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"hoods" poems

Burning fuel but not to leave, boys circled town, came back to the station where they began. Gas exhaust drifted like spirits above asphalt, dissolving in the night. Girls stayed in the lot, waiting for men old enough to buy liquor, their names claiming the land- long after other names lay buried in the ground. They kept to the faces, legs folded on hoods, lip gloss catching the station lights, bracelets chiming, hair flips rehearsed, laughing at trucks circling back. They wanted to be chosen, and I tried to want that too- tried to be a girl among girls, waiting for the moment some hand would tug me out of the circle. But my eyes kept straying- across the street, to the rise that was not just dirt but a chest under earth, ribs shifting, a hum curling into my throat. Something skeletal in its patience, as if Baykok himself were sharpening arrows in the dark, waiting for breath to break. Built long before us by Ojibwe, still honored as sacred ground. The others smoked, struck sparks, sequins spilling from careless wrists, never thinking how easily flame might travel down, through us, into what we couldn’t see. I could hear bones shifting, a buried drumbeat, the land’s own warning. Every glance of the mound pulled me back into silence. It told me what the others didn’t want to know- that all this circling, waiting, was only the lid of a grave.

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 12:02 AM UTC

Burning fuel but not to leave, boys circled town, came back to the station where they began. Gas exhaust drifted like spirits above asphalt, dissolving in the night. Girls stayed in the lot, waiting for men old enough to buy liquor, their names claiming the land- long after other names lay buried in the ground. They kept to the faces, legs folded on hoods, lip gloss catching the station lights, bracelets chiming, hair flips rehearsed, laughing at trucks circling back. They wanted to be chosen, and I tried to want that too- tried to be a girl among girls, waiting for the moment some hand would tug me out of the circle. But my eyes kept straying- across the street, to the rise that was not just dirt but a chest under earth, ribs shifting, a hum curling into my throat. Something skeletal in its patience, as if Baykok himself were sharpening arrows in the dark, waiting for breath to break. Built long before us by Ojibwe, still honored as sacred ground. The others smoked, struck sparks, sequins spilling from careless wrists, never thinking how easily flame might travel down, through us, into what we couldn’t see. I could hear bones shifting, a buried drumbeat, the land’s own warning. Every glance of the mound pulled me back into silence. It told me what the others didn’t want to know- that all this circling, waiting, was only the lid of a grave.

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Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti Being bled onto The landscapes between thighs Incarcerating women's wombs Justifying men's genes Foreigners appropriating Women's and men's sexualities Losing the power to be When changing our roles' long overdue Gendering our words and attitudes Man, who taught you to be a chauvinist! Woman, who taught you to be a ********* Don't put your god in gendered bigotry Do man's emotions feminize him? When will women freely carry torches! What gender do you assign this voice? What gender do you assign this words? Will the masses even understand these choices? Don't worry, my sexuality won't infect you Criminalizing sexuality Placing it front and center, implying that's all I am Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti Being bled onto The landscapes between thighs Graffiti, defiling the masses not high classes Because men and women of society Full of stride, take pride, in their gendered hyde Graffiti, defiling the masses not high classes Ignored hoods, barrios, countrysides, ghettos, projects Devouring women's and men's bodies Younger and younger people falling to HIV/AIDS and STDS Vaginas receiving the violence, wombs bringing misery LGBT youth ****** into fire Lost males (in mental chains) ****** to assert their manhoods Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti Full of dangerous chemicals, being sprayed onto The landscapes between thighs Attempting to legislate our stories, without warrant

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Jan 29, 2013

Jan 29, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC

emanuel-martinez

Graffiti (Between Landscapes of Thighs)

Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti Being bled onto The landscapes between thighs Incarcerating women's wombs Justifying men's genes Foreigners appropriating Women's and men's sexualities Losing the power to be When changing our roles' long overdue Gendering our words and attitudes Man, who taught you to be a chauvinist! Woman, who taught you to be a ********* Don't put your god in gendered bigotry Do man's emotions feminize him? When will women freely carry torches! What gender do you assign this voice? What gender do you assign this words? Will the masses even understand these choices? Don't worry, my sexuality won't infect you Criminalizing sexuality Placing it front and center, implying that's all I am Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti Being bled onto The landscapes between thighs Graffiti, defiling the masses not high classes Because men and women of society Full of stride, take pride, in their gendered hyde Graffiti, defiling the masses not high classes Ignored hoods, barrios, countrysides, ghettos, projects Devouring women's and men's bodies Younger and younger people falling to HIV/AIDS and STDS Vaginas receiving the violence, wombs bringing misery LGBT youth ****** into fire Lost males (in mental chains) ****** to assert their manhoods Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti Full of dangerous chemicals, being sprayed onto The landscapes between thighs Attempting to legislate our stories, without warrant

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I walk around my neighborhood with my sister We wear white mask and black coats with hoods There’s never anyone in the neighborhood She said "It's too quiet." Yet you could hear the sink left on From houses people forgot they had Maybe they lost their house keys "Did you know that before that house was bought, there were squatters ?" "How do you know?" "I know because they were teens like me, but they ran out of luck.” “They had no money, did they?” “No money for what? Oh, they had money, but not enough.” “Enough for what?” I said “Making dreams come true in reality.” I remember telling my mom what I wanted to do for others in life Once I got done she asked me “But what do you want for yourself?” I said “To be known.” She said “What if your not known like singers, dancers and actors?” See I hadn't thought that far. Maybe that's why they became squatters In a house with broken blinds There was not a place for them My sister said “Maybe their dreams slipped through a crack in the floor of their old house.” Of the house in which they prayed for things to get better. Paid light and water bills And barely made it She asked if they were lovers “If they were, I wouldn't know. I doubt it.” We wipe the condensation from the insides of our mask With the ends of our sleeves and adjust our hoods As they adjust their blinds to the outside world.

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May 24, 2016

May 24, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC

I walk around my neighborhood with my sister We wear white mask and black coats with hoods There’s never anyone in the neighborhood She said "It's too quiet." Yet you could hear the sink left on From houses people forgot they had Maybe they lost their house keys "Did you know that before that house was bought, there were squatters ?" "How do you know?" "I know because they were teens like me, but they ran out of luck.” “They had no money, did they?” “No money for what? Oh, they had money, but not enough.” “Enough for what?” I said “Making dreams come true in reality.” I remember telling my mom what I wanted to do for others in life Once I got done she asked me “But what do you want for yourself?” I said “To be known.” She said “What if your not known like singers, dancers and actors?” See I hadn't thought that far. Maybe that's why they became squatters In a house with broken blinds There was not a place for them My sister said “Maybe their dreams slipped through a crack in the floor of their old house.” Of the house in which they prayed for things to get better. Paid light and water bills And barely made it She asked if they were lovers “If they were, I wouldn't know. I doubt it.” We wipe the condensation from the insides of our mask With the ends of our sleeves and adjust our hoods As they adjust their blinds to the outside world.

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It's the little things in life that can change the way you feel, like a kiss on the cheek, a flower in your hair or going for a meal They say money makes the world go round, and money can buy you some amazing things but it only takes a smile to wake me up in the winter mornings Like a ladybird cautious to land, eventually it will flutter down and reach for your hand Let it guide you through the woods, stone and prickle and wolves in hoods. Till at last you taste the sun, you need not worry about what's to come. Its the simple things in life that matter the most, sugar in your tea, jam and butter on your toast Don't be afraid to take a chance, Show yourself to me, laugh and dance Be free to dream, love and kiss There isn't a single part of you that I would want to miss.

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Sep 8, 2010

Sep 8, 2010 at 12:21 PM UTC

The Little Things In Life

It's the little things in life that can change the way you feel, like a kiss on the cheek, a flower in your hair or going for a meal They say money makes the world go round, and money can buy you some amazing things but it only takes a smile to wake me up in the winter mornings Like a ladybird cautious to land, eventually it will flutter down and reach for your hand Let it guide you through the woods, stone and prickle and wolves in hoods. Till at last you taste the sun, you need not worry about what's to come. Its the simple things in life that matter the most, sugar in your tea, jam and butter on your toast Don't be afraid to take a chance, Show yourself to me, laugh and dance Be free to dream, love and kiss There isn't a single part of you that I would want to miss.

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For our Echoing Little Red Riding Hoods Lagging behind in the Opposition Departments Lets help you out by offering some buzzwords For your important assignments even though they've been floated around forever, But we understand you need some help catching up So memorize these basic premises And please enrich your lives and utilise your valuable time by raking your little brains to create poems with them Lets begin with ITALIAN , don't forget RAINBOW, LIES is also in, add RESPECT, throw in RUDENESS, factor in LITTLE GIRL, remember ANGEL, write about TRUST, that much overuse term, throw in BLACK - that's quite a popular one. Also PINK is quite up the scale, as well as HEART- Broken ( as if ) and pleeeezee make a big fuss on LONELINESS That's a big seller. APPLE and SERPENT did appear now and again so trigger them as you like. How about BETRAYAL, LOYALTY, FAKE FRIENDS and that famous one, FOUR or is it THREE, what about BONES, Lets not forget SKELETON or even ANOREXIC, let also remember SCREAM, that was a scream..hahah see what I did there! Remember GREY that has a bit of colour and what about BUCK or even DOOR-MAT that was a wipe-off or SUBMISSIVE another popular one. Hmmm...what about HAIR CUT or TOMBOY or DIGITAL those are quite good or WOODGREEN or HULL or DOG that reared its head...woof....woof...hahahah or CEREAL, beats me what that's about or even MONEY..though that never was an issue, how about GOLD-DIGGER just for drama or 50/50 which has been mentioned. Hey! don't forget RED, what to do without that pinking away. So please Little Hoods, students of the Opposition Department keep with the programme and work on these pointers crack your little brains and write poems like crazy little ants Your contribution is valuable cause persistent is the Key. Keep up with your assignment and forget all other things Oppose, oppose, oppose, work those little brains!

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC

Echo Heads & Cowpat.....hahaha

For our Echoing Little Red Riding Hoods Lagging behind in the Opposition Departments Lets help you out by offering some buzzwords For your important assignments even though they've been floated around forever, But we understand you need some help catching up So memorize these basic premises And please enrich your lives and utilise your valuable time by raking your little brains to create poems with them Lets begin with ITALIAN , don't forget RAINBOW, LIES is also in, add RESPECT, throw in RUDENESS, factor in LITTLE GIRL, remember ANGEL, write about TRUST, that much overuse term, throw in BLACK - that's quite a popular one. Also PINK is quite up the scale, as well as HEART- Broken ( as if ) and pleeeezee make a big fuss on LONELINESS That's a big seller. APPLE and SERPENT did appear now and again so trigger them as you like. How about BETRAYAL, LOYALTY, FAKE FRIENDS and that famous one, FOUR or is it THREE, what about BONES, Lets not forget SKELETON or even ANOREXIC, let also remember SCREAM, that was a scream..hahah see what I did there! Remember GREY that has a bit of colour and what about BUCK or even DOOR-MAT that was a wipe-off or SUBMISSIVE another popular one. Hmmm...what about HAIR CUT or TOMBOY or DIGITAL those are quite good or WOODGREEN or HULL or DOG that reared its head...woof....woof...hahahah or CEREAL, beats me what that's about or even MONEY..though that never was an issue, how about GOLD-DIGGER just for drama or 50/50 which has been mentioned. Hey! don't forget RED, what to do without that pinking away. So please Little Hoods, students of the Opposition Department keep with the programme and work on these pointers crack your little brains and write poems like crazy little ants Your contribution is valuable cause persistent is the Key. Keep up with your assignment and forget all other things Oppose, oppose, oppose, work those little brains!

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An Oklahoma politician wants to outlaw hoodies in the hood It's true, it must be I read it in Fox News :) I'd sooner be in Missouri or Cleveland or New York City where you don't have to wear a hoody or raise your hands to get shot There are other things more pressing than hoodies in the hood that don't need ironing like hoods in suits and the elephant in the room that needs shooting.

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC

An Oklahoma politician wants to outlaw hoodies in the hood It's true, it must be I read it in Fox News :) I'd sooner be in Missouri or Cleveland or New York City where you don't have to wear a hoody or raise your hands to get shot There are other things more pressing than hoodies in the hood that don't need ironing like hoods in suits and the elephant in the room that needs shooting.

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Yet I Am Ready Watching the waves eat away the castles made of sand Staring at the way wind is churning at infrastructure land like a big bad wolf who found the fear and lean foundation of a brick house I am ready for her hand I am all ready Traversing fields filled with fruitless wonders burning tundras rolling thunders A Man attempting to put out its grand made funeral pyre with nothing but a Jack and Jill bucket filled with reverse osmosis electrolyte infused hydrogen oxygen expired prayers I am Ready for no man land I have a radio already Listening to Nokia raven chirps and bubble bee gyrations. Evergreens whispers as wild blooms break concrete and asphalt and building plans giving smiles to homeless man and woman dreamers flowering in the night lights that were supposed to replace stars I am ready for the woods to takeover the hoods for bear feets to take over the streets for napkins to become extinct to write with my god-given red ink so that my being will dye into stone and dirt To leave my DNA on my mothers belly and hear her cry As she covers my mouth closes her eyes tearful from radioactive winds let her know that I loved her and hugged her every chance I could I am ready to give up me for we have not given back enough We have devoured the essence and forgotten how to seed and harvest the nothing has become us which is why Earths flesh is colored rust like blood mixed with scratching dust we have bruised the body and wonder if we can blame something someone else but US Every time the finger points the object of our deflection disappears Rearrange the letters she was trying to help us HEARt Rearrange the letters EARth is trying to make us Heart I'm trying to make us Ear These MTHFCKRS are among US. We have bred them with our love lust still unaware that they a fungus These MTHRFCKRS have become US they save a life to **** it from us. they manufacture fakes to stunt us These MTHRFCKRS have become US Ideas devoid of what we need to come up She must go now and rip it from us We must shed our blood just to fund us Cause these MTHRFCKRS have out done US

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Apr 12, 2017

Apr 12, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC

These MTHRFCKRS Have Become US

Yet I Am Ready Watching the waves eat away the castles made of sand Staring at the way wind is churning at infrastructure land like a big bad wolf who found the fear and lean foundation of a brick house I am ready for her hand I am all ready Traversing fields filled with fruitless wonders burning tundras rolling thunders A Man attempting to put out its grand made funeral pyre with nothing but a Jack and Jill bucket filled with reverse osmosis electrolyte infused hydrogen oxygen expired prayers I am Ready for no man land I have a radio already Listening to Nokia raven chirps and bubble bee gyrations. Evergreens whispers as wild blooms break concrete and asphalt and building plans giving smiles to homeless man and woman dreamers flowering in the night lights that were supposed to replace stars I am ready for the woods to takeover the hoods for bear feets to take over the streets for napkins to become extinct to write with my god-given red ink so that my being will dye into stone and dirt To leave my DNA on my mothers belly and hear her cry As she covers my mouth closes her eyes tearful from radioactive winds let her know that I loved her and hugged her every chance I could I am ready to give up me for we have not given back enough We have devoured the essence and forgotten how to seed and harvest the nothing has become us which is why Earths flesh is colored rust like blood mixed with scratching dust we have bruised the body and wonder if we can blame something someone else but US Every time the finger points the object of our deflection disappears Rearrange the letters she was trying to help us HEARt Rearrange the letters EARth is trying to make us Heart I'm trying to make us Ear These MTHFCKRS are among US. We have bred them with our love lust still unaware that they a fungus These MTHRFCKRS have become US they save a life to **** it from us. they manufacture fakes to stunt us These MTHRFCKRS have become US Ideas devoid of what we need to come up She must go now and rip it from us We must shed our blood just to fund us Cause these MTHRFCKRS have out done US

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I think about the face of a woman and her smooth skin soft lips the curvature of the Earth is kin to her hips I feel humanity suffering needlessly beneath her cells as I wander her valleys and sand-dune hills she is the beach the ocean the calling of many gulls screaming for food and I love her white ******* But she is sneaky and cares for me caressing is painful I see it in my own eyes the next day when the smudgy bruises flit across my reflection But men understand without either of us speaking a **** word we drive we shout we catcall we game the music takes us and we run for days doing nothing anything and i guess sometimes we **** Succinct and supernatural Brawn or brown skin or bright ideas gone awry always a good day with the gang or the bros I feel safer in the hoods I want her to notice me, and to shyly skip over like she did last week i want to kiss her neck and pull back soon enough to catch her half-lidded gaze into the abyss behind me I want to wear boxers and treat her to fancy dinners But I want to be her I want taste a mustache I want to be lifted overhead like a little sister and brought back to the earth with sweet exploration Impossibility I want women and men to be the same thing

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC

I think about the face of a woman and her smooth skin soft lips the curvature of the Earth is kin to her hips I feel humanity suffering needlessly beneath her cells as I wander her valleys and sand-dune hills she is the beach the ocean the calling of many gulls screaming for food and I love her white ******* But she is sneaky and cares for me caressing is painful I see it in my own eyes the next day when the smudgy bruises flit across my reflection But men understand without either of us speaking a **** word we drive we shout we catcall we game the music takes us and we run for days doing nothing anything and i guess sometimes we **** Succinct and supernatural Brawn or brown skin or bright ideas gone awry always a good day with the gang or the bros I feel safer in the hoods I want her to notice me, and to shyly skip over like she did last week i want to kiss her neck and pull back soon enough to catch her half-lidded gaze into the abyss behind me I want to wear boxers and treat her to fancy dinners But I want to be her I want taste a mustache I want to be lifted overhead like a little sister and brought back to the earth with sweet exploration Impossibility I want women and men to be the same thing

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The streets are clear, we're hydrophobic Hoods propped by hats and socks pulled high; The rain brings peace to the agoraphobic Puddles form moats and clouds fill the sky. Splash, droplets hit the window, chauffeured by the gale outside. Squint your eyes and flash back boats tilt starboard, with the tide. The captain shouts to the decks, paranoid 'Clear the decks and brace for impact' Without turbulence we are disenfranchised Boredom becomes us when we're boring. Shake it off and stare at the dot to dot the residual carving of water as it slides Another droplet falls beside it, parallel it aligns, growling thunder overhead. Without stirring we are robotic workforces Without awaking we are left inside The constructs created for us, by corporate- conglomerate elitist-psychopaths. Two drops of water on the window simmer red with burning anger. Crash lightening sears the sky Rage becomes you, girders melt. The starry night undercurrent, flings us backwards, never up, as democracies which seek to serve sink into a sea of stocks and shares, the wall street journal sits atop the captains lobby, economies were meant to tumble as the working classes fumble for bread, men in suits gaggle and toast to the millions they left for dead. Resistance is futile, when eighty-five of the richest suit owners sit on currency that was meant for the three point five billion who aren’t driven by gluttony.

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Nov 7, 2014

Nov 7, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC

The streets are clear, we're hydrophobic Hoods propped by hats and socks pulled high; The rain brings peace to the agoraphobic Puddles form moats and clouds fill the sky. Splash, droplets hit the window, chauffeured by the gale outside. Squint your eyes and flash back boats tilt starboard, with the tide. The captain shouts to the decks, paranoid 'Clear the decks and brace for impact' Without turbulence we are disenfranchised Boredom becomes us when we're boring. Shake it off and stare at the dot to dot the residual carving of water as it slides Another droplet falls beside it, parallel it aligns, growling thunder overhead. Without stirring we are robotic workforces Without awaking we are left inside The constructs created for us, by corporate- conglomerate elitist-psychopaths. Two drops of water on the window simmer red with burning anger. Crash lightening sears the sky Rage becomes you, girders melt. The starry night undercurrent, flings us backwards, never up, as democracies which seek to serve sink into a sea of stocks and shares, the wall street journal sits atop the captains lobby, economies were meant to tumble as the working classes fumble for bread, men in suits gaggle and toast to the millions they left for dead. Resistance is futile, when eighty-five of the richest suit owners sit on currency that was meant for the three point five billion who aren’t driven by gluttony.

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The sun forever guiding, Their hoods forever rising. The times are never changing, Our cave forever breaking. A cause so lost in the dust of the Earth. A pause so long, the ancients heard. A man so strong, the river yearned To cloak his self and the life he earned. Under the waterfall, I am shunned by nature's screeching cries, And drowned in hooded leeching lies! A great machine that changed the time! Twisting in a brilliant path, Above the cave, the water's last Falls upon the empty man Willful to be drowned in red.

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Oct 23, 2015

Oct 23, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC

Lost to Ancient Law

The sun forever guiding, Their hoods forever rising. The times are never changing, Our cave forever breaking. A cause so lost in the dust of the Earth. A pause so long, the ancients heard. A man so strong, the river yearned To cloak his self and the life he earned. Under the waterfall, I am shunned by nature's screeching cries, And drowned in hooded leeching lies! A great machine that changed the time! Twisting in a brilliant path, Above the cave, the water's last Falls upon the empty man Willful to be drowned in red.

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We need more pirates A few Robin hoods Not forgetting Ghandis And others who give a F### The worlds in the ******* Religions half to blame The rest is down to the ruling class 1700s again. ATOS are the healers, Lib Dems are all confused. UKIP are crazy and Labour's coloured blue! So let's have some pirates some men stuffed full of *** Do a Guy Faulks and this time BLOW THEM UP!!!

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC

We need more pirates A few Robin hoods Not forgetting Ghandis And others who give a F### The worlds in the ******* Religions half to blame The rest is down to the ruling class 1700s again. ATOS are the healers, Lib Dems are all confused. UKIP are crazy and Labour's coloured blue! So let's have some pirates some men stuffed full of *** Do a Guy Faulks and this time BLOW THEM UP!!!

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EYES IN THE WOODS Eyes eyes eyes in the woods, eyes eyes under dark green hoods. Eyes in the dark eyes in the light, eyes shining dim eyes shining bright. Eyes filled with fear eyes coming near Eyes like twinkling devious burning flames, Eyes eyes eyes they are never the same. Eyes say yes eyes say no, eyes are the portals from where all imagination flows Eyes eyes eyes in the woods eyes eyes eyes under dark green hoods.

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC

Eyes in the Woods

EYES IN THE WOODS Eyes eyes eyes in the woods, eyes eyes under dark green hoods. Eyes in the dark eyes in the light, eyes shining dim eyes shining bright. Eyes filled with fear eyes coming near Eyes like twinkling devious burning flames, Eyes eyes eyes they are never the same. Eyes say yes eyes say no, eyes are the portals from where all imagination flows Eyes eyes eyes in the woods eyes eyes eyes under dark green hoods.

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Blurring, Through a lifeless realm of light. Blinding, Is the massive ray display! Phasing through two different voids, As life enfolds, the dark engulfed. Before the storm, The tallest bricks reform. And waves ring silence, As the boat stays on the shore! I'll travel to the distant past To cast the gauntlet to the mass! As the wise men fill with rage, Their heads take cover Under hoods of shape! Detonate!

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC

Above and Behind the Cloaks

Blurring, Through a lifeless realm of light. Blinding, Is the massive ray display! Phasing through two different voids, As life enfolds, the dark engulfed. Before the storm, The tallest bricks reform. And waves ring silence, As the boat stays on the shore! I'll travel to the distant past To cast the gauntlet to the mass! As the wise men fill with rage, Their heads take cover Under hoods of shape! Detonate!

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Bonfire smoke rises into the skies and a fire crackles with the dry leaves. Pumpkin spices roam the chilling winds, trying to find those shirts with long sleeves. Friday night football games crack off into the night, kids laughing off in the woods. Drinking every drop of that hot chocolate, and pulling up those hoods. Cuddling up close with that someone, having those listless conversations. Then walking along those paths of lights, while you sing "I'll Be Home For Christmas".

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Oct 31, 2012

Oct 31, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC

This is the part where I am happy

Bonfire smoke rises into the skies and a fire crackles with the dry leaves. Pumpkin spices roam the chilling winds, trying to find those shirts with long sleeves. Friday night football games crack off into the night, kids laughing off in the woods. Drinking every drop of that hot chocolate, and pulling up those hoods. Cuddling up close with that someone, having those listless conversations. Then walking along those paths of lights, while you sing "I'll Be Home For Christmas".

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My problems never cease cuz adversaries try to bury me But since I'm initiated by the hoods They gats protect me catastrophe Been with me since my family tree Nothing crack dealers and cap peelers Seen life early wanted to the king So I chased figures Lookin' at all the cold cash I was stashin' Went from a jalopy to fly Benz Dark tint limo roll up the indo Cuz a brother gotta stay blitz always on a different **** never let the **** blind me Its money over ******* fake ******* get stitches No love bury with five slugs in ya cranium A young ****** on a war path a Ain't no tamin' em Since muthaphukkas jealous I gotta stay strapped Lookin' at the skies for better days askin' why? My life is like this why am enticed to this? **** imagery its the best of me Can't help if I want to abolish slavery Punks *** cops always chasin' me But my mind too strong to be caught up in the wrong I strategize with actions raw raps keep the Co's packin' Put out an APB for a **** nigguh livin' in this streets My heart goes out to the lonely I feel.ya pain Don't let the burden tare ya down Get up off ya *** if ya plan to make cash Cuz the ***** *** government never gone give ya a reprimand of a helping hand Lean on me and overthrow political rules I wamt the gold and silver not the fake *** jewels Paper currency ain't nothing but a advocate to debt So many lost in this world breakin' a sweat Tryna be something that's you'll never be And if a follow the footsteps of revolutionary I'll be a threat So what?? I'mma keep pushin' limits testin' nerves As I sip the henney and blunt as a swerve In my top drop feelin' right and tight Its the black Sun Tzu Thinkin' maybe I'll die tonight

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Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

My problems never cease cuz adversaries try to bury me But since I'm initiated by the hoods They gats protect me catastrophe Been with me since my family tree Nothing crack dealers and cap peelers Seen life early wanted to the king So I chased figures Lookin' at all the cold cash I was stashin' Went from a jalopy to fly Benz Dark tint limo roll up the indo Cuz a brother gotta stay blitz always on a different **** never let the **** blind me Its money over ******* fake ******* get stitches No love bury with five slugs in ya cranium A young ****** on a war path a Ain't no tamin' em Since muthaphukkas jealous I gotta stay strapped Lookin' at the skies for better days askin' why? My life is like this why am enticed to this? **** imagery its the best of me Can't help if I want to abolish slavery Punks *** cops always chasin' me But my mind too strong to be caught up in the wrong I strategize with actions raw raps keep the Co's packin' Put out an APB for a **** nigguh livin' in this streets My heart goes out to the lonely I feel.ya pain Don't let the burden tare ya down Get up off ya *** if ya plan to make cash Cuz the ***** *** government never gone give ya a reprimand of a helping hand Lean on me and overthrow political rules I wamt the gold and silver not the fake *** jewels Paper currency ain't nothing but a advocate to debt So many lost in this world breakin' a sweat Tryna be something that's you'll never be And if a follow the footsteps of revolutionary I'll be a threat So what?? I'mma keep pushin' limits testin' nerves As I sip the henney and blunt as a swerve In my top drop feelin' right and tight Its the black Sun Tzu Thinkin' maybe I'll die tonight

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I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas Not like the ones we used to know Where the hoods and robes are making things all ***** Those kooks dressed up white as snow I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas His uni underneath the tree With his new Doc Martins That he'll look smart in To show his mentality I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas I'm glad it only is one night With his new plaid shirt on This racist ***** Hia tree...has no coloured lights I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas What would he do if he just knew The KKK man Had better re-plan His Christ....he was born a jew I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, black or white, green or grey, red, brown and yellow. Have a wonderful Christmas Season, because it is Christmas after all.....and remember, this is just a poem, just fiction. I want a White Christmas, but, one with every colour of the rainbow treated equally, and hopefully some nice prezzies and a song or two by Andy Williams and Bing Crosby. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

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Dec 5, 2013

Dec 5, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC

I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas

I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas Not like the ones we used to know Where the hoods and robes are making things all ***** Those kooks dressed up white as snow I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas His uni underneath the tree With his new Doc Martins That he'll look smart in To show his mentality I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas I'm glad it only is one night With his new plaid shirt on This racist ***** Hia tree...has no coloured lights I'm dreaming of a WHITE Christmas What would he do if he just knew The KKK man Had better re-plan His Christ....he was born a jew I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, black or white, green or grey, red, brown and yellow. Have a wonderful Christmas Season, because it is Christmas after all.....and remember, this is just a poem, just fiction. I want a White Christmas, but, one with every colour of the rainbow treated equally, and hopefully some nice prezzies and a song or two by Andy Williams and Bing Crosby. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

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Sophisticated elegance Pornographic decadence Psychedelic trip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Hot spots undiscovered History recovered Dig in and take a dip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Darkness in the daytime Sunlight cleans the slime It's easier to grip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Tales of olden Hollywood Hangers on and hoods Changing what is hip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Sophisticated Decadence Pornographic Elegance The Chateau for a nip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip

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Oct 12, 2021

Oct 12, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC

Sophisticated elegance Pornographic decadence Psychedelic trip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Hot spots undiscovered History recovered Dig in and take a dip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Darkness in the daytime Sunlight cleans the slime It's easier to grip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Tales of olden Hollywood Hangers on and hoods Changing what is hip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Sophisticated Decadence Pornographic Elegance The Chateau for a nip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip

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Our coats are almost the same They keep us comfortable, colored Safely there, yes? Different zippers, different things Holding each of us together And similar but distinct Colors, more red in mine and Blue in yours, but Our coats are almost the same Pockets for thoughts you don't want to Open until later Hoods for hiding, sleeves for hiding Insecurities Mine has a hole, and as far as I know Yours does not Our coats are not the same And that's good Reservations at a fancy table in an Alright restaurant play out our words And the jackets remain on our chairs as we Leave, preoccupied with conversation

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May 12, 2011

May 12, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC

samuel-the-poet

Our coats are almost the same They keep us comfortable, colored Safely there, yes? Different zippers, different things Holding each of us together And similar but distinct Colors, more red in mine and Blue in yours, but Our coats are almost the same Pockets for thoughts you don't want to Open until later Hoods for hiding, sleeves for hiding Insecurities Mine has a hole, and as far as I know Yours does not Our coats are not the same And that's good Reservations at a fancy table in an Alright restaurant play out our words And the jackets remain on our chairs as we Leave, preoccupied with conversation

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took my caddie up the track gun held to the black hoods on for the clan attack planned it in my ****** shack ****** I want my 20 dollars back bullets stab you through your back huge machete to the sack and something else through your back ****** I want my money back back

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Jul 19, 2013

Jul 19, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC

ivan-tmymoneyback

up at the tracks

took my caddie up the track gun held to the black hoods on for the clan attack planned it in my ****** shack ****** I want my 20 dollars back bullets stab you through your back huge machete to the sack and something else through your back ****** I want my money back back

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we'm from the valleys, high in wales, dull as donkeys, hard as nails. torvaen town,blaenavon gwent, council caves,that some pay rent. black and white tellys, run on gas, houses wiv lectric,is upper class. we shoplift in winter, cos summers no good, you can't wear coats, you can't wear hoods. we once mined coal, made steel and iron, honest hardmen, pittance relied on. now thats all gone, thro government bullies, now hoodies steal goodies, from tesco and woolies. valley boy logic, philosophy real, all good fings come. ....to those who steal.

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Feb 24, 2010

Feb 24, 2010 at 9:58 AM UTC

we'm from the valleys, high in wales, dull as donkeys, hard as nails. torvaen town,blaenavon gwent, council caves,that some pay rent. black and white tellys, run on gas, houses wiv lectric,is upper class. we shoplift in winter, cos summers no good, you can't wear coats, you can't wear hoods. we once mined coal, made steel and iron, honest hardmen, pittance relied on. now thats all gone, thro government bullies, now hoodies steal goodies, from tesco and woolies. valley boy logic, philosophy real, all good fings come. ....to those who steal.

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I saw 13 black crows as black as 3AM and as big as vultures eyes with wings hanging to their sides like laundry on the line they were standing in a circle letting their tongues dry they’re coming for me like thieves or ghosts stealing songs, and whispering poems to themselves about nonsense and existence I don’t want to die I saw 4 black eagles, with horns growing towards the ground like columns or anchors reaching for the bottom their feathers folded like hands on a man resting in his coffin bending over each other rattling my bones drumming out the answers in ways I will need one day their hooves are giving me growing pains I sleep like a tornado I saw 18 black hawks, with beaks full of teeth roaring like a pack of wolves in perfect V with hoods over their eyes to cover up what they’ve seen secrets bouncing off the insides of their lips meant for me they landed on my life like spears, ears tucked back like arrow feathers wings spread wide like storm clouds over kansas hailing on me teaching me their dances, they gave me armor we will never die, we will never die, I don’t want to die, we will never die we will never die, but we don’t want to try, I don’t want to die, I won’t let you die we will never die, we won’t even try, but if we never die, then we never really live I saw 9 black owls, they were quiet as death they had talons like antlers growing from their hearts and they were tearing me apart each bird was tagged like cattle with one word and they burned them in to my mind...they read you have never lived because you have never died

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May 11, 2012

May 11, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC

dan-smith-of-listener

YOU HAVE NEVER LIVED BECAUSE YOU HAVE NEVER DIED (star cloister home of wisdom)

I saw 13 black crows as black as 3AM and as big as vultures eyes with wings hanging to their sides like laundry on the line they were standing in a circle letting their tongues dry they’re coming for me like thieves or ghosts stealing songs, and whispering poems to themselves about nonsense and existence I don’t want to die I saw 4 black eagles, with horns growing towards the ground like columns or anchors reaching for the bottom their feathers folded like hands on a man resting in his coffin bending over each other rattling my bones drumming out the answers in ways I will need one day their hooves are giving me growing pains I sleep like a tornado I saw 18 black hawks, with beaks full of teeth roaring like a pack of wolves in perfect V with hoods over their eyes to cover up what they’ve seen secrets bouncing off the insides of their lips meant for me they landed on my life like spears, ears tucked back like arrow feathers wings spread wide like storm clouds over kansas hailing on me teaching me their dances, they gave me armor we will never die, we will never die, I don’t want to die, we will never die we will never die, but we don’t want to try, I don’t want to die, I won’t let you die we will never die, we won’t even try, but if we never die, then we never really live I saw 9 black owls, they were quiet as death they had talons like antlers growing from their hearts and they were tearing me apart each bird was tagged like cattle with one word and they burned them in to my mind...they read you have never lived because you have never died

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From the slums of mexico city To the avenue of Hollywood, Around the bin of saks fifth avenue. To the know it all's, and all be goods. In the hoods, where ghetto girls are sweet Some are called hood bunnies Junkies are the daily keeps. I sleep sweet now I got out of Mexico city's way of life. The ghetto one The slum one The hood one Not saks fifth avenue. The hood, Gangster avenue.

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC

Gangster avenue

From the slums of mexico city To the avenue of Hollywood, Around the bin of saks fifth avenue. To the know it all's, and all be goods. In the hoods, where ghetto girls are sweet Some are called hood bunnies Junkies are the daily keeps. I sleep sweet now I got out of Mexico city's way of life. The ghetto one The slum one The hood one Not saks fifth avenue. The hood, Gangster avenue.

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It’s about the American dream To make more than you need Through corporate greed And pyramid schemes, So I guess I’m not asleep Since I eat rice and beans In a crummy C.F. Apartment, Or what’s left of that Ten by ten compartment I can barely afford, Like the ****** Degree that was supposed To reward my hard effort By leading me toward A corner office Or something Like that I should desire, But **** it, Let’s get higher, I’m getting bored, And my heart is heavy, And I’ve been Forsaken By the country that Bred me Yet expects me To slap on some flak And attack Fathers and sons and brothers In Iraq Over nothing But ideological Fluff And political stuffing, It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s just not worth The time or frustration To engage in This nation’s Procreation Of condemnation Of logical reason, Though reasoning Lies not in the Eye of the reasoner Or that of the reasoned, It’s gotta be easier Than achieving Appeasement Through please And leasing Thank yous To random Strangers, But if You believe They, like you, Are human Then the danger Is fleeting, Cuz they’re feeling The same feelings, The sane feelings of The chronically Sure, The always right, Everything in its Right place, Yea I know Tommy, I must endure And try to say I should try to save The knaves, But life’s so easy As a slave, You buy your Goods And pave the way For impoverished hoods And hoodwinked Majorities Who’ve already Made The sacrifices Necessary For the necessary To get paid, Hope you did some good With that bogus bonus Mr. Suit and tie And perfect life With the plastic wife And bank account You’ll never drain, No matter how many Times you make it rain On upscale hookers, It runs too deep To keep all to your Selfish selves, But I guess it’s our Faults we don’t wear The leadership caps Cuz we should’ve pulled Ourselves up by our ******* boot straps And made something of Ourselves, right? Those that deserve To make the big bucks Make it happen, right? Time for the forgotten ***** to put up a fight.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 12:26 PM UTC

--It's Not About Hugging Trees--

It’s about the American dream To make more than you need Through corporate greed And pyramid schemes, So I guess I’m not asleep Since I eat rice and beans In a crummy C.F. Apartment, Or what’s left of that Ten by ten compartment I can barely afford, Like the ****** Degree that was supposed To reward my hard effort By leading me toward A corner office Or something Like that I should desire, But **** it, Let’s get higher, I’m getting bored, And my heart is heavy, And I’ve been Forsaken By the country that Bred me Yet expects me To slap on some flak And attack Fathers and sons and brothers In Iraq Over nothing But ideological Fluff And political stuffing, It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s just not worth The time or frustration To engage in This nation’s Procreation Of condemnation Of logical reason, Though reasoning Lies not in the Eye of the reasoner Or that of the reasoned, It’s gotta be easier Than achieving Appeasement Through please And leasing Thank yous To random Strangers, But if You believe They, like you, Are human Then the danger Is fleeting, Cuz they’re feeling The same feelings, The sane feelings of The chronically Sure, The always right, Everything in its Right place, Yea I know Tommy, I must endure And try to say I should try to save The knaves, But life’s so easy As a slave, You buy your Goods And pave the way For impoverished hoods And hoodwinked Majorities Who’ve already Made The sacrifices Necessary For the necessary To get paid, Hope you did some good With that bogus bonus Mr. Suit and tie And perfect life With the plastic wife And bank account You’ll never drain, No matter how many Times you make it rain On upscale hookers, It runs too deep To keep all to your Selfish selves, But I guess it’s our Faults we don’t wear The leadership caps Cuz we should’ve pulled Ourselves up by our ******* boot straps And made something of Ourselves, right? Those that deserve To make the big bucks Make it happen, right? Time for the forgotten ***** to put up a fight.

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Barrels of oil painted smooth in acryllic fill up the cracks with a feeling spit out the money to feed the machine Fair if it's toiling kids draped along spoiled villians immersed to serve the version of a billionaire's dream eat the rich Try me after I've been taught I could've bought my chain I would've lost my name I should've dropped my shame facade to play the game We grew the youthful breath of heaven from the clay beneath our bones imbued and innervated aided you and drew the oath to play within the zone circle reverie treasury burdens bury the feathery, herding squarely to fame - put on a show eat the rich dare me you and yours invaded bated breath had sung belated effort, whistle "death has reared it's head at our expense so grab a sword. We can war this **** straight out of this ole ditch and fix whatever ***** gone wrong with it with grit and sense and build a fence" Forget the soil your roots are grown in, if you want to. bask in shadow of the weight of trust and decency impeding our advances to your winner's table fabled robin hoods with internets guess who's deft enough let you know through every filter left for us we may upset your dinner guests let em know what's on the menu eat the rich let em know The irony in learning how to burn the fuel that kills you after all the warning signs were there sound familiar? it's a slog burnin up, they'll crawl around and find a meal on common ground try the light show one more time maybe that'll work "The serfs are like a herd you see they can't be riled along without a sermon Burden them with silks and styles worry them toward money piles" Remind them of the fire they've been turning Analogies aside I must abide by me and mine but I've still got my eye on anything ...concerning eat the rich with discretion I guess.

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC

Billionaire Pie.

Barrels of oil painted smooth in acryllic fill up the cracks with a feeling spit out the money to feed the machine Fair if it's toiling kids draped along spoiled villians immersed to serve the version of a billionaire's dream eat the rich Try me after I've been taught I could've bought my chain I would've lost my name I should've dropped my shame facade to play the game We grew the youthful breath of heaven from the clay beneath our bones imbued and innervated aided you and drew the oath to play within the zone circle reverie treasury burdens bury the feathery, herding squarely to fame - put on a show eat the rich dare me you and yours invaded bated breath had sung belated effort, whistle "death has reared it's head at our expense so grab a sword. We can war this **** straight out of this ole ditch and fix whatever ***** gone wrong with it with grit and sense and build a fence" Forget the soil your roots are grown in, if you want to. bask in shadow of the weight of trust and decency impeding our advances to your winner's table fabled robin hoods with internets guess who's deft enough let you know through every filter left for us we may upset your dinner guests let em know what's on the menu eat the rich let em know The irony in learning how to burn the fuel that kills you after all the warning signs were there sound familiar? it's a slog burnin up, they'll crawl around and find a meal on common ground try the light show one more time maybe that'll work "The serfs are like a herd you see they can't be riled along without a sermon Burden them with silks and styles worry them toward money piles" Remind them of the fire they've been turning Analogies aside I must abide by me and mine but I've still got my eye on anything ...concerning eat the rich with discretion I guess.

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