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"huey" poems
Yo soy ***** **** immigration and the racist white tèjanõs, please tell me how the hell would they ever know what I know, shout out to my Mexicans Hondurans and black Cubanos shut the border down call it the no fly zone. Adios Americanos me and my amigos are stealing ya women and playin em like pianos, vocal terrorist this lyrical revolt should be your primary interest. Public enemy number one the domestic hectic terrorist I'm influencing your white son, right to bear these nuts I'm taking the tea parties guns stealing your freedom from right up under you, all your jobs, and way of life, your point of view. I'm the original black power ranger hide your right winged minds if not I swear they'll be in danger. I am the broken brick the stone left unturned the rhythm of the wind the willingness to learn and the desire to fight and get what you earn. I am the individual placed on the no fly list with my hand balled into a fist cause my turbin is too tight and my beards to thick. I am the man choked to death by nypd for selling cigarettes now I'm rioting with my words doing lyrical pirouettes. Yo soy ***** spitting jive like lingo I want a Pam Grier keep your Marilyn Monroe, from the 6th borough buckin like bronco they said finish em I'm educated and black had to hit em with the combo. I'm non fictions Huey Freeman battling congress and their demons catch me flexing on the law lookin like the black He-Man Standing up for what I believe in writing in my notepad I stay steady schemin with my head up in the clouds I stay steady dreamin. Yo soy ***** freeze em like sub zero not concerned with dolores or the dinero yen or bills yo, I'm still waiting for marvel to make a Mexican superhero.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
*****
Yo soy ***** **** immigration and the racist white tèjanõs, please tell me how the hell would they ever know what I know, shout out to my Mexicans Hondurans and black Cubanos shut the border down call it the no fly zone. Adios Americanos me and my amigos are stealing ya women and playin em like pianos, vocal terrorist this lyrical revolt should be your primary interest. Public enemy number one the domestic hectic terrorist I'm influencing your white son, right to bear these nuts I'm taking the tea parties guns stealing your freedom from right up under you, all your jobs, and way of life, your point of view. I'm the original black power ranger hide your right winged minds if not I swear they'll be in danger. I am the broken brick the stone left unturned the rhythm of the wind the willingness to learn and the desire to fight and get what you earn. I am the individual placed on the no fly list with my hand balled into a fist cause my turbin is too tight and my beards to thick. I am the man choked to death by nypd for selling cigarettes now I'm rioting with my words doing lyrical pirouettes. Yo soy ***** spitting jive like lingo I want a Pam Grier keep your Marilyn Monroe, from the 6th borough buckin like bronco they said finish em I'm educated and black had to hit em with the combo. I'm non fictions Huey Freeman battling congress and their demons catch me flexing on the law lookin like the black He-Man Standing up for what I believe in writing in my notepad I stay steady schemin with my head up in the clouds I stay steady dreamin. Yo soy ***** freeze em like sub zero not concerned with dolores or the dinero yen or bills yo, I'm still waiting for marvel to make a Mexican superhero.
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Monk tinks tonight fine glasses clink convivial banter bubble pop blink in breathing rooms bit woofed and stirred the smoke mint sound we dare exhale Monk swings about a bell do ding the huey blues bird bops on wings hips juicy moves rubby mounds wet **** slow drum rolls blow dance steady bump Monk rocks the house the clock do tick me feets be tappin gonna busta trick key ******* bounce mouths all agape we gettin down like crazy apes Monk’s muzik rides a sonorous beam levitatin hipsters to places unseen gosh groovy tunes a **** good gig we all stoked up Monk we do dig   Monk played alright some swingin tunes Happy B Day Monk you over the moon Thelonious Monk (October 10, 1917 - February 17, 1982) Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane Trinkle ****** 10/9/13 Suffern jbm
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
Monk Muzik (Monk at Minton's)
There were six horses, Abaco Barbs - black, white, tan - enclosed in my Olympus's lense. The camera reached through deadwind that whipped the Huey's window, painted a staggered line where the herd had been. It was fall 1977, Abaco's Independence Movement had ended; Oliver and WerBell were gone, having run off like photographed horses - distant, almost ignorant of me (at some point, they must've assumed there were wildlife photographers inside Abaco). It was fall 1977: the ornamental Allamanda still rustled in deadwind; the starfruit still ripened and fell. It was fall 1977 and that country was nearly the same as it'd always been.
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
The Old Man Thinks of a Past Photography Job
Khair choro ab rahney bhi doh, Beetey wqt Ko jubaa pr aaney bhi doh, Bhut Khel li Khel isq-mohbat ka, Bachpan Ko jra zindagi se rubru honey doh!! Bichurey saal Huey, Na yaad hum aaye na tum, Jaaney kaisey sbhi begaaney Huey, USS gali se kyu anjaaney Huey!! Sidhiyo pr chadhna seekha,sang mitti Mai girna, Dosti ka mtlb ** ya pyaar ka fsana, Hum sabney yhi seekha zindagi ka saath nibhana!! Kya tum bhool gye wo yaadey,wo baatey, Ghr jaaney ke raastey, Barsaat Mai bheegtey,kichad Mai kudatey, Bus ke pichey gulaab liye firtey, Koi kuch khey toh whi adig ** jaatey!! Kitni haseen hai wo yaadey, Bachpan ki baatey, Fir kyu ek dujey se begaaney Huey, USS gali se kyu anjaaney huey,!! Khair choro ab rahney bhi doh, Zindagi Ko Bachpan ki meethi yaado se rubru toh honey doh!!
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Yaadein
Autism prays for... Chuck E. Cheese Maya and Miguel Huey, Dewey, and Louie Mom and Dad Pizza rolls Subway sandwiches Grannie Greeney phantom dogs, the Brady Bunch His greatness His provision and comedy cartoons to watch all day. Amen
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Autism Prays
Some micro poems about antiheroes. I give my best friends black eyes, I wont lye, Some of it's their blood, Some of it's mine, But I cant talk about the first rule. Tick tok, Whirring cogs and grinding gears, Going after low hanging fruit, While we're, Singing in the rain. Returning video tapes, Often leads to Huey Lewis and the news, Raincoat, reservation, rat, rage, I escape through blood lust and ******* But this is not an exit.
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Antihero
a refugee from Yale, and the stale stench of old money, he took a job with the park service where he maintained outhouses, and got high in the cover of cottonwoods this crap crew job gave him no deferment from the draft, so he landed in Can Tho he didn't clean outhouses there--little people did, stirring his dreck in burning diesel for 75 cents a day when his Huey was shot down in the Mekong, only he and his door gunner survived they hid, submerged in paddies until dark hearing faint but ferocious voices of the VC who never found them--and they made the miracle mile back to base camp, covered in muck that smelled like dung; a scent that stuck with him in dreams, no matter how much he bathed when he came home, he again labored for the forest service, and asked for ********* duty fearing if he lost the smell, he would lose himself as well .
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
toilets in the cottonwoods
A witches brew forget what you knew about what you knew. Summer heat comimg down to Haight street. Black leather. Huey P. ***** South..coming round. The lottery for your vacation in the Mekong Delta Power to the people  wattstacks.. love generations birthday. Coast to coast conflagration. Burn baby. The Hearst chronicles          Apollo flew from the Cape. Kennedy casket draped for a procession. Economic depression....... Tick. Tick  Tick.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
Afro Centric 19-6-tees
Too hip to be square Hadn't liked Huey Lewis Didn't see the axe
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May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 7:36 AM UTC
American ****** (Haiku)
it takes 8 hours and 1 minute to get to Gansevoort Street they say to truly love someone you must know them through all four seasons barricaded branches prevented you from coming February 6th black leather interior seemed like the perfect place to evaporate like a cigarette outside Baby Huey punch holes in your arm like a belt so a finger can’t trace it without being caught hornets under Dixie cups razored wings carve out this body phantom knee, nerve extension push your thumb into its stump regret pushing the willow walking the length of dead grass to a childhood hub a reminder of which sits on your bedside as an 8-year-old pilot spearheading a UAV to TOR Dundas Square sees you in an amber light.
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
distracting distance
your poem throws me right into a nostalgia for it. The title of the poem alone captivates the reader and by the time one reaches the end of your beautiful verse, one feels the prairie in one's pocket. Simple down-to-earth images of "turkey", "rusty plumes" and "that other earth" in the poet's mind are not only powerful, but add a sense of humor, including that of carrying the earth in your pocket, which is part of your mindset. In fact, the poem does not only seed the earth inside the poet's mind, but, indeed, in the minds of his readership. Which is what a great poem does. The poet's exceptional craftsman is attributable to the subtlety, simplicity and imagery which make the verse flow and speak for itself : today I exist through a heros twist paid fully to resist inside of me grips the portion of sullen apathy... Cuba is getting a bit colder after Castro took over the in tuned harmony to its hidden beast reality shelter through the leaves taking over as you please each haunted day we beg to borrow the need to pray... fashionable Michelle Obama silent through a fixture plain from deep enough to take over inside conjunction junction what's your function bargain basement blues the set of Huey Lewis & The News, a bunch of sprinkled dust scattered through the wind late night bid in cell block 9 in prison, those were the days getting caught in a purple haze spot a high five to humbly keep your faith alive, shadows break way from the frenzy within
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
Conjunction Junction What's Your Function
what does it mean? it makes no sense to me! even charlie rose on tv said huey newton had been shot to death a number of times on a san francisco street corner.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
your to good to be true
Yo imma Apex Predator, tell me who be my competitor/ Yo imma Apex Predator, I look into the Mirror, that be my competitor/ Do not be mistaken that is not a Prideful statement/ Checking right outta da clinic I'm not virtuous with Patients(patience)/ Haa! Misfit in Neighborhoods/ Wood crest I been sub-urban Free Man Opposite of Hood/ feeling like Huey really I'm "understood" like a single lady Target Practice add a "Miss" if you should/ living as a slave drink a cup of His "Blood"/ but I am Not a vampire you can check my diary "cuz!"/ Huh!! Emotional after a Horror Show/ The genocide a steady toll as I fight for my Soul/ You'll never get me unless you greet me with Fists/ persecution may come imma Radical ********* I tell em bring it and I pull out a Massive fist/ Ladies are only worried bout how many lips I've kissed/ Never worry imma virgin(yes!!) and Pacifist/ Even though I could tongue Twist/ like am An Exorcist/ Ha!! Not perverted in the Least/ I been fighting with myself forgetting I am a Beast/ Been elated elevated from the bottom to the feet/ So I "kneel " before the Father knowing nothing like"defeat"/ Start a war I be telling em get the Cranium/ Ready for Battle getting Fit in ya Brainy gym/ Challenge intelligence knowing that it is only Him/ I wish a Brother "wood lands"(would land) like the stadium/ Getcha Pride shot I got the Perfect gun / Verbally assassinate and Hitchu like kasisi Nuns/ The Name Dexter I go Dum dee dee Dum/ Man Up! Lil boy I know that you're somebody's son/ Haa! Told to **** it I was looking for a Bible/ Dead to sin, Walking Dead, a Zombie that you Could stifle/ Die to gain Live for Christ no needing it for a Rifle/ Any body that come forward and Promise to be a Rival/ Ha! Fruits of the Spirit on the table but your Plate is "Prideful"/ Think you a "Lion" but your lying rocking with mouth full/ Of disrespect do you neglect that you need to recycle/ The sin that Towers you like the Eiffel//
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
APEX predetor
Yo imma Apex Predator, tell me who be my competitor/ Yo imma Apex Predator, I look into the Mirror, that be my competitor/ Do not be mistaken that is not a Prideful statement/ Checking right outta da clinic I'm not virtuous with Patients(patience)/ Haa! Misfit in Neighborhoods/ Wood crest I been sub-urban Free Man Opposite of Hood/ feeling like Huey really I'm "understood" like a single lady Target Practice add a "Miss" if you should/ living as a slave drink a cup of His "Blood"/ but I am Not a vampire you can check my diary "cuz!"/ Huh!! Emotional after a Horror Show/ The genocide a steady toll as I fight for my Soul/ You'll never get me unless you greet me with Fists/ persecution may come imma Radical ********* I tell em bring it and I pull out a Massive fist/ Ladies are only worried bout how many lips I've kissed/ Never worry imma virgin(yes!!) and Pacifist/ Even though I could tongue Twist/ like am An Exorcist/ Ha!! Not perverted in the Least/ I been fighting with myself forgetting I am a Beast/ Been elated elevated from the bottom to the feet/ So I "kneel " before the Father knowing nothing like"defeat"/ Start a war I be telling em get the Cranium/ Ready for Battle getting Fit in ya Brainy gym/ Challenge intelligence knowing that it is only Him/ I wish a Brother "wood lands"(would land) like the stadium/ Getcha Pride shot I got the Perfect gun / Verbally assassinate and Hitchu like kasisi Nuns/ The Name Dexter I go Dum dee dee Dum/ Man Up! Lil boy I know that you're somebody's son/ Haa! Told to **** it I was looking for a Bible/ Dead to sin, Walking Dead, a Zombie that you Could stifle/ Die to gain Live for Christ no needing it for a Rifle/ Any body that come forward and Promise to be a Rival/ Ha! Fruits of the Spirit on the table but your Plate is "Prideful"/ Think you a "Lion" but your lying rocking with mouth full/ Of disrespect do you neglect that you need to recycle/ The sin that Towers you like the Eiffel//
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The World looks different at 60 feet, standing on the Huey skids, gritting my teeth. Birds coming in fast and smoke rising slow, drop into the tall grass not knowing which way to go. Ears trying to hear and eyes not believing, mortars and ****** men screaming and bleeding. Yes the World looks different at 60 feet, now hovering above me where I'd rather be. It's been years now , the sights and sounds have gone to fade, still look to the skies when I hear those blades. Men faced walls of steel in that tall ****** grass, at 60 feet my Brothers I raise this glass. Gone but not forgotten.
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 12:12 PM UTC
At 60 Feet
My fathers health will be the death of me Because the day he goes I'll lose a part of me No more valuable lessons to be taught No more gritting my teeth and cursing his name for unmemorable reasons to why we fought When he dies I will truly be alone but he will live on for I am his clone Simple living is a ***** but we do it well Father and son team Bunk mates Sharing the same cells You lived fast and hard If I live faster and harder than you Maybe my time will run out the same as you
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
Baby Huey
What comes to mind when they say "Disney"? All the mysteries and Mickey in my epiphany Aladdin got stuck in the cave and found the lamp Huey, Dewey and Louie all are out in a camp When daffy is about to lose control for daisy Goofy woke up and walked like if its all hazy Pluto never knows it has a planet on his name Still it doesn't leave Mickey even being all lame When Cinderella lost her shoe and ran away Rapunzel meanwhile got her hair taken away Timon said "Hakuna Matata it means no worries" When Simba found Nala, Timon got insecurities Peter Pan came from Neverland and saw Wendy Seeing them fly together in childhood was trendy Hercules got Meg and showed off his muscles with a wink Hades made her pawn and Hercules found it was a fling Canine Superstar Bolt thought he was the real deal When camera stopped rolling,he began to squeal Pooh with honey and Christopher on journey Tigger bounces and Owl pretends to be an attorney A witch with Poisoned apple got her sleeping On seeing, the dwarfs couldn't stop weeping Alice got over her fears Dumbo got used to his ears All the Kids got mesmerized by the fun Its Disney, from which you dont wanna run
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
Disney Inside
In time, Her blue eyes turned to amber, Gaining serenity at the expense of dazzle, She was, in short: Diminished? You know, the proverbial red, Red rose misplacing its hue? Over time, becoming the times that Try men’s souls--as they say— Particularly in times like ours. Life at the Vicarage: an in-depth, Stunningly frank & brutal TRIP 4-2. Surely, the falcon & falconer Out of range of each other, at last. Share drowned innocence, Sans conviction, intense & passionate, An in-depth study--if you will— If you won’t, **** YOU!*** A close encounter of mutual Self-loathing & contempt. Soon the blood-dimmed tide, Mere anarchy loose as a goose. I speak of a time without pretense: Armed-black-militants Killing-white-cops? Are you ******** me? Who has time to investigate A simple case of what could or Could not be spousal homicide. But I digress. Blood in the streets? We haven’t seen that **** Since Bobby Seale, Eldridge Cleaver & Huey P Newton stalked the earth. “Lord, Oh God!” we wonder. “Deliver us a savior. Rescue Us. Rescue Me."
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
“Gray Panthers”
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza Its a place we all know, too **** well Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza John McClane **** sure, excelled A simple Christmas soiree, ***** and drugs proliferate Hans crashing the gate, with Red Dawn, to liberate Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza Hans and Co, heading off to hell Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza John McClane **** sure as f*ck, excelled Six hundred million, in negotiable bearer bonds their prize Not Brazilians, but Germans, as terrorists, disguised Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza Expensive suits getting ruined, no one got dry cleaning bills Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza Takagi had a walk on part, I hope that, I'm in his will Counting up the bullets, none left to be spared Putting Hans on the pavement, Huey Lewis (lookalike) can't be repaired Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza Bearer bonds upon the sidewalk, wish I was there Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza Pocketing some negotiables, nevermore financial cares
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
The Die Hard song (somewhat fits "Everthing is Awesome")
Stay Positive.... Or Fight the Power!!! I'm a cool cat cover me in Black One fist in the air and the other with a Gat. Fight the laws of Physics Huey Newton That... Blow up fort Knox We don't even use that.. So that Gold up on your neck don't mean a thing I'm steal a oil well and rock me a Gas Chain.. I'm warning you world you got my back against the wall Do you know that my tongue could assassinate you all... The era ain't ready.. This vision is scary.. I'm a treat to the peace.. that's why they want me deceased Start a united revolution I'm bout to hit the streets.. cause the way it look now that's where I'm bout to sleep... all I got is passion and seeds revelational creeds..... Father Ideas with supernatural needs.. tatatatata the death of a King but the birth of a Savior What a beautiful Thing!!!
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Revalutionary
Jazmin by definition is a light to moderate yellow color or a flower. Yellow a generally happy color. it makes sense i mean i am a generally happy person, or at least that's how it seems. If you really listened to what i have to say you would see the gloomy, dejected, hopeless world i see. when you help some one you may see a life you’ve made a difference in when i help some one i see millions like them in the same position who's to help them? who's is to lend out a hand? who is to help that child in the corner who's starving to death? i want it to be me, but what can i do I'm just a kid yet at times being a child is a good thing i smile. i run. i play. i have friends, i have people who care for me i have people who make me smile i work hard and get good grades. i try hard to be the best at everything still I'm not happy, but you would never know that i wear this fake smile i wear it because i know one smile can change someones entire day one smile can give someone hope one simple smile may mean nothing to you but it can mean the world to someone like me id be happy if only I Jazmin Huey can change millions of lives id love to leave my mark on the world to have someone look up to me and actually say i want to be just like you that would make me happy
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Jazmin
My ideal love is a love that catches me by surprise. The realization of intelligent things and conversations that literally take us anywhere. My ideal love is a love that expresses ideal. The ramifications that influence us to be who we really are in front of who we are. A love that doesn't mind bargin shopping and putting together hundred dollar outfits that really cost $10. The reality that its the most simplest of things that are most significant. A spontaneous love that doesn't mind the predictability of living today before exploring the mystery of tomorrow. Here after the after thought that we exist in the past as well as the present simultaneously. If ever in need I'll do my best to provide all that I can for an ideal love. Through these actions I believe the true miracle is achieved. An ideal love that is beyond ideal. Who sets the where and how we meet, the institutions of bliss where the masses are limited to love and longing. To find patience and compassion sitting on the front lawn on the same institution. As long as she provides a kiss that can send me outside of my own thoughts, and pull me closer to hers. My ideal love wouldn't be based on a B.E.T movie. A single expression that summarizes a scorned woman letting go. A cliff note of lust soon as the next sceen fades to black. Her ******* pulled down not knowing the dude is secretly abusive. 140 minutes gone by to realize the last 5 mins were the ones that made her truly happy. The woes of love. My ideal love is a woman built with ambition but with a heart big enough to understand that without sacrifice nothing is truly accomplished. A culture made in truth, ripped off by those who ignore that struggle is what makes us who we are. The courage to walk out in front and be who we really are. A real woman that doesn't mind lounging around the house that knows whom Budda and Huey Newton was. This revolution of ideal starts the moment I realize that I never stood a chance. The surprise of her lips against my cheek. I drink from this remedy each time you open your lips. So in silence I gasp. As you caught me off guard, My ideal love
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
Huey & Jazmine (Ideal Love)
My ideal love is a love that catches me by surprise. The realization of intelligent things and conversations that literally take us anywhere. My ideal love is a love that expresses ideal. The ramifications that influence us to be who we really are in front of who we are. A love that doesn't mind bargin shopping and putting together hundred dollar outfits that really cost $10. The reality that its the most simplest of things that are most significant. A spontaneous love that doesn't mind the predictability of living today before exploring the mystery of tomorrow. Here after the after thought that we exist in the past as well as the present simultaneously. If ever in need I'll do my best to provide all that I can for an ideal love. Through these actions I believe the true miracle is achieved. An ideal love that is beyond ideal. Who sets the where and how we meet, the institutions of bliss where the masses are limited to love and longing. To find patience and compassion sitting on the front lawn on the same institution. As long as she provides a kiss that can send me outside of my own thoughts, and pull me closer to hers. My ideal love wouldn't be based on a B.E.T movie. A single expression that summarizes a scorned woman letting go. A cliff note of lust soon as the next sceen fades to black. Her ******* pulled down not knowing the dude is secretly abusive. 140 minutes gone by to realize the last 5 mins were the ones that made her truly happy. The woes of love. My ideal love is a woman built with ambition but with a heart big enough to understand that without sacrifice nothing is truly accomplished. A culture made in truth, ripped off by those who ignore that struggle is what makes us who we are. The courage to walk out in front and be who we really are. A real woman that doesn't mind lounging around the house that knows whom Budda and Huey Newton was. This revolution of ideal starts the moment I realize that I never stood a chance. The surprise of her lips against my cheek. I drink from this remedy each time you open your lips. So in silence I gasp. As you caught me off guard, My ideal love
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We hate all the lovey-dovey Stop being the baby Huey!!! No-one should be tongue___ stopped  & So on To hear her voice Smells of Strawberry Juicy Lips on The Meds Tired-Tongue Dr. Who bossy The painted tongues The yellow Canaries Ancient Rebel-ly tongue diaries The cat's tongue Park and recreation The hot tongue Invitation Huey smokes and Brooklyn Girls go broke Me. Green's lifeless weeds She has the will of good deeds Gooey She is beachy Tongue long map_____ Hitching a ride Sultry Saltwater taffy The loving chewy So fit to be tied The tongue Lips hot thousand words Tour Guide_____* Time and stop Our tongues Still licking Gooey- Lollipops Huee-y I know tongues have many languages Deathly killer tongue morgue And what did it mean to say Before someone took its life Could have been your wife Smoking a peace pipe When you made love The wrong road Dark business All stripes She has guts The Grunge, $ tongue's please, God! To kiss a toad Tongue Car slippery The Viper Inquiry Her moans and sighs The  wet dew of Meadows Poohs Meeting too many widows of Winnie Those meddlers The Peak tongue of Honey hard to handle Queen Bee's high Territory Our tongues meet in the middle she cut her tongue!! ouch Snake swizzling Tongue twirling Movie ((Tongue Huey Gooey)). Twin lounge Tongue twister What a dump Right in the dumpster I am waiting to hear what you have to say
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
Tongue Huey Gooey
I haven't written in weeks And when I did before the words read empty As they tend to do Again I find myself sitting alone A table for one facing the wall Lost in the sea of a college campus Hundreds of miles away LRADs blast away protesters protecting sacred land Stock prices unthinking and unfeeling Are obsessed over by men in suits who won't have to worry about if they get to eat tonight On my arms I carve the words I learned in a women's studies class freshman year "The personal is political" Personally I am desolate Disillusioned with anything I've ever had to say Unable to bring myself to say more Politically I am livid In my veins are the Sacco and Vanzetti electricity So I spit Look to the ground and walk With a look of righteous anger And I read Collected works of Huey Newton and an article about Marxism and Class When the personal and the political meet I feel hopeless Disoriented and disillusioned Not two halves at war but two puzzle pieces desperately trying to fit I think of a heaven after I die While advocating for a heaven on earth for everyone I want to stand and fight While I feel uncomfortable speaking up in class I don't believe there is freedom in a free market But what do I really know about it anyways? Freedom and hope and art and love Words that swim around in my head They lack solidity I can't grasp them The meaning drips out of my ears as if they were bleeding I can't fall asleep at night because I keep coughing I think about Woody Guthrie Singing about the powers of the working class and dreaming of what America could one day become I think of his better world and I can console myself with the ringing of guitar in my ears I think about Pat Looking for times worth living in whatever car or house he lives in Breaking windows to redemption if not freedom and holding on with all that's left I think about myself One year of poetry under my belt Still struggling with what I want to say Centuries of politics in my head Still struggling with who I want to be Personal and political are more than just words to me
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
The Personal, The Political, and the Valley In Between
I haven't written in weeks And when I did before the words read empty As they tend to do Again I find myself sitting alone A table for one facing the wall Lost in the sea of a college campus Hundreds of miles away LRADs blast away protesters protecting sacred land Stock prices unthinking and unfeeling Are obsessed over by men in suits who won't have to worry about if they get to eat tonight On my arms I carve the words I learned in a women's studies class freshman year "The personal is political" Personally I am desolate Disillusioned with anything I've ever had to say Unable to bring myself to say more Politically I am livid In my veins are the Sacco and Vanzetti electricity So I spit Look to the ground and walk With a look of righteous anger And I read Collected works of Huey Newton and an article about Marxism and Class When the personal and the political meet I feel hopeless Disoriented and disillusioned Not two halves at war but two puzzle pieces desperately trying to fit I think of a heaven after I die While advocating for a heaven on earth for everyone I want to stand and fight While I feel uncomfortable speaking up in class I don't believe there is freedom in a free market But what do I really know about it anyways? Freedom and hope and art and love Words that swim around in my head They lack solidity I can't grasp them The meaning drips out of my ears as if they were bleeding I can't fall asleep at night because I keep coughing I think about Woody Guthrie Singing about the powers of the working class and dreaming of what America could one day become I think of his better world and I can console myself with the ringing of guitar in my ears I think about Pat Looking for times worth living in whatever car or house he lives in Breaking windows to redemption if not freedom and holding on with all that's left I think about myself One year of poetry under my belt Still struggling with what I want to say Centuries of politics in my head Still struggling with who I want to be Personal and political are more than just words to me
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Here, the coffee got cold again. But so what not every thing is historic, until it is, or isn't. Literature in the clouds, data last stop, the top. This is where traffic exchanges reason with war for power to mine bit coins burning desires to know, whence come these winds? Time ghosts, ancient ideas, these symbols, most of these, were lies, Uncle Mike, he had a cadre of couples, something of a cult, a marriage class that spake of oral *** tre' taboo too hint at, when he was your age, and had not watched TV - no, addicted, rub it in old man, Huey Newton, meet Jimmy Dean, the sausage version, dressed al el viz fi'itin' t' fly, past reasons to pretend, earth is not where, all ya'll who did, prayed the father of Jesus, who claimed mary's baby would hel p you sell a house in any market, St Joseph, from any manger scene, bury him, upside down, head first, right. Do that, you get your asking price, any peaceful place, you make worth more than most imagine, --- yeah, you were Catholic. You heard that. I thought the guy was the crazy uncles kid, we had kids like that, special ed, DIY.
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Nov 14, 2022
Nov 14, 2022 at 6:15 PM UTC
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