We all have done it.
And would be a liar to say we didn't.
You know told something.
When we shouldn't have.

But, I still hate the friend.
Who claims they are speaking for you to the press?
Where they place their own opinions into the mess.
If, I really wanted the news to know.
Then, I would have confessed the story months ago.

But, then someone people loves to be before the cameras.
And that have never been me.
Because many gossipers loves to create a variety of things.

Just to see you respond.
What they always seems fail to realize in the end?
A lie stays around while the real true fades into the dark.

And then the friends will say they never believe any of that.
Except,they fail to tell you they was getting paid behind your back.

We all seem people smile before your face.
And stabbed you in back without a glance.

Things that you probably only told to one.
Is now heard all arond the town you live in.

All because of the gossiper.

Some call me a prophet
Others see me as a derelict
These stories I’ve stored in my head
Can easily be twisted to fantasy

Am I reliable?
You have no choice
But to take what I say and believe
At least for a little while

I believe the listener
Is as naïve as I seem
Sitting on every detail
Every word

While visiting Southwark
I met a variety of characters
From different means of life
With different perspectives on the world

Looking innocent has its advantages
It gives me a leeway
To invade other’s privacy
And extend the truth to the edge of fabrication

Have you ever questioned a storyteller?
We all seem friendly
We talk highly of everyone we meet
Until we dive deeper into their secrets

The Squire
Composing music is his forte
I say it sounds beautiful
And he seems fresh as the month of May

The Friar
A gossiper full of language
I hope to understand
To grasp




A Sailor
Having bad joints
From extensive labor.
He must work substantially to acquire those injuries

The Summoner
Full of white pimples
Yet drinks red wine
As red as blood

I create a story
Yet can end it all the same
I tell you what you want to hear
Not what reality presents in front of me

For life is not exciting
Without a bit of imagination.
And with my mastered poker face
It may be impossible to seek out my lies

The darkness inside us all
Can peek its head at any time
Consuming us into a downward spiral
Of lie after endless lie

So am I reliable?
We’ll just have to see.
So here comes a story
Told by me.

superfluous love
for a discipline
is so much to
that of
information to a gossiper
******* to a drug addict
a dangerous concoction for a aspiring witch
.

When someone talks to you about other people
They will also talk about you to others too

Maggie knew everything that took place
in and out of the neighborhood.
She was always willing to talk about the
things that meant others no good.

Maggie the towns gossiper who's always
looking for a place to roam.
She could talk about the business of
everybody's except for her own.

Maggie always stood in her doorway looking
for someone she could criticize.
She criticized everybody except for the
man who's blackening her eyes.

Maggie may wake up one day and realize
that we all sometimes hurt.
She may even come to grips about her own
life and stop living in the dirt.

Maggie knows that a black cat moves about
in the darkness of the night.
Police cars parked outside her home let's
others know that something isn't right.

So what we love to
walkgossip
$ % & * + + =
I felt like the
despicable
All me *******

Putting on
my Pinterest-face
The pictures have
gone girls!!!
We are loving it bad
We became phone
The culture set
Pearls
Be fit just so_
He sits not so
Professional
Hitman
I really cannot take
any more
Let's not get banned

What!! Β- 4 *******
† $ talks ******* @
Her computer
Like a recreation park
You are talking to me

Tony Montanna
Miley Hanna Banana
Went to Fiamma
Wearing paisley
Bandana
With her *******
She could ride that

Honda
Help me, Rhonda
despicable
Undescrible
Why don't you walk out
on me every time
Doing a
May West
why don't you
come up
and see me
sometime
The fit dime
a dozen
divorces
WC Field
my little
chickadee
Has magical
forces
Swindling
your
spouses

The universe
dark curse
get reversed
Oh! Geez
Too girly
Courageous
Holly Molly
candy Pez
Such *****
Robin the
"Razzmatazz"
Holy cow take a
Shirley bow
Materialistic
cool jazz
New York City
bad climate
cabbies and
druggies

Rebel Rebel
became Sybil
With her cute
puppies
The meter is down any
After hours mortals
The Holy bad Rap
Her laptop non-stop
Top it off with ******
down to her garter

Being almost famous
please don't
bother me I can
compel anyone
that looks at me

Don't tell your boyfriend
The ring holder brother
I am far from anyone's
"Pyscho Mothers"
No trespassing
My Darlings
Desperate wives
inside the
doghouse

******* they did it
In the roughhouse
Perk me up
Pitbulls
Car tolls
Spy girls
tracking fools

Pack their suitcases

Swirly Girly
sardines
Misconduct
Acting up the Dunes
I love the month of June
There is always a sucker
getting married
I could clean anyone
dry mouth just wet
that kisser dry
Vermouth ***** liquor

I am not the sun-shiner
Worshipper

What a hotline love
destroyer
My income is generating
All escapades bomb raid's
never to be held back
escapes
Reprehensible so
despicable
Horse-y **** all
over the stable
The weaker ***
better

The Holy cable
so mischievous
The endless
opportunity
Delicious
The social media
All criteria
My sweet lord,
We are managing
just fine and very
few good ones

Valentines Day
there
good with
rejections bad ones
The best gossiper
on the mic
Those girls
being hostile
"St Thomas Apostle"
Such credibility
******* the
bad omen

Holy Toledo
walk the talk
who wins the
lotto "Gents"
¢ ¢ makes no cents
Hearing gossip
City hurry all linked
Her handcuffs his
chickadee Minked
Going first class with my
younger shades whats up
With fifty shades deeper?
To get older I can never
be beat because
I am wiser
She is the pussycat
so nifty

she scratched her views
What a snare nose
Elephant pants were
too thrifty
Her red devil
stilettos
No Ghettos in Brooklyn
That where I was born
Whats up with these
disposable coffee cups
So many remakes
TV
I rather ramble
on in my
RV
Charlies Angels
SUV
Fridays have the cup
of dirt
Oreo crumbs
it's on me
Martinelli Grape
Despicable hot
Holy night waxed
She faxed
Her voluptuous
love handles
He got her
lovesick
Glove-trick
broomstick
Chocolate
Nesquick

2 die 4 her
2-quick
Dove love trick
He possesses you
one chosen
boondock
sticks

Goodbye
Mr. Chips
bad season
bad hand trash
For big and hot lips
******* he ran
with my chips (Mash)
script movie part
Not a part
******* he wasn't fit
Her French Onion soup
The scoop exploded
Cabernet Sauvignon
Dr. Pepper Brittish
Cannon
Swizzle part deeper

Alice, she is 10 feet tall
"Extravaganza"
I will never be
an extra so small
Come over
to see me
sometimes all
In May West
My chick a dee
propaganda

*** in the City
Miranda
She is kinda
Hot tamales
Hacienda
The fire lit
fiesta

Being
washed out
Dr. Shrink
Like a snipper
skunk

Wonka kick
The 3D movie
The whole
shebang
Bang bang I
shot you down


You could rest azure
In their hair
4C bread
crumbs
Messy
detangled web
Little Deb
Red ties affair
guys start holy-****
So much hair
to wink, they saw me
for who?
*******
Molly Woo

Chinese food
Robin hood rich me
Eggrolls Rock and roll
Her ducked head
Like duck sauce
What a truce
Perfectly damaged
® for reckless
She didn't get her
debut shot

Bad luck turned
my fit to good luck
Picked those
madmen
women are courageous
So Soon then a boom
But when do I see
confidence *******
Just sit
******* just pray_

Chinese say cursed is that glowing up in times of change

Childhood: sunny, monotonous, always limited
But predictable and warm
With a face of our sacred syphilitic
Soon to be desposed.  
Gramps the ****** he was, enjpying the forms of his son's whife
Shame wasn't his thing, neither was it my dad's
So he blinked, joked and turned
The other way
Grandma the saintly creature always a leader always so moral
When she read her bible, gave me sour aftertaste
To last through the years. Gossiper lady could start a war
Raising me an enemy to my own father. Why? I still don't know.
Uncle: the beautiful and charming creature of the void
Pleading begging blinking with long eyelashes
For treatment with what he was supposed to be treated against
Those beautiful gator tears...
Later - school, idiotic teachers,
Peers proud of crawling, the lowest wins!
Disillusionment started to sink in.
Are you still thinking? Weird!
No hopes, no dreams, no identity
No culture, no history
All thrown out the window
Music, values, inspiration and the rest
Revolution mades like to clear out space for the new beginnings
Starting from the point zero. Could have been neanderthals.
Slaves couldn't fix themselves some freedom
They only saw in movies.
They went with the flow -
papa government will feed, treat and raise
cattle that we were.
Are you questioning still?  Get in the line!
Looked up to crime and punishment
To learn my true heritage
All made sense, especially the urge to flea.
Could not breathe the airless any longer
Felt frog growing in my chest
******* out aspirations and infusing fears
Learned helpless buddied up to crows
And abandoned buildings.
And a joint on the edge of the roof was one thing
To make me feel alive.
Almost married one day then awoke
With a startle packed bags
Five hundred bucks in my sock
And away I flew.
To learn you never gain without a loss

Stories are meaningful in life.the stories have a story teller.a listener and gossiper .
What is important is to listen and analyze them.
It is the gossipers that broke your heart
You cut my stories
I was meaning each and every one
After your silence
I was heartbroken
I lost track and the only one who cared enough
Took my lonely piece of heart
But my problem is
I fabricate the stories to tell her
But I have no will to share with her
I have no heart to share true stories any more
In short I have no love
But
You took it all from me
Kindly return some for me to give her
She needs it.

We listen to the news.
Oh, boy don't we ever.
And they have one thing in common.
Which to them isn't so alarming.

A source told me.
My source confirm to me.
The same source just speaking about a little.
But not a lot.
All because their information is mostly made up.

Strange, as it seems, most conflicts never make the screen.

Terminology confers a lot.
Some of mixed definition.
Source to one.
Is a gossiper to another.

Where things get twisted?
And the truth barely told.
And then they want you to confirm the real truth.

But why should you?
If it's about you.

He is neither hue nor leucoplain.
No, not mean, just humane.
Hatch to good codes
And harsh to misconducts.
A delight to the grey; a connecting figure.

One of a kind, non-gossiper,
Door keeper to secrets kept.
Not proud of pride.
Cardiac chamber…mon ami:
succour for the low.

His every step is marked on slates
whispered around in shadowy sheds
The grandson of a devout
Who stood his ground
against the horseman and his sword.

Reviled by the sharers of same chalice.
His good, their acrimony;
His smile, their scowl.
“Why spread his hand thus?
We too are Abrahams”.

He feared not for his blood
‘cause the Lamb is on His post.
A slap to Prophet False
who creeps into innocent homes
And peeps through frail shrouds.

Dark apprentice PF called “daddy”
Drunk in mystical drinks: green-eyed monster
Whose sneeze had been snuffed
By his knees that humble not.
Chained, yet darts at the dear.

But the lonely believer staggers on
Eyes gazed on the path.
His conscience, a witness.
A clean heart he offers
To whom his spirit answers.

The man/woman walked to the entrance and was denied.
Even had the guts to request why?
Except for the doorkeeper only reply you still have time.

Another came to the entrance and requested a free pass.
Only to be denied like the couple before him/her.
And like the other requested to know why?

Others came and got the same decision too.
Until the Almighty God intervene to explain.

I gave the world one begotten son to represent me through the world.
And many failed to express the qualities that he preached.

The racist saw the color of another skin.
And cried loudly with a protest they couldn't enter in.
The gossiper cry loudly when they were denied.
As if pretense was a quality I accept.
The ****** shouted with fear.
But understood why they won't be invited?

All my commandments state what I require?
Least when you at heaven's door.

It's not you against me, can't you see?
It's not blacks against whites,
Men against women,
Refugees against citizens
Religious against non-religious
Conservatives against liberals
Democrats against Republicans....
We're at war with our humanity

Oftentimes I catch myself thinking:
"I hate humans"
I can understand why I feel this way sometimes
Humans can be so cruel
I've been bullied, rejected, abandoned,
slandered, ignored,
left alone to fend for myself
I understand the deep reverberating pain
of our sick society,
I know from experience

I know what it feels like to be "othered,"
to be misunderstood
To be dealing with so much pain and
darkness
and have people shame you
for what you're going through

I've seen and known evil
I've seen it destroy those I love
I've witnessed it eat away slowly
at my own soul
during the times
I was blinded by darkness,
By my own sin
By my own insignificant suffering

And yet, I've been the perpetrator too
Shame overwhelms me
As I recount
When I was tyrannical,
unforgiving,
judgemental,
cruel,
self-righteous,
a gossiper,
a slanderer,
un-loving....
I can be a very idealistic person,
And talk all about
How we all have to love each other more
And REALLY follow Jesus,
like abandon our comfortable lifestyles
for the sake of the gospel,
And yet what am I doing?
When I spew these ideologies,
I'm thinking of how I would benefit if everyone
loved me more,
was there for me more....
I'm telling everyone to become the people
I think I need them to be for me
But what if what I'm telling everyone else to be for me
Is exactly what I have to be for myself?

Dear Teacher,
I want to be a lawyer,
a doctor,
a detective,
a writer,
an engineer,
a straight-A student.

but

Dear Mother,
I want to be a stoner,
a drinker,
a rule breaker,
a shoe wearer,
an underager,
a party-goer.

but

Dear Friends,
I want to be a leader,
a martyr,
a gossiper,
a trend-setter,
an accepter,
a secret keeper.

but

Dear Boys,
I want to be a lover,
a lust,
a dream,
a flirt,
a conserver,
a relationship-haver.

but

What Do You Want Me To Be?