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Jul 2017 · 379
Perfect Gentleman
Dutch Jul 2017
Expect me to be standing at the front door of your heart, knocking to see if any feelings are there. Hoping to find warmth in the flame glowing within your eyes. I'll stand in the cold, the rain, and the snow hoping for you to glance my way. Here is my resolve. To live and die with you by my side. Please grant me this one last wish, be forever mine with this one last kiss.
Jul 2017 · 240
Untitled
Dutch Jul 2017
The placenent of fatigue is an adorable yet human error of content.
Jul 2017 · 251
Man on fire
Dutch Jul 2017
Sometimes you have to walk through fire to prevent from getting burnt.
Nov 2016 · 897
Unprotected
Dutch Nov 2016
I was written off before I was born. My mother didn't want me. I was a mistake. An accident like black coffee spilled on suit. I became a stain that couldn't be wash. I felt the neglect in the womb. I was all alone. But I born and raised well by the woman who I thought considered me accidental. She wasn't ashamed of me. She was frighten that she couldn't protect me. And here I am dead in the streets by the police who couldn't protect me either.
Sep 2016 · 297
You weren't in my dreams
Dutch Sep 2016
I started chasing my dreams. I woke up and you wasn't there.
Jul 2016 · 315
Nothing Remains
Dutch Jul 2016
Everything is replaceable.  Even love.
Jun 2016 · 341
Blurred
Dutch Jun 2016
Words and sounds are connected to the images seen

The eyes tell tales before tongue hisses

The December child walks bare to the unknown roads foreseen

The wit of the mind does not mind the matter

And what does, does not matter

Perception limns a breakage at intervals

Everything is blurred after a dream

Even family.
Nov 2015 · 502
Die to Survive
Dutch Nov 2015
Part of survival is dying. To survive something, you have to die of circumstances. But you do live through it all. The new world order zap the old testament. I beseech for the praying knees and hands. It is the same as the magic of a voodoo hand.
Nov 2015 · 358
The Rugrat
Dutch Nov 2015
He always hated me, since the beginning. Birthing red spills into a volcano was his tears when he wept. Mom forgot about Tommy. I was no more than his **** inside his diapers. I was a throwaway child. A rugrat. Unborn again into the womb. I had no spare feeling of bitterness when the salt sat on my dry tongue. I was fed of love. Brotherly love. I have grown to realize that my relationship was not composed of such gentle intimacy. The love was dangling on the edge and my grip grew less and less, with my fingers producing heavy perspiration. I let go and let a smile edge my cheeks.
Oct 2015 · 272
Reflective thinking
Dutch Oct 2015
The man in the mirror has no reflection.
Oct 2015 · 302
Dead Men Don't Date
Dutch Oct 2015
Live lone die well.
Sep 2015 · 331
Dollar and A Dream
Dutch Sep 2015
The poor man has a dollar and greed while the rich man is broke and liberal.
Aug 2015 · 290
Dollar and a Dream
Dutch Aug 2015
The poor man has a dollar and greed while the rich man is broke and liberal.
Aug 2015 · 1.2k
I Lost Myself
Dutch Aug 2015
All my life I had this feeling like I lost something. I would always get this over rushed and unwarming chain of emotions out the blue. I had no clue as why I felt what I was feeling. At first, I pretended and blamed it on the **** I was smoking. I thought maybe I was puffing on the joint too much and it was ******* with my mind.


Disclaimer:  Say no to drugs because withdrawals are a *******.

As time passed by, I became distant from everything that meant all the world to me. One day as I was getting dressed for work, I noticed something peculiar that greeted my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and only saw my work uniform and my badge that read: Cashier.
Aug 2015 · 1.2k
I Lost Myself
Dutch Aug 2015
All my life I had this feeling like I lost something. I would always get this over rushed and unwarming chain of emotions out the blue. I had no clue as why I felt what I was feeling. At first, I pretended and blamed it on the **** I was smoking. I thought maybe I was puffing on the joint too much.


Disclaimer:  Say no to drugs because withdrawals are a *******.

As time passed by, I became distant from everything that meant all the world to me. One day as I was getting dressed for work, I noticed something peculiar that greeted my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and only saw my work uniform and my badge that read: Cashier.
Aug 2015 · 379
On a Narrow Road
Dutch Aug 2015
Even if the roads are narrow, don't like it curve you.
Aug 2015 · 298
The Dream Ticket
Dutch Aug 2015
Everybody has dreams of their own. Mine is to just get a speeding ticket from the police officer when I get pulled over.
Aug 2015 · 337
Cry
Dutch Aug 2015
Cry
I never knew why people cried at funerals. I couldn't even cry at my own.
Aug 2015 · 380
Front of the Bus
Dutch Aug 2015
We got on and sat at the front of the bus. We didn't say a word to each other. And why would we? We were strangers. Two black men. College men. Then I thought to myself, this is the definition of brotherhood-- different goals, same success.
Aug 2015 · 340
Heathen God
Dutch Aug 2015
People always ask me “how come you don’t go to church.” So, I tell them and say “because I read the bible and lived its fables. I don’t need any more convincing. I already believe.”
Jul 2015 · 331
Hunger
Dutch Jul 2015
If you are never hungry, you will never want to eat.
Don't judge those who try and fail but those who fail to try.
Jul 2015 · 383
Parental Control
Dutch Jul 2015
(Mom) I bare the naked truth
To which we would not even have this moment
I wish this was not become of me
Then I would surely know happiness
I am curse and I have curse myself for it

It was not my sickness that caused my ill-fate
I carried the malady for three decades
But felt debilitated for two
Tell me
Is there a cure for my health?

(Me) I waste no effort to appeal your testimony
I am the two decades you speak of
But before this moment here
I did not gesture my keeping
For the reason that there is nothing to keep
Jul 2015 · 273
Shot Fired
Dutch Jul 2015
I swallowed the bullet from the gun you shot me with.
Jul 2015 · 564
The Whisper (*snippet*)
Dutch Jul 2015
I heard the phantom’s whisper. But can the dead really speak to the living? I numbed at the thought momentarily and then laughed off the possibility because science told me so. The whisper of the phantom came and went for a second time. So I questioned the occurrence once more.  *Can the dead really speak to the dead?
Jul 2015 · 354
7th Heaven
Dutch Jul 2015
The spoken language of my indigenous tongue is unfamiliar with composing a complex signature of words. I am a justly man who only possess a singular thought at a time and my current thought comes unto me gravely. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
     My evangelizing does not bound a union between a man and amen. Those fabricating words I once preached are as false as fish on grass. A paradox forms within myself. I am structured alike the absolute truth but I surely lie a fact. But I can no longer carry a deceit intention. Fool’s gold was at the end of the rainbow. And like a loyal dog, I followed with a wagged tail.
      I believe hindsight is merely useless, now. I attest to seek truth as it appears but my eyes are blind with fury. I mistakenly remembered that vision is of faith rather than sight. I've become a precise and selective balloter. I either speak its erroneousness existence upon them or become a subject of harsh matters.
       The genesis Armageddon is occurring. Man falls to a higher sky because the mind of the body cannot outthink its own thought; therefore, it is the last transcendence. I kneel in solidarity amid the row of pews. Peace, be still. For it will all cease, follow by a great calm.
Dutch Jul 2015
Because Death could not stop for Me
I stopped all my doing for her
How could I not
I am a gentleman

She was beautiful and full of life
The perfect woman to take home
Mama was reluctant to her at first
But my lady can soothe over any cold heart

She was to die for
Sadly she did not know her worth
So I kindly told her
Baby you were born to be an amazon
She blushed

My days felt long and forever with her
Our love was indeed--
Immortal
Jul 2015 · 397
Funerals Make Me Sweat
Dutch Jul 2015
“Sorry for your lost. She was a good woman. I will be sure to keep you in my prayers”
Oh! I am sweating, not crying.
Dutch Jul 2015
Because Death could not stop for Me
I stopped all my doing for her
How could I not
I am a gentleman

She was beautiful and full of life
The perfect woman to take home
Mama was reluctant to her at first
But my lady can soothe over any cold heart

She was to die for
Sadly she did not know her worth
So I kindly told her
Baby you were born to be an amazon
She blushed

My days felt long and forever with her
Our love was indeed--
Immortal
Jul 2015 · 1.8k
7th Heaven
Dutch Jul 2015
The spoken language of my indigenous tongue is unfamiliar with composing a complex signature of words. I am a justly man who only possess a singular thought at a time and my current thought comes unto me gravely. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
     My evangelizing does not bound a union between a man and amen. Those fabricating words I once preached are as false as fish on grass. A paradox forms within myself. I am structured alike the absolute truth but I surely lie a fact. But I can no longer carry a deceit intention. Fool’s gold was at the end of the rainbow. And like a loyal dog, I followed with a wagged tail.
      I believe hindsight is merely useless, now. I attest to seek truth as it appears but my eyes are blind with fury. I mistakenly remembered that vision is of faith rather than sight. I become a precise and selective balloter. I either speak its erroneousness existence upon them or become a subject of harsh matters.
     The genesis Armageddon is occurring. Man falls to a higher sky because the mind of the body cannot outthink its own thought; therefore, it is the last transcendence. I kneel in solidarity amid the row of pews. Peace, be steel. For it will all cease, follow by a great calm.
I wrote this poem to bring life about the man who played the preacher in 7th Heaven who was allegedly sexually abusing younger women off set. This is particularly interesting seeing he played a preacher and righteous husband who can do no wrong. But in fact he didn’t live up to the word of God. Therefore the spirits forced him to face his wrongs and he kneels down in the first row, killing himself in his church.

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