Freestyle #1

I wish for a land far from this...
Where the wind blows n dazzle my hair...
Where the sweet aroma of the sea blow upon thy nose...
Where joy will be known by the 5 senses...
Freedom will be a bell rang thru out Eden...
Smiles stretch so long look like the Nile...
Dream are casted into reality....
Time is given clarity...
hope is given meaning...
life is worth living...

Who Knew

Who knew?
Seriously who knew?
Who knew that life would seem to be so vague?
Destruction tearing us apart like a plague.
We destroy each other as if we were roaches,
coaching each other onto senseless notion.
Leaving futile motion to control these problems.
Yet obliging unnecessary devotion toward pointless materials.
We need to stand as one and follow onto the path,
which our four fathers have set for us.
This path shall set a new way
through the harsh nights
bringing forth light brighter then bright
engaging sight through our frights.
Embrace this journey,
which may lead to our victory
and vanish our misery,
which has been recorded in history.
This is not no story but words of glory.
Dishing out wisdom into
Gods kingdom.
So let this phase,
which we have face
only be a season
leaving no reason to dwell in the past.
But encounter greater heights then our last.
Who knew?

July 18th's Dedication to Jazz

hes my guy. i. love2love him. outloud. scream it n front of crowds. lips touch gets me higher than clouds. its not rainin my love comin down. priceless company. forever he can accompany me. futuristic dreamer whose mind is always to the sky. our moments together like the jetsons quickly fly by. my battleship he sank. above everyother he ranks. not tryna gas it. but its too much to jim carey mask it. ihope this love is some super magic elastic. timeless like nas- iam. a classic. that's real hip hop but jazz is the essense of sound. no blues when he's around. but he's like my b.b. king no need for a crown. b stands for best. iever had no doubts no quest. cus the search been put to rest. the other b is for black. real fearless talented intelligent humble strong black. king. my everything. love glossy

BY: V Glo$sy

Her

She was once called trouble... she was known for that name becuz it was hard to consume her or even obtain her... as you gaze upon her your eyes became lost in her realm of beauty and a victim to her goddess like voice... she'll poisoned you wit her touch of insecurity which made you insecure to each and every caveman who was hungry for what you yearned for... for as she became your light within your window of life she was known as hope... a reason for believing again... a beginning to what you once believed was an ending...
her touch became a touch of assurance letting you obtain the the power of trust that deflected thoughts of insecurity... so now you had the power within you to call her your "love"...

Onto..

For I bestow onto thee a dawn of a new day where the sun rise and the moon falls. Where the prophecy of love is more then a tale told to the sauntering minds lost in the realm of infatuation. I've once been contained and held captive by the temptation that lurks up ya spine and breaks down ya heart. Victim I once was to this feeling. Now justice rains down upon thy face like tulip in the southern meadows. Victory is mine like peanut butter rightful place against jelly... Like your rightful place is next to me....

Dear Prophet

Prophet....Your the truth.. the definite definition of poetry.. your
words flow right through me... yes this feels right to me.. its like
he only writes for me... the portrait you paints is clear for me to
see.. blue waves tapping the sand from the crisp air of the sea..
it's a display of everlasting beauty.. a pure white piano's high notes
played on key.. one must go fastly to catch a glimpse of the paper he
kills with no mercy... with every stroke of genius i smile as i sip on
my sweet tea... awaiting his finale.. patient yet anxiously.. and
there's not even a slight touch of ambiguity.. my expression changes
as he reveals the image slowly .. it is him and I .. again true
everlasting beauty.. a work of written art that can be considered by
greats greatly.. for these words written in the highest perfection i am
unworthy.. but i am ready......


Sincerely V Glo$$y

Dear V Glos$y

Its like one day we shall reunite... but foreva we write hidden in the sorrows of tomorrow... proclaiming each others devastation of yesterdays past and reconciling the visions of today... I mean your words are of ya once love one... and my words are of mine... deep in thought we yearn for love through our poetry like leeches need for blood... condemn in our thought... shallow vision in our minds... but yet we still unleash our unspoken words thru poetry... I vision ya appearance through ya poems and desire ya presence as if it was a need in stead of a necessity... so as the sun rise upon thee let ya poetry paint a vision in thy mind of sanity so that I can escape the feeling on insanity... and I onto you will open the doors of beauty thru my word I shall unleash life in ways unknown to the unborn mind of love... if u had a disease... my poetry shall be your cure... and if I was lost... your poetry shall be the path I found... so see forever more the beauty and devastation of poetry and let it be the key to salvation forever more... forever more... Cherie amor

Sincerely, Prophet