Stunting poem
10-12-2008, 01:26 AM
#21
What happened to my blox?
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Re: Stunting poem
i can edit it, so it flows completely and send you a copy. i didnt want to edit your work to much for fear of upsetting you. let me know if youre interested.
10-12-2008, 02:13 AM
#22
Registered User
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Oak Creek, Wi
Age: 36
Posts: 106
Re: Stunting poem
yea didnt mean to be a dick... thats what you get for coming home on a friday night and goin on the computer... poetrys not my thing... but tupac was in ballet so theres prolly some pretty tough dudes that right poetry
10-12-2008, 03:11 AM
#23
What happened to my blox?
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10-12-2008, 04:48 AM
#24
Livin the nightmare
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Ft. Collins, CO
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Re: Stunting poem
Got one more for ya'll- this was written by an old rider on our team. He gave it to me but i never did anything with it. This sound like a good place for it though so here we go:
You know its not about me,
its about the game, its about the pain, and the way the image hangs
inside you,
inside your brain, like walking thru a mine field, and we state our claim
"its not about us",
its not about the fame, its a very crazy lifestyle, but can't you see the shame,
if to relinquish
that right to feel alive, to give up on oursleves and give up on the drive
that sends us
riding out into the night, into the lots as if looking for a fight,
and we play,
we play that game, the game that makes our suicidal name,
you see it drives us
wildly into mindless passion, we crave the adreneline as if its some sort of ration
that feeds us
like food for our mind, fuel for our soul creating fire in our spine,
its foolish,
but more to assume; assume that we crave self perpetuated doom,
and hear this,
if you only learn one thing, its not about us, but more the self inflicted sting,
its the feeling,
that addictive drain, a bold motivation that can only be explained,
like this:
if you had one last chance, one last push or one last dance,
would you fight?
would you leave it all on the line? Could you face your fears and dig inside to find
that life,
life without limits, to be free of yourself, just livin for the minute,
YES! and here we are,
never to be forgotten, the sport, the name, while accused of bein rotten,
and we thrive,
even if only for a while, life on one wheel, its a suicidal lifestyle.
Poetry ain't really my thing but hell I didn't think it was all that bad for a high school drop out. Post up some feed back if you want and I'll have the guy check it out - i think he was gonna do somethin like streetfightz did and put it on a shirt or somethin, who knows.
You know its not about me,
its about the game, its about the pain, and the way the image hangs
inside you,
inside your brain, like walking thru a mine field, and we state our claim
"its not about us",
its not about the fame, its a very crazy lifestyle, but can't you see the shame,
if to relinquish
that right to feel alive, to give up on oursleves and give up on the drive
that sends us
riding out into the night, into the lots as if looking for a fight,
and we play,
we play that game, the game that makes our suicidal name,
you see it drives us
wildly into mindless passion, we crave the adreneline as if its some sort of ration
that feeds us
like food for our mind, fuel for our soul creating fire in our spine,
its foolish,
but more to assume; assume that we crave self perpetuated doom,
and hear this,
if you only learn one thing, its not about us, but more the self inflicted sting,
its the feeling,
that addictive drain, a bold motivation that can only be explained,
like this:
if you had one last chance, one last push or one last dance,
would you fight?
would you leave it all on the line? Could you face your fears and dig inside to find
that life,
life without limits, to be free of yourself, just livin for the minute,
YES! and here we are,
never to be forgotten, the sport, the name, while accused of bein rotten,
and we thrive,
even if only for a while, life on one wheel, its a suicidal lifestyle.
Poetry ain't really my thing but hell I didn't think it was all that bad for a high school drop out. Post up some feed back if you want and I'll have the guy check it out - i think he was gonna do somethin like streetfightz did and put it on a shirt or somethin, who knows.
Last edited by JoeT.; 10-12-2008 at 04:54 AM.
10-12-2008, 12:34 PM
#27
Regular StuntLifer
Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: clarksville TN
Posts: 506
Re: Stunting poem
yea sock i was talkn to u and im glad that that guy said hes bad and tupac was a great poet, he was a better poet than rapper and anyone thinks hes gay well ur a ***...u know tupac and biggie went to heven right...? they both had faith.......(faith the singer lol if u didnt know)
10-12-2008, 04:58 PM
#29
A.K.A. Johnny Xtreme
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Eagle River, AK, usa
Age: 40
Posts: 280
Re: Stunting poem
Got one more for ya'll- this was written by an old rider on our team. He gave it to me but i never did anything with it. This sound like a good place for it though so here we go:
You know its not about me,
its about the game, its about the pain, and the way the image hangs
inside you,
inside your brain, like walking thru a mine field, and we state our claim
"its not about us",
its not about the fame, its a very crazy lifestyle, but can't you see the shame,
if to relinquish
that right to feel alive, to give up on oursleves and give up on the drive
that sends us
riding out into the night, into the lots as if looking for a fight,
and we play,
we play that game, the game that makes our suicidal name,
you see it drives us
wildly into mindless passion, we crave the adreneline as if its some sort of ration
that feeds us
like food for our mind, fuel for our soul creating fire in our spine,
its foolish,
but more to assume; assume that we crave self perpetuated doom,
and hear this,
if you only learn one thing, its not about us, but more the self inflicted sting,
its the feeling,
that addictive drain, a bold motivation that can only be explained,
like this:
if you had one last chance, one last push or one last dance,
would you fight?
would you leave it all on the line? Could you face your fears and dig inside to find
that life,
life without limits, to be free of yourself, just livin for the minute,
YES! and here we are,
never to be forgotten, the sport, the name, while accused of bein rotten,
and we thrive,
even if only for a while, life on one wheel, its a suicidal lifestyle.
Poetry ain't really my thing but hell I didn't think it was all that bad for a high school drop out. Post up some feed back if you want and I'll have the guy check it out - i think he was gonna do somethin like streetfightz did and put it on a shirt or somethin, who knows.
You know its not about me,
its about the game, its about the pain, and the way the image hangs
inside you,
inside your brain, like walking thru a mine field, and we state our claim
"its not about us",
its not about the fame, its a very crazy lifestyle, but can't you see the shame,
if to relinquish
that right to feel alive, to give up on oursleves and give up on the drive
that sends us
riding out into the night, into the lots as if looking for a fight,
and we play,
we play that game, the game that makes our suicidal name,
you see it drives us
wildly into mindless passion, we crave the adreneline as if its some sort of ration
that feeds us
like food for our mind, fuel for our soul creating fire in our spine,
its foolish,
but more to assume; assume that we crave self perpetuated doom,
and hear this,
if you only learn one thing, its not about us, but more the self inflicted sting,
its the feeling,
that addictive drain, a bold motivation that can only be explained,
like this:
if you had one last chance, one last push or one last dance,
would you fight?
would you leave it all on the line? Could you face your fears and dig inside to find
that life,
life without limits, to be free of yourself, just livin for the minute,
YES! and here we are,
never to be forgotten, the sport, the name, while accused of bein rotten,
and we thrive,
even if only for a while, life on one wheel, its a suicidal lifestyle.
Poetry ain't really my thing but hell I didn't think it was all that bad for a high school drop out. Post up some feed back if you want and I'll have the guy check it out - i think he was gonna do somethin like streetfightz did and put it on a shirt or somethin, who knows.
I just jumped in this threat an I have to say this poem describes exactly how I feel about stuntin. I can't get over the adreneline I get from it and the drive to learn new tricks. I get done on some poetry and that was a good one.
10-12-2008, 07:52 PM
#31
Livin the nightmare
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Ft. Collins, CO
Age: 40
Posts: 174
Re: Stunting poem
yeah its pretty good if you take your time and think about it for a minute. I'll let him know he's gettin props out here. Post it up somewhere else if you want... **** maybe it'll get big haha.
10-12-2008, 08:45 PM
#33
Livin the nightmare
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Ft. Collins, CO
Age: 40
Posts: 174
Re: Stunting poem
Its cool but I cant take credit for it man - an old teammate of mine wrote it like two years ago. He dont even ride anymore, he works at a ****** Wal Mart distributing Center now movin boxes all day haha, he shoulda been a writer I guess. I'll let him know you like it though.
Last edited by JoeT.; 10-12-2008 at 08:48 PM.
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