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Tee Hee Jan 2015
Did you just ask me out?
Tryin' to ply me with flowers!
Well nice try, Mister Aquaman,
But get some super powers.

A girl like me can't risk it,
I ain't no downtown baby!
Your devotion and a dollar, sir,
Would buy me a coffee, maybe.

You know it's true, this ****'s too fine,
For your sweaty meat hooks there;
It's something else you'll have to grip,
Don't feel the need to share.

Well there's my flight, my throne in the sky;
I look down in safety as the peasants roll by,
I know they'd like to spin a slice of my pie,
But this pie in the sky is priced too **** high!

Back on my island, beach volleyball season.
Which color bikini? Somethin' right for some breezin'
Or just playin' naked, I don't need no **** reason!
My big ******* out for some major crowd pleasin'!

Well that was sure fun, a day in the sun!
I didn't forget you, Mr. Pop Gun;
You would have loved it, this tan honey bun,
But you ain't been swimmin'; you're dry as a nun.

Before I forget you, just thought you should know:
This *****'s so fly, it's pressurized, yo
And though upon you this hot wind won't blow,
You can ask "Would she love me?" An emphatic no.
Lol, sorry guys, I am just too hot for you. I try to be up front about this sort of thing so I don't break any hearts, tee hee! Don't let your unworthiness stop you from rating my poem highly, though! I have been known to do favors for my fanfriends!*

*If they're as hot as an Austrian masseur LOL!
Cracklings
sweet sizzlin'
crickets
Blazing songs
the pine bark savagery
of sharp day's beauty
hunting
the heat on the
Russian borzoi
orange puffy fan
white silk
and vanilla
ice cream
butterflies
landing on my feet;
A current of salty
air breezin' deep
Blessed be! Laurels, Lovers
Shrines
Sighs, Tent massages,
Oleander dreams;
Sapphire mingles
aquamarine
within my
irises: infinite waves
Black portals of White Poets
Consciousness
The body is cool
chillin' in Wireless
Mocca
Beach Bar
Silver Star
Demant!
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetess
R King  Mar 2013
Boredom
R King Mar 2013
How long the minutes seem
Sitting in the stream
Of thoughts going rotten
Of ideas long forgotten

My stomach is rumbling
But my hand just keeps bumbling
Along the lines of the paper
Until the rhymes start to taper

But the genius I must ration
Because my mind is lost in some other nation
Somewhere deep inside my head
For all I know it is dead

I can’t seem to do the assignment
Something is wrong with the alignment
Of me in this school of strife
And the position I’m in for the rest of my life

For some unfathomable reason
I feel as though I’m just breezin’
Through these hours upon hours of classes
Time going slower than molasses

But I have to drudge through it
Even though I want to say ***** IT
Because I’m bored out of my skull
But with out it my life would even more dull
Aditya Roy  Apr 2020
Breezin'
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
I called captain Ahab
He told us to forget the whale
We told him to understand
If he was to drop the sails
Or we might as well belong in jail

The years turned to centuries
The jails were dead
As the Gods looked everywhere
They found me hidden under a chair
I said I was praying for death instead

Captain Ahab sat in the courthouse
The judge asked me why he didn't listen
I let out a laugh and said he does
They said you can't speak
You have to listen first

The streets were open
Captain Ahab sat next to me
The glass was filled too soon
The bartender said the car was here for free
He told me finish your drink, first then flee

The captain asked what was in it
It was empty
Isn't everyone full of themselves
He told me that everybody is empty
I told him because everyone acts the same, probably

I left breezin'
This one is enjoyable, indeed.
Check the flows that double dutch
Even make Frankie's bus double clutch
Overtime im over time **** a limit
Landed on Plymouth rock hard to knock
Me out of the box like womens of Deborah *** we can't be friends
If you only after dividends no pretend
Suckas leechin' as an extend
No ropes to hang on im so long gone
Toxic ozone folks get the prolong
Once they hear the words over the song
Beat on my chest like king kong ding ****
Managers said i was wrong  for soundin' his gong
All ya heard was a bell that wrung sprung by my quick blow a pro dynamite pyro
Stick to what ya know rapper's in slo mo
Once I get the shine and glow
Like a disco ball not many wanna brawl
Flint cells spark it well til ya thoughts swell
Got ya head spinnin' like a carousel
So it never fails silenced ya cartel
Once all hell breaks loose you choose?
Flatten ya caboose aint no **** truce
Once I flex the duece duece **** a loose goose
After I'm done I chunk up the duece
Then sit back & sip that Canadian mudded moose


My double o three fifty seven sending ****** like Bronson to heaven
Prefer Mack elevens blood stained veteran
From the pain held within' my war brethrens  
Never shed tears to the ears of fears
Drawn by an illusion broke the boostin'
Cuz I ain't use to loosin' cruisin'
Through enemies my way on the highway
Smoke the stickiest joints watch me anoint
From styles that point like a compass
Needle nose see how the magnet flow
Level ya degrees breezin' through the trees
Mother nature is a tease
Cure all diseases
Im raps remedy if you ain't a friend of me
Might as well become one with the cemetery
Minus the obituary fools hurry and worry
Haters say and pray that "the demons take you away"
But they get no say nay I'm all about the grey
Clouds speak loud when the Sunshine's not allowed
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
First of all, I'm interested in the cold
And a state in which you're living couldn't be washed away
Like a hopeless dream, that some of us stare in hopeless exuding
Of doing what can die and that, dies because of seeking ease as it lives
Truantly yours, a trunk full of things symbolizing complicated things in a box full of simple items
Whimsical farms o' yonder, serried
Happen, a dream they happen
Rye and risen' with the clement weather
Go ahead, miss your flight
To go breezin' in some lost serene time
When you'd really smother yourself in need
If you're deeper individualism allows that breeding, just by the essential summation of communication, by all means, go ahead and seek
Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she'll conquer the world.
Listen deeply to what the forces said, undercover killers, with the bubble jackets and dreads,
On the corners, scratching for breads, only to get set up by the feds,
So many hood informants, laying dormant, this is another live entertainment,
***** in the barrel mentality, they try to get me, to talk bad about my own family,
Don't matter the skin to me, truth knows no colors, word to my sisters to brothers,
Call me the cookie cutter, shaping women like no other, lay out the duck butter,
Hold up, I gotta stay on a positive note, infamous styles, signaling quotes,
Punched into the afterlife, Hendrix talking to a brothers soul, sitting ol' rock and roll,
On a stroll, left hand pinching the desert sands, man I hope y'all understand,
The rocks crying out to the Gods man, I play it cool breezin' like a fan,
We got stocks from the USA Germany to Japan, 11th member of the clan,
My styles is canned, pop eyes once the spinach is cracked out of the can,
Steaming like a kettle, these posionous darts, keep ya lyrics sterile,
Knocking down Pharoah's, I'm Moses at Mt Sinai, shooting mental arrows,
See how many fall below, the shadow of the gods, playing against all odds,
Everyday I sit it, like it's life support, hold up vintage forts, hard for ya to retort,
I speak on the real, hate for the haters, who squeal, in the spirit like Hanq Neal,
Faces of falsehood, always reveal they deal, chasing the broken wheels,
Of fortune, torture fantasy with facts of reality, everybody lost in this society,
Quietly, I denounce the wicked treachery, witches stewing to the brewery,
Evil and good, cousins of a braille destiny, see where I might be, days of Sean Connery,
I'm bonded, like James take high aim,
Let my critics feel the shame, when they thought they had me tamed,
I broke six out of ten commandments, *******, yeah they can't stand it,
Yo gotta stay high, super fly,
Hit the regal,
Buick yo my ***** illegal,
No tags, popping rags,
Beating to dj *****,
And a hood near you,
See how break down the crew,
We all deep,
Any hating, bet yalll get put to sleep, as i creep,
Like climbers on a steep,
Hill, this aint no jack and jill,
Watch me, roll out the real,
Just riding, vibin,
Highway gliding,
**** smokin, got our minds collidin,
Deep in the cosmos, thinking bout where they go,
Wondering souls,
Stuck on the crossroads, of where i wanna go,
I see horns, and halos, in the same storm,
The vibration, got me feelin' temptation,
Lustin', tryna void the damnation,
But ****,
The chicks looking good,
Body just wastin',
Backyard got my wood all hard,
Droolin,
Like a saint Bernard, learned from scars,
Everything, aint about fancy cars,
Winds breezin,
Smokes so heavy, ya cant even breath in,
In **** in,
We trust, from ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
I just let my mind, stay on hush,
As i walk the beats,
Gangster **** for the streets,
Verse so mellow,
Keep it on constant repeat,
Travis Green Oct 2021
Tell me I can come to your crib
Lay back on your sofa
Cool breezin’, crankin’ up the jams
Amiably incandescent, canoodling
Feeling a crescendo of ardency between us

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