"kiddin" poems
Some clichty folks
don't know the facts,
posin' and preenin'
and puttin' on acts,
stretchin' their backs.
They move into condos
up over the ranks,
pawn their souls
to the local banks.
Buying big cars
they can't afford,
ridin' around town
actin' bored.
If they want to learn how to live life right
they ought to study me on Saturday night.
My job at the plant
ain't the biggest bet,
but I pay my bills
and stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
for my own self's sake,
so I don't have to pick
and I don't have to rake.
Take the church money out
and head cross town
to my friend girl's house
where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
where the music is blue
and to the point.
Folks write about me.
They just can't see
how I work all week
at the factory.
Then get spruced up
and laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
with sassy glance.
They accuse me of livin'
from day to day,
but who are they kiddin'?
So are they.
My life ain't heaven
but it sure ain't hell.
I'm not on top
but I call it swell
if I'm able to work
and get paid right
and have the luck to be Black
on a Saturday night.
7.2k
He bit the curb.
Does that make you disturbed?
She laughed at tears.
Does that deepen your fears?
They don't know when to stop.
There's no stop signs in this town.
If it's you, life's sad.
But if it's them they shouldn't make a sound.
Some don't fit in,
and they just can't help it,
no matter where they been.
I guess no one really developed it.
Whom I kiddin?
Some people are fake,
on the outside their only,
the character they make.
"Who wants to run like me?
Who wants to get away?
I look around,
but they all seem A-okay."
Well if he judged you,
He'd seem to be just fine.
But you'd never guess,
He's scared of being left behind.
If she beat you and spit in your face,
you'd figure she was spoiled,
but her life was just so misplaced.
Why do they have to smile?
Why do they have to drown?
Why do they have to go away,
after smashing into cold, hard ground?
I'd say you need a lesson,
but you've probably had one too.
Stop being arrogant,
if there's one thing that you do.
They've seen the grey clouds,
and you've seen the rain.
And surprisingly we've all gone insane.
So why drive us mad?
Why call us bad?
Make us sad?
What have I done?
Nothing,
but yet I'm being pushed.
Off my feet, off the swings, off the air, off the edge.
By you, by them, by me, by life?
I'm going to stand here,
and proclaim to the skies.
"For once, let this life be mine!"
"And please vanish the outer lies!"
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
hi,
first time?
no? hmmm
im siam and you are?
cold turkey.
cold turkey, nice name.
is that for real coz im starting to believe it.
sigh, of course not!
as if siam is your real name duh!
haha
do you want to go out and have life outside
or you just want to sit back and relax as if you enjoy all this ****
what do you want siam?
im free.
sure!
*****
no thanks,
im done with 1 bottle already.
weak!
kiddin, hi im oyster and you are?
oyster, sound scandal isnt it?
yah,
i know.
im free,
sure.
who am i?
rabbit?
cement?
who am i?
say it louder,
who am i?
pablo,
oslo,
just do it!
done.
same.
wait,
what's your name again?
it doesnt matter anyway,
call me whatever you like.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
Derick knew what he had done,
To earn the impression of delinquency.
He had broken the law many times,
And fought with people frequently.
His mother branded him a danger,
To society and himself.
His father branded him a stranger,
His real son lived upon a shelf.
"See this boy here?" his dad would say,
Tapping a photograph of young Derick.
He remembered that day,
When life had been more generic.
That was before his father slouched alone,
Bottle in palm of hand,
Talking to women on the phone,
What a role model, what a man.
"I see the boy," Derrick said,
His voice quiet as night.
"But I don't see the man,
Who prompted me to fight."
Little Derik came across his father,
Back then, talking to his women,
He managed to anger the man,
Who hit him then claimed to be kiddin'.
His father flushed with anger,
He hit his son in the face.
"Don't you dare say that,
You know your place!"
Derick, he was deemed society's menace,
Few cared that his father drove him so,
I hope that you will judge less,
For you simply never know.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
If you can't see,
How can you expect to be free,
Sitting on your knee,
Taking it all,
Paying a hidden fee,
To the engine.
Selling your soul,
Thinking you're not part of the sin,
And then wondering why does it smell so foul.
You're in it,
And so am I,
And so are the masses.
Programmed over the eras,
To chase the escape,
Forgetting that it's just vape.
Who are we kiddin?
We all can see,
Fom the seats we're sitting in,
Absorbing the malicious,
Expelling the benevolence,
and being blatantly shameless,
Forgetting that such an exsistence should be nameless.
But here we are,
Here we are,
Smitten by the evil kitten,
Claiming what can we do,
What can we do?
Who are you shittin?
Who are we shittin?
But ain't it fittin.
I guess we do belong,
We did reap what we sowed,
And we did it all together.
Here's a pill,
Forget that it'll make you ill,
But this is it.
There is no escape.
So why are we looking for salvation,
In the new phone,
In the company raise,
In the new hand bag.
Same fallacy,
Different phase,
Moving on.
The salvation you seek,
Is something that you'll find inside,
And even when you do,
She will never stick around.
So accept,
That every day won't be amazing,
And don't forget,
That everyday doesn't have to be bad,
And that's what this life is made of,
Till the day we all are just vape.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
He ****** me off
I hated him to my core
I wanted to **** him and leave behind so much gore
His head for my mantle
His heart for my stew
His soul for my brew.
But I could not
I've fought
He was stronger
My will to live I had no longer
Many attempts
And damage hidden
No I'm not kiddin'
I tried to **** myself
No one noticed
How could they
For them I was just prey
As unnoticeable as grey
But soon I saw
What I had ceased to notice
People cared
To hang out with me people did dare
I had friends
Who didn't want my life to end.
I stopped cutting
And started to smile
I swallowed my bitter bile
My sadness left
Happiness came back
But soon came the counter-attack
Junior High was a *****
Although I never had to get a stitch
Pain and Injury came abound
And my friends left me all around
I wasn't cool
I was a tool
My happiness left
Sadness returned tenfold
Someone came and made my life well...
A LIVING HELL
Back came the failed attempts.
Poisoning, Strangulation, drowning, asphyxiation
And it all swept across my small nation
I never did have a vacation
From my close friends suicidal and Madness
Least of all sadness
But came high school
New friends
An old end
A new beginning
It got better
I never would have thought
That after I stopped and fought my feelings
That people would come back
Friends who shared my interests
Pessimistic
Yeah I still am
But I no longer wanted to be run over by a tram
People cared
That's all that it took
As if it all were from a storybook
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
In 1492,
Columbus had a few
Things to do
Before he sailed the ocean blue.
He needed some green,
If you know what I mean,
So he went to see the King and Queen
Of Portugal, England, and France:
They laughed, shook their heads and said, “No chance.”
While his Homies back in Italy
Said, “Christabo, you gotta be kiddin’ me.
You want to do WHAT!? And you want US to pay?
We think you're a nut, now go on, go away."
But he didn’t give up and he didn’t complain,
He shook it off and took off for Spain
Where Ferdinand and Isabella,
Thinking him a righteous fella,
Told him they would float his boat,
If their country he’d promote,
Plant their flag on lands discovered, and
Bring them riches he uncovered, so
They all signed on the dotted line, and
Columbus said, “The pleasure’s mine!”
Then he smiled and bowed and said, “I’ll see’ya!”
And hopped aboard the Santa Maria.
See Christopher knew the Greek Geeks found,
That instead of flat, the earth was round,
So he thought he knew, or at least he guessed,
That it might be best
To get Far East by sailing west.
He pulled up anchor, set the sail
Told ninety men, success or fail,
West, they’d go, and west they went
Seventy days, provisions spent,
When land was spotted, dead ahead,
Columbus planted the flag and said,
“I claim this land for the King of Spain,
In doing so increase his reign,
And underneath this flag, unfurled,
Declare New Spain, a brand new world!”
What Columbus didn’t anticipate
He was 500 years or so too late,
For Eric the Red, and Leif, his son,
Long ago discovered Newfoundland.
Now when history tells North America’s story,
There’s room for both to share the glory.
But another fact, it’s become quite clear,
There were thousands of people already here,
See life in Asia wasn’t so great,
Some folks decided not to wait,
They just walked across the Bering Strait,
So Chris and Leif both got here late!
Phil Lindsey 1/27/17
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
The name of this tune is Mississippi ******
And I mean every word of it
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi ******
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi ******
Can't you see it
Can't you feel it
It's all in the air
I can't stand the pressure much longer
Somebody say a prayer
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi ******
This is a show tune
But the show hasn't been written for it, yet
Hound dogs on my trail
School children sitting in jail
Black cat cross my path
I think every day's gonna be my last
Lord have mercy on this land of mine
We all gonna get it in due time
I don't belong here
I don't belong there
I've even stopped believing in prayer
Don't tell me
I tell you
Me and my people just about due
I've been there so I know
They keep on saying "Go slow!"
But that's just the trouble
"do it slow"
Washing the windows
"do it slow"
Picking the cotton
"do it slow"
You're just plain rotten
"do it slow"
You're too **** lazy
"do it slow"
The thinking's crazy
"do it slow"
Where am I going
What am I doing
I don't know
I don't know
Just try to do your very best
Stand up be counted with all the rest
For everybody knows about Mississippi ******
I made you thought I was kiddin'
Picket lines
School boy cots
They try to say it's a communist plot
All I want is equality
for my sister my brother my people and me
Yes you lied to me all these years
You told me to wash and clean my ears
And talk real fine just like a lady
And you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie
Oh but this whole country is full of lies
You're all gonna die and die like flies
I don't trust you any more
You keep on saying "Go slow!"
"Go slow!"
But that's just the trouble
"do it slow"
Desegregation
"do it slow"
Mass participation
"do it slow"
Reunification
"do it slow"
Do things gradually
"do it slow"
But bring more tragedy
"do it slow"
Why don't you see it
Why don't you feel it
I don't know
I don't know
You don't have to live next to me
Just give me my equality
Everybody knows about Mississippi
Everybody knows about Alabama
Everybody knows about Mississippi ******
That's it!
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Like **** you look; like you cry yourself to sleep.
I want yeah love, not yeah tears.
You laugh in public, but in private you're crying.
Stuck to old fabric when you should be in silk with me.
'Cause of me, you say,
You can't hear The Bees.
I want yeah love, not hyperbole.
I thought I had you lost,
But you know,
I see:
Holding up,
That face, yours,
Behind the big plastic frames,
Who you kiddin'?
Not me.
I see the blue.
Who you kiddin'?
Not me, babe, not me.
So we're both unhappy, you in yours,
And yours in you,
And me in mine.
Mine in me.
Me and ******* me.
Still, I am free to not be free,
You are love, that can't.
Now ain't that a pretty irony?
Why aren't we turning?
Like we're meant to - two matchsticks burning as they coil each other round -
The white,
Burnt charcoal for all to see.
Oh, yeah, I forgot, blind ambition for a dream - that through entreaty - can't be met.
From tinctured gray hair,
And looped repetition,
Patriarchy's silver,
Its forked deceit.
You ********* you.
Come here I'll flail you proper,
Open up your flesh with my acid tongue,
Lash you to a better place so make your skin red like the devil's own.
Ahhh, come on!
Summer's buried,
So to our hovels,
Our fake wombs,
And see what emerges when you can't long any longer our hardened decay.
When desire finally awakens and brings you skipping to our light.
I'll be there in the shade,
Waiting to dominate,
As best you had.
Come lover,
Before all meaning's lost,
All passion's fury spent
On false gods who live to lie.
Come dart with me in the shadows and the light.
Take me to the sun's core.
Strip me,
Make to me, again,
My deepest rings penetrate,
On my face scathing drip,
Savage in my ears,
Over my minced and dessicated body rage,
Your clear **** in my hair.
Animal; you, I miss.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
Drinking alone my friend
Sounds familiar doesn't it?
The phones not ringin
Because no one cares
But the grass is greener
In the bottle at the bottom
Right?
Who am I kiddin
No ones listenin
Sittin alone, sippin alone
That's the flow of this poem
Depressed again. Whatever.
I'm over it and alone
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
hey butch
who ya kiddin'
you ain't no cowboy
no how
stick with ice hockey
now step aside
takes a lot more
slip it in a trollop
my grandpa shot better
hung 'em up to dry
in our back yard
on tremont street
under nevada sky
I learnt a noose knot
to catch my lizards
sold that snake
food with other gizards
I ******** caribou
and run them to a gallop
I knock off mafia heads
I take out cutters
florida boys don't scare me none
don't believe me
come and get me
find out for yourselves
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
I Hate My Friggin Isp
I hate my friggin, ISP,
it's a source, of aggravation
down for this, or down for that,
satellite is in, wrong constellation
the sun's too far, or it's too brite,
can't seem to find, the moon tonite
that piece attached, on the left,
should have been put, on the right
Yes my ISP is a royal pain, I'm sure that you know
but you see it's always the same, no matter where you go
gave a call, said they'd be here,
if not today, then real soon
said can you please, be a little clearer,
same old song, with a different tune
so hot today, got jobs stacked high,
gee I'm sitting here, wondering why
excuse me sir, but I have to go now,
it's time for lunch, gonna eat me some pie
Yes my ISP is a royal pain I'm sure that you know
but it's always the same no matter where you go
two days later, this guy shows up,
says I'm here, to fix you good
studies his diagram, I says hey, wus up,
somethings wrong, doesn't look like it should
you gotta be kiddin me, are you nuts,
don't understand, how could this be
let me look more, while I smoke some butts,
then I'll have to call it in, while I watch TV
Yes my ISP is a royal pain I'm sure that you know
but it's always the same no matter where you go
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:09 AM UTC
twenteesventh.
you write of dismembered leaves,
enhaloed lust(wtf)
pains too sweet because they’re youthfully incomplete,
using incontrovertible idiocies like
dry rain droplets shining like sunlight,
edible goodbye cheerios,
edible didactics, teaching “frosted flakys”
poetic methadone methodology,
poems hats with rhyming lyrics
that taste like that burnt eyelids colored
a blood stained mustard yellow, (yum),
beyond burger veggie based satyrs,
the happy gladness of sadness,
reversible rivers flowing heavenwards,
***** ******* you want an
infernal cataclysm...
really?
dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries,
brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets
and other Olsonian beauties,
like I write with succinct passion,
me, who gets eaten alive by buggers saying
“too long,” “too long,” “needed a mid-poem napt”
non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical
chemical verbal reactionaries
and then you wonder why
PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?
jes kiddin’ a leetle
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Tea for two
beside the ocean blue
i looked inside my cup
just outta luck
saw the titanic old
my vision i told
to my mate sitting
next to me knitting,
Look here! i said,
*I'm not kiddin!
a ships in there!*
..."oh, thats too much to bare"
my mate said as he leaned
over to see, but the sunlight beamed,
and he could not see
the titanic that would sink
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
my baby hailey,
I'd eat this world.
I'd churp and burp .;.
It's all so bright
I'ts moving my sight
I'm on a first flight
No need to hold tight
I'm morfing allnight...
My eye sight is rubies I'll pass on the doobies .
my tune is groovys, .. this beat. wawh wawh wawh , ! get me the saw this tree needs a bra >.>
................That lazy daisy!........... is driving me crazy bin in the shower foe more then an hour'
waisting my water getting me hotter
I must be a giant your freshest client .
I think I have power ! that you should know,
just kiddin bro you're face seams to glow.
whatta great trip You're getting a tip
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
an da darling
new kid
an the stallion
an the wild prairee
an the new darlin
little kid
she or he
i don't care
i don't know
all i feel
is lovley
and the new dawn
and the prairee
the wild wilderness
and the mountain dominion
and the true
daughter
or son
the one who aint kiddin
does what's forbidden
chooses to love
an da darling
new kid
an the stallion
an the wild prairee
an the new darlin
little kid
she or he
i don't care
i don't know
seed seed seed
needs needs needs
rain rain rain
seed
needs
rain
we are seed and rain
an nothin else
aint we
darlin?
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 3:29 PM UTC
cant take it no mo'!
....
i cant
(really)
................
hallucination's song's
become a dememted vision with skulls
and bones
.
laughin and cryin like children
and mad women who were meant
to be mothers you know
..
..
..
yea
..
an "economic downturn"
my ***
.....
******
******
that's what it is
...
the cool winds of new york city
and the guru dreams live on
in warrior rags and starving lovers
in alleyways
of light
and
images containing you and me
before we believed
the wrinkles and sad lines
on our broken faces
was us!
(fools!.....simply fools!!)
-------
only the dance with death is real we now know
all our pretense !
calling "F__KING"
loving!!!!!!
.
** **
(kiddin no-one)
....
only a tiny ember remains
but the eternal wind
(our breath)
is strong perhaps
and perhaps "who knows"
may thrill us again
into a true sense
of humanity
....
cant take it no mo'!
(our lyin to ourselves)
.
COME ON!
.
*** wit it!
NOW!
...
AINT NO HIDIN
no more
no where
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 6:29 PM UTC
Deep in the hundred acre woods
Where Christopher Robin plays
You’ll find the enchanted neighborhood of Christopher's childhood days
A donkey named Eeyore is his friend
And kanga and little Roo
There’s Rabbit and Piglet
And there’s Owl
But most of all
When we’re human and we’re gonna be
I’m gonna blow my horn
(doodle-dee-loo)
I’m gonna live the high life
I’m gonna do my best to
Kiss the girl
Sha lalalalala
My oh my
Looks like the boy’s too shy
Ain’t gonna kiss the
Girl worth fighting for
My girl will think I have no faults
That I’m a major find
How bout a girl who’s got a brain
And always speaks her mind?
My manly ways and turn of
Phrase are sure to thrill her
He thinks he’s such a
Little black raincloud
Hovering under the hunny tree
I’m only a little black raincloud
Pay no attention to little
You poor unfortunate souls
In pain
In need
This one longing to be thinner
This one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes indeed
Those poor unfortunate
Friends from the other side
The cards, the cards,
The cards will tell
The past, the present, and the future as well
The cards, the cards,
Just take three
Take a little trip into your future with me
Be our guest
Be our guest
Put the our service to the test
Tie your napkin round your neck, chérie
And we’ll provide
The aggravation
That’s ancient history
Been there
Done that
Who you think you’re kiddin
He’s the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through you
Girl ya can’t conceal it
We know how ya
Will never pass for a perfect bride
Or a perfect daughter
Can it be
I’m not meant to play this part
And at last I see the light
And it’s like a fog’s been lifted
And at last I see the light
And it’s like the sky is
A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I’m way up here
It’s crystal clear
I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a great big welcome
Will be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
Beauty and the beast
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
i give you my permission
to give into this transmission
ease your laughter im not kiddin
slip into a deep remission
my commanding requisition
blend into your mental waves
relax with every word i say
an breathe cool steel
don't close your eyes just stay awake
im deeper a6nd deeper inside the mind
eight6y percent you
twenty percen6t fluid
connectin juices reproduces
haters clueless
mass confusion
listehn to. the. sound of.
voices who aren't homaies
telilin you
you are so homelly
princess joy and clevers spider
shiney clowns and apaple cider
crafty witchtes at my parties
bloated tube skates mister sarry
give me your one-foldnn
42-faceted joker
blanket faces and strip poker
Pony G you are so crafty.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
Imagine this man, my father or dad
Would guilt trip his children, this story's so sad
Takes half a weeks pay, waves it under their nose
Demands that we write him or the check it will go
You crazy old man, you make me so blue
Do you even remember how you made me so *******
Pay attention, a lesson I've learned, so will you
You only get back what you give, here's to you
You told me when I was a lad of thirteen
Don't come around I have other family
I don't need them getting confused nor upset
Just leave us alone, the skunk is our pet
Or how 'bout the time I was just only three
When the neighborhood mobster did ******** me
You told me "don't just sit there call up the police
But, I have to work so please excuse me"
Or how 'bout the time that along with my sister
You let that bad man take his creepy **** pictures
Sue often referred to her dad as her dooshie
And he'll never know what she baked in her cookies
You think I don't know how you spoil your son
Normy gets all he can handle of mile high fun
Fine season tickets to all sporting events
For how many years now, since he was ten
I had a neighbor, competed with me
I'm sorry I troubled you, what did I think
That you cared? That you tried? Did more than nothing?
'Cause you're old now, your children, should they be so loving?
C'mon who ya kiddin'? You had more than this comin'
You should have been locked up to protect my dear cousin
If you're all alone with no one and feel blue
What goes around finally came back to you
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
break down
break it
down
ya walk slave streets
ya walk these streets
break down
----
over and over again
--------
rich slaves
poor slaves
we are all slaves
we walk slave streets
these streets
-------
break down
break it
down
-----
over and over again
------
aint no way
to keep kiddin
yourself
----
on slave streets
with fake lovers
---------
break down
break it
down
----
over and over
over and over
---
over and over
again
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 11:24 AM UTC
who gonna hold it
who gonna dare
stand against the empire
who gonna know
who gonna remember
everything
who are you
why
who are you kiddin
who gonna stand
who gonna
who gonna
look the devil in the eye
--
who gonna hold it
who gonna dare
stand against the empire
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 11:27 AM UTC
Underneath the cold moon
In the parking lot I told you
Didn't even know you would take back the hours we wasted
We're frozen in the headlights
We're slipping on the black ice
We're shooting not to act nice
Blood in the air, I could taste it
So I found out through a mutual
The night you said that you went home
You played me like a musical
Said ignorance is beautiful
I found out through a mutual
The night you said that you went home
You tricked me with the dude I know the wrong
You said you wouldn't
But you did it
Why you lying?
I ain't kiddin
Hands numb, can't feel
This love's not real
Now I'm finding
Your handwriting
'Cross the ceiling
Close my eyes and say, "How'd I get here?"
This love's not real
I lost touch with who I am
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
This castle is made of sand
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
Double yellow lines like
Slipping in the black night
I'm losing all my lifelines
Never thought you could erase them
This world is full of hypocrites and ******* claiming innocence
Ya I just came to witness it
And leave here with no fingerprints
This world is full of hypocrites and ******* claiming innocence
We always want to be the prince, but it’s incestuous
You said you wouldn't
But you did it
Why you lying?
I ain't kidding
Hands numb, can't feel
This love's not real
Now I'm finding
Your handwriting
'Cross the ceiling
Close my eyes and say, "How'd I get here?"
This love's not real
I lost touch with who I am
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
This castle is made of sand
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
Cold sweat, shaking with the fever dream
Go back to the same crime scene
Now my ears baby won't stop ringing
My ears, yeah, they won't stop ringing
Cold sweat, shaking with the fever dream
Go back to the same crime scene
Now my ears ya they won't stop ringing
I lost touch with who I am
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
This castle is made of sand
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
Clean me in your river
You can wash me with your water
Purify me till I shiver
Cause I've been seeing ghosts
Is this me finally losing you
Or an optical illusion?
Every beat I make is unfinished
And every song I write is ill conceived
When all the cities fade and they diminish
Will anyone remember you and me?
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
gun shots feel the ears
Of my young sisters
Who have been conditioned to interpret
Those shots as a mating call.
Head aches cured with the medicine bottle
But with side affects
not by the entered purpose
But hey at least working
As are you til your 75
Ironic that's most black men die
Don't take that from this
Forget it
Your an activists
Self proclaimed to be with it
I get it I get it
the cool black cop
But pulled me over cause my side mirror
was missing you gotta be kiddin
Your gold badge shines as if the LMPD
Was in L.E.D.
pretend you didn't say
"Get on your knees"
did I offend you officer?
Oops seems as if you dropped
this back of white by me
I started to sneeze
Must be allergic to this ****
that he was blaming on me
Do 15 year maximum security
hot as hell
got out
bought bird and a cell
Slowly crept up on officer Odel
A flash was the last thing he saw
Though i never thought I'd do it
Somebody's little sister heard my
Mating call.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Ya ain't wanted here kid
..
It's not what it seems ya know
Some gift from heaven
--
Suffering DONT build no character
It just keeps you docile
--
You are SLAVE
---
Write all the poetry ya want
But if ya say too much you'll be arrested
--
Ya think I'm kiddin
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But
Despite all this
Say
"Off the pigs"
And go on!
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC