"issa" poems - Hello Poetry

this world is a dewdrop world but yet... but Master Issa wrote this after the death of his beloved daughter from smallpox... Even though he understood that we are dewdrops only here on earth for a moment, he was devastated

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May 30, 2014

May 30, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC

haikuguy

Issa's dewdrop world

this world is a dewdrop world but yet... but Master Issa wrote this after the death of his beloved daughter from smallpox... Even though he understood that we are dewdrops only here on earth for a moment, he was devastated

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“cold winter sky— where will this wandering beggar grow old?” — Issa I. Stories A ranch north of Spain, his woman, their child... a dream painted over, gone. His... (unrequited) ...own tragedy for himself— young death in Paris. Quiet night at nine, inside a café... gunshots— being... nothingness... II. Histories A cold monochrome, the winter hue of darkness: umbra of despair. Portraits of torment: beggars, drunkards, prostitutes, 1901— Lapis lazuli thinned, turpentined—bleu de France— ennui of sorrow. III. Images Melancholia —the impotence of the will— in Barcelona. Barefoot on the street corner, sitting on the ground, he leaned on nothing. A half-stringed guitar...... Germaine’s ******* distracted him.. he laid his revenge. IV. Meanings No can a beggar... no steel strings a guitarist... —a friend’s eulogy. The cadaverous curves of the bones torqued the flesh— tedium of old age. An allegory: artists, poets, mendicants... ****** or broke oglers? V. The Painting His evocation: the grave of Casagemas— a guilt exorcised. A mute’s discontent, a blind man’s desolation, an oil masterpiece! An old guitarist, blind, begging for an audience— a blue Picasso.

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Jul 28, 2017

Jul 28, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC

MissCassWriter

ThE OLd GuiTaRiST

“cold winter sky— where will this wandering beggar grow old?” — Issa I. Stories A ranch north of Spain, his woman, their child... a dream painted over, gone. His... (unrequited) ...own tragedy for himself— young death in Paris. Quiet night at nine, inside a café... gunshots— being... nothingness... II. Histories A cold monochrome, the winter hue of darkness: umbra of despair. Portraits of torment: beggars, drunkards, prostitutes, 1901— Lapis lazuli thinned, turpentined—bleu de France— ennui of sorrow. III. Images Melancholia —the impotence of the will— in Barcelona. Barefoot on the street corner, sitting on the ground, he leaned on nothing. A half-stringed guitar...... Germaine’s ******* distracted him.. he laid his revenge. IV. Meanings No can a beggar... no steel strings a guitarist... —a friend’s eulogy. The cadaverous curves of the bones torqued the flesh— tedium of old age. An allegory: artists, poets, mendicants... ****** or broke oglers? V. The Painting His evocation: the grave of Casagemas— a guilt exorcised. A mute’s discontent, a blind man’s desolation, an oil masterpiece! An old guitarist, blind, begging for an audience— a blue Picasso.

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Life hasn't been easy, sometimes it gets really tough, I grew up in Plymouth, a place that's really rough, My parents both drug addicts, didn't show me love, And now I always wonder, if I'll ever be enough. All the kids at school used to sit and make fun of me, The girl that always had clothes which were ***** Then I glowed up, starting growing ***** Now the same kids wanna slide in my DMs like, "what's new?" I worked hard just to get where I am, So please forgive me if I flex on the gram, Hustle in silence, everyday I grind, Always made sure that my bills paid on time. Moved out of home when I was just 17, Started realising that I could live a dream, Went from living on the streets, To paying so all my friends could eat. I had to grow up fast, so I could see the world, If I hadn't, sure I'd still be a little girl, No worries, no stress, no tears in the bed, Nothing to complain about, no anxieties in my head. Talking about anxiety, depression and stress, Let me tell you, I still know how to impress, Bury the anger, the pain and aggression, Only thing to shout about is progression. Enemies of progress, will never see you succeed, So is that really the type of energy you need, Started meditating so I could just be free, Now all these fake ******* tryin' to be me.

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC

chantelle18x

Issa rap

Life hasn't been easy, sometimes it gets really tough, I grew up in Plymouth, a place that's really rough, My parents both drug addicts, didn't show me love, And now I always wonder, if I'll ever be enough. All the kids at school used to sit and make fun of me, The girl that always had clothes which were ***** Then I glowed up, starting growing ***** Now the same kids wanna slide in my DMs like, "what's new?" I worked hard just to get where I am, So please forgive me if I flex on the gram, Hustle in silence, everyday I grind, Always made sure that my bills paid on time. Moved out of home when I was just 17, Started realising that I could live a dream, Went from living on the streets, To paying so all my friends could eat. I had to grow up fast, so I could see the world, If I hadn't, sure I'd still be a little girl, No worries, no stress, no tears in the bed, Nothing to complain about, no anxieties in my head. Talking about anxiety, depression and stress, Let me tell you, I still know how to impress, Bury the anger, the pain and aggression, Only thing to shout about is progression. Enemies of progress, will never see you succeed, So is that really the type of energy you need, Started meditating so I could just be free, Now all these fake ******* tryin' to be me.

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apathy, is me with you, i am the oceans,the rivers&lakes,the mountains&valleys,the atmosphere the Earth,Jupiter,Venus,so on, i am the Milky Way,Andromeda,all other galaxies known&unknown,all the stars&constellations,the asteroids, alien planets&blackholes all curled up in the fabric of the Universe but nothing specific mind you my dear ...with you Love is philosophy safe in its reach apathy is me, with you strung-out on the antidote with you, the sickness issa comforting creature; the aquamarine-moon cradles madness like a fetal daydream —with you love is scientific, boring in its dissection love is petty in its honesty apathy,is me. with you,i am un being un dulating b/t there & there nowhere near here; apathy, is m e and y o u inna vacuum i am? with you—cut me T(in)WO; apathy,is me, with me and you, i am body inna fever & (my) voice dis embodied inna tomb; send your fever meat thru a tube kiss&kiss my blistered bliss we’re necro philiacs apathy, is me with you

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Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC

Sid_Lollan

apathy, is me

apathy, is me with you, i am the oceans,the rivers&lakes,the mountains&valleys,the atmosphere the Earth,Jupiter,Venus,so on, i am the Milky Way,Andromeda,all other galaxies known&unknown,all the stars&constellations,the asteroids, alien planets&blackholes all curled up in the fabric of the Universe but nothing specific mind you my dear ...with you Love is philosophy safe in its reach apathy is me, with you strung-out on the antidote with you, the sickness issa comforting creature; the aquamarine-moon cradles madness like a fetal daydream —with you love is scientific, boring in its dissection love is petty in its honesty apathy,is me. with you,i am un being un dulating b/t there & there nowhere near here; apathy, is m e and y o u inna vacuum i am? with you—cut me T(in)WO; apathy,is me, with me and you, i am body inna fever & (my) voice dis embodied inna tomb; send your fever meat thru a tube kiss&kiss my blistered bliss we’re necro philiacs apathy, is me with you

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My day ****** Walk down the street and flash smiles at familiar faces. Deep down though you feel that its nothing. People walking past, keeping up their appearance, never letting down their guard or letting people know their true self. No one walks past really caring how your day went, what you are going through, or what is motivating you to keep going. They walk past flash their fake smiles and keep on with their day because just like your day, their day ****** too. It seems like we are on a hamster wheel never-ending, continuous, and just draining. Each day we get on and wear ourselves out, for what? Searching for answers, seeking purpose, guarding our emotions, and hiding our true selves. Why can't we just open up? Why not just let loose and just say whatever, who cares, eff it, because in the end does it really matter? Do the small talk and the fake smiles really make a difference for other people in our lives? Or are we putting on appearances that are unnecessary and relentless and simply just exhausting? We must make other people's days while our days **** day in and day out. We don't need a world full of Oscar the Grouches, but why can't we just try to be real and find true human connection. The more we seek this, the less happy we all become, so why not just stop acting and start being real, so you can help other people realize that their is possibly a light at the end of their tunnel, just like their could be for you. Who knows, your sucky day could just be the start of something great, or not...but you won't know until you push through and make it your journey, your adventure, your week, your day, or even just your little moment. So when you think your life ***** know that issa mood. -ZZ

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Nov 15, 2018

Nov 15, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC

Paige_Error

Issa Mood~ZZ

My day ****** Walk down the street and flash smiles at familiar faces. Deep down though you feel that its nothing. People walking past, keeping up their appearance, never letting down their guard or letting people know their true self. No one walks past really caring how your day went, what you are going through, or what is motivating you to keep going. They walk past flash their fake smiles and keep on with their day because just like your day, their day ****** too. It seems like we are on a hamster wheel never-ending, continuous, and just draining. Each day we get on and wear ourselves out, for what? Searching for answers, seeking purpose, guarding our emotions, and hiding our true selves. Why can't we just open up? Why not just let loose and just say whatever, who cares, eff it, because in the end does it really matter? Do the small talk and the fake smiles really make a difference for other people in our lives? Or are we putting on appearances that are unnecessary and relentless and simply just exhausting? We must make other people's days while our days **** day in and day out. We don't need a world full of Oscar the Grouches, but why can't we just try to be real and find true human connection. The more we seek this, the less happy we all become, so why not just stop acting and start being real, so you can help other people realize that their is possibly a light at the end of their tunnel, just like their could be for you. Who knows, your sucky day could just be the start of something great, or not...but you won't know until you push through and make it your journey, your adventure, your week, your day, or even just your little moment. So when you think your life ***** know that issa mood. -ZZ

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I chanced upon a note one day, I looked askance, then looked again, It said, "Do you want to join us today?" The Mafia application form reads this way..... "Whattsa you name?" "Whattu say?" "Spella dat again!" "You gotta gun, you say?" "You gotta shades today?" "Whattsa car you drive this day?" "Issa big one, black or grey?" "You shoota someone, one day?" "Free cement shoes, our way!" "Congratulations, eh! You joinna da Mafia today!"

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC

julie-grenness

REGIONAL DICTION.....

I chanced upon a note one day, I looked askance, then looked again, It said, "Do you want to join us today?" The Mafia application form reads this way..... "Whattsa you name?" "Whattu say?" "Spella dat again!" "You gotta gun, you say?" "You gotta shades today?" "Whattsa car you drive this day?" "Issa big one, black or grey?" "You shoota someone, one day?" "Free cement shoes, our way!" "Congratulations, eh! You joinna da Mafia today!"

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Feb 28, 2019

Feb 28, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC

Ma Inħobbok Mhux dejjem naraw għajn b’għajn Imma nħobbok Naf li dejjem pruvajt mill-aħjar li stajt Biex tagħtini dak li int qatt ma ngħatajt Imma sfortunatament mhux dejjem irnexxilek Il-Mulej mhux dejjem provdilek Jien qatt m’għidtlek meta nqasstni Meta bin-nuqqas tiegħek warrabtni Qatt ma ridt niksirlek qalbek U ngħidlek li ħadd mhu qed jisma talbek Imma iva Ma, Weġġgħajt Għaddejt minn ħafna u int ma taf b’ xejn Alla ħares tkun taf kif u x’ fatta u fejn Bħalek Ma, Għaddejt minn dak li m’ għandu jgħaddi ħadd Ġarrabt id-dlam U bkejt fis-solitudni Imma issa Ma Sa fl-ahhar... Inħoss li sibt il-kuntentizza Inħoss li qbadt it-trejqa li qed nibni jien Ma rridx nibqa naħbilek iktar Għajjejt nigdeb u nħaref Allura għidtlek Ma flaħtx inżomm iktar U għidtlek Kienet diffiċli għax kont beżgħana Imma ridt naqsam din l-aħbar ferħana Stennejt li ser tifhimni Stennejt li xorta waħda ser tibqa tħobbni Imma Ir-reazzjoni tiegħek ma kienetx dik li stennejt Ma kienetx dik li f’ moħħi pinġejt Għalfejn Ma? Għalfejn ma tridnix? Għalfejn mhux taċċettani? Għidli Ma Lil min inħobb ma għandux jaffettwa kemm inti tħobb lili Lil min inħobb ma għandux inessik li jien xorta waħda bintek Mara offritli dak li dejjem fittixt Mara għallmitni nagħraf x’inhi l-imħabba Mara urietni kif jidher id-dawl fost id-dlam Mara qed tgħini nsir inħobb lili nnifsi Iva Ma Inħobb mara U mhux raġel Għalfejn qed tħares lejja b’ dak il-mod Ma? B’ ħarsa ta’ diżappunt B’ ħarsa ta’ diżgust Bintek għadni Ma L-istess **** li kont tgħannaq miegħek Meta kont tħoss li d-dinja qed tikrolla L-istess **** li kont tiftaħar tgħid li hi tiegħek Lil kull min taf meta tilmaħni fost il-folla Ħobbni Ma Nitolbok L-istess għadni Biss, ħrigt mill-moħba 15/10/2018

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC

simplewritings

Lil Għażieża Ommi

Ma Inħobbok Mhux dejjem naraw għajn b’għajn Imma nħobbok Naf li dejjem pruvajt mill-aħjar li stajt Biex tagħtini dak li int qatt ma ngħatajt Imma sfortunatament mhux dejjem irnexxilek Il-Mulej mhux dejjem provdilek Jien qatt m’għidtlek meta nqasstni Meta bin-nuqqas tiegħek warrabtni Qatt ma ridt niksirlek qalbek U ngħidlek li ħadd mhu qed jisma talbek Imma iva Ma, Weġġgħajt Għaddejt minn ħafna u int ma taf b’ xejn Alla ħares tkun taf kif u x’ fatta u fejn Bħalek Ma, Għaddejt minn dak li m’ għandu jgħaddi ħadd Ġarrabt id-dlam U bkejt fis-solitudni Imma issa Ma Sa fl-ahhar... Inħoss li sibt il-kuntentizza Inħoss li qbadt it-trejqa li qed nibni jien Ma rridx nibqa naħbilek iktar Għajjejt nigdeb u nħaref Allura għidtlek Ma flaħtx inżomm iktar U għidtlek Kienet diffiċli għax kont beżgħana Imma ridt naqsam din l-aħbar ferħana Stennejt li ser tifhimni Stennejt li xorta waħda ser tibqa tħobbni Imma Ir-reazzjoni tiegħek ma kienetx dik li stennejt Ma kienetx dik li f’ moħħi pinġejt Għalfejn Ma? Għalfejn ma tridnix? Għalfejn mhux taċċettani? Għidli Ma Lil min inħobb ma għandux jaffettwa kemm inti tħobb lili Lil min inħobb ma għandux inessik li jien xorta waħda bintek Mara offritli dak li dejjem fittixt Mara għallmitni nagħraf x’inhi l-imħabba Mara urietni kif jidher id-dawl fost id-dlam Mara qed tgħini nsir inħobb lili nnifsi Iva Ma Inħobb mara U mhux raġel Għalfejn qed tħares lejja b’ dak il-mod Ma? B’ ħarsa ta’ diżappunt B’ ħarsa ta’ diżgust Bintek għadni Ma L-istess **** li kont tgħannaq miegħek Meta kont tħoss li d-dinja qed tikrolla L-istess **** li kont tiftaħar tgħid li hi tiegħek Lil kull min taf meta tilmaħni fost il-folla Ħobbni Ma Nitolbok L-istess għadni Biss, ħrigt mill-moħba 15/10/2018

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hermit crab never at home for long

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Jan 27, 2020

Jan 27, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC

nene

hermit crab - thinking of Issa and his snail

hermit crab never at home for long

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I bit my nails down to a nub Am I a ghost? A long forgotten Memory, eased into your backburner, well Oiled with the sweat of my lust? When may I emerge from the Shadows and proclaim that my Love may be silent, but It screams so loud in my ears. Hey, I am hurting here! Can you put down your life for one Moment and just sit and justfucking Listento me? Or perhaps the image of myself I held so dear is Now a killer, destined for Damnation along with all the other Souls that murdered everything they touched. I swear, I didn’t mean to. But it all just crumpled in my Hand like ashes and I tried to be delicate, but I pressed too hard. I wanted to know if it was alive. I wanted to be sure that this Love was real, and not just some Plastic penny-box letter. I cannot escape for you. These bars bind me down and These walls close me in No Matter how much I runorrun Or run into them they won’t Budge. Please, just this once? Maybe, this time if I am strong enough they will Move And I will taste freedom Please **** them Every single one'a'em ******** I'm gunna shootemdead. Gunna gunnemdown We is gunna get ourselfs happy, fer once. Issa great game, this "life" thing.

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Nov 1, 2011

Nov 1, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC

lorelei-adams

Nubs

I bit my nails down to a nub Am I a ghost? A long forgotten Memory, eased into your backburner, well Oiled with the sweat of my lust? When may I emerge from the Shadows and proclaim that my Love may be silent, but It screams so loud in my ears. Hey, I am hurting here! Can you put down your life for one Moment and just sit and justfucking Listento me? Or perhaps the image of myself I held so dear is Now a killer, destined for Damnation along with all the other Souls that murdered everything they touched. I swear, I didn’t mean to. But it all just crumpled in my Hand like ashes and I tried to be delicate, but I pressed too hard. I wanted to know if it was alive. I wanted to be sure that this Love was real, and not just some Plastic penny-box letter. I cannot escape for you. These bars bind me down and These walls close me in No Matter how much I runorrun Or run into them they won’t Budge. Please, just this once? Maybe, this time if I am strong enough they will Move And I will taste freedom Please **** them Every single one'a'em ******** I'm gunna shootemdead. Gunna gunnemdown We is gunna get ourselfs happy, fer once. Issa great game, this "life" thing.

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*The world of dew Is a world of dew, and yet, And yet...* - Kobayashi Issa Two dozen dew drops dazzling: twenty four worlds; one more year? An expectation, and yet Issa's words are clear.

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Oct 5, 2013

Oct 5, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC

christopher-howard-gorrie

Birthday Poem

*The world of dew Is a world of dew, and yet, And yet...* - Kobayashi Issa Two dozen dew drops dazzling: twenty four worlds; one more year? An expectation, and yet Issa's words are clear.

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Invincible? Yes you are. Consequence is like a dream, it fades away. The lessons. Those are what I teach. As if I truly look after you. I am what your friends have warned you about. I will send you walking on glass with bare feet. I am the animal in you. Issa rebellion. Issa wreck. Issa waste of life.

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC

TheRiverStyx

Issa (It's a)

Invincible? Yes you are. Consequence is like a dream, it fades away. The lessons. Those are what I teach. As if I truly look after you. I am what your friends have warned you about. I will send you walking on glass with bare feet. I am the animal in you. Issa rebellion. Issa wreck. Issa waste of life.

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i have been in such places where i felt "this must be like paradise" well.. sure thing this issa paradise. not only places i have been with friends we had been together we felt some kind of togetherness something special.. we're elated and we felt like in paradise.

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Jul 27, 2021

Jul 27, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC

notanasylum

paradise

i have been in such places where i felt "this must be like paradise" well.. sure thing this issa paradise. not only places i have been with friends we had been together we felt some kind of togetherness something special.. we're elated and we felt like in paradise.

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I knew a poet once. He was the top of a tall mountain of all the best words. Fighting. His words were a war against social injustice of all times. His face was beautiful with scars and lines that remembered every battle. There was Issa, and a bowl of soup. I remember the fly that buzzed in the windshield and tears behind sunglasses. Why do poets set like suns?

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Jan 31, 2017

Jan 31, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC

emily-burns

ziggy, where are you?

I knew a poet once. He was the top of a tall mountain of all the best words. Fighting. His words were a war against social injustice of all times. His face was beautiful with scars and lines that remembered every battle. There was Issa, and a bowl of soup. I remember the fly that buzzed in the windshield and tears behind sunglasses. Why do poets set like suns?

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I sit alone, cold, in a room I call my own where no one visits.

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC

michael-a-bembenek-jr

Brief Imitation of Issa

I sit alone, cold, in a room I call my own where no one visits.

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little mosquito net stocking catching morning dew drops idyllic street corner still cool calling midnight's breeze morning starts at five O'clock spill drunken time's broth.

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Jun 12, 2015

Jun 12, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC

jojo-nguyen

issa-ish

little mosquito net stocking catching morning dew drops idyllic street corner still cool calling midnight's breeze morning starts at five O'clock spill drunken time's broth.

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Like fire If the flames Could burn Themselves.

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Jul 2, 2018

Jul 2, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC

III

Auras - Issa

Like fire If the flames Could burn Themselves.

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I be stuck in my ways, all of the homies that I know they be grindin for days. Pulling up in that coupe, driving through the metric system through dark and light in the city. Ni**as swear they rent me, calling a chick for therapy, Callers be sizing me up, popping me off. ******* be knockin me off, when they betta run me up my money. Its coming alive. I'm not ashamed of me. Straight clowning, silly *** could be. They said, Silly rabbit, tricks are for magicians. Abracadabra! Now you see me, now you don't. Its coming alive. You know that ***** coming alive. ****** be talkin all that noise, issa vibe. ro ro I'm dolph. topping me off. migrate to my inner circle like the petals of a lotus flower expanding through the mist of troubles like a diamond emerged in a cave of darkness. still watch me shine, because I'm coming alive. its amazing to visualize the dreams that I had are now my reality. one minute I'm riding through the rural fields as a little black girl curious about the world. **** wowla! now I'm hot, because the God is in me. Blazin through galaxies, passin blunts by. smokes up in the air. growling for success, like the hair standing up on a bear. got on my knees and I press to sky . no matter what you hold head uphigh. evolving. rotating. as the Saturn rings, knocking for success

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Jul 27, 2017

Jul 27, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC

goddessesofthenight

Planets

I be stuck in my ways, all of the homies that I know they be grindin for days. Pulling up in that coupe, driving through the metric system through dark and light in the city. Ni**as swear they rent me, calling a chick for therapy, Callers be sizing me up, popping me off. ******* be knockin me off, when they betta run me up my money. Its coming alive. I'm not ashamed of me. Straight clowning, silly *** could be. They said, Silly rabbit, tricks are for magicians. Abracadabra! Now you see me, now you don't. Its coming alive. You know that ***** coming alive. ****** be talkin all that noise, issa vibe. ro ro I'm dolph. topping me off. migrate to my inner circle like the petals of a lotus flower expanding through the mist of troubles like a diamond emerged in a cave of darkness. still watch me shine, because I'm coming alive. its amazing to visualize the dreams that I had are now my reality. one minute I'm riding through the rural fields as a little black girl curious about the world. **** wowla! now I'm hot, because the God is in me. Blazin through galaxies, passin blunts by. smokes up in the air. growling for success, like the hair standing up on a bear. got on my knees and I press to sky . no matter what you hold head uphigh. evolving. rotating. as the Saturn rings, knocking for success

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When town starts to feel good at night Heaven isn't your place anymore Maybe thats your calling Or devil issa your colleague Doesnt matter blud Live Coz we will all Once leave

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Oct 26, 2023

Oct 26, 2023 at 2:12 AM UTC

leemwenda

Town

When town starts to feel good at night Heaven isn't your place anymore Maybe thats your calling Or devil issa your colleague Doesnt matter blud Live Coz we will all Once leave

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