"carin" poems
can i tell her tht
she was her.
i wanted
...her...
all of she!
i juss knew
she is
guaranteed.
to be w me..
her... she is
juss so beautifully.
...scrutiny...
eyes, nose, lips
& body... mainly
personality!
she is her
her is she
wow she’s so
carin..lovin
mainly
extraordinary.
i juss want her
to be with me
can i make you my
queen on saturday?
nvm.. i think
she’s has somebody..
sadly i thought
maybe it
was jus an imaginary
but now were friends..
and in the end
can i tell you tht?
she is her.
her is she
... i wanted her to be w me
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
It ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Readin’ writin’ and sech lack that stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ at the factory line ever day either.
And it sher ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Grammer and other sech borin’ stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ on a factory line ever day either.
Ah sherr don’t need it to work digging
Er runnin’ sewer lahns er plummin’ pipes neither.
So, folks can jess give up on tryin’
To turn me into some kinda egghead scholar.
After all, it was good enough for my dad
To go to work, and work hard to earn a dollar.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
there once was a woman named ferrin
who got sick of the skin she was wearin'.
so she tugged on the zipper
and let the world rip 'er
in half so she'd finally stop carin'!
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
outer banks #1
down to the outer banks
where the water
and the dunes
reflect the wild east coast
we had to drive
to where its not commercialized
where the sand is actually
really occupied
ya gotta a dig a hole burn some coal
just to even eat a fish
grab a spear for a crab where the
shallow waters clear
ya gotta go, you gotta roll where
the old wind blow
ya gotta go, you gotta roll where
the old wind blow
watch your back girl
butter flies flyin outta your skirt
fly off the waves like dirt
were hidden out in the sand dune land
protected from patrol
by mountain sand
while the elders passed a joint
laughin, not carin and
so i soak it in
soak soak soak it in
cause you gotta roll, you gotta go
where the old wind blow
crabbin and a surfin
unknown land
im just campin out
and followin my dad
and camper dave
he's my other dad
we got the seafood
the surfers wish they had
so you gotta roll, you gotta go with the flow
where the ocean is remote
dont need no boat
its the best **** feeling
id ever had
cause ran around
the old wind blow
u gotta go where the old wind blow
so you gotta roll, you gotta go where
the old wind blow
you gotta gooo oh
where the old wind blow
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
*
since I've got
into your lungs-
as a sudden
surprise!
this sweet
scent
lingers on. . .
late into the
non-twinklin'
humid night
hummin' 'bout
our primal outburst
of raw desires -
delightful and determined!
not carin' for the rest
of the world -
let it cease -
for god's sake -
away!
along stray cats
and narrow alleys
& unfurl
somwhere else!
for your hard
passion upon my soft
skin. . . sang most
beautifully &
the desire's
splendour. . .
this luscious
lunacy
wouldn't leave
me 'till dawn -
this sleepless
inevitable
luminous
love grip
*
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
Webster’s dictionary defines 'jaded'
as “made dull, apathetic,
or cynical by experience
or by having or seeing
too much of something.”
Let me tell you about my divorce.
Left me destitute with no remorse.
Thought it was a match made in heaven
But how could it be when it was forced?
Three months living in a blissful hell
There was no way we could tell.
My wife left me, abandoned me
In our apartment by myself.
She said she didn’t love me anymore
As she walked out the door
She filed for our divorce
Using $200 I had saved up, of course.
It seemed like she unraveled my universe
And as if things couldn’t get any worse
She was pregnant with my daughter
And tried to keep me away from her.
It seemed like every day I was cryin’.
I didn’t even care if I was dyin’.
Pain was so bad it’s like my heart
was ripped out of my chest by a lion.
Yah, and it’s like...
I just got tired of carin’
And I just kept starin’
At my hands and my feet
‘Cause I got nothing in between
I am jaded
I am jaded
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
No matter race, creed, or color
A brother is a brother,
I must admit the mist ova ya eyes is
Drivin me crazy
You say your sight is
To hazy.
Crimson flowin thru us
We all bleed the same
Blood
But you got on blinders you
Can't see thru The flood.
Being abused , mis-used and jaded
Turned
Something so
Simple
Into something
Complicated.
Many out there all alone
Steady beat'in down
Their own soul
Fight'in with themselves
Not carin that
That lives gonna be
The toll
Struggle'in thru this reality
Addictions they must
Feed
Same restless cats be the Ones
Don't even know there
Own seed
We need to open our eyes
Start take'in charge of
Our minds
Right now we're search'in For an anwser
That we ain't truely
Try'in to find
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
Mature in her youth.
Young in her maturity.
Oh, to be sixteen.
Growing old too fast.
But growing up too slowly.
Today: infinite.
Tip-toeing the line
Leaping 'tween the trapezes.
Balancing it all.
Aged so sweetly, loved
So deeply; she is a bud
Blooming in winter.
She is a princess.
High heels, a little black dress.
Face lit up with hope.
Bid old days so long.
She will dance alone no more.
We all go with her.
We all grow with her.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
*
now this time of year comes again
how these darkest days may wane
'cause readin' through the website
one can't deny a melancholic side
seems that some turned off a light
the innerside deeply seated within
tryin' to burst out with all its might
instead kept secretly unflourishin'
although it's easy for outstanders to say
many a people causin' themselves pain
tho feelin' lonely isn't on them to blame
just wished it didn't have to be this way
by reachin' out 'n' carin' for one another
'n' by gettin' rid of any unknown names
*..love always...
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/03/1437**
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
*
thy leaves now fall in such beautiful ways
leavin' a bed of browns, yellows 'n' reds
right where i sat underneath thy shade
protection 'n' comfort ye always gave
calmin' 'n' soothin', when at thee i gazed
thee my definition of life itself
'ave witnessed all, but in silence ye dwell
thy wisdom at pace, ye remain thy place
but 'ave ye not bowed for The Glorious Grace
so earth ye'll protect with thy carin' beds
for this cycle of life, thy sacrifice
is metaphorically just as fine
if only we could talk 'n' able to
understand the realities of our truths
**
..love always...
*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 26/02/1439
**
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
There must be the difference
b/w imagining & seeing --
the things we...
feel & touch, by its all means.
Watching pretty young ladies,
but not so pearl kind of gurls,
Wearing blue jeans with holes in soft knees.
Without carin' of their age,
re-considering 'em 296-BABES of Boulevard Valenciennes.
Some standing by the pole...
Some walkin' down La Pigalle streets,
perhaps, there must be the difference
b/w reality & elm of dreams --
the things we feel & touch or kiss & love, in betweens.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 3:53 AM UTC
Always showin up with potent Love
If my **** was this strong I'd huff n puff
Its so smooth , not a bit of rough
Decisions that left me in complete stun
I know that I won't always be young
But we can always recap and re-run
I like Living in The presence of love
Learning from the lessons is tough
I see us in future days
With the same spark ,
My soul is in complete flames
If it gets hard. It'll never stay dark
My intention is to stay carin n caressin
Flarin n progressing
Light hearted n free Love
Just Don't let opinions deplete us
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
*
my fears shall never be the same as thine
thy tears will never be more dry than mine
while heartache can't touch me at heart's recline
like death can't break me when just a new birth
my fears shall be, even to hurt a bird
or not to be there when love needs handin'
nor to want anyone remain unheard
for carin' all will be carin' my own
my tears will be, for not understandin'
my purpose of existin' 'ere on earth
for when this life will 'ave its endin'
i shall finally face what i 'ave sown
so these are some thoughts that i be livin'
not just some feelings i 'ave made my home
**
..love always...
*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 01/03/1439
**
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
we're the carin' sort
and furthermore, we don’t give
a **** who knows it
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Always showin up with potent Love
If my **** was this strong I'd huff n puff
Its so smooth , not a bit of rough
Decisions that left me in complete stun
I know that I won't always be young
But we can always recap and re-run
I like Living in The presence of love
Learning from the lessons is tough
I see us in future days
With the same spark ,
My soul is in complete flames
If it gets hard. It'll never stay dark
My intention is to stay carin n caressin
Flarin n progressing
Light hearted n free Love
Just Don't let opinions deplete us
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
.
It's a tired song
Passin thru
These
foolish days
///
Real heros are abused
In favor of
The violent ones
( The holy fakes )
///
We hidin away
All we do
Is
Join in the masquerade
• _•
I have come
Me and the 1000 friends
You can be here if ya wanta
( you know what it means
To be free )
////
sacred song
Sacred
Boys and girls
Replacing
the tired world
Every boy and girl
Returning unto
DIGNITY
<//>
We stand in the center a town
Hey YE politicians
What's that dribbling out yer mouths ?
Yer MONEY
is all yer carin about
)(
We are free
We are free
//
All YE boys and girls
What do ya think this is all about ?
CAN YOU SPEAK ?
CAN YOU TALK !
OR ONLY DO WHAT YER DOING
JUST
SHUFFLING ALONG
THE WAY SLAVES HAVE
LEARNED TO WALK ?
)(
Readin yer tired poetry
Wondering
If yer ever gonna learn ta sing
.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
I see how they starin, mean muggin like im Carin
Rollin in the cars that there parents gave em bumpin ****** music an callin it rap tryin act hard
thinkin that cuz I walk around town dressed different that they got the upper hand
But who wanna fight?... anywhere and all the time?
Oh yea its that white guy came from the lame j-town talkin bout how how hes in a gang.
does drugs doesn't give a **** but what was his name? Oh Dennis drain
So you talkin bout the white guy who can really fight loves that **** so much he wakes up every time he's in runnin distance. And while you ******* pullin 9s he's runnin up killin wit bare hands
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC