I remember a girl from my class telling me
my paternal line is all fools.
Her father works at church.
I remember being told too many times
I’ll go to Hell for whom I love.
My pain still burns strong like a torch.
I remember staying in mountains,
In a camp where nuns were our teachers,
That’s the place I picture when I sing “Deep river”.
My chosen family is huge,
I hope my friends all outlive me,
My every other friend is a believer.
When people are fighting online,
I always side with atheists,
Only their words my sense to my heart.
There is a woman who got her son killed,
She called me once, and said that one is good
If only he has Jesus in his heart.
I know Jah and saints always me call,
I know my friends don’t judge me,
But don’t pray to no one, hurts too hard.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 6:54 PM UTC
You’ve been bullshitting people:
“He is like family, he’s like a brother”
“She is so kind and wise, she is a mother”
Well, are they, though?
Is there a chance he would disown you upon coming out?
Will she respect a man so cynical he threw his true love out?
No he won’t, he’s got your back, he is your brightest moonlight .
he a is friend, a lilo, those words say all, they say enough.
No, she won’t, she’ll want him gone, wisdom comes with judgment.
She’s a techer or a mentor, these words are true and are enough.
So use the words you should, and stop bullshitting people.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 6:51 PM UTC
Hell yeah, you can embrace me,
that is what friends may do,
But I’m not sure if you should kiss me,
that’s something siblings do.
I’ll try and clear the path you choose,
that’s called comrodary,
But I shall not dare touch your love nor fire,
that marks an enemy.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
My brothers are no gentlemen,
But they are nothing if not gentle,
See, if you love us we will be
The rains you’re calling suns,
But if you preach we will misquote you mental.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
Full moon is now gold,
As are lines on the river.
Blue hour is too short.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
Wake up to being terrified:
This day puts an end to all restrictions and all laws,
Sit up and join in the greatest joys,
For from now on for that reason Earth knows no wars.
Get drunk with me,
Get drunk on Earl ****** Grey,
No hate, no glory,
Flags are roting into gray
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
You danced with me in the blessings,
And we didn’t part with the coming of borders.
This is why we’re called friends,
While the first made us brothers.
Show me the streets that would answer my cravings.
And I will gladly dye all your threads.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
I say get in the way of that preachers.
Saying murder’s a sin and justifyn’ ****** with fables.
If god’s love (and god’s love), homophobia is sin, turn those tables.
And then abortion’s a sin but there are some expections.
It goes something like “all of life’s sacred but not life of a *******
Yeah, dumb joke, but it hurts, it don’t tickle.
But I still pray to saints for love and unity and friendship.
As a goliard in cell I follow Lord while damning all the priestlings.
This is ******* reggae not sounding soft beneath C.I.S. city sellings.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
Take me to the place I dream of,
Where the main word is teacher,
And that’s whom all the hymns are for.
Where a boy’s first hero and a girl’s
First love’s a random upper-class kid,
And that’s whom all the poems are for.
That’s where we hug in public
Because the trend for hatred
Never got resurrected after dying in gulags.
That’s where I don’t feel pain
When we don’t meet for months, as the trend for loyalty
Came from the east and didn’t leave no place for gags.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
Fire and water,
Tsunami and blaze in the forest,
Love is now broken,
The thief and the knight, the fighting gone global.
Because sand of the sea
doesn’t match with the mountain’s snow.
Wolves don’t like oaks.
Just one month they loved one another,
But can’t tell what for.
And it’s nothing but their pain
The knight is busy getting drunk with dad,
While the thief is not done bleeding
Because his called him things real bad.
Now that they switch to blade which they throw, but the both miss on purpose, “why won’t you **** me?”, “ I can’t stand the thought or your blood running cold before mine does”. That was the answer and an air kiss.
End of storm,
Back to rivers
Waters go.
End of fire
Black as saints’ hearts,
That’s how grass fields now glow.
And they lay down
On them, blessed
With ache all over
Their bodies where dreams flow.
And there is a painting
On oaks wolves painted
Using the sand and the snow.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC