After the Bell

Find the rage and summons the hate.
No words need be spoken,
with our fists we'll settle this debate.

I have no hate for you,
yet the weak will never win.

The muscles could find no mercy,
its what the mind would never give.

Move faster, puncher harder
Find the greatness, it is there its always been.
He is weak, punch him harder
Win, win, WIN!

Rockin' :boxing:

After the Bell

Find the rage and summons the hate.
No words need be spoken,
with our fists we'll settle this debate.

I have no hate for you,
yet the weak will never win.

The muscles could find no mercy,
its what the mind would never give.

Move faster, puncher harder
Find the greatness, it is there its always been.
He is weak, punch him harder
Win, win, WIN!

Rockin' :boxing:
Good shit Rockster.

A lyrical dexterity of the like I have never before seen.

Post some more Rockin'. You can be boxingscenes very own poet laureate.

:boxing:

After the Bell

Find the rage and summons the hate.
No words need be spoken,
with our fists we'll settle this debate.

I have no hate for you,
yet the weak will never win.

The muscles could find no mercy,
its what the mind would never give.

Move faster, puncher harder
Find the greatness, it is there its always been.
He is weak, punch him harder
Win, win, WIN!

Rockin' :boxing:


Very, very nice. I've written poetry and songs before, but nothing like that.

thats good man

Rockin you creative bastard you inspired me to have a little go of me own...and **** rhyming couplets!

Fists of fury fly ferociously through the sweat drenched air
Gasping for breath the left hook connects
Lights flash through blurred eyes as the floor meets the face
Crowd roar drowning out numbers 1 to ten

Raised; groggy thoughts subsiding
Re-emerged into the scorching fury of battle
Heart pounding pain per beats yet still defy defeat
Swift counterattack to fearlessly fight dishonour

Combinations bouncing off chin and ribs
Crunching bones, tearing skin and bruising flesh
Blood drips from the ropes
The crowd bays for a brain rattling conclusion


I got bored after that :(

A lyrical dexterity of the like I have never before seen.

Post some more Rockin'. You can be boxingscenes very own poet laureate.

:boxing:

I am sure that Rockin' would be happy for the compliment.

rockin can u mc/rap? write a lyric

rockin can u mc/rap? write a lyric
I can...wanna see some of me lyrics?

Rockin doesnt live here any more.

Yes, I can write.

I can...wanna see some of me lyrics?
yeh man :boxing:

yeh man :boxing:
Here you go then...just something I jotted down yesterday:

My alarm interupts dreams
Morning glory stands tall, the lust gleams
Later get on the bus with pram pushing teens
Read the paper
Grannies getting rushed by fiends
At work, slave to a wage
Saying "yes boss" but inside i rave and rage
Staring eagerly.... clock watching
It's a race and I brought me stop watch in
Stuck in these impotent days
Nothings black and white, just hopeless greys
To me this world a ****ing oddity
Where waters an exploited commodity
Soon we'll pay for the air we breathe
Go consult with the Reaper if you dare to leave

actually not bad,i thought u was jokin,well in ;)

I'm a regular poetic mother****er is I.

u is :cool:

Nothings black and white, just hopeless greys



I'd get that copywritten.

Ok, i wana go i wana go.
This is wat im thinking, the moment of being knocked out. Those 10 seconds of lost time and oblivion.

The Fight Begins. by Ruby Be-Bop
The floor rushes at me
The impact
And silence
For a moment all is still
Im numb
Im nowhere
Neither down nor up
Weightless in the dark.

Relaxed
I know I shouldnt be
My instincts awaken
And my fight begins
Sound and light flood in
Overwhelming
Roaring crowds, blinding brightness
Im down
I know it now
My lifeless body
Crushed against the floor
I struggle to rise
I struggle to focus
Trying to hide my weakness
Everything battles agaisnt me
My body has become enemy

The shapes take form
And the noises turn to voices
Numbers grow higher
They outspeed me
My will has no effect
The count rises
But I cannot
The screams rise
But I fail to.
Oh bollocks, my wife aint gonna be pleased!

I cant think of a decent ending.

Ok, i wana go i wana go.
This is wat im thinking, the moment of being knocked out. Those 10 seconds of lost time and oblivion.

The Fight Begins. by Ruby Be-Bop
The floor rushes at me
The impact
And silence
For a moment all is still
Im numb
Im nowhere
Neither down nor up
Weightless in the dark.

Relaxed
I know I shouldnt be
My instincts awaken
And my fight begins
Sound and light flood in
Overwhelming
Roaring crowds, blinding brightness
Im down
I know it now
My lifeless body
Crushed against the floor
I struggle to rise
I struggle to focus
Trying to hide my weakness
Everything battles agaisnt me
My body has become enemy

The shapes take form
And the noises turn to voices
Numbers grow higher
They outspeed me
My will has no effect
The count rises
But I cannot
The screams rise
But I fail to.
Oh bollocks, my wife aint gonna be pleased!

I cant think of a decent ending.


wow Bobby, i just came in my pants that was so good.

Rockin' u got mad skillz on that mic

inspiring stuff lads..well done..

thats cracker mate

..............:banana: ...............:banana: ............:banana:

Here you go then...just something I jotted down yesterday:

My alarm interupts dreams
Morning glory stands tall, the lust gleams
Later get on the bus with pram pushing teens
Read the paper
Grannies getting rushed by fiends
At work, slave to a wage
Saying "yes boss" but inside i rave and rage
Staring eagerly.... clock watching
It's a race and I brought me stop watch in
Stuck in these impotent days
Nothings black and white, just hopeless greys
To me this world a ****ing oddity
Where waters an exploited commodity
Soon we'll pay for the air we breathe
Go consult with the Reaper if you dare to leave

http://img417.imageshack.us/img417/4768/blinkbluewv8.gif

Hey, this is all some good stuff.

umm...were not all hopless. http://img417.imageshack.us/img417/9622/mellowfp8.gif

The sun has risen, same as before
The fighter has risen, he is trained as he must.
Its the light that reflects the image, the struggle and glory
Returning from the light the fighter knows he was "touched".

Rockin':boxing: