It's that time of the month again, your rent is due. You'd better pay up or I'll beat the hell out of you. Don't try to get out of paying again, I don't want to hear an excuse. Stop trying to get pity by saying you were a victim of ****** abuse. I want my money, I don't want to hear excuses or lies. When it comes to giving me an excuse, don't even try. Do I get my money or do you get a beating? Pay me or my fists are what you'll be eating. You just insulted me, you said that I'm so fat that I look like the Goodyear Blimp. I just punched you in the face and you've started crying because you're a wimp. Stop blubbering like a two year old, be mature like an adult. And I will permanently disable you if you hurl anymore insults. I'd like to avoid sending you to the emergency room and myself to jail. Just gimme my **** money, I'm getting tired of having to raise hell.
sometimes you can't only rent space in your mind to the ones you want to be there this landlord cannot control every tenant's presence but I think if you once leased a suite maybe even penthouse I've got you in a cramped studio jacking up the rent some people even own property but you're on the way out until maybe the last trace of you is a mis-labeled buzzer or a letter that never received your change of address
Breath In & Out The neuro- toxins of your sad and ever fighting struggle (BLACK MOLD) Hopefully you do make It out alive. Here Here- Let's praise a cheer and hope Hope Wish & Pray For the very best My dear....BLACK PLIGHT PLAGUING & Mold ing Me asunder: Death.
Lived with it for two weeks and started to feel the adverse effects.. Headaches and pain in orbital sockets... 10/18/15 10:30 p.m.
Trees hold the deep earth together way below with crooked fingers of the underworld and catches foul above Upward to the heavens on finger towers, clapping on winds they shake their dander And the makers of green bras on mountain tops
They are the landlords of ground,and air beasts, and incumbent giants of the ages They whisper being puppeteered by winds of old They are the alchemists of oxygen They are dangling playgrounds They are the Autumn crunches beneath our feet
Trunk etchings by bards, trees reflecting cultures' dissemination We walk under penumbras that deny the scorch of summer as cool water douses fire, so too, shade douses heat
Watching trees in my pleasant reverie I observe how they help break the carpeted land, bringing about a certain diversity in moving tranquility and rustling of their songs
This poem was inspired by my poem "Ancient trees of Majesty" which catches rhymatic couplets