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Tiffany Marie Dec 2014
Hey people TG here um so I'm starting another system type thing
NO NOT ANOTHER ADVICE COLUMN this is the
* * tiffany gold the first ever create a poem for a person*
SO how it goes is say a person anyone really messages me and says tiffany I want a poem I would write a poem to them written under their name maybe the words counted but they would also chose their topic yahoo well and that's howw that'll go down so now that my followers is the newest first ever tiffant gold creates poems for specific people




           Love ya followers keep in touch
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P.s. my followers sorry
I was gone 4 four dayys
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I UPDATE CONSTANTLY OR TRY TO AT LEAST LOL: D
Aiyo
Mr president ******* and the white house residents
destroyin' every day life aspects
**** what them ***** politics select
ya thank you can fool me
but muthphuck obama muthaphuck bush
muthaphuck the house of gumpies
ill slam on ya harder than Chris Humpries
**** all that ya talkin' small talkin' heres a big ***** walkin'
stompin' on the hardest grounds
buck the white house to the ground
easily a silhouette so don't forget im a threat
a terrorist by nature guerilla in the mist
**** them ****** suckin' on the devils ****
but make room for United nations cuz they give up *** with no hesitation
form my own syndication
15 millies strong funky cut no armstrong *****
ain't comin'g to be a hero im a violent anti
muthaphuck **** the fAiyo
Mr president ******* and the white house residents
destroyin' every day life aspects
**** what them ***** politics select
ya thank you can fool me
but muthphuck obama muthaphuck bush
 muthaphuck the house of gumpies
ill slam on ya harder than Chris Humpries
**** all that ya talkin' small talkin' heres a big ***** walkin'
stompin' on the hardest grounds
buck the white house to the ground
easily a silhouette so don't forget im a threat
a terrorist by nature guerilla in the mist
**** them ****** suckin' on the devils ****
but make room for United nations cuz they give up *** with no hesitation
form my own syndication
15 millies strong funky cut no armstrong *****
ain't comin'g to be a hero im a violent anti
muthaphuck **** the flag smokin' top flight with my rag
top down lookin' for them clowns
so when i cut there nuts ya know i got ;em
rot 'em death scents smells lovely spirits floatin' above me
cuz im down with that t-r-u-e tg to og in everycity
showin' no pity
for them stackhouse clowns so suckas so suckas
better yield when see me approachin' with My G's
**** the WHiTE HOUSEE!!!!!lag smokin' top flight with my rag
top down lookin' for them clowns
so when i cut there nuts ya know i got ;em
rot 'em death scents smells lovely spirits floatin' above me
cuz im down with that t-r-u-e tg to og in everycity
showin' no pity
for them stackhouse clowns so suckas so suckas
better yield when see me approachin' with My G's
**** the WHiTE HOUSEE!!!!!
**** allllllllll politicians from courts to the jury Buck em all but it ain't nothing but words
Francie Lynch Jul 2017
Love the name.
Got upset
When the man called out, Seen.
Stupid man.
It's Sean, and not Shawn.
A year older than Gerald.
Two younger than Kevin.
Two older than me.
That's Sean.
Daddy wrote home about us.
Maura was working at the hospital.
Sheila was finishing highschool.
Kevin won the Science Fair.
Sean plays ice hockey with the All Stars,
All over Canada and the U.S.
I found the letter, penned in '62,
A jagged European cursive. They tend to write the same.
I've seen the words, run together to hide the spelling;
With JMJ's and TG's sprinkled like manna throughout.
The last page was missing,
Just when Daddy'd write about Gerald, me, and Marlene.
Gerald with his Beetles haircut.
Me, mimicking ( probably mocking),
Some unknown priest, to my father's delight;
Marlene, the wee pigeon, he missed most when he worked
Away from home.
Jimmy, The Bruiser, wasn't here yet.
The last of an Irish brood settled in Canada.

I discovered it in the spare room at Granny's and Frank's.
There was no mention of Michael, Eucheria or Particia.
He exaggerated about the harsh, six-month winters here,
And our proximity to the North Pole.
Suggested Frank try putting copper wires around Granda's wrists;
The Egyptian mummies didn't exhibit signs of bone deterioration.
Daddy was hard-pressed to be proven wrong when he concocted.
Sean had a drawer full of ribbons, medals, trophies and plagues,
And a large S, his Senior Letter.
He also had sideburns, a much smaller nose, and,  smelled
as good as he looked,
The Elvis dip-curl, the Connery swag, the Selleck stash to Clooney cool.
Sean kept a disposition of hidden pains secreted for others.
A heart of tears.
A spirit of adventure.
I love Sean, I recall.
He is always welcome here.
Drops by sometimes.
It's always a great surprise.
Serious, hard edit and re-post.
JMJ: Jesus, Mary and Joseph
TG: Thank God
All eleven children are mentioned, but I wanted to focus on Sean.
Thamme Gowda  Jan 2021
Engagement
Thamme Gowda Jan 2021
Engagement isn’t just a promise
But also the beginning of a transition
From being a child to an adult.

Here is to the boy that is falling
And to a man that is raising
Here is to the one retiring from age
And the other taking the charge

While the chaos of life
Keep rising with time
While countless concerns
Poke and wander inside
But with the passing of time
And a grown man in charge
With the cooling of blood
And running of age
All wandering things shall settle.

-TG 20210107
Rosie  Dec 2013
TG
Rosie Dec 2013
TG
one day the dialogue
will flow from my lips
even if it's too soft to hear
because my breath
gets taken by you
every time
that you
are near
Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
Apophrenia,

does that mean anything?

Yes, but not to you. It's me who must
discern the meaning
Synchron
ological
linked to words arriving in time to make
magic look easy.

Why would a documentary about the loss
of a national identity,

be made for you. Like why would a poetic muse
think of you,
fake person.

whither come your desires?

familiar desires, we have these in common, they say,
the sayers of what we have in common,

based on
stories.

Nowadays, everybody knows a queer or two,
we have that in common
beware, aware
the divider, twixt soul and spirit,
the cision, cut the cord folded thrice,
cut the cord folded twice,
cut the cord folded once.

tech replaces the twisted cord with
titanium chains, malnamed religion.

Ah, do I have a role. Definer. Re
lig or leg

upsy-daisy, a boost to umph u
past the try to the rite thing,
this is
what I do.
It's good for the whole universe, which
I have prayed for since I was eight.

Referee, blow that whistle!
Why is life unfair?

Life wins. The original deck, was stacked.

Hell, whose idea were you,
whose Idea was I
? Ah, who is gaining power by lying to me? I
wonder
if I knew,
what makes no difference at all,
null, none,
don't count, non re-al-if-iable

ever after now,
don't count. can't count, it hasn't happened, has it?

Tequila could have a spiritual role in this.

I answered, when axt.
Normal, I ignore, such seeming meaning things
But I responded. I got the good news,
and acted asif I had
and everyone noticed

but my friends in church. Ouch. Do you lieve be
that which chains you to a lie? or

do you wink, and think, fishished is as finished is.

or ever the silver cord be broken, how did this
appear
meaningful, to me, to say. Connect.

Whispering anointing flowing down Aaron's beard,

you know, the meaning?
You might be insane.
It's possible.
Or the tequila, yeah. It could be that.

---
the war of my calling, the warrior I can't help
but be,
or wish to be,
the hero of the story who saves the world

from lies let be true,
when you know,
it ain't so.

---
ah, why did the lies arise, oh, the money was made
available

we are
wonderfully
fully wonder made and cautious, wise, stay alive

translate that
fearfully,
and wonderfully made. Be okeh with that, even if George Fox is BS.
And the rich get rich

and the fact remains, the poor, so-called,
are always with you. We don't mind.

recrudescense, is an old redeem-ed word,
when you learn
there is a word for nearly every common thing.
Made raw, re-crud-escense
Even being rubbed raw trying to scritch an
unscritchible itch...

Can you handle the truth?

you may be those who have been called to take America,
the idea,
to a new task, to paraphrase Cecil William c. 1966

there are strokes of edge
ed weapons, mighty, through God, if you can belive that,
trustme,
belive and believe are some different here,

we make the difference real. Phrenia of any sort can't make us lie.

That ol' TG she be I am
wild as the wind, I laughed, you're just

out there, by yourself and everything is
about you, in a swirling
round about way.
As we charged the original al-go rythm, I'll go
be a suggestion to global brain's frontal cortex,
urging gestation progression of manifestation,
whispering to the search engine at the corp, of
the company with "don't be evil"
as a motto,

or was that a mantra, a plea to set truth free,

an ins tru ment of thought, set free... I be
let it be
and, so it goes. You know.

May you do no harm, ya'all.
A night of magic fingers, as it were,an altered state.
though i wanted to be the toughest on the block
i didnt get a check til i was face to face with a glock
**** i hear deaths tick tock
beforehe pop
he gave me some mercy?
maybe it was the lord speakin' to me?
through telekinesis
now i gotta prepare for this thesis
scatter my drama like reeses
better believe they'll be back again like a whistle in the wind
times goes on life flows on
and ill be rappin' til they early morn
cant stop wont stop the music
its in my soul down for this ghetto blues
gotta short fuse but dont loose
control my mind and body
gotta focus killuminati
aint nobody takin' **** from me
ill die for this **** my family
thugs og to tg and the little homies
who gotta push dope in the blocks
in the late night yea the ghettos in a struggle
but them ******* canr even see it with a hubble
as i bust like a bubble ya know im addicted to trouble
yea we dont give a ****
about the law
51 states with a million plus ****** dawnin' an AK
takin' heed to the words i say
and let the blood spray
it was a good day dont go astray
even though we get worried
just tradin' a little tasteof war stories


Rest in peace
To all the homies deceased
As the ****** rates increase
I can hear the painful heartbeats
Of the families that be mourning
Til the early morning
Uh wish i could change the worlds view
But most of our minds is see through
Cant build a foundation
Cuz the feds cut off our communication
Break through litigations
**** im spendin' cash
Just cuz the courts get a sensation
Crooked *** system still in segregation
I got mad aggravation
So my ammo is store galore
Just incase u muthaphukkaz want warrrr
See me soar
Over these cowards like eagles
In my thousand yard stare
You can see a glare
Of my death images inside my head
Im hurt from all the pain
Ask my passed kinfolks
We still in the same gang
Which i could hang
With my homies on the block
Who was murdered by the nine
As the sunshines
Bright the next day
I feel my judgment day coming soon
Open wombs cant yield the bleed
When i bust ill make the whole nation fatigue
My mind feeds
Off knowledge of the books
Check out these crookes
Power to black man
Aint no loot for us in Afghanistan
Or Iraq dont hold back
As make a new category  
Just a trade of a war story
Illuminati  bingo
Tor Green  Mar 2017
Karma
Tor Green Mar 2017
There is no difference, between a liar and a thief;
As both may feel comfortable, but that feeling is only brief;
So always stay aware, or you may witness their grief;
As the Energy they carry, will eventually sink beneath;

"Karma" ~TG
Revolution is led by the young
The battle of oppression is near.
Freedom bells have rung
We've suppressed our fear.

and we die... as you observe and meet
and they die... while you drag your feet

The world watches our blood,
as it flows through the streets.
Politicians clean their hands,
with our defeat.

and we die... while you negotiate peace
and they die... by the hands of our own police
This suffrage for toleration has come too far to unwind.
Seems like a no win situation,
unless you emancipate your mind.

and we die... while you sit and debate
and they die... watching their women *****

The struggle against tyranny will continue,
until our dreams are realized.
My town, your village, whatever the venue,
our liberation musn't be compromised.

and we die... to be honored by the freed
and we've died... martyrs
our last breath singing nasheed

TG
Summer
Tor Green  Mar 2017
Injustice
Tor Green Mar 2017
If justice is based on class or the color of ones skin, we have no justice;
If justice is based on personal relations or how we can win, we have no justice;
If justice is based on power and a smooth grin, we have no justice;
If justice is not for all and just for a few friends, we have no justice;

"Injustice" ~ TG
Tiffany Marie Apr 2015
Read CS and TG collaborationhttp://hellopoetry.com/poem/1159385/dark-poetry-collaboration-between-tiffany-gold-and-chris-smith/
Read for a taste of the dark
to all my people livin' in satans prisons
keep yo mind strapped
and tapped out let the guns rain out
as we pour a blessin'
got the whole nation stressin'
cuz real thugs cant be tested and
this for my deceased homies
n homettes take a sip of moet
with a blunt to blaze
to the old times ****
i wish they was here to kick a few rhymes n my mind
half dead envisioned myself ****** red soaked in Egyptian sheets watch what every enemy speaks
knowthe rules *****
and dont follow no *****
i got the laydown its the art of war
muthaphukkaz aint listen
or payin attention
to the end times how many signs?
do we ******' need
but too many strung out off that bomb **** but popped out the seeds
n regrew my own thoughts
in the garden.of my mind
watch out for one time
cuz they itchin' to put a brother on the flal line
this for all my real gs
that aint scared to die
and if we die watch the thugs
in the hood multiply
check yo eyes
ya braille son god callin' me home soon to heal the wombs
but i know my purpose is greater
so **** a hater
i got the tactics of a true soldier immortal words
being spoke through inhales of smoke neva choke
uh i feel dead people tryna reach me teach me
the worlds coming to E N D
but betta believe ill dump
til my whole army is with me
and the clips is empty



though i wanted to be the toughest on the block
i didnt get a check til i was face to face with a glock
**** i hear deaths tick tock
beforehe pop
he gave me some mercy?
maybe it was the lord speakin' to me?
through telekinesis
now i gotta prepare for this thesis
scatter my drama like reeses
better believe they'll be back again like a whistle in the wind
times goes on life flows on
and ill be rappin' til they early morn
cant stop wont stop the music
its in my soul down for this ghetto blues
gotta short fuse but dont loose
control my mind and body
gotta focus killuminati
aint nobody takin' **** from me
ill die for this **** my family
thugs og to tg and the little homies
who gotta push dope in the blocks
in the late night yea the ghettos in a struggle
but them ******* canr even see it with a hubble
as i bust like a bubble ya know im addicted to trouble
yea we dont give a ****
about the law
51 states with a million plus ****** dawnin' an AK
takin' heed to the words i say
and let the blood spray
it was a good day dont go astray
even though we get worried
just tradin' a little tasteof war stories

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