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"okey" poems
When everything dies an angel plays a tune When everything leaves me is it bad to assume That hatred is what keeps me strong ? Though I could be wrong... First mother then father now even my grandpa Have all disappeared...like the lirycs of a forgotten song Another day ends in defeat, another time I end up beat Whats the point of ever even trying ? If I would say that I am okey I would be lying Its fine to die...we are all the same Here hold this determinded flame... Its all I have left.... Will someone take my hand ? Or did my life already begin to end, Like my father who has pathetically killed himself A Umi who is left without any friend Is worth nothing at all, maybe this is the right time, to take my fall I cant take this anymore, not the blood I bled, My vision begins to slowly turn red Is this what is called fate ? Is this what I get ? But we are not our past...not our fears.. Please someone rest with me... Let me breathe and set me free, Even if this wretched world with all its flaws might be beautiful I don't want to be part of it anymore, I want to rise into the heavens and soar.. I want to be free HELP ME ~ Umi
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
Song of death
Anak kumusta na ang Dodoy ko diyan sa syudad, Masaya ka ba diyan , ha? Kami ng itay mo at ng mga kapatid mo dito ay ayos naman. Natanggap ko nga pala yung sulat mo nakaraang lingo alam kong mahirap mabuhay at mag-aral dyan sa syudad anak, pagbutihan mulang at mairaraos ka rin namin. At yung itay mo hindi na umiinum ng alak at di na naglalasing, meron na rin siyang tatlong-daang katao na under sa kanya. Sa sobrang busy niya nga sa trabahao, hindi niya na nga masabi mensahe niya para sayo ngayon, nasa trabaho kase siya naglilinis at nagdadamo sa sementeryo. Nanganak na nga pala ate mo kaso di pa namin nakikita ang yung bata, di pa tuloy naming alam kung tito kana o tita, kaya dodoy tulungan mo kaming magdasal nasana maging tita ka para di matigas ang ulo ng bata at di magmana sa kuya mo. Nandoon sa bundok nagtatraining sa Army, eh nakapagtataka may mga baril wala namang uniporme. Okey naman ang lagay ng panahon dito sa atin, dalawang beses lang umulan ngayong lingo. Noong una tatlong araw tas nung sumunod apat na araw naman. Ang itay mo okey lang din, naalala mo na yung sinabi ng doktor na mabubulag na daw siya buti nalang pumunta kami sa albularyo nakaraang lingo at pinigaan siya nang binendisyonang kalamansi, ipapatak daw yun sa mata ng itay mo at gagaling na daw ang katarata niya sa makalawa. Anak wag ka magalala sinusulat ko to nang dahan-dahan, alam ko naming di ka mabilis bumasa. P.S. Maglalagay sana ako ng pera sa sobre kaso nalawayan ko na anak, di bale sa sususnod na buwan nalang ako magpapadala ng pera sa iyo anak, magaral ka ng mabuti!
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Sulat Mula Kay Inay Galing Bukid
Anak kumusta na ang Dodoy ko diyan sa syudad, Masaya ka ba diyan , ha? Kami ng itay mo at ng mga kapatid mo dito ay ayos naman. Natanggap ko nga pala yung sulat mo nakaraang lingo alam kong mahirap mabuhay at mag-aral dyan sa syudad anak, pagbutihan mulang at mairaraos ka rin namin. At yung itay mo hindi na umiinum ng alak at di na naglalasing, meron na rin siyang tatlong-daang katao na under sa kanya. Sa sobrang busy niya nga sa trabahao, hindi niya na nga masabi mensahe niya para sayo ngayon, nasa trabaho kase siya naglilinis at nagdadamo sa sementeryo. Nanganak na nga pala ate mo kaso di pa namin nakikita ang yung bata, di pa tuloy naming alam kung tito kana o tita, kaya dodoy tulungan mo kaming magdasal nasana maging tita ka para di matigas ang ulo ng bata at di magmana sa kuya mo. Nandoon sa bundok nagtatraining sa Army, eh nakapagtataka may mga baril wala namang uniporme. Okey naman ang lagay ng panahon dito sa atin, dalawang beses lang umulan ngayong lingo. Noong una tatlong araw tas nung sumunod apat na araw naman. Ang itay mo okey lang din, naalala mo na yung sinabi ng doktor na mabubulag na daw siya buti nalang pumunta kami sa albularyo nakaraang lingo at pinigaan siya nang binendisyonang kalamansi, ipapatak daw yun sa mata ng itay mo at gagaling na daw ang katarata niya sa makalawa. Anak wag ka magalala sinusulat ko to nang dahan-dahan, alam ko naming di ka mabilis bumasa. P.S. Maglalagay sana ako ng pera sa sobre kaso nalawayan ko na anak, di bale sa sususnod na buwan nalang ako magpapadala ng pera sa iyo anak, magaral ka ng mabuti!
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I have been forced, Out of domicile, And now **** bored, With sojourners' world worthwhile. I used to love phones, It's versatility in functioning, Obeying instructions  at all zones, I loved making calls and chatting . That was long ago , When it made me feel at home, Simply chatting could let go , Steam and heartbreak loom. Not now at this century , Where them need airtime to pick  a call, Where successive missed  calls arouse no worry, When they no bother reply at all. I won't lower my self -esteem, Not because of them dissaproval, That I aint  classy and fit for hymn, Its okey if u take me for a mall. Needless fight a loosing battle anymore , You won't torture me again as u laugh, Beaming is me at nirvana jaw, I declare enough is enough.
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.
I dated two robots yesterdays Both were programmed to service me well We did things In the same good old learned order of doing things And after sunset we kissed at the beach With one - our feet touching With the other - our view inviting the rush of salty waves Alas Both robots could suddenly not speak One even bluffed he had a virus in throat AI intelligence?! jaa ha ha The other was hanging just with With variations of what do you feels Tell me your fantasy s ‘Don't think tell me whatever comes first’ s And I believe And I say But Mine is what he can't understand His’ is I think a drink on the beach But unfortunately I don't drink Using coconut biotica only These days Ahhahhaa ... While they chatted so well! Without any error of a word to spell! … I dated two robots yesterday That sighed only to say I can't believe I am holding yous How much I missed yous Hugging robots Vibrating robots Robots with small mouth and twister tongue Ready to penetrate into mine at a slightest chance of an opening A disguised disgust of my sincere failure not towards the robot but myself Hiding you still under my palate from where the soma of your love drips Now as if forcefully been replaced to a taste of this preprogrammed chatalike Have they lost their voice because of my best dress or maybe the fantasy of the sandy bikini which they will never see in the dark wherein Both hiding their face But I see By my loose body parts Maybe a lookalike But I ain't no robot Oh my sandy bikini Oh Chosen so carefully To rejuvenate their fantasy a different pattern for each- yes. I do take care of that! Stays now as an Everly Brothers’ dream In my mind only But My ‘okey ‘ is an ensuring ‘yes yes’ the Indian way Of course They did their best Seriously Thus A big CHAPEAU For the zest That obviously still can break china hearts I took it as a test To get to know me better Let me be broken through your dream Let me cry and shake and perceive an angry cloudy color world let my remains of china burst I dated two robots yesterdays while expecting for a man Thankfully though these are yesterdays Today I met a true man A gypsy We will date sometime Play tabla and darbuka Drink dance and sing And sleep To salute the sun early in the morning At the beach
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
I dated two robots yesterdays
I dated two robots yesterdays Both were programmed to service me well We did things In the same good old learned order of doing things And after sunset we kissed at the beach With one - our feet touching With the other - our view inviting the rush of salty waves Alas Both robots could suddenly not speak One even bluffed he had a virus in throat AI intelligence?! jaa ha ha The other was hanging just with With variations of what do you feels Tell me your fantasy s ‘Don't think tell me whatever comes first’ s And I believe And I say But Mine is what he can't understand His’ is I think a drink on the beach But unfortunately I don't drink Using coconut biotica only These days Ahhahhaa ... While they chatted so well! Without any error of a word to spell! … I dated two robots yesterday That sighed only to say I can't believe I am holding yous How much I missed yous Hugging robots Vibrating robots Robots with small mouth and twister tongue Ready to penetrate into mine at a slightest chance of an opening A disguised disgust of my sincere failure not towards the robot but myself Hiding you still under my palate from where the soma of your love drips Now as if forcefully been replaced to a taste of this preprogrammed chatalike Have they lost their voice because of my best dress or maybe the fantasy of the sandy bikini which they will never see in the dark wherein Both hiding their face But I see By my loose body parts Maybe a lookalike But I ain't no robot Oh my sandy bikini Oh Chosen so carefully To rejuvenate their fantasy a different pattern for each- yes. I do take care of that! Stays now as an Everly Brothers’ dream In my mind only But My ‘okey ‘ is an ensuring ‘yes yes’ the Indian way Of course They did their best Seriously Thus A big CHAPEAU For the zest That obviously still can break china hearts I took it as a test To get to know me better Let me be broken through your dream Let me cry and shake and perceive an angry cloudy color world let my remains of china burst I dated two robots yesterdays while expecting for a man Thankfully though these are yesterdays Today I met a true man A gypsy We will date sometime Play tabla and darbuka Drink dance and sing And sleep To salute the sun early in the morning At the beach
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Oh mark the words which I do say, Who knows..tomorrow could be our last day When you understand that it is true it will be too late, It is said that each soul has it's given date Oh my children, your mothers embrace cannot protect you You will face your God...if you only knew Please my children purify your very deeds After all this is what it needs To past the test..please promise me to do your very best Death can come without any warning; an unwanted guest Come on my children let us pray, That our sins do not weigh (too much) Please my children do not sigh..its really okey to cry Once your soul is about to leave, God is the only one to rely Once you withness you breathe, one last time, you are about to die At last it will come to heaven or hell This is why my children, I tell you to choose your actions well.. Be good..alright ? ~Umi
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
One Last Breath
You can acknowledge the emptiness at the core of your being or go crazy when the world goes crazy. The numbers of us overwhelm, an impending tsunami, my hopeful eulogy about our responsibilities to each other, 2 jobs 2 hobbies, the biomass in the crosswalks, fears that rend and own us, the Muslim-Judeo-Christian condition. Your soul is immortal, it exists outside of politics and poker. Just kidding. Forgotten, forgiven and foregone. A man’s ego needs no encouragement. “I’m gonna be huge when I’m dead,” John said last time we spoke. Life is fine! tough the reward for our colossal imperfections a back and forth game the rivers and selfies of an empire daily low intensity warfare Good a gift not a curse new, so let go a veil, thin if one doesn’t believe in mystery like all things that are forever changing but always remain the same thriving after five nights of steady rain enjoying the passage of time or will be good but a dream okey doke, short, a lazy-eyed tiger
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Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 7:27 AM UTC
Commonly Seen Bumper Stickers
How much i love it, she knows well, eyes curiously down- at me eating squid; the eight armed cephalopod, soft and dainty to eat, in more ways than one, now spread eagled in my front, "I could eat you too if you wish" I banter, she looks at me mischievously as if it's more than a joke, and shakes head. "Would I be as dainty as such a fish?" she asks, as if she is serious to get an answer, flashing those expressive eyelashes, clearly in a way I can see what it means! "Yes, bilateral symmetry I have, but not eight arms, is it okey?" She knows all about my tastes, (who would, if she doesn't?) squids, octopus and the like and clams...ooh, i love them, so much bit sticky stuff, yes I like to mess up a bit, that way, isn't it exciting? I relish, squid and cuttle fish, till I am fully satisfied. Was she a fish in my waters? To tell you the secret: she wasn't. she was an octopus! wily? yes, but lovable. who strung me with, her soft, supple tentacles! Imposing her sweet wishes on my senses, eventually her wishes become my commands, to the end, till she asks, no more.      )O(
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Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC
Eating squid in her company
6:45, this sounds a bit Agatha Christie as if the 45 is out to get me and the 6 being an innocent bystander had a gander anyway. Well whadaya know Cockney rhyming gets in on the show. Goosey, Goosey where's our Lucy did Desi get his bride? Okey choke me Arbroath smokies, I love a bit of fish I wish I wish and then I pop will wishing ever make me stop? Going down to Chinatown A west end luxury Peeking at a Peking duck Which will in turn, turn around to be a chicken.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
Sorbet
I’m going to spend more time with my parents I was watching my dad last night He’s really ******* rigorous about Not dealing with negative emotion I was watching him It’s almost a joke amongst my sisters That he goes into a dark mood inside himself I was watching him by the computer Seeing him as an aged child Rather than as someone Who has always been an adult His head dipped slightly And you could see him slightly Think – ugh – I’m going to die And he blinked to himself a moment And then he was like, “Okey dokey, Time to deal with Easyjet check in.” I’ve got to give up smoking Just to make my mum happy.
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Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 4:28 PM UTC
Father Time
It is perfectly fine if you lose It is okey if you need break But it is totally shamefull If you don't learn from your mistake It is perfectly fine if you fail It is okey if you need to cry But it is truly shamefull If you giveup and never try When you're hit by failure; Success is the only cure So get back to fight like a warrior There is'nt any better experience than failure! ---de3pak
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Don't giveup!
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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Okey, I understand I’m not the most attractive person, and my reserved personality which would rather listen than to be the center of attention. I see the good and in some way I fall in love with everyone around me I’ll love the way you smile or how you talk with such passion about the things that bring you happiness . I’ll admire your tears,  hurt and what you show me that are concealed from others I love you in one way or the other.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
Untitled
Shouting about to all of my homies   Outlaw, Warsaw, even lil Hacksaw   There's something afoot   It's a real hot poppin'   They say, WHAT   I say, YEAH, They all say, NAH     I said, something not right   It's still not a stoppin'   They said, Oh man   I said, Oh man   Everyone in da house shouted   Oh man     The building is on fire   Everybody get on down   Keepin’ da flow, at a very low key   Get your self way out, spoke he   Everyone in da house yelled, Okey-Dokey   'Cause no one wants to be   Miss USA, runner up, say WHO   Nup     Everyone in da house shouted, Oh man   Oh, we bounced on out of there   We be gettin' in nobody's way   Uh-Uh   We're not gunna pop, in someone else's fire   Not today....
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
It’s A Real Hot Poppin’ - Ft. Hippo & Harps
Umiiyak sa  bandang huli Nang masagot ang tanging tanong Natinago ng ilang taon Mga nararamdamang itinabi Akala ko magiging okey pagsinabi At ipinagtapat na walang pagaalinlangan Ang nararamdaman ng puso't isipan Ngunit akoy nagkamali Dahil kamiy ipinagtagpo ng mali Sa panahong may ibang nagmamay-ari At nakatali sa mga na unang pangako Nabinitawan sa inakalang mahalaga na tao Kayat itoy nasagot ng masasakit na patak At  naiwan ang pusong wasak Dahil ipinilit na ipinagtapat Ang nararamdaman na higit pa sa sapat na di dapat
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
HIDE
I'd like to think, That, From the moment I met you, I fell inlove with you. But reality is, I didn't. I fell in love with you, When we couldn't stop texting. I fell in love with you, When we spoke for hours on the phone. I fell in love with you, When the sight of you made my heart jump and my palms sweat, Like it does this very day. I fell in love with you, When I started acting all cool and awkward so I wouldn't make a fool of myself In front of you. I fell in love with you, When you laughed at my jokes and smiled at me. I fell in love with you, When you listened to me complaint about everything under the sun. I fell in love with you, When you put your hand on my shoulder and told me it would be okey. I fell in love with you, As we said goodbye for the first time. I fell in love with you, When you rejoiced everytime I came home. I fell in love with you, As we fell asleep in movies. I fell in love with you, Through the times you loved others. I fell in love with you, On the day you told me you loved me. I fell in love with you, As "I Do's" rolled away from our tongues and we shared out first kiss. I fell in love with you, Holding our babies watching them grow up. I fell in love with you, As you hold my hand, And breathe your last. So I guess, It suffices to say, I fell in love with you, When I first met you, And we smiled at each other.
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 8:31 AM UTC
A Love Letter
Just because I seem strong doesn’t mean I can be left all by myself. Just because I wasn’t crying doesn’t mean I didn’t care. Just because I wasn’t writing you doesn’t mean I didn’t want to talk Just because I left doesn’t mean I didn’t want to stay When I say it’s okey, it wasn’t, can you finally get it? How could you take your soul away from me? Leaving me with empty whole That hurts every morning Was it love if I’m so replaceable? Just because I seem strong, doesn’t mean I will survive your lost.
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
Left behind
Beats!!!.....mmmh Beats and weather, flying from my haters like feathers The music is so loud I can't hear you beggers                        Click Why hate fears,am with all my peers Worst worst worst. Flagitious Always under me you can never understand me Up in tha sky,shining like never My future so bright,"nightmares" a reality                    Click... uhuh Imma knock your head off 'huh' am I a sadist?? Remember me on the stairs With my eleven tears Praying wishing hoping for your extinction If you can't relate,i will finish you with spears                 Click....click..huh Listen up clickers Am a winner with no wings A kisser with no lips a Knight with no armour When I slice you wide open;I'll leave you for the cheetahs"
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
'click' okey pause
¿Qué hemos de hacer nosotros los negros que no sabemos ni leer? Fregar escupideras en los grandes hoteles encerar y barrer manejar ascensores en el Gran Club servirles de beber o hacer que el cadillac sea más lujoso vistiendo la librea de chofer. Tenemos la respuesta siempre lista: en París "oui, monsieur" y en Georgia, en Lousiana o en Virginia un eterno "yes sir..." Los negros, pobres negros de este mundo ¿qué cosa hemos de hacer debiendo de comer todos los días (y a veces sin comer)? Bajar la testa reverente y a lo mismo de ayer. Hasta que llega un blanco y "nos descubre" nos mete al ring y aquí comienza para mal de males el principio del fin Footing, training, sombra; saco, pera, soga; upper cuta hook cross. Duchazos, masajes, fotos, reportajes. ¡Okey, boss...! El cañaveral de mi lejana tierra me dio estos fuertes bíceps. Los buques cargueros de todos los muelles me dieron envidiable complexión. Y corriendo, voceando millones de diarios fortalecí muslo pierna y pie. Ahora, en el Madison Square Garden de New York, dice mi manager: ¡No whisky! ¡No tobacco! ¡No girls! (No money) Negros acomodadores ubican a los blancos en ring side. Perder esta pelea significa volver con ellos: Con Blackie de Maniatan. Con Brown de Alabama Con "Nando" Rodríguez de Puerto Rico ...y entonces no whiksy no tobacco no girls no money and ¡knock-out! My challenger es ***** como yo Si pierde le espera lo mismo                           (Aquí los únicos que nunca pierden son nuestros managers y el promotor). Comienza el round, voy hacia el centro -en este plan voy a perder- este es el round numero trece ¡voy a demostrarle quién es quién! Me está llevando hacia una esquina, si caigo aquí me cuentan diez. ¡Virgen del Cobre estoy perdido! No puedo ver No... pue.. do... ver... La gente aplaude al que me mata El referee no dice "break". Que mi mujer no sepa nada... Mi nombre es BENNY "KID" PARET.
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Muerte en el ring
¿Qué hemos de hacer nosotros los negros que no sabemos ni leer? Fregar escupideras en los grandes hoteles encerar y barrer manejar ascensores en el Gran Club servirles de beber o hacer que el cadillac sea más lujoso vistiendo la librea de chofer. Tenemos la respuesta siempre lista: en París "oui, monsieur" y en Georgia, en Lousiana o en Virginia un eterno "yes sir..." Los negros, pobres negros de este mundo ¿qué cosa hemos de hacer debiendo de comer todos los días (y a veces sin comer)? Bajar la testa reverente y a lo mismo de ayer. Hasta que llega un blanco y "nos descubre" nos mete al ring y aquí comienza para mal de males el principio del fin Footing, training, sombra; saco, pera, soga; upper cuta hook cross. Duchazos, masajes, fotos, reportajes. ¡Okey, boss...! El cañaveral de mi lejana tierra me dio estos fuertes bíceps. Los buques cargueros de todos los muelles me dieron envidiable complexión. Y corriendo, voceando millones de diarios fortalecí muslo pierna y pie. Ahora, en el Madison Square Garden de New York, dice mi manager: ¡No whisky! ¡No tobacco! ¡No girls! (No money) Negros acomodadores ubican a los blancos en ring side. Perder esta pelea significa volver con ellos: Con Blackie de Maniatan. Con Brown de Alabama Con "Nando" Rodríguez de Puerto Rico ...y entonces no whiksy no tobacco no girls no money and ¡knock-out! My challenger es ***** como yo Si pierde le espera lo mismo                           (Aquí los únicos que nunca pierden son nuestros managers y el promotor). Comienza el round, voy hacia el centro -en este plan voy a perder- este es el round numero trece ¡voy a demostrarle quién es quién! Me está llevando hacia una esquina, si caigo aquí me cuentan diez. ¡Virgen del Cobre estoy perdido! No puedo ver No... pue.. do... ver... La gente aplaude al que me mata El referee no dice "break". Que mi mujer no sepa nada... Mi nombre es BENNY "KID" PARET.
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'let's skin up a spliff', said Joe, as he sniffs up the last of the coke, 'Okey dokey', says Fred.already out of his head on the ketamine cocktail, 'Sue wants some too', said Sue from the floor who'd had a bit more than Joe. That's how the day goes with the highs and the lows when you're blowing your mind, and it's a bind doing much when you're so out of touch,so you sniff a bit more and join Sue on the floor, then skin up a spliff.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
Jiminy crickets
Someday we'll be together, okey? I'll lay in your arms again, okey? This isn't the last time I'll see you, okey? I hope I'm the only one, okey? I love you, okey? Please love me, okey? Don't leave me, okey? Okey?
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Okey?
Am James I don't know, but I think am James Sometimes they call me Play bbb boy I know am a mess Living life on stress Which leads to depress maybe meds hell I don't know Sssawing what's left of my shells It's strange I've not seen death after devouring all this **** a crack head on C o i n,C o a l, ******* I got it, it's ******* or whatever just shut the **** up You see Youuuu'evvvv disoriented me iiiiiiiii hate you where was i ME. Writing a poem Him. No Me. Writing a book, your will, maybe your eulogy Him noo (frustrated) ME. You were sniffing something Him. Yessss, give it back, where is it MeIn your hand Him . sniffs (groans) this is great Me... Errrrm, Okey... Maybe we can get back to the novel you were writing  sniffing or puffing hell I don't know but book me a bedsitter I could use some hot sleep it's cold out here
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
(hi)gh
A tight squeeze, reassuring me that he is still there, and everything will be okey. Looking at the hands, interlocked. Hands that will wither, and grow old, together. A slap on the back, slightly harder than intended, letting me know it was all in good fun. Reassuring me that this friendship is real, and valued. A little hand in mine, holding tightly, as we weave through people. I am telling him that he is safe, with me. Rough hands help me off the ground, like they have numerous times before, they are always there for me, catching me whenever I fall. Hand tell stories words can not, they convey emotions that are ineffable. Where words fail, hands sing.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Hands
To all of you who thought I took it like a champ I didn't I cried like a child I drank like a fish I clung to ideas That couldn't hold up the weight Of my curiosity I looked for easy ways out I begged God to make things the way they were before To change my past I searched and found all my flaws And tried to **** them To be good enough To be what I used to be I crawled and moped And blamed myself for everything While being hardly able to do anything but sleep When you saw me You saw an actor So unsure of his role That he hammed it up Every smile, display of happyness The mirror reaction To the true inside death I was not okey I was not a champ I was alone for the first time Since I was a boy
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
Ramblings of a broken heart and soul
On that day you will shed your tears... And'll give me a farewell... Without a hope you'll cry out my name.. From far away from the sky...I'll smile as a twinkling star....bcz I missed your care so much... Never get sad for it I am okey for what I've got ....
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Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
Farewell to me
He tilted his head “Okey doke, it’s almost time to go – I’ve got a yoga teacher next, down in the Grove. For you, it’s time to write the silence for a while, to write the unsaid, to shelve meek and mild. “Write the inner anger, the notes of distress. Write what it was that you wished you had said. Write all the things you’ve been meaning to say. Write all the feelings you’d wished you’d conveyed. “Write what it was you had meant to do, what you intended that so frightened you. What was it that you’ve let fall in between your long dead silence and your unsaid scream? “See if your volume will go above minimum without it scaring you and leaving you frozen. Go shape the words and say them out loud find what it’s like to make fiercer sounds. “Cos I’ve been so bored, sitting here listening to nothing but you sat saying your nothing. Go write your silence and come back around. And let’s see if you’ve something worth writing about.”
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 2:53 PM UTC
The conclusion of my conversation with my Spirit Robin early one morning in Richmond Park before the crowds descended from Kingston