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Luna Aug 2017
roll the dice love
i just want to lose your love tonight
insult
complimate
compliment
complimate
comply
compromise­
compterize
contemperize
close the door
and dont forget what i told ya
shoulder
heres the door
you want more
i dont wanna lose
Control
CJ M Aug 2015
The feeling that I give you is one of long hailed and expected love. That word, L-O-V-E, it's possibly the one emotion that can't be suppressed, I came from Selma, a slim that;s mildly better than the ghettos and projects of Chicago. But you know that, you're of the same background, and yet we still find an above classiness inside ourselves.
This is real, more real than Farrakhan, and hated and tampered with just as much. No dream can be as straight-forward, a poet is a poet, but when word cun meets form sway, electricity is formed.
What people mean is to sneak away and snipe us from afar, gunning what we have down so that the movement fails permanently. They don't  know, they can't know, and so they walk around un-enlightened and dreams lose their appeal to them.
I had also forgotten love, being tossed around in usage and riddled with untold guilts, but you spared my soul, you chilled my heat and made me the perfect temperature. You are my regulator.
I gave all when I gave my heart, but you substantially replaced it with your energy. It wasn't enough to you? It was to me, and that's all that really counts now.
They wonder what reason you have to smile, tell them that you're awake. Tell them that you've finally jumped down the rabbit-hole, and it's not as deep and scary as they've claimed
someone wrote me a note-poem a while back, I figured it would only be right to respond as The Poetic Justice
Shadi El Asaad Oct 2016
We cun our beings with these bottles of lies and lustful shame,

Promises broken and desires untamed.

We clench them tighter as ever before,

And rise higher demanding more.

We write our names on burial walls,

fulfill the mighty destiny of Adam’s *****.
mira May 2018
that's all you are, he said: love addiction.
everything is a drug these days but it's all
pluh-see-boh, haven't you heard?
keep grinding the sugar into the carpet.
keep telling yourself it's not the amphetamines making you jumpy.
all the scabs you're carving out hook themselves onto me and they're
rah-vuh-ness, can't you see i'm getting oh-so-thin?
my skin is healing over the ants.
yesterday i picked them up because i saw them drowning
i was almost distracted by the dandelions, you sneaky *******, because they look just like your freckles dotting the lawn
but they were suffocating under the ice-cream i dropped
it melted and crushed the flowers too. they're swollen and ripe and bowtie boy says it's
feh-cun-duh-tee, can't you give that to me?
i know your hands are starving.
i know you're empty and all you dream is to lick the sweat from my slick thighs
holding my virginal knuckles tight in your callouses
take me back home when you're sober,
roh-mee-oh
Karijinbba Jan 2022
Call me using  your name as my own.
did you call me today Jan 16? 2022?
I see a most magnificent table.
Plates and utensils are all in gold.
Our eight treasures siting
to be served are our children;
Our offspring our family.
Our second table sits to serve
our thirty two grandkids.
There are bouquets of red roses
along the tables.
The joy is inexplicably sweet
yet bittersweet feelings
engolf me so deep tears choke me.
ON WAKING UP,!
All I suddenly see now
are white lilies over such mystery
tables along with red and white roses.
God help me with such regret
*** i miss you true love.
and I always truly loved you
all you had to do is not walk away
I had escaped hellenic hell
and had amnesia typical of ptsd
I adored you then and worship
you now till the end of time.
Gratitude beauty perfection
heavenly grace is your other name
at the gates of the heaven
your heart of gold showed
my only jewels are my three kids
Patricia, Josephine Rose
and Joella middle names
are rddbba last name is
Cun&ham in your world
Naturally!
but in our unreal world
we got unreal names!
why use real names
in an unreal world!!
need you call me
~~~~~~~
Karijinbba.
https://youtu.be/4kHl4FoK1Ys

678-517-5066 I wish I must talk to you.
bless me please I am home.....less
Lassàt in tal recuàrt
a fruvati, e in ta la lontanansa
a lusi, sensa dòul jo i mi inpensi
di te, sensa speransa.
(Al ven sempri pì sidìn e alt
il mar dai àins; e i to pras plens
di timp romai àrsit, i to puòrs vencs
ros di muarta padima, a son ta l'or
di chel mar: pierdùs, e no planzùs).
Lassàs là scunussùs
ta ciamps fores-c'dopu che tant intòr
di lòur ài spasemàt
di amòur par capiju, par capì il puòr
lusìnt e pens so essi, a si àn sieràt
cun te i to òmis sot di un sèil nulàt.
Ugo Victor Sep 2016
9
I was 9
House wasn't really home
Home was at grandmas
Tales by moonlight meant More
Than the world; all the world I knew

Gathered under the shed at night
Moon or not
Story night must go on
The other kids swarmed
In mini circles
Breaking kernel, not me though;
All I did was eat them

The tortoise was my favorite
Albeit a fictional cun,
the tales did justice
To his poise, and I started
To believe that slow was good
Slow and wise was the vogue
At the expense of the arrogant dog

The lion was my favorite villain
Loved him for his hair and voice
"The lion said to the tortoise" right?
Of cos he had a voice, how else
Would he have spoken?

All too often my thoughts go back
to those times
when 9 wasn't just my age
But a time for tales
no one ever arested gertuid stien
for being a language criminal
although she was arested once
for running out on a fast food bill
fast food was new then.
she mis-read fast for free.
tucked for tree
wound up in jail. true story
and im pretty sure also
she was sexless.
but fun at parties,
with that fat delirious
vocabulary
till you get her home.
if you know what i mean
one can only stand so much
and for it
get bit for ****,
finger for linger
mouth ecstatic
kiss on the lips
and goodnight
and ambiguous
for cun-a-linguest
if you know what i mean

city

a man died. and careful not to see
what watchers might-may be
he passed on something

liked, attitude

no, no small talk

i've been to a lot of funerals
who hasn't
it's serious business
this death. isn't it, and after?
used to scare the **** out of me.
wher's a relly good loosly tied oxford colon
when you need one.

never in
platitudes please
someone at least to drag me from the grave
did i mention i died
one to stand me up and say, "**** it boy,
stand up, grow back like a frog's limb
stand up in the pond
the premordial soup
and i'll do the rest".

never in attitude. make me a phrofit
change me. mind me, will and all

take care of me and never tell me i've died at all
ok i havn't then
just like that
you've conquered death

tell e things right
right in my ear like, "do it. it needs it.
you can do it and they too.

you're not for death.
you're not dying
but the m on your keyboard is weak

watch a dream of faith.
no simple home-spun wisdom this time.
the stuff of a amn who thinks he lives
but really it's angels, carrying him
to spare him the whole dream of dying
let alone death

to spare him the loss of the familiar
by providing the whole of life again
while ounting the iposible; soft cussion into
eternity, already there
entirely undeserved
watch: watch my ****. i'll be right back
just a minute.
only the kids understand
the fact is there is no ****
it's only the angels
helping me into eternity

let's turn these phrases once more
under the preasure of imagined life
and add just one whole city
a whole city watching one person's self
and property just to ease his way into eternity

because the concept
to anyone that eternity is forever and change
is frigtening to the sane,
and nonsense to the crazy
and arresting in it's starkness
so, let's, "spare" him
they say and devise a grand play
to prove life not to him, but themselves.
and when he leaves,
where are the artists?
in eternity
in ernist
watching


watch my ****
i'll be right back
Lassàt in tal recuàrt
a fruvati, e in ta la lontanansa
a lusi, sensa dòul jo i mi inpensi
di te, sensa speransa.
(Al ven sempri pì sidìn e alt
il mar dai àins; e i to pras plens
di timp romai àrsit, i to puòrs vencs
ros di muarta padima, a son ta l'or
di chel mar: pierdùs, e no planzùs).
Lassàs là scunussùs
ta ciamps fores-c'dopu che tant intòr
di lòur ài spasemàt
di amòur par capiju, par capì il puòr
lusìnt e pens so essi, a si àn sieràt
cun te i to òmis sot di un sèil nulàt.
Lassàt in tal recuàrt
a fruvati, e in ta la lontanansa
a lusi, sensa dòul jo i mi inpensi
di te, sensa speransa.
(Al ven sempri pì sidìn e alt
il mar dai àins; e i to pras plens
di timp romai àrsit, i to puòrs vencs
ros di muarta padima, a son ta l'or
di chel mar: pierdùs, e no planzùs).
Lassàs là scunussùs
ta ciamps fores-c'dopu che tant intòr
di lòur ài spasemàt
di amòur par capiju, par capì il puòr
lusìnt e pens so essi, a si àn sieràt
cun te i to òmis sot di un sèil nulàt.
Before the alarm sings to me,
‘Wake up its the day of Love’
My heart already ached
For I smelt the roses scented from your own breathe
Achii the goosebumps as my hair turns feathery

My heads buzzes like the bees search for nectar. Oh what’s sweeter than your voice and gentle as her fingers
Sush if you have not tasted a sip of her lips, sinking your heart to a well of wishes
Oh Mamito I am drowning, can I hold unto your ******* as I strike my chest

The spirit leads me, for she lives in the spirit, the spirit of love
And hers is a body a temple, my dwelling place shall be
Her eyes are a cun for I can see no other
And her life is a journey I too must follow
#herdsmanofprogress

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