The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry


Welcome one and all to the Visual Circus.  To break from the norm, the goal of the Visual Circus is to have you listen and watch a video or use a picture and write, using the emotions the audio or visual gave you.  We used this in our old home on myspace and we have been waiting for the right time to bring it back. So we did it with an echo….

Happy writing

David Cardenas
LAB Administrator


65 responses

  1. Very nice write BP. Way to start this off. I only wish there was a video for this song…


    September 28, 2011 at 4:01 pm

    • Thanks Ciph, You know this brings a psychopathic thought process to me… well, i guess so does peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.. OH WELL… LETS GET IT!!

      September 28, 2011 at 5:28 pm

  2. Echo
    This explosion starts in the front of my mind and echo’s in the back
    I’m having a heart attack, it’ hard to react when you’re leveled with the facts
    Ghost in the past holding it fast, screaming in these walls and joints
    Leaving me smashed, demons laugh, got me swallowing these hollow points
    Never did I think I would see my life go by, zip and fly in a blink of an eye
    My oh my, it stings like cries from yesteryears and dayz gone bye
    House is empty, bullets tempt me, but my soul is holding me back
    No empathy or sympathy is enough, so I’m holding tight upon this gatt
    Too many memories, echoing, reminding me that they passed and are gone
    See, I was blind to see, that the time that we had was so strong
    And it’s hard to believe it’s over, I still feel you pulling my sleeve and shoulder
    Saying you believe, such a tragedy, now you say, “leave” and your colder
    So I’m staring at this empty room and it feels like an empty tomb
    My life is over and ifs not, well, I guess it will be soon
    Gun to my head, “I’m done” is what I said, but my soul told me to let go
    It’s over with, I feel I’m dead, clicked back, then BOOM, my soul was just an echo
    It was just an echo

    September 28, 2011 at 4:02 pm

    • wow d … just fukn wow.

      September 28, 2011 at 5:57 pm

      • Thanks Marsha, I appreciate it.


        September 29, 2011 at 12:46 am

    • Yes sir Ciph, I’m with Roxy.. that line is a major thought provoker…

      September 28, 2011 at 6:05 pm

      • Thanks brother, I just wanted to vibe off the songs hook.



        September 29, 2011 at 12:45 am

    • MizzFab

      intense i love it

      September 29, 2011 at 12:32 am

      • Thanks MizzFab, I’m so happy to see you.


        September 29, 2011 at 4:03 am

  3. Whew….two of my favz started it off… Emo I lOVED ur piece its sucha solitary nightmare!… D- “staring at this empty room feels like an empty tomb” it actually reminded me of eminem and dre’s guilty conscience …i DIG!!!!!!!!!!

    September 28, 2011 at 4:24 pm

    • Aww, My Ema Bema came through… cant wait to see what you do. Thank you Eam…..<3

      September 28, 2011 at 6:04 pm

    • You should have a guilty conscience. lol. Thanks, You know Em is one of my fav lyricists.


      September 29, 2011 at 12:32 am

  4. HELLO –
    Can your hear the echo?
    Mind filled with empty thoughts
    Still sitting here trying to let go
    But I’m stress so
    I feel best low
    Never wanted to live a mockery
    (but you’ve been mocking)
    Well, I guess so
    Wanna give my best flow.
    But, the flow is unforgiving
    Shed no tears for the dead
    Only the living
    The dead just sleep awaiting to rise
    While the living, live hopelessly
    Just waiting to die
    Wondering why
    The man in the sky
    Can’t bring us hope,
    If we living a lie
    I lay in my head
    To conscious that already know
    Why I’m STRESS –SING
    Sounds in my head leave no room for
    As walls around me bellow
    Mind filled with empty thoughts
    Ricocheting with

    September 28, 2011 at 5:53 pm


      September 28, 2011 at 7:41 pm

    • MizzFab

      awesome job man!!!!!!!

      September 29, 2011 at 12:33 am

    • Damn, I’m feeling this… I don’t know what happened to my comments. I posted them from my phone and when I came online, poof, all gone, like an echo. Hmmmmm


      September 29, 2011 at 4:09 am

  5. commending you phoenix … u got it in and feelin it.

    September 28, 2011 at 5:58 pm

    • …. and applause for your opening piece!

      September 28, 2011 at 6:00 pm

    • Thank you Marsh… , Come onand show us how the First Lady do it….

      September 28, 2011 at 6:06 pm

  6. a ‘vaulted piece’ …. just to start off with ….


    Standing near canyon’s menacing edge,
    Acutely aware of precarious risk
    You frolicked with me all day …
    You were there
    Then were gone
    Echo …
    You left
    Inwardly my entire life played out like a compact disc

    Perceiving the penetrating depth of the ravine below
    Deceiving yet limiting my movement
    My voice instinctively calls out your name
    Echoes only return to me, a phantom pain
    Intuitively I am parlaying organic phenomenon
    Hide and seek within the Ponderosa Pines
    Needles scratch my face as I pick up the pace
    Eyes straining to seek you with so much obscurity
    Suddenly my mind has gone demented, unbalanced
    I wish I could fly
    High above this rocky terrain, I would be an eagle, graceful in flight
    Yet you are dodging me within darkness and within light

    Standing near canyon’s menacing edge,
    Acutely aware of precarious risk
    You frolicked with me all day …
    You were there
    Then were gone
    Echo …
    You left
    Inwardly my entire life played out like a compact disc

    You should be safe from harm
    I know better than to hold out hope
    You may have fallen past that rope
    That secured us from dangerous falls
    You did not even let out a call
    The abyss knows the truth but she is not giving clues
    Said I would have to pay up, fess up, so I go on and disburse my dues
    To Mother Earth and Father Sky and Beautiful Rainbow in between
    Because a life without my shadow leaves me lonely and serene
    How did you get away so fast and disappear so unsuspecting?
    Or was it ME who lost my footing as I sit here perplexed and reflecting?
    A soul within a soul, now a shell, a shadow-less being
    I surmise my demise because it is ME that I am NOT seeing!

    Standing near canyon’s menacing edge,
    Acutely aware of precarious risk
    You frolicked with me all day …
    You were there
    Then were gone
    Echo …
    You left
    Inwardly my entire life played out like a compact disc

    As I perched upon the rim so narrow, that ledge with such a view
    Head over head I tumbled to the chasm below so fast that I thought I flew
    A bird in flight with angel wings and music playing harps and things
    A path to the heavens paved in pure white and gold
    It’s soothing, relieving, a total committal to comprehend and behold
    Before my earthly body was dashed upon the rocks in the dry wash
    Time kept slipping, sliding, gliding, and riding into the future
    Now with the truth at hand it is my soul that I can nurture
    I have been to the top of the mountain ridge and looked into a window pane
    I tried to see my reflection but all of it in vain
    A spirit bound for a higher plane no longer marred by despair
    I look back and see people staring down at my crushed body as I am walking in the air
    I am headed for salvation, thankful for my morning prayer
    The humans cannot see me, my body no longer visible
    For me and my shadow have passed the point of no return, we are no longer divisible

    Standing near canyon’s menacing edge,
    Acutely aware of precarious risk
    You frolicked with me all day …
    You were there
    Then were gone
    Echo …
    You left
    Inwardly my entire life played out like a compact disc

    © 30oct2009 Marsha Nelson

    September 28, 2011 at 6:24 pm

    • Red Dirt

      My voice instinctively calls out your name
      Echoes only return to me, a phantom pain

      Great picture!

      September 28, 2011 at 7:16 pm

    • You were there
      Then were gone
      Echo …

      that hit me hard!

      September 28, 2011 at 7:42 pm

    • MizzFab

      You were there
      Then were gone
      Echo …
      You left
      Inwardly my entire life played out like a compact disc
      love those lines marsha this is outstanding

      September 29, 2011 at 12:35 am

    • Yes, yes, Marsha this is awesome and hey, you wrote it on my birthday!!!! I love it more now. Ha

      This was beautiful.


      September 29, 2011 at 12:45 am

      • awe … 🙂 xo thanks and i see ur a scorpio just like me! watch out now! LOL

        September 29, 2011 at 12:59 am

    • To Mother Earth and Father Sky and Beautiful Rainbow in between
      Because a life without my shadow leaves me lonely and serene
      How did you get away so fast and disappear so unsuspecting?
      Or was it ME who lost my footing as I sit here perplexed and reflecting?….
      Om My WOW! This Line srikes a deep chord in my systems.
      I love the depth of this piece

      September 29, 2011 at 11:29 am

  7. Red Dirt

    Holding you is like embracing smoke
    as my outstretched mind is mourning
    and my constricted voice chokes
    with pieces of you exhaling

    Screamins reverberate as fire
    for something solid and scented
    to wrap around my heart’s desire
    nomatter how demented

    And all around me noise is white
    and felings are static and electric
    with no sense or insight
    into what is said or meant

    My spine is wet and cold
    from the pale kiss lingering
    with the taste of you old
    and gray with nothing

    Rain falls like feelings taste
    wet and cold making pools
    of oily rainbows and waste
    floats in circles like fools

    So here I stand alone and tall
    with storms hidden deep below
    the changing colors of fall
    where nature dies soft and slow

    A dormant season ahead
    where branches clatter
    neither alive or dead
    under an echoing chatter

    “Caw, Caw”, the mangy crow sings
    on a wire thin perch of hunger
    awaiting the sight of anything
    that will drown the thunder

    i dream of you in the distant smoke
    and grasp the thought of you
    and what I’ve awoke
    inside the me that’s true

    And so I return once again
    through a perfect day
    of that was when
    I lost my way

    So now I long for the wet fall’s eve
    when the crow sings his song
    “caw,caw”, and I can’t seem to leave
    a memory so wet and strong

    Fires don’t burn in the rain
    and voices can echo acros time
    your memory can clatter like pain
    through branches bare and sublime

    From here to there my thoughts echo
    but my feelings stay in my heart
    while my mind watches words flow
    and who I was is torn apart

    September 28, 2011 at 7:06 pm

    • “And all around me noise is white
      and felings are static and electric
      with no sense or insight”
      I can understand this feeling so well. Nice write Red Dirt.

      September 28, 2011 at 9:06 pm

    • Great imagery and story telling here and I was digging the ending.


      September 29, 2011 at 12:43 am

  8. Red Dirt

    Nice! Reminded me that a shadow is shade for a lonely heart.

    September 28, 2011 at 7:10 pm

  9. I fell off my mood swings
    And sprinted into a disorder
    Collected my tears until I became a hoarder
    Of emptiness that falls deep
    Into my insight til the sight hits my feet
    Causing them to retreat
    Into repeat echoes repeating offbeat
    Revealing every single gash that grows
    Fingering me perversely and leaving me exposed
    Until my ears tow
    The echoes
    That screech of my own voice
    Driven to crash and bashed into the wreckage
    Of my hearts miscarriage
    Written into the ashes I raised until words-aged
    Tired and tried until damaged
    An architected breakage..
    That never knew before the new I WAS already the perfect package ..

    September 28, 2011 at 8:05 pm

    • MizzFab

      i absolutely love your pen. great job roxy

      September 29, 2011 at 12:38 am

    • I love the word play. “I fell off my mood swings”. That is such a wonderful way to start off and it just got better as it went on.


      September 29, 2011 at 12:42 am

    • You have always been the perfect package as perfect as the words you express. Love it Ema!

      September 29, 2011 at 3:20 am

  10. MizzFab

    spinning fast
    my head
    it throbs
    and all i can hear is echoes
    people complaining
    caught up in commercialism
    yet they cant afford to keep up with the newest thing
    so they complain
    fight the government
    down with the man
    doing whatever they can
    to be heard
    stomach rumbles aren’t louder then
    poverty line grumbles
    saying prayers to get out of subsidized housing
    following the yellow brick road
    just to find there is no quick way to stack cash
    and so we keep running around in circles
    while the man laughs to drown out our echoes
    echoes on the news
    all lies to shut us up
    zombies in search for brains
    as we moan
    thinking we are actually going some where
    when we are all programmed in reverse and then don’t understand
    why we aren’t getting ahead
    i need money
    i need a job
    my family needs food
    a home
    i need
    i need
    i need
    i want
    why has god forsaken me
    in my time of need
    echoes bring our troops home
    why are we fighting
    spending more money from the poor
    were fed up
    give up
    stand as one
    fight the man
    fight anyone or anything
    just because we can
    turn our backs
    get stabbed
    vicious cycle
    never ending
    people dying
    crying out
    save me

    September 28, 2011 at 11:32 pm

    • This is very powerful. I am sure your sentiments are echoed all through out country. Wonderfully done.


      September 29, 2011 at 12:33 am

    • Man, this is hard hitting.

      September 29, 2011 at 3:23 am

    • Red Dirt

      Thanks for the highlights, the noise out there is deafening as poser’s attack the poor and beg from the rich so they can hold onto their dillusions.

      September 29, 2011 at 9:21 pm

  11. Silent Echoes
    By David Cardenas

    I am dead to her; my voices is now just an echo
    Now she screams for me with cries that bellow
    There is no tombstone, no marker to be found
    No words were said, just a ricocheting sound

    That bounces back like a bullet hitting her in the head
    Squeeze back and pull it; until we’re both dead
    But she is alive in her own mind and she searches
    For ways to revive me; she’s might be here in the circus

    Visual trying to pick me out of this large crowd
    A needle in a haystack; she’s screaming out loud
    Anxiously waiting for the freak show to arrive
    Is he dead? Am I dead? Yes… but only in her eyes

    I stand in the middle of the circle flames in hand
    And spit some vile shit that some might not understand
    She screams, “CAN’T YOU FUCKIN’ SEE ME!! LOOK, LOOK”
    But I light myself on fire until I am completely cooked

    And just like that, she sees that my death was her fault
    As the crowd claps in amazement, her screams violently halt
    Silence is vaulted until she is sitting on the bleachers alone
    And the last thing she said to me echoes and she’s forced to atone

    September 29, 2011 at 4:04 am

    • The reality of our actions sometimes ricochet off of the hearts we try to hurt. Then when we ready to repent on thing we can recompense is dirt!. Your piece express why burned bridges are impossible to rebuild… Love it Ciph.

      September 29, 2011 at 7:25 pm

    • Red Dirt

      Nice, I often thought that in some situations death is a qiet place to hang out, while the smoke clears and feelings turn gray.

      September 29, 2011 at 9:26 pm

      • this type of death is a death from a certain person. I guess you can say it wasn’t a death, it was more of a suicide. I killed myself, so she can never here my direct voice.


        September 30, 2011 at 12:25 am

  12. Red Dirt

    Middle class trolls sweating in smoke filled
    caverns labor under the eyes of greed
    and the echoes of poverty as a crime

    Bang, bang, bang the mantra incesses
    the “worker” towards seething hate
    under the fires of the master and his wallets
    filled with crying babies and drugged momma’s
    stuck in the maze of intentions that use feeings
    to ignite the fires melting minds and understanding
    into forged ideals of value with iconic slobber

    Work, work, work is all I do for me and you
    is what their told to keep the fire burning
    in the pit and the heart till eventually their one
    and the same weapon aiimed at the nearest misfortune
    to justify ignorance and scrimm the stupity of dedicating
    your life to something you grasp like smoke

    Ha, ha, ha echoes through the caverns like
    dollar signs in a mad cartoon bubble
    as the master counts his blessings and fortunes
    with the reverence of a monk on a mission
    to bliss

    And all the while the echoes drown out
    the sounds of babies bouncing of medicated
    walls of madness till they stop crying and land
    in the arms of the care provider and her script
    for success, if they play the game

    Rewards are like ropes biniding little minds
    to their place in the cog, or a hand on the wheel
    of time and place controlling destinies and days
    grinds rocks to stones, then stones to dust
    till the wind sweeps away any debris thats
    in the way

    life begins in the institution of greed with footprints
    and fingerprints to identify future visits for shots
    and shocks till the terminal visit a few floors below
    normal where you make the last dollar and your
    worth expires with your last breath, after the
    harvest has been secured in the ice chest

    And all the while some minds escape to sunlight
    outside the caverns and catacombs to fresh air
    and views that breath life into thought and oxygen
    to the brain exploding into questions of why as you
    celebrate real liberty with a walk in the light of

    September 29, 2011 at 10:26 pm

    • Nicely done. You have a broad mind.


      September 30, 2011 at 12:24 am

      • Red Dirt

        Nah, It’s the LAB, i’m like a crack addict in a pharmacy, stealing all the scripts. Love this spaec!!!

        September 30, 2011 at 1:04 am

      • Thanks Red, where are you from?


        September 30, 2011 at 5:50 am

    • This is a great piece…….

      September 30, 2011 at 11:53 am

  13. Red Dirt

    I hear the past whistling off todays tongues
    like some twisted piper in a cassock and tie
    gathering idiots in a trance for the festival fools

    This macabre dance of military steath leads
    us closer to the crusades of congress
    for the b@#$ the play to greed

    Highjackin a nation is the patient task of nobody
    for the benefit of everybody listenin to static
    over waves of ignorance espoused by recovering
    addicts replacing their drug with invisble power

    Tour your senses and ask “why” does he speak
    to the masses for dollars and diplomats who are
    sitting close by with headphones and notepads

    It’s you they want, your mind is their power
    as long as they can keep you thinking
    along their lines of communication that
    will bore a hole in your soul so they can look
    through to the next victim without being seen

    Nations don’t have faith, nor any denominational
    beliefs that seperate them for posterity
    and postion in a play for power that will swallow
    any man short of Jesus

    Christians don’t have nations or parties to celebrate
    their beliefs like commentators in the fourth
    quarter of a game they used to play

    Politicians talk around thie airwaves like
    preschool children in a playground
    running araound keeping ballons afloat

    And citizens are like those poser parents
    sitting on a massed produced bench in
    designer outfits talking on the latest cell
    phone deception not paying attention to
    the one that fell

    The magic is great when the commercial anarchist
    believes they are a national conformist and doesn’t
    know they are selling their religion with their soul,
    you gotta be impressed

    Ten commandments are tablets that voters swalloww
    like kool aide from a chrasmatic healer promising
    paradise in a polygamist love fest

    We have ears to listen, so don’t just hear
    we have eyes to see, so don’t just look
    we have a voice to speak, so don’t ust repeat
    think and be free from the prison of ignorance

    September 30, 2011 at 1:59 am

    • This is such a great line, “Ten commandments are tablets that voters swallow like kool aide from a chrasmatic healer promising paradise in a polygamist love fest”. Classic


      September 30, 2011 at 5:50 am

      • Red Dirt

        Thanks David, Too much noise out there from those idiots on the airwaves. I’m from the “Dirty South”, Georgia. Met Mike through my daughter Alex. Mike and I hung out whenever I visited. You’ll have to ask him about the free samples at the liquor store. thank for the space.

        September 30, 2011 at 12:39 pm

  14. Echoes History
    By David Cardenas

    He stood there speechless looking grounded
    As the echoes of the past quietly surrounded
    It was a lesson apparently taught in grade school
    Still he stood there looking sad and ungrateful

    It was his duty, as a leader, to know the past
    To remember the mistakes that holds us back
    Rip of the mask and expose life’s ignorance
    Understand, as a people, we all have differences

    But unfortunately he walked the exact same path
    As many did before him who did not last
    A decision he soon would ultimately regret
    As the men with the guns got their positions set

    “You’ve been charged with murder and treason
    And causing countless death without any good reason”
    Mask over his head; “You are not above the law
    God have mercy on your soul and have mercy on us all”

    The silence echoed as he began to sing…
    Our country Tis of thee, sweat land of liberty
    Of thee I sing…
    Land where our fathers dieee…

    Then silence
    No more echoes, no more regrets
    No more life, just another lesson set
    As a child reads his history book
    About a leader that misery took

    September 30, 2011 at 7:14 am

  15. Red Dirt

    Great idea. Love the last two verses. My country tis of thee, love it !!!! That was the assasins dagger!

    September 30, 2011 at 12:42 pm

    • Thanks, glad you were feeling it. I was kinda inspired by your piece.


      September 30, 2011 at 8:41 pm

  16. Red Dirt

    My feet stained red
    from the dirt i tread
    lovin this land
    where the skies are blue
    from sadness and white
    aint pure, but noise
    from a beggars rap and
    everythin is controlled
    madness gone wild
    with dollars and plastic
    feeding the train of
    poverty with the souls
    of wannabees drownin
    in the dark alone
    and stoned on life
    and hope risin like
    a smoke signal
    from a native fire
    burnin down the faith
    that someone cares
    or is aware that we
    are souls with bodies
    in tow with nowhere
    to go
    but up, up and away
    like a ballon on display
    attached to strings
    and things till the
    cord is cut and we
    float away lookin
    down on what we thought
    was ours, but goes on and on
    with the joker and his register
    smilin all the while

    September 30, 2011 at 12:57 pm

  17. Red Dirt

    WHISPERS your name
    to empty thoughts of fear
    filled with the dread of your past deeds
    nowhere to run or hide
    you sweat your guilt

    lucid thoughts swirl around
    carbon monoxide and noise
    on dirty street corners
    and you know is he’s coming
    for your soul with outstretched mind

    Nohwhere to hide now
    so within is where you retreat
    with your sins and fear

    But he’s there waiting
    with the sharp end of a thought
    and the memory of greed
    you hoarded for years and profit
    on the backs of innocent men

    Time has come and gone
    for now the insanity screams
    and you can’t see fate

    You can hear the cries
    in your pleas for one more chance
    to atone for life
    as you beg for mercy with
    dollars and deals beyond you

    Slowly he whispers
    his dagger into your mind
    with a rythmic voice

    And silent eyes stop
    and roll slowly to the past
    towards death and shame
    as you choke on his last stroke
    of genius with one last word, repent!

    September 30, 2011 at 1:29 pm

  18. The Failed Immortal

    this is gonna be ridikulous…imma get on this asap

    September 30, 2011 at 6:42 pm

  19. The Failed Immortal

    Black Phoenhix u killin it

    September 30, 2011 at 6:46 pm

    • Thank You… dark is my thing… I love it….lol… Can’t wait to see you drop

      October 3, 2011 at 1:21 pm

  20. Big Skillet

    looks like you all finally got this running…good shit!

    December 2, 2011 at 12:11 am

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