"narcs" poems
spirited ferret
rare, ear hair tipped white
frightened pip carefully snaring
darting pairs flipping
clipped wings, carted
shipped riggings sing
lark songs
darkness brings
wronged Nips
angered and singing
ears ring banging hangers
tearing string Narcs protest
ingesting *** freeing boxes
rocks bling
****** tracks shear hearts
parked rack blesses
black guests
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
troll tooth
oger toe
flow stupid
fistful of shiny carbon lattice wilt
and a composted halo too
beautifully torn derivatives slid
from this orifice
oven timer set fer
office space wasted
noob cubed
these are exponential times we're livin in, sim
yer prolly obsolete, so tap the banner below
for more there's more
trends friend then interrogate
unfriend those has-been's for the win dim
naked lightbulbs swing from
threadbare strings faster than light plus **** too
there's ***** adorno
how right you were
this **** is almost criminal
art narcs on
the hole a' truth
so help me dog
im
the hominid
that stood up
this fiction.
slipstream hoolahoop no-show
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Cameras in the walls.
Voices in my head.
Static or feedback?
LSD in water bottles.
Poison in my food.
No harm, no foul?
Blue Typing Gibberish on Digital TV.
Blurry Radio Frequency.
Communication breakdown?
Narcs wearing rainbow flags.
Cops dressed as man's best friend.
Do you see how they draw you in?
Whispers, stares and secrets.
Friends, liars, friars.
Who is really there?
Noises in the basement.
Sadistic faces in the windows.
Where is my knife?
Laughing hyenas
Spineless Lizards
Aren't they so pretty?
Misplaced belongings.
A key that looks copied.
Can we move to outer space?
Bad cell phone reception
Suspicious men in suits
Am I guilty of something?
Trauma-based mind control.
****** hell in a bottle.
What's the formula?
Reach out Reach out
Help Help
"Would you like a Noose?"
Paranoia, Ignorance
Gnosis, Bliss
Curse or blessing?
Burn a bridge
Burn a bridge
Burn a bridge?
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 1:37 AM UTC
How it all started I cant quite remember
The only thing that's left, a fragment of memory, a piece, an ember.
I pleaded, I begged the God to think of a little child that is being destroyed, I begged him to react before in me the only thing that would be left was a big void.
But God remained cold, there is no way to cure the wounds of old.So I ve rotten for a couple of years, tried to heal my wounds with yeast and tears.
And nothing came abought, only a deep saddened drought. My soul was slowly crushed by a false mission, with a ban to sign my petition.
I've sat on the cold trone to know how it feels, nothing in that imaginary belief is real.
Witches serve the rulers that claim they're bold, pretending to be divine but inside contain only mold.
And this Earth spins, there is no other way, but for us, petty fools to be dismayed. Puppeteers pull their strings, so we can forcefully bow down and kiss their rings.
What kind of idiots do you think we are?,
Do you really think all schemes go that far?
Sad alone, abandoned, without any hope, We go out and accept these monsters only to be hanged by a rope.
Call them Psychopaths, Borderlines, Narcs,
They give a bad name even to sharks.
But every thing that rises needs to fall.
But before they do, they'll try to silence us all.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
I found you, in a stack of photos:
the 2D you, I can't touch, taste or smell
the first thing that came to mind was sharing a joint with you and spilling the chocolate ice cream cone on your skin-tight white shorts
and sneaking into the Woolworth bathroom, and our freaked frenzied scrubbing of fabric with nimble fingers and pink powdered hand soap
and how we couldn't stop laughing
until a woman older than time caught us
before we could consummate
which we did after running the entire
200 yards to my van, wet white shorts in your hand, with me looking over my shoulder for imagined narcs and other freedom snatchers
when we finished, we shared my last Winston, blowing smoke rings in the gathering gloom
your shorts were dry, and our high
had worn off--you didn't kiss me goodbye when I dropped you off
between your pad and mine,
I hit a black mongrel pup wandering on the dark asphalt
I scooped him off the road
with my hands; lifeless, light he was...
I found you, in that stack of ancient
photos--that was the day we conceived a son, one you had shredded in a doctor's office for $300 in illegal tender
I see the messy ice cream, your naked nineteen year old flesh, smoke rings disappearing, the poor mutt dying
though not for lack of trying, I can't see the child you had executed in utero--without trial, judge or jury, save an elusive dream
of freedom
Albuquerque, 1967
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
It aint hard to tell
I excite those who dwell
In my presence my foes be hesitant
Deliberating debating and hating
Welcome in the sons of satan
Watch my gun get blatant
Belligerent despairing the hearts of
The innocent
Most people dont follow rules
I refuse to be a mule
**** youtube rules and the punk
*** trollers move over
There a new sheriff in town
Shot the da va and deputy
Now whos wearin' the crowns ?
King of the original jew whoever knew
I would be born inside of a jail cell
Made from hell learned the best from sniffin' yeyo
My pang couldnt even hold on whale scales
Take short of the L then inhale
Turn spectators skins pale
When the reporters try to yell
But cant escape deaths bail
It aint hard to tell
Know i got haters
Following me like Jesus
I resurrected hip hop
Im Lazarus disastrous
My crew wrecks only
In guns we trust til our barrels rust
Wipe out the must
Got keep a clean mind when i grind
Looking for the ultimate sunshine
Middle fingers to one time
The narcs hidin' the parks
Im lightin' em up like John Starks
My mid range is wicked past sadistic
Just being realistic
So if ya wanna be a statistic
I advise ya remain un Belligerent
Broke the mental shackles
When life started to tackle
I got curious as a jackal
Laughin' at my enemies all the way to the bank
Mis the feds foes to hoes
And pop open the drank blaze the pounds
While ill count my franks
That means my money banks
Ill leave ya mind stiff as a plank
When i drop these lyrical bombshells
Yo it aint hard to tell
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
today i felt like laying down
and sleeping soundly in the ground
i'd decompose with all the bugs
that died from overdose on drugs
my hips would grind against boney narcs
like pornstars and pervs in a public park
yes, i'd like to be six feet under
singing with drug-induced wonder
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
Tedd. Tedd are you there
Tedd it's officer falìz, I need to talk to you
Tedd your mother told us
It's ok ted you are going to be ok
Please let me in ted it's only myself
... door opens
Thank you
How are you doing today
Fine
Are you safe?
Yes
No harm?
No
Ok
So tell me
-what's going on
What do you mean what's going on?
Tedd your mother told me about her
Where is she and why have you done this
I'm not telling you
- I didn't do anything and I want you to leave
Tedd please work with me. You're safe with me
How can I tell you when I see you in uniform
- how do I know you don't have a wire
- or that you arnt going to arrest me or turn me in or whatever you superficial narcs do.
Tedd please work with me, I talked with your mother and she told me everything
I know Teresa hurt you badly. And she had no right to and you even had right to react but tedd this has happened before and we need to start doing something about this
I don't need help. I don't need to tell you and I don't need my ******* mother telling you what I tell her in privacy
- now please leave before I do to you what I did to Her
Are you threatening me tedd?
Just please leave
I'm not leaving until I see her
Well then ur going to have to go to the grave because I killed her
Ted please tell me this isn't true
It is true. And now I'm to **** you
Ted please don't do this.
And because you know now and because you're a cop I have to **** you.
Ted please we can get you help and get you out of here without trouble and you can have a normal life again.
Hahahaha what the **** is normal. I haven't know normal a day in my life. I haven't know normal since normal was too kind to see.
I suggest you leave now so you don't have to see your own death.
Tedd I'm not going to leave
Fine
Tedd put the gun down
Leave
I'm not leaving
Three
Put it down tedd
Two
I swear to god tedd put the ******* gun down now
One
*two shots ring
Send an ambulance we have a victim down
923 Jackson blvrd
8:27 am Tuesday morning of march the 12th
Tedd Nelson Roberts the subjects named
History of mental disorders and recent disturbances
- thank you officer falìz on our way
Tedd I told you I wasn't going to leave and we could have helped
..... I didn't **** her, she killed me
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
What the heck am I suppose to do if I can already see they have closed their minds. Its not their fault.
I can see how and why too, broken hearts from hopeless narcs...
They say remedy comes from inside I say please dont swollow your pride, take a look around, arrogance is what push us aside,
So kneel down to the being who's with you when you're griefing because only they know the pain you must be in. Pardon my preaching,
I aint trying to hurt your feelings because I know that you rather be in your room hanging from the cieling with a noose around your neck
but understand you must change what you believe in It's all part of the healing process.
Life is what you make of it and I chose to follow the prophets.
Living free I dont want to make any profits because proof shows the poor people are the best ones walking so stop all the **** talking, blessed enough to not think much of it but thats just one of my problems.
I'm scared of the darkness, overcoming my fear is progress so I face my nigtmares by embracing knowledge but still ask for Gods help because the heartless leaves me thoughtless.
They never ask why they just stick to their jobs, and trying to come up with solutions for non existing problems It's nonsense.
Now lets just be honest, the alpha and omega is just ticking the clocks, yes? So ofcourse Jesus (pbuh) will walk the earth at the days of apocalypse.
Astaghfirullah.
Take it as promise but dont knock on my door for more Im just repeating what God said.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
The likes of you like the likes of those that like back like the likes of incestual narcissists
Social bureaucrats fat with pride, well, they're at the top of the pyramid
Nymphos, narcs, all the same, addicts that are only concerned with what they can gain
Symbiotic, sympathetic, and synchratic all built on a foundation of disdain
So life is too complex, simplify the pain
Cover it up because unhappiness is disgustingly profane
So pray to God, say "let us **********
Then paint the mirror to assimilate
Lift weights, swipe dates, scale 1 to 10, "don't forget to rate"
Because whether or not we'd like to admit it, our culture treats sadism as a desirable trait
Alpha on alpha on alpha, apparently we have all evolved - to a point in which everyone thought the world revolved
If only technology had not built a wall
Natural selection would have it's pick, and the hive mind would inevitably fall
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC