#cowards
twin just pop up,
In my life , I want you to just pop up,
you reflect in women that don't like us,
you reflect in women that don't like us,
Resort to lesbianism because they hurt,
But soon find out that women lie too,
what has a god done to you?
I use my words to grow these flowers in vowels to
Show case them in front of people that don't allow us
freedom of speech cause they cowards,
I used them now to bring love back to the black community.
☯️full poem in link below c/p
©abpoetry2025
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 2:33 AM UTC
All I know is monsters
All I see is a cold world that gets darker as the *** stir's
The future blurs to a point its so obscure it's not yours
Can't seem to stop words from causing me to go backwards
Maybe I need to go back and relearn like toddlers in diapers
There's no cures
All the fibers of my being are withering away like dead flowers
Retreating like cowards
The more I try the worse I fail, a living hell, crunch the numbers
I've done the math, a chalk board full of blunders
Nightmares occurring with my eyes wide shut
It's more then a rut
A candidate to win? Nope, I have a losing ballot
No safety blanket and no bright colors on my pallet
Hollow and cryptic
Revisit the past like I'm stuck to it with a rivet
This isn't just unfortunate it's inadequate
Chew off my arm to be free or just cannibalistic
Can I even resist it?
This dark army that I have enlisted
For to long happy never even existed
And you wonder why I tend go ballistic...
Man, *** this $hit!
©2018
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
Repost: true story appeal.
A mothers plee: Let my children go.
and come to me.
USA FBI ( RDDBBA)
Appeal to the powerful wealthiest.
Save my children and grandkids
Our enemies noone is above the law
The evil doer criminals hide their crimes
Assassination of character their banners.
Dear daughters anyone who lies about mother
Pin it on them they are the culprit.
~~~
Destroying enemies of my grown kids
Protection prayer for the crown jewels
of heroic amazing Moms
Fir a lifetime Mom BBA victim of hate crime in LA by a group of racist haters.
Prayer for justice and freedom against
false friends who lie divide to Maine to **** covertly so.
Assassinating heroic Mom's character and her lovely
Offspring; Ellen Ch,
Rose Abrecht Jeanette Moreen W
(in LA CA( Illinois TJ.Mexico
~~
Destruction of impostor mothers wannabees
Who Maine hurt play with babies lives newborn and hunt down stalk years and years
To pin their evil doing on their
amazing successful heroic survivor
Mother, grandmother (BBA®DD-jpc-AA)
The unprovoqued enemies of my motherhood
© God of my praise, don’t remain silent,®
for the wicked have opened their devilish mouth of deceit against us.
They have spoken to my family with a lying tongue.
They have also surrounded me with words of hatred, they use harrass my young grown children.
continually fightt against me without a cause
.
In return for my love my silence, my enemies
are my adversaries;
but I am in prayer.
They have rewarded me evil for good,
and hatred for my motherly triumphant love.
Set a wicked man over them who falsely accuse me human traffickers i had escaped from.
Let an adversary stand at his their right hand.
When ***** is judged, let our enemies come out guilty.
Let my kid's false friends their prayer
be turned into sin and medical tampering
malignant medical frauds turn on against them all.
Let our deadly enemies days be few.
Let another take their twisted offices.
Let the enemy's children also be stolen and become fatherless,
and the false mothers, evil wives suddenly be a widow.
Let his children be wandering beggars.
Let them be hunted down from their ruins.
Let the creditor seize all our enemies have illegitimatedly acquired.
Let strangers plunder the fruit of all their twisted labor.
Let there be no one to extend kindness to any of them,
neither let there be anyone to have pity on his fatherless children.
Let his posterity be cut off.
In the generation following let their name be blotted out.
Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered by the LORD.
Don’t let the sin of his mother be blotted out.
Let them be before the LORD continually,
that he may cut off their memory from the earth;
because they didn’t remember to show any kindness no mercy,
but persecuted the poor and needy mother struggling to survive all alone,
broken in heart, to **** her.
Yes, they loved cursing, and it came to them.
They didn’t delight in blessing, and it was far from them
They clothed themselves also with cursing as with their only garment.
Evil came into his inward parts like water,
like oil into his bones.
Let it be to them as the clothing with which they cover himself,
for the belt that is always around them.
This is the reward of and to my adversaries from the LORD omnipresent,
of those who speak evil against our soul.
~
But deal with me, GOD the Lord,† for your name’s sake,
because your loving kindness is good, deliver me;
Deliver my children and grandkids hide us from the evil doer in medical uniforms
They maime ****** make it look like accident
Not to avert the authority
of our impending death they trash our medical records.
Lord almighty I am poor and needy God Jesus.
My heart is wounded within me.
I fade away like an evening shadow.
I am shaken off like a locus
My heart is wounded within me have mercy I'm innocent.
I fade away like an evening shadow I been victimized by those who cover their many crines against me.
I am shaken off like a locust.
My knees are weak through fasting.lbI am a sage lord.
My body is thin and lacks fat.
I have also become a reproach to them.
When they see me, they shake their head, feed and inject my family poisons.
Help me, LORD, my God.
Save us according to your loving kindness;
that they may know that this is only your hand;
that you, LORD, have done it.
They may curse, but you bless.
When they arise, they will be shamed,
but your servant shall rejoice.
Let my adversaries be clothed with their own dishonor.
Let them cover themselves with their own shameful sins as with a robe.
I will give great thanks to the LORD with my mouth.
Yes, I will praise him among the multitude.
For he will stand at the right hand of the needy,
to save us from those who judge our humble loving soul.
~~~~
A repost:Biblical truth
All Rights on the personal notation
By: Mr and Mrs Andrews
for and and with Karijinbba
~
May 6, 2023
May 6, 2023 at 12:33 PM UTC
Reality is not Hiding
It is being hidden
By liars
It is being covered
By demons
It is being shielded from us
By cowards
It does not hide
It fights everyday to be seen
....like me
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
What has the world come to
The people in charge are cowards
I'm also a coward
But a more open minded coward
Fix the system
We're living in the mud
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Lies are unexpected
You could have lie to others
But you can't lie to yourself
Lies are unnecessary
Why choose to tell lies
When you could just tell the truth
Lies are usually for the cowards
It doesn't make things better
They mess you up miserably
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 6:49 AM UTC
My mind is a Haunted House.
I live in it with
the abusers,
the non-believers,
the cowards
and the lairs.
I am haunted by
lovers who have come and gone;
traitors that took my skin and
made it a stranger to me;
and the ghosts that make my brain their home.
I am haunted
because I know that I was not brave enough.
I am haunted
by those who have come after me
because I was not loud enough.
I am Sorry, my loves.
I could not stop what happened to you.
But I will teach you how to cope
with your Haunted House.
I pray for you, my loves.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
Cowards: Men who kick a woman(esp. after he's the 1 that drug her down). You'd never suspect
it's the men with a good reputation around town. If they're true & through bad they don't fight only women but their fist are enough for anyone who angers them enough... he'll try to take anyone down.
BUT it's a pure yellow-bellied coward sort that doesn't have what it takes to stand up to another, not for himself much less any other.
Lowest **** of all cowards are the ones who kick her like she's
a dog when she's on the ground,
standing up over her like a tall tower,
feeling proud with
power.
If or when it's found out then she deserved it all. Oh yeah, without a doubt especially if she's already been down the abuse pattern route.
When he kills her; appears justified because they say, she should have gotten out before she died.
But sure enough, it's a pure coward that'll kick
a woman & tell her that he should stomp her brain's out.
SCREAMING at her
FORCING her to
answer his questions when she's already too frightened to make a sound...
knowing that no matter the answer she decides, it's just another excuse for him to slap her around, why? Because of course whatever answer will be
a lie,
I guess a coward must
be able to predict it's a
lie before any words
ever have to come out,
I guess she lied because she just wants to be slapped around.
Wait what's that sound?
Oh it's death bells now
they'll bury me in the
ground. Death is merely
peace that I've finally
found.
~SacredInkedBlood ©2018
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
When cowards flirt
Sparks don't fly
Arrows don't fly
Birds don't fly
They don't even sing
When cowards flirt
There's no amazement
There's no tomorrow, or when
Drums don't beat
When cowards flirt
Hope takes a pounding
The heart packs up and
Moves to the throat
When cowards flirt
It sounds like sorry
It sounds like the wind blowing through you
They run
When cowards flirt
It sounds like a boring question
Aimed at making conversation
End quicker
When cowards flirt
The touch on your arm
Is wiping away the drink they spilled
And the tension says later
When cowards flirt
The kiss on your cheek
Stays in the head
Stays on their trembling lips
When cowards flirt
Ash is less subtle an indication
Of flame
Of feeling
When cowards flirt
It sounds like see you never
It sounds like running away
It sounds like thinking what I should have done
And never did
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
He was the meanest kid on the playground
If the kid he picked on was half of his size.
He abused his playmates if they were weak
Had freckles or wore glasses on their eyes.
He was not a handsome lad in any way.
It was almost like he took it out on the world
That none of the guys wanted to play with him
And he seldom got lucky with the girls.
There was the slightest hint of intelligence
But it was always of the devious kind.
Nobody ever thought this kid would turn out
To be the type to make fortunes with his mind.
Taking little kids lunch money from them
Was why he even went to school each day.
If he looked a bit older and wasn’t lazy
He might just have hid out and run away.
He didn’t play ball or do any kind of work
And his mom waited on him hand and foot.
You could tell when he reached legal age
He’d find a woman who would follow suit
And treat him like a six foot baby brat
As if he was a gift to the whole world.
Of course he was in luck there because
It’s easy to hook up with that kind of girl.
At work he will call all the women sweetie
And soundly slap his cohorts on their backs.
He’ll always remember his boss’s birthday
It pays to keep the important things on track.
If he can block a promotions of co-workers
Who are not Caucasian and Christian,
He will stick to his hidebound beliefs
And stick to ideas of The Dominion.
And if this reprobate ever has children
They will grow up to be just like him;
They’ll subject siblings and playmates
To their own temperament and whim.
Because bullying is passed by parents
From their parents to their own children.
And bullying adheres to no rules about
Morality, propriety, intelligence or wisdom.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
You are my beacon as I float endlessly
I watch it in your eyes
disconnected from the words spoken
hiding behind the shadows
trapped as a thinker and a dreamer
collecting pain and sadness
giving the world all your worth
splitting at the seams
staying composed and vigilante
in a decaying body of time
meeting serenity in each smile
your hands take flight
freeing the lies deep within
grasping onto faults for truths
pouring out your heart into my mind
a fear carried willingly
embracing concepts once lost or buried
discarding your merit
brandishing a sliver of love
and weaponizing it to ****
ending a battle fought long and hard
our deaths were monumental
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
hardly a day goes by
without the news
of yet more suicide attacks
that **** mothers and children
innocently playing in parks
listening to their favorite songs
friends chatting over tea and coffee
expectant travelers on their way
to business family or lovers
the perpetrators of such deeds
must be a very lonely crowd
with eyes as empty as their hearts
and frozen souls that harbor the illusion
that cowards will turn heroes
that killing innocents is brave
that the world will recognize their great importance
when they bring ****** ends to happy lives
it will not come to pass
no peace
in this or any other world
can find its way to them
who ****** in cold blood
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
For Freedom Most will Live and Die
for Justice Beauty, None shall Lie
Some say they stand for Truth, not Strife
From Cowards Pulpit, **** Pure Life
A bomb on earth Is held in Mind
And like this peeping, not meant to find
Hiding Calls the Angels Death
In Mind, then Earth, and then the Breath
A Soldier , Witch, or Spy can See
Own Limits, not Loves Mystery
Some want to stop the Death of Earth
It's JOY , not spying that brings Forth Mirth
A Covens Shield Will fail all Hope
When Greed within is made the Pope
This Hiding, Spying, Curse does Fail
For all whose Life has Felt Christs Nail
The noble Soul is not afraid
To stand the Light that Freedom's Made
Sad, spineless, fearful , means reveal
Impure intention, reach to steal..
You say I lie, what lie is that?
You say that all behind my back
I welcome all hiden cowards Now
To face and Lead with God's Great Vow
But none have shown, True leaders Skill
In Arts of Soul without fights drill
If Dare this shame meet now as we
An Easter Miracle, it shall Be
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
there seems to be no end
of armed cowards killing peaceful civilians
about to do their jobs or visit friends and chat
at airports in the underground or in cafés
and then acknowleding full responsibility
for that grandiose achievement
of putting electric wires into some explosives
and sending innocent people to their death
these self-styled martyrs claim
their deeds are prompted by religious ends
and not the simply joy of killing those
who have no arms for their defense
and are quite unaware they have become the targets
of delirious murderers who seriously imagine
their heinous crimes could please their god
and if they blow themselves away together with their victims
would send them straight into a paradise
with many earthly and some heavenly rewards
or so they say
watching them over all these years
I have my doubts
that any god has business with those guys
or they with him
like other groups before them they abuse religion
to justify their greed and power games
god for them is simply a façade
to mask their inhumanity
it’s time the world says a concerted NO
and makes it clear to all barbarians of our century
that our tolerance
is not for them
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
*A tragic tradition from times long past
Weak of wit and hard of heart
Thus pawns are born and
Circumstance plays its part
Here we stand again, aghast
Alas, what evil has come to pass!
Questions burn, anger rises
Vengeance brews on the horizon
The world has turned for years and years
On violence and wars, and bitter tears
You build - they break, you smile - they’re fake
Injustice reigns in misfortune’s wake
Struggle for some, victory for others
Caps are waved with fair-weather feathers
Who are they, who are we?
Who is safe, who is free?
Where is the heart that knows no fear?
Where is the mind that’s always clear?
An ephemeral world, a passing phase
The old, the new
The false, the true
A blink of an eye in eternity’s gaze
Yet weak-minded malignancies
Must ply their trade of misery
Dispensed with as refuse in this life
****** as bartered souls in the next
Fate’s hand is heavy and dark is the night
For the vicious heart and feeble intellect.*
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
Please I beg you,
to end my life,
Squash me with a shoe,
Grab the hunting knife,
I haven't lived long, I know that now,
But ahead I see, infinite ways for my life to flow,
It's all just a stones throw from my sacred vow,
The world is unbalanced, her sobs and her woes
Guide us all to the future, with the past still fresh
her whispers of sorrow are blocked from all view
If we cannot change she will ********** refresh,
and a new species like Dinos, homos, next in queue
**** sapiens burning the bones,
of dinosaurs, once feared and renowned,
we rely on their power, the system groans,
when it disappears, the masses will groan,
A collective groan upwards of seven billion,
lives in the sand, in the grand scheme so bland,
they moan a tune of immeasurable trillions,
that rest within this vicious land,
And it all flows from positive to negative,
and it all seems so insensitive,
Or perhaps a cowards views are Introspective,
But a retrospective mindset requires sedative,
Collector that is why I have this sickening plea
Think what you wish, I am only me
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
oh what a day to say nothing at all!
I'm proud and loud, standing oh so tall
let me teach the children right from wrong
how to **** others over in exchange for money
how to satisfy the self while others die hungry
how to disrespect the queen bee to taste another hive's honey
how to deceive entire countries
it is an honor to have power
limitations are foreign
a well disguised coward
claiming to have superior importance.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
It took more hurt,
But I get it now.
How could I be so stupid,
To let them take my hurt,
And make it about them,
Just to get out of their own guilt.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Stop
Was a word she was afraid to say
Every "how are you?" ends with "I'm ok"
Why doesn't she just run away
When he says he loves her he doesn't mean it
She walks with her shades on
For her eyes are of a burglar who has had their dignity stolen
People walk by oblivious to what's it like for her at "home"
She longs to be truly alone
She walks with her shades on
I wonder "do you hate making eye contact with people, do you?"
The weather is beautiful as her yet she always wears a sweater
She doesn't let anyone know her arms are violet
Why doesn't she run away?
Why can't he just die today
An angel's wings should never be led astray
If she could know the world outside of that cowards grasp
Maybe the world could still enjoy her laugh
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
It's one thing to say, it's another to do. We have become a generation of sayers forgetting that words mean little without action.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC