My poetry, (slam style)

These are some of the slam poems I used in the word slam 07, I'll post my newer ones later.


Degeneration Nation

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I'd like to welcome you all to the degeneration Nation
Please feel free to bring along your drugs and your violence.
If you want bring in your hate and your greed to here,
The degeneration nation.
Feel free to do what you want when you want.
Do what you want and who you want as long as you don't do it to me,
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the degeneration nation
A place where we murder are young and call it abortion,
Where we take whats yours and call it ours.
We call it our freedom of hands and feet.
Ladies and gentle men,
I'd like to welcome you to the Degneration Nation,
The first place last place and only place that matters
to those who want to have a good time
smoking their blunts and poping their pills
burning themselves up inside.
You know that there will be some burning later,
Degeneration Nation is run on the burnt up lives of those
who foolishly enter seeking fun.
As a warining once you a part of the degneration nation you are hooked.
But please ladies an Gentlemen enter your Degeneration Nation,
America.

Have a blast.




Do it again

Go on and do it again.
See if I care if you cut your wrist.
I am tired of bleeding for you.
Do you think that it is your blood your spilling?
The blood you spill is from those who care about you.
So go on and cut yourself.
Cut yourself while people are dieing for you across the sea,
pouring their blood into your viens for freedom and you spill it.
Come on and just do it again!
Cut yourself instead of standing up and doing what you think is right.
Sitting back and wasting other peoples blood isn't doing anything.
To make a stand you have to speak up.
But you won't, so just do it again, see if I care.
It won't be my blood anymore.
I am tired of bleeding for you.


passion

You dare accuse me of having no passion?
I who have sat between the devil and god
as they read to me my fate?
I who have seen the beauty and wonders of heaven,
and felt hell's warm blissful death?
My poor friend I am afraid you don't know what compassion is.
passion is not seeing a friend fallen under his load,
putting him on your shoulders forcing him to remain weak and
dependant on your strength.
passion is not holding your love close to you in lust!
passion is not mercy shown to others for wrongs
that they had no mercy for!
passion is the force that drives you to do what you must.
Passion is the feeling of drive to make you push yourself
further than ever before!
My passion is to stop the fools from killing off our minds,
so tell me,
Whats your passion?