"flams" poems
I saw you standing there
And I had a smile on my face
Like you were an angel
That was gone save my life
But I knew better then to look in those eyes
Cuz they only pretended that you loved me somehow
But I overlooked the truth
Cuz I was filed with lies and twisted words
Then I realized, you’re not an angel, you’re the devil
And now, I know why I believed you
Cuz you used too be God’s favorite
Till you burn it down to flams
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
It was a scam, a sham
The flimmiest of flams
There was more pork there
Than a Christmas ham.
It’s nothing but a racket
Stuff it all into a big packet
And put into a time capture
Leave it until the rapture
Where it can’t hurt anybody
Then, fix yourself a hot toddy
And laugh about how shoddy
Future folks will think we are.
They won’t be wrong by far.
They’ll marvel at how many
Candidates worth a penny,
Or less, showed up to run
Like the whole thing was fun
And better than a TV show.
How could they tumble for
Not that good of a governor
Didn’t know what lips are for
Or what to say on the floor
Yet some wanted her to run?
What fun the press had with
Filling up the internet bandwidth
With screeching permutations
Of tired old KKK reiterations
Of the wonderful Aryan nation
The South advocated before
We had us a big-ass ugly war.
It’s like they didn’t know they lost
And were prepared to pay the cost
To do it all over again, not just men
But women too, who shouldn’t do
Because they were not part of
The government to be started up.
It was rather Alice In Wonderland,
The fuzzy details of their whole plan.
Certain things were carved in stone.
Some should go back to an age of stone
And forever leave the real people alone.
Because they’d shout out now and then
That this world was meant for white men
To run and control and own. Nothing tribal.
They said it was written in their Bible
Which was obvious they never really read
Or they would know what it really said
About helping the poor, the halt and lame.
They went on doing harm in the name
Of the King of Passion and Rescue
Saying that was the wrong thing to do.
They insisted they could do what pleases
And it should have nothing to do with Jesus.
It’s all about who is rich and who is not
And who doesn’t need what they have got:
All the good land and the mineral rights.
The rest can just stay up nights working
Two jobs, maybe three, they didn’t care.
Those pundits had to start somewhere.
Let those dishwashers and caddies
Go get their own filthy rich daddies
To leave them accounts full of millions
So they could hire undocumented millions
To build their dynasties of marble and gold.
Really, folks. This story never gets old.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Kriekgeguard: Sö tall meh how ya doeth wit despair,
and all fir of flams flewing and chewing yir up,
that the hole time yir piercenality waz,
so streing to solve it, but yir did it,
in wreighting of odders wreighting yirself down,
for yirs and yirs and yirs, the hole time
and wie all wanted tingz easey,
sö as yi sayeth, you maketh things hart,
möre difficult for understanding,
how to deal cards with comeflict
as it is with the absolutelysurd world?
Crosstianity, come thinkets, is nothing 'ese aftir all.
So cometh rill empairic, roll yir thongue.
Tall true the true tailing.
Sore: Tired Ae got.
But righting is noting,
it is a smull bud of rose,
and roses out of noting,
Ignore how day and day only tell you:
"You are a great prose stylist, you know the craft, I don't"
For a fukd, Ae might be called a prose cyclist,
but it is not me, it is the kisses muse,
you never forget it for a fukd,
first you note in, then you synthesize, symphonise, syncrosise.
It is all just music.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
Caught a glimpse of parliaments sunlight guns bright
With the flash as I sprinkle o dash salt the grass pass
Through the 4 seasons **** I'm still breathing recieving
Higher frequency desires amplifier keep the minds fire
No forte foreplay my words til it's nothing from something
I saw myself in the wombs of pains doom for me to consume
This world ain't nothing but a prison sentence reference
My sentiment to the books of the innocent angel presence
Faced me since I was a baby I was made to save humanity
Christ like imagines me rolling nikes on the bikes fly as a kite
Broke the spiritual rites concave riding the risky wave
I may die a martyr but my moves made to much smarter
War epiphany strikes the minds of the unseen Machiavelli
Ten rules to follow dont swallow the fake pills of the ills
I stay with the reals heart of soldier so I'm made to ****
Inspect ya deck once the mic check Gza gave me the connect
Rolex linked with my techs one of a set I'm down for the jet
****** was the case they gave me cruising down like Eazy
E 63 doing the **** I see the camel's eye in the needle
Birth from a rough Bethlehem theres I lays my jams lion for lambs
Watch out for the flim flams suckas more saltier than clams
Got **** I'm tryna escape the masterplan plantations
Change the stations rolled out the legions demons cleaving
Onto the weak hearts that's where I set my heart to start
Working from the mental state to annihilate the forged hate
I lay it in a crate dominate my fears through conquer of faith
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 10:17 AM UTC