The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

The Devils Playground

I tell you know lie, when I say, I love this video and this write.  This is the reintroduction to the Editor in Chief of the Visual Circus, Jack Schmidt aka Big Skillet.  Your goal is to write what you feel after watching this video.  Good luck and happy writing.

David Cardenas

74 responses

  1. Big Skillet

    Welcome everyone and thank you for taking the time to come by . I hope you enjoy the video and the short piece I wrote for it .I look forward to seeing what you all come up with.Peace and happy writing!

    December 7, 2011 at 8:09 am

    • dayum big skillet …. that was visuals for dayz on that video. i was so happy the little girl flipped the script! love what you did with your interpretation … walking inside of a head infested with devils. you went straight for the juglar on this one. WELCOME BACK to the LAB! 🙂

      December 7, 2011 at 8:28 am

      • Big Skillet

        thanks Marsha .it has been a long time and I am glad to see you drop in.Please feel free to drop some of your skills on this one.much love and thanks again

        December 7, 2011 at 8:31 am

      • I know Marsha, I so love this concept. Can’t wait to see what you drop.

        David

        December 7, 2011 at 8:44 am

    • Poetic Ray

      Yooooo this is creepy, intriguing, dark, crazy lol… and that vid is something else! ‘like candy wrappers of sodomy’… speechless

      December 7, 2011 at 9:38 am

      • Big Skillet

        that line even tripped me out..this video brought it outta me! thanks so much ray for coming by!!!

        December 7, 2011 at 9:57 am

    • Man Skillet.. You flipped this joint inside and out… Love it

      December 9, 2011 at 12:26 pm

      • thanks phoenix!!

        December 11, 2011 at 10:08 am

  2. Big Skillet

    p.s. she flipped the script in a BIG WAY! lol

    December 7, 2011 at 8:31 am

    • MizzFab

      Love your piece the video and the challenge i will definitely be back

      December 7, 2011 at 6:12 pm

      • thanks so much Leslie….Mizz Fab if your nasty!!! lol

        December 7, 2011 at 10:22 pm

  3. The Devils Perverted Playground
    By David Cardenas

    He towered over the powerless looking for the next victim
    A spider meticulously picking his next mission
    There she was so sweet and defenseless walking
    And the evil in him unknowingly began stalking
    She would be another trophy to his sick perverted list
    Another flower stolen, he slowly takes a whiff
    He continues to follow ever so cautiously
    But the demon in him would make him a casualty
    He laughs as he sees her innocently standing there
    But she was prepared as she called on her fears
    His demon was minuscule compared to the evil she unfurled
    And as her fingers twitched he was taken out his world
    For a moment he was in one with his demonic illness
    But the pain of eternal death would soon kill it
    He screams, but like his many victims, he was unheard
    And all the souls that he stole were free and flew like birds
    He screamed, then screamed again, she laughed as his weakness
    This time the secret was hers and she was going to keep it

    Add another one to her list…

    December 7, 2011 at 8:41 am

    • Big Skillet

      Damn Ciph! Nice take on this! definitely sewed that shit up in the end! Dope as alwayzzzzzzz!

      December 7, 2011 at 8:44 am

    • Fukn A, D…. you took that ish to a whole new level. i wanna beat that man so bad i can taste it in my soul!!!!!

      December 7, 2011 at 8:53 am

    • very nice take indeed! .. ❤ reading stories outa that dome …i knew it was that big fora reason! lol

      December 7, 2011 at 9:05 am

    • Poetic Ray

      I luv this… “He screams, but like his many victims, he was unheard
      And all the souls that he stole were free and flew like birds” man that vid was something serious!

      December 7, 2011 at 9:46 am

      • Thank you. I know. I love this video. So much power in it.

        David

        December 7, 2011 at 10:24 am

    • MizzFab

      love your take on the vid awesome job

      December 7, 2011 at 6:17 pm

    • PSYCHOPATHS ARE OUT TONIGHT I SEE… DAMN Dirty CAsh.. you ripped it

      December 9, 2011 at 12:27 pm

  4. little girl skipping along through dark canyons of city
    a target for those whose minds are just so nasty gritty
    turbulent thoughts, perverted intention
    mr man, twistn candy, grinding fate, demolition
    follow footsteps like a tracking hunter
    exposed yourself to little miss wonder
    call 911 … she deepens her voice
    like you really had any coherent choice
    her fingers spin you quickly into pain
    cast your fate, peeling back your brain
    has you propelled in the air heading to ceiling
    she leaves you rockin and rollin without any feeling
    smoke-filled fingers along with smoke filled eyes
    mirrors like magic produce devil inside
    no more touchy-feely for you little man
    you’ve just been offed by ‘precious’ little hands
    sick perverted soul without any scruples
    land below snakes belly, forget about any loopholes
    red phone, cell phone, the line out to up above
    shit-canned your dastardly plan to steal a baby’s love.

    © Marsha Nelson 12.7.2011

    December 7, 2011 at 8:47 am

    • Big Skillet

      no more touchy-feely for you little man
      you’ve just been offed by ‘precious’ little hands

      nuff said! Perfect Marsha! THank you so much..that was tight as a noose!

      December 7, 2011 at 8:57 am

      • thanks, Skillet … written on the fly, this subject matter churns up so much conflict within me …. i’m sure i’ll be back to drop some more pain / victory! One.

        December 7, 2011 at 9:06 am

    • Damn it Marsha, why the hell did you have to out write me?!!!! I love your take on it. You hit on some of the smallest details of the video and capitalized on them. wonderfully done. The only negative I can say about it is… why didn’t I write it. lol

      David

      December 7, 2011 at 9:00 am

      • thank you David. i’ll be back, i’m sure, to unleash the real lyrical dragon on that m.f. perv. whew…………….

        December 7, 2011 at 9:10 am

      • Big Skillet

        can’t wait for the sequel Marsha! Making Ciph jealous is a bonus…lol..you both rocked the hell out of it

        December 7, 2011 at 9:10 am

    • I <3'd the feeling of u and D weaving together even separately ….soooooo dug this piece Marsha!!!!!!!!!!!

      December 7, 2011 at 9:08 am

    • Poetic Ray

      Yes! Marsha… yes! You got me amped up at 4 in the morning… dead on with this

      December 7, 2011 at 9:43 am

    • MizzFab

      love this marsha

      December 7, 2011 at 6:17 pm

    • All hail the queen… Go Marsha Go

      December 9, 2011 at 12:28 pm

  5. NICE WORK….FEELING THIS

    December 7, 2011 at 8:54 am

    • Big Skillet

      Thank you for taking the time to come by Maurice.I hope to see a contribution from you

      December 7, 2011 at 8:58 am

  6. There’s not many i follow and appreciate the depth of their pen ..but you sir .. always fuckin deliver ..I mean come on do I even gota say anything about this piece?!?! U done trapped hell into frames and shoved it into eyes ..THE FUK OUTA HERE! lmao… Can’t wait to c wat David and emo’s crazy ass comes up wit ..DIG’N THIS!

    December 7, 2011 at 9:02 am

    • Big Skillet

      Thanks for coming by Rox I know you got some heat for this one!! much love girl!!

      December 7, 2011 at 9:08 am

  7. Finding peace in knowing that everytime I feel it start getting too hard for me by myself….the whole Universe will begin to bend itself to help take off some of the weight….Breathe easier….I wonder what would happen if Oliver Stone made a move calld “For White Girls Only” being an inverse to Tyler Perry….would people look at him as if he was keepin it real and bringin truth about unspoken wrongs in the white community….lol…I guess that would be the day huh?…”And then God said…Let There Be Darkness…So the people may know the truth”

    December 7, 2011 at 9:04 am

    • Big Skillet

      ahhhh…the thoughts we have while smoking a cigarette and looking up at the stars…I think I am gonna go do that rite now..thanks for the inspiration Maurice!

      December 7, 2011 at 9:13 am

      • YAAEE…ANY TIME…THANK’Z FOR THE READ!!!!

        December 7, 2011 at 9:16 am

    • Maurice…wtf is u talkin about?!! lmao… u gota watch the video and write off of it…. or is that wat u got outa the video?!? ..if it is….*ahem*…continue on..

      December 7, 2011 at 9:18 am

  8. It pains me…
    It hurts in ways I can’t fully explain
    or exclaim yet it still drains me…
    Leaves me looking for ways to reamin sane..
    stay hip to the ways they tryna game me…
    I refuse to allow a world of lies to box and contain me from finding truth..
    Finding something real is like finding water and a meal at an oasis..
    when it been days since you had a sip… chasing a mirage fading into space..tricked
    Once again and they say you supposed to know it when you see it…
    So the lie dresses in truth’s cloths and it’s like nobody know’s the secret
    Don’t want you to get too close or you could peep it..but body language screams it…
    The voice is off key.. pitched to make a hit but it’s foul like an Egret..
    personality show signs of someone still drinkin the systems Koolaide sweetness..
    So I..
    Say a pryaer in the air and leave it…but that aint where it stops…
    Cuz the breeze is everywhere God goes..
    So I say what I say in hope I touch devil folk’z
    And God knows…I dont even like the word God so…
    I’ll say The Almighty Origination of Creation and Balance of Energy which exhist in all of Nature..
    In the seen and unseen hidden wisdoms of the Universe..
    Spoken of and experienced by all peoples who’ve walked this earth in one form or another..
    In the pain of a child torn from it’s mother only to be brainwashed and go to war with his brother…
    To the beauty of a 100 plus year old couple still together with one another
    Because of the fact they learned you must be friends to be lovers…
    But now hearts are readily froze.. the globe is SO cold as
    A trio of shutters close on so many souls windows
    Never getting to know
    If it only could all be so simple…..

    December 7, 2011 at 9:15 am

    • To the beauty of a 100 plus year old couple still together with one another
      Because of the fact they learned you must be friends to be lovers…
      But now hearts are readily froze.. the globe is SO cold as
      A trio of shutters close on so many souls windows
      Never getting to know
      If it only could all be so simple………ok ok ok ok!!! gone head Maurice!!! pretty ill piece!

      December 7, 2011 at 9:21 am

    • Big Skillet

      speechless dude! tight work for real!

      December 7, 2011 at 9:29 am

    • damn Maurice …. deep speak, poet! had to peep this out three times to wrap my mind around your conception of ‘the devil’s playground’. diggin these lines in particular because of their truths:

      ” … Once again and they say you supposed to know it when you see it…
      So the lie dresses in truth’s cloths and it’s like nobody know’s the secret
      Don’t want you to get too close or you could peep it..but body language screams it… ”

      Damn, just damn …..

      December 7, 2011 at 5:50 pm

      • DID YOU PEEP IT!!!

        December 7, 2011 at 7:36 pm

      • Ya ya … i peeped it so much, Maurice, i ended up sleeping with it in my nightmares last night. smh

        December 7, 2011 at 7:55 pm

    • MizzFab

      awesome piece

      December 7, 2011 at 6:18 pm

    • Yes Sir Maurice.. that that fiyah right here

      December 9, 2011 at 12:29 pm

  9. Poetic Ray

    Fury: Devil’s Playground

    Features of creatures born into the bones of her
    Playing pretend in the skin of a little girl
    Who’s familiar with the texture of eyes rolling down her frame
    Classic game
    But even in the formative years, participation is tacit
    You’re either the prey or the facet
    Placidity was left on the playground between the see and the saw
    And the swing of a predator’s head in the direction of a girl scorned raw
    She hungered to devour
    Surging with power
    Sensing his disgusting habit of misplaced happiness
    Creeping up behind with anticipative duress
    He thought he’d just walk up and steal her goodness
    But he was much too late; someone had already cradle robbed her best
    He’s gonna wish he had gone the other way
    Or had chosen another one to play
    Because the fury of a made beast is about to be released
    No angel wings on this sheath
    The hunter will become the hunted in the final round
    He’s far away from the park… this is the devil’s playground!

    © 2011 Ray

    December 7, 2011 at 9:40 am

    • Big Skillet

      DING DING DING DING!!! WE HAVE A WINNER!! IMMACULATE!!!

      December 7, 2011 at 10:00 am

      • Poetic Ray

        Lol! thank u Skillet… that vid is overwhelming! thanx for inviting me 🙂

        December 7, 2011 at 9:07 pm

    • This is beautifully written. You always come through and bring it. I love the direction you went with it.

      David

      December 7, 2011 at 10:22 am

      • Poetic Ray

        Thanx D… and likewise!

        December 7, 2011 at 9:07 pm

      • Rachael you are very welcome! Thank you!

        December 7, 2011 at 10:24 pm

    • Holy hell, Ray …. you wrapped it and capped it with this writing. Awesome depiction!!!

      December 7, 2011 at 5:53 pm

    • MizzFab

      awesome ray

      December 7, 2011 at 6:19 pm

    • THAT’Z WHAT’Z UP

      December 7, 2011 at 7:38 pm

    • OOO WEEE , Is that Fire Ray on the scene… Damn You smoked it…

      December 9, 2011 at 12:32 pm

  10. ok people I am going to sleep for a few hours it’s 5am here.I will be back later today..MUCH MUCH LOVE Y’ALL!!!

    December 7, 2011 at 10:07 am

  11. k….here we go… can’t work on it any longer ..i got hw lol..

    I’m going through bodies like I’ma cannibal on a panic
    Stepped on their broken promises lying on their lips and left pieces of their crevices
    Ripped flesh n wrapped it around fresh wounded wishes
    I’m wreaking havoc on weak souls
    Like a catholic I gota hold on schooling through assholes
    Still using blindfolds
    I made the Ouija board the tiles of my life
    So every time you take a step to my side
    I split ur spirit into epileptic seizures
    The fallen angel, demon, and Christ
    And wait for ur eyes roll inside
    The trinities arrived….

    December 7, 2011 at 11:19 am

    • NICE WORK LOVING IT

      December 7, 2011 at 7:39 pm

    • ROXY…HEY ROXY….you ROCK DAMMIT!! lol thanks for coming by love.now get your homework done or your grounded!

      December 7, 2011 at 10:27 pm

    • Thats Mi Hermana! You know how to scare a nigga with your powerful prose….I LOVE IT!

      December 9, 2011 at 12:30 pm

  12. MizzFab

    great job roxy i love the imagery

    December 7, 2011 at 6:20 pm

  13. Gata

    jeez skills this was tight! loved it

    December 7, 2011 at 9:21 pm

    • thanks so much Gata! much love girl…get over that writers block cuz I have an idea for you and felix for this

      December 7, 2011 at 11:13 pm

  14. MizzFab

    Don’t fuck wit my dolls
    By:Mizz Fab

    They left me
    Alone
    To deal with the world
    Took me by the hand
    Lured me to the devils playground
    Left my little mind opened
    Practically invited the devil in
    You did this to me
    My little eyes
    Go to black
    I surrender my innocense
    A victim of mind control
    Where have I gone
    Most kids are afraid of the dark
    I dance in it
    Savoring death as it calls on me to do its work
    Thank you mom and dad for not being there
    Leaving me to explore this playground alone
    Left to kill off each bad man
    It’s too late you can’t find me
    I belong to the devil now
    A deadly assasin
    And whatever you do don’t touch my fucking dolls
    Or I’ll snap your neck
    I’ll snap your neck
    Run but I will still find you
    I crave your demise
    You pervert
    You coward
    Run for your life
    But I will find you
    Don’t fuck with my dolls……..
    Snap the neck
    Another one dead
    Welcome to hell
    The voices say
    I laugh
    Should of called 911………
    Like you ever had a chance

    December 8, 2011 at 2:40 pm

    • tight work girl! i knew i would like the twist you put on it! thanks so much for contributing.

      December 8, 2011 at 3:57 pm

    • OH Yeah.. You go Mizz Fab….

      December 9, 2011 at 1:09 pm

  15. Weakness of flesh thread a tale of the hunt
    Stitched within the brain of what a decaying soul wants
    The taunts of devouring innocence, simply to feed a dark hunger
    Screams of torment as sadistic fetish takes the youth under
    Stalking the prey and praying that the innocence fights
    But this tale from the darkside, will be shown in a different light
    A fight, man and beast, no room for the prey to run
    Alas, the persecuted is the persecutor, the predators trapped! Call 911!
    Demonic rage plague a scene, drenched in blood curdling screams
    In a ravenous passageway where no beast would dare to dream
    The fiend, streams a web in which the predator shall convene
    No beam of hope, to far for help to hear his screams
    Lost in a concaved world where his own convictions where the cause for he to be done
    One less miscreant in the world, the predator should have called 911

    December 9, 2011 at 1:09 pm

    • tight work bp i dig that take on this !!

      December 11, 2011 at 10:11 am

  16. As I watched my twisted little obsession,
    Images began to unfold.
    I stepped into the darkness and was met by the terror of black eyes.
    Looking into the gentle smile of my disturbed fantasy,
    It began to rain the sugar delight that was to satisfy my twisted delusion.
    Slight flicks of her fingers sent me whirling into a dark and lonely place.
    Soon she began to release ectoplasmic webs that clung to my body tearing me to shreds.
    Lost forever in a realm, deceived by the demon that dwelt within the light.

    December 9, 2011 at 4:41 pm

  17. do you think you’ll be my daddy?
    do you think you’ll own my soul?
    will you take care of your little angel,
    you presumptuous asshole?

    will you beat my pain away for me?
    and make everything right?
    will you scare away my monsters
    when you fuck me in at night?

    do you promise to watch over me
    no matter what i do?
    can i be your slave, daddy?
    can i be your princess, too?

    will you be my loving master
    forever? well, i mean,
    until you’ve tired of me,
    when all innocence is gleaned?

    when i’m done being your angel
    and your pretty little whore
    will you throw me in the garbage?
    will you show me out the door?

    please, reject me to the sewers
    for it is there that i should be
    and i always shall obey you
    in your DREAMS, that is, you see

    December 10, 2011 at 3:39 am

    • damn Marsha ..sorry it took me sometime to get back in here..awesome sequel!!

      December 11, 2011 at 10:13 am

  18. “The Devil’s Playground”

    Beneath smog filled skies
    And neon bright lights,
    The devil’s playground
    Is a sinner’s delight.

    It’s usually dead
    Til a little past two,
    When all else is closing,
    And there’s nothing better to do.

    Every vice has a cost,
    And nothing’s taboo.
    Whatever your pleasure is,
    It can be provided for you

    All sorts of requests,
    From the mundane to absurd
    And right after debauchery,
    Discretion’s the word.

    There’s dark rooms and dens,
    Where you can escape,
    Where women come in
    All sizes and shapes.

    There’s Misti, the Madam
    And a bouncer named Nick,
    And don’t forget Luscious,
    The one-legged trick!

    There’s so much to see,
    And much more to do
    All sorts of eye candy,
    And nose candy too!

    The devil’s dandruff itself
    And Mary Jane’s smoke
    Make awfully good friends,
    Til you’re awfully broke!

    But I recommend
    My little friend ‘x’
    I swear it is better,
    Than indulging in sex

    I even know a guy
    Who for a flat fee,
    Will get rid of whatever,
    Or whomever you need.

    And in the darkest part of the district,
    If you can find the right alley,
    I’ve heard of a woman and donkey show
    With one hell of a finale.

    So come down to the playground,
    For whatever you need,
    Treat all your desires
    Of lust, gluttony and greed.

    Some might call it sin city
    Or the devil’s playground I know,
    But to me it will always
    Be the place I call ‘home‘.

    Ryan Griffin

    July 20, 2013 at 7:56 am

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