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The only proper way to be a conversationalist is to convince yourself that you’re boring. If you can strip back the hard shell of the ego, and look down on yourself from the eyes of an apathetic God, you will likely (and hopefully) see just how boring you really are. It isn’t a sin to be boring, in fact there are many advantages to honest self-depreciation. The main advantage, is the way you approach a conversation. “Interesting” people find it difficult to silence the affected score-keeper that dominates their internal dialogue and ruins any chance of an honest and engaged conversation. It is the voice that reminds you to show interest with your body language, and keep a dumb happy gaze laser pointed into their eyes. This dialogue is obsessed with authenticity and genuine conversation, and therefore a natural sociopath. Luckily, you are the stunning definition of boredom, an extracted dictionary cut-out of un-interesting, and nobody could possibly give a rats-ass what you have to think—least of all the Voice that controls the inner-dialogue. That Voice has packed it up to find a more interesting vessel…maybe the person standing across from you in conversation. 
 Because you are so boring, and they are the Oxford personification of intellect and fascination, you should pay careful attention to what they say—no time to worry about how they’re perceiving your reaction to whatever it is they’re saying. You are too busy to notice what sort of body language you may or may not be using to validate their half of the conversation. Instead, your time is spent carefully hanging on their every word, digesting it and projecting the whole bit into a colourful scene in your imagination. Instead, you’re too lost in the excitement of their infinitely more interesting life and impossible wealth of knowledge offered to you with each word that they speak. Instead, you are actually listening to the words that come out of their mouth and not the ones that speak to you from the inside of your own mind. This is what it means to be in conversation. This was the point of our social nature. And in a world of needy social-media junkies grabbing at the cuffs of potential ‘followers’ and ‘likes’ and trendy passer-by’s, the last thing anyone needs is the high-pitched whine of another “interesting” millennial. Lucky for you, you boring sack of yawning sloths, that you aren’t interesting too.
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
The Optimists Guide to Conversationalism:
The only proper way to be a conversationalist is to convince yourself that you’re boring. If you can strip back the hard shell of the ego, and look down on yourself from the eyes of an apathetic God, you will likely (and hopefully) see just how boring you really are. It isn’t a sin to be boring, in fact there are many advantages to honest self-depreciation. The main advantage, is the way you approach a conversation. “Interesting” people find it difficult to silence the affected score-keeper that dominates their internal dialogue and ruins any chance of an honest and engaged conversation. It is the voice that reminds you to show interest with your body language, and keep a dumb happy gaze laser pointed into their eyes. This dialogue is obsessed with authenticity and genuine conversation, and therefore a natural sociopath. Luckily, you are the stunning definition of boredom, an extracted dictionary cut-out of un-interesting, and nobody could possibly give a rats-ass what you have to think—least of all the Voice that controls the inner-dialogue. That Voice has packed it up to find a more interesting vessel…maybe the person standing across from you in conversation. 
 Because you are so boring, and they are the Oxford personification of intellect and fascination, you should pay careful attention to what they say—no time to worry about how they’re perceiving your reaction to whatever it is they’re saying. You are too busy to notice what sort of body language you may or may not be using to validate their half of the conversation. Instead, your time is spent carefully hanging on their every word, digesting it and projecting the whole bit into a colourful scene in your imagination. Instead, you’re too lost in the excitement of their infinitely more interesting life and impossible wealth of knowledge offered to you with each word that they speak. Instead, you are actually listening to the words that come out of their mouth and not the ones that speak to you from the inside of your own mind. This is what it means to be in conversation. This was the point of our social nature. And in a world of needy social-media junkies grabbing at the cuffs of potential ‘followers’ and ‘likes’ and trendy passer-by’s, the last thing anyone needs is the high-pitched whine of another “interesting” millennial. Lucky for you, you boring sack of yawning sloths, that you aren’t interesting too.
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You always looked good in dark suits with golden buttons on your cuff. Those were always a nice touch, to stand side your perfect figurine. You were everything I once wanted. But now, you really aren't. I see the rushing of the real truths of you, swell into your own hands, dropping a ball, losing your own special touch of sportsmanship with not much of a fuss. You're letting yourself lose the game. Just letting ***** of truth squirt out through your veins. You're losing your grip right out from your own polished finger tips and dripping red of blood. You constantly try to pull white handkerchiefs of innocence from the wrists of your cuffs. But, those handkerchiefs are all just red... Don't try and gamble a bad hand if you can't keep up. You never could keep a good bluff.
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
Red handkerchiefs
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great heart purr. From her lips ampersands and percent signs Exit like kisses. It is Monday in her mind: morals Launder and present themselves. What am I to make of these contradictions? I wear white cuffs, I bow. Is this love then, this red material Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly? It will make little dresses and coats, It will cover a dynasty. How her body opens and shuts -- A Swiss watch, jeweled in the hinges! O heart, such disorganization! The stars are flashing like terrible numerals. ABC, her eyelids say.
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An Appearance
We, the voice of the most oppressed, Work in the profession remaining the most humble, Throughout histories, as slaves our lives still remain tumble, With our strangled necks, we are deliberately suppressed For the centuries, our voices remain unheard, Like a weeping fish at the sea, We are treated zombies at the rush of a blood, Collecting by hand, the human society’s poops & pea Things for us got intensely worse, We work as a group with an isolated curse, For our livelihood, go into manholes as bare-bodies Mostly get out as dead-bodies From pathology to oncology, We are treated untouchables, even by the modern technology We are the oxygen-offering trees that remain green Hurting ourselves, collecting excreta making this world neat &clean With our hand-cuffs we shout and fight, Rulers remain drunken-deafs to our plight, Hell with your knowledge, to those who go to college And keep pushing us to the drainage, We remain living dead and frustrated, to get our right When asked about work, we remain dumb and blind, Fearing the responses to our ***** revelations, Because humans are unemphathetic and unkind To get our life some elevations. Our mind said us “Please think! Please Think!” When we revolt not to work, societies stink, We warn, Witness your locality ***** To our sufferings, if you keep blank & empty. We are a collective voice, Representing inhuman humanity, That keeps the society on a poise, So raise your voice, with a clarity of choice To get us work with the utmost dignity!
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
A Deadly cry of a manual scavenger
We, the voice of the most oppressed, Work in the profession remaining the most humble, Throughout histories, as slaves our lives still remain tumble, With our strangled necks, we are deliberately suppressed For the centuries, our voices remain unheard, Like a weeping fish at the sea, We are treated zombies at the rush of a blood, Collecting by hand, the human society’s poops & pea Things for us got intensely worse, We work as a group with an isolated curse, For our livelihood, go into manholes as bare-bodies Mostly get out as dead-bodies From pathology to oncology, We are treated untouchables, even by the modern technology We are the oxygen-offering trees that remain green Hurting ourselves, collecting excreta making this world neat &clean With our hand-cuffs we shout and fight, Rulers remain drunken-deafs to our plight, Hell with your knowledge, to those who go to college And keep pushing us to the drainage, We remain living dead and frustrated, to get our right When asked about work, we remain dumb and blind, Fearing the responses to our ***** revelations, Because humans are unemphathetic and unkind To get our life some elevations. Our mind said us “Please think! Please Think!” When we revolt not to work, societies stink, We warn, Witness your locality ***** To our sufferings, if you keep blank & empty. We are a collective voice, Representing inhuman humanity, That keeps the society on a poise, So raise your voice, with a clarity of choice To get us work with the utmost dignity!
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You choose to ask me about me, you choose to want to know me. You speak words out my vocabulary! You speak of your world so fine. You lure me into your mind. You try speak the truth while talking lies. You tell me about beauty and brains combined. You tell me I look fine and my poetry is in line. You tell me you'd want to know if I'm woman enough. If I can really play tough with whips and cuffs! I ask you how? Cause this is my body? What more can a woman define being a woman? I then realise the misconception. Try give you direction, but your minds path is too narrow, filled with ***** ***** and lubes! Reluctant to teach a head with no backbone, I smile:) you then begin again. You tell me that that smile you have, is worth a million rands, you tell me my curves don't lie, that could handle me right? you tell me about the bed, the floor, the kitchen counter, you define me by how many rounds I can encounter! This is my body..how dare you try you undress me? How dare you define my womanhood out of desperate needs? You terminate my soul and don't bother to ask more. You say thanx like I did a good job. For watering your ego and moaning your insecurities away. Respect my body sir. Then ill Salute you.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
Respect my body
What is ..... with ...... All this ... " ATTITUDE " ... ?!?    It seems ... The ... " In Thing " ... to simply be ... " Rude " ... !?! ...      People in ... " The World " ... are now .... So Crude .... !!!!!!!    Girls now walk streets ... with arses ... in view ...      " Prostitution's " ... RIFE ...   But this ... " Isn't New " ... !!!!!!    So .... If you have ... " A Bad Attitude " ... !!! ... May I ask ... " What's wrong with you ? " ...    Do you feel ... " Misled " ... ??? Are you feeling ... " Upset " ... ???    Do you feel that your life ... ? is just a .... " Pretence " .... ?    Do you feel as if ... ? You'd be ... Better off ... DEAD ... !!!!!    Well ... if you do ... ? It's Not Just ... YOU ... !!!!!    But it's ... NOT COOL ... !!! to act the ... " Fool " ...   and live your life ... with .... ATTITUDE .... !!!!!    If life's ... " So Rough " ... and you wanna ... " Act Tough " ...      Get in ... THE RING ... !!!!! Try on ... some gloves ...   and if it ... " Suits " ... Make WAR ... NOT Love ... !!!    I riSE ... abOVE ... This ... " Attitude Stuff " ...      But ... " Many suggest " ... I'm ... " Billy Goat gruff " ...      This ain't ... " Call My Bluff " ... !!!!!    But I guess it's cos' ... ??? I'm NOT ... " White Enough " ...   to be .... " So Cool " .... and ... NOT ... Wear Cuffs ...      Presumption can make ... ??? People give ... ATTITUDE ... !!!    So ..... Don't just ... " Assume " ... cos this might be ... ? Your ... LAST MISTAKE ... !!!!    " Attitude " ... that arises ... because of ... " Assumption " ... can leave men with ... " Truncheon " ... Without their ... Heart Function ... !!!    cos' Attitude ... quelled ... will then reach ... COMBUSTION ... !!!!!    So ....    PLEASE ... Don't Assume ... when you enter ... " A Room " ...      Read this ... CLOSELY ... !!! cos' when you ... Assume ...    You just make an ... " *** " ... of ... Both You and Me ... !!! ...      Did you ...   Read it ... CLOSELY ... ???      Break that word into ... " Three " ...    *** ... " U " ... and then ... ME ...      Reminds me of a word ... Yes ... " That Word " ... His - story    Just look at ... News Stories ... and you ... Surely ... MUST SEE ... ?!?    Attitude's ... runnin" .... on streets ... TOO FREELY ... !!!!!      Even on terraces ... in Italy .... !?!    Inter ... or ... A.C.   which fans ... can it be ... ???    I'm told these fans ...   ... " Attitude " ... FRIGHTENS POLICE ..... !!!!!      So ..... When they're ... Supposed ... to use ... BRUTALITY ...      They'd rather not use it ... but ... bring it to ... " Me " ... ?!?    Kind of like people ... who do ... " Poetry " ...    From trying to act ... Like ... They Like ... what I read  ... !!! Until I write words ... That DISTURRRBBBB ... " Their Chi " ... !!!    Attitude ... ISN'T ME ... !!! Come on ... Don't You See ...    My name is ... " Big Virge " ... Friends call me ... " Big V " ...      But .... Unless i've told you ...    You'd better use ... VIRGIL ... !!!    Unless you are ready ... to fall at ... " That Hurdle " ...      This Isn't ... " The National " ... My Poetry's ... " Rational " ...      as are ... " My Thoughts " ... which ... CANNOT ... be bought ... !!!!!    So .... Ideas that you ... " Court " ... of ... Any such .... " Sort " ....      Take my advice .... it's time to ... ABORT ... !!!!! cos' ... Attitude's RIFE ... when my temper ... " Runs short " ... !!!!!    So .... maybe it's time .... ? to leave you ... " This Thought " ...  ???    Attitudes' ... Crude ... and is something for ... FOOLS ...   who think ... Being Rude ... is now ... The New ... " COOL " ... ?!?    Well ....   Check out ... This view ... !!!    You're NOT ... being cool ... !!! You're acting ... THE FOOL ... !!!    Now .... If you're a ... " Female " ... ?    PLEASE ... Refuse to use ...   This ... " Needless Abuse " ... !!!    But .... If you're a ... " Male " ... ?    Just be a ... " Cool Dude " ...   and just do ... " What's Right ... !!!    REMOVE ... !!!    ... " Attitude " ... !!!!!!
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
" Attitude " ... A Poem written by Big Virge 14/4/2005
What is ..... with ...... All this ... " ATTITUDE " ... ?!?    It seems ... The ... " In Thing " ... to simply be ... " Rude " ... !?! ...      People in ... " The World " ... are now .... So Crude .... !!!!!!!    Girls now walk streets ... with arses ... in view ...      " Prostitution's " ... RIFE ...   But this ... " Isn't New " ... !!!!!!    So .... If you have ... " A Bad Attitude " ... !!! ... May I ask ... " What's wrong with you ? " ...    Do you feel ... " Misled " ... ??? Are you feeling ... " Upset " ... ???    Do you feel that your life ... ? is just a .... " Pretence " .... ?    Do you feel as if ... ? You'd be ... Better off ... DEAD ... !!!!!    Well ... if you do ... ? It's Not Just ... YOU ... !!!!!    But it's ... NOT COOL ... !!! to act the ... " Fool " ...   and live your life ... with .... ATTITUDE .... !!!!!    If life's ... " So Rough " ... and you wanna ... " Act Tough " ...      Get in ... THE RING ... !!!!! Try on ... some gloves ...   and if it ... " Suits " ... Make WAR ... NOT Love ... !!!    I riSE ... abOVE ... This ... " Attitude Stuff " ...      But ... " Many suggest " ... I'm ... " Billy Goat gruff " ...      This ain't ... " Call My Bluff " ... !!!!!    But I guess it's cos' ... ??? I'm NOT ... " White Enough " ...   to be .... " So Cool " .... and ... NOT ... Wear Cuffs ...      Presumption can make ... ??? People give ... ATTITUDE ... !!!    So ..... Don't just ... " Assume " ... cos this might be ... ? Your ... LAST MISTAKE ... !!!!    " Attitude " ... that arises ... because of ... " Assumption " ... can leave men with ... " Truncheon " ... Without their ... Heart Function ... !!!    cos' Attitude ... quelled ... will then reach ... COMBUSTION ... !!!!!    So ....    PLEASE ... Don't Assume ... when you enter ... " A Room " ...      Read this ... CLOSELY ... !!! cos' when you ... Assume ...    You just make an ... " *** " ... of ... Both You and Me ... !!! ...      Did you ...   Read it ... CLOSELY ... ???      Break that word into ... " Three " ...    *** ... " U " ... and then ... ME ...      Reminds me of a word ... Yes ... " That Word " ... His - story    Just look at ... News Stories ... and you ... Surely ... MUST SEE ... ?!?    Attitude's ... runnin" .... on streets ... TOO FREELY ... !!!!!      Even on terraces ... in Italy .... !?!    Inter ... or ... A.C.   which fans ... can it be ... ???    I'm told these fans ...   ... " Attitude " ... FRIGHTENS POLICE ..... !!!!!      So ..... When they're ... Supposed ... to use ... BRUTALITY ...      They'd rather not use it ... but ... bring it to ... " Me " ... ?!?    Kind of like people ... who do ... " Poetry " ...    From trying to act ... Like ... They Like ... what I read  ... !!! Until I write words ... That DISTURRRBBBB ... " Their Chi " ... !!!    Attitude ... ISN'T ME ... !!! Come on ... Don't You See ...    My name is ... " Big Virge " ... Friends call me ... " Big V " ...      But .... Unless i've told you ...    You'd better use ... VIRGIL ... !!!    Unless you are ready ... to fall at ... " That Hurdle " ...      This Isn't ... " The National " ... My Poetry's ... " Rational " ...      as are ... " My Thoughts " ... which ... CANNOT ... be bought ... !!!!!    So .... Ideas that you ... " Court " ... of ... Any such .... " Sort " ....      Take my advice .... it's time to ... ABORT ... !!!!! cos' ... Attitude's RIFE ... when my temper ... " Runs short " ... !!!!!    So .... maybe it's time .... ? to leave you ... " This Thought " ...  ???    Attitudes' ... Crude ... and is something for ... FOOLS ...   who think ... Being Rude ... is now ... The New ... " COOL " ... ?!?    Well ....   Check out ... This view ... !!!    You're NOT ... being cool ... !!! You're acting ... THE FOOL ... !!!    Now .... If you're a ... " Female " ... ?    PLEASE ... Refuse to use ...   This ... " Needless Abuse " ... !!!    But .... If you're a ... " Male " ... ?    Just be a ... " Cool Dude " ...   and just do ... " What's Right ... !!!    REMOVE ... !!!    ... " Attitude " ... !!!!!!
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Put me in a chokehold and press my face into goose feather Pillows stained with mascara tears, acid rain rolling down translucent Cheeks glowing and painted with rouge the color of Fire hot in my heart and pumping to the furthest reaches of my Limbs bound and held captive by smooth black ropes leaving me Helpless to go against your will, I am at the mercy of games we Play rough and don't treat me like I'm fragile I'm not meant to Break down barriers and ascend stairs toward the gates of Heaven Is found in leather and lace, cuffs, safe words and Submission resonates with angel wings beating as drums
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Wings
Bound, wound, and tied up all tight With porcelain features, I drowned in her sight Dominant I control her, she submits to my needs I punish and tease her with preferences of sinful greed Bound, wound, and tied up all tight She lashes and thrashes but I control this fight Blindfolded and gagged, aroused from my touch Candle drips between her hips; she loves this so much Strapped to the bed with a fistful of her mane She enjoys pain and pleasure; I love this **** game Bound, wound, and tied up all tight My fledgling fun toy I command her tonight She moans with pleasures and screams when she’s bad Electricity attached, her fears makes me glad Vaginal to **** play, or no *** at all A new ******* kit arrives; I’m bouncing off the wall Bound, wound, and tied up all tight Under the bed restrains, ****** clamps, and leather cuffs in my sight She’s cuffed, restrained, clamped and all ready She needs me it feeds me and keeps me rock steady She gives me her all in suspended animation Together we are driven by a powerful lustful twisted sensation For Bound, wound, and tied up all tight You’re my favorite present, my fix, and my all through the night
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
A **** GAME
Freezing a glance Wind cuffs down-white heliums Sweeps contrails Separates cirrus across the moon Cresting wave tormented wind against steel movement in movement sprays of hair Blizzard of petals from the apple Furious snow drifts off—  garage roof   Fog that haunts the river on the coldest nights _____________ The walk across the alley took— so long— A lifetime from the doorway of someone else’s impatience Prints of motion record the loss a single set in snow But there! on the icy, shoveled surface of night lies the snowflake of a bird impossibly molted Song of a feather caught— Flailing! Helpless! More than lovely for its lying there! Lying there!
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
White Downy Feather on Black Ice (still life)
Rusty nail by rusty nail the floors come down. Floor by floor the old men of the old town slip away, and leave old shells like the stone bread of Pompey. We board these windows and bolt these doors and slate them in the young sun for the hungry cranes, but I return in the twilight of going home traffic when five o'clock lets loose blue collars to fumble through the ruined rooms of time gone by, I kick through our broken bricks. Their red dust stains my shoes and wears on my cuffs. A hopeless hearth, discarded news, a crippled doll with matted hair and I all share the crumbling of the day, but only I shall not remain come compline. Neither can I pack these walls with me. So this is adieu to former strongholds. To our old fidelity, adieu. It is not fit to go forth less than brave, for they built seven cities over Troy, seven worlds not knowing where they stood so long the first could not be said to be. The docks of Caesarea sleep in the sea, and tourists sit for lunch on the prone pillars of Jaffa.
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
Demolition Day
My New Found Fashion Trend You know I never really understood How they wear their pants that way Pull them down to their knees And walk around all day But they say it is the fashion It's a new trend I should try That underwear is very cool And catches peoples eyes So I decided I should try it I pulled my pants down way too far Then to show the world how hip I was I walked through Central Park All the children were excited I saw them point my way They even told their teacher But she made them look the other way Well then two cop's they came running I assumed to see my style I thought my trend was catching on But the cop's they didn't smile Those cops they'd start a new trend One I didnt like as much They put my hands behind my back And slapped on silver cuffs Now this jail cell seems so small With this big man next to me He says he'll be my best friend And that he likes just what he sees So glad to see the courtroom Filled with people from the streets But they say rethink your fashion trend If you're wearing a G-String Now the judge he was not happy But he did not give me time He said wear a G-String where you want No one can take that right You see the Judge he wore a G-String Underneath his long black robe He did not find me guilty So a free man I could go So I walked outside of the courtroom As a free man once again And became so very famous For my new found Fashion Trend Carl Joseph Roberts
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 4:55 AM UTC
My New Found Fashion Trend (LOL)
Chereè, Chereè...Her mommy cried and warned her to be careful, 3 months ago she left home for L.A in hopes for becoming a star. Five foot five, dark green eyes, skin complexion as a beige princess, at a pool party in the hills she met the producer to both whoms sparked interest. She had a voice of gold, a personality so bold, and he had the fill to her mold. So she thought, So she was told, Chereè was gullible a young 19 years old. She moved in with Jazzy, fell in love with him, and his savvy, way of making her feel so **** and strong. For three months he lead her on, head and *** every other night and she never recorded one song. Then he came to her and asking, "Baby do love me…Baby do you care." Thirty minutes after she finished her makeup and hair, they stared into each others eyes, he gave her a tender kiss as he caressed her thighs. "I love you girl, and I always will." As she strapped her heels, he uttered a comment about how love doesn't pay the bills. North Hollywood, for weeks the pay was good, until the night she climbed in the SUV. "What's your name sweetheart." "Whatever you want it to be." She hopped in the truck, and he had something tucked, he turned and flashed L.A.P.D. Just do me this one, and I'll let you go…and she prayed to just get back on the stroll. They went in the back seat, the ***** cop was a freak, he used his cuffs to tie up her hands and feet. She waited till he was weak, he came and then she beat, her elbows into his head and felt for the keys under the seat. He whipped out an 8 inch blade and slit her throat. He kept stabbing, and he ever choked her.....looked at the body, and rolled it over, took his cuffs and gave her a soft kiss on the shoulder, he wiped tears and blood from his face with her thong, because he told her……that'd he let her go. He dumped Chereè on the side of the road, and took off for his Beverly Hills home.………And her mother told her to be careful.
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
Careful
Chereè, Chereè...Her mommy cried and warned her to be careful, 3 months ago she left home for L.A in hopes for becoming a star. Five foot five, dark green eyes, skin complexion as a beige princess, at a pool party in the hills she met the producer to both whoms sparked interest. She had a voice of gold, a personality so bold, and he had the fill to her mold. So she thought, So she was told, Chereè was gullible a young 19 years old. She moved in with Jazzy, fell in love with him, and his savvy, way of making her feel so **** and strong. For three months he lead her on, head and *** every other night and she never recorded one song. Then he came to her and asking, "Baby do love me…Baby do you care." Thirty minutes after she finished her makeup and hair, they stared into each others eyes, he gave her a tender kiss as he caressed her thighs. "I love you girl, and I always will." As she strapped her heels, he uttered a comment about how love doesn't pay the bills. North Hollywood, for weeks the pay was good, until the night she climbed in the SUV. "What's your name sweetheart." "Whatever you want it to be." She hopped in the truck, and he had something tucked, he turned and flashed L.A.P.D. Just do me this one, and I'll let you go…and she prayed to just get back on the stroll. They went in the back seat, the ***** cop was a freak, he used his cuffs to tie up her hands and feet. She waited till he was weak, he came and then she beat, her elbows into his head and felt for the keys under the seat. He whipped out an 8 inch blade and slit her throat. He kept stabbing, and he ever choked her.....looked at the body, and rolled it over, took his cuffs and gave her a soft kiss on the shoulder, he wiped tears and blood from his face with her thong, because he told her……that'd he let her go. He dumped Chereè on the side of the road, and took off for his Beverly Hills home.………And her mother told her to be careful.
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Straight out of prison Wondering what I've been missing Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb A van load of hippies All from Mississippi Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on I'm here for adventure Well hop in then Mister Adventure is what we're all about Now where we're all going There's no way of knowing A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out We ended up in Disney Me and all of the hippies Where we had caboodles of fun We met Mickey and he saw it When I lifted his wallet Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run We split in different directions To throw off detection It's A Small World is where I made my mistake With that song stuck in my head It's a fate worse than death Prison now sounds like a wonderful place We rendezvoused in The Pirate's Of The Caribbean Where soon after, in came the law We all jumped from our boats Splashing around in the moat And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl We soon made our escape Out of exit door 88 Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night Where in the middle of the street Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy All with guns strapped to their sides We ran into a shop And bought guns on the spot All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up As Goofy holds up the cuffs And Donald says something we can't understand We had a shoot out With cap guns no doubt After all Disney runs a safe place Ran out of caps in our guns Which stopped our lives on the run The wrath of Mickey we all now would face After justice's hammer I'm now back in the slammer This time I made my own prison bed Now I cry every day What more can I say With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
Some Hippies, A Convict, And Mickey Mouse
Straight out of prison Wondering what I've been missing Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb A van load of hippies All from Mississippi Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on I'm here for adventure Well hop in then Mister Adventure is what we're all about Now where we're all going There's no way of knowing A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out We ended up in Disney Me and all of the hippies Where we had caboodles of fun We met Mickey and he saw it When I lifted his wallet Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run We split in different directions To throw off detection It's A Small World is where I made my mistake With that song stuck in my head It's a fate worse than death Prison now sounds like a wonderful place We rendezvoused in The Pirate's Of The Caribbean Where soon after, in came the law We all jumped from our boats Splashing around in the moat And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl We soon made our escape Out of exit door 88 Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night Where in the middle of the street Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy All with guns strapped to their sides We ran into a shop And bought guns on the spot All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up As Goofy holds up the cuffs And Donald says something we can't understand We had a shoot out With cap guns no doubt After all Disney runs a safe place Ran out of caps in our guns Which stopped our lives on the run The wrath of Mickey we all now would face After justice's hammer I'm now back in the slammer This time I made my own prison bed Now I cry every day What more can I say With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
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My New Found Fashion Trend You know I never really understood Why they wear their pants that way Pull them down to their knees And walk around all day But they say it is the fashion It's a new trend I should try That underwear is very cool And catches people's eyes So I decided I should try it I pulled my pants down way to far Then to show the world how hip I was I walked through Central Park All the Children were excited I saw them point my way They even told their teacher But she made them look the other way Well then two cops they came running I assumed to see my style I thought my trend was catching on But those cops they didn't smile Those cops would start a new trend One I didn't like as much They put my hands behind my back And slapped on silver cuffs Now this jail cell seems so small With this big man next to me He says he'll be my best friend And he likes just what he sees So glad to see this courtroom Filled with people from the streets They yell rethink your fashion trend If you're wearing a G-String Well the Judge he was not happy But he would not give me time He said wear a G-String where you want No one can take that right You see the Judge he wore a G-String Underneath his long black robe Since he did not find me guilty A free man I could go So I walked outside that courtroom As a free man once again And became so very famous For my New Found Fashion Trend Carl Joseph Roberts
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
My New Found Fashion Trend
i love you, fresh from the shower. glistening and wet, smelling of aftershave. "coolwater" by davidoff. often aslo sandlewood, goat soap, from the local farmers markets. i love you, dressed up smart. in a brook's brother's way dress pants and shirt, blue linen vest. johnny walker silk bow tie, untied is best. then your twist, (not as original as you think) converse skaties, no socks and bone bleached cuffs, turned up. i love you, in your work gear. just come home, you smell of sweat. clean and healthy, always wood shavings caught up, in your unruly shaggy hair. cargo shorts and t-shirts, that have seen, many days of worksite wear. size elevens in your hands, those big feet and freaky toes bare, ******* in the air. i love you, in board shorts and rashie. rushing into the surf, hand in hand. with the energetic bundle of love, to which we gave birth. it is not as though, clothes made this man, but boyohboy, you, frame them well. it s the heart, the chuckle the hands, the philosphy, the clever, erudite, caveman, the downright, man-dumb bloke. that endears, your heart to mine. it is, that you really listen and take the time, to make me feel and be, phenomenal, wise, sensual and beautiful beside. i love you, best, in my bed. moving slow and sure, undressed, silk and velvet. as we express, the reality of our love and whisper words, well known, and cry to heaven above. i love you, then, here, now and eons on. even after the worlds memory of us, is nothing, dust upon the breeze our love, will carry, forth stardust on heaven's winds and cries of our love and ecstasy will birth worlds anew
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
wood shavings, freaky toes & stardust
i love you, fresh from the shower. glistening and wet, smelling of aftershave. "coolwater" by davidoff. often aslo sandlewood, goat soap, from the local farmers markets. i love you, dressed up smart. in a brook's brother's way dress pants and shirt, blue linen vest. johnny walker silk bow tie, untied is best. then your twist, (not as original as you think) converse skaties, no socks and bone bleached cuffs, turned up. i love you, in your work gear. just come home, you smell of sweat. clean and healthy, always wood shavings caught up, in your unruly shaggy hair. cargo shorts and t-shirts, that have seen, many days of worksite wear. size elevens in your hands, those big feet and freaky toes bare, ******* in the air. i love you, in board shorts and rashie. rushing into the surf, hand in hand. with the energetic bundle of love, to which we gave birth. it is not as though, clothes made this man, but boyohboy, you, frame them well. it s the heart, the chuckle the hands, the philosphy, the clever, erudite, caveman, the downright, man-dumb bloke. that endears, your heart to mine. it is, that you really listen and take the time, to make me feel and be, phenomenal, wise, sensual and beautiful beside. i love you, best, in my bed. moving slow and sure, undressed, silk and velvet. as we express, the reality of our love and whisper words, well known, and cry to heaven above. i love you, then, here, now and eons on. even after the worlds memory of us, is nothing, dust upon the breeze our love, will carry, forth stardust on heaven's winds and cries of our love and ecstasy will birth worlds anew
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You won't believe what I went through when I went to a black man's barbershop. He was a racist **** and when I left, I called the cops. He forcibly strapped me in his barber chair. Then that punk shaved off all of my hair. As I looked at my bald head in the mirror, he laughed at me. He laughed and said that I deserved it because I'm a ****** But he stopped laughing when the cops slapped on the cuffs. He said that he didn't want to go to jail and I said "Tough!"
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
Racist Barber
The redneck got arrested last night. The ******* was barking back at dogs and belting shots of scotch well-before sundown. You could say he and the sun were collectively sinking. Nights like these breed pregnant silences between the outbursts. I sit poised for the next eruption as a child cloistered under covers for fear of thunderclaps-- Another howl, (presumably bellowing for beer) then he's batting his live-in lap-straddler around the apartment beneath me. With every strike the drywall learns a lesson this ignorant ***** can't get a grip on: some things never change. The world will change around them like tissue growing around a bullet fragment. The cops come, the cuffs go on, and the problem is put on pause for an evening-- but he'll ascend the stairs with the sunrise. They'll reconcile,             because misery does want for company. He'll promise he'll be different. She'll actually believe him. They'll be back to battering their plaster with the reverberations of ******* and arguments. She can't see that a drunkard's apologies         are counterfeit currency. I took it for common knowledge. Perhaps it is... Perhaps, like living in tornado alley, they cope with ceaseless shit-storms because they're just too lazy to move.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
No Place Like Home
Late night dedications from you to me. Writing you letters to see if you are holding it down for me. Collect calls from me to you and some steamy conversation... when your family inquires about my whereabouts....you say I'm on vacation. Your image in my head is what makes each day easier to bare. I'm writing and doing this time instead of stressing and pulling out my hair. It's been said that you do the time and don't let the time do you. I don't want to see the white jackets and be 302'd. Listening to the radio as the love songs play..... Daydreaming as I glance at the pictures of us together on Unity day. The reason I love you is not hard to see or maybe it's just me. My emotions run wild whenever you're next to me. Expressing to you my visions and dreams while I'm incarcerated. Promises that when I get out ....our lives won't be complicated. My thoughts become hot air balloons and the English language becomes foreign. A refugee in my own land except my name's not Lauryn. Wishing I could hold you and fall into a deep sleep. Time would stand still and nightmares would never creep. Our love is like a mountain that has no peaks. I'm missing you like crazy as I'm counting down the weeks. I'm holding you hostage. You're a prisoner without the cuffs. You're saving yourself for me, but it's evident I'll never be worthy enough even if I was free. The money was my idol and it came so fast..... Partying my life away and having a blast. I never thought about how long the money and fun would last. My rise and fall like a pool that's been deflated. My capture and imprisonment greatly exaggerated and celebrated. The families that I've hurt......by them I'm hated. I've destroyed my neighborhood. That's what many have stated. All this is true .....so I'm setting you free. Consider this the last correspondence you'll ever receive from me. Please accept this heartfelt apology. My love I am so....so sorry. My love has revolved around you. My every waking thought has been about you. Now you are telling me that you're setting me free..... Whoa! wait a minute......How could this be? Since we were little kids it's been me and you. You were the paper and I was the glue. My people said that you were not good enough for me, but I was still stuck on you. This really hurts my heart as I read the words you've penned. I realized not so long ago that this relationship must come to an end. The transition will be difficult and it will take time for my heart to mend. As I listen to the lockdown love dedications again and again..... I'll have vivid memories of how this relationship began it end. 4ever in my heart Lockdown Love
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Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
Lockdown Love
Late night dedications from you to me. Writing you letters to see if you are holding it down for me. Collect calls from me to you and some steamy conversation... when your family inquires about my whereabouts....you say I'm on vacation. Your image in my head is what makes each day easier to bare. I'm writing and doing this time instead of stressing and pulling out my hair. It's been said that you do the time and don't let the time do you. I don't want to see the white jackets and be 302'd. Listening to the radio as the love songs play..... Daydreaming as I glance at the pictures of us together on Unity day. The reason I love you is not hard to see or maybe it's just me. My emotions run wild whenever you're next to me. Expressing to you my visions and dreams while I'm incarcerated. Promises that when I get out ....our lives won't be complicated. My thoughts become hot air balloons and the English language becomes foreign. A refugee in my own land except my name's not Lauryn. Wishing I could hold you and fall into a deep sleep. Time would stand still and nightmares would never creep. Our love is like a mountain that has no peaks. I'm missing you like crazy as I'm counting down the weeks. I'm holding you hostage. You're a prisoner without the cuffs. You're saving yourself for me, but it's evident I'll never be worthy enough even if I was free. The money was my idol and it came so fast..... Partying my life away and having a blast. I never thought about how long the money and fun would last. My rise and fall like a pool that's been deflated. My capture and imprisonment greatly exaggerated and celebrated. The families that I've hurt......by them I'm hated. I've destroyed my neighborhood. That's what many have stated. All this is true .....so I'm setting you free. Consider this the last correspondence you'll ever receive from me. Please accept this heartfelt apology. My love I am so....so sorry. My love has revolved around you. My every waking thought has been about you. Now you are telling me that you're setting me free..... Whoa! wait a minute......How could this be? Since we were little kids it's been me and you. You were the paper and I was the glue. My people said that you were not good enough for me, but I was still stuck on you. This really hurts my heart as I read the words you've penned. I realized not so long ago that this relationship must come to an end. The transition will be difficult and it will take time for my heart to mend. As I listen to the lockdown love dedications again and again..... I'll have vivid memories of how this relationship began it end. 4ever in my heart Lockdown Love
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Tonight I flicker dimmer than most I'm alone with everyone here Stabbing their plates and proposing their toasts Tonight I feel my wings but they're in cuffs I'm alone with everyone here Speaking their words, laughing their laughs Tonight I bear the arrows of discreet little leers I'm alone with everyone here Silently goading me with their mocks and jeers Tonight I hear whispers muttered inaudible I'm alone with everyone here Inconspicuous fingers pointed under tables Tonight I write but my ink weighs heavy I'm alone with everyone here They pile on my thoughts, usurping the calm... Inciting a mind full of anarchy
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
(Un)Alone
With my face over her hair fallen neck sending through my lips what I’ve dreamed of compiled tastes One arm wrapped her waist The spinal curve of her back Give-way my others embrace In my palm falling slowly with surrendered hold Her reclining body takes plunge A body wondrously dreamt by the Gods but never to beholden For that vessel has since long belonged And in a quiet covet, the Gods continue to sin Over and across the bed Released from my grip Upwards into her hairline a sweat spreading mist Grabbing a fistful of mane I’d lay down on the runway to attain this flowing coat between my fingers For the length of time her hair has entwined me in cuffs Pulling harder I gladly yield in acceptance this braid given stain a permanent scar Slow let go of her feathers tangled In her neck I’m keeping a burrow in repose Seeing buttons undone in sync to expose The destination of my lips next imprint like advanced shadowing hints In a mechanical motion Hair pulling emotion Triggers upward her chest and chin Two spotlights on the ceiling what her ******* up send Shaping her back an arc like a half moons descent   When she finishes her unbuttoning Next for my belt she reaches then the unzip I’ll never forget She takes me in invest I take her in continuous shooting All the unfastened unclothed Now Firm Quake Earned And Shake The peak is reached from this encounter defined by a collection of far to many lustfully seductive mental hive of trapped aches Then I kiss her lips in return she kisses me back, felt...
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
Her Body, like a half moons decent
With my face over her hair fallen neck sending through my lips what I’ve dreamed of compiled tastes One arm wrapped her waist The spinal curve of her back Give-way my others embrace In my palm falling slowly with surrendered hold Her reclining body takes plunge A body wondrously dreamt by the Gods but never to beholden For that vessel has since long belonged And in a quiet covet, the Gods continue to sin Over and across the bed Released from my grip Upwards into her hairline a sweat spreading mist Grabbing a fistful of mane I’d lay down on the runway to attain this flowing coat between my fingers For the length of time her hair has entwined me in cuffs Pulling harder I gladly yield in acceptance this braid given stain a permanent scar Slow let go of her feathers tangled In her neck I’m keeping a burrow in repose Seeing buttons undone in sync to expose The destination of my lips next imprint like advanced shadowing hints In a mechanical motion Hair pulling emotion Triggers upward her chest and chin Two spotlights on the ceiling what her ******* up send Shaping her back an arc like a half moons descent   When she finishes her unbuttoning Next for my belt she reaches then the unzip I’ll never forget She takes me in invest I take her in continuous shooting All the unfastened unclothed Now Firm Quake Earned And Shake The peak is reached from this encounter defined by a collection of far to many lustfully seductive mental hive of trapped aches Then I kiss her lips in return she kisses me back, felt...
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Touch me Kiss me Call me your little habibi Make love to me Sweetly Ropes Chains and hand cuffs **** me Sweetly
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Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Make love to me **** me
scars of a past I wanted nothing to do with led me to handcuff myself to a lampole for security. I had reached my consensus. I threw the keys to these cuffs in mental portals where I thought no one would dare to ever travel. Many tried searching but I intentionally obstructed access with deceptive rants of fear and caution. By then I was sure that I had thoroughly built walls of security; I was safe ...but who would've thought my aesthetically intellectual design had a weakness? The enemy came just as they all did, hoping to be let in... but this one reacted differently when the ranting came; I was now at a disadvantage because I had no other alternatives for defense. The enemy showed no care for my security; It was attractive And I succumbed while Never forgetting my plan Although it seemed my design was nugatory. My mental lampole and cuffs, gone. I was left subjugated at the feet of a queen who carried an aura with the most beautiful spectrum. Like a bull snake, promises of security grappled my core, draining it of all fear leaving behind no traces of deception. Although defeated, she still remains my enemy because serendipity never seems to stick around.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
Defeated
If you’re in an accident, and it's compensation, you wish to gain- Look no further than the law firm Of “Grimace, Limpe, and Paine.” If you’ve been arrested- With a bag of stolen stuff- Call the criminal defense firm Of “Shackles, Chains, and Cuffs.” But, if you want to hire a lawyer- That’s known from “coast to coast” Pick up the phone, and call the firm, of “Bluster, Bluffe, and Boaste.” Choosing an attorney is not an easy task- For every question answered there's another to be asked. So, I will make it simple, amidst your sighs and moans- Just pick up your telephone- and call the firm of "Smith and Jones." copyright: r. riddle November 27, 2013
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
So, You want to Hire a Lawyer
Hoarfrost lipstick Touches not-dead-enough lips. She's limp and entangled in branches. Unfeeling fingers Snap newly-formed buds Breath puffing and gasping, he glances. "Pretty... ...my pretty...my pretty cold doll! See how the snow on her dances? Almost...almost finished. Just need the rest... That last one got covered in scratches..." Bone-numbing cuffs, Can't scream from the gag. She's trembling and sobbing in snatches. "Shhhhhhhhhhh... I just need your arms... such pretty white limbs!.." He picks up his shears, and advances.
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Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
Morning Serial