"contol" poems
As the heart weeps I strugle
as the years pass and space moves
I wonder how the Earth and I will die
my mind can not control and I do not wish it to
but forcing notice and loyalty into my sole is one
one of many things I can not stop
I can not contol and I shall not whisper
as in the night my heart will linger
the skys will close and stars will fire
but our hearts will surely die
as I age the Earth ages with me
and as blood starts to slow and muscles disapear
the world I live, time is almost here.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
A casual kiss to clear the mess
Lips tracing your face N ya neck
slowing down as I near ya breast
It has you arching ya back
And relaxing ya chest
Inch by inch gets More tense ,
Creating Moments with less stress
Against your throbbing ***** I'll press
Touching it gently with all my breaths
Never letting you know my next move, Like it's chess
Hair pulling. Toes curling. And tounge swirling
Relaxing and zoned out. Can't contol yourself. So u moan loud
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
A few ways exist
Where green growth
can destroy what was
If large tree grows near
Cutting it down will ..
Definitely do what it does
But the shattering thump
When that plan is used is...
Ow! we ended up with trump
And a beautiful tree now dead
When we randomly destroy
There's no correcting a path
There's just all in ..no fold
Or with neglect what was
Can be insidiously done in
By the green growth of mold
But go ahead and lump all
Together left and right as 1
Not seeking any offshoots
Because the best method
To contol the destruction
Sit in shade , encourage growth guiding the offshoot
To become those mighty roots
That's how you save the tree ,stay cool , deny the insidious parasites growth
And then .....you can
with strong roots and decent Foundation have a stable structure
and ...
something to build on.
Or you can just burn it all down
letting Anarchy prevail
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
I have a question? What do you see when you look at me?
A man, ***** hair, that I'm black,my croocked smile Or my poetry?
I see ,when i look upon others, an empty room ,A new plain of existence just for us two.
I say room because of the mental constructs that are divisions
Race
Nationality
Class
Religion
Its not I'm me and you are you
It should be we,banded together just to get through,
Our lives.
We differ by so little,
Why we make the small contol us is a riddle.
I have a question why do so few know of the moors?
we don't know ourselves that's why we feel we need more and more.
Why is it when we try and impress others we are frantic,
But when I am proud of my history I'm afrocentric?
I'm not pro any race unless you are talking the human race but even if thats the case the problem we face is that we feel like we are in a better place then those who live on the same plain,same world, same pace.
The animals the plants we all come from the same soil and look how we've been spoiled with abundance but that does not warrent our decadence.
We have to destroy these edifice
Errected using false truthes, fear, blood and sacrifice.
Why is so much hidden
Why is the topic of civilized color forbidden?
Why do you have to be better?
Who are you trying to be better than?
Where is the quantified data?
Why can't we just be human?
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
Foam cup, remote control
Foam heart, recycle me
Please
Trash it, bag it
Fill me to the top
She drank my heart
She ate her feelings
One foam cup of decaf, black
My entire life has changed
Gain my contol back
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
How often?
Are you gonna keep defending him?
When it's him giving you blackeyes and broken noses.
You can't keep blaming it on walking into cabinets.
Let alone a door.
How often?
Are you gonna be afraid?
That anything you say.
Just might tick him off.
A insecure man seeks this control.
Maybe because he has none at all.
So telling you when to speak.
When to walk or simply to move.
Give him this false sense of worthy.
That without him.
You can't accomplish too much.
So, how often?
Are you gonna tolerate this crime?
In truth.
You can't really hide.
We see people trying this.
And seems to end up dying.
Many men to this day is serving time.
For which they should.
No one should contol another.
So make a decision about yourself.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
Dark atmosphere all around,
Fingers tremble as I touch the ground,
Head bent forward,
Knees sunken deep,
Under the bed of sound sleep,
Can't sleep,
Or won't sleep,
'Cause I know there's something bleak,
Across the pillows,
I see shadows more,
To my surprise there were even more,
Up went my fears
and down, my strength,
To help there was only a chair,
With cushions,
And someone sitting there,
someone,something,
'Cause I couldn't see,
My eyes were red
And my heart went weak,
Up above sat the soul of the devil,
And I couldn't contol the rebel,
Fables heard,
stories listened,
but this what you're reading
Might be scary,
'Cause my spirit went dead,
As I lay on my bed,
Yes it's true,
I was Possesed..
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
Once again we're held captives in our homes,
Our terrains filled with bodies of our beloved,
Shrieks,cries, gunshots and explosions have become music to our ears without a choice.
The one thing we can contol is the moment cause the future lies in the hand of the next bullet
Our hearts are racing,adrenaline at its peak!If we let this moment of triumph slip away then we're captives for life.Our unborn children don't deserve this,if we must fight ,we do it now.
For our freedom we fight,for our rights we stand,together we would end this and be free as air.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
A casual kiss to clear the mess
Lips tracing your face N ya neck
slowing down as I near ya breast
It has you arching ya back
And relaxing ya chest
Inch by inch gets More tense ,
Creating Moments with less stress
Against your throbbing ***** I'll press
Touching it gently with all my breaths
Never letting you know my next move, Like it's chess
Hair pulling. Toes curling. And tounge swirling
Relaxing and zoned out. Can't contol yourself. So u moan loud
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
You have such wicked contol
Over everything
Always
Ignore me
Forget me
Use me
Who cares right?
Once needed,
A smile
A **** promise I’ll believe anyways
I’ll bend over backwards
Do as you wish
Just so you can walk again
I’m stuck
Trapped
I can’t move
Breathe
or escape
And worst of all
You know
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
You were every fantasy I imagined
Inside my head, perfect intrusion
Don't want to lose these childish hopes
Can't hold a man who's an illusion.
Let me sleep, be at peace
Worry will come when I wake
Contol over urges is weak at best
Drawn to the people who bring me heartache.
Of the dreams I've sacrificed
The hardest to lose is the future we planned
Promised myself I'd mature and grow
Reasons took time to understand.
What happened to nightly conversations?
Once was my favorite part of each day
My heart torn in two directions
I foresee danger either way.
How do I choose which way to head?
Stuck thoughts which cost me sleep
Try to stop them with mental blocks
Over the hurdles hours leap.
Feels like you're always lurking in the shadows
Where your memory burns like fire
In false promises identity is revealed
Lost in a maze of sweet desire.
The human in front of me
Does not match the image in my mind
Seems you've grown roots hidden in my brain
Not as simple as it sounds to leave you behind.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Inside me there is a evil that grows when my anger grows i lose contol and go insaine.
Lets play a game a game of ******* up peoples minds
The demons will play so will i agame you will never beable to survive
On my body my mind will scream for how may weeks i havent slept
Night go by awake all night with nothing but the engery of life
Your regrets are real its time let the demons escape into reality letting the ugly side of you terrize the life you chose to live
My pure heart is what has kept me alive no evil could break my pure heart the leads and guides me threw the gates of living hell
Lets play a game a game of twisted minds will you dare to play the game of twistdd minds unleashing your evils ugly side out
I thing you should you will purify your own self and let your wounds heal
Will you like to play my game and see what will arrive
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
You’ve given me hope
Not in the sense I imagined
But none the less
I feel a sense of calm
Burning in my mind
Taking contol
Taking me away from myself
You give me hope
Your given me dreams
I know what I desire
I know what my heart says is true
You’ve shown me your light
You’ve shown me my life
I brought my own emotions out of my head
I can tell what I want
I know what I need
It’s not what I imagined but it’s here
The answer lies in the next step of our lives
And yet at the start
Keeping me glued together
Yet pulled apart
Why do I feel this way
Oh help me through this hell
You have brought me heaven
I am whole alone yet still broken without the pieces of my brain
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC