    (D-Cipher)- “I can not and will not change – EVER, for I am the Streets.”
    (PD) -……….”So I …Talk and I Write and I Write and I talk.”
    (DAMON) …”Both standards and inhibitions lowered ..Caught in the moment.”
    (MARSHA)….”scream or walk away and leave me with such torment.”
    (BLACK ROSE)- “And that’s when the rain comes…Just when I thought I was sane some.”
    (JAZZY QUEEN) – “The sockets send you…speeding to a soul that longs to be clean….Dehumanized by truthful lies told…by lips of love. Sentenced to a cage of…hate.
    (PC)- and locked with memories you outlive
    only to find fragments of who you are in them…
    and sentenced with a period at the end..
    Funny how it takes death …to begin………

    July 25, 2011 at 12:27 am

    • Blacke Rose

      Wow.. Multiple thoughts merged into one complete thought. Incredible..!!

      July 25, 2011 at 12:30 am

      • me wishin the world was like that …. me thankin yall.. for allowin it to b ..at least in pens 🙂

        July 25, 2011 at 12:36 am

    • awesomeness!!!

      July 25, 2011 at 2:25 pm

      • yes u r!!!!

        July 25, 2011 at 8:52 pm

    • blackphoenix75

      SHOW OFF!! CTHU!!

      July 25, 2011 at 5:07 pm

      • lmao. shut up!!!

        July 25, 2011 at 8:53 pm

    • talent…….;)

      July 25, 2011 at 5:30 pm

  20. lovin yall’s pieces!!! who wants to play with my pen..stop yalls shit!! lmao..

    July 25, 2011 at 12:28 am

  21. and Queen..u werent playing..that rains got you thinkin, feelin, and spillin nothin but the dam truth!

    July 25, 2011 at 12:29 am

  22. hamza

    ~ MIRROR’S VOICE’S ~

    Pathetic being, could I be?
    Only pleasing to me, it must be.
    Terrified by the eye’s reflecting at me
    Bitter truth with no advice for the journey
    Never seen me as your opinion tells
    Striving to please wife and lover’s, to no avail
    Good intentions provide no accuracy for success
    The people and the glass provide nothing but stress
    Relax with a song and shower
    Watch T.V. for a few hours
    I sleep to dream but fantasy reminds me to change
    The people, the lovers, and the glass I can’t blame
    Time to change, time to reverse the same
    I’ll select the habits that feeds back love
    Perhaps live a life I always dreamed of
    Let the people’s reactions, reflect my better habits
    Surpress the evil till my demon’s become saden’d
    A new dawn rising inside me shining through my eye’s
    The next time I see a mirror, it’s in for a big surprise
    BY HAMZA….

    July 25, 2011 at 3:45 am

    • awesome piece Hamza!!!! n nice to c u! 🙂

      July 25, 2011 at 4:44 am

    • Speaking of suprises. I tell you, I have become a fan of your work AGAIN. I love this new attitude and flow you’ve been dropping. Thanks for blessing us with this piece.

      David

      July 25, 2011 at 6:17 am

    • blackphoenix75

      Love it Cuzzo

      July 25, 2011 at 5:05 pm

  23. blackphoenix75

    DILAPIDATED MIRRORS

    I stand before this mirror;
    One eighth of half the man I used to be.
    And as I continue to look
    I can see the cracks, in my character.
    Cracks, Reflecting on a fake smile,
    A fake laugh,
    A fake hope,
    Looking at the fake me.
    I want to FUCKING BREAK THIS GLASS!!
    But I cant,
    Its only a reflection of the truth.
    No more happy memories,
    I am no longer a child.
    Like..I remember when I use to run free,
    Run like no one could catch me.
    When I was young
    I was the Flash,
    Swift and fearless.
    Now!
    I’m Just careless!
    Heart thrown to the wolves,
    Hands thrown in the sky,
    I GIVE UP!!
    FUCK THE MAN IN THE MIRROR!!
    i am no longer that guy
    I am anger
    Untamed nerves
    Aggression
    Depression
    Recession
    Falling into to the recess of my soul
    At times I know I have lost,
    Control?
    I never knew what that was meant to be
    You see……
    I stand before this mirror;
    One eighth of half the man I used to be

    July 25, 2011 at 5:04 pm

    • Wow BP. You are late with this joint, but it was weeeeell worth it. There is so much depth conjured up in your every word. I am inspired to write. I’ll be back.

      David

      July 25, 2011 at 8:01 pm

      • blackphoenix75

        Thanks Much Ciph!! I really was feeling the topic, and PC set it off

        July 25, 2011 at 8:05 pm

      • RIGHT D!..smh. @ ur lateness and u come back wit a great spin so i cant even b mad at u lol.. WOO WOO for emo!!! ..

        July 25, 2011 at 8:57 pm

  24. just finished reading everyone’s ink spill……loved it…..man we have some creative minds…..thats a blessing…. thanks for all my comments….

    July 25, 2011 at 5:28 pm

  25. This joint was submitted to my by Wil Outsider Torres. He used the internet on his phone and can not post.

    the ugly mirror of truth
    by wise1poet

    everytime i look at you
    hatred boils from deep inside
    anger rises i just cant hide
    i look in your eyes
    i just crumble
    youre not who i thought you were
    i used to smile when i saw you
    you were who i wanted to be
    when i looked at you
    i saw the person i wanted to be
    standing up for whats yours
    never giving up
    love and admiration
    you were strong
    so strong now you are a shell of your former self
    i dont know really when it happened
    when you lost it really
    why you cant fix it
    i see the pain in your eyes
    the tears falling
    i just want you to wake up to who you really are
    who you are supposed to be
    stop being so angry
    time to wake up and move on
    look at me as i look at you
    through this ugly mirror of truth

    July 26, 2011 at 8:40 am

    • Wow, this is hot. I love that you put everything you got and drop it on paper. It’s real

      David

      July 27, 2011 at 4:54 am

  26. Freestyle ain’t free…it cost to rep this realm…no matter what your gift…there’s a bounty on the helm…physical plane…temporary gain…sunshine or rain…both leave a stain!!! time is an illusion…procrastination leaves contusions…broken hearts fight off intrusions…misguided souls will reap delusions…but death is no conclusion. I’m not a mystic…just a believer…beyond the veil…there’s no deceiver…energy never dies…transforms to your will…I breathe in Da Real…extending my pen to Sir Gill…televised in disguise…the Revolution shall always Rise…(Rise) like a Phoenix…not talkin bout Arizona…on the horizon i’ve always shone…like the corona…the styles aren’t free…like I said…instead…it takes souls to keep our pens fed…the collateral damage is incidental…when war draws blood…like Gettysburg on her menstrual cycle…like the Tour de France spit venom like the fer-de Lance…the supplier of riot words to chant…my tribe knows theres no such word as can’t…last time we marched we overcame…kick ass now then take names…life is a highway…stay in ya lane…pump ya brakes…i shoot first..no pump fakes…thump like Earth quakes…til it’s ashes to ashes/dirt nap/til the return to the earth wakes…me

    October 16, 2011 at 5:13 pm

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