WWW. (The Power Of “Tion” 2)

Background of poem

On the 18th Of October i uploaded i poem called “Inspiration (The Power Of “tion”)” Showing how much you can rhyme words that end with “tion”. Well this is another example of the power it has :)
I strongly recommend that you view the last poem before reading this one, the link is below :)http://clownponders.wordpress.com/2011/10/18/inspiration-the-power-of-tion/

WWW. (The Power Of “Tion” 2)

I try to show my Imagination,
in a lyrical illustration,
To become a brilliant donation,
That can be viewed all across the nation,
Thanks to the world-wide web creation,
We can all have global communication,
Can get hold of any information,
Just log on for a quick observation,
Or to check an email notification,
Bringing together the Earth’s population,
The internet does have one imperfection,
It can cause cyber humiliation,
This can be racial discrimination,
Or someone’s victimization,
That’s there for everyone’s visualization,
Can cause behaviour modification,
So the internet does have a reputation,
Sometimes it can be a miscalculation,
But its outstanding for socialization,
It can cause disrespectful irritation,
You need to use it to gain a qualification,
And it can help you reaching your graduation,
It’s a daily use in this generation,
Children to grandparents take participation,
But this is just my observation,
On the internet’s domination,
I hope you have enjoyed this presentation.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 24/11/11 :)

New On The Scene

Background Of The Freestyle

This is a freestyle I wrote a long time ago when i first started rhyming. I thought I should upload it because it involves some good wordplay and metaphors. Its a lot different to my recent work but i hope it still interests you.
I hope you all enjoy :)

New On The Scene

People start knowing,
There lyrics are like the waves, their flowing,
Because im going in harder than an olympian rowing,
This aint just a poem,
This is a Clown with a talent he’s finally showing,
Kept quiet since 1991,
But now he’s blowing stuff apart like a Gatling Gun,
New on the scene,
Constructing he’s been,
Just like a transformer he’s a machine,
He’ll mentally tear out your heart then rip you apart,
Infect your brain then drive you insane,
Now he’s in his element,
The destruction is evident,
Who you are is irrelevant,
He’ll take on you and your whole regiment,
Going down for theft because he’s stealing the show,
No haters left they all drown in this flow,
His verbal brakes are faulty,
So there’s no stopping,
No stopping these lyrics he continues dropping,
He’s like the Terminator he always comes back,
No where to hide everyone’s under attack,
Because there’s no escaping,
His verbal raping,
Clowns finally prevailing,
Only the best remaining,
He’s finally out of that abyss,
Narrowed from that gorge,
Climbed out of that pit,
And will no longer be ignored,
Here to destroy all the traitors and his haters,
To make a point to all the strangers and his neighbours,
That hes broke through the barricade,
Theres no longer an obstruction,
This is not a serenade,
This is just destruction,
Cause what you see if what you get,
He’ll put you out like a cigarette,
A walking talking nicorette,
Verbal carnage you will never forget!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth :)

Waste Away

Background

This poem is not really about myself, but it is based on someone I know, so I tried putting myself in their shoes and wrote short poem about how they feel in life. In this I tried to mix up my rhyme pattern because ive been doing similar patterns of late, I hope you enjoy :D

Waste Away

My life has no meaning,
Took so much drugs,
That I have no feeling,
I don’t have no friends,
I’m just all alone,
As my life extends,
I’ll continue on my own,
Just me and my Alcohol,
That’s all I need,
My life has come to a stall,
Even if problems are small,
Inside I will bleed,
I won’t take any support,
I don’t want help,
Even if my life is cut short,
Don’t expect me to yelp,
I just don’t care,
I was born to be a loner,
A Cannabis smoker,
I won’t have regrets,
When I get older,
Don’t like my life,
Then keep out of my way,
I’ve now had my say,
So I’m going to go now,
And waste my life away.

A Short Poem By Corey Booth - 24/11/11 :)

Jack In The Box

Jack In The Box

My names Corey not Jack,
So why am I trapped in this box?
It feels like the clocks have stopped,
And im locked in this hell,
Imprisoned in this cell,
No matter how loud I yell,
I will never get saved,
Still being enslaved,
Defenceless and trapped,
Senseless and strapped,
Unable to adapt,
To this everyday strain,
To this everyday pain,
To this everyday drain,
My life’s starting to decay,
I wish I was a Bird Of Prey,
So I could just fly away,
Everyday I pray,
But I never get assistance,
Helps keeping its distance,
Whats the point in existence,
When you got next to none resistance?
No there’s no point,
All I seem to do in life is disappoint,
Which is making me frustrated and deflated,
God im asking you why am I so hated?
I’m irritated,
I want to get out of this pit,
Its driving me insane,
I want to commit self harm,
I’ve sounded the alarm,
Someone come before I slice below my palm,
With a blade,
This is not a masquerade,
God I feel betrayed,
With this life you have gave me and displayed,
I’m depressed and afraid,
But I know suicide is not the way,
It would be ungrateful to take my life away,
So please just say,
That you are giving back my soul,
Giving back control,
And from now on my life wont be bad at all,
That’s all I desire and require,
As soon as you give that back,
My life will be back on track,
That’s all I ask,
So God please give me the keys,
To free me from this disease,
My life’s tough and rough,
So God please ive suffered enough…..

By Corey Booth 23/11/11

The 31st Of October

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

It’s that time of the year,
The clocks go back,
By 6 o’clock at night
The streets are filled with black,
The 31st of October, better known as Halloween,
When the dead roam the streets,
It isn’t a scary dream,
Some think it’s fun,
But not anymore,
Cause there’s a clown on the run,
That is scarier than Saw,
He could be knocking on your door,
But you won’t know its him,
Hiding behind his gruesome mask.
With a vicious evil grin,
Ever seen the film the ring?
Well that’s got shit on him,
He’ll rip you limb from limb,
Then chuck you in a bin,
He’s a predator that walks alone,
Everyone one day a year he increases his death toll,
He’s in a mental zone,
And for one day a year that will stay,
Silently prowling around waiting for his prey,
He’s fearless.
He’ll put a blade right through Ya,
Light you on fire and make you look like Freddie Kruger,
If you see dead people,
Then he’s the 6th sense,
That will butcher anyone,
From children to their parents,
If you bump into him,
You will be left in a world full of hurt,
Savagely attacked,
Then buried in the dirt,
Striking at night like a vampire,
Plans he’s perfected they never backfire,
From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
He’s the Child Catcher,
But a lot more evil,
Cause he’s a Pain Dispatcher,
Count Dracula,
Would be too scared to get involved,
He’s pure evil,
Over the years his skills have evolved,
He’s caused bag full’s of carnage,
Worse than the Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
Don’t ever fight back,
That fuel just makes him angrier,
He can infect your brain,
Make you believe there’s spiders all over ya,
Scare you to the death,
This brings a whole new meaning to arachnophobia,
With supernatural strength,
Werewolf like Claws,
He can end a life in seconds,
And withdraw without a pause,
Now he’s in your brain,
You best call an exorcist,
Before you feel the pain,
Of someone who might not even exist,
So you decide if you want to go out this Halloween,
If you die it’s on your own head,
Things may be as real as they seem,
This is the real Dawn Of The Dead……….

A Poem By Corey Booth 28/10/11 :)

Schizophrenia

Background Of The Poem
I found out yesterday that my closest friend has been put in a mental hospital because he has been diagnosed with schizophrenia. According to the Doctors it was the cannabis that has finally caused it but his recent accident (he got hit by a bus) was a contributing factor. Smoking cannabis made him so paranoid he thought people threw him in front of the bus which has drove him insane. I’ve wrote this poem to try and get some of the symptoms across and get awareness that people may think Cannabis is harmless but in the long term on the wrong brain you may also end up in hospital. Please Re-Blog and help me spread the word, Thanks :)

 

Schizophrenia

Schizophrenia is a major mental illness that causes changes in perception, thoughts and behaviour,
With the Cannabis smoked and the stress people are under the chances of getting it are greater,
It is a complex condition that defies simple description,
But a distinction can be made between two broad types,
The most common of the two is Acute Schizophrenia,
This is when a previously healthy person starts giving off a different criteria,
It can take the form of hallucinations, irrational beliefs or disordered thoughts,
They will have to undergo interrogations,  pain reliefs and daily reports,
Mood disturbance often accompanies acute schizophrenia,
Which could be depression, anxiety, irritability or euphoria,
Emotional responses are often inappropriate for their surroundings,
For example laughing while speaking about other people drowning,
Generally, a schizophrenic knows where they are in time and place,
But still inside their mind their in a confused space,
With auditory hallucinations, suspiciousness and thoughts spoken aloud,
They have their own opinions, their careless but they can turn it around,
With the belief they are under the control of another influence,
Desperately seeking that feeling of insouciance,
They believe that thoughts are being put into or taken out of their mind,
So the best place for them is the hospital to help them unwind,
A schizophrenic may have different perceptions of the world to the rest of us,
This is the fear and anxiety coming out and they need people they can trust,
Sufferers may become preoccupied with certain issues,
Some of them sad which will drive you to tissues,
They may express paranoid ideas or respond to the hallucinations they experience,
Hearing peoples voices that aren’t there but to get better they need resilience,
The second type is called chronic schizophrenia which is a long term state,
Which includes social withdrawal and an inability to concentrate,
Left to their own devices, they may spend long periods of time doing nothing,
It’s like their wearing mental disguises,  Both them and their families suffering,
As with the acute state, hallucinations and delusions are common,
But lucky for suffers  nowadays help is always there as an option,
Under activity and slowness with neglect to appearance,
This help is a bonus which will help their perseverance,
One in a hundred people will develop schizophrenia in their lifetime,
So let’s spread the symptoms and the awareness and give them a lifeline.

A Poem By Corey Booth 27/10/11 

Betrayal

Background Of The Freestyle/Rhyme/Rap/Poem

The reason behind this rhyme is that i used to have a friend who always gave me abuse for being in a relationship just because he could never get one of his own, id have the usual insults like “loved up fool” and “whipped mess” but that didn’t really bother me. Then after i split with my ex girlfriend he decided to become friends with her and ditch me in an attempt to get into her knickers! When this attempt failed he tried running back to me, well this clown doesn’t associate with backstabbers ;)

Betrayal

When I’m loved I’m up,
Up out of bed getting whipped,
The whip is hard I’m out of bounds,
Above the ground but under the thumb,
Not dumb,
In a relationship, the ship is never sinking,
No point thinking,
It’s not gonna happen, crazy pattern,
Which you don’t like, get on your bike,
You have had your say, cycle away,
You just don’t like to see me happy,
Now im angry,
But your jealous, now good friendless,
Just a lonely person who needs to get laid,
like a middle aged woman with no man and no toys to play,
You could play with your xbox,
According to you my ex rocks,
Well you couldn’t be more wrong,
Then again two wrongs may make a right,
Both bad on my sight,
So i suggest you have a Muller Light instead of a kebab tonight,
Just some advice, I suggest you take it,
Making me irritated, Not anymore are you needed,
The only thing you need is a beating,
Like a heart, I hope it attacks, Fatal if that,
And if that happens I’m going to smile,
Cause the word on the street Karma’s been waiting for a while,
Now your fucked, outa luck,
I don’t care, Go over there,
Outa my face, As a friend your a disgrace,
Disgusting,
Your the worst thing i’ve ever put my trust in,
I engraved it into you like you were my diary,
Then over that little slag you had to lie to me,
Do the sly to me,
Your never going to be forgiven,
Now its time for me to relax,
Ive just ripped up our friendship like its a piece of paper,
So cry me a river and go and drown yourself in it later!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 25/10/11 :)

Left With Tina Turners Album

Background on this poem/freestyle/rhyme

I woke up this morning and thought it would be a good idea if i tried to make a freestyle poem before i had even left my bed to see if it would make my brain function better throughout the day and make the poetry i write later on that bit better! I woke up in a funny mood so this is more of a comedy freestyle, so don’t get offended by anything its just some fun :D

Left With Tina Turners Album

This rhyme has not got a meaning,
Like a woman, stick to the cleaning,
Screaming, like I’m on a roller coaster,
Or little girls seeing a Justin Bieber poster,
If your big I’ll toast ya,
If you’re a chicken I’ll roast ya,
Then ill feed you to my kittens,
They have cold paws, can’t find their mittens,
Good riddance, Gadaffi’s dead,
Found him in a tube, he made his own bed,
I enter a tube with lube,
I don’t want to be crude its rude,
Like running into a care home nude,
So I get naked,
Then get a kitten and shake it,
Irritate it,
Find a blackboard and with my finger nails scrape it,
Damn, now my middle nail I have injured it,
Disfigured it,
It’s now an emergency,
Really needing a shit adds to the urgency
So I found a donkey who gave me surgery,
Then he kicked me in the face and nicked my phone, burglary,
So I lay on the floor and nearly got hit by a woman driver,
She got out and said “Ouch you look sore, you’re lucky to be a survivor,”
She offered to take me home, I had to guide her,
I whispered in her ear that I wanted to divide her,
She went crazy, scarier than a spider,
Rammed lip-gloss in my mouth and stabbed me with her eye liner,
Called me a disgrace then chucked me out of the car and spat in my face,
There was me thinking she thought I was handsome,
Left me there clutching to her Tina Turner album,
Remember Donkeys are a phantom,
This freestyle has been a lot more than random =/  

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 21/10/11 :)

Trapped

Trapped

In my life now I’m in a dark murky place,
There seems to be no way out of this bleak confined space,
I’ve tried so hard to get over this hurdle,
My mind is scarred and my body is hurtful,
I’m not to blame for this mental tragedy,
Not much keeping me sane, people causing catastrophe,
Without these people my life would be splendid,
I want it to be peaceful, like God intended,
A horrible feeling of worry, pressure and hassle,
Life’s deplorable, I wish I was the king of my own castle,
This is an emotion that is just attached to my heart,
Hanging down from upon it, like it’s a piece of art,
The problem with this art is its dingy and black,
Tearing me apart, my brains under attack,
I feel helpless, someone move the obstruction,
leaving me breathless, This is basically abduction,
Hopefully my strength will get me through this torment,
Happiness at length,  just a part of life, an evil segment,
So the challenge is to break through this barricade,
So I’m going to charge forward and blow it up like a hand grenade,
People who relate to this you need to find your voice,
Don’t await bliss, but if you do that’s your choice…

A Poem By Corey Booth 20/10/11 :)

Score Settled (Enough of the serious heres some comedy)

Background Of This Rhyme/Poem/Rap

I found out my ex girlfriend has been telling everyone i made her have an abortion, even though she was using contraceptive all through our relationship and i don’t mean just one, she was on both the pill and the injection, so there is no way she could of been pregnant. Apparently i knew she was pregnant and told her i want nothing to do with the baby so she got rid of it, well actually i never heard about all these stupid accusations so its my time to set the record straight and because I’m cool I’m settling it in the form of a rhyme ;)

Score Settled

Ive heard enough, its time for me to settle the score,
I’m not gonna leave you run your mouth anymore,
So bitch sit down and listen,
I’m about to get lyrical,
Said there was something growing in your belly,
It must of been a fucking miracle,
You were on the pill and also the injection,
And you hardly ever sat on my erection even with all that contraceptive protection,
So bitch why say lies?
Its not my problem all them crisps were going to your thighs,
Including the pies, its obvious your stomach will grow before your eyes,
So the truth of the matter is you never had an abortion,
You just needed an excuse cause you were getting fat and out of proportion,
So take a hint telling lies is not good,
Neither was our relationship, i had to think of Elisha just to get wood!
But still i never treated you badly,
Cause if i did i would have cut you into little pieces and you would only be telling lies to physic sally,
So this is the end to the rumours but not to the abuse,
Whore you got to be kidding if you think I’m ever calling a truce,
Cause you have a concience and ive labelled it guilty,
So the jokes on you, your hate built me!

A Score Settling Poem By Corey Booth 20/10/11 :)