"leechers" poems
i do not see them crumble as most
wilting below a burden of naturalized slavery
neither as a remorseless lament of hopelessness
or awkward betrayal by time
i cannot see them crucified by false hope
echoed and embedded in folklore
ardently imposed upon a claim of immortality
piously preached by mercenary saviors
i shall not surrender to ashes
before capricious flames in heart of a nation
smolder the vegetative apathy
of a sickened red fluid in its veins
i shall not be silenced
for i refuse to accept the malignant misinterpretation
of her as a **** and womb only
screaming its last sufferance
she is my mother
a living breathing soul
one heart parched by seasons of drought
melted in romance of a vagrant monsoon
lost in torrents of reminiscence
and lost in memory of a time
godliness wasn't branded on stars
faithfulness wasn't obligatory
devotion wasn't a farce
i long to see distances wail into heaven's ears
shrivel and wither away at the command of my brothers
be shattered to the dust of oblivion
forever dead and buried
i claim the world for what it is
a stunning sight of nature's wisdom
and love alike
i steer my passionate agony
into the inspiring fate of a land
where my guile would be echoed by
rhetorical lovers and leechers alike
and i shall not hold back.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
Wassup hellopoetry
Got something on my mind
But it may cost me
Everything evolves
Around money
Friends to foes
Videos to hoes
Everybody love to expose
Those who chose
I pick em wisely
Try to get between the sheets like isleys
Loot feels good aint no lie
But the leechers hold on
Until ya die
No Pain no gain i feel insane
Too much smoke on the brain
Swishers and bang
Poppin them thangs
Love the way the hood og maintain
Cool as **** aint afta the buck
Its all these youngin chasin buck
Try to express feeling for some ***
From a ***** i just hop on the next
It aint bout who got all the money?
When its fools that owns you dummy
Im about monopoly
Yea federal & state property
Break em off properly
Taxes is strip so the gov can dip
They show ya lie i tell ya the truth
I may get in early grave
Cuz to them i dont know how to behave
Sheddin light
Thats what i do
Dont give a **** if ya aint down
Buckin clowns
Say hello to nine rounds
I pop in yo head **** he dead
Beat th3 feds cu z i bit the holy bread
Like jelly on toast is spread
In all corners
Represent from tre to the homestead
Houston texas ***** thats what i am
If yousa hater
I really dont give a ****
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
Let it pour out to drink up the love
Feel the insecurities as they bleed
Its time again to relapse in sin
Its time again to meet my best friend
Calculate how much hate i need
Bubbling, fizzing, alcoholic greed
Oh no, no no
Its time again
To get it in
before the shakes begin
Its time to sip it slow
so the world tastes sweeter
Its time to sip it fast
Cuz the world hates leechers
Metallic taste of ***** in haste
Cheap to do the job
Im trying and crying
And hiding from God
Run, run, run!
Are we having fun yet?
Beg Him for change
Not for coins but of pace
**** it lets just face the reality
We will never change
The cravings will never go away
Even taking it along with each day
Even when we pray pray pray
Leta just drink another fifth, okay?
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
The everything bagel
Left out on the table
Forgotten has gotten
All moldy and rank
In the ancient one's hovel
Suppose if you grovel
Avoid being boiled
In his scalding hot tank
It'll all be discarded
Make sure that it's guarded
The teachers and leechers
Assemblies to thank
But if you're taking chances
Despite circumstances
Assume that the room
Is just empty and blank
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 1:41 PM UTC
It was on a harsh winter day some long time ago.
The ice-lased winds rocked the leaves to and fro.
And even though it'd been around for a while,
The great big tree could only give a wry smile.
The forest which stood still now shook and shimmered.
The hands of death upon which had been delivered.
The animals burrowed deep in search of shelter
As the snow poured down from sky-high pelters.
The tree stood tall protecting its creatures
Despite the fact they were now just leechers.
For the tree did not care about the suffering it brought upon itself
The reason being that life can only last so long
So as long as it could serve to nurse others to health
He did not mind if this was his last song.
The sky grew dimmer with the bristle of the leaves
The howl of the night had only just begun
And upon his barks lay all the memories
That inspired the tone with which he now hummed.
And despite the fact it didn't speak any form of word
The song it formed spoke clearly still,
"Winds of the night, let my voice be heard,
These creatures shall befall no ill.
It matters not if mother nature hark,
For this is my rebellious last testament."
The wind picked up, the snow pounding upon his bark,
His words now used to his own detriment.
Yet no matter how long the night threatened to last,
Cherry blossom after cherry blossom wilting away,
The tree stood strong and tall and spoke aloud.
The words clear to those within its *****
"The forest is not yours to claim
For they are who raised me well
And if you think you can take them from me
You'll drag me down to hell."
And so the fight went on for as long as the moon stood tall,
Yet morning still came and the sun rose once more.
The forest felt safe and the blizzard had passed.
And yet the sight of the tree beckoned mourning,
From all the generations who lived and died with him.
Perhaps he simply couldn't suffer the pain any longer.
The cherry blossom wilts.
Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 5:14 PM UTC