maryjaneburns...

[upfromsumdirt]

for a long ass time,
u been throwin' down dope poetry all across the internet... and
since online poetry sites shutdown with a quickness, good folks like u arent always recognized for their contributions...
so, this is just to let a sista know that what she does doesnt go in vain - we see u/muhfuh/we see u!

and thank you for being around...

[neil]

HOO-RAY
for the
ONE
and the
ONLIESS
MARY
JANE
BURNS
!!!!!!!

The PJx is a lovelier garden
....because of you, hon!
.........sparkle/twinkle

great idea, RonDawg.
super graffik, as per usual.



AIGHT gggrrrlll, I FISSED EM ALL.
youNyer myspace image blockN work
gone give me a ulcerated hurtin place.
only do it coz it's you.
wouldn't let a mortal
jerk me 'round lack iss.
and that's my word.

XXXOOOXXX

[kriticool]

.
.
yeah.. dudette be droppin some superior hits in text... her fecal matters!!
.
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[Mary Jane Burns]

dirt.. i love u. thanks much.

neil... love to u too my job blocks myspace...i cant see ya pictures

krit... *MUAH* 'her fecal matters!!' <--- effin LOVE that!

[poeticrebellion]

runnin round just inspiring er'damn body

[neil]

poeticrebellion said:

runnin round
just inspiring
er'damn body

wuhrd all over both sides uh that, mayn.


;D



ok, PoeticRebelYoung'un ... ima callin you out.
break off a hot drop for Her Ladyship.
c'mon, ...
dont' be shy nah.

[poeticrebellion]

Tooooo easy. I gives you sum. Be back.

[poeticrebellion]

Jus wrote it yesterday, and reason for my first comment

Mistress to my Muse

Southern fried sass
charismatic crass
Lips proportioned
of perfect mass
~mate with mine~
divinely designed
& oh so defined
Gripped me sublime
& told secrets of scribe
Submerged me to my knees
and forced me to plea
for privileged portions
of her pleasing
And so while kneeling
I begged for belittling
And she delivered mercilessly
Puenany poised and ready
to fuck me poetically
till pink ink
poured from my pores
Puppeteered to penetrate
her moist metaphors
Lured by her cryptic cure
Trapped in her template
for talent/ a tasty torture
Then she killed me kegelly
Or was it lyrically?
No matter...
when she finished with me
I licked her canvass clean
and asked for more

[poeticrebellion]

She was havin a bad day

Black Magic

And as the deflating black balloons
make their descent from inflated dreams
high as helium laced hymns
Where fairy rhythms would
conduct the beat of her pulse
They carry tales of youthful springs
where for an infinite number of eternities
broken hearted lovers rinse
their scars silken and clean
to an unlit abyss

And stories of starshine sprinkled
in blind eyes reunite sight with
the intuition of the the 3rd eye's vision
when poetry was still fantasy driven
sink into sullen sandpits

As shadows are shed
down the lines of time they wash
away daydreams of distressed damsels
and dragons slain by saviors
chaperoned by winged stallions

So I make a wish upon the night sky
streaming down her face mimicking mascara
And with my palm pressed against my lips
hope flies from my fingertips and
all I want is her to feel what's
contained within this kiss

Perhaps the ability to lift tears
under the shadow of the sun
Or maybe within it lies
potent spells swirling, waiting
to dwell in that place where
her deflated heart swells

She no longer believes in Unicorns
But I believe in Black Magic

[poeticrebellion]

And the first...

Burning Yearning

Promiscuously inclined
to find verse
lustful and lyrically lined
Filthy mind
Dirty paper
Nothing greater
Slayer of
sloppy monotony
sickly sinless scribes

I pray to thee
Virgin [glow=red,2,300]Mary[/glow]
Birth mother of
preeminent poetry
I am [glow=red,2,300]Jane's[/glow]jaded jewel

Fortune's fool
Blinded by her
lava tipped
ink stick
[glow=red,2,300]Burns[/glow] my third
eye scarring my
sub-conscious with
her poetic process

I could've never
predicted that
in my search for
scriptic satisfaction
I would become
so awe-fully afflicted
It's no secret
I'm scriptically addicted

[poeticrebellion]

Sawry for puttin that ass on blast like that...Neil's fault. But I wanna be da 1 to be punished

[poeticrebellion]

I be her benevolent beautified bitch...I'ma go sumwur now...

[neil]

... brought my cup down to th' ocean
N
akst it for a drank.

da-hANG.

[Mary Jane Burns]

LMAO @ neil callin folks out...& im SO glad u did.

dammit i love this thread.




Joseph...

come here

[anothaplanetbrotha]

y'all don don it.....mak'n me throw my porkpie in the mix:

for da queen B........

Hugging Our Poetry Tree


Image you present
for all the world to see
shows you with arms
wrapped around a tree
should have a caption
that says,

“..........this is me
Mamacash holding
onto my poet/tree...
What U see is what U get
and I do it best when I’m
..tryna ssssssssp ssssssspit...
Mythical wood nymph be I
..throwing worded balls of fire
utilizing my acerbic wit......
poetic skills sharp as
razor-tipped barb wire......”

If I had my poetic way
that is what I imagine
she would say.......
if I was a poet I would
use my words lyrically
to strum her a sonnet
gift wrapping my metaphors
in visions that only we could see
.....of us dancing naked in the woods,
while fully clothed....baring our souls
while embracing each other’s poet/tree


youse such an inspiration

[violet]

[derick PO gibbs]

the dopest tributes
i've ever seen
fly as any of it wants to be
no surprises to me
-lilmamacash got niggas bent all over the world
that's rite LMC
i remember you
a lotta sistas bent too
and when my dude dirty
said the Internet
that shit's literal, ain't many
spots/boards/trees my gurl hasn't
lifted a leg and pee'd on
-somebody say
longevity
and not that damn the stones are still
performing, wtf type hang around
a lotta jump offs
would suffer a something
without Mary
ask around, they already know
she's already celebrated
-streets and holidays
love, love

[Mary Jane Burns]

yall made me tear up.

SOOO much love for yall. caint even explain how much.

[upfromsumdirt]

that foo said "streets and holidays"...

word.