SOULS OF INK POETRY PRESENTS: DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR Back for his second appearance with BRPP Magazine, The Ghostwriter brings diversity to the front line... In the process of multiple upcoming projects such as Demonic Angel & MsSweetz' poetry books, a new poetry website with Justin Venom Waddle, and his sequel KJEII. The Ghostwriter took the time out to promote his poetry group "Souls Of Ink." With his main goal to get more people to read, he's on an motivational train to promote any and every way possible. This issue is filled with emotions deep down from
within some the most
talented writers. MsSweetz, Ladiiee Lyrical, Demonic a.k.a Babiluv and The Ghostwriter!!!
Demonic Angel a.k.a Babiluv Born and raised in the south Bronx. At age 15 moved to Bushwick, Brooklyn At age 9 she started writing her heart and soul on little scraps and in the back of composition notebooks. She continued to ink her childhood pain and loneliness. Her favorite poet was Edgar Allen Poe. She loved the morbidity of his poetry and felt Edgar was writing about her life in detail. Demonic Angel took a break in writing for 9 years due to struggling with bipolar and stress of being a young adult. By 27 she was back on the scene. Entering poetry groups and writing more rigorously than ever. Then she met Ghostwriter and he introduced Demonic Angel to Souls of Ink, a motivating poetry website on Facebook that features entrepreneurial artist. “I am a proud, expressive poet that
feels the need to be heard...�
Ladiiee Lyrical Born and raised in South Carolina, life’s struggles and pain and no one to talk to she began transferring it all into poetry. It started more in middle school, she began writing poetry, later becoming an upcoming artist/songwriter. With such a passion and crave for craft, she would read Edgar Allen Poe and Emily Dickerson as her favorites and many more. With no one to trust or talk to writing was the best way to channel all her pain into art. Ghostwriter had introduced her to souls of Ink years later while being inspiration and motivation with his own art allowing others to join in souls of Ink still a revolving Facebook poetry site, also where you can find most of their work.
MsSweetz Born in Orange County Virginia, A small country community, Sweetz started writing when she was in elementary school at age 6.She started writing more constructively around age 26. Her inspirations was always her family and friends. She attributes intelligence and word play to every poem she does. She took real life events and intertwined them into poems that touch you deep to your core.
Poetry By: Souls Of Ink ™NOTHING OVER LOYALTY By: Ladiiee Lyrical In this industry, its hard being a chick,my passion played with, I'm not with that sh*t, these men getting in their feelings, I'm rapping to you,no sexual healing,all about business, you ain’t Jesus then you kneeling, know to respect it, I am the one to check it, this ain't stevie and joseline on this record, don't mix business with pleasure, I been to freakin clever, touch this? You'll never, I'll change you up like the weather, Supposed to be a producer, only trying to seduce her, want to give me a dream, but at it's a cost, he lusting at the seems, cut from a different clothe, to gain the world, but lose your soul, you can keep that mixtape if that’s the toll, no deal, walk off cold, I'm not giving my all to get to the top, I'm going grind hard, it don't stop, my album is gone drop and when they on me hard, your names will never be mentioned, I'll give you equal opportunity, but lyrical intervention, you're about 60, there’s no more extensions,give it up thats what you get,karmas a b***h and you been hit, thank you for nothing because you ain’t ish, your dismissed...
™AMERICA By: MsSweetz, The Ghostwriter, Ladiiee Lyrical MsSweetz: America O America the land of the fake, they tell you that you can have it all, but remember the gain, they give it to take it away again, and show you that this land isn't free, we pay everyday to be here taxes for roads that never get fixed schools in demolition mode kids only getting hip, music industry polluting their young minds, and if that’s not enough they started the vines, the kids only see the messed up side, we see the economy and know that it is not alive, we see this generation and we call them bastards instead of trying to build them up, we throw them away exactly what society was trying to bring, they want our children gone, so we abort them when they preteen age, they let the block raise them and no daddies to tell them the fundamental things, they learn the world through hearing the music sing, creations of selfish indulgence beings, now they out every night hard to live right when the bills is due and kids need food and all you have ever heard to do was to take, now drink whats in this cup, now smoke some weed, cop them shoes, they the newest of the new, get that car with the big lips on the rims, even though you don’t own a home you styling on them, our perception of whats important has gotten madly miscrewed, we're believing everything we see on the news, they only giving us what they want us to see we believe it because it came on TV. LADIIEE LYRICAL: America,the homeland that's never been free,we don't even pledge allegiance, because there's no pledge to plea, teaching us to have stereotypes and racisms from the start,but then telling us we're wrong when we weren't a part, don't pass judgments on me because of history,one nation we shall stand and fight victory,wars rising,soldiers and victims dying,a point to prove we're trying, cops becoming villains,going around killing children, innocent yet a victim,the next generation growing up in fear,trying so hard to cross borders, cross over, when the grass ain’t really greener, the government just keeps closure, so Americans hold their composure when reality hits we just praying the world ain’t over. The Ghostwriter: What do I think, I say pluck the world, whats next, the cops won't be guilty until they kill a pregnant girl, it's outrageous, trigger fingers for the police must be getting contagious, First Trayvon then Mike Brown, who knows I could be next, in these projects and the way I dress I'm target I guess, profiling, no protective services I'm provided, but I'm guilty if I arm myself, for anyone or anything that’s in front of my chest with disrespect because he's depress and stress over some economy mess, Man its crazy you call 911 only to get arrested, and another black man in handcuffs is infectious, fighting for peace is relentless, these smiles are working close to my nerves like a dentist, America, how can we fix this, the human race will be the cause of its own destruction, new age lynching...
UPPER ECHELON By: MsSweetz, The Ghostwriter, Ladiiee Lyrical THE GHOSTWRITER: Team full of fuel, ready for any to duel, hard to digest like the truth when you chew, teachers of the craft like we invented the school, words that cover your spirit like a blood pool, were the goblins and goons, one poem can have you lifted like a typhoon, just don’t get fooled, were poets not puppets with metaphors they tend to confuse. LADIIEE LYRICAL: These b***hes hating because we cashing checks...and if any want to test, we got them tools on deck..but you can catch us chilling high off purp feelinG a like a villain..taking shots by the bar, they know who we are..just want to party an bullsh*t, but always on some of the realest...catching plays like I'm a dealer, that cocaine is a killer..have'em sprung doing the thriller..they know whats up when we hit the spot..YOLO is wHat we live by, you a lame if not..f**k blending in, when you're born to stand out..you got to shut them hating ass b***hes mouth, show'em what you about..chunk them deuces up you can get the f**k out if you ain't down... HA HA... Ms.Sweetz: They're all going to have something to say, saying "do you hear me?" while saying nothing at all, they all are going to hate while they mad they got to be hating at all, even some will be bold enough to look you in your face while planning with your money they ball, they look like friends while plotting on you together they tall, These the ones we see and they speak evil to your name, see you in the streets they in your face like fever on your brain, We laid backed to this we forever in this game. They only seeing the short haul we uhauling the lames, while they busy trying to come up with Mr. Me2s playing female mind games they so fake they masturbatin to the fame, See them one on one they keep on reciting what we say, we push through faster than Diesel fighting through the veins, keep you lower than the eyes after in makes it to your brain, we collide like the euphoria that takes over everything, then smash out in a all black SUV tinted to death, leave you hating they still wowing got them catching they breath...
™INDEPENDENT WOMAN By: Ladiiee Katherine Lyrical, MsSweetz & Babiluv BABILUV: Was always independent and on my own,Even I was fully grown,When I met you, you should've known,I don't need a man to hold my own,Not one to be dependent,i got my own money,watch me spend it,Never one to beg or ask for shit,My pride never allowed it,Raised from a different thread,I have a sturdy balanced head,Don't need someone to tell me what I can and cannot spend,My money,my independence to the very end,I love my own space,my own place,I refuse to let my independence be a waste LADIIEE LYRICAL: independent,The money, i spend it, the grind I’m in it, the hustle i get it, the struggle made me wise and life is what you make it, respect is a war sometimes u gotta take it, background is proof i do what i gotta do to get through, hustlers ambition, you can call it too, i hold my own that’s why it don’t come easy, but i stay loyal, mendecee, many want it but i float freely, woman gotta hold your own becuz what you allow will continue, and puttin up with unnecessary b/s i wont condone boo, so if you don’t have much to offer you can get off this choo choo...
MsSweetz: I dont need nothing from no one i harbor my own burdens i wear it proudly, something like how the bikers wear that vest, when i want something i want it for hold, I’m not interested in your position or roll,i want something more than what glimmers and gold,I want what money can't buy but I’m good alone,but still want to find that one incredible guy,fairy tale nah realistically,that hold down that feeling when you know,conversation on chill mode relaxation together combined combinations of experienced shared from each life,matching up life struggles like blunts in rotation,thoughts of the one lead to that chronic masturbation,know he out there but good alone,not rushing it but still wish for that come home ish ...
FIGHTING TEMPTATION By Ladiiee Lyrical & The Ghostwriter Ladiiee Lyrical: I see you been watching for a minute..so tell me wassup? Are you with it..because if all you want to do is hit it..then you can fall back or get with it just move on forget it..one of a kind, swagg so unfamiliar, these b***hes want my shine..these fellas see me as cocaine rollin with the dealer...i promise you ride or die it don't get no realer..lady in the streets, all about business and my money...so if you ain't lookin to invest, don’t look for nothing from me...
The Ghostwriter: Baby girl I want that white chocolate that’s rare and can't be found on a shelf, when I say spank I'm not talking about no belt, I always want you to be right let the others play left, you make me come alive and bring poetry back from death, you impulse it, don’t force it, just let us happen, I love it when look back as that thing keep clapping.... lol...
POETIC VEINS By: The Ghostwriter& Babiluv Babiluv: Grenade launcher in hand/ready to take out you and your man/shoot you where you stand/shoot first, question later/silent killer brains splatter, later hater/I'm always right no need for a debater/keep my circle small, no faker/talk slick tho and u will meet your maker/50 hollow points to your midsection/push your organs back, blood flowing in a new direction/when I'm done chop you up section by section/getting rid of you like a deadly infection/murder at Its finest, perfection...
The Ghostwriter: I'm sorry this is an addiction like a psychics prediction, a porn star's add-d*c-in, a scientist physicist, a comedians silliness, crushing on a hoe who want to settle down feelings, attacking Indians on pilgrims, C4 to city buildings, thinking I can take over the lease if I kick out all the tenants, never paying the government if the account is saying pending, dress like an asshole if everyone is wearing what's trending, the heat that's causing metal to keep bending, life stories where society is feeling I'm offending, freedom of speech is where I'm defending, then sending your attention where it's surrendering, how dare you say I need censoring, you don’t even back up your own words far as me remembering...
Welcome 2 My World By:MsSweetz & The Ghostwriter The Ghostwriter: Where people point the finger. Back stabbers, will murder you with a Banger. Will talk like they know you, treat you like a stranger. Hand shake you with a smile and let your emotions linger. Who I'm sexing, married too or where I am. Sorry what you want me to do, kick the can? I have been called everything in the book, you ungrateful actors. This world is filled with liars and rumors, its temporary like contractors. Gave life and took it, added up my bucks like a bookie. Put crumbs together made sure you had a whole Cookie. Down payments on a Honda accords& four doors. You must have got bored so I cut off our umbilical cord, now were no more. Senseless apes, that's good but I'm great. Nurture on your fruit juice, I'm trying to make wine out of grapes. Turn life into HD from VHS tapes. Foolish goons and selfish amateurs. Take your notes and pull out your cameras. This is the world as we know it, I’m just a biologist. Reality is a monster and I'm the mad scientist. MsSweetz: Welcome to my world, a conclusion to a under the cloud type rain, decision that i am facing, i already made the answer seem like they piercing and my heart seems like it full of gratitude, that's been changed over the years to desolate grounds no reasons for the eyes to drop the diamonds of emotions when that kind of pain won't let me live when the reason i give just don't add up and i rather just overfill my cup with happiness and reasons for laughter, deeper than grounds of solid marble higher than the oxygen that GOD partakes in wanting to be able to face him and say every gift you bestowed on me i used to the best of my ability, wasn't always for the positive gain sometimes my gift to the world came with the devils flame but yet I'm not ashamed based on the wrong does my good outweigh and since everyone on earth judges us will Gods judgment be the same, Eyes that never looked through God been standing here alone no one carrier me faith in something non visible and time to change conceivable but at times feel like that accomplishment i just can't make changing to me mostly seems fake my world to you is upside down but its because I’m never standing on the ground Terra Firma but up much higher lost and in hopes to never be found...
™VERSATILE By: Ladiiee Lyrical & The Ghostwriter The Ghostwriter: Majestic, thoughts that are arrested, society of the sexes, making love for breakfast, rip out the pages from the stories of Texas, random order assassinate everyone on the checklist, Dam shes fine, Yeah, my 2015 Lexus, her body is reckless, and these thoughts are restless... Ladiiee Lyrical: Beauty and the beast, well known in these streets..bonnie and clyde got nothing on you & me..living 50 shades of grey, while i bite on these sheets...leave you lost in deja vu when you entering me...making love reckless done signed'em off on the checklist hit it and quit it and your thoughts still restless... The Ghostwriter: We go tic for tat but its over when I apply my tongue to your back, pulling out the goodies from back pack, sexuality, the mode is on attack, picking up your heart from where many have lacked, and I'm coming threw with your needs and wants in a 18 wheeler mac, matter fact, hop on, ride my soul for the rest of your life, yeah its gamble but I'll blow and roll the dice... Ladiiee Lyrical: High off this green..sex game is mean..he call me a freak because I done cut a scene...go ahead and roll the dice, I'll ride it twice, that’s on eternity i want you for life,tonight,just the night I been thinking all day how to get you right, sweat dripping, on that Gin tripping, rubbing your head while your tongue dipping in that wet wet it got you sipping...scratchin your back, gripping your body with my thighs, drunk on love and on your body so high...reaching that moment you look in my face and ask me how eternity taste..
™NEW BEGINNINGS By: MsSweetz & The Ghostwriter THE GHOSTWRITER: Straight to the point my enemies can die slow, all on fb looking to hate as they down scroll, yeah my own girls call me an A whole, so its no more kiss my ass, its suck on my egg roll, not into jewelry but a fetish with rose gold, I’m trying to find a good woman, tired lusting these doo doo's, i memorize my past when i capture it in photos, unselfish, I’m going to publish the whole team, I’m just a money train trying to pull along our dreams... Ms.Sweetz: on one page i rip it like jay-z at his height of his career, no rapper but my words stay unwrapped like I have no fear, ill get in front of God and tell him I’m here, if i don’t make it up there with the Goody Goodies, i ain’t scared, id look at hell, and tell the Devil I’m running shit from now on, you might as go ahead and pray bc Sweetz about to be on...
™DON'T PLAY The Ghostwriter & Ms.Sweetz Ms.Sweetz: My whole team will murder you poetically you wishing poetic justice, but this isn't no Janet Jackson flick when we make them spread thin like mustard, i send them to the deli then have them wrapped like sandwiches, ingest them and throw up articulate language with the best of them..
THE GHOSTWRITER: Eating other poets, I’m the Chef... Lyrical word play, expressin my gust, like a squirrel with a attitude I’m dropping my nuts, I’m gone start directing replies and cause disrespectful cuts, Screw you selfish bastards, you're a human walking mutt, come look in my cup I gotta drink of ass whippin, or it can get street and we can shoot shots like Scottie Pippen, walk with me but I'll let you guide you, you never know it might be your enemy with the same dreams as you...
™UNCOMMITTED By: TH€ GHاTWRÏT€R Couldn't handle the distance, then we got distant,loyalty and protocols got screwed up and missing, love machine blew its pistons, made me think of life changes and becoming a full blown Christian, weight of the world was to heavy to be lifting, farther away from me you started drifting, hearts started ripping, you moved on but I wasn't tripping, no longer from the same glass we were sipping, remember when we made it official at the door in the kitchen, man just thinking about the times we had, losing your fiancee makes the love story sing a song of the blues on sad....
IN THE MIRROR By: The Ghostwriter & Demonic Angel a.k.a Babiluv DEMONIC ANGEL: I stare in the mirror and see a complete stranger/unrecognizable hate and anger/seething threw my veins, am i in danger?/cutting myself with the edge of a hanger/soulless spirits live in this vessel of mine/whispering sinister thoughts into my mind/innocence gone like the lost of a girl's virginity/i feel the evil within this vicinity/lost souls like strippers who dance in sin city/i don’t ask for ur sympathy or pity/permanent scars remind me of my mental struggle/still trying to rise above the rubble/i’m on my own in this bubble/not even the sweetest soul can save me from this trouble THE GHOSTWRITER: The man in the mirror with a background that's a darkside,a throw away with no miles parked outside, horns and fangs with actions that are strange, cold-hearted so long it turn into ice sickles that hang, the voices just alarm and ring, reality grabs you by the ankles and clang, mean while I'm holding it all in and not saying a thing, ready for the controversy or wherever my decisions may bring, seeing your own reflection, sanity is your protection, bifocal your future threw pupils, trying to settle mutual from brutal, in the fast lane from neutral, this person is a spitting image of me, such a beautiful day but I'm feeling ugly.. .
™POUNDER Demonic Angel a.k.a Babiluv I sit on this bench watching the leaves fall down I watch as kids play with an upside down frown I see the squirrels quarrying over a walnut I look over and see a thug rolling a blunt I hear the viejos playing bones, yelling capicu The sounds of an old woman sneezing, ahh choo Looking at the sky as the many birds fly by Wait, is that a kitten cry? I watch as the mom comes by to see why Thought in my mind silent Never knew my brain could be quiet I relax and don't try to fight it Enjoying this moment with nature A moment without being in danger A second without thinking about failure Inhaling what I now know as peace Allowing my inner me to be release...
™UNRAVELED By:MsSweetz Maybe I am wasting my time, underline of souls bent in a way of unconsciousness..With frustrations at our fingertips, Love submerged into a deep sea of passionate reasoning, without hesitating for the being of why… considering life with one another or on deeper lines, could bring more days of sun filled rays upon us, but the arguments leave us now improving, building but not intertwining our growth together, time to hold one another but the love just is not showing, How do you escape past transgressions? The look in your eyes tell me that no matter how much I try that my efforts of passionate love and trust will never be recognized, and even though wasting time is all that it seems I’m doing I’m trying to make a relationship that is sturdy enough that even the big bad wolf himself could not tear down I am slowly feeling you out with feeling that I have previously already given out to someone with the same promises you have made same smile and same games… yet you still accuse me of not wanting what I want, not showing compassion when all I can put up in this exterior It’s not a front, interior lovely and the smile mask the pain eyes tell it all but I keep them covered with darker designer frames my sacred heart to blame, my relentless thoughts of the worlds perception of the perfect man, mixed with the rewinds of time lost on others, Mind crying like actions have to speak louder than words Heart saying its not important what is heard but what is felt, the goosebumps that provide the perception of lovers that’s dealt...