"cuzz" poems
life is me not us so to us life is smoke so i smoke life and she get me highier then u will eva know so blaze to the end of days but life is love also so why when she speak to me i dont see her but i hear her so wat is love thats not here in my heart but i feel her there they say time will tell all the question is when is that time goin to be here cuzz the heart hurts speakin fr a person thats in love or is it but i know love is there im stuck in two worlds one real tha other a fantasy all at the same time they feel tha same blunts keep me here in the real world sober keep me in the fantasy funny rite but that kills slowly so to my love i need u and to my heart i dont feel u so wur is the body lost in all the blunts or cigs to others or wateva keep u in the real world in the end love ur life make to ur comfort
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 12:29 PM UTC
i cant see im blind but i see hell in my eyes wat is this that im lookin at as i see u cuzz i cant fell either but i know i know ur there him the one we all know death in his zone the nun flesh form as he look at me i can tell he killin me slowly and there aint a **** thing i can do to stop it and i cant fell a **** thing but i know he is there a blind men eye can tell if death is there but u all that can see cant y is that cuzz yall dont wanna see that life is short and he can come at anytime and in any form that he pick so think smart out there and dont let diablo in cuzz after he is in then comes death
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 1:41 PM UTC
2 brothers united
By a Light that can eye it
From a mile away
We see in black and white with no grey
And today is our day!
Of victory and celebration
Of all of Gods green creation
Life is good is our meditation
Holy Ghost is our medication
No hesitation
Our biggest struggle is moderation
The pharmaceutical generation
Drinkin on any occasion
We live to steady our graduation
Fortifying our elavation
Thru inspirition
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
I don't like love, because I hate goodbye
I hate morings, cuzz I know I'm still alone
I hate the sleepless, cuzz I always miss you
I do not want to be alone, but I hate love
I hate the tears in my eyes that falling down
I hate the pains that always hunt my heart
I do not like myself for the way I love you
I have enough not to be in painful anymore
I wish I would able not to love you anymore
I'm sick of wishing that you would come to me
It's too much, but I love how it feels with you
I hate love, but I cannot stop loving you
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
every word i lay down is an expression of me
every meaning you read is a feeling i felt
i type because i like the sound
i write cuzz i love the work
i do it for me i use to do it for you
the feelings i had use to pore out of these hands
a waterfall of beautiful words and phrases
but the feelings have left everything has changed
a baby is born new to its body new to its feelings
aware but confused a miss guided stream
but the light is brighter the path much clearer
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
My heart please stop beating
My mind please stop thinking
My eyes please stop opening
If not, my heart might come out
If not, my mind might blow up
If not, my eyes might blind in
Cuzz I miss her so terribly in me
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Livin' a lie
this life might as well be a crime
cuzz my career is based on the money i'll be making
instead of the joy i'll be faking
perhaps i'm crazy
according to you, i'm lazy
and who am i supposed to believe
betweeen
my lova and his brotha
laying on the bathroom floor
starring underneath the door
you want your credit? well here you'll get it!
I'll etch your name right into my arm
and you''ll blame it on your alarm
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 1:47 PM UTC
Saying that final goodbye to a loved one,
it’s always been poignant and sad…
But recently it’s joined the online,
the surreal… the quite mad!
The scrolling photo’s on the crematorium wall
have always been more suited to the social media bag
than what, until the digital age, had a more…
mediaeval...churchy, tag.
Cheers and farewell to Gran, Sis, Bro, Cuzz, Mum or Dad
can now be done without anything at all being said…
Or even, if you’re just a friend or a really distant relative,
long haul, away, abroad... or, just sitting up in bed!
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
"Yellow Butterflies"
the floating image of Joan of Arc ten feet tall in the dark
theater in New York 2002 drizzling a little bit of gray sky
somewhere up there past the cement monuments which will
stand as long as the pyramids if we let them the trees in
Central Park refresh the air are leafy damp brown autumn
smells like beauty or garbage depending on your mind being
half empty or totally some kind of creation from a Sci-Fi show
the future is in the hands of the cab drivers who make a living
on the East Coast West Coast San Francisco Bay Area
with the bridge that may last as long as the pyramids if the quakes
don't knock it down a monument to rust and money big sky dream
of all you want are you crazy are we all is nobody who chooses
somebody to be it a definition in a book some people agree on
otherwise there is nothing there but vibrations so say the freaky people
but if everyone says the same then its normal and what is freaky normal
is this social construct cuzz bring back someone dead from 1710
and he will think we are all Devils or Gods or he will just
fold up his head and dance with the yellow butterflies are yellow
march of god they are next top of the line food chain 10 million
years from now our fossils will be to hard to find if not impossible
maybe the evolved butterflies won't even want to dig anything
it just never occurs to them that in the dirt is a thing worth effort
their cities will be in the air of course because the meteor that hit
and wiped us out also changed the weather on the entire planet and
for the last 10 thousand years the winds have been really mellow like
30 or 40 miles per hour tops no more hurricanes or tornadoes either
and a bad storm is 3 inches of rain in 2 days then lots of puffy
blue sunshine before the next one comes and it will come and the
smart butterflies will deal with it in some type of cognitive way they
will also have God WOW i'll bet shhe will be a pretty butterfly
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Whoops, the lines are back again,
Sorry, I really didn't mean to, but you sorta made me slip,
You caused this after all, and decided to test me on yourself,
I hope you don't blame me, though I understand if you do a little,
They say dull is more dangerous than sharp,
Well you seem to have proven that wrong, cuzz sharpness shouldn't be tested on ones self.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
Not born of the same womb yet
You call me bro, a family of no
blood relations yet you act like
it doesn't bother you so.
Cuzz cuzz you say like I know what you mean
son of my aunt you aren't nor daughter
of my uncle. What is your relation to me -
I'm sorry I don't know who you are.
Fam fam in the text you spam
Does it look like I care, if you're
a stranger or simply someone fair? Stop saying
that cuz a glance for you in life I'll never spare.
Not your bae, you don't say
not your bro, I'm so cold
Not your cuzz, it's just us
Not your fam, so stop the spam.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
"usa is us a"
a society of a little bit of
this and that
is usa and usa is us a
demonic jewel thief
of evil intent
or
money bags buys
the big blue world
on sale cheap
cuzz we manipulated
the price and made it cheap
by knocking out
the competition
without worry bout
collateral damage
the dead don't blead
or
birthplace of the compassionate
rich !
promised
miracle of capitalism
on its way
though not here
yet
just gotta have faith
baby
just gotta have faith
really
you can hear one
breathin
just lean close and
listen
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC