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"loki" poems
Run Run Run the Easter bunny's ****** he looking for them little kiddles hungry the easter bunny was thirsty for flesh and kid sweat Run Run Run Run Forest run said snoop dog as he was smoking and poking them little loki's
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
Run FOREST Run
I am Viking A Thousand Years Ago, three Gods ran rampant, pulsing, through my veins. Odin, Thor, and Loki were the blood that hammered through my heart. Throughout the World I ***** and pillaged, killed, and took all that could be mine. I was not afraid to die, and more, I was not afraid to live. I am Viking. A thousand years ago. Everywhere in the known world I roamed, and beyond, and everywhere I conquered. Everywhere I stayed, and stood, with my blue eyes shining, and became all that was around me. I am Viking A thousand years ago. And now I am here. I am peaceful, gentle, and I am shining. I learned my lessons well in a thousand years or so. But I must warn you. Be careful, Do not abuse me. Deep within my heart and soul, Odin, Thor, and Loki still lie sleeping. and I am Viking from a thousand years ago. I am Viking. A thousand years ago.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
I am Viking
...the meadow and the puddle you wouldn't come out of wild and simple joy invisable to eyes, now... I wander the meadow grass the fields where the flowers glow in early morning sunlight the fields you only dream of where your soul is always free... and you come running spectral through the mist, I walk lonely fields
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Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 1:50 PM UTC
the place you only dream of (loki)
Loki spat in the eye of the All-Father and demanded once and for all to be seen; Prometheus stole from a heavenly god-herd the fire that illuminates darkness and dream, for supremacy builds not the path aright -- subversion is the key to effulgent light. Bitterly bled for the world's salvation, destined to die vigintillions of deaths to deliver all people from fatal oppression, the architects drawing the gods' final breaths; yet rarely the saviors for whom hymns are sung, after the blood-stained Götterdämmerung.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
Loki
10 Haiku of Raven         1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven.         2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake.         3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation.         4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black.         5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky.         6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods.         7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo.         8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye.         9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend.        10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
10 Images of the Raven
( Haiku ) 1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven 2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake 3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation 4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black 5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky 6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods 7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo 8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye 9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend 10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
10 Images of the Raven
*( Haiku ) 1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven 2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake 3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation 4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black 5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky 6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods 7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo 8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye 9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend 10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black* .
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
10 Images of the Raven
Vague recollections, Of curio collections, Salt and pepper shakers, unused crystal ashtrays, reflecting rainbows of northern prairie light on days bright. A prairie girl, did you miss the place near the Arctic Circle, your home?  Did Odin and Freya call you away from here to there, or was Thor, or Loki the thunder in your angry voice that I feared and may have hid under the steep basement stairs, quietly in the dark hoping you were unaware. Some of your children, and your spouse, left before you did, I know that was tough, and a shame. You were tougher, though, you did suffer in you aging frame. I know you loved us all, I know you knew me too, very early you said of me "he is a sensitive child", which I have found to be all too true, many years after you have gone I miss you, grandpa and dad, Audrey and Vic too. Did you all find Valhalla at Heaven's Gate? So I will not stir up the past, nor will I hurry, through each day, for I will remember, and smile at those memories that brought me joy, prose and rhyme not of a child, but a Viking man. ©DWE032013
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
To my Grandma, Astrid
Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry, . . . Colours a black eye.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Haiku ( Loki )
Enter Lizzy in the foothill forests & Loki up in the mountains Both say their hymns separately initially. Loki at the mountains Loki: I am so happy of my freedom Lizzy in the forest at the foothills Lizzy: I can't imagine of a better situation Loki moving down the mountain Loki: But I want a true lover to mould me better Lizzy moving towards the mountain Lizzy: I now want a true lover to honor my feelings They meet each other and conversation follows Loki: How could I come across such a beauty! Lizzy: Even I think likewise, you are so handsome! Loki: Come, let's make love right now & right here. Lizzy: How could you ****** me so easily, is it a magic. Loki: My name is Loki, I'm the God here and you should fall into my arms listening this. Loki transforms into his celestial form. Lizzy faints seeing Loki's transformation as she realizes that it was the dreaded-scheming Norse God. Loki catches her as she faints and takes her to his cave on the mountain.
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC
Loki - The Schemer
I'm just a little Marvel Girl hiding behind her super heros Black widow yes Please Hawkeye Even better Xmen Avengers LOKI drools Yes yes yes PLEEEEEEEASE I'm just A little Marvel Girl Devouring everything in sight You could say I'm obbsessed But I would say I have it just Right
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Little Marvel Girl
Anyone who does not aid you to be the Character you are only helps to water you down- to sell you out to their world. Moreover, anyone who discourages you from being your Character isn't worthy of your attention; they are an enemy of your creative potential, that is to say that they are destructive to the you that would be; the you that could be- perhaps should be. **Be a Freak. Break social rules. Defy expectations. Play the Fool** and own it, too, *lest the Fool own you.* What has the Fool taught you? Have you been willing to learn? Have you the capacity to teach? Wouldst thou follow Hermes, or Loki? Mercury? Thoth? Or would they follow you? ***We need more Characters. Fear not Card #0.***
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
Card #0
montana yellow dress, the highway looked bitter sunday fit. she knew the land given, land taken, thunder walking west. met a friend. stopped to talk. he was a holy kid or dog, both songs of kindness. trickster cool mountain calf waiting for the water promenade. deep creek good old boy swimming smiles, rose up and shot like bang with the buzzard sioux feathers. truth is low clouds flashing, dreams burst in the earth room. doused sheets of chaparral and canyon grass a pretty laughing bird. wet things watch the water-log, and a frog spits whiskey. charter bus barefoot leather and a father says kids, smell the hammer, see the hammer touch its words into the world. work-tale living, fools bled. river gal cut, oh fishing.
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
loki, dog
*( Loki ) 1 All ills you have wrought Mischief maker in the dirt No shower will cleanse 2 Poor Woolfy Spirit ******* in actuality You ARE Beryl Dov 3 Thor is your new name Psychopath reinventing Same old *** trickster 4 Who is following The fortune cookie writers Such lame phony names 5 Fragile ego here Pages of Wolf and Beryl Drama queens reeking 6 Even as he leaves Tireless self promoter Lowers the banal* Note:   Wolf Spirit IS Dire Wolf IS Toreanus Pinwinkle III IS Thor IS Beryl Dov IS ******** ( aka ******* ) Rabbi IS soooooo many others - a many-faced pest and pariah, previously banned on other sites for being stalkers and sociopaths !! See: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1530102/wolves/ & http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1516652/breach/ & http://hellopoetry.com/poem/832663/beryl-dov/ & http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1527822/not-a-poem-an-open-response-to-wolf-spirit-and-wolf-spirit-dire/ Basically anyone who follows these massive-ego predators is probably them !!
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Trickster
(Haiku) . 1 Black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven 2 Valley Morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake 3 Raven Spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation 4 Unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black 5 Outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky 6 Mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods 7 Marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo 8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye 9 Tall Tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend 10 Dark Angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black .
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Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
10 Images of the Raven
lost in the garden of beautiful flowers rising to meet the dawn chorus the tides of reason and synchronised breathing devoid of reason no need for meaning senses linger the emotions are porous like monsoon raindrops clad in storm cloud towers she mirrors in reflections of her milky white skin and the amorous eyes and Loki's broad grin lead the Viking to the valley of shadow the heaving breast of the raven haired siren sheathed in wanton desires the beckoning of lust and the follies of jest the arcane pleasures of sin pressed ****** to ****** upon his battle torn chest leaves little to the imagination the ravages of the beast within graced with the fingertips of a females caress lest it not be forgotten amid the gamut of time and the crimson red lips dripping with the juices of the ***** of her King.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
Pouncing for Peaches
Wanderer. Gypsy. Warrior. A coalition of stardust children On a hunt for home I've laid out my welcome mat before Lit the candles Not for long Whispering, the wind picks up Moving across the tundra To howl through my iced cavities My edges are sandy shores Muspelheim soaked with sea salt love letters Loki resides on the interior Playing tricks Searching for a völva who will guide his way Perhaps I am she Who shall never rest Until I reach Valhalla
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
Valkyrie Heart
he is smarter than everyone even though he is not odin as charming as loki along with the mischief-makin' in despite of all he does not run nine realms he only runs one in my heart he could be thor, god of the worlds but he chose to stay with a dökkálfar
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Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 4:48 AM UTC
siren song
There is a certain devil in my eyes a twinkling trickster who despises all pomp and proper posers who lie to gain the affection of the less informed. There is a puckish knave who raves to undue the chains of those enslaved by creative play and poetry by active explorations of prose and nobility. I know such endeavors are things of futility for if they knew my form of Anansi silk spinning spider or my formidable four legged figure of coyote who runs under the Nordic name of Loki, I am certain they would try to lightning fry me. Instead, I buy some time masking my mind tapping out binary bridges of ones and zeroes with mythic folk and fairytales to educate my elves who have lost their pointed ears and no longer hear the sound of nature’s truth concealed in their very flesh.
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
Untitled
My wall are covered with Beautiful things Dream catchers Suns and planets Loki and Zeus     The mark of Cain... I love my Statues of Buddha Figures of Christ Paintings of ships at sea Guitars and amps Keyboards and drums   More than I could ever need... Outside my windows Lives the Trees Sweet sounds Of birds and bees My aesthetic impairment Has set me free ...........
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC
AESTHETICALLY IMPAIRED
You once shall meet me, In many forms come I. A creeping knife, an ominous pall, A particle in your dense sky. I play music, you see. But, this music isn't pleasant. It combines every element of malice. Chains and whips ravage your ****** drums, And I take you in. You fall to your knees, and your eyes burst from pressure. I keep playing mine tune on mine horrid instrument. The aria of the Antichrist is formed into a choir, of the demons and Malakai, Loki and Lucifer. The screeching is played too fast for your eardrums. They rupture. Suddenly, the crease of reality breaks. You are ****** into a shale-colored vortex, never to be again; listening to the wretched howl of the demons below. You once met me, In many forms came I. I felt pity for you, and played you a soft tune, But you only heard screeching while you died.
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Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
Musician?
The reverend looked upon his charge with a smile It was a false smile, but one needed She stood before him screaming for acceptance But his faith did not allow One of her kind to be placed in the herd Yet he would not allow Such scrutiny among his flock Reverend Loki looked upon his charge Filling his need for human release to be fed Quickly he suppressed it He was no longer that God One of lust and lies Tricks Yes, tricks were another matter The God of Tricks was not done He took his case to his superiors And with a few tricks he kept this girl safe She was his flock now He hugged her as tears fell down her face He handed her a new set of clothes and put her to work The Trickster was still causing chaos For humans rather than gods
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
The Reverand Loki
Shayad mai koi changey karm kitte hone, Jado mahiya mera mere sang hove. Har pal sohna jeya lagda, Mainu maitho oo mangda. Har janam mai sirf haa tuhadi, Zindagi chahe kinna vi khelle kabaddi. Har kadam tere naal chalangi, Bdi masoom hai tuhadi saadgi. Tuhanu assi takde rahiye, Saddi dadhkan te naam tera likhiye. Har saah ch vasdeya mera sajna, Teri baahan ch samet kayenaat haa. Sohne taan loki duniya ch bathere ne, Sab tou sohna mereya mahiya ve. Ohdi har awaaz ch inna sukoon haiga, Har rooh nu pavitra paak kar janda. Rabb ne vi taar ohna naal jode ne, Tu soch vi sakda mai kinna tenu chauhndi ve. Shohrat rutba daulat shaan ameeri te, Eh kam malak de hor wazir vi kar dende. Jeda kammal mera sohneya karda, Oh taan koi vi ni kar sakda. Ohde warga dost tey humsafar khuda vi ni, Ohnu daaman ch paaya mai saubhagyawati. Ohdi dewa ki misaal, Oh haiga bemisaal. Vekha tenu nitt subah-o-sham ve, Tenu vekh har khildi har sawere. Harry muradda poori hoiya, Jado mileya mainu mahiya.
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
Sohneya
This one day I was awalkin' down the road, to Chicago, winter o'seventy, worst in thirty years, 'saw this young fella in a army jacket, shiverin', his feet was cold. I walked up and said hello, you don't know me, but I saw your feet was cold. I got some dry socks and bread bags that'll keep'm dry, you can have 'em if you will. He said thank you, sir, real polite, but cold feet is what I'm gettin' past, gettin' over it wit m'mind. A guru taught me. Ain't working is it? I saw your feet was cold. Nah, it ain't, now yah mention it, and I'm hungry. So he bought me a burrito, and I told him about angels, and how some say cold feet are symbolic, one told me once, many's the wish gone awanting for lack of a reason to try. I had cold feet, back then. walkin' to Chicago, tryin' to. Again, wit my mind. And bread bags, this time. Angels, I believe in, they all are helpful as can be, within parameters, y'understand, but evil angels, ain't no such a thing. Not no more any how. Jesus fixed it, came and saw, damright, conquered war by loving and forgiving, All while the Iron-legged montrosity from Italy, was squishin' Jews and Christians in mud that stuck like clay to the Iron-legged beast. Ironic, ain't it? You don't know? Whoa. These are the last days, all the sealed up stuff that lion's den guy got from the angels, messages from YodHeyVodHey, Jesus's our father, from the prayer, on earth as in heaven? There ain't no evil angels in any heaven you ever imagined somebody imagined. Loki, don't count. There's jokers in heaven. Probably. Mark Twain imagined a hellish heaven, but saw no evil angels there. They're mythic materially, literal wills o'the wisp. The idea of evil hybrids, that was then. This now, now angels are all they ever were, messages in the medium. Mediums are something past medium now, hot or cold, media-evil memes can manifest from a mob in the medium, but they are bubbles, right? Professional testers of the patience of the saints, protesting the end of time, so what?
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
There are days, and there are days
This one day I was awalkin' down the road, to Chicago, winter o'seventy, worst in thirty years, 'saw this young fella in a army jacket, shiverin', his feet was cold. I walked up and said hello, you don't know me, but I saw your feet was cold. I got some dry socks and bread bags that'll keep'm dry, you can have 'em if you will. He said thank you, sir, real polite, but cold feet is what I'm gettin' past, gettin' over it wit m'mind. A guru taught me. Ain't working is it? I saw your feet was cold. Nah, it ain't, now yah mention it, and I'm hungry. So he bought me a burrito, and I told him about angels, and how some say cold feet are symbolic, one told me once, many's the wish gone awanting for lack of a reason to try. I had cold feet, back then. walkin' to Chicago, tryin' to. Again, wit my mind. And bread bags, this time. Angels, I believe in, they all are helpful as can be, within parameters, y'understand, but evil angels, ain't no such a thing. Not no more any how. Jesus fixed it, came and saw, damright, conquered war by loving and forgiving, All while the Iron-legged montrosity from Italy, was squishin' Jews and Christians in mud that stuck like clay to the Iron-legged beast. Ironic, ain't it? You don't know? Whoa. These are the last days, all the sealed up stuff that lion's den guy got from the angels, messages from YodHeyVodHey, Jesus's our father, from the prayer, on earth as in heaven? There ain't no evil angels in any heaven you ever imagined somebody imagined. Loki, don't count. There's jokers in heaven. Probably. Mark Twain imagined a hellish heaven, but saw no evil angels there. They're mythic materially, literal wills o'the wisp. The idea of evil hybrids, that was then. This now, now angels are all they ever were, messages in the medium. Mediums are something past medium now, hot or cold, media-evil memes can manifest from a mob in the medium, but they are bubbles, right? Professional testers of the patience of the saints, protesting the end of time, so what?
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Binges, binge this, binge that. Never tried twack, nor crack, 40+ Unisom Sleep Gels, Put me in some intense sleep spells. Tried my first Xan, ate all 14 blues in my hand. Still hadn't even had *** Didn't have a phone to text. I ate 63 Unisom this time, but I knew I felt fine. Walked in the night through my town, till those Webb City cops had to put me down. Got a really awesome plug, taught me how to deal and **** Tried twak, crack and sold it to my city, I could get a gram for fifty. Caught my first DWI, dude I'm not drunk! but I was high. I sat in the Jasper County Jail, read all the bible while I was in my cell. Got my best friend pregnant, man life was really pleasant. 4 months my seed dies, only God could hear my cries. 7 bottles of cough suppressant, God came to me in my coma segment. I had no intentions of turning away, I was living my life day for day. Shot my first handgun, I started my life on the run. I hated the world and I hated myself, I had everything except for help. 3 hits of acid, 1 bottle of cough syrup, some **** DMT, and Hash. My 20th birthday had to be a bash. I saw a dragon hatch from the sky, I swore we all were gonna die. I couldn't wait for the world to end, I had not a single friend everyone was for pretend. Started going by Okey Dokey, caused more mischief than Loki! I wound myself down with a girl, I thought she was my world. We thought we were in love, but we just loved to rub. Left her after a week of being locked up, I wanted to be like a lotus that grows from the muck. I found a relationship with my Lord and Saviour, I couldn't believe that what he had set for me later! Turning the age of 22 and confined, I was started to see becoming less blind. I was baptized in the jail, I gave up my feelings to fail! Now here I am, becoming a man. I live in a Church now, may peace and love be with you, Chow!
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Reflecting
Binges, binge this, binge that. Never tried twack, nor crack, 40+ Unisom Sleep Gels, Put me in some intense sleep spells. Tried my first Xan, ate all 14 blues in my hand. Still hadn't even had *** Didn't have a phone to text. I ate 63 Unisom this time, but I knew I felt fine. Walked in the night through my town, till those Webb City cops had to put me down. Got a really awesome plug, taught me how to deal and **** Tried twak, crack and sold it to my city, I could get a gram for fifty. Caught my first DWI, dude I'm not drunk! but I was high. I sat in the Jasper County Jail, read all the bible while I was in my cell. Got my best friend pregnant, man life was really pleasant. 4 months my seed dies, only God could hear my cries. 7 bottles of cough suppressant, God came to me in my coma segment. I had no intentions of turning away, I was living my life day for day. Shot my first handgun, I started my life on the run. I hated the world and I hated myself, I had everything except for help. 3 hits of acid, 1 bottle of cough syrup, some **** DMT, and Hash. My 20th birthday had to be a bash. I saw a dragon hatch from the sky, I swore we all were gonna die. I couldn't wait for the world to end, I had not a single friend everyone was for pretend. Started going by Okey Dokey, caused more mischief than Loki! I wound myself down with a girl, I thought she was my world. We thought we were in love, but we just loved to rub. Left her after a week of being locked up, I wanted to be like a lotus that grows from the muck. I found a relationship with my Lord and Saviour, I couldn't believe that what he had set for me later! Turning the age of 22 and confined, I was started to see becoming less blind. I was baptized in the jail, I gave up my feelings to fail! Now here I am, becoming a man. I live in a Church now, may peace and love be with you, Chow!
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