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she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get home on time she'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that- I'd go mad. . . it was foolish I know, childish, but I was caught in it, I was caught. I delivered all the mail and then Henderson put me on the night pickup run in an old army truck, the **** thing began to heat halfway through the run and the night went on me thinking about my hot Miriam and jumping in and out of the truck filling mailsacks the engine continuing to heat up the temperature needle was at the top HOT HOT like Miriam. leaped in and out 3 more pickups and into the station I'd be, my car waiting to get me to Miriam who sat on my blue couch with scotch on the rocks crossing her legs and swinging her ankles like she did, 2 more stops. . . the truck stalled at a traffic light, it was hell kicking it over again. . . I had to be home by 8,8 was the deadline for Miriam. I made the last pickup and the truck stalled at a signal 1/2 block from the station. . . it wouldn't start, it couldn't start. . . I locked the doors, pulled the key and ran down to the station. . . I threw the keys down. . .signed out. . . your ********* truck is stalled at the signal, I shouted, Pico and Western. . . . . .I ran down the hall,put the key into the door, opened it. . .her drinking glass was there, and a note: sun of a ***** I waited until 5 after ate you don't love me you sun of a ***** somebody will love me I been wateing all day Miriam I poured a drink and let the water run into the tub there were 5,000 bars in town and I'd make 25 of them looking for Miriam her purple teddy bear held the note as he leaned against a pillow I gave the bear a drink, myself a drink and got into the hot water.
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she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get home on time she'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that- I'd go mad. . . it was foolish I know, childish, but I was caught in it, I was caught. I delivered all the mail and then Henderson put me on the night pickup run in an old army truck, the **** thing began to heat halfway through the run and the night went on me thinking about my hot Miriam and jumping in and out of the truck filling mailsacks the engine continuing to heat up the temperature needle was at the top HOT HOT like Miriam. leaped in and out 3 more pickups and into the station I'd be, my car waiting to get me to Miriam who sat on my blue couch with scotch on the rocks crossing her legs and swinging her ankles like she did, 2 more stops. . . the truck stalled at a traffic light, it was hell kicking it over again. . . I had to be home by 8,8 was the deadline for Miriam. I made the last pickup and the truck stalled at a signal 1/2 block from the station. . . it wouldn't start, it couldn't start. . . I locked the doors, pulled the key and ran down to the station. . . I threw the keys down. . .signed out. . . your ********* truck is stalled at the signal, I shouted, Pico and Western. . . . . .I ran down the hall,put the key into the door, opened it. . .her drinking glass was there, and a note: sun of a ***** I waited until 5 after ate you don't love me you sun of a ***** somebody will love me I been wateing all day Miriam I poured a drink and let the water run into the tub there were 5,000 bars in town and I'd make 25 of them looking for Miriam her purple teddy bear held the note as he leaned against a pillow I gave the bear a drink, myself a drink and got into the hot water.
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— for the American Mustang Strung up on one leg, bled dry while alive, unloaded off trailers crammed full of the crippled and blind —mares giving birth on three legs, foals trampled by stallions, and a wave of fear hovering over tossing manes like the sea after Moby **** surfaced for the first time. Last year, 135,000 horses died — rounded up in hundreds and sent off to slaughter like feeder goldfish, three stops from Canada or Cabo, displaced from plains once revered for their livelihood. In 1969, Vonnegut wrote, “And so it goes…” In 2061, our children will ask about the wild horses who used to live in their backyards as they catch the last fireflies and bottle them up in jars, flickering and dying like tired bulbs giving up on electricity — 2015 sees Henderson, Nevada grasses paying tribute to power-plant-lines and a suburb built on Tralfamadore fiction: house-mounds and picket fences caging domesticated dogs, curb-lined streets and caution signs, billboard warnings of humanity’s fixation with progression, combined like coffee with an overabundance of half-and-half and too much sugar — only 99 cents at Dunkin down a little ways, and home to the dreamers who forget the word freedom.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
Slaughterhouse 2015
I know this foreign method      made my throbbing veins its home 'cuz the familiar's not familiar      and I'm not fine           lest I'm messed up on wine.      And 9/10 of all the times I've tried to crack a smile since I lost you have turned out as half-assed lies. I wander streets, worn out, while I wonder where you are and what you're thinking about while      you drive down Henderson...           I'll try to dry out           from time to time         but fall back into bouts        internal I'm interred in        eternally--and I'll never win them.        I'll. Never. Win them. Not without...           Sorry... I meander through months while      you walk through my mind --and I'm glad if you're happy?--      but you were quite angry     with me that night I took      and torched our collection      of 5 years' shared memories           QUITE ANGRY              with me.     And the things you said were mean           but you meant them. And you were right About how wrong I was how bad I am, and how I taste like lemon lies on the tongue.      You were right.      And I'm drunk. And sad and sorry and selfish and stupid and absorbed by a salted skyline of cold, purple steel           every night. It ***** You teach kids for a living, about the age of 9. Me? I try to dry out now and then, time to time, but it's hard. And you're far. And I'd still come if I could,      but it's hard      following this heart      when it's buried      at the confluence      of the Red and Assiniboine           Rivers. Beneath The Forks... And that heart? Like the ground above it,      it's covered with ****** commercial architecture and the clothing of bureaucracy,      but ****       we had fun there. Didn't we...?
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
The Forks
I know this foreign method      made my throbbing veins its home 'cuz the familiar's not familiar      and I'm not fine           lest I'm messed up on wine.      And 9/10 of all the times I've tried to crack a smile since I lost you have turned out as half-assed lies. I wander streets, worn out, while I wonder where you are and what you're thinking about while      you drive down Henderson...           I'll try to dry out           from time to time         but fall back into bouts        internal I'm interred in        eternally--and I'll never win them.        I'll. Never. Win them. Not without...           Sorry... I meander through months while      you walk through my mind --and I'm glad if you're happy?--      but you were quite angry     with me that night I took      and torched our collection      of 5 years' shared memories           QUITE ANGRY              with me.     And the things you said were mean           but you meant them. And you were right About how wrong I was how bad I am, and how I taste like lemon lies on the tongue.      You were right.      And I'm drunk. And sad and sorry and selfish and stupid and absorbed by a salted skyline of cold, purple steel           every night. It ***** You teach kids for a living, about the age of 9. Me? I try to dry out now and then, time to time, but it's hard. And you're far. And I'd still come if I could,      but it's hard      following this heart      when it's buried      at the confluence      of the Red and Assiniboine           Rivers. Beneath The Forks... And that heart? Like the ground above it,      it's covered with ****** commercial architecture and the clothing of bureaucracy,      but ****       we had fun there. Didn't we...?
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***** what the **** was you thinking You're the main ******* reason for my heavy drinking                                         Not caring about what you've done to me Only caring about mother ******* stephanie With all your bull **** and all your lies I'm glad we decided to cut our ties You built a marriage on some bull **** and lies Going behind my back ******* other guys On top of all this **** you were ****** in bed Might as well been ******* someone that was dead Keep on trying to bring me down to your level One day everyone will see your a mother ******* devil You take what you can get and give nothing back Say **** in front of my kids and talking smack One day all this **** will come slap you in the face Leaving nothing behind but ****** *** taste You're a poor terribile excuse for a human being Don't care about nothing but your next ******* fling Do you see what you're doing to our kids you **** With your smile on your face, we all know it's a front Your ******* our kids with your evil way That's a price they shouldn't ******* pay You stupid little ***** why can't you see If your trying to hurt someone it sure aint me Oh that's right, my last verse said it You're so **** stupid and so **** pathetic You tried to be friends but i'll have to pass Intead you can kiss my pearly white *** **** the whole ******* world and ***** **** you I refuse to let a ***** treat me the way you do Take all your bull **** and all your drama And force feed that **** to your mother ******* mama I'll end this **** with my last ******* verse You aint a woman your a mother ******* curse                                                BY: RANDY HENDERSON
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May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
The Curse
***** what the **** was you thinking You're the main ******* reason for my heavy drinking                                         Not caring about what you've done to me Only caring about mother ******* stephanie With all your bull **** and all your lies I'm glad we decided to cut our ties You built a marriage on some bull **** and lies Going behind my back ******* other guys On top of all this **** you were ****** in bed Might as well been ******* someone that was dead Keep on trying to bring me down to your level One day everyone will see your a mother ******* devil You take what you can get and give nothing back Say **** in front of my kids and talking smack One day all this **** will come slap you in the face Leaving nothing behind but ****** *** taste You're a poor terribile excuse for a human being Don't care about nothing but your next ******* fling Do you see what you're doing to our kids you **** With your smile on your face, we all know it's a front Your ******* our kids with your evil way That's a price they shouldn't ******* pay You stupid little ***** why can't you see If your trying to hurt someone it sure aint me Oh that's right, my last verse said it You're so **** stupid and so **** pathetic You tried to be friends but i'll have to pass Intead you can kiss my pearly white *** **** the whole ******* world and ***** **** you I refuse to let a ***** treat me the way you do Take all your bull **** and all your drama And force feed that **** to your mother ******* mama I'll end this **** with my last ******* verse You aint a woman your a mother ******* curse                                                BY: RANDY HENDERSON
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Space and the bright galaxy has always been my escape. I’m not my own creator, And the untamed monster I make, To be believable and harsh. So kind hearted and fine art, Renewable human cycle, my role model use to be Michael, The way he moved, Swift and light, is the exact same way I would move In the bright space and galaxy; Light and smooth Marijuana and Corinthians; My problems I soothe. Last night I hugged and kissed the moon. It smoked my marijuana and nodded Its head with my groove. You’ll think I’m delusional with a few loose screws, But I feel perfectly normal, For this on spare times is all I Do. #Lord Knows -Marci Henderson
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
Higher Learning
*Caught between two worlds It becomes harder to find your people. the many nights are never spent In ways worth all the while* still trapped within a life of glass and in a fragile world The death of these pretty distractions is how my truth's unfurled. The relinquishment of crude enticement May halt this broken life As I watch the moon and stars and rain And try wielding virtues knife. May I know you, true life,  someday, & may my memories mindful; stay In Brightest futures my hopes now lay, As Henderson Avenue guides me away. confuse my judgement sometimes I still do too often reciting the prayer's haiku *And so the initial ideal world That's leading onward out of range Is where I direct myself now to And Hope I truly make it*
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
Between Two Worlds
I wear your winter coat The one you love to wear So I keep feeling close To us beyond compare The moment we can have You catch me in your eyes That beauty on my pillow That holds me in the night And I will find my strength to untape my mouth When I used to be afraid of the words But with you I've learned just to let it out Now my heart is ready to burst 'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love And I wanna be your everything and more And I know every day you say it But I just want you to be sure That I'm yours And if I've been feeling heavy You take me from the dark Your arms they keep me steady So nothing could fall apart And I will find my strength to untape my mouth When I used to be afraid of the words But with you I've learned just to let it out Now my heart is ready to burst 'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love And I wanna be your everything and more And I know every day you say it But I just want you to be sure That I'm yours That I'm yours Songwriters: Ella Henderson / Josh Record
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Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
I am yours (Piano Audio Cover)
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
Henderson's
To someone you will always be the best friend in the world To someone you will always be the brightest person they know To someone you will always be ...The first person they want to call To someone you will always be the right person for the job and to someone you will always be the most beautiful girl in the room ©Rachel-erika Henderson 2010
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Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
To someone...
to the grocer i run to find the best sandwich buns and the finest wine to see on the budget that i heed no time to matter on the childs nose she'll wipe it her own "we must run now it's time to leave throw that purple dress on i just sleeved" to the barbershop i take little john so much like his father i admire his cute little cheeks perked up in a smile makes me fall in love all over again with his father two babes on my hips as i stole the wiles one ham, two loaves, a bag of potatoes yogurt, milk and five tomatoes and two candles for mom and dads own table coming close to five o'clock i put on the crock *** put the stove on for this monday night dinner the side soup on just a simmer coming close to six I give my husband a quick fix of beer and wine for me as we sit "What a day" he whispers, looking at me "What a day.." i said, looking back at him. "..henderson said Johnny had hair just like yours when he used to cut it. and pat gave the girls two pink bows in line when we were at the grocer But the girls next door, as we were washing potatoes said they have never seen a girl so happy and I asked why? (you know I'm so gossipy) They said, 'Why Sophie, your love shows right on your face'" I could hardly look my husband in the eye "you've got one hell of a place"
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
Family
Do you remember The water lilies On Henderson's pond? Were there lilies there, I cannot recall? Sure, you remember, We came with the boys To fish and gaze. Boys? What boys were they? My mind's just a haze. Our boys, young Jacob And John, remember Them? John and Jacob? We had two sons? Sure, We did, way back then, Years before. Where are They now? Are they here About? No, don't you Remember? They died In the War. You cried For days and for years. Poor dears; don't recall Them, my mind's a haze. You must remember, How can you forget? Who are you, then, dear? Have we ever met?
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
MEMORY LOST.
Farewell my lovely, Henderson had said, Pushing his hat to The back of his head, Breaking a smile a Mile wide, giving Jess A touching lips kiss, A small salute, thinking Of war, the shedding Of blood, a medal Or two, all in one Piece, if he got through, Which he didn't, caught His dying end in 42 and his Drawled words lingered in The air wherever She went, on the porch Sitting and looking Out at the sky or In bed gazing at His photo on The side, wishing he Had lived long and loved, Not fought fierce and died.
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
FAREWELL MY LOVELY
Today is your birthday, And I should be happy, But my grief from your lost Is causing me despondency. Our memories flash in my head constantly, And honestly, I still wish you was here so I can be Daddy’s little Girl To. Maybe that’ll take away my Fears Of guns and bullet wounds. The blood that splatters and fumes, And nothing that I can do to stop My mind that assumes The president will continue to let This resume in the sake Of living I wish I had you to groom My life when needed. I see little girls hugged in their daddies arms, And all I can do is close my eyes While my insides are screaming. I wish this despair would go away. Lord is this a wakeup call For the sins I have to pay? The grief that takes over my Life, And the non-existence of allay, But you know everything happens for A reason, Even though sometimes in my heart I feel treason of betrayal and Cool season. Daddy my time with you Was very S H O R T. I’ve became anti-social, And built my own private Fort. Lord I have no resorts, and I’m down to my last. Lord what am I supposed to do when, School, friends, family, and life Kicking me in the a$$? Daddy you’re rested up and gone, I just pray you left me a spot Next to you when I get Home. I pray when I start feeling like this That you’ll never leave me Alone. Daddy I will try and make My success seen for your sake, And finish what you didn’t. So upon your decease, Daddy may you rest in peace. ~October 27,2001- November 16,1974~ Love, Your Daughter Marci Henderson.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
Happy Birthday Daddy
Today is your birthday, And I should be happy, But my grief from your lost Is causing me despondency. Our memories flash in my head constantly, And honestly, I still wish you was here so I can be Daddy’s little Girl To. Maybe that’ll take away my Fears Of guns and bullet wounds. The blood that splatters and fumes, And nothing that I can do to stop My mind that assumes The president will continue to let This resume in the sake Of living I wish I had you to groom My life when needed. I see little girls hugged in their daddies arms, And all I can do is close my eyes While my insides are screaming. I wish this despair would go away. Lord is this a wakeup call For the sins I have to pay? The grief that takes over my Life, And the non-existence of allay, But you know everything happens for A reason, Even though sometimes in my heart I feel treason of betrayal and Cool season. Daddy my time with you Was very S H O R T. I’ve became anti-social, And built my own private Fort. Lord I have no resorts, and I’m down to my last. Lord what am I supposed to do when, School, friends, family, and life Kicking me in the a$$? Daddy you’re rested up and gone, I just pray you left me a spot Next to you when I get Home. I pray when I start feeling like this That you’ll never leave me Alone. Daddy I will try and make My success seen for your sake, And finish what you didn’t. So upon your decease, Daddy may you rest in peace. ~October 27,2001- November 16,1974~ Love, Your Daughter Marci Henderson.
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Henderson Blue with a voice to sing It was his pitch in being the thing He is not well known But has talent and it shall be shown But there is more to Henderson Blue He knows how to act Being able to project Henderson Blue doesn’t lack It’s his words that transcend into an enterprise But it is his dramatics that surprise Henderson Blue makes the audience feel that they are wise When Henderson Blue hits a note You automatically know that he is no joke Henderson sings because he wants to inspire He states, “He wants individuals to have a desire” Henderson’s parents were his role model He stands on dignity and pride A gift to sing The elegance and harmony being a bling Henderson sings in the glory of the optive Continue to sing with the performance to give Henderson Blue, you are you own marquee It won’t be long for the world to see Into our hearts as we.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
HENDERSON BLUE
The rich kids line up to receive capitalist communion; The poor kids line up strangled by their holy binding— Henderson, 2018
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
(17) Churches
No comic or school books What im about to say Its why we are here..... Somewhere along the way They erased us My geniology Is fake they erased me They lie in school An lie on reality Im king blood heir That means by blood the land is mine If the earth gave me What blacks indiands an many slaves Were offered I wouldnt take anything less Besides the greatest generation All of humanity ends at Z G Look it up homie Everyone sinned an goes to hell Now that every man is involved We evolve Rise up And become Gods Yes Gods on Earth Yes faster then light speed Yes the bible creates an new light Allah creates a new command All religion nature Nationality Heritage Its all ******* Media lies Ask why isnt there a movie about Zack Zack is heir This biblical Everyone lie to themselves Weaker an weaker day by day Everyone doesnt die ***** Just most you But Not me No you lied I wrote it down George washington would be proud He would say Zack Im sorry we failed 1 movie **** ancestry.com I post the heirs why im not on tv Every war traces back to me It goes past alexander the great Ask alexander jonahthan crow He the last recipt online Its a land document Search new hampshire Henderson home Youll see ruth The last an 1st cherokee woman chief Thats when they started After all this ******** I wont be suprised If they found a man millions old Had live top secret blood An clone an create me I have the ancestry I also have the visions Thr provisions The inventions Youre too poor an earths too tiny A man like me just needs To keep dying Waking again And again This has to end let me live All it takes is a day A speech from the president On how 120 years before birth I was framed Claimed Slaved I die knowing im not wrong This needs to be on the news All school books lie Just ask Zack Poet of our generation Artist of our life Ruler of our future intentions And fortunes losses My claims I pray
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Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 6:40 PM UTC
"Heir Earth" By: Z
No comic or school books What im about to say Its why we are here..... Somewhere along the way They erased us My geniology Is fake they erased me They lie in school An lie on reality Im king blood heir That means by blood the land is mine If the earth gave me What blacks indiands an many slaves Were offered I wouldnt take anything less Besides the greatest generation All of humanity ends at Z G Look it up homie Everyone sinned an goes to hell Now that every man is involved We evolve Rise up And become Gods Yes Gods on Earth Yes faster then light speed Yes the bible creates an new light Allah creates a new command All religion nature Nationality Heritage Its all ******* Media lies Ask why isnt there a movie about Zack Zack is heir This biblical Everyone lie to themselves Weaker an weaker day by day Everyone doesnt die ***** Just most you But Not me No you lied I wrote it down George washington would be proud He would say Zack Im sorry we failed 1 movie **** ancestry.com I post the heirs why im not on tv Every war traces back to me It goes past alexander the great Ask alexander jonahthan crow He the last recipt online Its a land document Search new hampshire Henderson home Youll see ruth The last an 1st cherokee woman chief Thats when they started After all this ******** I wont be suprised If they found a man millions old Had live top secret blood An clone an create me I have the ancestry I also have the visions Thr provisions The inventions Youre too poor an earths too tiny A man like me just needs To keep dying Waking again And again This has to end let me live All it takes is a day A speech from the president On how 120 years before birth I was framed Claimed Slaved I die knowing im not wrong This needs to be on the news All school books lie Just ask Zack Poet of our generation Artist of our life Ruler of our future intentions And fortunes losses My claims I pray
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When I look into the mirror I imagine the size I want to be As I look closer, all I see is me, Losing my weight, Loving myself more It’s always on my mind As I Daily I struggle with my weight, work harder to lose my weight Still I give it all I got All I see is me, Losing my weight Loving myself more Staying consistent, humble, and meek It’s a daily task changing the way I think and eat All I see is me, Losing my weight, Loving myself more. The days go by, the craving aren’t as bad The more I lose my weight, I don’t feel as sad All I see is me, Loving myself more I’m comfortable with my size And exercising is starting to come easy now It’s not just what you eat, It’s how you eat As I’m losing my weight Loving myself more Truly I feel better about myself Losing weight is more than the reduction of size, It’s the way you live And learning to put your pride aside Written by Rufus Calvin Henderson
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Losing My Weight, Yet Loving Myself More