Spoken Word from My Myspace Blogs

[m.w.merlino]

WHO AM I?

So uhhh....

Cartel asks me "what exactly are you socially conscious for" and i hope my explanation doesn't make me an obnoxious bore

I FUCKIN HATE NONSENSE

all about revolutionary actions at my very core, staunch when it comes to politics, my brain is like a buried storm weathered from propaganda waiting for the clones in line to stand up and become an enabled act so we can stop being force fed these fucking table scraps

tryna produce some newly fabled raps

busy realizing that capitolism is a dismal trap, is being a consumer what consumes me until im unleashed unto my spirits wrath?

im a fearful cat

Heavily tainted with questions stumbling through adulthood falling down all the toughest lessons, my dad still wont call me a man but ill save that for another session see, best of all im not consumed by greed, being poverty stricken my entire life i dont see poor as a new affliction cuz being broke is life without people around you who wanna listen

now im rambling, shit kid

and if i couldve said it without saying much

Im lovin life in general but this brain wont shut the fuck up

 

[m.w.merlino]

HOLD BACK

Bloody militia minute-men body clusters crowning emtpy rounds

Wrapped in lead jackets, poisonous actions, deafening sounds

Sparked into action, sulfur smoke and warring factions

body trash-bins, stolen captions and forged democracy

whores, republicans, oil, the right-wing philosophy

*revolution*

Spent munition embodyment of russian technology

ak-47 empowerment accompany's guerilla hostages

swollen pocket genocide allows for broken promises

WHAT THE BOMBS DID

they don't care about your life and your kids

repressive paramilitary peasent murderers

thats the home of the brave, nazi collaborators

installed, another nation enslaved

another blank-faced gravestone slowly weathered away

*revolution*

MK Ultra propaganda a country under attack

but corporations have you standing in line

begging for hand outs

prescriptions, over-priced goods under-paid labor

sweatshop fingers bent-backwards the false saviors

in-action,

home of the brave could never define us

Thats the title of the children still dying

for the clothing they Made in China

*revolution*

still working on it, comment please.

 

[m.w.merlino]

MMM...HEARTBREAK

I don't usually assume a casuality,
but with the stance you've shown
the operative word is abandoned
I've arrived at this dance alone,
not even positive my heartbeat matches
the rhythm and with you singin tunes
these moves speak through cynisism,
ok i get it this outcome was actually future-present
after all, never writing letters was my first lesson
that two broken legs will run as fast as you let them,
and yo, we had a nice pace, then life happened
I realized that Dead weight trapped me inside of your captions
its like
how can I begin to say this without wasting vomit
disrespected how you let him allude to sex
through your myspace comments
the fake faces astonish me
but face it
my jealousy wasn't long enough for you to get off
or be on top of, even after you broke truancy
I feel like a better person
you're the messy caucophony
*hush*
from now on I'll just call you fragmented
its silly to feel unkept and mash this perspective
against my wits end, after all I've been mixed
up with a couple of insecure children, with new
holes in your pants for everytime you needed
the attention.

 

[m.w.merlino]

Small poem about moving back home to SEATTLE:

IM LEAVINGGGGG

These tainted, mashed-plastic scenic views
for familiar rations of metallic hues
blasted music rainy blues and emerald beauty
poverty proverbs, the hometown soundwaves
running free, stressful adolescent adulthood
translated

ain't nothin left
pack it up
and step

FEEDBACK GOOD BAD WHATEVER, ID APPRECIATE IT.

 

[BETO916]

that shit is pretty dope mane....keep it up.


peace