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T McGilberry Jul 2018
As I sit and let my spirit ferment,
Sips of my conversation will change your state of mind..
I should have ID'd you at the door.
come swim with the sharks
She Writes Mar 2018
Your words already undressed me,
Before your hands got the chance.
Sam Apr 2018
When our battle comes from within,
How will it be possible to win?
Our left is tearing away from our right-
How can we win? How do we fight?

We try clawing our way out of this hole,
But only effortlessly, losing our soul.
Lets fight to be heard, let's all scream-
"We need to wake up from this dream"!

Nothing makes sense anymore,
And we are left empty to the core.
Let's rise up from this pit
And tell the masses as we see fit
So all can become aware of the lies being told
To trick you into the mold.

They turn us into sheep
So we can make comfortable the elite.
There is no life in being a slave-
They want us to keep digging our grave!

And there is no heaven or hell,
That a big fat lie as well!
Money and religion go hand in hand
Making sheeple of every man.
Controlling you, and certainly not caring
If your life is worth sparing.

We have to wake up and realize
That our ship is being captized!
Teamwork will be the only way to save it,
That is, if you even give a ****.
My dear friend wrote this and asked me to post for her.


I gape at YOU
with my mouth closed

I walk on a moon
without a space suit

I run bare feet
on the volcanic fire

I fly into your skies -
even without wings

Despite YOU eluding me
with your glances
I am drooling all my LOVE
like your Rasputin dog
YOU know I do not even
want to stop melting myself

My black and white eyes reflects
Only YOUR rainbows in them

The moment I feel YOU within me
My eyes pop out and gaze at your beauty

My rustic veins within roars torrentZ
Spirally like a tornado / twister

My Blood pressure breaks
All the BP monitor limits

Ah... those eyes -
YOU are blessed with

Ah... What a face -
The All-Mighty has crafted

Oh.. My GOD
YOUR physical beauty -

Peacocks are ashamed to come out
And walk in front of you
When you are around

Knowing your **** wit and wisdom
I search for Einstein and Socrates
Who may be hiding under your skin

How stunning YOU are in totality
That is what works like a MAGICAL spell
On my poor love-lack-skeletal being

Through your existence
NATURE - All Mighty orchestrating
The biggest festival of LOVE ever seen

Did anyone tell you that
YOU are Leonardo's
Sculpture of Venus and
Painting of Mona Lisa

YOU feel so gentle,
Tender and soft in touch

YOU grace this earth to demystify
The concept of REAL TRUE
Natural earthy BEAUTY

Who will not adorn YOU
As an apple of their eyes..

No wonder Adam - EVE
Ate an apple of LOVE...

Mirroring -
Let I be your Adam
Let me be your Eve

Take away everything of mine
But keep me within
YOUR protective vault
Locker of a SOUL



In Praise Of Your "BEAUTY"
- Physical, Intellectual, Emotional, Spiritual, Divine
I, no I mean WE will not be defeated.
Now, hope might seem depleted
But I promise that at the end of the tunnel there is a light,
It might be small and barley in sight,
But it is there and it beckons for us to hold on,

Hold on to each other: our friends, our sisters, our brothers,
Because in a world full of hateful slurs,
Where name calling and bullying still occurs,
We need to see each other as more than just negative labels,
It is up to us to look into the eyes of hate and turn the tables,
You might look at that person different than you and call them names,
But all you do is lose sight of, that despite you trying to give them a new one, their name is James.

And James is a fricking genius. No he really is. He is solving high school math problems in the 3rd grade,
And that little James plays Behtoveen on the piano like it has never been played,
But you missed out on all his amazing talents and the best hug you will ever get,
Because you were too busy trying to impress your friends, not worried who you’d upset.  

It is time to learn there are a thousand better words than ******* or gay,
And most of y’all who use them don’t even know what they mean anyway,
So I will fight on to spread the word to end the word,
And no matter how many times they try and break us down,
I will never be deterred,
Because for the one’s I’ve known who are affected by this kind of speech,
For the kids I see every day, the students I teach,
I want them to live in the kind of place,
Where we give up hate and learn to embrace
So if you are with me, make the change today,
Buy a dictionary, find a better word to say.
This might be a sloppy poem but I just needed to get my frustrations out that people still use the words "gay" and "*******" so casually in conversations without any regard to the damage they are doing to others.

“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”

― Mother Teresa
SelinaSharday Feb 2018
Baby can I get into your mind.
Someplace in your head...
Baby can I intoxicate you mentally...
Someplace in your head,
Baby let me belong to you.
Someplace in your mind.
Baby will you daydream about me...
Someplace in your mind?
Is it a comfort to find a part of me, someplace in your mind?
Is there a hidden picture of me someplace that you keep safe?
Or is there a place that you rule me out.
And think that I'm playing games?
Is there a place where you think I don't feel the things I say?
A place where you think my desires aren't real.
Someplace in your mind?
Or Baby do you believe my goal is to achieve a oneness for us?
Baby will you imagine in your mind, me as a true love you've found?
In there can you be mine?
Can you destroy any negative thoughts that discredit me?
Baby believe in me.
Some where in your mind have you gotten a message from your heart.
To love me, keep me close, for I am good for you.
Has your heart told your mind not to let this love depart.
Someplace in my mind.
You will find, that I am all thine.
So Baby can I get in,
Baby am I in,
Someplace in your mind?
Mind, mental, connection
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
The world's gone mad but my mind is made up.
Time to let ya'll into the darkroom of my mind,
A place where I'm the referee of a poetic world cup.
This is where I am creative even though I'm blind
Don't get me wrong I am not leaving from town.
No more radio or TV saturated with all the sad news,
I have got enough breaking news of my very own...
Breaking to me each and every moment as it brews.
Come and meet the hard drive of my creative doom,
That contains my beautiful and liberated mind.
Welcome to my one bright side I call my darkroom,
It's a place that's so special, I reckon it's one of a kind.

You have to know that I always act blind but I see.
In my mind, I can walk stack naked and levitate.
My mind is where I remain totally black and free.
Come join me set my poetic dial and help me activate,
The code that will outshine any power on this earth.
My mind is where I live and where nobody has access,
Here I can run a poetic marathon without taking a breath,
Call it my playground and intellectual fortress.

My mind is deep, a place of absolute calm and refuge,
Somewhere I will always see as the final frontier.
It is dangerous and toxic like a nuclear centrifuge.
In there, I am all alert and vigilant like a soldier.
My mind is a darkroom where I give birth to new ideas.
It is a vessel and place in which I do magic with letters.
It is my holy land of thoughts, my own creative Judea,
Where each idea is sacred and light as bird feathers.

Welcome to the epicenter of my creative mind.
This is where I turn letters into spoken words
A front line of creativity where no one leaves behind.
Come and see where all words become useful swords.
My mind produces powerful words like some light beams...
Courageous and powerful words for extra motivation.
Spoken Words that will light up people's faded dreams.
Now you know that up in my mind are no limitation,
There exists an enormous capacity of time and space.
Welcome one, welcome all to the darkroom of my mind
Take a seat and be calm, be quiet this is my place
For this here is my personal creative post of command.



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My mind is the final frontier..the bright side I call my darkroom where I process loose letters into spoken words.
Intellectual stimulation* from a twisted mind
Bringing life to the *insanity
I tried to hide
Cracking whips to break the chains, feeling death drip from my veins
Pouring poison down the drain from infections inside
Chasing rumors through the sewers, lost in tunnels of depravity; God's the only viewer but this show's not quite reality
Gravity scraped knuckles with me all the way down
A brute stuck in a boot loop asking me to drown
These restarts after crashes turned my synapses to ashes
Now I can't feel the rats in my cyber cerebral casket
Dead in the head and strapped into my bed
I dug at my wrists until I saw red
The doctors applauded at everything the gauze did
It still couldnt stop it *so on it bled
Carrying around our death scrolls
As we roam satisfactorily.
While on us, death trolls
Carefully inspecting our every move.
To its final days, life crawls.

Every moment passing by us
Leaving behind a shadow of past.
The future doesn’t hold any promise,
The present already outcast.

Do we lest, ponder at least?
To where’s the rush,
And where are we heading to?
Do we not, reflect albeit?

We carry our death scrolls,
Proudly so, such oblivious souls.
nav Oct 2017
Don't brag about how you would show me paradise
****** my mind ,
make love to my thoughts
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