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We are sucked into the toe
a creeping silent body
We were stolen
Girls, Nigeria
Stolen
We cry
We know
We are alone
Is any body out there!
a creeping silent body
We were stolen
Girls, Nigeria
Stolen
We cry
We know
We are alone
Is any body out there!
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
300 Lost
Golf
I have gotten birdies
That is one stroke under par
I got them on par 3 and par 4 holes
I have yet to get one on a par 5 hole
An eagle is two strokes under par
Don't have any of them yet
An albatross or a double eagle is three strokes under par
A condor is a hole in one on a par 5 hole
Condors are the rarest, though a horseshoe shaped hole can yield one
I have been out twice this year
I have two birdies so far
Both on the same hole
#5 at Lacoma in East Dubuque, Illinois
On the par 3 course
I paid $7.00 to golf 18 holes walking
This course doesn't allow any golf carts
Needless to say it is usually wide open
I had the whole course to myself that day
Though it was cold and windy
The other 36 holes were pretty busy
That is one stroke under par
I got them on par 3 and par 4 holes
I have yet to get one on a par 5 hole
An eagle is two strokes under par
Don't have any of them yet
An albatross or a double eagle is three strokes under par
A condor is a hole in one on a par 5 hole
Condors are the rarest, though a horseshoe shaped hole can yield one
I have been out twice this year
I have two birdies so far
Both on the same hole
#5 at Lacoma in East Dubuque, Illinois
On the par 3 course
I paid $7.00 to golf 18 holes walking
This course doesn't allow any golf carts
Needless to say it is usually wide open
I had the whole course to myself that day
Though it was cold and windy
The other 36 holes were pretty busy
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Love that frustrating game of golf, though I have to admit I love to drive the golf cart!
hold my hand love
taking your hand
walking together
wanting to
get to know
you better
i know life
has been tough
with you darling
as it has been with me
wish i had met you
many years ago
i love you
so very much
wanting so much
to hold you
i am trying
so hard to listen
wanting to
understand you
cherishing every moment
i care so much
holding you
inside a dream
with one promise
of a better place
sweet baby love
holding you darling
with the warmest hugs
hot honey from
the deepest chambers
i wish for you
only happiness
if only i could
take away all pain
ease the suffering
look after you
as you would me
take it
unto myself
as i really do
love you
for you
sweet angel
i believe
in many things
truly believing
in you princes
our love
is strong
walking together
wanting to
get to know
you better
i know life
has been tough
with you darling
as it has been with me
wish i had met you
many years ago
i love you
so very much
wanting so much
to hold you
i am trying
so hard to listen
wanting to
understand you
cherishing every moment
i care so much
holding you
inside a dream
with one promise
of a better place
sweet baby love
holding you darling
with the warmest hugs
hot honey from
the deepest chambers
i wish for you
only happiness
if only i could
take away all pain
ease the suffering
look after you
as you would me
take it
unto myself
as i really do
love you
for you
sweet angel
i believe
in many things
truly believing
in you princes
our love
is strong
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Posted: Mar 2014
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The Walls of Jericho…
So the people shouted when [the priests] blew with the trumpets: and it came to pass, when the people heard the sound of the trumpet, and the people shouted with a great shout, that the wall fell down flat, so that the people went up into the city, every man straight before him, and they took the city.
Joshua 6:20
For innumerable reasons, we build walls around us,
The kind of walls that keep those around us at arm’s length,
Why?
We fear being misunderstood, we fear being mocked, we fear being ostracized, ridiculed, left out, the list is long and arduous…,
So, we become expert wall-builders,
The proverbial Fort Knox has nothing on some of us man,
Women are not so much into this as men are[please, of course god knows, women do it too, anyhow, men are more intense wall-builders]…
I was watching one of my favourite TV shows, ‘Parenthood’ when I noticed tears just streaming down my face,
Tears for a life that feels like it lost its way somewhere along its long journey,
Tears for a life that has so many regrets,
Tears for a life that still wants to experience so much more,
But, most of all, tears for a life that’s well and securely hidden and closely guarded by its ‘walls of Jericho’,
Tears for a life that wants to come out of hiding,
And bloom like a desert flower after the first rains of summer…
This, of course, got me thinking…,
Why am I still behind my walls of Jericho?
During the rare times when I open up and let the ‘tourists’ get a ‘whiff’ of the authentic me, people close to me look at me as if they’ve just seen me for the first time, and all kinds of accolades come rushing at me,
Whether it’s a speech I’ve just given,
A dance I’ve just danced,
A book I’ve just published,
An invalid I helped leave their chair forever[using naturopathy, my beloved profession, please no televangelist healings here, though, bless them who do that too, why not?],
And yet, and yet,
I immediately go back into hiding…
I don’t want to do that anymore,
I’m tired of hiding,
I want to commune with my fellows,
I want to ‘come out and play’,
I want to be me,
I want my walls of Jericho to come crashing down and stay down,
I want to push my shoulders back, straighten up, look the world in the eye,
And say:-
‘Hi, world, here I am and this is what I want!!! Anyone for a spot of Earl-grey tea?’
Joshua 6:20
For innumerable reasons, we build walls around us,
The kind of walls that keep those around us at arm’s length,
Why?
We fear being misunderstood, we fear being mocked, we fear being ostracized, ridiculed, left out, the list is long and arduous…,
So, we become expert wall-builders,
The proverbial Fort Knox has nothing on some of us man,
Women are not so much into this as men are[please, of course god knows, women do it too, anyhow, men are more intense wall-builders]…
I was watching one of my favourite TV shows, ‘Parenthood’ when I noticed tears just streaming down my face,
Tears for a life that feels like it lost its way somewhere along its long journey,
Tears for a life that has so many regrets,
Tears for a life that still wants to experience so much more,
But, most of all, tears for a life that’s well and securely hidden and closely guarded by its ‘walls of Jericho’,
Tears for a life that wants to come out of hiding,
And bloom like a desert flower after the first rains of summer…
This, of course, got me thinking…,
Why am I still behind my walls of Jericho?
During the rare times when I open up and let the ‘tourists’ get a ‘whiff’ of the authentic me, people close to me look at me as if they’ve just seen me for the first time, and all kinds of accolades come rushing at me,
Whether it’s a speech I’ve just given,
A dance I’ve just danced,
A book I’ve just published,
An invalid I helped leave their chair forever[using naturopathy, my beloved profession, please no televangelist healings here, though, bless them who do that too, why not?],
And yet, and yet,
I immediately go back into hiding…
I don’t want to do that anymore,
I’m tired of hiding,
I want to commune with my fellows,
I want to ‘come out and play’,
I want to be me,
I want my walls of Jericho to come crashing down and stay down,
I want to push my shoulders back, straighten up, look the world in the eye,
And say:-
‘Hi, world, here I am and this is what I want!!! Anyone for a spot of Earl-grey tea?’
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Posted: Nov 2013
Post CommentTomorrow
They don't care about life
They hold the living in contempt
They watch the helpless suffer
Weighing them down
On their knees…
Begging
And for what?
A little bit of something
Amounting to nothing
Keeps a small stomach churning
At least one more day
While the world spins
Unbalanced on its axis
Tomorrow… those who decide what to do
Will do so
After continental breakfasts
Served up
Upon laps of luxury
Charged to executive suites
Occupied by one
Big enough for twenty
Paid for by small cogs
In a system run by big wheels
While limos arrive
Furnished like penthouses
As the down trodden look on
No time to comfort their spirits
Deep inside guilty pockets
Hypocrisy searches for loose change
As Morning coffee awaits
So much to discuss
Ideas will be digested and regurgitated
Lunch is already being prepared
They hold the living in contempt
They watch the helpless suffer
Weighing them down
On their knees…
Begging
And for what?
A little bit of something
Amounting to nothing
Keeps a small stomach churning
At least one more day
While the world spins
Unbalanced on its axis
Tomorrow… those who decide what to do
Will do so
After continental breakfasts
Served up
Upon laps of luxury
Charged to executive suites
Occupied by one
Big enough for twenty
Paid for by small cogs
In a system run by big wheels
While limos arrive
Furnished like penthouses
As the down trodden look on
No time to comfort their spirits
Deep inside guilty pockets
Hypocrisy searches for loose change
As Morning coffee awaits
So much to discuss
Ideas will be digested and regurgitated
Lunch is already being prepared
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Posted: Apr 2014
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Man in the Mirror
You used a bible to speak of our creation.
Knowing well you used it for psychological manipulation.
Creating turmoil among our nations.
Convincing people to invest in the inflation.
Why are such evil men in power?
Exploiting our resources, while we watch them devour.
Devour all that is precious within the passing hour.
If karma had a taste for them the taste would be so sour.
They watch us starve and wallow in melancholy.
Taking it all in to have a blast; Xanax, tramadol and molly.
The reality is that we buy in to their game.
Hate each other when our predicaments the same.
They break us down just like they broke down our mothers.
They taught us to hate but it’s up to us to learn to be lovers.
So before you point the finger start to see things clearer.
First learn to fix the man in the mirror.
Knowing well you used it for psychological manipulation.
Creating turmoil among our nations.
Convincing people to invest in the inflation.
Why are such evil men in power?
Exploiting our resources, while we watch them devour.
Devour all that is precious within the passing hour.
If karma had a taste for them the taste would be so sour.
They watch us starve and wallow in melancholy.
Taking it all in to have a blast; Xanax, tramadol and molly.
The reality is that we buy in to their game.
Hate each other when our predicaments the same.
They break us down just like they broke down our mothers.
They taught us to hate but it’s up to us to learn to be lovers.
So before you point the finger start to see things clearer.
First learn to fix the man in the mirror.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
thoughts....Where are we now?
We’re too busy glorifying the wrong things.
Complain about the headaches in the morning.
Then we pray up to heaven.
Hoping that we’ll impress our reverend.
Yet we never look internally
For bliss in our eternity.
Kiss the wrong lips cause it brings us ecstasy.
Cooking up the wrong recipes
That destroys our vicinity.
Self destruction till infinity
Demanding change from those in power.
Is only gonna leave us all devoured
By the same men we’re asking for a helping hand.
Those same men that spread fear across the land.
Allowing only poison in our minds and bodies.
Popping coke, xanies, and meth disguised as molly.
Never questioning, only following.
Alcohol we’re swallowing
Because if we don’t we’re inferior.
Dying slow from the brandy burning our interior.
I mean man look at our position
Change is screaming at us but we choose not to listen.
Too busy fighting off our opposition.
Then kill each other when we go insane in prison.
Where the f*ck did that get us?
Holding 40’s and Berettas?
Legs are tired from only chasing cheddar.
I thought by now we’d move on to something better.
Guess I was wrong…..
Complain about the headaches in the morning.
Then we pray up to heaven.
Hoping that we’ll impress our reverend.
Yet we never look internally
For bliss in our eternity.
Kiss the wrong lips cause it brings us ecstasy.
Cooking up the wrong recipes
That destroys our vicinity.
Self destruction till infinity
Demanding change from those in power.
Is only gonna leave us all devoured
By the same men we’re asking for a helping hand.
Those same men that spread fear across the land.
Allowing only poison in our minds and bodies.
Popping coke, xanies, and meth disguised as molly.
Never questioning, only following.
Alcohol we’re swallowing
Because if we don’t we’re inferior.
Dying slow from the brandy burning our interior.
I mean man look at our position
Change is screaming at us but we choose not to listen.
Too busy fighting off our opposition.
Then kill each other when we go insane in prison.
Where the f*ck did that get us?
Holding 40’s and Berettas?
Legs are tired from only chasing cheddar.
I thought by now we’d move on to something better.
Guess I was wrong…..
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Just that stagnant feeling you get sometimesJust a daily routine
It was a Sunday morning.
Just woke up yawning.
Wiped my face and
Went downstairs racing
To see what my boy was doing.
ESPN on the tv, my boys talking a language in which I was fluent.
Said was up to the homeboys.
Right then and there my boy got a call from a known voice.
The voice said “yo I need to make a delivery
To high street, 383”
That was the address.
But my nigga was taking care of his kid, he was under mad stress.
So he asked me for the favor.
I said, “Say no more homie”, grabbed the molly, “see ya later”.
Stuffed the molly in the knapsack
Smelt some mary jane in the air, “yo homie pass that”
Took 2 tokes and I was outtie
Started walking towards the address, walked past a few shortys
Broke my neck a few times
Had the headphones in with the instrumentals started busting a few rhymes .
Was at the spot in no time, just the daily routine.
Or so it seemed.
383 dangling from the structure of the house.
Knocked on the door and the girl that answered knew what I was about.
So she let me in.
She was sexy, I was dreaming about getting it in.
Then I realized who was in the apartment
Saw a skinny kid in the living room, starving..
He was crying his eyes out
The price is the only thing she was tryna find out.
$100 dollars was what she owed me.
But I couldn’t stop staring at the lil homie.
Just woke up yawning.
Wiped my face and
Went downstairs racing
To see what my boy was doing.
ESPN on the tv, my boys talking a language in which I was fluent.
Said was up to the homeboys.
Right then and there my boy got a call from a known voice.
The voice said “yo I need to make a delivery
To high street, 383”
That was the address.
But my nigga was taking care of his kid, he was under mad stress.
So he asked me for the favor.
I said, “Say no more homie”, grabbed the molly, “see ya later”.
Stuffed the molly in the knapsack
Smelt some mary jane in the air, “yo homie pass that”
Took 2 tokes and I was outtie
Started walking towards the address, walked past a few shortys
Broke my neck a few times
Had the headphones in with the instrumentals started busting a few rhymes .
Was at the spot in no time, just the daily routine.
Or so it seemed.
383 dangling from the structure of the house.
Knocked on the door and the girl that answered knew what I was about.
So she let me in.
She was sexy, I was dreaming about getting it in.
Then I realized who was in the apartment
Saw a skinny kid in the living room, starving..
He was crying his eyes out
The price is the only thing she was tryna find out.
$100 dollars was what she owed me.
But I couldn’t stop staring at the lil homie.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
It's more of a rap for fun but it's a true storyOnline madness...
Whenever I write you,
I get blue,
whenever you write me,
You get something free,
However they rant and rave,
it's always about what the fave',
Whatever they say or do it's always about being true,
But reality dictates today,
One MUST get their way,
Male or female it's their say,
Versus truth and personal disarray,
I'd have to think it's a lonely world gone astray.
Online madness,
offline secrecy,
NSA and Obama-nation mess,
Political savvy or interests made personal,
everyone is in for their own distress.
Don't lie to me and others if you're not sincere,
Just go get your highball wine or beer,
Drugs are the demise of humanity and society,
when will we ever learn of this contrived insanity?
When the world comes to an end what will you be,
oversexed and buzzed from all the being "free"!
Who are you and what shall we be...
no more lies cheating and devised excused away triviality.
I get blue,
whenever you write me,
You get something free,
However they rant and rave,
it's always about what the fave',
Whatever they say or do it's always about being true,
But reality dictates today,
One MUST get their way,
Male or female it's their say,
Versus truth and personal disarray,
I'd have to think it's a lonely world gone astray.
Online madness,
offline secrecy,
NSA and Obama-nation mess,
Political savvy or interests made personal,
everyone is in for their own distress.
Don't lie to me and others if you're not sincere,
Just go get your highball wine or beer,
Drugs are the demise of humanity and society,
when will we ever learn of this contrived insanity?
When the world comes to an end what will you be,
oversexed and buzzed from all the being "free"!
Who are you and what shall we be...
no more lies cheating and devised excused away triviality.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
I created this poem because I hear many saying this site is a lie or scam or chock full of liars,cheaters and the like and guess what? That pretty much describes ALL of our world and social structure since NO ONE will help or not much gets equated therein without mass involvement to accredit someone or something t to get it all handed to stopping the demise or degradation to filth and demoralization of our world,like Miley Cyrus and Lady Gaga and the like,online sex and "social sites" and not many even know what a church or GOD is for or about anymore and now all one see's is women that lay on their tails expecting males to hand it all over to them or make the first move so they blame them in the end when they walk away looking for more freebies or handouts or their version of right and wrong or expects...it's on every level now folks...and next it the babies and children being handed the keys and accounts and such...hell I just heard of a BABY being charged for murder in the east somewhere! What will it come to? Chaos and total destruction of all we know? Sounds about proper considering where we all came from as an Agrarian society. What WERE the pilgrims thinking when they walked away from THEIR "modern" world to come wrestle the Freedom and spirit away from the natives here and elsewhere? THINK about it now...how much longer can a world in ecological and economical distress go on this way? Yet so many shrug their shoulders and act like a doris day movie is where we're all at or existing of now...cement and steel and newer ways to destroy the ecology and our ties to nature? And no one even wonders anymore where it'll end up as global warming has become an actuality? VOLCANOS and Earthquakes and Tsunamis and unbreathable atomosphere is what! Mark my words it's coming like a freight train and the only mentioning resolve is being side tracked,two stepped and just doing his own thing now since the repuke-licans fuct that idea of resolve up...congress is retarded the way it "deals" with that and other issues now too! Goodbye cruel world...not much time left now for ANY resolve at all...good work worrying about your s*xual parts and supposed desires...soon you won't have to worry of that either! So go back to eternal sleep and dismiss...you deserve to be happy that way...now aren't you glad you have something else to b*tch about fellow hominid,for awhile...No wonder online dating is nightmare.To France with love
I had a dream it was something.
I felt the bond a connection a past a presence.
Legends told of greats who fell at the hands
of pompous Napoleon devilish little man.
I cry and wonder why
how great living the life
and spoils of the royal.
Now that all that remains is scattered
around the globe.
I wipe a tear leaving your shores of Marseilles
on a ship as a commoner.
to an uncertain destiny.
No castles no longer for we.
I felt the bond a connection a past a presence.
Legends told of greats who fell at the hands
of pompous Napoleon devilish little man.
I cry and wonder why
how great living the life
and spoils of the royal.
Now that all that remains is scattered
around the globe.
I wipe a tear leaving your shores of Marseilles
on a ship as a commoner.
to an uncertain destiny.
No castles no longer for we.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
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