"lamborghinis" poems
It has been a couple of weeks
since the rigor of being McGregor
boiled down to nothing,
and Mayweather
had an Irma of punches
ricochet off of him.
I recollect this seemingly regular
pre-big-match rumor,
that the game was arranged.
These verdicters
pronounced a loss for Conor.
If so, Mc. man there
took way too many hits for the money.
Now that McGregor is left for dead,
and verily, Floyd
may or may not have added
a few more Lamborghinis
from the Billion bucks prize !!!
Many fortunes have changed.
I've fallen deep down
into this cemetery
where my thoughts lay dead,
and from the abyss sprout up a paradox
that stands for all fortunes:
We all fish in the same waters;
if one stirs a ripple,
driving the fishes away,
another is gifted a school without much labor.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
Monochrome buildings pave the way,
It's another monotonous day at the office.
And so starts my favourite routine
The required daily dose of caffeine
Sickly sweet sugar supplements
Occasional visits to the gents
Where in the tranquility
I can ponder what I'd like to be...
...Living so high the clouds are the sea,
No responsibilities!
I don't have to dress,
The butler can take care of the mess.
Jacuzzis, cruises, friends who I choose,
Admiring reflections in gold plated loos',
But perhaps I digress...
...Back to reality I guess.
If time flies when you're having fun,
Then pressing keyboards all day long
Makes every second crawl a marathon!
But I can multitask a bit.
I can breath and walk and talk and sit
While simultaneously pressing a button
And at the same time doing next to nothing!
But even then I can scavenge my mind,
And if I'm lucky I will find
That little paradise of mine...
...And faster than the eye can see,
I am covered in girls in bikinis
Whilst crashing Lamborghinis
Into modern art reflections,
Of my many types of perfection.
And I'll roll out, unharmed and afar
There's a feast for my eyes like caviar...
And if you find that hard to believe,
My imagination comes for free!
So I understand your private confession
That I must have the perfect profession.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
You can have your gold chains
and necklaces of diamonds.
You can ride your white stallions
and drive your Lamborghinis.
You can dance with the stars,
have the favour of all,
but all these things
will not get you near heavens wall.
You say you want to go to heaven?
but that gateway is not open 24/7.
It has no latches,
hinges or lock.
It is not made of steel,
plastic or rock.
The gate is Jesus
who lay down his life,
and for you to enter,
He paid a heavy price.
He died on the cross,
the criminals death.
His body was torn.
His ligaments wrenched.
He was speared in the side.
With His own blood,
He was drenched.
I am the Christ,
the sacrificed one.
I am Gods only begotten son.
I am the only gateway in.
On that gate is it is written,
“Jesus, the King”.
I find those who seek me.
I turn none away.
Come wash in the water.
With my own blood I paid.
I spoke life into existence.
I displayed myself in creation.
I gave you my words and written formation.
I birthed myself on earth in the flesh.
I ate at your table.
Some of you laid on my chest.
I did this to display my fathers love for you.
But you were stubborn and hard hearted,
and killed me instead.
But I conquered that darkness
and I broke every chain.
I rose from the dead
to lead you through the same.
I then returned to my Fathers side
and sent you my Spirit to save,
heal and guide.
Come follow me,
for I am life.
Full of abundance,
all joy and delight.
Let your ears hear
and let your eye see.
There is no other God beside me.
So don't seek after the favour of men,
or desire the things you hold in your hand.
Your time is short,
so do not delay.
Enter my kingdom
before I return with my Sword.
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life. John 3:16
Aug 19, 2023
Aug 19, 2023 at 5:16 PM UTC
Sin City with blinders,
Bird **** on the windshield
A herd of burly men in pastels and summer shorts
A row of parked rental Lamborghinis
Commiserating and taking selfies,
Loudly showing off,
Posting on social media or
Dating Apps
Snapchat snapshots
Hotshots in Sincity with the bling ca-ching!
It's a ****** rental, for christ-sakes!
Where's Dateline's to catch a predator,
What good is a thousand words when the picture is telling lies?
What happened ? In Vegas,
Bright lights' bite, vice, and **** looks like magic.
Sin city running with blinders.
Birdshit on the windshield.
A dry desert thirsts for rain.
(Empty swag bags....)
Shit's all the same.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC