"buisness" poems
for you
this is buisness.
for you
I am just a job.
for you
I am just a stranger.
for me
this is personal.
for me
this is pleasure.
for me
you are a friend.
thank you for human contact
I wish your touch would never end.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
I love the way you make me feel
its as if time stops
it seems so surreal
i cant wait for the night
i can sleep by your side
if all be able to with
your heartbeat against mine.
when you played your guitar
it caught me by suprise
i laughed to myself
and then realized
i have the perfect guy
that all the girls dream of
and getting you
was not even rough
when you get upset
theres no need to apologize
or even analyze
ways you can compromise
just tell me you love me
i was always told
to second guess people
see things from different views
because they are evil
but when it comes to you
i know its unessesary
this dating buisness seemed hard
but now its preliminary
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 4:30 PM UTC
Where does this zero go?
when is it o.k to say yes or no?
my transactions arent lining up
and my expenses have run amuck
and i think my buisness has gone to ****
i think that i am out of luck
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
There's Midnight Ravens
along the telephone
wire.
Big black suckers
with deep dark
eyes that
see death
before it comes.
These hosts
of the end
pay me no mind
as I pass beneath
their roost.
They rudely go
about their
Raven buisness,
yelling and
******** their way
into the morning.
An unrelenting
bark drums
on from
behind
a white painted
fence.
An insane sound
like an alarm that
no one will turn
off.
I step over a small
cities worth of
ants who are
scrambling
around a crack
in the
sidewalk
clogged with
more frantic
ants.
The great flood
has arrived
in the form of
a timed sprinkler.
And all of
the soldiers
have abandoned
the Queen.
It's early morning
The air has
yet to be
choked out
by the
diesel fuel
and needless
emissions that will
soon began to
smother the
city
.
The faint smell
of fresh fish
makes its way
up the city
blocks from
the waterfront
below.
Old Italian and
Slavic women
stand outside
in their
long day time
night gowns
smoking cigarettes
while watering
the concrete.
I enter the
alley way ,
the smell of
***** diapers,
cheap
laundry detergent
and too
many children
surround an
apartment complex.
As I passed I came
upon the Black Princess
of these streets.
The wisest and
surest of them all
crosses my path.
Her tail held high
and strong,
striding care free,
she looks at me
with her
emerald eyes
and yawns.
She stops near a row
of trashcans that
are lined
up looking like
a modern
day monolith.
She laps at her
paw with slow,
long, lazy
licks as I
pass.
She again fixes me
with those marble green
eyes and lets me
know without
saying a word.
That the alley cat kills
for fun.
Ignores all Gods
by choice
and laughs
at our attempts
to tame it.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Cycling past buisness girls on his way through Camden town
between towering grey buildings and tourists that frown
The lights turns to red and like a one legged man at the curb
he drifts off to a land that to some, seems absurb
Where honey-eyed tales of piglet and Pooh
are driven by toads tooting, **** **** poo
Peddling along the reeling, rolling,rambeling road some drunkard guy made
on famiular BBC air waves his voice often played
Through rich green ridings, wild moor and dales
2-50 stands the church clock that so sweetly never fails
Hatless on Ilkley, bathed and bathed in York
tea-time fancies at Harrogate, whilst watching like some Kes pearched hawk
Nodding and humming to sounds of the Brighouse and Rastric bands
and still finding time to paddle a little,
on sun drenched Gigglewick sands
Red turns to green as he wobbles and peddles away down Boris's yellow brick road
To Settel, for supper with
Raty
Mole
Badger
and Toad
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
I don't waste my time trying compare myself
I've pulled the trigger
Gone off the deep end
Smoking dancing blue pills on tin foil and watch her eyelids flicker
Thick
Smoke in my eyes
Detatching
From the gaze inanimate and perfect
I can't let go
Standing up straight half-rate I've been carried out of Captain Jacks
Before all my fake friends who come running when I have the money
I can drink all night when I give Rick a nickel bag ol' molly
Out of house and buisness
I drink him into the ground
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
In my head
I am the Russian Roulatte
In a tee *** I beg for trust
When poured out
The foam becomes of your mouth
I do buisness in China
Shipped to Pueto Rico
Make tongues flip as sharp
as a Nurican Dominican
Jitter till hearts stop beating on top of Italian pool tables
I steal breathes from science who believe in what is not in the Bible
I am your Russian Roulette
Make a feline spray a *** spot in here ******
Make a King errect New Your late night star lights when they stu'n
Change the tune in your song
from spittin rap versus to singing to God that you was wrong
I beat the drugs
Put a end to your habbit
So when you feel you cant utter a verse I'll let you howl like a suffering rabbit
Because no one knows how to use me right
I am the only bullet tucked in to take away your life
As soon as I leap forward to your attention you will be adoment to a pension
Stire clear
I am here
No intentions but to terminate erosions
Respect what I may
Careful when you choose to play
You must reconsider the outcome
I am
The Russian Roulette.
© the Russian Roulette S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
It's been said so well before so I'll quote a few
Artist who have written songs... because they've lived through it too!
This is an original piece but inspired by many
Our thoughts similar... yet, mine won't earn a penny
I'm okay with it though that's not why any of us do it
It's meant to inspire the people ...To help them get through it
What were the Beatles trying to teach in the song "let it be"
The strength & power of forgiveness with the hopes we all see
And of course theres "Imagine"... written by John Lennon to say
That changing our view ...could forge a new way
When Eminem rapped "sing for the moment"
What was going through his head
That no ones destined to be poor ....to believe in other options instead
"Keep your head up" is the message Tupac tried to spread
To live life to the fullest ... only stopping when your dead
And the reason biggie wrote "juicy" was to help people see
That hard work & a dream .... can set anybody free
Salt-n-Pepa's "None of your buisness" made woman stand tall ...
At a time when men had the ability to make them feel small
A similar goal was the reason for Lauryn Hills "Doo *** that thing"
Girl power & self respect is the message they bring
In the song "Can't hold us down" ...Lil Kim & Christina regulate
The lesson is equality.... And they hope to educate
Kanye West inspired us all... When he spit it "Through the wire"
He grew strenghth from an accident that would have turned most into a crier
And in "If I ruled the world"... Nas asks we "imagine that"
Decribing how the world can be... In a different place than it's at
If you put a beat to my messages you'd see my goals are the same
The only difference between us Is the money and fame
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Radio static
Crackle.....crackle....ladies and gentlemen
Please fasten your seatbelts at this time
The no smoking light is now on
We are beginning our descent
Into madness
I'm using my seatbelt as a dinosaur
To get in one more stick
Before we crash in a gasoline flavored fireball
No music
Nothing special
No one minding
It just is
A mommy holds her sleeping daughter
A buisness man
In a pretty little tie
Loses his mind behind me
Someone tells him
Be cool man your scaring the kids
Everyone is faced with the same question
I drink cold coffee from a Styrofoam cup
Watching the deer play on the clouds outside my
(Little window)
All those times I was embarassed around people and I prayed
"God, please get me out of here"
And I got up and walked out
I wish I could go back and save all those times
To use right now
But when I try to get up
And walk out on my own power
The door opens up ten thousand feet above sea level
And closing
*This is the captain ladies and gentlemen
We have suffered a slight engine malfunction
And we are going to try to make an emergency landing
If you have any prayers
Now is the time to use them*
All I can do is think about you
As I sit against the bathroom door
I know that if you were here right now
You would probably be wearing headphones
Listening to your "getting ready to die playlist"
Maybe you would put your head on my lap
And try to get some sleep before we get there
I can almost hear you say
"Where we're goin' we won't get much sleep"
So I close my eyes
And lay my head back
Lighting a cigarette beneath the no smoking sign
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC
"i just wish you didn't hate me." he said,
exhaling the first drag of his fourth cigarette
since we began our verbal wrestling match
two shots earlier.
his eyes always seem to look the most sincere
when i know that he isn't.
as green as the river that delivered me,
perfect.
i make fun of that **** leather jacket that he looks so handsome in
and ask to borrow his handkercheif
so that i can fill it with snot
and spite.
i hate this "talking" buisness.
it's more like a contest to see who can make the other hate themselves first.
he always wins.
and even when i want to drink his existance into submission,
i still just want to grab him by the face and kiss him...
right on his filthy mouth.
"obviously, i don't hate you," i finally reply.
"i just hate that i give a **** about you."
his silence speaks volumes.
unfortunately,
they're penned in a vernacular that i've never understood.
the air gets busy and heavy,
alive with the charge of confusion between insanity and ****** frustration.
the steps to our shit-show waltz are well rehearsed...
we slide over each others jugulars gracefully -
nimble -
on both the tips of our toes
and the tips of our tongues,
crossing lines in the sand with tact.
hit for hit.
shot for shot.
we dance,
in the angred space we share
on the front porch
in the light of the moon,
leaving even the moths afraid to cross us.
some people love without looking back,
and some people look back without loving the crack in the wall in which they hid the sour facts.
i guess that's you and me-
filling the cupboards with what's already rotten,
in hopes that what we don't acknowledge won't be a problem.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 8:31 PM UTC
Dreamers dreaming the impossible
possible
dreamers asleep awake
alive and free
dreamers who answer calls
dreamers who know it all
dreamers with the music you need
dreamers who give you love in need
no matter what
if anything
this is the biggest lesson i've ever learnt riding on this ship
that sometimes you can choose your family
and they are your friends
and that. IS respect.
we walk on sacred ground
inside and out
so mad respect to you
and you
and all of you who pervade the all seeing ocean of cosmicness nice doin buisness
don't mess , tease and test hotline to humor is the peruser of this horizon
and i see we've reached land
we're all dreamers - ghosts driving machines
how many ghosts are drifting into machines these days
i wonder where our perspective can change , when we DARE to dream
;)
any dream
any time
day dream s
reality's gleam , bright awake alive like a sunrise with wine and cigarettes
surveying the coastal horizon
these people are all calling
screams and screams maybe your not tuned vibrational yet to the symphonies of earths war cry
the sleeping dragon has awoken
you dared to touch her jewels , her gems
you fools.
mine anything- but do not touch her babies
and no
i'm not talking about diamonds - they are not that rare- it's where you value more than money when it shows who cares
there are whole PLANETS made up of diamonds
we talking about home - ourselves
how rare is life ?
well for all we know
we could be the only ones
and we spend time killing each other?
I am the executioner
i have come to give you your wake up call
we are here to do a job
what? i know what i'm good at ..... (1)
fighting the enemies of truth
i stand for justice
served fairly
Karma is time
i'm talking past lives now
anyway
the point is
we've all got a reason
to be here
go find it
( it- may just be a person too )
or several people ?
or everyone ?
or for no one
ghosts in machines
whatever .
i just wanna say peace
this is my peace which i wrote primarily for me
and we wrote it together
all of us
we need peace
and we need quiet
the old kingdom is crumbling
we are
new
we are the ones who choose
we become our own judges
and executioners
we become our own best friends in the darkest of times
and someone once said
the sun always rises
and what a beautiful that maybe sunrise was
just like black magic
call me the magician
my name is SYD.
and i live in all of you .
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
The Way To Dark Justice
Inside The House Of Shadow
I Stand In Darkness
I Open My Wings To Airflow
I Take The Look For Every Weakness
Inside The Dark Cloud You See My Eyes
To Be The First To Witness
I Take You Up, I Hold You Down
To Feel The Chillness
Killing Is My Only Rule
My Whole Augustness
Making the crash in your skull
with one bullet moving so airless
The Scope On My Eyes
and the breath was aptness
To Give you free visa to hell
And pain Rise up To be bigness
Bleeding Your Blood So hard
To take Your Soul in my fitness
Taking the look in That Hole
All What Says you're hopeless
breathing so hard and weakest
And your body Was idleness
Once you leave your body
your mortality will be bodiless
your spirit Will take the freedom
While you was never chariness
deciding to Jump and take the fall
thinking That you Are Making Buisness
Wars and Destruction making River of Blood
to make fear And other things dirtiness
But now I make sure about your elimination
With No Come back To Make the justice
Author / Aladdin Aures Hamdi
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
I remember the first time someone saw you push me.
She had turned to me , shocked ;
appalled at what she just witnessed... appalled I let it happen.
I remember the first time
you screamed at me,
your breath horrid , so close to my face..
reeking of beer and *****
I remember the night your dad watched you
hold me against a wall,
not moving, not stopping,
not preventing. I pleaded, crying... He just pretended it wasn't his buisness .
I remember the night you threw me in the car
screaming over the bridge,
telling me you didn't care, my
eyes squeezed shut , 90 miles an hour.
I remember your hand around my throat,
that look you had. There was no one behind your eyes,
you were empty. A monster.
I remember the light switch.
The person I loved..to the demon I hated.
Your voice changed, it was like I could you see falling into that blackness.
...I remember packing my things and being stronger then I thought..
I remember you screaming how much I would regret it.
I remember you begging for chances...I was tired.
I remember needing to love myself , more then I loved you .
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
My brother and father are talking the the front of the car.
About some cool twist in mystery my brother learned about in school,
or maybe about a latest buisness plan.
My youngest brother is sleeping next to me in the very back of the car.
My middle brother is listening to music,
like he always does as he falls asleep.
My sister is sleeping as well.
She can't read, because she always gets car sick.
And I'm sitting awake in the back seat,
as I always am on this long trip.
Staring out the window...
just thinking about everything going on in my life,
trying to find anything in it to grasp...
trying to fight back the threatening tears.
This is how it always is at 1 in the morning on this never ending trip.
We are all in this small space for a long time.
But no one will ever know me like they think they do.
Even if they asked...(which they never will) why would I tell?
I'll just be told I'm being silly,
and then a lecture will start on how they grew up,
and how that's how I should as well...
Not that i'll ever listen.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 12:54 PM UTC
What ever happened to us keeping our buisness ours?
Whatever.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
whats wrong with me?
why cant i see like you see?
could just a couple of months have done this to me?
am i really that messed up?
everything i see i question..
your so cute...
and your such a good guy, babe.
everything about you seems right.
my parents even like you.
your so respectful and sweet...
but babe...
i said it from the beginning I'm not into catch your feelings.
you know i don't want that.
i wouldn't be good for you..
...Boy, you know id only get you into more trouble than your used too.
"we can make it work ill do anything"
no no no... im sorry
i dont play like that babe.
your making it personal but when we do this to me its only business.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
They had a feast in your honor
I decided not to go
I decided to walk the great gardens
Balancing on the high stone walls
Jumping here or there
Listening to birds sing
Sun up
I was nobody in particular
Getting lost in the buisness of things
I could have been a beetle walking on a leaf
I could have been a fox
Watching you from the quiet of a hedge
So when I lay down on that green grass
Everything so altogether warm
I didn't think about you
or me
or your monologues
I thought of a hand full of bees
Pulling at my body like pollen
Spreading me out over the life
The pond full of hungry coy
Hyacinth
A silent crane watching me
I would swim in this pond
But I am satisfied to loom above my reflection
Seeing myself reflected on the background of heaven
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
I take a second,
Pondering the strange situation I've found myself in.
"How are you?"
Mom said don't talk to strangers,
Is he a stranger?
This man I see on the subway
Everyday?
"I'm fine, thanks"
My heart is pounding,
The sentance has taken my breath away.
He's a stranger I decide,
I finger my trusty phone,
My safe place in the screen.
"Buisness?"
I ignore him,
Because saying something would be rude.
I pretend not to hear.
My breath slows,
My heart calms itself.
And conversation dies.
Two sentances.
That's all we had.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
I am a ******* mailbox.
Why?
I dunno.
Because i said so.
Accept me for who i am.
My metal *** and face.
My four little legs
And a drawr that holds youryour buisness.
I am a ******* mailbox
Accept me,
My rusted edges
My sad blue paint.
Unfortunate that i do not have a red flag.
****
Well
Thank my creater,
the mailman
I am a ******* mailbox.
And i am
**** proud
To be one
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
You keep a clean office desk
So it's easy to shove everything off of it
To gently put your girl on it
And make her feel like she's the real reason you do buisness
Because that's how I see it.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
2/10/13
you don't have to ask me anymore,
how I'm feeling or what I'm thinking.
it doesn't matter to me
if it matters to you.
but I wonder if you dream of me,
or mistake me for that girl
you saw walking down the street
if you remember as vividly as I did
all the times we used to share.
all the words exchanged,
my way of merely bordering sane.
I wouldn't expect you to.
today you were brought up
from across the table.
and my gut didn't ache
and I simply said,
"I'd rather not discuss it"
and I kept your privacy,
I didn't expect to, but I did.
it's neither my buisness nor his.
nobody ever seems to know
all that has happened between us.
I suppose it's a blessing.
so I went out for a cigarette,
and thought about absolutely nothing.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
I know you have kids to feed,
But I must say what I need,
I am no thief,
I did not steal from you,
And our boss already finished the deal,
I owned what I worked for,
You don't get to carry the sins of the father,
unto the son. Because it suits you.
You curse the dealership for approving deals,
That make you lose money in peels,
But you want my losers,
You have to ask everyone for yours,
I earn mine, and never have to ask anyone.
Please stop accosting me.
Do not tell me, that my father thinks I am Greedy,
Do not tell me that I don't know anything,
That what comes around goes around,
Do not call me, The kinkiest ************ you know,
And say you wont do buisness with me,
Any more,
And then keep coming to me,
And lecturing me,
And riling me up,
And stressing me,
And making my heart burst up,
Leave me alone.
Fight someone else,
To get what you think is yours,
While I'll sleep soundly,
Maybe tomorrow,
Knowing I did what was right.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
She walks looking down
she walks with a twist
Her real self concealed
her real self doesn't exist
He walks like he owns them
he walks with self esteem
He puts on a face
he's who they want him to be
She works two jobs
she works herself to the bone
She's caring for a child
she's all on her own
He's in the family buisness
he's tired of it all
He wants to be his own person
he doesn't want to hide behind a wall
She's scared to tell her parents
she's terrified what they'll do
She sits with a razor blade
she cries over her passed and future too
These people you see
we see them day to day
But we don't see the hurt
and suffering in every way
Six billion people roam this earth
day to day camoflauging reality
Six billion people scared to death
of who they can really be
When you see a person
what thoughts cross your mind?
There's a story to each
and a truth behind each lie
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 12:44 PM UTC