Dragon Ball Z Uncensored

[MADali]

"Howl" by Allen Ginsberg

[Let My Love Open The Door]

MADali, I like both of those poems but I tried to pick ones that can be read in less than 15 minutes.
_________________
If I ever want a moron's opinion you'll be the first one I ask

HAVE A NICE DAY

[MADali]

I dont like that you edited my poem, facist

[Let My Love Open The Door]

I don't like you posting 10 page poems in their entirety just to RUIN my thread!
_________________
If I ever want a moron's opinion you'll be the first one I ask

HAVE A NICE DAY

[MADali]

Furthur Notice
by Philip Walen

I can't live in this world
And I refuse to kill myself
Or let you kill me

The dill plant lives, the airplane
My alarm clock, this ink
I won't go away

I shall be myself-
Free, a genius, an embarrassment
Like the Indian, the buffalo

Like Yellowstone National Part

[MADali]

The Genius of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski


There is enough treachery, hatred,
violence,
Absurdity in the average human
being
To supply any given army on any given
day.
AND The Best At Murder Are Those
Who Preach Against It.
AND The Best At Hate Are Those
Who Preach LOVE
AND THE BEST AT WAR
--FINALLY--ARE THOSE WHO
PREACH
PEACE

Those Who Preach GOD
NEED God
Those Who Preach PEACE
Do Not Have Peace.
THOSE WHO PREACH LOVE
DO NOT HAVE LOVE
BEWARE THE PREACHERS
Beware The Knowers.

Beware
Those Who
Are ALWAYS
READING
BOOKS

Beware Those Who Either Detest
Poverty Or Are Proud Of It

BEWARE Those Quick To Praise
For They Need PRAISE In Return

BEWARE Those Quick To Censure:
They Are Afraid Of What They Do
Not Know

Beware Those Who Seek Constant
Crowds; They Are Nothing
Alone

Beware
The Average Man
The Average Woman
BEWARE Their Love

Their Love Is Average, Seeks
Average
But There Is Genius In Their Hatred
There Is Enough Genius In Their
Hatred To Kill You, To Kill
Anybody.

Not Wanting Solitude
Not Understanding Solitude
They Will Attempt To Destroy
Anything
That Differs
From Their Concepts

Not Being Able
To Create Art
They Will Not
Understand Art

They Will Consider Their Failure
As Creators
Only As A Failure
Of The World

Not Being Able To Love Fully
They Will BELIEVE Your Love
Incomplete
AND THEN THEY WILL HATE
YOU

And Their Hatred Will Be Perfect
Like A Shining Diamond
Like A Knife
Like A Mountain
LIKE A TIGER
LIKE Hemlock

[MADali]

I had my camera and took the shot through the shop window and a rather tall, ugly lady, neck bent forward, ran out of the shop. "What are you doing?" she asked "What did you photograph?"

"I photographed the naked mannequin" I told her.
"I'd rather you didn't take any more photos" she said.

"Alright" I said and I walked down the street with my camera, with her staring after me. I felt guilty and upset.

Upset
even though I had done nothing really improper.
It usually happened to me at least once a day.

I turned, dropped to one knee, focused and photographed her.

She waved her arms and screamed and I shot her again.

The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up

[Bladtman]

Lil' Wayne – Weezy F. Baby IS, the best rapper alive (Hit me, Haaa!)
GOOD MORNING NEW YORK!
GOOD AFTERNOON NEW ORLEANS!
GOOD NIGHT AMERICA!

[Hook]
YEEEAH!
Dough is what I got lil' mama,
Dough is what I got pretty lady
Dough is what I got Shawty
Dough is what I got baby
C’mon I’m, Paid, I’m Paid, I’m Paid, I’m Paid

[Verse 1]
Give a woman none (uh' uh')
I already gave my brother some
It’s my sister’s turn
Ain’t it funny how the fish do burn
Wit ya boy, just relax like a fresh new perm
And the world in the barrel of the pistol turn
We get it how we live, Never Live and Learn
Gotta talk about the flow, Cuz you is concerned
Only Down South Rapper coulda been in da FIRM,
Or, Tha Commision, or a Wu Tang Nigga
Tried to tell ya I can kick it like Lu Kang Nigga
Got that Sub Zero Flow how you want me ma?
Nigga get over here like Scor-pi-on
And, When it comes down to this recordin’,
Im must be LeBron James if he’s Jordan
No!, I won rings for my performance,
I’m more of a Kobe Bryant of an artist
Same coach, same game been startin’
Same Triangle offense
I come through the lane like a dawgin’
Referee niggaz is lame, they call chargin’
I have no brain I’m Retarded
We all not the same I’m a Martian
You can be my Jane, I’m your Tarzan
I’m from the jungle where the snakes is all poison
I am Magnificent like Marcus
You might wanna fall back like August
Or late september whateva you call it
I hit niggaz in the head like Vonage
I am talking to no particular audience
But understand I am the guardian
And understand there won’t be no guarding him
You will just get played like an accordion
I don’t give a damn if she’s bossy
I keep pussy runnin’ like a faucet
She better catch like she Steve Largent
Because I’m “Wassup!” like Martin

[Let My Love Open The Door]

Harlem:
A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?
_________________
If I ever want a moron's opinion you'll be the first one I ask

HAVE A NICE DAY

[FancyMichael]

This is the only poem I have ever truly enjoyed:


Kubla Khan
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.



In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.


But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!


A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

[Stupid Fucking Faggot]

It's driving me crazy trying to think of the movie/TV show that poem was used in.

FUUUUUUUUCK.

[Let My Love Open The Door]

I like that poem a lot too, Mike!

Is one of the reasons you like it because it's a Rush song?
_________________
If I ever want a moron's opinion you'll be the first one I ask

HAVE A NICE DAY

[Potatoes]

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? Heh
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
Four walls just starin at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
Investigatin the joint for traps
Checkin my telephone for taps
I'm starin at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya

I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker
Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's goin down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners
My mind is playin tricks on me

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin I'm in service
Prayin for forgiveness
And tryin to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin lonely
My mind is playin tricks on me

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin
Robbin little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin tricks on me

[Bladtman]

*daps Potatoes*

[8 bit orgy]

Wow you guys have no taste.

[MADali]

*posts secret alien poetry that was leaked*

[Mike Dunn]

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Pour it on the models
Shut up bitch, swallow
If you can't swallow, shut up bitch gargle
Straight up out the water with my Mark Jacob goggles
Said I'm fresher than a motherfucker
Yet I'm a motherfucker
No I won't take your girl but I shall take her tongue from her
Can't you tell a man love a woman?
Like no other woman
Argh, I'm sorry sweetheart
I thought you was my other woman

[Let My Love Open The Door]

Incident
Countee Cullen

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.
_________________
If I ever want a moron's opinion you'll be the first one I ask

HAVE A NICE DAY

[Magic Juan]

Posting rap was such a fucking move of genius.

[Potatoes]

Rap is the most beautiful and honest poetry there is.