alexis-j-meighan - Hello Poetry

The dream Remember- Martin Luther King- "Let freedom ring" He grace the world with a vision. "Free at last" He sang of the goal to the crowd Remember -Agathe Uwilingiyimana - The "content of our character" Has come to judgment But these character are just fools on a stage Remember -Abraham Lincoln- King's dream would come to a peak But 2chainz, kim, minaj TO and those unlike him Would push it over and watch it crash on the buffs below Remember -Medgar Evers- Even Langston, wondered "what is a dream differed?" Mahalia Jackson screamed for Martin to "tell em bout the dream" But as Marvin proclaimed "we still don't know what's going" Remember -John Fitzgerald Kennedy- Obama made it in but the walls of the house he resides are far from the gleaming white it claims to be. Blackened by the administration before him, the walls just too dingy to overlook Remember -Fred Hampton- He said "america gave us a bad check" and the march to washington would be how its cashed. We all saw Barak at the teller endorsing but in the end the long fall of that tall horse was the goal of the fairest man. He wanted every valley exalted. Instead ******* God father pizza man makes a fool of the process, and a kid with a hoodie take the hit, just like Emmit Till, a school full of babies take the hit, Twin towers in new york takes the hit, theatre full of batman fans take the hit, but guess that's living the dream. Remember- Harry and Hariette Moore- Malcom says by any means Even Jimi Hendrix sang for us to grab the machine guns "Fight the power!" Be a public enemy. What ever happen to all that? A fist in the air and a call for unity use to use to get us up in the morning Now this ***** running around with a helmet and some horns telling these skanks he's the flavor of love. Ya I'll pass on that And go with the labor of love and survive with a better understanding of what life is. Remember -Benazir Bhutto- Mya Angelou was a **** ********** stripper, and thief before she new "why the cage bird sing" Even today with all her enlightenment she ask where is Dr King's dream? Humans have come so far so fast but judgment and common sense still elude our sophisticated lives. What once was a dream is indeed a reality to most but that's only because the play ignorance to the issues that still plague our nation and that dream we chase is littered with little nightmares. Remember -Emmit Till- Lincoln started the process J.F.K started the process, M.L.K. Preached the process, Medgar Evars tried to beat the process, Malcom X was betrayed for the process, Agathe Uwilingiyimana stood up for the process,Benazir Bhutto took a chance on the process,Fred Hampton died in the process, Harry and Hariette Moore burned for the process, Emmit Till was tortured in the process. All believing the dream would see them survive. -Remember the future- -Xin-

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC

The Dream

The dream Remember- Martin Luther King- "Let freedom ring" He grace the world with a vision. "Free at last" He sang of the goal to the crowd Remember -Agathe Uwilingiyimana - The "content of our character" Has come to judgment But these character are just fools on a stage Remember -Abraham Lincoln- King's dream would come to a peak But 2chainz, kim, minaj TO and those unlike him Would push it over and watch it crash on the buffs below Remember -Medgar Evers- Even Langston, wondered "what is a dream differed?" Mahalia Jackson screamed for Martin to "tell em bout the dream" But as Marvin proclaimed "we still don't know what's going" Remember -John Fitzgerald Kennedy- Obama made it in but the walls of the house he resides are far from the gleaming white it claims to be. Blackened by the administration before him, the walls just too dingy to overlook Remember -Fred Hampton- He said "america gave us a bad check" and the march to washington would be how its cashed. We all saw Barak at the teller endorsing but in the end the long fall of that tall horse was the goal of the fairest man. He wanted every valley exalted. Instead ******* God father pizza man makes a fool of the process, and a kid with a hoodie take the hit, just like Emmit Till, a school full of babies take the hit, Twin towers in new york takes the hit, theatre full of batman fans take the hit, but guess that's living the dream. Remember- Harry and Hariette Moore- Malcom says by any means Even Jimi Hendrix sang for us to grab the machine guns "Fight the power!" Be a public enemy. What ever happen to all that? A fist in the air and a call for unity use to use to get us up in the morning Now this ***** running around with a helmet and some horns telling these skanks he's the flavor of love. Ya I'll pass on that And go with the labor of love and survive with a better understanding of what life is. Remember -Benazir Bhutto- Mya Angelou was a **** ********** stripper, and thief before she new "why the cage bird sing" Even today with all her enlightenment she ask where is Dr King's dream? Humans have come so far so fast but judgment and common sense still elude our sophisticated lives. What once was a dream is indeed a reality to most but that's only because the play ignorance to the issues that still plague our nation and that dream we chase is littered with little nightmares. Remember -Emmit Till- Lincoln started the process J.F.K started the process, M.L.K. Preached the process, Medgar Evars tried to beat the process, Malcom X was betrayed for the process, Agathe Uwilingiyimana stood up for the process,Benazir Bhutto took a chance on the process,Fred Hampton died in the process, Harry and Hariette Moore burned for the process, Emmit Till was tortured in the process. All believing the dream would see them survive. -Remember the future- -Xin-

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2 addicts in conversation I've always said the act of love itself from unrequited to world wind is a drug that claims more addicts than all narcotics combine. From the rush to the withdrawals. tears and anticipation to the eruption of having it taken from you. This love drug leaves you a fiend even if you've never participated in its consumption, you pursue, hunt, track and lose your mind for the slimmest of chance in its acquisitions. Let's take a hit together now and forever. As friends, lovers, partners, and unify. I feel you! I hear you! Where siblings of the same needle in its lust and retrieval. -xin-

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC

2 Addicts in conversation

2 addicts in conversation I've always said the act of love itself from unrequited to world wind is a drug that claims more addicts than all narcotics combine. From the rush to the withdrawals. tears and anticipation to the eruption of having it taken from you. This love drug leaves you a fiend even if you've never participated in its consumption, you pursue, hunt, track and lose your mind for the slimmest of chance in its acquisitions. Let's take a hit together now and forever. As friends, lovers, partners, and unify. I feel you! I hear you! Where siblings of the same needle in its lust and retrieval. -xin-

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Lol Failure Too much time to change your mind on the way down. Plus your scared of heights Bandages and shoe laces stop that **** hide it with tattoos on the wrist Too violent, big mess, GSW fail now a vegetable and someone's burden A lynching? Quit it! KKK gets no favors Peace and quiet in the car, garage door closed. Then your favorite song comes on. Took too long after all. Don't you drive a prius? Like you don't know how to swim. Sharks don't live in lakes Nissan, lexus, most new GMC all have auto detection braking. Get back on the side walk dummy. Too high of a tolerance you druggy and every Corner has an ER. Now your on the list with diarrhea Police knows the world is watching they'll pepper spray before they draw now. Now your blind and got your *** whipped with a. Night stick Honey? Bears? Really? Circuit breakers homie! Now you have soggy toast. Smile and shovel the pastries maybe you'll get lucky and cholesterol will stop ya. Insensitive? Yes,but none the less, Guess That's my LOL Failure. -Xin-

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC

LOL Failures

Lol Failure Too much time to change your mind on the way down. Plus your scared of heights Bandages and shoe laces stop that **** hide it with tattoos on the wrist Too violent, big mess, GSW fail now a vegetable and someone's burden A lynching? Quit it! KKK gets no favors Peace and quiet in the car, garage door closed. Then your favorite song comes on. Took too long after all. Don't you drive a prius? Like you don't know how to swim. Sharks don't live in lakes Nissan, lexus, most new GMC all have auto detection braking. Get back on the side walk dummy. Too high of a tolerance you druggy and every Corner has an ER. Now your on the list with diarrhea Police knows the world is watching they'll pepper spray before they draw now. Now your blind and got your *** whipped with a. Night stick Honey? Bears? Really? Circuit breakers homie! Now you have soggy toast. Smile and shovel the pastries maybe you'll get lucky and cholesterol will stop ya. Insensitive? Yes,but none the less, Guess That's my LOL Failure. -Xin-

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Its just ink. Though I lay it down They say I lay it down From the depth of my inner To the facade of my smile Matters not if in the end its just ink From the thick of its grip No gripe that it fits Its said I laid it down God knows I ache from its motion But crushed I am that in the end its just ink I think of all the glamour Inhale every scent she wears Tear apart my heart to get the darkest crimson Mix it in the well, they say I's lays it down Brand it in my skin. But to her its just ink Its a link, a moment of some progress The greatest of our progress. She said I laid it down, but we both shared the crown And though just a granule on the shore An annual creed of "Adore", not sure Why its just ink We watched the moon sink behind violent waters Every night from the window, broken clouds soar with loud hues of pink and purple Not every moment is a high hurdle to scale, its why the pen sets sail,ill will, I lay that down Good moments are grand ones, so why those ascribed only known as just ink? Just think. A past where ballads were written on the battle fields Pledge our allegiance now to a flag that waved under duress Love stands grander a chance by that test A scream is like cannons while a tear is like bullets Hit the page and leave holes. I bared arms now I lay them down. These wounds no longer just ink. -Xin-

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC

Its just ink. WHAT IS IT?

Its just ink. Though I lay it down They say I lay it down From the depth of my inner To the facade of my smile Matters not if in the end its just ink From the thick of its grip No gripe that it fits Its said I laid it down God knows I ache from its motion But crushed I am that in the end its just ink I think of all the glamour Inhale every scent she wears Tear apart my heart to get the darkest crimson Mix it in the well, they say I's lays it down Brand it in my skin. But to her its just ink Its a link, a moment of some progress The greatest of our progress. She said I laid it down, but we both shared the crown And though just a granule on the shore An annual creed of "Adore", not sure Why its just ink We watched the moon sink behind violent waters Every night from the window, broken clouds soar with loud hues of pink and purple Not every moment is a high hurdle to scale, its why the pen sets sail,ill will, I lay that down Good moments are grand ones, so why those ascribed only known as just ink? Just think. A past where ballads were written on the battle fields Pledge our allegiance now to a flag that waved under duress Love stands grander a chance by that test A scream is like cannons while a tear is like bullets Hit the page and leave holes. I bared arms now I lay them down. These wounds no longer just ink. -Xin-

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Holding the apple of Eden What if the apple of Eden had a label? What if the user indication had included a health warning to the 14th century Europeans? What if the apple of Eden was clearly marked "HAZARDOUS FOR ETERNITY IF CONSUMED" And even though it is the purest of organically grown What if you would have known, That the man who proclaimed "I have a dream" would catch a bullet with his face: Jim jones would allure a thousand to their death, hundreds of babies in Jonesville London would burn Solomon's tower would crumble as the wall of Jericho did Chained slaves would be thrown over board Tutankhamin would have his head split at the age of 13 The twin towers? What if fair label practices forced it to divulge: Pass-over inevitable Holocaust to be expected Possible genocide Surgeons general warning: ALL ALIVE WILL DIE What if it were you, my wife, who reached out your hand and held the devine fruit to feast upon? I'd be 1st to bite. -Alexis J Meighan-

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC

Apple of Eden. (ingredients and warning label)

Holding the apple of Eden What if the apple of Eden had a label? What if the user indication had included a health warning to the 14th century Europeans? What if the apple of Eden was clearly marked "HAZARDOUS FOR ETERNITY IF CONSUMED" And even though it is the purest of organically grown What if you would have known, That the man who proclaimed "I have a dream" would catch a bullet with his face: Jim jones would allure a thousand to their death, hundreds of babies in Jonesville London would burn Solomon's tower would crumble as the wall of Jericho did Chained slaves would be thrown over board Tutankhamin would have his head split at the age of 13 The twin towers? What if fair label practices forced it to divulge: Pass-over inevitable Holocaust to be expected Possible genocide Surgeons general warning: ALL ALIVE WILL DIE What if it were you, my wife, who reached out your hand and held the devine fruit to feast upon? I'd be 1st to bite. -Alexis J Meighan-

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Cradle You Safe, weak, vulnerable, all the things I feel when you Place your hand upon my chest. Your cold soft hands lead by your big warm smile It reminds me how it feels when it's mended. Play with me, then lay with me and use it to cradle your head while you rest. With my arm around you, I want you to feel safe, weak, vulnerable, but knowing The worst of it, like the day, has ended. -Alexis-

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC

Cradle You

Cradle You Safe, weak, vulnerable, all the things I feel when you Place your hand upon my chest. Your cold soft hands lead by your big warm smile It reminds me how it feels when it's mended. Play with me, then lay with me and use it to cradle your head while you rest. With my arm around you, I want you to feel safe, weak, vulnerable, but knowing The worst of it, like the day, has ended. -Alexis-

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Bad Poet ***** words Naughty words Bad spelling Grammar like diesel fuel spilling from a rusty ship .Period; semi something *astrik and the word **** Sometimes I curse just to make a sentence worse Make love and make references to it, now watch the flowers die. so many lines in there context make truth, argue then make-up and make love once more, keep it to my self, and watch the flowers bloom. I don't even know what **** §- is. Bad poet Sleepless words Lower case nouns Then there's this thing §, what is that? I love the sound of my own voice? No not really. Though I love to read my own words. Follow them with my fingers and trace their outlines like they were your naked body, hoping the words grant the same feelings as your flesh. The feel of your skin and innocent smile is like a blank page waiting to be defaced. Bad Poet Poor choices Stained paper Even as the pen dances on the lines in jest its heart is pure in its passion and love for both the words and you. Bad Poet -Xin-

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC

Bad Poet!!

Bad Poet ***** words Naughty words Bad spelling Grammar like diesel fuel spilling from a rusty ship .Period; semi something *astrik and the word **** Sometimes I curse just to make a sentence worse Make love and make references to it, now watch the flowers die. so many lines in there context make truth, argue then make-up and make love once more, keep it to my self, and watch the flowers bloom. I don't even know what **** §- is. Bad poet Sleepless words Lower case nouns Then there's this thing §, what is that? I love the sound of my own voice? No not really. Though I love to read my own words. Follow them with my fingers and trace their outlines like they were your naked body, hoping the words grant the same feelings as your flesh. The feel of your skin and innocent smile is like a blank page waiting to be defaced. Bad Poet Poor choices Stained paper Even as the pen dances on the lines in jest its heart is pure in its passion and love for both the words and you. Bad Poet -Xin-

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Back to Sunday With a wince, eyes widen, There is pain, and wonder as my brain makes sense of the moment The unmistakable odor of love making Burrows into my face Strong from the night, or maybe just a few hours before Eyes are adjusted able to glance The sun plays peekaboo through the blinds As naked flesh and old ink it highlights A view from the side as you sleep I adjust for a closer look rolling toward you Only to find my arm trapped beneath your nape So I drape my self around your person's Hoping to be set free but instead my lips meet The sweet taste of the skin on your arms Accidently setting off the soothing grind Of your **** against parts of mine Causing growth which Causes poke which Causes groan and your hands to ***** Causes memory to refresh that it was the night before Repeating motions practiced routinely Just slower More tender More indulged like it were to be the last time. Sunday morning has given us its blessing to begin our day Though the week continues We toil, stress, and become a wreck But we know We can always go back to Sunday Love always -Alexis-

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC

Back to Sunday

Back to Sunday With a wince, eyes widen, There is pain, and wonder as my brain makes sense of the moment The unmistakable odor of love making Burrows into my face Strong from the night, or maybe just a few hours before Eyes are adjusted able to glance The sun plays peekaboo through the blinds As naked flesh and old ink it highlights A view from the side as you sleep I adjust for a closer look rolling toward you Only to find my arm trapped beneath your nape So I drape my self around your person's Hoping to be set free but instead my lips meet The sweet taste of the skin on your arms Accidently setting off the soothing grind Of your **** against parts of mine Causing growth which Causes poke which Causes groan and your hands to ***** Causes memory to refresh that it was the night before Repeating motions practiced routinely Just slower More tender More indulged like it were to be the last time. Sunday morning has given us its blessing to begin our day Though the week continues We toil, stress, and become a wreck But we know We can always go back to Sunday Love always -Alexis-

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I draw closer to her silhouette in the distance, After being gone for so long, all I can think of is "How strong are her arms?" As I melt into their grasp Her floral fragrance tells me "I am home at last" I'm in the hallway Looking for my lil woman I want to sneak up from behind And bury my face in her smile I want to run my hands softly on her cheek While small blonde hairs, adhere, to my nose peak Ego, Esteem, Pride and presence All pacified with a flutter of her eyes As she spoke to my soul "Mmm baby that feels so good. I'm glad your home." I steal a kiss, then another Are lips become wet pressed together I mumble in the moment to acknowledge her sentiment. Its like melting into each other That is, the 1st hellos after a long pardon When our eyes lock in awkward fashion The truth reveals itself and we can't control the wealth As rich as our desires seem to be Insatiable like toys under the christmas tree As she inhaled all that I've dealt passionately I'm missing her every move when she's gone I'm kissing her every mood when she's home. I often embrace her heels and rub the stress away While sneaking nibbles of her soul through her toes When we comfort our aches and woes I use her waist and pull her closer Enough distance, and whispers become outburst As our conversations become more complex And our stance and demeanor reflect our position on the compromise so both of our point of views lay satisfied. The road looks long Its ahead and discouraging without a kiss Almost enough to stop mid thought on a warm Day like the one........ - Alexis J. Meighan-

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Sep 23, 2013

Sep 23, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC

a kiss for the road

I draw closer to her silhouette in the distance, After being gone for so long, all I can think of is "How strong are her arms?" As I melt into their grasp Her floral fragrance tells me "I am home at last" I'm in the hallway Looking for my lil woman I want to sneak up from behind And bury my face in her smile I want to run my hands softly on her cheek While small blonde hairs, adhere, to my nose peak Ego, Esteem, Pride and presence All pacified with a flutter of her eyes As she spoke to my soul "Mmm baby that feels so good. I'm glad your home." I steal a kiss, then another Are lips become wet pressed together I mumble in the moment to acknowledge her sentiment. Its like melting into each other That is, the 1st hellos after a long pardon When our eyes lock in awkward fashion The truth reveals itself and we can't control the wealth As rich as our desires seem to be Insatiable like toys under the christmas tree As she inhaled all that I've dealt passionately I'm missing her every move when she's gone I'm kissing her every mood when she's home. I often embrace her heels and rub the stress away While sneaking nibbles of her soul through her toes When we comfort our aches and woes I use her waist and pull her closer Enough distance, and whispers become outburst As our conversations become more complex And our stance and demeanor reflect our position on the compromise so both of our point of views lay satisfied. The road looks long Its ahead and discouraging without a kiss Almost enough to stop mid thought on a warm Day like the one........ - Alexis J. Meighan-

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I have ridden to the peaks of emotions and I have fallen head over heels at the height of its summit The jagged edges of the flesh tearing rocks releasing me Time and time again. I bleed to death Then awaken fine to start the process once more Looking forward to the leap plummeting to my core. Jagged and torn. There's nothing like being reborn -Xin- July 12, 2013 at 11:07pm ·

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Aug 11, 2013

Aug 11, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC

From a Friend (revamped for better flow) original 8-7-2012. pre B. Mack losing her mind.

I have ridden to the peaks of emotions and I have fallen head over heels at the height of its summit The jagged edges of the flesh tearing rocks releasing me Time and time again. I bleed to death Then awaken fine to start the process once more Looking forward to the leap plummeting to my core. Jagged and torn. There's nothing like being reborn -Xin- July 12, 2013 at 11:07pm ·

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