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I guess today you have said what you have been holding up on ya mind. And I respect whatever you said buh lemme just say you really did say a lot of things buh lemme start of with the main issue which is about me calling. I understand how you feel and there’s nothing nor anything one or me trying to toy with ya feeling. I know you feel like am using because I don’t call buh like I said am not. Sometimes I just feel to shut everything around me down buh I really really try not to allow it to affect what we have wallah I do buh sometimes it just suppresses me. I have this thing depression issue that comes from time to time and I feel like it’s turning into bipolar disorder I once asked you if you knew what it meant and it’s really really getting to affect us and trying my best to see it’s not, I know sometimes I can be narcissistic buh am trying to not be and the only way I try to keep myself together is by sleeping it over nobody knows why I sleep a lot people misunderstand me buh you the only one am telling this and my reason for sleeping a lot is because that’s the only way for me to keep it together and keep my cool it’s the way only place I can be to feel okay and must of the times I force myself to sleep buh what can I say I let it get best and I told ya this before most of the times I find it difficult to express myself ,my feelings, the person that talks a lot and emotions to people it’s all part of my my issue that I have and wallah really try to see I do try it myself to ya buh I guess I failed and it’s reached to a point where I made you cry, I have always prayed and hoped for a day to come for ya to cry or even to make ya cry. Today you triggered or brought up some memories I don’t like ever thinking about it really hurt and hearing you cry was really really hard and like you said any person that loves his partner will try to his to comfort that person in pain buh I couldn’t and I guess I failed as a boyfriend and I feel you deserve more you deserve better than someone like me. Furthermore I even made you feel as if you ain’t the one and buh lemme just say you the only one and I love you with all my heart you might believe and you got every right to buh that’s it.
And some of things you said really really hurt me to the core and I didn’t show you the real me you should justify me like that deep down in your hurt you I would never ever hurt you intentional or not comfort ya. Those words really did hurt it was very hurtful. You think I want this huh?, am trying my to see my issue not affect us buh you misjudging me and saying somethings is really wrong of you to do so I thought no matter what you will think there most be a reason why he acted like this and understand me that’s how I felt buh I guess am wrong. And you did really let the anger get best of you, I always told ya not to allow it to get the best of ya buh you did today by saying out your mind and I appreciate you for saying what’s on your mind. You know they say people whom are angry, drunk say what’s on there mind and they mean it buh babe what can I say you made feel as if I ain’t the right person for ya that person to love ya wallah buh it’s all good. You said you got a lot buh you never shared it with me because I wasn’t there for ya buh I know wallah I was its not that you gotta tell me over the phone buh at least when we are chatting you can if you wanted to you would have told me that’s why I always ask you if everything was alright and fine buh you always say you good when I know you ain’t. And I don’t know why whenever we on the talking most of the times your mind is always some where, you have have been doing this for along time and it’s really really bad it’s shows as if you don’t take me serious especially the one yesterday that’s what it show don’t get it the wrong way buh that’s it.
Buh anyways it’s all good my apologies for everything, especially for making ya cry, for not comforting ya when ya needed me, for not been there for ya when you needed me, for not been the best boyfriend you wished for, for making ya to doubt me if I really care about ya and if I truly love ya and for everything I couldn’t do and say plus not been able to explain myself and if I did say anything that makes you feel bad am sorry too wether it’s intentional or not
Am sorry once again
I love you..........

Maybe if I'm buried beneath these sheets long enough
I'll melt into them
Chained to the bed
By a fatigue dressed in fuzzy pink handcuffs
With your name scrawled on the side

Ravaged the light from me
So if I don't see the sun for long enough
I'll convince myself I'm not real
A figment of someone's imagination
Sent to tell them their taxes are due
Their fly is undone

Convince myself that if I stay still for long enough
I'll slow my body to a leaking faucet
Lethargic sleeping pill slow motion
My heart will beat the way I imagine yours does


buhhh





boom



What a heart you have




buh



boom



A beat
As though living is an art I could just master



buh




boom


Like loving was the art you couldn't grasp



buh




boom

Maybe if I dream about you enough
I'll stop having these nightmares about being alone




buh




boom



Or maybe if I peer over the edge of the bed
It'll look less like a cliff than I thought

Buh


Boom

Maybe my feet could find the floor
You once swept out from under me

Buh Boom

Maybe I will stand without your hand to steady me
BUH BOOM
Maybe
I never needed you much at all

Lights off, ma bad-*** homies are juz drank,
buh then I saw ya dancing in da club.
Ma head was blown, let's kick it!
Cuz ya could be ma tight moll,
o' let's juz put a bullet
on the clock in these tight walls.

If I'm wit ya,
ma heart could fly so high like a G6,
Imma be glad if ya be mine
tho I ain't da niftiest sheik.
And if loving ya could take ma life
to da street, cuz of a set trippin,
then ya could be a flower
on ma Chicago Overcoat on ma big sleep.

Miss me wit dat! Ma bad,
buh I ain't gonna take ma words back,
I ain't no good, buh Imma gangsta poet
juz a poet wit rhyming words as AK,
so Imma put sum shizzle down
and write what it means.

To me love is gangsta, family is gangsta,
loyal is gangsta, if that's not gangsta,
I don't wanna be gangsta.

O' ma sheba, wazzup!
Let's show 'em what is real luv.
Then luv me less, until ya luv me more
and let's live as gangsta poets
in this gangsta world.

Thank you for Matching the Tinder Call Center. My name is Nick and I will be helping you with your order today. And your name is?

Hi, (Tinder Match). I'm so glad you called because you do qualify as one of the first 100 people I find attractive!
So Where are you from?

Oh Wow, I've never been there, you ever Been to Portland Maine?

No? Well look at that, I guess we've never been too each others places before.
Haha.
Looks like we have something in common.

What was it on my profile that got you interested in swiping right?
Oh I see, you liked the beard and
my addiction to Netflix.

How long have you been interested in that?
Wow that's a long time.
you really enjoyed the Office.

What else have you tried to build a good relationship?
Yeah, that must be frustrating.
They seem like a real bad guy.

What's the worst part about dealing with that?
I see, that must be really hard.

Tell me a little bit about why it's so important for you to do something about this now; it's a little different for everyone.

I see, you can't love anymore because he broke your heart.
You don't want anything serious right now.

Do you prefer coffee or tea?
you're right, Yerba Mate is fantastic with maple syrup.

What's your favorite meal of the day?
Yeah, breakfast is amazing.

What kind of music do you like?
Twenty One Pilots saved your life? that's Unbelievable.

what does your bedroom look like?
Covered in artwork and paper lanerns?

You know, (tinder match). I can't wait for you to start seeing me, and feeling Happy.

As my profile states,
I am a Geeky, Confident, Charismatic Optimist who likes to wake up next to people, Watch Netflix, and sing to himself almost always.
And that sounds great doesn't it?

Just imagine how wonderful it will feel when you're able to Sit down in Dobra tea. Pass back and fourth our Yerbe Matte Ahumado.
Then go belt out lyrics to Twenty One Pilots in my car on the way back to your place,
have amazing *** under your paper lanterns and wake up the next day to me making you breakfast.
And THAT'S really why you swiped right today, isn't it (Tinder match)?

Excellent! Let's get you started!

As you heard, I've put together a Special Date, with the free Tea. A serenade and car ride. And an extra free second date when you try this First One for just your body. Plus, since you're one of the people I find attractive, I'm gonna throw in a Third date. so you get three, for the price of one! And remember that dating me is risk-free because it's backed by my 30-day Text you back guarentee.
So what's the best number I can reach you at?

I understand your hesitation, (tinder match). When we first started talking you had said you'd been dealing with bad relationships for a long time right? Once you start seeing me you'll see an increase in happiness within the first two dates. And if you never have to worry about being sad again, you'd say it was worth trying wouldn't you?
Right! So what's your snapchat username?

Perfect, and your Cell phone number?
Alright, and a day you're free?
And what's a good time to meet?

Awesome, okay (Tinder Match). And I'm also told to inform you of our special super saver package today. You'll get to go out on a date with me, and my friend Sally for the same low price of just your body. Imagine what it'd be like experiencing the both of us at the same time! Scientists have proven that polyamorous relationships are more happy, more healthy, and result in less overall stress. Which is really what you're looking for isn't it?

Great so I'll just have her tag along alright?

Perfect.
Thank you very much and just to confirm, I'll see you on Wednesday at 12:00pm at Dobra Tea, alright?
Alright have a nice day (Tinder Match.)
Buh bye.

Everyday
As I am lifted from
The depths of
Bullet transportation

Up
And
Out

To the busy city street
Leading me to where
I'm supposed to go

The word Conveyor Belt
Comes to mind

Every face
The same
As the day before

Clouds white and stained
Stupid, unworthy pillows
That the angels won't even touch -
They prefer that Tempurpedic stuff

Expensive taste
Those angel's have

God must have
Rubbed off on them

The belt spins
The bolts are stainless
Shining naked like a
New born baby in the
Sacramento River sunlight

The oil thicker
Than the first mud of Earth

Thicker than one-hundred faceless
Soldier's blood
Mixed to perfection
With sympathy and
Black newspaper ink

Thick as the human heart
In its final moments

The last three beats
Echoing loud like the screams
Within the insane asylums and
Delivery rooms:

Buh-bump,

Buh-bump,

Buh-bump.

Then,
At long last,

Silence

You see me day by day at the corner
Pockets in hand
Shelves of rotting produce cardboard boxes
20 cent sweets that past their sell by date a year ago..

Diligently you see me, come rain or high waters
I stand there pockets in hand
From dusk till dawn
Broken lips that whistle all day
Zimba chips, Cool time, packet tamaties.
A tune the little ones love to hear
No choice I have, ends meat is all I crave
But you brand me as a low class citizen.

Education I have not The Class room smarts they say
I can't construct a well thought out  sentence
With concords alliteration and all those linguistic devices.
But I know how to communicate
I can't solve Linear Equations or know who pythagoras is
Buh I give you correct change to the last decimal.

I give you tabs that your hyper markets and pick & pays stores will never allow.
But you still brand me as a low class citizen
Any mischievous activities occur I'm the first to wear the blame.
And no apology is afforded to me
The man at the corner

The robs I wear are not to my liking but are a testament to my financial struggle.
All you see is a **** Bo tsotsi.
Does a mans status really revolve around money.
How I wish my luck will change with those 7 miniature *****.
But still you'll find me, the man at the corner.

You pass me by in your luxury cars with your fancy titles.
I have only known Bra Dross.
Well that's sufficient for me
Buh still with your discerning eyes feel like shackles to my navel constricting my ambition to pass on my name
But still you find me, the man st the corner

I excepted my fate buh still looking forward to my better day
Next time you see the. Man at the corner
Leave a greet for him, share a smile with him
He is just a man
A man at the corner who said no to un lawfulness

You ride like normal
Buh inside is a soul so lost.
All the guys u met
Had a peep in your dros.
Don't take the blame
It's not your fault.
It's hard to find a knight
In a shinny armour.
Buh Was it hard to say no?
To the whole show?
U let them have thier way.
In the end  
Non ever stayed.
Cool girl.....
Ah feel for u.
Am not here to
Highlight ur imperfection
Buh young gal
Y don't u leave this death section
Lemi Introduce u to a new section
To a man hu carried all
Your life burdens..
JESUS CHRIST

M done

Wasting my life

Wasting my time

Wasting my prayers

Wasting my hopes

And my words

On You

Bye Mr.***

He lifted his hand, it shook,
he leaned towards speech, halting,
a stroke confined his feet
to shuffled, prayerful, praises,
the day pushed dusk through blinds,

“How you buh, beautiful?” (a rasp).
“You take your meds?” the nurse said.
“How you… to… today?”, finger pointing
(reminded of it's hook).
She smiled and smoothed his bed
"You flirtin’, you bad man?”

Once he'd made a vow, an oath
in Auschwitz-Birkenau;
forced to pick gold from charred teeth,
he pledged to sidestep death, to live!
And, walk in love, to the Sabbath.


Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks

(Hook)

The way we be online,

stocking, posting are our way to spend time…

Be aware from this virtual world,

Its nothing but the drag,

To zero from One…

There are some good to things do,

But fake virtuality on your mind

(1st Verse)

I hate social media

Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat

And all that crap cause Hey?

It’s misleading our ******* Generation

Look at our youth today

They can’t look up from their tabs cause they’re

too much obsessed with what’s going on

Gossips and all that stupidity

Hey, I’ve got a new pair of shoe, I gotta post that

And hey, look at That ******* beach

Ain’t she cool? I gotta double tap that

You see? Our youth are too much engrossed in ‘looking and acting cool’ than in being true

To who they really are

I mean they’re acting rich online buh those **** Kids are struggling offline

And what’s this thing about having friends

You’re never going to meet?

Not now, not ever?

(Hook)

The way we be online, stocking, posting are our way to spend time…

Be aware from this vertual world,

Its nothing but the drag,

To zero from One…

There are some good to things do,

But fake virtuality on your mind

(2nd Verse)

Friends who’ll never be there for you

Physically or emotionally

Friends who will never understand

How you really feel

Friends from the other side of your screen

I mean, **** social media

What’s the use of having Four-Thousand friends buh they will never be there for you?

What’s the use of uploading Thousands of filtered photos just to look cool?

*****, you should get out to the sun, life is perfect, it doesn’t need to be filtered

And so, my dear sisters

You don’t need that crop top to look beautiful

You already are

You don’t need that mini-skirt to look fabulous

You already are

Don’t let social media dictate to you

What should be social

Don’t feel left out if you can’t afford those heels

you saw Natalie with last week

Chances are, they were be borrowed

Don’t feel left out if you can’t come up with

a catchy on fleek nonsense

Chances are, it was copy pasted

And you know what?

Part of the reason why I hate social media

is because it has revolutionized

our thinking abilities

We’re now thinking in terms of likes

comments and shares

(Hook)

The way we be online, stocking, posting are our way to spend time…

Be aware from this virtual world,

Its nothing but the drag,

To zero from one…

There are some good to things do,

But fake virtuality on your mind

(3rd Verse)

**** Social Media

It’s sad to realize that people’s worth

is now measured in terms of likes

It’s sad to realize that you can be a celeb online

But a freaking ******* offline

You can be a ******* player online

But a freaking loser offline

Social Media has become a platform of hiding who we really are

We’re hiding our traits behind those screens

**** Social Media

You ain’t giving us a chance

To be ourselves

Fake accounts, fake profile pictures

**** Social Media

You’re only giving us a chance

To manifest and present

Our alter egos

And you’re getting it all wrong

We’re now more like, who we dream to be

Than who we really are

(Post chorus)

I hate Social Media

But when all is said and done

I’m still gonna post this online

Cause at the end of the day?

I still want you to subscribe

Your absence
makes
my heart
grow fonder

Guep seeb do fug
Uptoob queev buh
Luft goo dub ug
Fleeg dahs luh

Obku *** qwuarsh
Fab go mud marsh

Me go fabroso
Egvar seeg lu
Xybahso
Imba go mu
Cabbo de
Ogg be

jump, skip, hop, then POP!
August 2, 2011

So here's a playful tune
to make your body swoon.
Shake and bake those hips
pucker up and lick your lips.
Because tonight, we're dancing!

da lada dee da daaa laaa la laa ohhhh

I love the way you move like that
jumpin' 'n jivin', you're one cool kat.
So now we're getting down
laughing so much, are you a clown?
In our serene meadow, together, we're prancing!

Lemme catch you off guard, sweep you off your feet
this is the most romantic way I could think of for us to meet.
Now don't get me wrong, I mean I dress to impress
but girl, for you, I'd much rather wear less.
If you know what I mean, hiding my eyes glancing!

Excuse me mam, but I don't mean to be rude
or have you think my humor is too crude.
But for a special lady, lady, lady, oh so cute
I'll give it my my all, gotta take aim, then shoot.
Gotta get, gotta gotta, give you my all, all my romancing.

Boop boop be doop buh bahhh tra lalalahhh

Baby, so I've got you now forever maybe.
Squeeze you so freaking tight, 'till your soul leaves.
Enters my body and we intertwine, as it mentors.
Me and teaches how to be we.

koo koo cuh cahhh shoop doop la lahhh
Jump, Skip, Hop, then POP!

I enjoy words
Little words that fit unto tiny cubbeyhole spaces, a word like Key, something you could fit into a pocket, makes other words rhyme and think about secrets and doors. A wooden frame, gateway to another room or someplace else, it opens and closes and clicks and turns and clinks and all from that tiny three letter word.
Large words that stretch and yawn and roll around in your brain marble like trying to fathom and plumb their bottoms. A word like Miasma. Miasma Miasma. What does that make you think of. Like a big stinky cloud, it creeps along the ground because it's heavier than air, something soup like, but I've never heard that word used to describe a soup. Or really used for much of anything at all. It's not a word people say or write to each other. Miasma. That's sad. It's a beautiful word. An interesting word.
"Normal" words, everyday words like buttons. Makes me think about a button on your coat. Maybe it's blue or one of its shades like cobalt navy or azure. And it's popped off and rolled away under a couch or in a crack somewhere. And we all agreed that that Buh sound was what those round objects made of all sorts of materials that hold your shirt closed, that sound is what that thing is going to start with... buh tuns... or **** tons... how strange. That we all agreed that.

Oh self, gardener of mistakes.
The trees I planted grew sideways,  giving shade only when I need it, never when I want.
Oh her, gardener of nervous hearts.
The tiny little buh-bump, buh-bumps of the night haunt my mind.
But they leave me thinking she's got countless petals and seeds trespassing in me.
And I am still learning if I should embrace them in the soil,
Or if I should dig them up before I get too attached.

A feeling
Stirring
Beating
Buh-boom buh-boom

A dance
Partners
Warming
One two one two

Haven't had enough to drink, yet
to write really well
Inhibitions yet to be defeated scream
fighting that fade-to-cornered gibbering
buh buh buh but what about buh what about

its supposed to be

its supposed to be different
this is supposed to read well
save your cornflakes and all
from becoming soggy

Wondering about direction
Wandering without connection
Displaying words some fresh

This uneven land this scramble
of eggs like days beaten with spices
from unlabeled containers
I'll eat that I know
smiling

the bit not in my teeth I wonder
where you are sitting
where words mix in with your milieu
what you have at hand to sip
how fast you move on

look a rain drop see
falling from the sky
it'll hit the ground
wave your hand buh-bye

up there in the sky
right now it's high
falling from above
is it going to die?

when angels cry
sometimes in july
like people in a way
it's easy to see why

i need more time
today it rains again
i have to say more
its almost six a.m.

soul mind and flow
your heart will race
while rain drops fall
in a glorious dance

so many of them
we call it bad weather
weak on their own
a strong force together

a waterfall of thoughts
something to ponder
back to the story
bright light and thunder

this drop is me
that one is you
came out from a cloud
from an ocean of blue

form an allegiance
create a cirlce of life
two drops of water
we are falling in love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
rain drops fall over and over
come down go up no end to this story
rain drops fall over and over
phenomenon i call free falling

One message reacived......
is it from my mum..
Is it from the landlord
is it from my dad
is it from my girlfriend..
After opening the text i could nt bealive my eyes....why cant she let me stay in peace why does she keep on bothering my  marriage...her name is tracey a girl i had been dating buh just dumbed me because i was not rich.... And i left her even though i loved her with all my heart....i knew that the love i felt for her will never fade away....but soon enough i came to find my true love... tracey's love was first love...and first love never dies but true love comes and buries it alive.......i met my true love her name is melissa i love her but not the way i do for tracey but their is no turning back  i am married...and thats why i cant reply traceys text even though i love her...

but i didn't feel a buh-boom
no profound i am

just a pulsing you

My mind folded like the hands of an apostle
Never believed buh always bringing out the best in spirit
My eye sight just a view to what I like
persuasive like a lion never Judah,
A king believed to rule the jungle.

Ative buh yet ablaze Wit the iana
A dale of  tales my imperfections
They wouldn't admit its perfections
Altered to my deeper roots