Ionnes Poetry

Armed Forces

ionnes — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 21:53:40 +0000

staccato is my motto
automatic fire burst
should have thought oh wait
pulled the trigger too late
like a gamer could relate
to holding fate in chamber
with no waiver or waivers
not for freedom just slavers
invaders of your homes homie
you don’t know me for real
don’t know I wont squeal
cut a deal and go fed
Dead in reality
with little drama
buried with no ID
for your crying Mama

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Flying Business Class

ionnes — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 17:50:07 +0000

I’m not smarter than you
Dont worker any harder
Otta stop to the pace
of the human race
in my face blooming
ungroomed while entombed
business still booming
Consuming the land
From forest to sand
Not outta our hands
stop snoring; the boring
chasing American dreamers
We might catch a Beamer
A schemer for Daytons
Not hating; just educating

business

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Wake up Henry

ionnes — Fri, 03 Dec 2010 20:31:26 +0000

Henry you ornery, upon thee from Barcelona
Daytona or New York, ain’t no Red Bull winter
got a sled full of dreadful, but now full off bread
gone on a trip cause you tripped man
swerving in the lane came clipped
then flipped straight ripped
through metal as petals
from a flower
during late night hours
power lines live from the set
on deck inspectors check vital signs
had too much on your mind
you gonna be just fine
but that poor family just going out to dine
whine about the wine man
but now you doing time for your crime
pantomimes of their faces you see in places
serving in good graces never replaces the dead
stains don’t come out when painted in dark red

Consumption

ionnes — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 17:04:48 +0000

Sociopath’s wrath with a mask
Seagram’s Seven in the flask
No one had to ask why he blunted
Objectification upon a birthing nation
Sensationalist claims earmarked to fame
From whence he came was an empire
Music from a liar not around a campfire
Learning from a burning desire of greed
Drinking whiskey as he made the trees bleed
Superseding humanity and life’s whole worth
Kneading the dough before he baked planet earth

Tagged: baking, consumption, crime, culture, Hip Hop, judgement, music, philosophy, Poems, Poetry, politics, Rap, seagram, seven, USA, whiskey

Life is a fucking right

ionnes — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 02:16:28 +0000

Generational disrespect
Unfounded homes we found erect
Upon spawning in hades
Or way back in the eighties
Where Reagan slept
Heaven crept softly along
Changing the tune to a new song
No wages for workers
Only wall-street berzerkers
Gaining cash since birth
Attaining their girth
Worth the blood of their kin?
Where socialism is sin
Fearing truth over god
There is not even an odd
Jesus can’t pay for your healthcare
But you can for humanity’s welfare

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Short stuff

ionnes — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 03:38:41 +0000

Some roar like a lion

and bang on their chest

While eating inside

on a chicken’s breast

Born with a gift

Blessed with the size

Never knowing beauty

with piss in their eyes

Marking as many

boundaries in turn

Only with broken knees

will the tall learn

Roma blues

ionnes — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 11:22:15 +0000

Totti or Toni
who cares theyre out
Mirko has the shit im talkin about
on tired legs out on the pitch
Vucinic is a bad ass son of a bitch
on tired legs but always clutch
No Scudetto and it wont matter much
Even Julio Sergio is out for days
Doni Marangon clean sheats can amaze

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PG-13 Poetry for people who watch TV

ionnes — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 18:29:35 +0000

Taken so far away
on waves they grind
the slaves didn’t sway
with freedom to find

mythos ancient
imagery clearly

broken television
sincerely patient men
women watch univision
subtract through division

wishing for more
start making money
forget about the poor
now on the side honey

wife dressed up
like a playboy bunny
sores infected
drip so runny

gunny got shot
in a far away land
body sent home
still covered in sand

when he got back
supposed to start a band
name was bud black
died with rifle in his hand

they don’t show that
on MTV man
or anything else about Afghanistan.

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ionnes — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 22:27:15 +0000

This song is beautiful.

Nothing personal

ionnes — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 07:50:36 +0000

Coked out,
bleed clean,
hit the bottle, test clean.

Down by the docks I mean.
They sent me under the overpass.
Second shack on your left.
Just watch your ass in the parking lot.

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Romantic Interlude #9

ionnes — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 17:31:14 +0000

Tame the wild beast
Unleashed from the east
Coast boasting numbers

Fateful eternal slumbers
Grateful pacific shore
Hollywood glamor whore

A plate full of poison
They let their boys in

Hoisin BBQ smell
As we all dine in hell
They sell out our lives

Soon will be raping our wives
Formed hives take some time
Mending slowly is no crime

So sublime is this bliss
All forgotten with a kiss

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Sdrib

ionnes — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 23:54:59 +0000

Birds go south
And I don’t have wings
Neither do they after colliding with things
If it isn’t a plane then the damned six pack rings
Oil spills bring disease and mass genocide
USA represents imperialism worldwide
Subsiding on trash when we could provide
To migrate south I might take that ride
But if I was I bird then I would have flied

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Choir Music

ionnes — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 20:49:11 +0000

Black on Black
Brown on Brown
White on White
We all fall down

expressions in said sessions

overstated impressions

about our people’s regressions

into secessionist chimes

Polluting our history and changing the times
Writing in names to cover up crimes
Somebody gotta start now droppin’ them dimes
Miming Joe Stalin shows how far we’ve fallen
Stomachs are full now a-nature’s calling
Overhauling is needed to dump this noxious waste
Before the rot gets so foul life loses it’s taste

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Homeless Romantic

ionnes — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 19:51:06 +0000

Take a ride to Civic Center
Don’t be afraid to enter
It’s just RAI-DER chanting
Junkies raving and ranting

Exchanging banter combustible
Bruce Banner
Soon we’ll have bar codes with an
ID scanner
This manner of disorganization comes from lack of
education
Politicians and Corporations control your
TV Radio station

Digital masturbation this new nation’s greatest worry
West rained out after east
got dumped blizzard flurry

No jury Supreme Court
takes democracy from us all
Money buys lives on NASDAQ
market rise and fall

We fight ourselves for scraps thrown from higher laps
Selling out our raps and singing about busting caps
From upon hills chilly
winds blow
evil grows
I’m trying to write it down so everybody knows
Those who oppose chose to ignore common facts
In this new USA built awarding weapons contracts

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Artery Bleeding

ionnes — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 02:51:42 +0000

Unite around the flame that’s drowned
When Katrina flew New Orleans bound

Long legged beautiful Mississippi mouth
Imported goods came up from the south

On riverboats people could steam
Just Native’s names left like a dream

Lyrical mud plays a silt jazz plan
What happened to rebuilding it man?

Tagged: culture, freedom, Hip Hop, katrina, mississippi, murder, Poems, Poetry, politics, racism, Rap, slavery, south, USA

Diagnosis Murder

ionnes — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 23:05:31 +0000

Vapid nurse’s curses flying up and down the hall
Standing room folk, choked pressed against a wall

Blood pressure check, wrecked physical appearance
Vomit stained, crazy train, waiting for doctor’s clearance

First hour towered, flowered in excruciating pain
Babies crying, people dieing weighted on a cane

On the clock ring, ding there goes another name
Ask a shady lady from which desk it came

Bitch attitude, rude comments leave her mouth
Another pale female calls me from the south

Some poor block the door, finally make it inside
With the hope, like a dope, health care they provide

Interview sick quick I thought relief was mine
But instead just dread waiting in a longer line

Dehydrated, exacerbated finally a single I.V. prick
Decapitated, dilapidated hope to anyone that’s sick

Police chat, fat and lazy next to a man they shot
Pulled gun and run when they stopped him for some pot

Doctors nice, came in twice, a hard working type of guy
There is no bread, patients dead I just have to wonder why

Most rich people think this shit is a just a joke
I ain’t fucking laughing cause it’s life when you’re broke

Tagged: care, crime, culture, Death, freedom, health, healthcare, highland, highland hospital, Hip Hop, law enforcement, medical, murder, music, Oakland, philosophy, poem, Poetry, politics, Rap

Athens Shuffle

ionnes — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 20:54:08 +0000

Retired to the back
Motion still as a plaque
Patches mend together
Brain aware of weather
Lines around his eyes
His constant disguise
Speckled cheeks run brown
Just not a proper noun
Against all but belief
He sought shelter relief
Blood of a Christ
Still a poltergeist
In banished minds
Superstitious kinds
Loving himself first
Unquenched thirst
By club and fist
You get the gist
Free to move around
All the trash He’s found
Combing down the beach
Next meal at the reach
Any Popov holiday
Top off everyday
For the nights cold
Tents are not sold
Muddy cheeks get wet
On the steps he set
Trying to figure god
Illegal hardware mod
Breaking images divine
But only a sip of wine
Out of the shelter
Lady he felt her
Got snap kicked dick
Muay Thai is sick
Police cuffed vagrant
Fragrance is flagrant
prayed Poseidon of the sea
Truth doesn’t set him free

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Holy Speared it

ionnes — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 01:03:12 +0000

Spiritus Sanctum
off the bankboard I banked ‘em
Wave to the crowd
Thanked ‘em
Proudly auditory
Not for the glory I sank ‘em
Free throws bro gimme points
Don’t need ‘em
Cut with greed and proceed
to make the net bleed
Left hand lead reverse
Could it get any worse
Heard you curse when I poked
Which provoked alley oops
Bombing troops from outside
Way out wide
Corner three on the way I provide
Cutting so set your feet and don’t slide
Blocking foul then on the floor you glide

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Fauxlice

ionnes — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 19:59:27 +0000

Rapid fire liars telling us the economies dire
While wall street homeboys have cash to wire
Fall further into debt to wage wars of terror
Crept into hills yellow and dusty an error

Not aware of a spare
attack plan gas spurned
Dare to take whats not earned
inside ideals so blind
Way behind racial lines
it’s embedded in our minds
FUCK finding retreaded ways of peace
behead the military POLICE

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Orientation [For my A-Unit]

ionnes — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 20:40:53 +0000

Famine looking feminine idol dolls
Make any person need to take some midols
Headaches pound through hallowed halls
To sell some clothes you buy at malls
To self esteem being crushed like the American dream
Fabric of image busted up right out at the seam
Not tryin’ to hate on a man’s CREAM scheme
Not lyin’ to the beautiful until their view is full
Of dull things fools need to look cool
Woolen sheep pulled along at a creep
Steep cost comes in at all your money honey
So you can imitate a playboy bunny
But if sunny days exist without light
Soon we’ll begin to know our left from right