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am i ee Sep 2015
racing through the night
fast as light,
toward the great unknown,
the little acorn nut was
reminded of the old adage,
"hang on to your hat"
and so she did.


first stop was to the factory
where well crafted &
educated hands
stroked her smooth grain
& magnificent wood,
so long hidden,
standing so long un-admired.

at last the day came,
she was loaded upon the truck,
so very carefully,
gentle to not mar
nor bump,
as she was moved.

reaching the city,
all the brights lights,
the city trees dotted
the avenues
and huge grand park,
spurning the excited hi's
of this little country
bumpkin.

but she would not dally,
nor carry on, with
the highend bookcases,
chairs, tables and others,
living floor after floor
above the city.
those in the penthouses
holding the works and books,
those rubbing shoulders  
and bums,
with the highfalutin
literary few.
the poets & artists & writers
that deign to look down on
poor you.

every night,
under the light,
she laid there beaming,
her beauty so deep
for all to see,
gleaming.

no diva, nor screeching ingenue,
puffed up egotisical  baffoon,
or shrew,
could bring her down.
for she knew,
that without her,
there could be no show.
for without her,
in all her floor glory,
there simply
would be
no stage!

and the little acorn nut
was glad!
The life of the Little Acorn Nut continues.  See previous piece for background history.
No longer given the answer seek the truth and see, that what you have is made through opportunity. Doomed that is he, who've thought it possible to reach Moon by the sea, or even, to be, groomed by a beast. Thoughts as such zoomed by with screech and now loom by the teeth, only for the while as I tuned out this breach, since frying bigger fish is the room that I seek, I reach, into abyss, a gloom that is deep, emerging as this, a baffoon headed sheep, in a crowd of uncrowd worthy creeps... Shepherded by visions of aluminous dreams... Which seem.... Impossible to redeem...
khatherine May 2013
White and not covered
Praising for the sunlight to shine through,
Dark and light sided
This is the Moon

Searching for a reason
But finding none
Close minded believer
We think we won

We won nothing but wisdom,
so did the Moon
Cried a million times but
I'm still a baffoon
Classy J May 2017
Wickedly Waco classically gaudy ******, thee future class coming at you with lyrics so perfecto. Que pasa me llamo es que, me llamo es como, me llamo es Classy J ese. No me es no Español, I'm just classically gaudy and I drank a lot of alcohol. This is no ordinary cypher, and no hidden messages in my raps to decipher. It's just real **** that anyone can roll with, and I here to become such a legend that a million years from now I become a myth. No ***** to give, and I'm not here to apologize or forgive as I'm here to live. Life is cruel yeah that is the rule I learned, and you don't just get respect as it has to be earned. It's a dog eat dog mentality, and im still sticking to the excuse of being a victim of this reality.

Self righteous self involved and self indulged, so selfish but thats just humanity for you but at the same time we feel like we can judge others but we hate to be judged. The things that make me go hmm, but Im also human so that means I'm also part Baffoon. Sometimes I want to hide in a cocoon or fly away to cancun. Trying to be successful in ruin, just an outcast like aloy I have to find my path and surpass the proving. Not many believe in me, but as long as a few do that's all that matters to me. Only got so much life to live, so I have to make the most of it and put in as much passion in my music because I want to be proud of the product I give. Striving to get bigger, and I'm building up a movement that no one can hinder. Longing to know where truth lies, because all I can see right now are true lies. Half hearted promises be ******* with my emotions, because I'm so caught up in all this ******* commotion. Losing love for people, losing love for myself, losing sight of the sequel because I'm so caught up with the constant thoughts of killing myself.

Depressed and stressed and I'm not sure how much more I can be pressed. My uncle recently committed suicide, and that made me see how much pain it's gives others and made me see it from their side. Angry and confused, wondering why or how and what made him do what he did and sometimes those feelings can't be ever diffused. The pain of life sometimes feels unbearable but I have to keep reading them parables. Maybe I'm hysterical confiding in the pages of the bible because sometimes you  have to try turning over the tables. What's my prognosis doc? Well it says here your precocious and need to focus on what you want because you cant make it appear with hoccus poccus this is real life you have to walk the walk. I don't follow the flock because I'm not like other folks that keep looking at the clock and confine themselves in little cults. I'm embracing the worlds absurdity, and i am a ****** absolutely but yet truly also a brutal hard hitting squanchy anomaly. Going on a journey for Szechwan sauce, and buy a cake from the cake boss. Because why not? If nothing really matters why should I do a melancholy job until I rot? I just want to be something else isn't that something else to strive to be unlike everyone else. So if you're like me come along on this classically gaudy ride, because why should unique misunderstood ******* have to hide?
It has been- the same ole' scene
in this same ole', stock city.

I spend my moons- singing out,
baffoon -ishly,
this same ole' song of Eldorado.

I sing this same ole' song:
as the dead, golden grass
grows grand and green.

I sing this same ole' song:
as a sixty mile, whipping wind
blows through the Mississippi.

I sing this same ole' song:
under the succulent shine of,
the fullest of many moons.

I sing this same ole' song:
until I hear the beetles and worms
chew through this coffin,
deep in the ground of  Eldorado.
April 5th, 2016 (Poe inspired)
Chris Hawkins Jul 2018
I know he means well when he does his rounds
His childish behaviour knows no bounds
A manager by title, and title alone
I cringe at his presence through to the bone

He asks how I am with a sickening grin
Is my mental health ok, he says on a whim
Because I'm ******* does he think I am mad
Enough of you now I really have had

Night shifts in this place can mess with your mind
But I yearn for the rest days that follow behind
Its then I can rest and find peace within
And forget the baffoon with the immature grinn

Dawn has now risen my shifts nearly done
Soon I can go home, my times begun
Its now time to rejoin the land of the living
And the things that to me make life fullfilling
Shawn Steven Jun 2018
Deep wounds seep saline down my face it's common place struggle to breath in a world  riddled with disgrace reflecting how you treat this place so quick to call me a **** for being idealistic but who's are you living take but no giving a crap only last so long and it's been so wrong since time began and that's the place you stand effortless conclusions maintain the delusions that we are powerless to change too much so you live life from cruch to touch and go yet never know no time to think that you're the reason this boat will sink made no link as you were taught between cancer and your diet or government or pharmaceutical industry killing us all off for profit slaves who hate war and violence yet profit in silence as screams of terrorism echo through land ushered out by slide of hand they say it was them but it was the drugs gas and oil you bought that gave way for the CIA plot and all you got was a orange presidential baffoon to usher in the ruin that you all studied through the box office hit completely out of it with popcorn crumbs all over your seat so exciting when it is a movie social engineering you to think you're entitled to the ****** and molesting of our mothers child oh so vile this theme of war behind closed doors for the west but for the rest running hearts beating out of chests lost limbs and friends because their TV taught you to hate the victims of your ways but those days will come to a end when you wake the **** up to see that you are already in the sights of some douchbag soldiers of fortunes paycheck death bought and sold for geopolitical manure to grow just to tear it down ebb and flow brings power to the insane ****** elite that you bow to work your *** off to fulfill their every need the gluteus feed as most go hungry while plenty rots in fridges and ******* through water logged eyes I see clearly but you refuse to join me since resistance is not yet in fashion still hung up on the green washed consumeristic vegan symptoms so addicted to the system that you do nothing to help them but have a ego that nothing can get beyond claim to be peaceful but pay for the bombs and tombs that encapsulated you since before you sprung from the womb two slaps and thirty three shots autism taking over the health of another daughter son begot by parents just playing their part and grandparents that fuel the notion of excepting what little of life you got so help me please you lazy coward **** I wish death on you all having done absolutely nothing generation after retardation RFID cordination drone strikes will end the likes of a revolutionary spirit since when we were here you just turned away and simply didn't want to hear it
#blindinglight
Cedric McClester May 2019
By: Cedric McClester

He’s grotesque
A Kafkaesque
Baffoon at best
Full of excess
But I digress
Cuz we no less
Have to digest
Being oppressed

He is indeed
A different breed
Follow my lead?
Pay careful heed
He’s a despotic
Kind of neurotic
Like a narcotic
That’s so hypnotic

We must resist
Balling our fist
Because we’re ******
See in our midst
Is a narcissist
An arsonist
We should dismiss
To the abyss

With full throat
We can emote
Through our vote
So please take note
We can reverse
This awful curse
But we must first
Go in reverse













Cedric McClester, Copyright 9C0 2019.  All rights reserved.

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