The DedPoet
The DedPoet
Nov 13, 2014

He shoots up to come down,
He fell to Earth
             And became my friend.

He is that nature,
         That fiery nature
That comes in the ghetto.
      He killed for me,
He stabbed for me,
      He saved my life.

And the sun does not speak to him,
Though I see the blood moon
       In his eyes.
He speaks no language,
       He is not bound by society,
And he knows the filth of men
       Because he knows himself.

He enters a blackhole
         Through the eye of a needle.
And we all pay for our sins,
         As did his children.
His son has one hand smaller
         Than the other.
His daughter has cerebral palsy.
        Because he and his wife used,
His children also used.

And the lyrics write themselves:
     The slow song of heroin,
That ignorant abyss,
       The brownstone
Escaping all this illusion.

He is the hardest working man I know,
     He is also the most brilliant.
Heroin be his escape,
      Feeding his habit
As well as he feeds
       His children.
Heroin is a demon,
       His demon is his friend,
The true enemy lies
       In the reflection.

And the mirror is perception,
      One mind in all things,
For a universal mind.
      Enemy of his enemy is
His only friend.
    I often wish he could find
The beauty in life
     As he finds in that
Black tar he puts in his vein.

Let a truth come forth:
    He is the best man I know,
He is the worst of men.
       He is truth in action
Living both sides of the poetry.
        Life is the eye
Of a needle,
       I would see him enter here
Knowing his true reflection.
       And I know heroin is not his problem,
Which is why I still take him
       To score.
I understand if you dont.

*Zippit homeboy or I'm shovin my iambic-foot up ur ass.
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

Zippit homeboy or I'm shovin my iambic-foot up ur ass.

Iambic pentameter
Next to mr. homeboy
Sarah Ashby
Sarah Ashby
Aug 4, 2011

The DOT: Where dreams go to die
And people go to wait in line
Sit in plastic chairs for hours
Next to mr. homeboy
And some chick that never showers

I'd like to finish this poem,
But they just called my number

Peace out, Bitches.

Took my brother to the DOT and got bored. This place will drive you crazy. Hence "Peace out."
Homeboy was sure of his assurance
James Brian Ker
Feb 24, 2013

Home boy thought he was a killer
Kept a necklace round his neck

In a villa near manila
A strange accurance
Small body found dead
Little homey died underneath the currents

Homeboy was sure of his assurance
A good swimmer
His name was probably Laurence

He was just a few feet from shore,
When this Alligator about six feet or four,

His eyes went wide, bug eyed and crazy
This is when it all got a little hazy

Institutional homeboy.
Geno Cattouse
Geno Cattouse
Oct 15, 2013

Joe of to the poky.
Joe off to the pen.

Joe of the  booze wagon again and again.
Joe  fit shased and sailing, three sheets to the wind.

Joe swearing and cussing.
Joe  in the back seat.

Joe sits on  wrists. fingers all numb.
Joe tossin his cookies. Joe real  no count bum.

Joe know all the coppers
And breaks in the rookies.

"Hey rook" asks Joe " "can you loosen these up"
My hands been asleep since Henry was a pup.

Joe Bangles they call him and erbody knows.
That Joey cant get lit up  and keep on his clothes.

Institutional homeboy.
Going back to the house.

Three hots and a cot.
and wild  stories to tell.

slippers and tooth brush in an eight by ten cell.

Mr. Joe Bangles Dance.

The guy we all know or have seen in one form or another.
Stainless steel bangles are accessory of choice.
ou a man when you go out cheat honestly homeboy you just accepted defeat you tell her y
Junior ideal legacy

It doesnt make you a man when you raise your hand and say look baby im bout to make you understand because she opened her mouth and used her voice and yall didnt agree or make the same choice doesnt make you a man when you go out cheat honestly homeboy you just accepted defeat you tell her your sorry there wont be a repeat she falls for your lies and all your deciet baby open your eyes and begin to see that hes not a man he truely is weak he'll try to cover it up by being all sweet he'll do things he never does like rubbing your feet and youll fall right back in when you need to retreat kuz no women alive deserves to be beat

Im a freazy freazy deaky homeboy up in the sheets,
AKid NamedCarson
AKid NamedCarson
Jul 10, 2014

Middle finger to the clouds,
Carson holding it from here on down,
So fly was at first class,
With fine models with a nice ass,
Yeah, Yea my leathers so soft,
Im a fat mother AHH!!
But ill still be a boss,
Then I sip on ciroc,
Dealing on the street and selling that rock,
Then we see the girls on the block,
We take em off the block to go and suck some cock,
Talk down baby you dont know about me,
Im a freazy freazy deaky homeboy up in the sheets,
You know me if I go to jail,
A mill of cash just to post my bail,
And I come back and im like what the hell?
Fuck you with a uppercase F,
Knowing me ill be like the best,
Once you see that come holla back,
I said im the best even when I rap
Rap X Slacks!

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