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Tommy K Nov 2013
As we all go through this lifetime
We come back to learn,
Same spirit, new life
As this world turns.
We take in the mistakes
But are we secure?
To go inside our own soul
And stop being what we were.
Lifetime after lifetime
We all return as another flesh
The soul is the same
But our body is in a mess.
Toxic and sinful
But others wants more
Remember why we come back
Knock on the right door.

Tommy K
(c) 2013
Tommy K Nov 2013
Can u all be nice
Headaches are there
U are annoying
So, do u really care?
I don't think so
U r trouble in all ways
Whateva u do
U r a maggot in rage.
Help yourself
But u don't want that
Get over yourself
Because u act like a rat.
Serious problems
Is always in your mind
You are ugly in the inside
And u aint that kind.
Get over it
And get with the flow
Please get some help
Or Cumbie will be your crow.

Tommy K (c) 2013
Tommy K Nov 2013
Words are all muddled
Translation lost over time
Does anyone really understand?
That no words, are easy to find.
Books are misunderstood
From different parts of the earth
It's like reading jibberish
Our words are now under a curse.
How can we understand anything?
After the Tower Of Babel
Languages are mixed and corrupted
So the original words went to hell.
Not perfect in speaking
As it's lost, and gone
Words do not mean the same
We are saying it all wrong.
How can we communicate?
Nothing makes sense
We are like different birds
Sitting on a fence.
With no understanding
Of each other, or anyone
Words are just nothing
Because everyone is so dumb.
Pleonasm is too long
No-one can explain
It's all out of date
So new words are insane.
Plenitude is non-existed
You are sashay
But no-one is like that
So we see the end of days.
When the final word has been spoken
Will anyone understand?
The end is near for all of us
We are all under God's hand.

(c) Tommy K
4/11/2013
Tommy K Sep 2013
Witchy Poo

Mary had a little lamb
She made chops out of it,
Ate it 'till she was sick
Her ******* felt like ****.
So she went to the Wicked Witch
To solve her ******* drama,
With a wand up her ****
Like a banana in a farmer.
With a poke and a shove
The witch knows the soul is hers,
But it's the only way
That this sickness can be cured.
There was a sinister bump
A noise was close by,
The witch looked through the window
Humpty Dumpty was outside.
Witchy Poo got angry
And cursed the dumb egg,
That one day she will get him
And that he will crash down dead.
So Humpty ran off
And told The Kings Guards,
Witchy Poo is in trouble
She's a fugitive at large.
Hiding in the mountains
Hearing Humptys cries,
Sitting on the wall
Blabblering Witchy Poos crime.
So she came down from the mountain
As quietly as she can be,
Sneaked up behind him
Climbing a tree.
Then she pushed Humpty off
From the high wall,
He hit the ground
And splattered on the floor.
Climbing down from the tree
The witch ran away,
Hiding in the caves
Doing her wicked ways.
While looking through the mountains
A guard spots some loose weeds,
Chopped them out of the way
And his eyes trickled with greed.
There was a hidden door
And he opened it up,
Looked inside
And he thought, what a grub.
He saw the witch
Snoring so loud,
His sinister grin
Was making him proud.
The guard thought to himself
Saying, the ***** will get it today,
I'm going to be rich
On a nice pay day.
So the guard told The King
The place where the witch hides out,
Squealing to the pigs
While eating with their snouts.
The King ordered a search
For this menace to the crown,
Wanted: Alive
So she can be burnt down.
The search party went out
And found the witch,
The guards came back with some casualties
And in shackles, the menacing *****.
Then The King announced to his kingdom
That the witch will be sentenced to death,
Then she was thrown into the dungeon
Waiting for the end of this mess.
Torturing the witch
In cruel and horrible ways,
Telling her she is going to suffer
So she better pray.
As the days goes on
Then The King set a date,
Proclaiming
"She's gonna be burnt on August 28th"
There was a shout of joy
As everyone was happy,
Except for the witch
Locked up, feeling ******.
Rats at her feet
Chewing off her toes,
Cockroaches all around her
Cursing all her foes.
Starving and weak
Hanging from a chain,
Screaming to The King
To go and grow a brain.
Weeks have now passed
It is now the date,
That the witch will now die
Burning is her fate.
So they unchain her
She is so weak and tired,
Dragged her out of the dungeon
Her brain is all wired.
As they bring her out of the door
The sun hits her face,
Blinded by the light
Coming out at a slow pace.
With no toes on her feet
Stumbling and pushed around,
Rocks are being thrown at the witch
By everyone in town.
Tied the witch to a stake
Wood and hay underneath,
The witch is getting taunted
Yelling insults at the beast.
The King watches on
And raises his hand high,
Then drops it suddenly
Meaning it was time for her to die.
The Kings Men got their torches
And started the fire,
Witchy Poo started screaming
It smelt of burnt tires.
Burning and scorching
The witch is now a charcoal corpse,
Then everybody was celebrating
And their minds warps.
As they drink lots of wine
The Kingdom is now safe,
From the evil Witchy Poo
Who messed up this place.
Singing songs of praise
About how Witchy Poo died,
Here how it goes
And the story aint lies.

Humpty Dumpty
Sat on the wall,
The Witch pushed him off
And he splatted on the floor.
The peasants were yelling insults
The Kings Men had the fire,
Burnt The Witch at the stake
Because she was evil and a liar.

And that was how Humpty really died
And how Witchy Poo got fried.

Tommy K
(2013)
Tommy K Sep 2013
The taste of the ripeness
as it trickles through my soul
I learn and I gain
as I became whole.
I know now of my transgressions
I covered up my shame
as God wondered
and called out my name.
when I was found
I was shameful, sad, and in vain
God gave me life
the mark of sin is in my name.
Tommy K Sep 2013
as you walk on this path
it can be twisted and cruel
we say we are wise
and we all know we act a fool.
it is said everything is set
we have a destiny
God knows and he grows
but he lets us roam free.
but we learn from our journey's
it's the choices you make
being yourself can be complicated
let the flow start to recreate.
the body is just a tool
the soul is a being that's inside
wanting to save itself from it's creator
and to him I only confide.

(c) Tommy K
Tommy K Sep 2013
As I pick from the tree
And I know it tastes good
The Orchid of God
Where purity stood.
With the sin of Satan's strawberry
Tempting us with fate
Showing people with eyes
How to love and to hate.
Are we lovable?
No, we are disgusting and weird
No-one understands each other
From the Tower Of Babel we ran scared.
We are our own farmer
To sow and to grow
We can be like a mango
Juicy, full of life, full of glow.

(c) Tommy K
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