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I was born on March twelfth, the nineties is my generation.
Everybody grab your pen and pad this is the preparation
and I’m not talking about gang banging selling vegetation.
Prepare for random knocks hide your glocks comes confiscation.
It’s like we all apart of Wii just need recalibration
Control your mind soul body focus concentration
and clear your mind and think positive in isolation.
Our bodies feel the pain, soul faces condemnation.
Prepare yourself for starvation and dehydration
I carry the Bible and a compass as my navigation
and with the Gospel of peace the helmet of salvation
I am a soldier of righteousness not the nominated
because the nominated moving towards *******
beware of imitations because that leads to infiltration
just close your eyes and you will feel the negative vibrations.
I believe it’s time we all stop going to power station
I don’t think our grands died for our relaxation
our president is black you all went into hibernation
while I’m standing tall facing these administrations
because I didn’t know the constitution had an expiration.
©
Written 2009-2010
Matt Sep 2014
Oh Henry
What a star you are!
You always loved to be at the center of attention

Your accomplishments in diplomacy are well known
You brokered the peace treaty between Israel and Egypt
You effected detente with the Soviet Union
You opened up the way for Nixon in China
You negated the Communist threat in Chile

You said it yourself      
"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”

You have admitted that mistakes were
"Quite possibly made"
By administrations in which you served.

You have questioned whether, 30 years after the event,
"Courts are the Appropriate means by which determination is made".

And Cambodia Henry?
You were complicit
In the illegal carpet bombing of neutral Cambodia
Which sowed the seeds for the murderous Pol *** regime

Pinochet was indicted for human rights violations

Diplomacy is a ***** business
You did what you thought needed to be done

You remain cold and secretive
Do you have any remorse or regret?

The old Russian proverb is wrong Henry
Time does not heal all wounds

There is blood on your hands
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_depth/uk/2000/newsmakers/1952981.stm
Boubkar Chelh Sep 2015
Welcom my new year (2965-2015) by boubkar chelh

Welcome my new year

This is your celebration

The remembrance of your triumph

Let’s enjoy this moment together

To burn candles

To sing

To discuss the victory of chichonk

It’s time to say goodbye to 2964

Full of misery and scars

Welcome my new year

To live this occasion alone

I sent invitations to my neighbors, but they didn’t join the party

They told me, you are only a bony body drifted by the waves of history

No one cares of your story

Welcome my new year

Come to revive our past memories

Which lost in centuries of wars

Intolerance

In my country

Where the injustice spread

Where my forefathers killed under the hourses’shoes

The wheel of time registered all my sacrifices

I am official along time ago. Still creeping on my wounded knees

Toward schools and administrations,

I realized that they aren’t satisfied to use my name

Welcome my new year

To be witness, to have knowledge of my status

I am a ball of hatred inside the souls of my neighbors

I can smell it from their breath

I can see it in the white teeth of laughing hyenas

I become only an ornate writings on posters

My issue is waiting for my democratic turn

Because the world is busy with other issues

Welcome my new year

This is our chance

Hand in hand for change

And demand this new world to give support
About the political issue of Tamazight language (berber)
Ayeshah Nov 2017
I watched as the
leaves changed
as
I change too

I felt lips slowly
caressing me
felt too
my hand wrap around
your broad shoulders
silly me
I forget my self
seem foreign accents
have a way of making me forget
or
was it in the way you kiss
which has me
loosing what senses I've got left

My body hasn't felt like
this and if t did
I doubt I'd forget

Forgotten from years ago when
someone like you during
November
held me
just like this
and
left traces of kisses
down my spine
but I messed it up
I couldn't
believe someone
like him
loved me
so yup I messed it up


Here we are
you & I
and
before we let it get too far
Just give me
what I came here for

Dance with me
our lovers dances
touch me slowly

Sensually splay
your palm on my breast
wrap your fingers in my hair
tilt my head back


Devour
my mouth with yours
as
you slide your other hand
over my plump belly
trace each stretchmarks
with your fingers

We've stopped

I pause
You look down at me
I'm panting  
your breathing heavy

You're starring intensely
at me with those  
beautiful  mesmerizing
lapis  blue eyes

mesmerizing

my breath stops
and
I'm lost within them
I can't even look away

You stand up
towering over me  
still gazing at me
with such
longing
as if
I'm the only one in the
world

I can't take it anymore
but
before I drop my gaze you scoop me up
into your arms

No words have been spoken but I know whats to come
We've been taunting and teasing one another for
days weeks and months


*Pressing our bodies up against one another
every time we got together

May's long gone and
after waiting from then
til November


Seven months
hmm
one of us is about to be in trouble
&
I think it's me

Time passes
and
all we're doing is clinging to one another
the air between us
is electric

We did this to each other
we've allowed it
to build up
so much and now
the moments here

I'm nervous

it's been such a long long time

Effortless you hold my weight
up in the air within your arms
my legs
automatically
wrap around
your thick masculine waist

I wish I knew
how you did it
stripping my clothes and yours

honestly  
I can't remember
how we ended up
undressed


All I remember
is
your administrations
to my person
&
how you
*kissed
    licked  ******
almost every part of me

so delicately
so sensually
&
how your fingers
played with me

melting me from the inside out
and
how your
massive manhood
stretched me
as
you continued
your
delicious assault

UMMM

I haven't called you since
I haven't replied to your texts
It's not easy for me
but you'll not understand

I'm no good for you
I hurt those who seem to
genuinely care for me

Specially men
I've not had good
experiences with em

So when you
come as you are
with those
beautiful lapis blue eyes

I know
I'd get lost in you

lost
in what
we could of been
No could
not
of been
or
ever be again

because
I'd be a shell of myself

I'd find somehow
some way to
**** it up

I doubt you can relate
because
you don't
understand
but
trust me

I've seen
what you were
* asking*
without words
ever being spoken

So before
we go there
I'd rather not

Let's end it
as we did
and
PLEASE*
remember
we'll always have
**November
HE WANTS MORE BUT I'M NO GOOD AT RELATIONSHIPS...SEE, I'M BROKEN & WHO COULD EVER LOVE ME...EVENTUALLY I'LL BREAK HIM TOO BESIDE THEY TEND TO LEAVE  WEATHER I MAKE THEM DO SO OR NOT.
© 2015-2077 by Ayeshah K.C.L.N.
All rights reserved.
No part of this may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,without prior written permission of Ayeshah K.C.L.N
Jovanny Prado Aug 2016
A legendary ambassador is what I'm becoming
A diplomatic ******* with presidential cunnings
A supreme court ruler a one man congress
All these dictating ******* I'm ready to abolish
Demolish reputations with they own legislations
If you come to my court then We'll go thru litigations
We can battle we can trial but you'll never plead a case
Your life is like a file it can always be erased
Executive privileges will help me keep it on the low
Judicial administrations will never even know
Your local law enforcement will never get a call
Like the C.I.A ima Cover.It.All
Civilians in the streets they will never hear a sound
No click no bang your body won't hit the ground
I'm a criminal I know this n it ain't what friends do
All the **** that I'm becoming is what you turning me into....

The outcome is critical like a rampage, delirium.
"He's heartless, a nightmare, demonologist, we fearin him!"
Their confession I loved it I'll admit it I said it.
Those 8 words they said I swear I'll never forget them
This ain't anotha rap this is more of an oration
My first declaration to my own inauguration
My placement in office I'm the super attendant
You can be a senator but I be the senate.
Like a kings lil jester you ain't nothin but my fool
You amuse me you funny so keep me amused
You changed me I'm better colder than the weather
Will I ever change back? Hell na never!
It's over you know this your actions are what made me
You cant stand this I know it you love me n you hate me.
I'm vicious delicious like mmm man I'm tastey
It ain't my ****** fault that you hate me cuz you ain't me
jeffrey conyers Dec 2013
Long after I'm gone.
His name will be around.
It was before I was born.
It will be after I'm gone.

HE has multiple names besides Jesus.
He's Higher than high.
He's Greater than great.
He's Alpha and Omega.
He's Wonderful.
He's Counselor.
He's Prince of Peace.
The Everlasting Father.

Yes, Jesus life have many teaching.
And it has ways to leading us to better situation.
Through him our spiritual side grows.

Yes, long after I'm gone.
His name will live on.
He's the King of the kingdom throne.
He's the Almighty.
He's the King of Kings.
All others just wearing an appointed title.

All administrations and government He has his hands upon.
He's the true decision maker.
We are only his followers.

And they will be here long after I'm gone.
Jody Dec 2017
Silhouette dreams of a peaceful world
Born with the gift of consciousness.
Washing over with fear and decay
From these powers' egoistic callousness.

They don't know who we really are
They don't know our aspirations!
Every moment should be cherished
We're our own administrations!

Our minds have abilities not yet realized
We're being held back from our true potential.
Visual stimuli to distract from oneness
But we must come together, that's essential.

Talk of revolution but, all it is: just words
We aren't going to win with just phone screens.  
World peace isn't found in a text or emoji;
It's in us, most of us are kindhearted beings.

Our revolution will be a new seed,
One not fallen from a tree of war.  
War begets war, and so history repeats
This cycle can go no more.

Revolution rooted in peace?
An unreasonable request, to say the least.
No matter the hardships, or the struggles
It must happen, lest our freedom be deceased.
Ayeshah Apr 2020
I want to know why...

all I keep thinking about is how could you love me
so immensely;
so intensely;
so sensual;
so seductively;
so intimately
,
and yet all we are is
friends!?

I want to know how can you touch me
to where my bones shake and my flesh craves you, so much so that I'd be happy to take ya last name!?

Why kiss me and put your soul into everything you do to me?

 Your spirits on a  rampage and it ran through my body like a tornado mixed with a rumbling lustful hurricane!!

My eyes watch you and what your administrations , they see every thing and my silly fickled heart lurches forth as you enter in and out of me - pounding rhythmically like African drums as you make me ******;.  


while you're kissing me; ******* me - touching my very essence with your  fingers amongst other things.

 while you're all over me and yet all we are is friends!?


More than friends with benefits and I never offered that - so how'd we end up thusly hmmmm!?

I never offered to be a FWD
Because I know my heart's  toooo precious and my body and souls toooo delicate to attempt it,

I'd be defeated before we ever got this close & this far
yet here we are
Just the two of us - me and you.

You said let's take our time and see where things go, but as it's going -
it's flowing in a different way  that I've not expected- obviously with me as ya sacrificial lamb; spread out on a mouth watering platter .

Funny thing is I'm saying NO as  I allow you to lead me down your rabbit hole;  flipping me upside down in 69 positions  and then some

My tantric- karama sutra king.

You're causing havoc on my heart and my mind
******
you're sexually destroying my inner peace because you've got me  "a'****'ed"
yes there's a compromise to be had cuz my addiction for you differs from being
A'DICKED!!! 

 I'll explain: my body wants you; my heart craves your inner beauty;  my Honeywell desire all that you give, but my mind&soul longs for a commitment!  
Can you understand & see there's a difference?

I'm speaking from my spirit.

You got me caught up, wrapped up in your swirling embrace.
You're suicide
and
heart break  
but
I can't get enough & won't let go.

The weight of your body's pressed against me - down on me as your muscles stand tight and taunt leavinf me breathless
And it feels so right like yo. you're home to me but we're just
friends!?

The ways  you say my name has me delirious  and giddy.
I light up at the sound - everytime you moan it out, shivers go through me.

Ugh see that right there - that smile, don't do it.

I watch  how you touch every part of me, from
licking my toes ,
to kissing my lips,
from ******* on my fingers,
to moving my hips,
from dipping in and out
and out and in.

That's that **** that has me trapped & tripping all over THIS
friendship & myself
and I never want it to end.

Mmman oh man you really don't know, you be making me lose control of my senses& my ******* mind!!!

Tell me how?

Tell me why!?

Why would you do this to me?

Why would you allow yourself to open yourself up as you do and be so vulnerable with me;

beautifully so, I'm sure you know the effects you have on me;
it sends me to my knees .

Babe you're my walking waking dreamlike fantasies!

I'm worried,
scared
even to think of all the possibilities!

Yo you quench all my desires and solidified my dreams.
You've made almost everyone of them come true .

My cups spilling  to overflowing with your loving
Sadly not your
love

So
why you holding me so tight
so intimately and we're hugging and held up in ya house
like this!?
it's unrealistic
it'll turn explosive,
my worrying heart
says for me to stop
but
everything you do is effective & messy
yet fun which tells me maybe
I should run and never look back but didn't I tell you I'm addicted ("a'dicked").

Yo ya got that  charismatic persona,

ya shy-boyish smile drive me wild.

You're skillful I'll give you that, but why you play so hard to get when we already have what we have!?


You stroke the core of me to my spirit with your own,

As you lay deep inside me and love me down in every possible way;  you spoiled me and tamed me while letting me spoil you. Yet we're just friends huh.
So much so that ya ravish my body and you let me wreck havoc in your senses and drink in your essence.

You and I play &  tease, tasting one another but you refuse to open up to me.

I **** myself up every time you're near.
Playing this love making game with our wicked deed.  

Tell me why do you explore me like a new  toy with your mischief curiosity concurring me like a new undiscovered land
hmm & we're just friends huh!?

You have this ability to see right through me to see to the heart of me
the parts I hide and ya say I'm reserved meant only for a specific person must be you huh.

And yet you hold yourself aloft, ya hold yourself off; you keep yourself at a distant where I find myself trying to reel you in; ya not giving too much and I wonder why is that!?

How can I get around that wall,
how can I climb that fence,
how can I penetrate that space-  a place where few others have been
!?

I find it funny- sadistically so, yet  I find it downright obnoxious and wicked- that you do this to me and I have no one else to blame but myself because I can say no at any time and yet when you look at me with those beautiful hazel eyes I get weak;

I melt for you & melt into You!

I fall for you and I stumble-somehow you always catch me!

ahhhhhh

All I can do is ask you why?

Why do you
do this to me
!?

I'm trying so hard not to put my feelings into it; but every touch;  
every stroke;
every kiss;
every hug;
every bite and evey delicious pounding  
spins me right round back to you.

Ya massive member fills me up and I take it all even when I believe I cannot.

Look
look how good we fit
look how we mesh soul & flesh
...

I can't help it- this friendship is more than I've expected.

It seems you got me- naw I got me loosing control.

*** I don't know what to think or how to feel.

**** I'm loosing it,
I'm totally confused- is this Love or is this lust!?

All I need to know is Why.

*Why me?
© 2015-2077 by Ayeshah K.C.L.N.
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27182818 Jun 2019
At this pinnacle of dust
Smiling down, empty, at the rust

The cogs will turn no more
Every move, every moment a chore
Lying there clamoring at fate
All administrations too late

Lost in the maze
Eternally confused by what to crave
In the silent shell
That doubles as hell

The conditions that drew one here
Doubts and disillusionment the mind spears
Are benevolent once the horizon clears
For these clouds of dust
Hide the nothingness they must

So the carousel turns on
Leaving its creatures wanton
For the knife in their gut
Enjoying each pointless rut

Is one truly free
When all thoughts flee?
Pitiful puppets, aren’t we?
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Standing as a gate
Open wide for various beings
Seeking ****** remedy
In different wards,
Accommodating janitors
Who cares to care.

Erected as welcoming structures
During emergencies and non
Administering to payments made.

As flashes of Whites
Goes round to care
With the options of handing over
At the time appointed.
Singing lullaby with series
Of administrations through
Syringes and plates of tablets
Giving instructions.

The hospital:
Thou art so accommodating...
Passing human and spirits
To various destinations
As thy size speaks ginormous
Expanding in wards,
Treating cases of empathy
With faithful expectations.
Tom Shields Aug 2022
Uvalde
A town you never heard of, you’ll never hear the end of
You’ve heard the end of
Guns in America, a story you’ll never hear the end of
The insecure White Man’s struggle ends with a massacre
A story that never begins in history, you never hear the end of
It’s always been going on, Elijah McClain, I hear him screaming in my brain
The pain is ongoing and I see this veteran policewoman walking towards a car
She’s got a gun in her hand and can’t tell the difference between a taser
Like the weight is the same as her heart and a feather, but it’s ******
White Supremacy, suddenly everybody is Kyle Rittenhouse’s defense attorney
Editing bodycam footage, standing around for 77 minutes and detaining
Your fellow officer whose wife is a teacher in the classroom, taking his weapon
And letting the school shooter reign free, rain bullets down on the
Nation you claim to love, so much ******* bravery, contaminated with agenda
Politics, frothing blood on the shores from sea to shining sea, ducking in the suburbs
From scopes that’s car windows reflecting the sun in the fifth day out the week of plus 110 degrees heat
It’s upscale for us, hell, close as bougie as you ever get when you can cook eggs on the street
The air is so thick with well-informed opinions that keep up with the world
Everyone knows everything, everywhere all the time anymore, and I try to avoid it
Hide from the anxiety, stay inside, idealistically cling to a shred of pride, the insanity I desire is structural anarchy
Challenge the integrity of a system that’s starving people, by flipping the tables and making the power-hungry just hungry
I’m just angry, you go into any atmosphere and it’s pretty clear conversations of social conscience run deep into consideration
Failure, on a historical, national, centuries-long, cultural level, not just any one people can be held accountable or responsible
Nothing can be solved with one tongue-lashing in one sitting, but nobody wants to hear that no satisfaction
Will come from the instant gratification of getting one over on the opposition
Who sit smug in defiance of each other, calm heads prevail even when they’re objectively incorrect
Because it’s not about logic, facts, truth or morality
It’s about appearing better than, media and perception
Appealing to the ego and id, ebb and flow of how to till an audience
Field them out, groom the youth and watch them grow
But truth is, the right thing to do is the hardest thing to do
That cop kneeling on George Floyd choked everybody who could see it was wrong
And he only killed one man with his actions, but caused all hell to break loose
If the world were a smarter place, they’d have tackled him off, detained him
Let the man in the hallway go, backed him up and taken action, but
Going online to defend White Supremacy, they used to go out into the world and put on hoods to do that
Kyle Rittenhouse took on the police department’s responsibility, he was 16
**** all the legalities, I hate lawyers and I refuse to speak with you on terms of legalese
This kid lived in a world where he couldn’t just be concerned about going to school the next day
Or playing video games, doing some teenager ****, no
He had to get an assault rifle, go out of his way to commit a double homicide, and people flock to his side to call it justified
What do you same people think about the yielding of Uvalde PD to a school shooter, active, in progress, who likely only wanted them to storm in on the rampage so they could commit suicide
Ignorance
The last chapter in American history because it will be the death of all of us
No arguments will endure one side not listening to another side not listening
When no one can make headway with a fair point, when you strip the right to choose based on autonomy
When you come after people for their differences, marginalize entire communities
Feeling so threatened you cry Marxism and quiver behind your idols, that you never noticed, sacred now institutions, installations of
Your unknown ancestry, history, let’s be honest, it’s not destruction to evolve the status quo in a positive direction for this hopeless society
Killing people out of reactionary fear, before they even do anything
Then rioting, splintering, there is no unity
There is no sanctuary, there is no safety
Peace is apolitical in nature, it just has to be, in that it is also injust
And politics are injust without being peaceful, but inspiring people to be hateful
Darker and more hateful than anything the eyes might ever see, they awaken evil in the cesspool, the spirit
Bubbling out of the mouth and over the teeth, fits of rage overtake the world stage
Like January 6th
You don’t get to compare your riot to other riots and say you did it more well-behaved
When you riot on the nation’s capital that’s like punching America, Uncle Sam, Lady Liberty, the constitution you preach like the bible and all the founding fathers in the face
My mind’s eye is swollen from the insight that plays on the news with the slaughter of these children, comparisons to the attitude surrounding incidents of gun violence and what it’s actually like to have mental illness
The Governor of Texas, mouth-breathing Abbott says, anyone who shoots someone else is not mentally stable, so police then
Murdering police who **** people all the time, and don’t even always use guns
A whole police department just stood by and let someone else **** children; I saw teachers trying to buy bulletproof vests online for their first graders
Kyle Rittenhouse is a symptom of a diseased mindset in America, if they won’t, he will then, and we don’t treat him
Like we would, we could, we should, I saw a light show celebrating his actions
**** the criminal history of the people he killed, judge, jury, nor executioner is on the head of the children
But, going to church, the grocery store, school, someone could just show up with two ArmaLite M15s and **** them
A Mossberg, Glock, Colt, Smith&Wesson and ammunition to fulfill the mission
Of raising stock in these gun manufacturing corporations, in the end
Because we set precedents with old money presidents, Donald Trump and the Bush Dynasty, Clintons and self-fulfill them
That we inherit sleepwalking promises of change, half-deranged, fall-guys for the previous administrations like Biden
And view one different face in this indistinguishable, old, white, grey spoiled milk on the fridge shelf of presidents as a beacon
There’s a systematic breakdown at the molecular level by legal minds far more educated and dedicated than mine
That are far more passionate, with more time, I’m just
Tired, God
I’m so tired of going outside and not knowing if there’s gonna be a Howard Unruh situation
Or that this America my nephew grows up in, will be so ****** up and, he’ll have teachers put bulletproof vest on his kindergarten supplies list
And I want to appeal against my better instinct to shooters to attack those whose job it is to protect and serve and fight back, to give a chance to the unarmed and innocent civilians
Go for your local police department if you need to pick a target, I implore you, if not for the impact, then think of it as a merciful act
They are carriers of the symptomatic disease infecting communities, leave unequipped people to live their lives, if you can’t be reeled back from your planned attack
I am so tired
It’s so hot it feels like the whole country is on fire and not from the sun
I could never be who I am anywhere else in the world, I want to love it here for that
But I don’t want to die here for anyone.
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