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"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.
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Measure
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
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
Pulling, curling , swirling ...
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
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
Natural upheaval
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?
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
Question #2
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
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Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
Decaf
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.
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
How Often
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..
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
unknown(part-I)
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.
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
Freedom
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
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
Pulling, curling , swirling ...
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
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
You know
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.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Perfect Intrusion
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
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
My own demons
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
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
Hopeful