"chilla" poems
(Release Me!)
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I'm the illa Killa Vanilla Consilla
Know That
I be the dope deala and deli meat Grrrrilla
like a Mystical street Thrilla
The Miracle Manzilla
A Mothra villian Chilla
If you rashin like pencil scratchin
for tongue tappin I cure like
penicillin the Wolf and Ben Stiller
I'm a hot steel on flesh wound heala!
(sssiizzzzle)
(Bang Bang)
Wake up to phone ringing
I'm head slinging
cloth stacking on a body
I'm sleep lacking
stay on track AND
(click clack)
My engine blows steam to
organize the regime
*** when I'm working
and writing
I am typing
and crying
*** this Job is dying me colors
like slashing my back and
(click clack)
They beast master and calls stack
I get my slack
between breaks and phone clack
and back track
to where the last ink slapped paper
and draw back from vapors
that ventilate out my ears
like kids caper through streets
with Halloween treats
I'm riding rails
like open sails
like blowing gales
it's raining hail
I'm screaming Hell
In this cube E Cell
(Toot Toooot)
My grey matter is burning
My soul coal is churning
like a witch on stick burning
(Crackle Pop Snap)
Release
(To get Back)
I Master peace
cause my mind's eyes flying
the call cue is dying my fingers fly
no longer trying
to typecast
I drive fast
then Breakfast
for den her
Then
(sshhhhhhh)
The universal remote
is on mute
transcending this dome
my transcendental home
It's my cue
To slip into
the zone
I sip a bit of foam
my cup of coco from
thus releasing my thoughts with YuuHmm
(slurp slurp)
I think for others Daily
Rarely given space or time or Air We
All must trust the Wind gust of
dust and skin gone so scaly
Yet I slither as slow as snails to my home
for me in my dome
to slip into the zone
I sip a bit of foam
from my cup of coco
thus releasing me with an
(Ohm)
of work for others Daily
Rarely given time or space or air WE
all must trust the Wind gusts of dust
and skin gone scaly
So we slither as slow as snails
to a home
for me
deep in my dome
sipping on the zone
bit off coco cup foam
slow snails slip
(Ohm....)
I master peace
Wind
(Release!)
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Is ghar ki pari **
Sabke dil me sukun **
Char kadam chalti Tu
Fir gir jati **
Kabhi darwaje ke biche
To kabhi zameen ko bister bana leti **
Khud masti kar
Fir chilla chilla kar shor machati **
Ye oo ko lo mo to ta ta naa baa
Kya kya bol kar sabko
Urdu sikhati **
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
Contento estoy con este cuarto humilde
de ventana a la calle y puerta al patio.
Acabo de almorzar, en él me encierro
Y en su cama me tiro largo a largo.
El campo duerme y hay silencio en casa,
tal vez chilla un molino o canta un gallo.
Mi cuarto fresco está y envuelto en sombras,
dejo tan sólo entrar un débil rayo.
Doblo la almohada, mi costumbre vieja,
echo mano al estante, un libro bajo:
Berceo, o Ruiz, o Rojas, o Cervantes,
fluyen, para mí solo, largo rato.
Cáeseme el libro, descabezo un sueño,
se abre una puerta, suenan unos pasos,
y una mujer morena se aparece
con un mate dorado en una mano.
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