"checkin" poems
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
im with *****
Making millys
acting silly
im playing... our pockets empty and we smoking bleezy
selling acid
minds are gold never plastic
yeah we trappin never nappin
summer 13 ******* thats old news, no clue
nbs and fitted i dont need to boost
plain white t's, no j crew
this me, i never knew, killer kush, ***** im never blue
checkin ******* out, i always disaprove
ridin ***** with our one seaters
pop a heater if ****** being nosy call em peter
5'6 ***** eater wearing beaters never beat her but i beat it, so much head i need a breather
****** is talking puppets watching budget always cautious ***** ****** and they mullets looking stupid
floosy girls loose since theyre dad left theyre missing screws
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
The riddle of me
Is bullets of art
Shooting ink stains
In your heart
So you'll always love me
And my mentality
Is a mental breakdown
Of three things
Words, beats and rhymes
Ahead of my time
Thinking of blasting stars
Around your head
Knocked down
Out for the count
Going old school
Wylie getting chased around
On the road running
Laps at the speed of sound
Dropping TNT
Boom
Anvils like beats
Flattening you out
Gettin dizzy quickly
Spinnin and spinnin
Thinking freely
It's my territory
Down a black hole
Following the white
Rabid junk dealing
Cat selling smiles
Getting mad feeling
The wheels are turnin
Inside out
A needle sewn
Through the vane
Injection infection
Man in the mirror
It's a sight to see
Through the glass
Pictures like a memory
Before my rhymes crash
And you see the other side of me
Revealing my destiny
Going insane
I'm the only one to blame
The ink stains
They're smothering me
Slithering inside me
Covering my body
The only thing to see
Is my heart exposed
But you all love me
With these rhymes
And flows
A new era
Another time
A blast from the past
But I'm heading to the future
89 miles an hour
And I'll return
Brake checkin
With tire tracks that burn
With doc in an urn
To lure you in
Back to where it all begins
Tattoos of a heart
Deep within my skin
To replace the oxygen
Breathing nitrogen
Ink stained again
Graffiti trigger
Spraying art
Deadly sins
Bullets tearin you apart
But these are my words
And they come from the heart
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
The bar was deserted
But for The Captain and me
I was tending the bar
He was watching the sea
The North Wind was 'a howlin'
As the door opened wide
It was The North Wind just checkin'
To see who's inside
The Captain, was quiet looking out at the sea
He said on days like today, that is no place to be
She'll swallow you whole
Take your ship in one gulp
Crush all your riggings
And make the rest into pulp
When she opens her maw
The Sea don't care who
Is there for the taking
It's just what she do
I ventured on over
A fresh glass, with some ice
He said "what took you?"
I said ..."now, be nice"
"With weather like this"
"There's leaks front and back"
"And if I don't mop them up"
"Then I will get the sack"
He smiled as he drank up
One gulp and all done
He used to come here
With his grandson and son
But, that story is longer
And a good one to know
But, today, t'was just him
And he was rarin' to go
"The Sea is a monster, you can be sure of that"
"That's a fact I am saying, as sure as I'm sat"
"She'll swat you down hard, like a little old gnat"
"And to her it'll be nothing more than a pat"
"To Davy Jones Locker, she'll take you today"
"And once you are down there, in the locker you'll stay"
"A witch like the Ocean, she doesn't half play"
"When the water starts talking....you hear what she say!!!"
He swirled round the cubes
Made a noise, looked my way
I was already pouring
His fifth of the day
"Barkeep, be wary"
"The wind is the start"
"It's the voice of the water"
"It'll sure break your heart"
"She'll take what you give her"
"And she'll return you squat"
"Like a big old hard game"
"Of 'x's and noughts"
"She's a powerful mistress"
"And fickle as well"
"But, be on her today"
"And she'll take you to hell"
We sat watching closely
As the storm rattled glass
We both were quite nervous
And we hoped it would pass
The storm came in early
Two weeks 'fore the season
And we knew out today
That the water'd be freezin'
The Captain dozed off
Facing out to the sea
There was now just the storm
A sleeping Captain....and me.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
Hornier and hornier all the time,
I'm lucky horniness isn't a crime.
Checkin' out the new girl at work,
She probably thinks I'm such a ****
Trying to think of something to say,
Anything to get a lay.
I offer to take her out to eat,
Someplace quiet, where the people meet.
Later we can go out and dance,
Thinking how to get in her pants.
I take her out and ply her with liquor,
It's true what they say, it really is quicker.
I start making conversation, casual and trite,
I start thinking, this is going to be a long night.
Hoping that something will relieve my gloom,
She suddenly suggests 'Let's get a room.'
We get inside and my mind does a flip,
We are all over each other as we start to strip.
We ****** each other and start to kiss,
My **** is hard, I'm in a state of bliss.
My ***** points north as my hand reaches south,
She takes my member and puts it in her mouth.
My hand working her over we continue to pet,
I know it is working, she becomes quite wet.
I pull out of her mouth and put it in her mound,
I get my back in motion as I begin to pound.
Legs in the air, lying on her back,
I start to punish her sweet little crack.
Her soft moans turn to wild screams,
Just like I imagined in my dreams.
When it's over we say 'goodbye'.
Happy to share this natural high.
When we meet again at work, we have nothing to say,
Just smile and ask, 'How was your day?'
It is nice to have a job related perk,
Makes me happy I went to work.
06-03-09.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:48 PM UTC
Inspired by: Toilet Tisha by OutKast
Spaced out
Brain out
In space
Checkin stardust
My timewaste is
Just a journey to the center of my soul
With the far reaches as my goal
And the cold wastes as my place of solace
Feelin soulless
Pacin in my brain
Shy away from sane
My plane doesn't fly
It hydroplanes on to other planes of existance
With no assistance
Sliding on a rainy runway
It's a jetplane with a runaway
Who close his mouth
When he's got the most to say
But not enough hope to pray
He implodes
A black hole
That warps him
Warms him
Like frostbite
Deadeyed all night
But he's never felt more alive
Lost in the thoughts of another life
Based barely in reality
Impressionism over realism
Is it really healin him or killin him?
That's the question of the hour
Sittin in the head till it spoils
Goin sour
Green eggs and ham
With a side of sacrificial lamb
And extra power
Now imagination junkie's
Feelin weak as his soul slowly
Drifts back
Drips back
In to his irises
To the land of the living
While sipping with Osirises
Feeling riotous
While his lips split
Dry with the taint
Of the fountain of youth
Sittin there rotting away
Without use
Tryna meditate without medication
Racing to slow down
Before the "Why?" in the road
Cuz once he gets there
He knows
He'll never know
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Bang bang
***** die slow
There’s more to hip hop
Than that ya know
It’s more than the bling
Some ****** show
More than the cribs
The cars or the dough
The culture’s diverse
And you need to know
It’s more than the **** shakin
You’ll always see
On certain shows
On the cable TV
It’s more than the dissin
The fights and braggin rights
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
We’re checkin for content
As well as for flow
You’re pimpin the game
And the homies know
You’re talkin ‘bout places
That you’ll never go
Talkin ‘bout crimes
You never committed
And it’s about time
To fess-up and admit it
Here is the deal
You need to yield
Cos it’s gettin too real
In the field
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
Ya namean
Let me give ya the low
Some name themselves
After I-talian criminals
Sending public messages
That attacks the subliminal
Then start complainin
Once they get popped
And the uninformed
Blame it on hip hop
And it’s not fair
That hip hop takes the blame
For some of you out there
That I could name
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
It’s about to be a rap
For the rap game (yo)
Rap is spiralin further
Out of control
And the government now
Sees itself in the role
Of overseer or regulator
Ya knew it would happen
Sooner or later
If you go on trial
You won’t be around
That’s their way of keepin
The Black man down
All you have to do is jus look around
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
All it takes for you to be
Good to go
Is a mouth full of platinum
And a video **
There’s more to life
Than that you know
Don’t let me be the one
To say I told you so
Cos the seeds you’re plantin
Are kinda rough to ***
But you’re convinced
That you are it
And a ****** like me
Can’t tell you ****
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
There’s more to hip hop
Than that ya know
It’s more than the bling
Some ****** show
More than the cribs
The cars or the dough
The culture’s diverse
And you need to know
It’s more than the **** shakin
You’ll always see
On certain shows
On the cable TV
It’s more than the dissin
The fights and braggin rights
(c) Copyright, 2015 Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
Little Jazz on my birthday
Kings Crown Radio
special every year
Schaap lays down
the JATP grooves
All the tracks of this
Steeltown cat
A perennial
birthday bash
Takes me Uptown
With Roy and Anita
Strolling arm and arm
Singing bout a city
Checkin out the sights
Knockin me a kiss
On the fat lobe lips
Of my eager ear
Ole Little Jazz
Hittin the high note
Blowin somethin cool
Playing with the great cats
He’s one himself
A lion of the bandstand
You can hear a him growl
When he blows that horn
Or a prissy ***** purr
Fine and mellow
on a bouncy ballad
Or check a lonely tomcat
moanin the blues
As he swings on down
some dark alley in Chicago
Yea, he’s one cool cat
this Eldridge dude
One cool Little Jazz cat
Paramus
1/30/99
jbm
Music Selection:
Roy Eldridge, Sunday
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
I found my vision writing tears on the tracks.
Traveling through lanes on a map.
Running ‘round the city brushin’ struggles off my back.
Killin’ ****** that disrespect me viscous pests on rats.
Got me feelin’ sorry that my pockets ain’t as fat.
Got me feelin’ drowsy from their ****** blunt wraps.
While I’m lost in the maze of their ****** thirst traps.
Workin’ for these grams, ******* never sweat for that.
City never sleeps, I’m in third place runnin’ laps.
I’m in second place dodgin’ crap.
But in first place checkin’ facts.
Beefin’ with the homies, everyday I gotta pay.
Direct deposit streaming through, I gain my money no delay.
Cryin’ every night as I howl to the moon.
This fortune is my doom, buried treasure through the gloom.
Pleading at the sky, on my knees suckin’ for a pray.
I worry for my soul as my body ends to age.
Wishing up above I don’t be buried in that grave.
Toss me in the ocean, so I can float the pain away.
Visions of the child spitting whispers to the globe.
My vision in-denial took my feelings out of tone.
So I tiptoe through the woods until I reach another world.
To drown away my sorrow in a bathtub full of gold.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
"Man, I can't stand the people who just panhandle and heckle the passersby. It's not their job to support your lifestyle and/or habits! I had one friend who was just harassing people; hey man, leave them the **** alone! I just wanted to punch him in the ******* face. Get a job, ya *** Trim some **** or some ****
"Heh, yeah.. people can be obtrusive about some things.. I still like to try to help if I can; I mean, we're all in this together."
"I don't want your ******* money! Well, I mean, I have a job; I could go over to that ATM and take my money out and spend it.. .but why the **** would I want to? I only say that 'cause some ************* **** me off. Support yourself, like the rest of the Natural World, you selfish *****
"Well, I'd feel better with my cash in hand than in some bank owned by some greedy, shifty, slick, loophole-fucking *************
"Wait a second, boy, do you paint your fingernails?"
"..Yes."
"Are you heterosexual?"
"... yes."
"Okay, just checkin'. I'm just curious. I don't care what you do with your **** as long as you're responsible and don't **** with well-meaning girls' hearts and **** We got too many diseased and pregnant ************* People deserve better than that stupid **** Some of 'em like being treated like objects, though. Them's the filthy'ns."
"Ookay.. thanks for the advice. I'm going to be on my way now. Have a great day."
"Alright. Don't be an ******* to anyone until they show that they deserve it! Be a ******* Person to other ******* People, you know what I mean, boy?"
"Yep, I sure do. It's been an experience; good morning."
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
Standin' in a car garage
and a bearded guy is checkin the civ.
But I cant help but be glad
Cause its Groundhogs Day
The day that finally came
its come before and every year
leaves me with more questions than answers.
Its that shadow and all its mystery
With just a glimpse
were stuck in snow,
and that **** ****** saw it.
Sike its not even a ******
really, a man in a groundhog body.
A warrior,
poet,
and prophet
all wrapped in a bundle of fur
and a tail on his ****
Punxsutawney Phil is my hero.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
I Stand firmly with my hands relaxed cause the kid looking down on me just cant FADE me.
His eyes smirk with disdain as he rubs against the grain but my years in the realm keep my hands firm at the helm just smirk him right back and now he's feeling wack cause I slipped his attack and the punk can't fade me.
See...my body is tough and conditioned. Swift still powerfull and lithe.
Six decades see I aint ***** made ....still cool as the shade and makin the grade...I moved in and stayed...aint shaky and the kids cant fade me.
Payed those dues early and often.....not boasting. Just love confounding young ducklings snotty lil fucklings.
My mind is quick I pay my dues...use it or lose it...no aint bout to dodder become cannon fodder for rooks with no stripes... talk that **** if I have to.
Walk that **** too.
Blessed and respectfull.
Man I love checkin chickens who get it wrong.My body is my carriage my spirit an amalgam of knowlege and physicality.
They try to cubby hole.This old dude dont fit mold.
Kick your *** and get witty. Aint fresh of no *****
They shake their heads or feign disdain g
But again and again they misread. Down for the de de.
Aint no play pretty.Energiser bunny. You cant fade me punk.I might spank your *** like your uncle.....Nephew.
Your hands cant hit what your eyes cant see.
You cant chump me off play me no dozens. I aint old cause I'm lucky. Plucky.
Every dog has his day and one day the magic will end ask Houdini ..... ..... but till then my young friends,this old man's gonna play nick nack on your **** And ya don't stop and ya don't quit. FEEL ME ? Cause ya caint fade me.....Yet.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Checkin on my stew,
its stewin.
Checkin my casio watch,
its tickin.
Only acouple horas to go,
my excitement will burst and billow like snoww
because nights like tonight don't happen often.
Once a week.
Its Thursday eve *******
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
This lobotomy turns out to be not such a shock to me after all, I fall and I rise, sleep in my eyes, but the days work is done even though a new day has begun. This lobotomy, this excuse for me is going home — travelling to Stratford, London Borough of Newham from Tottenham Court Road London Underground Station.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
*I have to be honest.
There was a time when I wondered what would become of you
Call it a sign but it’s harder to see your point of view
Wanted to know how somebody could be so cold
A woman who pays no mind sayin’ friendship is gettin’ old
Elder abuse to social interactions
And even without excuses it’s harder to see the usage
Of minutes I spent on textin’ her, mind you the reason
I’m doin’ it cause I want to while thinkin’ that I was testin’ her
But ultimately I started to know her character
Havin’ respect without knowin’ what to expect
Independence rooted in spirit, harder to scrape the fibre
Hopin’ not to admit that she’s beautiful, run it by her
The conversations we’re havin’, I’m lookin’ forward to them
I’m always checkin’ on her, I wonder why
But I’m guessin’ she thinks I’m smitten too, she might be onto somethin’
Amazin’ features, I’m thinkin’ up quite a song from nothin’
Beautiful name and I always stop to admire it
Guard her attention from lesser men who desire it
I need to know my place, happy to read what she types
Nobody’s type, yet expression of envy on my face
Force to be reckoned with, aimin' for that perfection
And I’m takin’ a second displayin’ my full affection
By writin’ this little lyrical letter, I’m feelin’ better now
I've made her curious, startin’ to feel the pressure now
A livin’ Princess in love with god’s creatures
And compared to many she suffers from odd features
But not to me cause I’m lookin’ past all the layers
Messagin’ late at night and we’re callin’ each other later
I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way
A great companion cause friendship is for another day
I’m not the type to disappear if there’s no interest
Happy to tell you - I promise that I am here to stay.*
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
She was always saught after
by the other guys,
with her long, dark hair
and beautifully dark eyes
They were always checkin' out
her wide hips and lean thighs
Everything about her body
was just at that right size,
but, to her life,
all those guys were inferior
All they cared about
was checkin' out her exterior,
but I became superior
by checkin' out her interior
Once I saw how she was
I had no more fear of her
Once I got into her brain
I saw a personality
She was smart, funny, polite,
full of originality
Not long after that
we became good friends,
but every chance that I got
the rules I would bend
I had strong feelings for her,
but did she have the same for me?
Was I even prepared
for the pain she could bring?
I'll never know
because I'm too shy to ask,
but I'm happy being her friend
for as long as it'll last
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Old school rhymes burning rubber
On top of dimes
Givin back loose change.
Talkin **** is a grade school prereq.
Till hard knocks U.
slaps yer palm with a diploma
And a Chin Check.
Mommy and Daddy cant
Intervene.
Chin checkin
Just wrecking egos and
Dreams
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
The city sleep but
im still awake
runnin through my mind
not a canidate
you're the president
i don't want you there
But you resinate
Remember when
You were cryin on my bed
cause i caused you pain
The fact that you still loved me
Is so insane
But
one too many times you
felt this way
even after all this time i'm
still ashamed
wish i could explain
~
Yeah
you were layin on my chest
it was pourin rain
you told me that you loved me
got me shivering
Years flew by still
i felt your butterflies
so down on one knee
swear to god i almost cried
~
Swear to god i almost died
~(64)
Swear you're still my pride
swear you're still my bride
swear i always loved you
Bed's colder on your side
swear if i could change the past
get back to better times
i would leave before it started
cause our future is a crime
our future is a crime
our future is a crime
the way that you once loved me
still playing in my mind
this mental penitentary
stuck me in a bind
Struggle every day just to
keep myself in line
Or keep myself in check
checkin out a bottle boutta
stuff it down my neck
checkin out a model
just like all of my regrets
can't see what's right in front of me
looking at what's next
Greener on the other side
learn to be content
livin in regret
livin aint the best
Dont be mistaken
i aint suicidal yet
just miss my baby girl
Still better than the rest
Live in the day boy
don't live for tomarrow
Love what you have
don't forget it's all borrowed
The past is the past
and the future's tomarrow
All you have is today
won't you put down your sorrow
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
No more coke and hennessy
I'm just sippin on this mai tai
Chillin wit my girls
I'm checkin out this fly guy
He's workin up his nerve
But baby boy is so shy
Hold up here he comes
And **** girl he's so fine
Yep we're goin home now
Just him and I, he's all mine
I can't wait ta be alone now
He's got me feelin so high
And ya know it took him no time
Before he had me screamin "Oh My..."
He's tha best I eva had
And ya know this mama don't lie
He said he likes it rough
And yes ya know I do bite
Talk ***** to me daddy
And we'll keep this goin all night
This kittys been on lockdown
And her **** is feelin so tight
He's so smooth when he licks his lips
This **** has got me so right
Out tha door before I fall for him
And afta this ya know I just might
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
So many ******* want they hand
In the cookie lookin' afar
I see my enemies creepin'
Line em up like pawns spawnin'
guns loose tap that *** now ya brains loose
Marinatin' in the concrete pavement
No sentiment
From me or apologies entice misery
For those who ain't down with me
Did my wars two by myself don't need no help
I do bad on my own time
**** checkin' the rhyme I'm droppin' dimes
Knowledge over fame don't act strange
***** ****** all act the same
Wither it be male or female
fools be actin" It aint hard to tell
caught between heaven and hell
Doing time cursed on earth lookin' at my clockwork what a beautiful perk
And how long will my reign last?
When they come blast my *** puff Puff pass
I stay smokin' hash leave my bullets on the steering wheel dash
Check how my gun blast !!
(Boo yoooo)
Trappin' enemies before they get a chance to see me
Burned eternally god bless the dead
Souls that had depart early
Can't help if I'm caught in a violent flurry
Two fools in one night ****** lurkin"
On every sight
Deaths lookin' for pleasure
But a niggihs under pressurea nigguhs heard it wrong
I'm reincarnation of Don Coreolone
Fools still singing the same song
Over and over better find Jehovah
My straps swift as a Cobra
Drunk as a skunk hardly ever sober
Bust at everybody no remorse
Tears of a clown I always frown
**** smilin' I be wildin' hot stylin'
The perfection of a flawless ******
And there I was
Lookin'at a double imagery man in the mirror
Enticin' terror this ain't a new era
Times is bad so we all had
Nothing so had to bust something
I see my homies coming
Techs is humming I'm running and grunting
Lookin' for a safe haven I learn from the maven
Keep three steps ahead of one
Laws of power enemies get devoured now I showered
My GATS now death reigning
Things remain the same
Ain't a God **** thang changed
Eye for eye
Now buried under pressureeeeee
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
Get a clue,
I wanna get with you,
I have a strong intuition,
that you are feeling the
same way too, but
you won't step to me,
however, I won't front,
do you wanna get with me,
or I'm not what you want???
I see you checkin,
trying to scope me out,
I got you at full attention,
trying to see what
I am all about, but
Now that, I GOTS YOU, and
It's clear and plain to see,
You're hesitant about approaching,
So, What's it gonna be???
You know that, I SEE YOU!! and
all of your clever ways,
Your swag and your demeanor,
have me hooked on you for days,
So, Instead of me just sitting here,
feeling all sad and all blue,
Are you feeling what I'm feeling???
I'd just wished that you'd get a clue
B.R.
Date: 3/28/2025
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 11:03 PM UTC
Poet, can I reliably conclude that things are good, since you have stopped (estoppel) writing poetry?
~for her, whose muse has fled, but not to Canada, one more last time!~
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a writers block of a two-step dancing duration,
we stumble on her green light status,
she’s alive, she’s up in Canada, so
do the obligatory checkin in, checking out
and that It occurs my next question is
a superlative poem title challenge for
the lady with the eyebrow extensions,
and other ways she found to make me laugh
so for her, for me, and perhaps for you,
I commission myself with a task, knowing
not where this will demise eventually
***can I reliably conclude that things are good,
since you have stopped writing poetry?***
which is a ****** self-mockery cause my dopamine
levels are ***** high when Mercury is yet in
retrograde, my serotonin is sinkhole sinking
in anticipation of Saturn’s Return returning,
the solstice just passed by, my full moon
phase is super glue stuck in the fourth
house of/if the rising sun
if things ain’t ***** why write?
is its therapeutic healing power aside,
maybe, baby, one, or two, can one, reliably
conclude that things are good, now that
you have stooped to estop
writing your poetry?*
God I hope so otherwise I’ve embarrassed myself,
wisely forgot to dedicate this you-inspired-silliness
(by name, gender, bio markers, tribal incantation)
with a serious undertone, and
a writ of estoppel attached,
but you know already this
ones just for you,
and your many
toddler children
to whom you
attend to daily,
as they draw
strength from
sun and rain,
dark soil and
you.
natty
p.s. always use your turning signals
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
by ab
Checkin' on my ******* in the back
they’ve been flippin' on the side
How to go with the flow
Don't even know where it at
that’s fine
when we got the front porch
lookin like a couple dorks
peach pit in the palm of my hand
in hand in hand of another man
understand
never in my right mind
always had a feeling i would get left behind
At the edge of my seat
When i cant can’t stand the heat
Ill be ******* inside of the kitchen
And if you’ve been taken a listen
You know me no different
I spy I spy
I spy some corny guy
Caught the feels in a butterfly net
Wanna play birds and bees I bet
Want me on my kness I bet
Want to plant that seed I bet
Think I need to be reset
Is there something better yet
Feathers in my ribcage
Burning all the good sage
Think I would have been over this phrase
So what if I let you come and stay
Turns to nothing Anyway
What's the point roll this joint
Trouble hands we will anoint
Lavender wrist I do insist
Tell me you wouldnt even wanna slice of this
If you break my wrist you get my fist
I can get real busy for a pacifist
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Everyone's getting drunk
I'm getting sick of it
Calling each other
@ so n so
Like they really gettin used to it
I could talk about my heart
But I've already been through all this
Who's really gonna listen to a girl
Who's souls’ been through the worst of ****
& what's worse is, yet
Have I spoken on how bad it's been
Learned to keep my distance, even from my closest kin
Demeanor’s embedded, loyalty nothing like you expected
Raised myself, all alone, I never been big on affection
I’m never comfortable in a room unless I can see all the exits
Grandfather told me young, being misunderstood was a blessing.
If you’re pretty, now you’re dumb, & they don’t even expect it..
When they start talkin reckless make sure that you’re checkin
Who not sayin much, and who just walked into confession
The realest ones won’t ever speak in new presence
the weakest of minds go the hardest when flexing
When u listen long enough, they repeat the same sentence
No luck with trust, the word alone ****** stress me
If mom came home we called is a blessing
Father was African, that was our only connection
Life was never easy, even with a privileged complexion
We tried to raise eachother but they gave us no direction
Now our mindset stuck on nothing
But money ******* and clubing
And if a sacrifice could save us
Then why did **** get this way since Jesus?
I can't even trust in any preachers
God give me a sign cause I need you
I've been walk towards the light
But it's hard not to trip
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC