"cassius" poems
Birthed by altruism or selfishness,
Motivated by personal gain
Or the forfeiting of a nation;
It's the betrayal of friends,
Country, cause and trust.
Cassius,
Judas,
Benedict Arnold,
The traitor has many personas.
Traitors are hated by those they prefer. (Tacitus)
*I forgive those who ****** and steal,
but a traitor, never.* (Zapata)
*A nation cannot survive treason from within...
He rots the soul of a nation...
No wise man ever thought a traitor should be trusted.* (Cicero)
Softness to traitors will destroy us all. (Robespierre)
An open enemy, however criminal, is no traitor. (Spooner)
To have a traitor as an ally is to have an enemy in waiting. (Carey)
*It is the just decree of heaven that a traitor never sees
his danger till his ruin is at hand.* (Metastasia)
There are but two parties now... traitors and patriots. (U.S. Grant)
*If I had one bullet and I was faced by both enemy and traitor,
I would let the traitor have it.* (Codreanue)
There is a special place in hell reserved for traitors. (J. Trudeau)
*Every man must be for the U.S. or against it.
There can be no neutrals... only patriots or traitors.* (S. Douglas)
Et tu, POTUS. (F. Lynch)
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
forever & ever in our minds
Champion........................................................
Aventuring in danger....................................
Strong as a lion................................................
Scramble and going On...................................
Inhumanly Patient ...........................................
Unforgettable person.........................................
Searching for a happy life.................................
∞
Climbing all the steps............................................
Livin' as fast as he can...........................................
Animating everything aroud him.........................
Youngest to win the heavyweight championship
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Thank you ,
for being who you are
Thank you ,
for fighting with so meanin' way
Thank you ,
for showin' me what box means
Thank you ,
for revealin' your strength in the boxing ring
Thank you ,
for makin' me stronger
Thank you ,
for your way of speakin'
Thank you ,
for refusing to participate to killing innocent people
Thank you ,
for being so patient in the prison
Thank you ,
for not lettin' everything go with the the 3yrs deadlines
Thak you ,
for teaching me what going on means
RIP
for this saddest day ever
Thank you
for this unforgettable day ever
03-jun-2016
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
Muhammad Ali- Poster,personification and Palsy
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When I was young,I had posters of only two;
Bruce Lee and Muhammad Ali ,you.
I was uninitiated to understand Che Guevara.
Frankly,my dear; I had no clue.
Rest in Peace, Muhammad Ali ,Sir.
A part of my childhood and adolescence goes with you.
From Cassius Clay,the champion
to Muhammad Ali,
With the whole world as his nation,
You were an awesome thing to happen to religion.
A naive thought-One may argue.
But I was small then,
it was a child's view.
My young mind questioned,
how could you float like a butterfly
and how could your punch be
like the sting of a bee?
It was you who made me understand,
what Metaphors do.
You began to move slow.
I saw you shaking too.
Your body suffered,
but you remained unshaken.
More than what it could,
You allowed me to know,
What this 'Shaking Palsy' could not do.
Rest in Peace,
I bid adieu.
It all feels strange,
this world is new.
But the World is not that brave.
Muhammad Ali, Sir,
without you.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
This was something fun I wrote in high school:
Everyday of school is boring
Except when you're in H's class
Usually he's singing Britney really loud
Or making sarcastic jokes
But the thing students love about him
Is that he makes fun of everyone
There's; Randal, Cassius, and Shorty
And some who can't take a joke
What I like most is my last name
And how no one I know can pronounce it
But when someone says it right, it just annoys me
Not Mr. H, no not him
He says it wrong,
Just to make me happy
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
Sundays for me, are the top edge of
A skyscraper, that I dare to tiptoe
Off of and come rushing down its
Heights,
Like those pennies they say can put
A hole in your head if it hits you.
I don't wanna be the hole in your head.
I wanna be the dent in the concrete,
On Sundays.
On Sundays, I wanna be the one that
Sleeps under bridges in a careless
City because on Sundays I am just
As careless and this is all too much for
Me. On Sundays,
I throw in the towel because the
Last match of the week has left me
Weak
And I am not Cassius Clay.
I am more like the Sunday papers,
Crumpled up and expected to recycle
Myself.
And after being reduced to nothing week
After week, Sundays feel like death.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
Do you see yourself the way I see you?
No, of course not.
You see yourself as many things...
awkward. lanky. unattractive.
unloveable.
After all, who could ever love a man like you?
I could.
And I do, luv.
I see you as many things...
intelligent. beautiful. attractive beyond belief.
loveable.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
They showed me a flag when I was a child
I was standing next to Bull Connor
He looked at me
But I said nothing
I thought I should wait
I saw fire hoses and dogs
I thought it was a television show
I hoped it wasn’t true
They showed me a flag when I was a child
I was standing next to Martin Luther King, Jr.
He looked at me
But I said nothing
I thought I should wait
I saw a man pointing from a balcony
Another man lay dead
I hoped it wasn’t true
They showed me a flag when I was a child
I was standing next to George Wallace
He looked at me
But I said nothing
I thought I should wait
I saw a man standing in a doorway
He wouldn’t let another man in
I hoped it wasn’t true
They showed me a flag when I was a child
I was standing next to Cassius Clay
He looked at me
But I said nothing
I thought I should wait
I saw a man win a medal
I saw him throw it into a river
I hoped it wasn’t true
They showed me a flag when I was a child
I was standing next to a Grand Wizard
He looked at me
But I said nothing
I thought I should wait
I saw a man wearing a robe
He lit a cross on fire
I hoped it wasn’t true
They showed me a flag when I was a child
I was standing next to a black Panther
He looked at me
But I said nothing
I thought I should wait
I heard a man say something
“Teach people to stop being inhuman”
I thought maybe it was true
They showed me a flag when I was a Dad
I was standing next to my son
He looked at me
But I said nothing
I wondered if I should wait
I thought he should have his own opinion
It was time that I give him mine
I finally knew what was true
They showed me a flag when I was a sinner
I was standing next to a cross
It stood silently as I looked
This time I said something
I knew I could no longer wait
What man can judge another?
When a flag reminds them of their dead brothers
I need to tell everyone what was true
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
I realised I couldn't make change,
So I stopped trying to make it,
Now I walk past outstretched hands,
Born to make mistakes.
To take the time to discover the world before we lived in today,
That exists before us,
There so much more,
But have those ancestors ever mattered less.
The history lesson
Feels like detention,
People careless now than they ever did before
And that's no metaphor,
For peace or freedom,
Emancipated in the dawn of mind
But will my generation make more change than the one before.
We heard Cassius clay,
Make that change - from his slave name to rounding an army -
Followers Muhammad Ali.
We heard Malcolm X,
Make that change,
People looking at him strange when he took aim at the oppressors.
We heard Marcus Garvey,
Make that change,
Force thoughts through a better day,
To escape that pain.
We all heard Snowden,
Make that change,
Expose the corrupt,
But he's the one they want to put it in to chains.
We heard Bob Marley,
Trying making that change,
Emancipate from mental slavery,
Of the mistakes our ancestors made.
Now it's time for you and I,
To make that change,
Follow in the footsteps that were left to guide the way.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Eyes like Medusa
Heart like Cassius
Strength like Hercules
Power like Zeus
Soul like Cleo
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
The first dictator,
the founder.
The blood of a would be
god.
But all this mighty knowledge
is meaningless.
With you here.
And me in Roma,
44 B.C.
But I am here.
Next to you,
and you’ll never know.
How I think about the
war in my mind
with the space
between you and me.
But thus is my curse.
Stuck at the strategy table.
Moving the dark pieces in an
attempt to bring
you
closer
to me.
I wish I was Caesar,
or Augustus,
or Alexander.
So my battle plans
could be as sound,
could be as powerful,
could be as triumphant.
So I could conquer this intolerable space.
To touch your face,
To kiss your lips,
To press my body against yours,
To feel our hearts touch.
But it will never happen.
For fortune favors the bold.
And I like Cassius:
I am a coward.
But maybe one day
I’ll be Caesar.
And you’ll be mine.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
(A capella)
The room's gettin kinda crowded
I think they heard our sound check
I can seem them craning their necks to see who's next
they want a set that wrecks
were happy to provide, come on
step inside the light we'll take you for a ride
and we're smiling like we're on trial for our lives
it's a good day to die
but tonight we feel alive
(FUNKY ****
and it's wild how they've got us chasing fires
through the night
in the absence of light
with music, we search for sight
they're reaching for the supreme dream
the currency, the cream
but we resisted the feeling
and we rage against machines
and we blow off ceilings
"Lil c" and the Tree and me, we three
teach with beats and melodies
and bass lines we shine our light
for those who are blinded
and we raise our voices
for those who stay silent
dying to live so
to live we're dying
but to be honest
most of these faces are two-sided
it's the pride inside that won't let me hide my shine
trying to find a sound in this town i can call mine
but i'm feeling fine, waiting for my time
just walking the line in the sunshine
chasing a feline, this a summertime rhyme
but i'm ducking rainy days
like Cassius Clay
Stinging like Ali, laying waste in this place today
fade away?
heck, we haven't begun to blaze today
but maybe today's the day to light up the stage
let me see, Tree can these people hear you slay
(FUNKY BASS ****
but just remember, there'll always be Haters in every pack
they'd stab you in the back
soon as they'd help you off the tracks
whatever helps them stack faster, or
puts their name on the plaque (map)
but we'll be rockin
til this all fades into black
with bass...(FUNKY BASS **** and drums...(FUNKY DRUM ****
and a kid on a mic
(ALL THREE)
we designed this curtain call
for ya'll, we hope you like it
(JUST ME)
now listen to this beat hit just right
to-nite
(CRAZY FUNKY ****
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 8:23 AM UTC
Beware the Odes of March (tho’ this is not really an ode)
or
In the Italian Kitchen with Brutus and Cassius
or
I Come to Curry Caesar, Not to Baste Him
Julius Caesar on the Ides
Marches to the senate house
Up to him young Brutus strides
And, too, Cassius (what a louse!)
Then mean Brutus takes his knife
So does Cassius; you know the ballad:
“Lettuce chop cold Caesar’s life
And thus create the Caesar salad!”
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Lying beside one another in bed,
Filling up voids in our half-empty heads,
After the monster in our fragile hearts had said,
“You will thrive,
While the king lays down dead.”
Throwing stones into a polluted lake,
One of us smiles, while the other one fakes,
After we’ve beaten ourselves up for our petty mistakes,
Our tears are numb,
While our heads ache.
Falling asleep in one another’s arms,
I will lie restless, awake and alarmed,
But I will be shaking and breathing unharmed,
And you will be safe here,
Sleeping and charmed.
Talking about roses and their withering death,
I’ve realized how much my words lack in depth.
I get lost in your words and my idle regrets,
And you go on speaking,
Wasting your breath.
~Cassius Lee.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
With the Passion of Cassius smashin' the classless and the facist
With the vernacular of Malcolm and paired with such passion the outcome attacks with tact and impact because in it's very nature it is offensive
With the cosmic knowledge of Albert, but we do not speak in relativity,
Only what is exactly no biased or levity
With the strength of a million men, no, a million pens, because I'm told the word is mightier than the sword,
But I've seen a man bring a pen to a fight and swiftly his life was no longer his right but a privilege he had once taken for granted
And the man who brought a sword to fight with honor was honored to die from a distant spiraling bullet because even the art of war has evolved beyond civility
That's why I wear Teflon vests, but never a mask, to make sure they look me in the eyes to get rid of me...
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
thank you kyler, you were my first
right in the back seat of your car
first in front of my house at two am
and then later in a grocery store parking lot a few blocks down
with foggy windows and clothes that took a while to find again
I only told you I loved you when you ****** inside of me
with new car smell and broken condoms.
You pinned me up against your car
in the parking lot of stadium thrift way.
baptized my neck with hickeys after I cried about issues with my dad.
I broke your heart I guess
i'm not that sorry
thank you Donald, I fell for you
sneaking over to your house
or up to my bedroom
or on every couch in my living room
even in a public park
the first time we kissed, we stood in my empty living room. you made fun of me for standing on my toes.
I fed you leftover Thai food as we snuck kisses in the kitchen and then crawled out on the porch.
I sat in your lap. you put your hand between my legs.
you felt more experienced and more apathetic, making me feel small and childish
you thought you had taken my virginity, but you had just taken an old phone charger and a yellow hat
you told me through a text
'I just don't see where this is going'
thank you Cassius, with shocking white hair.
infatuation isn't a word strong enough.
'don't u know vandalism is illegal?' id say.
you hid a smile when you caught my eyes in the back of jacob's show
you'd say 'what can I give u for a cigarette?
a lighter, 50 cents, or a kiss?'
we almost did it in the back of your friends car
with your **** out, your friends came back in and we threw a coat over your lap
sneaking into a construction site, I sat on a dusty shelf and you ****** me
I left my scrunchie on the ground in there, and you pulled out and came on it
I never got it back
you said once 'I'm always sad, and whenever Im happy
I just get more sad'
sneaking into your bathroom
turning the shower on
pushing me up against a wall
I liked the way you held my hands
and wrapped me in your arms.
sneaking my fingers into yours and you responded eagerly.
out of breath, you'd say 'I need a cigarette'
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
ummmmmmmm he has battled so many times
ummmmmmmm his religion and titles and illness
ummmmmmm he was the greatest fighter that ever lived
ummmmmmm in more ways than one
ummmmmmm he used the catch phrase float like a butterfly sting like a bee
ummmmmmm he lit the atlanta olympic flame when he was
ummmmmmm let's just say he was a fighter
ummmmmm he is holding the fight in the heavens
ummmmmmm it surely took a long time for his illness to defeat him
ummmmmm he will be given a nice new boxing ring in the clouds
ummmmmm so his next earth body can perform the same miracles
ummmmmm yeah he has parkinsons but he didn’t let it defeat him
ummmmmmm he might be dead but not defeated
ummmmmmm he might be dead but not defeated
ummmmmmmm ummmmmmmm ummmmmmm
RIP cassius marcekkus clay RIP MOHAMAD ALI
ummmmmmm i hope you defeat many people in the afterlife
so your next earth body can live on ummmmmmm ummmmmmm ummmmmm
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
How thin must Cassius be
For Caesar to not trust?
He had good reason not to for
A dagger he did ******
But intentions unbeknownst to he
Just eyes a gossamer frame.
With an ambitious hunger
To keep crown from being proclaimed.
For in the Tiber Caesar did flounder
As if he were the archaic Anchises.
A yelp for help for Gaius Cassius
To save him from this crisis.
And he as Aeneas,their great ancestor
Lifted that mortal Julius upon his shoulder.
Waded through the angry flood
And dropped him down like a boulder.
How could you not trust
A man that saved your life?
Doing something so careless
Maybe deserves the ambitious knife.
Et tu, plebeian?
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Judas speaks to me proclaiming his innocence,
Brutus begs for mercy,
Cassius screams for his torture to end.
Their pain inflicted by my own hands, my own teeth.
I see my reflection in the burning ice.
I am Satan.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
There’s a suit between love and hate
The jury arrives in rows of eight
Religion arrives with colour and race
Politics displeased demands to be the ace
Culture and sports side with love and play
Achilles, olives and even Cassius clay
Tribe and caste vote to tell a lie
The jury rises, alas we have a tie!
-A. Ajani
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Today is like any other day,
However,
Don't plan any trips to the Senate,
Stay off of stairs and away
From people named
Cassius or Brutus.
Wifes are dreamy, so listen and look.
Knives are for cutting, not stabbing.
Should a soothsayer
Warn,
Beware the Ides of March,
Don't leave without an explanation.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Cassius Bartholomew, a dapper gentleman
Oh, two-toned fuzzy suit, and smile so genuine
Regarding his tough muscles, a good workout regimen
Gracious with affection, his love is never tentative
I greatly love that Cash, so I write these sentences
Cassius is a cuddle monster who snuggles day or night
Oh, that Cashboy is such a manly man despite his tiny height
Ruggedly running through rolling hills, superlative delight
Gusto! Cash's cry of joy when his name you cite
I hope you understand by now, Cash's character's airtight
Cassius is a Corgi, a big-eared loaf of bread from end to end
Cashboy is the best of dogs
He's truly man's best friend
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
Cassius,
Muhammad,
Human,
Fighter,
Revolutionary,
Poet,
Fear never knew you,
Hate never knew you,
Anger never knew you,
Love knew you,
Peace knew you,
Charity knew you,
You gave us hope,
You gave us trust,
You gave us unity,
We all know you,
We all love you,
We all miss you,
Be at rest gentle soul,
Be at peace sweet soul,
Sleep the sleep of champions.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC