"homiez" poems - Hello Poetry

Take a ride with me, Give me your ear, your eyes; Like stellar days of old, I will tell no lies. You see my days weren't complicated, When the rivers ran red, It was a bullet or the money, Family gotta stay fed. Your silent gestures cannot fathom What was my everyday, Like the hardened hollows of my soul, I took my gun to the park to play. This was my life From my chest into these words, Every link in the chain, I am tied down by haunted verbs. Kindle old fires And set your daily a blaze, I survived with deep wounds, To the past I am a slave. Give me my homiez, All dead and gone, Give a sip of that Henny, I'll drip some on the lawn. This is me, Just an old **** I'll remember the tombstones, On bent knee I the marble a hug. Today I am whipped Among all the sorrows, But being a survivor Give me hope for all the tomorrows. The westside, Like a weary night ***** No coming back, no coming back, I can't take no more..... Pick out a casket And don't remember my name, Anonymous me, A Dedpoet who carried the blame.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC

dedpoet

San Anto: Westside Survival

Take a ride with me, Give me your ear, your eyes; Like stellar days of old, I will tell no lies. You see my days weren't complicated, When the rivers ran red, It was a bullet or the money, Family gotta stay fed. Your silent gestures cannot fathom What was my everyday, Like the hardened hollows of my soul, I took my gun to the park to play. This was my life From my chest into these words, Every link in the chain, I am tied down by haunted verbs. Kindle old fires And set your daily a blaze, I survived with deep wounds, To the past I am a slave. Give me my homiez, All dead and gone, Give a sip of that Henny, I'll drip some on the lawn. This is me, Just an old **** I'll remember the tombstones, On bent knee I the marble a hug. Today I am whipped Among all the sorrows, But being a survivor Give me hope for all the tomorrows. The westside, Like a weary night ***** No coming back, no coming back, I can't take no more..... Pick out a casket And don't remember my name, Anonymous me, A Dedpoet who carried the blame.

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This life has 2 get better Eye StaYup all night for nothing Close my Eyes and hope to see you Soon Cops pulling up homieZ dien slowly All Eye think about is the future and how great it will be Eye think about it all Won't stop Missing that weekend

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Feb 20, 2014

Feb 20, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC

greenlakebro

miss

This life has 2 get better Eye StaYup all night for nothing Close my Eyes and hope to see you Soon Cops pulling up homieZ dien slowly All Eye think about is the future and how great it will be Eye think about it all Won't stop Missing that weekend

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Where the first candle was lit At midnight mass, You greaved forward the light And blessed the joint, Took a puff and inevitable Like the cries of the kids Chasing the raspa man, Said puff puff pass. Over summer 95 with An eternal cusp of weathered Youth we drove the neighborhood In the Accord I was given, At times I believe for graduating Jr High, your unbeatable design To get us laid was never like the fated quartet moon That you held in respect almost Soldier like. Remembered C-5 Galaxy and the base we could never get into, A roar of sunset glow and the Colors we flew for our street Wer more than the rainbow Could bear, A spectrum of a place and Time that only A whispered gallantry when You took that knife for me, Always the duo, Once alone, Taken with the ways of men. I did nothing with my Pano, the red handkerchief That all the homiez through In a sea of red, I swear I heard the Taps Being played by Carlos Santana, I took a breath and lay Out a cry, One that still runs the barrio, Mi amigo, Once the road in a present dream Taken like the winds And a memory's glance, You are there And I still, My Friend, Westside intangibles.

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Sep 25, 2017

Sep 25, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC

dedpoet

Westside Amigo

Where the first candle was lit At midnight mass, You greaved forward the light And blessed the joint, Took a puff and inevitable Like the cries of the kids Chasing the raspa man, Said puff puff pass. Over summer 95 with An eternal cusp of weathered Youth we drove the neighborhood In the Accord I was given, At times I believe for graduating Jr High, your unbeatable design To get us laid was never like the fated quartet moon That you held in respect almost Soldier like. Remembered C-5 Galaxy and the base we could never get into, A roar of sunset glow and the Colors we flew for our street Wer more than the rainbow Could bear, A spectrum of a place and Time that only A whispered gallantry when You took that knife for me, Always the duo, Once alone, Taken with the ways of men. I did nothing with my Pano, the red handkerchief That all the homiez through In a sea of red, I swear I heard the Taps Being played by Carlos Santana, I took a breath and lay Out a cry, One that still runs the barrio, Mi amigo, Once the road in a present dream Taken like the winds And a memory's glance, You are there And I still, My Friend, Westside intangibles.

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