Lyrically Speaking.......

So the blog is called flows and floetry, but it's been long since some rhymes were last dropped up in here, so let's do justice to the floetry bit by attempting some rhymes....here goes;



This is the gospel according to the book of rhymes.....


Saved people will call it blasphemous,

But the rhymes will make the story famous,

Coz the vibes intertwine in a way so fabulous,

It's so nice you can call it superflous....


So i was just there sittin, wonderin, what story to bring forth to all ye brethren n sisteren.. then it hit me, what do people like....love!!! Such stories are always good coz they relate directly to what punks is going through, that way they are part of the story. For example, the first few days of meeting / dating.....magical!!! Don't ask me how I know...it goes somthn like...

Babe, its a beautiful night,

The moon shines bright,

The lone star gives a ray of light,

What a wonderful sight,

It's perfect, better than alright,

I think am your mr right,

Coz you dazzle me like kryptonite,

Your sillhouette glowing in the twilight,

Just me n u holding each other tight,

Till we share that little kiss,

That'll send our souls to eternal bliss........


Love stories, however, do not necessarily go down well with all folk, I mean some of us are too poor to even start thinkng of that shit. U seen that begger on the streets, the one that washes yo windscreen at church, and expects a coin from u, lets drop somethin for these chaps, a likkle somthn like....

He spends his day walking on the street,

Tryin to earn a living in the sweltering heat,

His only capital are his arms and feet,

He has no food to sit down and eat,

He curses the man he voted to the mayor's seat,

For he promised him a daily meal of meat,

He looks for odd jobs, like keep the city neat,

But never gets paid, they say it's incomplete,

He gets tempted to steal, but tries to resist,

He wishes the thoughts away, but they persist,

So he walks across the street,

and steals a bike seat.....


Ok, poor chaps don't necessarily make a good story. However, people who break up with their chaps (thats like......everyone!!) have a nice story when the chaps return to re-claim their lost glory.....


He tried to re-kindle their fallen romance,

By begging her to give him one more chance,

He reminded her of the first time they had a dance,

When he showed her moves that put her in a trance,

He didn't understand why she had taken such a stance,

Yet their love had reached stages so advanced,

She told him she thought she was her 1st and last,

But he had shown her their love couldn't last,

Leaving her to spend her nights with lots of love thirst.....


Enuff of the love shit. Someone has to go macho up in here. As a seventh day absentist, i like to talk to that chap up there...


What's up God almighty,

I hope u are alrighty,

I gotta prob right now,

If therez a way show me how,

I smoke this shit that takes me higher,

I start thinking i am Hossana,

Coz i believe am the messiah,

Even though am a very good liar,

Actually this prayer is a blasphemy,

I shall be covered in infammy,

Let me get on my knees and pray,

But what the heck am i goin to say,

Ah don't worry al find my own way!!...


That was the gospel accoring to the book of rhymes!


Aaaaaaaammmeeeeennnn!


Thru me, with me, in me, in the unity of a pint, go thee forth and........sorry saved chaps, i just want to annoy u today...just for just!!


Out!!