Brand-new e-book set for release on July 4th, 2018! Rhyme King. Second to None. The Reason Lyrics will Persist into the Future. Check the Diction. Bring your best so I can top it. https://www.amazon.com/Playing-Dark-After-Rain-Anthology/dp/0998791407/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1510066153&sr=1-1&keywords=playing+in+the+dark+after+rain Flasks, blankets, clothing, and other merchandise available for sale! Always supporting poetry and the arts one rhyme at a time. "Playing in the Dark After Rain", available at Amazon, Big Sal's 200-page debut anthology, socio-political commentary, scientific support, and the love of all things rhyme has got to have a place. Get yours today, common sense and logical analysis shall follow. All poems part of this blog have previously been published and can be found in Big Sal's debut anthology, or other works soon to be released. Allais may be known across the spectrum as a cultivator of holorhyme, but Big Sal will be known as the Master Vintner that made it 200-proof. Read more below if you truly prefer your poetry to rhyme. Influences include but are not limited to: Sadistik, Grieves, Brother Ali, Slug, Pablo Neruda, classic/cult filmography, and most things in life that rhyme more than 3 words within them, you simply have to find what they are. Remember, rhyme was originally thought to have been invented to retain information, lyrics, etc. Why you rhyme bro??? "Just sitting here listening to Atmosphere and Rhymesayers, trying to make ends meet." "If at first you don't succeed, then fuck it, sit down and write a poem about it." "Intellectualism is not measured by the words that you spit or the shit that you say, but by the feathers on the perch to wit with the six-pack today." "I love it when pretentious poets pretend that wakefulness as a human being signifies their true descent into madness." "Laughing my ass off watching Mac Lethal impersonate Kanye." "I'd rather skewer them in the heart than shoot them in the skull." "If I had as many followers as Trump, I'd be famous AND stupid." "I could tell you to kill a cat or to apply some poison, and would know you wouldn't do either until I opened the box to check." "Squeeze the citrus fruit to get its juice, but leave the dew be by morning." "I find the best quotes are often better if put into rhymes first." "Smart people advance society, and stupid people simply govern it." "If the body is a temple, then a mind is the mountain it solely rests upon." "Those that can - rhyme, and those that can't, bitch about it." "Learning to rhyme is like playing chess: yes even children can do it, but only the most ardent of thinkers can master it my friends." "Help save a species and support the Ol Pejeta Conservancy, the Sea Shepherds, or any other animal welfare organization willing to put themselves in harms way for the betterment of the world where others wouldn't. Or don't, and be just like every other prick detrimental to the survival of our fragile planet." - BIG SAL QUOTES
MY SKELETON KEY Oh thank God you’re here Bertha with your coal hair it looks nice hon, Please don’t leave me alone; I get so scared when the night comes, Honey I missed you, but forgive the filth so clogged up in the system, It’s okay here but they forget my pills more often than I get them, But enough about me sweetie, how has your day been? Can you walk to me, or have you just today learned? I’m sorry Bertha the pills make me loopy, I don’t mean any harm to you you know? My hand trembles as I speak, and I can’t read many pharmaceuticals, For some reason I can’t remember if you’re in high school or college now, I haven’t had time to call you either so why not call your parents out? I never deserved a daughter like you, and never will I understand, How could I be so lucky for the memories of weathered silt under the sand, Building castles with you and your mother when the days were sunny or gray, Although I rue the bad karma, I can’t help it, I prayed the funny would stay, Honey tell me, what is your husband’s name, and when can I meet him? No I am not joking my orchid; seriously this is not deadpan as meat bins, Did your labor go smoothly? Can I see your children? Here I have some booties, and I hope that they fit them, I never dreamed this day would come, and now I’m gleaming and I’m proud, I can only hope that you allow me to see them when I’m out, What day you ask? Well hon, to be honest I don’t know, But if I’m in this race to win, then why go slow? Honey, Bertha, my darling are you there sweet? Am I alone now, or can you hear me? Please baby; please don’t leave me plagued and alone, I’ll die from the stress in this god-forsaken home, The door creaks a rickety creak like my bed, my shoulder, and cheers, I want to die now too since the nurse says you’ve been dead for over a year, My sweet, all I can say is that I will purchase land if I see you in Heaven, That entire time talking it was the nurse’s hand I was squeezing like a lemon, I wish to be free of these shackles just as a paladin frees several clans of merit, I love you my sweet Bertha, and now my skeleton key crumbles as I perish. ________________________________ PLAYING IN THE DARK AFTER RAIN- AN ANTHOLOGY BY BIG SAL- AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM! BRAND NEW E-BOOK SET TO BE RELEASED JULY 4TH, 2018! GET YOUR RHYME ON PEOPLE! ________________________________ Welcome to the Show, Check Yourself at the Door. . . The following poem was submitted to the Wolverhampton 2018 Poetry Competition, but was not shortlisted: ________________ OUT OF DARKNESS: Bound by a necktie in a Columbian gravestone, A spacious town in this madness found its pieces, Found where the death lies like if Northumbrian age-old, A spaceship bound for the gaseous clouds of Venus, Twice the memory knows Man is mad if the flattery is passionate, Souls laugh at no fears if a hand holds pressure to the lineman's candle, Life and energy go hand-in-hand like a battery with acid, Hold back those tears like a black hole tethered to a diamond anvil, Racist troops shift to shout the chorus if the fire is white as storms or a priest's lucidity, Makeshift hubris and out of darkness entirely light is borne of diseased fluidity.
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Absolution Inters the Peace (03/01/2018)
Goodness for All (01/01/2018)
In No Sense (31/12/2017)
Address to the People (30/12/2017)
Holes in the Ground (28/12/2017)
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