we bike LA
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bondink at 09.3.08 - 11:54 am
when i leave here
to venture roads not yet ridden
the space I happen upon
is void
an unnatural silence which fills the air
for it's the energy of the ridaz
their presence greatly lacking
and it’s then that i realize
these roads are not meant for this rida
for i am just a visitor
cycling through borrowed land
upon my return
to this giant cement park
of twisted roadways
lined with cracks and holes
and bumper to bumper traffic
i breathe the exhaust fumes
and smile
cause there’s a ride
happening somewhere
with ridaz sifting
amongst marked territory
to reclaim it as their own
though this city is rough
i know the ridaz are rougher
for we play on the edge
of this chaotic spectrum
we accept the challenge
life or death
we take our two wheels
to the streets
like the badasses we are
for we bike LA
and proudly call her our home
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@ tallcans4tallbikes:
Thank You!
i love riding with you gaisszz!
i love positivity and am bumping this thread in the hopes that others who are on the site today will somehow be inspired.. (shrugs) possibly..
bondink09.3.08 - 2:23 pm
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El Rich is the current poet laureate, you donk, not me. Let those two fight it out.
...with poetry! Poetry fight!
PC09.3.08 - 3:15 pm
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Maybe we need a haiku contest: (5-7-5 syllables):
Swiftly ride at night
Except those who swerve and crash
No more beer for them.
JB09.3.08 - 3:23 pm
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let the poetry battle begin!
@RBI
"mine was better"
was = past tense
poetry fight is in present and future
GO!
Undercover Bob09.3.08 - 3:24 pm
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wheel takes hold of wheel
tangled bodies hug the earth
hold your fucking line
PC09.3.08 - 3:34 pm
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High atop the seat,
the cranks move aimlessly fast,
the bike sprints.
______________________
Let the floating birds fly higher,
from where I ride I need no greater sight.
From street to street I soar,
On wheels brighter than fire.
The turns, and bends, and blind hustles rustle fast before me,
the lights flash from red to green, or at least how I imagine it.
Cars to the left, and cars to the right, they fall behind.
One by one they get lost in sight.
The speed,
the joy,
it all combines,
and makes for me an inner peace,
piece of life.
___________________
I give up with poetry.
Jaz09.3.08 - 3:39 pm
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Welcome back burners
Playa dust still clouds in reality
Need more tits in pics!
DeKadenzy09.3.08 - 3:43 pm
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in some distant future
where the freeways
and roadways
are an overgrown ruin
of touristic traps
the dilapidation a reminder
that which this was caused
by some inhuman sick greed
is also become the playing grounds
for we ride by these ugly monsters of past
and skid a marker
we had been here when they were
we are here now after they have come and gone
and our two wheels
will stretch across this land
and into tomorrow
for we are the wisest of creatures
we pedal our own power
and feed off the wind
bondink09.3.08 - 3:45 pm
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middle stage between
humans and pure energy
we are the cyclists
PC09.3.08 - 3:50 pm
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into the darkness
the rida fades with sun
cranking forward, on
bondink09.3.08 - 3:56 pm
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endless suburbs sprawl
traffic now a distant hum
rida stops to pee
PC09.3.08 - 4:01 pm
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from behind my eyeliner,
I cry
not for me,
but for how badly you pull off that fishnet shirt.
the mascara you have isn't dark enough,
nor is you skin pale enough.
Which only says so much about your musical taste.
Go buy your offbrand cloves,
enjoy your teen angst,
and wearing your Marilyn Manson tshirt.
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This thread is now about horribly written goth poetry.
Jaz09.3.08 - 4:04 pm
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you feel it coming
on the prowl, an attack dog
swerving ESS U V
bondink09.3.08 - 4:06 pm
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empty rain slicked streets
great dark cloud blots out the sun
wait, that's borfo's head
PC09.3.08 - 4:10 pm
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come play Friday night
clusters of chaos on bikes
fuck you smpd
bondink09.3.08 - 4:11 pm
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Wind flows through my hair
Nighttime fills my heart and mind
The road is my Zen
X-Large09.3.08 - 4:15 pm
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This is my trick
Free spitting tongue
I like to just purge
The thought
A process
Of back and forth
The type and the delete
I am not afraid to spew with you
I ask of it
It feeds my fire
Really, it’s just for pure entertainment
bondink09.3.08 - 4:15 pm
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kiss these tires here
he said and rode out of sight
she laughed
slid away her knife
fuck the counting.. I gotta go with what I write!
bondink09.3.08 - 4:17 pm
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Tight jeans v-neck tee
Fixed gear no brakes, scabs on legs
HIPSTER THREAD +1
DeKadenzy09.3.08 - 4:17 pm
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COCOC
OMFG LOL
FTW
PC09.3.08 - 4:19 pm
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Fuck you SMP
Fuck you hard SMPD
Fuck you SMP
ANAAAAARRRRCCCCCHHHHHYYYY
___________________
Jaz09.3.08 - 4:23 pm
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The other guy didn't show up.
PC09.3.08 - 4:23 pm
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the other guy didn't show up -- hahahaha!
FTW!
bondink09.3.08 - 4:24 pm
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squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek
still there's more dust on my bike.
Insidious. Vu was right.
mixtemotions09.3.08 - 4:29 pm
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people who eat bikes
are far worse than cannibals
I hope they get doored
Undercover Bob09.3.08 - 4:34 pm
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two wheels F. U. N.
ridazz gonna get you in
four wheels just ain't in
larsenf09.3.08 - 4:38 pm
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well, el rich, you lost
i guess that is what you get
for having a job
PC09.3.08 - 4:49 pm
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a job, an excuse
for i am here purging words
a pleasure, my friends
bondink09.3.08 - 4:57 pm
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"Cellar Door"
-Donnie Darko
stevo409.3.08 - 4:58 pm
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westsidazz should ride to the mosey anniversary tonite. you just should. so stop arguing and get your bikes over here
stillline09.3.08 - 4:59 pm
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Shopping Cart Trolly
High intelligence contents
Sadly missing in Profile.
stevo409.3.08 - 5:01 pm
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@ stillline:
no one
is going anywhere
unless you play
by this threads rules!
poetry invite only!
bondink09.3.08 - 5:02 pm
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steel glass pavement skin bone
you just got hit by door
better call 9-1-1
larsenf09.3.08 - 5:03 pm
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shit left out "the" in the second line.
steel glass pavement skin bone
you just got hit by the door
better call 9-1-1
larsenf09.3.08 - 5:04 pm
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im retarded. here is the real haiku!
steel glass pavement bone
you just got hit by the door
better call 9-1-1
larsenf09.3.08 - 5:08 pm
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No more paddle rides
only boats and booter coats
dance for freedom man
Jaz09.3.08 - 5:08 pm
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the ridaz ride here
engulfing the LA streets
burning in the night
bondink09.3.08 - 5:11 pm
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Moseyversary tonite gonna get your head buzzed right.
Venice blvd to downtown
don't fret
just 11miles till boogie down.
Box wine and beer. We ride loud for all to hear.
stillline09.3.08 - 5:12 pm
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Profile trolley pic?
I am waiting for the one
With me in a tux
PC09.3.08 - 5:14 pm
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thank you one and all
day is done here, write on
see you in the streets
where the world is lost
and only us ridas see
all life in motion
no truer fact than
this i say, i'll ride with you
from night into day
:)
bondink09.3.08 - 5:16 pm
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Friends, Relations -
Please excuse my tardiness to this bout of poetic pugil sticks. Surely, you can forgive me, for I was on an outcrop overlooking a majestic desert expanse in Tibet.
I read I was being summoned by my peregrine falcon. When my trusty Gorgazaroth returned just now, a note was attached to his foot that clutched my supply of granola from the closest neighboring town.
At any rate, I digress. I am not in a state where I can write these poetries correctly.
I shall return in a fortnight.
I bid you all adieu until then. Also, do not trouble my falcon. He will hurt you for these malfeasance-es.
NEWB31009.3.08 - 5:31 pm
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I got no strings to hold be down
To make me fret or make me frown
I had strings, but now I'm free
I got no strings on me
[Verse 1]
Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand
Bitches know that I'm a freak like the elephant man
Intelligent plans
Fuck a record deal, I want development land
With my benevolent clan
And that's the reason that I only trust my fam
40,000 records sold, 400 grand
Fuck a middle man, I won't pay anyone else
I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets my self
I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf
And because of this executives try to diss me
Racism frozen in time like Walt Disney
And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors
If I switch up my politics and change my behavior
Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat
Bitch niggas that never spent a day in the street
But I repeat that nobody can hold my reigns
I put the truth on tracks nigga, simple and plain
(Pinocchio)
I got no strings, so I have fun
I'm not tied up when we need one
They've got strings but you can see
There are no strings on me!
[Verse 2]
I guess to America I'm a disaster
A slave that was destined to own his masters
Independent in every single sense of the word
I say what I want, you fuckin little sensitive herb
This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech
But now you want try to control the way that I speak
And O'Reilly you think that you a patriot?
You ain't nothing but a motherfuckin racist bitch
Fulla hatred, pressin a button trying to inject me
But I ain't got no motherfuckin deal with Pepsi
No corporate sponser telling me what to do
Asking me to tone it down during the interview
Tryin' to minimize the issue, but I'm keeping it large
I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge
Speakin is hard when you got strings attached
So I'm a say it for you 'cause I ain't got none o' that
And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain
Aiyyo son, let this little nigga explan:
(Pinocchio)
I got no strings to hold be down
To make me fret or make me frown
I had strings, but now I'm free
I got no strings on me
Come on son, y'all niggas know the way I do
Immortal Technique, dot com (?) live for you
And I know sometimes it be making you nervous
The way I smash puppet rappers that belong in a circus
You motherfuckers just can't compare
Looking for a fan base that's no longer there
I know that you're scared, and you're hidin' up in the cut
But this is freedom of speech nigga, tell 'em what's up
Word nigga, fuck John Ashcroft! Nigga, fuck Fox News! Fuck those snake-ass
bitches Tryin to manipulate your opinion, tellin you what to think
Word the fuck up, like "we invaded niggas 'cause we want to free them"
You racist motha fucka, you don't give a shit about those people
You can suck my dick!!
(hahahaha)
Another rum and coke at the bar, nigga
Its my day off, word up
Fuck, for the kids, (ha) for the kids (hahaha)
Beat Bandits
-Immortal Technique
stillline09.3.08 - 5:56 pm
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middle stage between
humans and pure energy
we are the cyclists
PC
09.3.08 - 6:50 pm
+10
imachynna09.3.08 - 6:14 pm
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I have to write
a poem for
my English
class
This may be hard,
you see.
For I am not capable
of good poetry.
I kan has help?
From someone better?
A fellow rida? With some cheddar?
WTF.
imachynna09.4.08 - 9:46 pm
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odd how i stumbled upon this thread at this very moment.. huh.
what kind of poem do you need to write? what are the guidelines?
i can help with getting you where you need to be to do it yourself.. poetry is really an individuals way of just laying down words that emote or don't or whatever in however you are feeling.
i am down.
bondink09.4.08 - 9:49 pm
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Pedal to power
Conquer beasts made of metal
Long live the Ridazz
animal09.4.08 - 10:21 pm
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I'm so horrible at poetry.
Guidelines:
Has to be about a negative event that brought on a positive lesson. "Use inversion to imitate the literary qualities of Bradstreet's poem. Following her example, you may write about a significant event in your own life."
imachynna09.4.08 - 10:36 pm
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k. when is it due -- email me.
thesarabond@yahoo.com
and what significant event do you want to write about, think about it - always good to go with a tear jerker - teachers eat that shit up.
i'll research the poem..
bondink09.4.08 - 10:48 pm
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also - which poem of Bradstreet's was the example?
bondink09.4.08 - 10:50 pm
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"Has to be about a negative event that brought on a positive lesson. "Use inversion to imitate the literary qualities of Bradstreet's poem. Following her example, you may write about a significant event in your own life."
Here you go, in Haiku format:
Riding my fixie
Loose pants got caught in the chain
Short girl jeans for me
JB09.5.08 - 7:47 am
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hahahahaha!
(shaking head)
would you turn that into your teacher?
bondink09.5.08 - 10:40 am
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Hey hey theres Bondink.
Shes great, thats what I think.
Showed up to the mosey looking fresh and rosy.
stillline09.5.08 - 11:01 am
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Hahaha!
Too bad it has to be 10 lines, but yeah I'd turn that in just for shits and giggles.
Even though I'm a girl, short girl pants are still funny.
imachynna09.5.08 - 5:24 pm
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This Hotel smokedetector
Its really Bumming me out.
Don't be so mean.
No need to shout.
Its only green.
I'll just do it the way I did on the train.
Into the bathroom i go to avoid the pain.
I smoke and I puff and I laugh.
Oh no.
I've got ashes in the bath!
stillline09.8.08 - 8:41 pm
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a quickie:
it's the drama that feeds
the cause and the effect
it's our brother and sisters
that get hit with the punch
we're torn between
these moral issues
the right and the wrong
but us ridazz must stand
to help the accused
back those molested
stricken of their rights
when it all comes crashing down
we look to the left, right
for we know we are not alone
in this wicked
police force town
where we go one
we know we go all
through the trenches
we ride
those that know of us, know
they can hear us miles away
the sounds of F.U.N.
follow us ridazz wherever we go
bondink09.8.08 - 9:01 pm
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Need constructive criticism, pleeeeeease:
I went for a ride
On my bicycle I fly
Felt really good
Until I realized I should
Have worn my helmet
When my face met the pavement
Santa Monica street
Black eye not so sweet
Helmet meet head
Never to be forgotten again
imachynna09.9.08 - 11:54 pm
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