The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

Days Go By

Remember, the concept of this blog is to watch the video and give your interpretation of what you see, hear and what you feel. PG did such a wonderful job with this one and I can’t wait to see what you do with it.

We welcome Poetic Genius to the LAB (again). He has been a Lyrical Assassins from the get and always finds a way to kill the write.

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31 responses

  1. You just wrote a great song here Chris. This is just magical and sums up so very well the pic of the lone Mic. Enjoyed this one very much.

    December 15, 2011 at 12:08 am

    • Thanks my lady =) so glad you dig it

      December 16, 2011 at 6:19 am

    • MizzFab

      this is awesome chris!!!!!!!

      December 16, 2011 at 6:20 am

  2. shantell cooper

    I was Born With my Eyes Wide Shut, Maybe That will Explain My Bouts With Luck… Fallen Treasures are Out of my Reach, I shoulda held Tighter To My Personal Keeps… Days Gone By As I Count the Days, Precious Moments Shift into Forbidden Ways->My Mind Is Mobile But My Heart Is Enslaved…
    Days Gone By! Days Gone By! I think Of that Situation And I Begin To Cry… BUT sometimes Things Are Not How They Seem, I Woulda walked Away But I Had to Come Clean…. Do You Think Of Me when Your Breathing, WHEN You Close Your Eyes Is it My smile YOUR Seeing… I will Always Love You I Anit Gone Lie, But these MEMORIES Haunt Me AS DAYS GO BY….

    December 15, 2011 at 1:45 am

    • WOW! This is absolutely lovely Shantell. You put it all in a nutshell. Love it!

      December 15, 2011 at 1:55 am

    • I felt the emotions in this one Shantell. Bravo.

      David

      December 15, 2011 at 7:05 am

    • MizzFab

      outstanding shantell

      December 16, 2011 at 6:20 am

    • Damn I really felt this one Shantell, I know the feeling all too well. This one hit me hard. Dig it

      December 16, 2011 at 6:46 am

  3. Days go by

    Your heart bursting with love for her
    Your mind’s engraved her… face
    I watch you dance once more for her
    Your eyes search every place

    I wish you would forget her
    And her love which was unsure
    My heart skips beats…racing for you
    As a greyhound with a lure

    Days go by till I stand here… watching
    You dance as if processed
    Your mind focused upon only her
    Love in your moves confessed

    Again watching you walk away
    Without giving me one glance
    Twelve more long months I’ll wait for you
    Days go by till you come to dance

    Keep saying I’ll move on… forget
    Take charge of my destiny
    But your face tattooed upon my soul
    Drowns my heart in restless seas

    Practicing my new found dancing skills
    Next time I’ll strut my stuff
    Your eyes will then focus on me
    Pray my love will be… enough

    Frankie

    December 15, 2011 at 1:57 am

    • I love the perspective you took and the way you went in on this Frankie. Nicely penned.

      David

      December 15, 2011 at 7:02 am

      • Thanks David.

        December 15, 2011 at 7:10 am

    • MizzFab

      i love this piece

      December 16, 2011 at 6:21 am

    • I love your take on this my lady!, well done =)

      December 16, 2011 at 7:10 am

  4. Maybe Tomorrow
    By David Cardenas

    “Grandma, tell us about your one true love again… pleeeeease…”

    Well, it was just me and him, we used to sit on the park bench
    Intertwined in love, that’s how our hearts bent
    Afterwards we would go grab a bit to eat
    And talk about our future and fight the heat

    Our eyes so deep, I knew I’d never find another him
    And I would sink in the deep end where lovers swim
    But one day when we were talking, I tried to speak
    But he didn’t hear me; he was seduced by a beat

    He was mesmerized by her and didn’t hear a word I said
    The way he danced for her, it was as if I were dead
    So I left, yes I slowly back out of his life
    He didn’t even notice, I tell ya, that boy was not right

    But ohhh, how I miss him and love him so much it hurts
    Now a days, I pass that old eatery only in spurts
    Thinking one day, I’ll see him dancing again
    But don’t mind me babies, this is just an old lady talking in the wind

    He probably don’t even remember me anyhow, people just move on
    Who knows anyway, he’s probably dead and gone
    Tomorrow would have been twenty years sine I last saw his face
    Maybe tomorrow I’ll swing by that ole place

    Maybe tomorrow…

    December 15, 2011 at 7:58 am

    • AH! this is just adorable David. A great story to go with the pictures. I love it!

      December 15, 2011 at 11:29 pm

      • Thanks Frankie, I wanted to go in a different direction.

        David

        December 16, 2011 at 4:32 am

    • MizzFab

      great job d

      December 16, 2011 at 6:22 am

      • Thanks Leslie. I appreciate the love and support.

        David

        December 16, 2011 at 6:51 am

    • Love how you did this one man, very original, different way to take this, I dig it

      December 16, 2011 at 7:36 am

      • It makes you really wonder what happened to the girl… Why did she really leave… Why did she never return…. I made a run at it. lol

        Thanks for the love

        David

        December 18, 2011 at 5:48 am

  5. MizzFab

    Cursed

    I wake up the same way i did yesterday
    the same way i did two weeks ago
    and the very same way i woke up two months ago
    Yet all the wishing can’t bring you back to the other side
    The other side of the table
    The other side of the couch
    The other side of the bed
    The other side of the phone
    I still swear I see you though
    Blink and you vanish into thin air
    I still swear I feel you
    As if your left your skin on my fingertips the last time we touched
    The residue of your lips are on mine
    I swear you are still
    In my every memory
    In the coffee
    The boring routines
    I even set a plate for you
    but you don’t arrive for dinner
    Yet I wait for you
    Wait for you to walk through the door
    To scream at me and tell me to start living again
    Break down the damn door
    And come running in with a defibrillator
    Reviving me
    Stuck in dellusions
    I continue courting your ghost
    Allowing your absent presence to effect my psyche
    And let the walls suffocate me again
    And the damn clock ticks
    Telling me that time is passing so slowly
    Cause I swear you just walked out
    But I know its been 3 months of unending torture
    Wishing you back in the picture
    To the other end of happiness
    Yet your long gone
    Vanishing
    Your ghosts take part of me
    As they vanish in the wind
    And I am left to deal with myself
    Alone Crawling up the walls
    Talking to myself
    Going around in circles
    Trying to resurect
    What is clearly dead
    Hanging on to what is not worth hanging onto no longer
    I still smell your aroma on everything
    Knowing you aren’t really there
    But basking in your invisible glory
    Cursed
    Forsaken
    And all I can think of is you……….

    December 16, 2011 at 6:40 am

    • This is deep MizzFab. I love it.

      David

      December 16, 2011 at 6:51 am

    • GOT DAMN MIZZFAB!, my fav of yours ever, you gotta write more love pieces, wow!, my kinda write it’s brilliant

      December 16, 2011 at 7:41 am

  6. Jen

    Days Bled Together

    Seems so far off now,
    Yesterday, today, tomorrow
    All the days bled together into a dance of missteps
    I keep moving in circles leading me no place but back
    To the day dreaming fade that keeps
    You in the forefront wrapped around my lobes
    Ripping out heart strings and
    Squeezing out the hope you’ll ever be there
    with the last discordant shuffle of my feet.

    Twisting flesh and bones around your memory
    Bringing me to my knees again,
    Exposed to strangers
    That all seem to know some version of my pain
    But none of that matters,
    I’ll whittle away my years and tape up
    These broken soles of regret
    Just for the chance to crumble at your feet

    Even as gray stains start creeping over my skin
    I’ll go there again, over and over,
    Open up these wounds and pour
    Myself out for the masses,
    With their Shunning, pity and disdain
    Anything for you…
    I should have done anything for you.

    C- Jen off the cuff 2011

    December 17, 2011 at 2:41 am

    • Very powerful, Jen. I loved the dance.

      David

      December 18, 2011 at 5:51 am

  7. Chrissy

    Awe I did not know this was still here, that was beautiful dear Chris, wonderful job many kudos my friend

    December 17, 2011 at 5:51 am

  8. Seems so far off now,
    Yesterday, today, tomorrow
    All the days bled together into a dance of missteps

    damn that first part is crucial Jen, but this whole piece truly hits hard, I love the language of this piece as well as the emotion. well done

    December 17, 2011 at 7:54 am

    • Jen

      Thanks PG, was a fun one to ink 🙂

      December 18, 2011 at 12:44 am

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