les-zehm
Central African
My name is Les Zehm some call me Menos, For as long as I can remember I have loved writing poems, lyrics, raps anything to tickle a soul, I think that's the reason I made it through high school and all the essays I had no clue about. Grateful for the life I've been given and the ones who have given life to me. Pass the Peace / / "ask about me, read the words its a blast with out me, the future hurts, the past undoubtedly is far from worse, the Bio comes last and the present first".
surferrrs earrrr ya im deaf
had alotta hearing but noww not much left
i got da surferss earrrr ya it suckss
all da **** u's an little *****
I can't hear no mo oh no no
yell in my ear an ya betta talk slow
i cant hear no mo
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
my guitars a little off tune
my shoes are bright as moon
fashion late as noon and
my rent is a comin up soon
well. rents paid
todays made and todays always promised
resting,lying in truth humble an honest
anxiously waiting for the moment thats calmest.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
the heart knows truth
the conscious mind; pain
Her heart seeks
what your hearts leeks,
your mind hides the rain.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
Fire in the sky long awaits the tears of the great spirit to wash free the painful smoke that lingers in the trees and smothers the leaves of our branches, retiring the ones that have lived, to da ground, leaving a whistling tune, a sound and new chances our mother nourishes and dances
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
stood on the bow of my boat, drifting,
sifting thru my thoughts,
as if the heaviest n most precious ones
would show and the smile would be non stop.
Maybe i thought their worth was increasing,
later to find out what i wanted was not just as pleasing,
but everyting around me was the reason I'm breathing,
the birds an the bees and the sun that is seating,
the dirt and the trees and the animals that are feeding.
born with a blood that is gold when I'm bleeding,
life's priceless till we're lifeless,
until then I'm just being.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
she was a good looking dandelion
dancing through the breeze,
tip toeing in her nimble roots,
she had you shaking in the leaves.
12th street, I met her, saw her in the brush,
the shine she shone if unknown was just what caused the blush,
redness in the face an irritation, the cure or antidote was just another application,
though love was lost from being simply impatient.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
on a different path than the rest, just me
and until otherwise its not the worst or the best
dirt or dust free, trust me.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
runnin thru her mind just to get her to notice me
i tripped and a fell n asked for help..just pretending
easily and noticeably.
Or maybe he's just too easy and noticeable
no show of control and if this is so
than that is so, me I he though, he isn't a runner
so she showed him what he didn't know
right before summer.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
What keeps me happy makes me happy,
can get me blue than slaps me, lastly aske me,
What happened at sea?
Connecting closer and closer to you and you,
it's easy to lost sight of the light that's brought you to,
walking through the valley of doom,
with a capital V for vicious, vastly,
and the various moon;
I was swept to my back by the scariest broom,
left breathless, meat of my body unstressed
and stretch less for the world to consume.
Woken up my throats choken up
from all this rough spoken stuff, though
none was really spoken to me but
rath spoken through me, while thinking
I'm being consumed when I was only consuming.
Earth - yes I get a bit gloomy and ********** sue me!
But all you'll get is what I've given to ya,
the beauty of the moon, sun, land and the blue sea.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
open eyes open doors,
across these open floors.
the shut door that locked me out,
created draft and opened more.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC