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Arcassin B Jul 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Burying myself in a water grave for the lost,
But the people or my family couldn't take way what it cost
so when I've fell into a state of Euphoria silencing where
my mind was from the beginning of culture and sinning
wasting my time when I be out getting a minimum wage,
At the end of the day, you aren't my concern,
I know God forgives if forgive yourself and others,
just let it burn,
don't care if you died today or tomorrow , i mean every word,
you are a disgrace for real in real life knowing that you never had a
worth,
******* abomination,
heart assassinated,
by a succubus,
this is more than hatred,
this is pure frustration,
this is desolation,
more like isolation,
I'm restoration,
I'm liberation,
I'm illumination,
I'm purification
I'm..
shine down on me.


/


She is always comfortable under my arms,
soft with ease.
soft with ease.

Making everything feel good for her,
for centuries.
Good for centuries.

Love comes for her lost soul in eyes,
eventually.
eventually.

I hate when shes away , lord can I get her back?
pretty please.
Pretty Please.

Have you ever been in love with somebody that could
capsulize your soul roasting on an open fire of past
memories that die.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/07/natures-lust-vol1.html
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
The little zero is big magic.
Count on any number in the number set.
Zero can give the heaps the giant leap,
yet no number can square it,
not even the complete set of digits.

Science trailing through the zero and one  
leads the digital age, continues to grow.
What's in a number is in the know,
but what's in a zero?

Now let’s take a trip into the matrix
without the arithmetic pill of the zero orb.
This time let it be with a poetic dose!

Should you not bask in the sun,
dipped only dew-deep,
shimmering in the sea of its deep
shadow in one little drop?
Can you touch a moon
up high, waxing lyrical  
above the billowing ocean?
Xyns Jul 2018
“I guess words are a
*******

they can be
great

or they can
degrade

or even worse

they can teach
hate”

-Marshall Mathers III
Tyler Matthew Jun 2018
Well, I hopped off the ship
and fell face first
in a pile of ****.
Thought nothing's worse.
Saw a man go by
pullin' a hearse,
then I remembered
this single verse:

Oh, it'll get better now.
Say oh, it'll get better.
Don't let the wind
ruffle those feathers.
Just when it rains,
pray for some good weather
and oh, it'll get better.

When I rose again,
I fell into
a mess of chains
and heavy, too.
I asked the Lord
what can I do.
He told me Child
this one's for you:

Oh, it'll get better now.
Say oh, it'll get better.
Don't let the wind
ruffle those feathers.
Just when it rains,
pray for some good weather
and oh, it'll get better.

I managed to
shake off the weight.
Resolved I could
determine my fate.
Went lookin' for a boat
to take me back,
but the docks were bare and
I had a heart attack.

So I sit right on
the edge of this land
where the anchors drop
and the ships did land,
sing this song
to whoever I can,
stomp my feet
and clap my hands, it goes:

Oh, it'll get better now.
Say oh, it'll get better.
Don't let the wind
ruffle those feathers.
Just when it rains,
pray for some good weather
and oh, it'll get better.
we're going to speak
the language of love
all through the
night
we're going to speak
the language of love
until the dawning
light

it'll be so fine
talking in a familiar
lingo
we'll voice it
in an intimate
tango

the meeting and meshing
of close
dialogue
an imbibing with
a special
monologue

let's commence our love
discussions
there is much to these lyrical
percussions

it's so powerful
in the message it
communicates
our linguistics
will enjoy the highest of
rates

we're going to speak
the language of love
all through the
night
we're going to speak
the language of love
until the dawning
light
Laurin Thor Jun 2018
The dreadful is not bearable.
The good is unreachable.
Our gods condemn us.
And death is a curse.

We all suffer. We all fear.
Anguish and distress
are not utterly in our hands.
We are not in control
of our life and death.

Do not despair.

~

For somatic dread
is equalized by
the deepest pleasures.
For fear is merely
an imperfect prison.

Do not despair.

~

For the good
is within our reach.
Let go of empty desires.
Dismiss aversion
and attain true delight.

Do not despair.

~

For the divinity of the gods
is our shield.
Internalize the truth:
within the divine
there is no wrath.

Do not despair.

~

For our deepest grief
lies in the fear of death.

Do not despair.

For death is no curse
and life is not far from complete.
Embrace mortality
and make it the gem of your being.

No damnation awaits.
No sorrow is at hand.
For death is insentient.
The ancient sage:
his life my blueprint
his death my archetype.

Do not despair.

For death is insentient.

~
This is a poem based on a paper I wrote about a part of the philosophy of Epicurus.
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Do you get nervous everywhere you walk?
Do you get nervous when the light comes down?

Do you have problems in your hometown that your family couldn't
fathom , But would love to keep you around?

Are there troubles that would make you or break you?
You don't know the conditions of my past , so don't have any right
to doubt too.

I say the reasons why my heart stays frozen cause emotions won't
be triggered by my body heat to create a thing called love.
You could make your own purpose , I'm not trying to get in the way.
But If I leave and never come back just know that I'm not here to stay,
I don't wanna be your friend,
I don't wanna teach ya, just to get a piece of knowledge and flee.
I had to end the charade because it was you or me.
Now this day in age friends are pretty overrated ,don't you agree?
I really hoped you saw it clear in my eyes if I give you tools to see,
I don't wanna be your mentor , I wanna be happy,
Ended it so sadly,
i don't wanna,
I don't wanna be your friend,
I'm just trying,
I'm just tying to be with the one above all up in heaven,
One above all up in heaven.


Your dismissed , very unmissed,
Got no time to comprehend this diss,
still you miss,
all the things I've told you, I can't deal with this,
I don't miss,
anything about you, all I care is about the one above all.
All I care about is the one above all,
All I care about is the one above all,
All I care about is the one above all,
All I care about is the one above all,
All I care about is the one above all,
The one above all.

Your dismissed , very unmissed,
Got no time to comprehend this diss,
still you miss,
all the things I've told you, I can't deal with this,
I don't miss,
anything about you, all I care is about the one above all.
All I care about is the one above all,
All I care about is the one above all,
All I care about is the one above all,
The one above all.
©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


You made it right when you picked up the pieces that were shattered,
Phone calls made me realize,
Who would've known the smiles would hypnotize,
I never thought that I would win the prize,

Love.could.not.be so real,
Even When you fall down in the dumps,
it ain't no room for depression,
Heart for rent in this room staring at you no matter what I do.

Turned around and then slapped my face with no remorse,
I had enough trouble staring in those eyes,
you had the knife,
my back was the only thing in sight,
Injuring me was all smiles for you,

You made it right when you picked up the pieces that were shattered,

Phone calls made me realize,
those dial tones wasn't cool though,
My boys warned me that you were a ***,
No matter what I do in this situation , you'll still always be one of those.
©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Growing old as a dead man,
living in the water.
All alone,no one to love,
faith that you believe in is faith that only I should have,
In such a world like this one,they will decide.
just to pick and choose what their hearts want to desire.

I could be the one to tell spill my heart out on the table.
hate me and then they love me , at the same time they're able.
why won't females take me as I am and not they want.
But all I get is girls that go behind my back and simply just taunt,
why  does love forsake me?

My mind nowadays doesn't focus on what the love brings,
visions in my head bring up exes and God it really stings,
what the **** is the purpose of everybody settling,
buying diamonds and pearls for people they were gossiping,
about , next you know everybody breaks up,
they just take a breath, lost whatever your mind makes up,
I thought she loved me,
I thought she cared,
she knew my moms and I thought it was okay,
but,
I must have did something wrong cause now she got her mind made
up packing clothes in a suitcase,
When I gave everything was it a ******* joke?
you don't got sense enough to look me in the face,
life lessons here , love is overrated,
don't you situate it,don't you complicate it,
people only replicate it.
live life by yourself to the end,
I know you like me but I tell you this as a friend.

I could be the one to tell spill my heart out on the table.
hate me and then they love me , at the same time they're able.
why won't females take me as I am and not they want.
But all I get is girls that go behind my back and simply just taunt,


I Don't Care What You Want.
©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
trf May 2018
I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo
I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo
A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo
Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled.

I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As the crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes

Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.

Yea, rest in peace
You heard me twice, I didn't blink
Counting sheep
Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink
Time to sleep
I raise a glass to have a drink
I kissed your cheek
Rats don't have time to think.

I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As a crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes

Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
Ya gotta love the lyrical stew of poetry in rap songs sometimes. Throw humble out the window and ball till ya fall. Hahahaha. This fun had to be done
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