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HR B Feb 2011
Love is like putting on a new pair of glasses.
But not realizing you're wearing them.
Until it registers that you are looking at small things in big ways.
© wordswithmypulse
Simon Soane Dec 2018
In 1410 the village of Little Darling was a pretty nice place to live,
it’s houses were stout and wonderful and the people had lots to give,
the lord who owned the area was benevolent, he never ruled with an iron claw,
he spoke with softness and kindness, not knowing a cajoling roar,
he left the people to get on with their lives, unless they needed a helping hand
and then he’d be there to provide a peg up somewhere in his land.
Because of this the folk who made home here had it better then most peasants from this time,
who were condemned to a life of grinding servitude as if their living was a crime,
they were happier and joyful and free from the toil of subjugate,
each second was a pleasure and every minute spent first rate,
however there was one thing they shared with those who spent every day under the cosh;
everyone was filthy, no one liked to wash.
Only about once every 10 days would they pull bathing water from the well,
If they were especially filthy and their stink they wished to quell,
the rest of the time they didn’t care that they resembled a muddy shrub,
or their faces were still covered in last weekend’s off grub,
nor did they think it mattered if their hair was a matted mucky mess
or that compost heap didn’t smell more than their locks, it actually smelt less,
to them water was mainly a drink when their mouths were feeling parched and shoddy,
not a soothing liquid  with which to  cleanse their body.
Everyone in Little Darling didn’t mind being ***** and looking a unhygienic fright,
actually not everyone, everyone’s not quite right.
Alice always wondered why folk didn’t wash
and that’s not because she wanted everyone to be pretty, pristine and posh,
she just pondered as she daily made herself all gleam,
“why does nobody else round here care about being clean?
They all wallow around in their own filth like a burrowed germ,
more buried in soil than a busy earth worm,
I don’t get when there is plentiful water from wells not that far away
why don’t they dose themselves in the aqua good at any point in the day?
She thought, “Of course it’s their own life and if you never harm anyone else you can never do anything wrong,
but how how how can they fester in their own awful pong?”
So every day Alice would get up before she heard the going to work bell
and go and fetch some water to cleanse herself of smell,
she’d make herself all fresh and totally sans of grit and straw
and revel in the gleam she had coming out of every pore.
Everyone else in Little Darling all thought Alice was great,
a truly smashing lass who had tons of friends and mates,
yeah sometimes they’d remark to her “I don’t get your penchant for keeping yourself immaculate if I had to say
but who cares, I love you, have a fantastic day!”
And yes due to the mud in the village sometimes Alice would get herself all shiny and within a couple of hours look like she’d just crawled out of a cave,
but she didn’t mind as starting the day with a sparkle was what she did crave!
One fine day the folk of Little Darling decided to throw a big party as they adored a drink, a chat and a jive,
just have a massive night of  dancing, where they could give appreciation for being alive,
as Little Darling was a ace place they invited another village to join in the hedonism,
as they wanted folk to bask in hours through a wonderful prism!
When Alice heard news of the shindig she let out a chirping coo,
as revelling in the realm of fun was what she was really made to do!
As the week whiled to an end the day of the party came,
Alice could hardly contain herself as carousing ran through her brain,
she picked out her favourite garments feeling all of a super gathering quiver,
and then full of beans moseyed on down to the river,
she washed away with gusto and dressed all primed to go out,
“I’m on my way to get down and groove!” was her gleeful shout.
She started making her path to the good times, feeling all content,
she couldn’t wait to be immersed in the hub of blazing merriment,
as she was walking to the barn where the party was she encountered others making their journey to fun,
lit they all were by the going down sun,
someone said “hey Alice, I reckon you’ve spent an eternity scrubbing yourself for this bash”,
another said “yeah, I bet you’ve wasted hours by the river to get yourself prepared for this night on the lash!”
Alice replied and remarked, “yes I may have used my time getting myself ready and not been able to enjoy the chills and sits
but at least I don’t have hay in my hair like you ******* smelly *****!”
Everyone burst out laughing and happy all skipped to the revelry,
the slow dusk sky reflecting calm as far as the eye could see.
They jaunted into the barn with the music already in full swing,
the harp, drum, lute and trumpet players all doing their tuneful thing,
Alice grabbed a jar of foaming ale and started moving her body to the beats,
each noise in the air a consummate amazing treat!
Then from out of the corner of her eye she spotted a guy with dancing around in the air,
who'd cleaned his garb,
and washed his hair!
Alice thought "Wow! That guy doesn't look like his stench would make my opticals weepy,
in actual fact he makes my heart all leapy!"
They saw each other and felt swirls and sparks,
a knowing of what could and will be lover’s larks,
a chance they both knew could never be missed
and finalised their first look synchronicity with a longing kiss.
Everybody else stopped,
turned to look,
and knew a little bit more about
loves' rushing roars,
and couldn't help but breaking out
into a round of applause.
Alice felt a dawn,
reciprocated the smile of her fresh guy
and hand in hand they left the barn,
on their lips a glimpse of forever,
and went to find a empty stable,
where they could become all
***** together.
Maya Oct 2018
Wake up with a jump and a start.
This isn't just prose,
this is an art.
To weave your stories, through and
through, with
broken pen and missing shoe.
With mixed conviction,
perfect diction,
convicts swoon at your traditions.

As long as you believe
the lines make sense, they'll breathe
your soul and lack pretense.
Self-defense from knives to words and songs to birds,
soaring
o'er the roar and o'er the dives,
through the skyscraper's windows, break a floor and seek to strive.

Words are not just words,
I've heard many a stern voice
attacking a sturdy herd of
wavering wordsmiths who have
forgetten that they have a choice.
Alliteration counts as craftful creation
and the tale of poets shows it: these
sentences are paintings of a nation.
Decorating time and space
and all its stations of making a
stand.

You're a poet,
perfectly pathological,
hurting through rose- colored
opticals and bleeding for something
beautifuly better, just getting lost calls
but keep searching for the right letters; don't let the sands of time make you hate your written desert.
It's worth your weary hands.
silly rhyming poem for myself and all the others out there.
JJ Hutton Oct 2010
we weaklings
were weapons of warmth,
lulling, sanctifying,
losing ourselves in orbit,
in constellations of opticals,
and oh, how the voices would
rise from below us,
and my, how the fires would
fall all around us,
but it was always you and me,
wrapping ourselves in freedom,
speaking naught of love,
only acceptance in hopelessness,
and gratefulness at each others'
words and actualized souls.
Copyright 10. 14. 10 J. J. Hutton
Tiffany Bourlet Jun 2011
Memory swirling me,
cold golden opticals,
forcing a dagger.
Dissappearing heart syndrome.
Taking over all that's left.
Mingling in a corner of empty,
Holding the hand of uncertainty,
Butterflies die and fall into my stomach,
Normal and i were never friends.
And im still swimming through a memory,
Cold bumps on my skin...
Wearing thin.
See I been around the world
Since many different faces of boys an d girls
No tilt or twirls diamonds or pearls
Western culture so sick it Makes me wanna earl
Defenses laid by the hidden brigade
Media always playing charades using us like arcades
Everyday is game day see another ****** done today
Well they wanna call me a racist
But it ain't me it's the news who lays out the traces
Look back n you'll see they used to attack
Black Indian Mexicans and ol' country European
See the game was designed for them to capture your mind
Keep your fighting as long as we fighting
We giving power to the titan energy
Is created from heateaves radiate until
Stings like a ray pay was never meant
To be turned into currency
But we gave em our economic opportunity
Now the weapons places in hand
Cuz everybody wants a demand
Notice mechanical things are turning technical but through my opticals
I see myself a miracle
Talk to the people about corruption
They look at it as comical
So catch my left and right jab
Embrace these formulas into
Medulla made out of my lyrical lab
Powerful paragraphs became a mastered craft
Stay on ya shaft
Clean water turning into a blood bath
From boulevard parkways palaces and aves
Never understood why so much politicians have
Too much money from real estate fake debates citizens minions from the slaves they make
They love to take
Freedom keep you pugnacious until u succumb
To the powers that be giving by their conniving activity I be gravity
Weighin' down evilness with mental telepathy
Shatter me Never me clever me be
Killing all the big corruptions grounds
Build an army soon well be around
Yo its an invitation to your own assassination
Becoming a new creation from gun cremation
Tried playing a mason I'm layin' number ones
Platinum plus albums only dumbs succumb
To the beat of the drum scrappin' for crumbs
Born a magnet to magnifecience
Defiant to failures residence keep the tense
Til y'all jaw's clenched and penched
Every last one of ya nerves observe the curves reserved
From my barbwire flows enterin' ya mental formin' portals
Swarms out my black thought couldn't be bought
Even at the highest bid all over the grids
You'll Feel these assassin plated blues ya dig break up
gigs
Its Hard to move with a red painted wig
Im final destination mystery solved to the unfinished pyramid
Of Giza please believe tha I'm greasin' Sheebas
Dark skinned queens taste it once became addicted like a fiend
Saw nothing but green lights focused sights
Brighten my opticals on promos way pass the radios cosmo
Supreme being over the those recycling as pros
My gun range sick slicker than John Wick
Rap clowns must be magicians
Tryna play skillz  old school tricks


Fools tried to diss it ended up missin' it
From the verbal ****** raw and riper
Time to pay the piper yo whos hyper
Iller man with the Wu clan can't none stand
Against the shadow figures see the picture
I paint kin to the boondocks saints
Two to the back execution style
**** all problems with an evil smile
Joker's mentality bashin' reality
Its the age of chaos im Kronos
Black rhinoceros straight comin' to bust
From all types of weaponry til ya end up as dust
Skull and bones fly as a drone prone
Still tryna attack my clones a rolling stone
Had to a be man cuz papa wasn't home
Where ever I laid my jimmy hat imagine that
Girls gotta neck brace with a broken back
Two hits to the **** and she ******' cracked
Collapse mastered the laps of a merry-go
There he go comin' with a ****** flow
No control from blow for blow they don't wanna go
Eight million and one rounds with the great one
State one
Emcee who can match these pedigrees
Layin' toxic lyrics so it's bound to be a fatality
Once I flick, the wrist, you'll see my ice crisp, mics looking ******?
Like who's, rhyming after this, magnificent, ya presence,
Is hesitance, once I take a chance, gander a glance, romance,
The beat, out of her feet, souls rock and roll, simple yes or no?
They say, I cant rock the show, watch ya mental grow, spark a sew,
Stitching, words carefully, prepped by me, styles of obi kinobe,
Jedi dead eye, hawk tactics, flying by, widen ya fragile sty,
Sly, and slick, but far from wicked, shots, off like john wick,
So a take pick, number one draft kicks, out comes, ya lent,
Cuz ya money spent, no time to circumvent, as I dance,
Moonwalker vibes, all they way live, suckas playing, the jive,
Heart of lion, pride pounce a stride, no need,for feelings to hide,
As I slide, glide like Clyde, smooth jack, like a g-ride, play Hyde,
To Jekyll, see a speckle, of spotlight, watch blaze the sights,
Fish lens, see myself in a benz, with murdered out endz, trends,
Set by, me  the stylistic, of the century, make or break,
Dyntasy, see folks eyeing me, trying me, let off the 9 millie,
Wha da da dang, listen to it go bang, kicks, harder than Lu Kang,
Swang, my caddy, looking good across, the fleetwood,
Naked girl, top front grill, big body if steel, feel the depths, of real,
Bring ya down, like Shaquille, it's like magical, appeal, steal,
Any show, 10Gs a hour, growing power, like yellow tinted powder,
Watch me crowd a, empty place, giving a victory taste,
Flavors in ya ears, rocawear, switched to new gear,
Now all I wear, is suits to boots, combat with no troops,
Been made for war, soul cadenace soI'll, slim.your chances,
Advances, past on auto, cosmic flow jo, burning tracks, once mo,
I thought you knew, we blow through, cruise, suckas catch snooze,
Underworld *****, left clues like blues, mis the late news,
But you on time, for ya funeral views,  never bright, a dim fuse,
Abused, the critics who use, my styles to keep em glued,
Like the news, media rock donnabellas, hella cheddar,
Mozzarella, how many Cinderellas, waiting, for the lucky fella?
They guy never existed, flip the exquisite, expensive,
Visits, from the truth, almost chipped, my tooth,
In the booth, I gotta stay, true to my fans, i remained a valuable,
Jewels, stayed stuck in the crud, forms out, the sludge,
Never judge the judged, see the colors, I dipped in fudge,
Hate has no love, or feelings, see the world, we living in,
Dire amongst sins, my spinz, make ya go crazy, look at the citizens,
Hands reaching, for hope, but ain't no hope, put faith, in the Pope,
He must be on dope, drugs haze, got folks, in a zombie phase,
dont take the shot, or else ya body, gonna see an early rot,
Be gosh, all yall oshkosh, take a swig of Hennessy slosh, toss,
Up my spirits, to the Aurora, I hope they dont ignore tha,
Thunder, brings lightening, rain and tornado hailstorm, sightings,
Brightening, ya opticals, so tropical, topics, skip the profits,
Rather be a poor man, in the bezel of an eagle, see the raw evil,
Honey eyes, glaring staring, look deep for a daring, body pairing,
To the fake, glamour life, style problems, always foul,
Flagrant fragrance, worn as I charm, i contest the storm, swarm,
At the bees, bound to get stung, with tragedy, pain to agony,
No empty, vessels I stretch the muscle, til the hustle hustles,
Brian McDonagh Apr 2018
Often, I trick myself into thinking
It’s just a one-time feeling;
My, how I can fool myself
Into reconsidering my thoughts and feelings:
“What am I doing?”
“What am I thinking?” flow life’s inquiries.

I’m not a fool that I know I’m a fool
For speeding blood-flow in a beautiful woman’s presence.
Perhaps I can fake that I don’t notice
Or maybe say something for once.

Maybe about her hair
As it thickens, folds, threads, waves.
Or could it be a new style in my eyes?
Leave it to heart
To end up finding out.

Why do I stumble, my eyes?
And see what may divert my stir?
Don’t you see beauty in real-time, my eyes?
Such is pretend: imagery, photo-shopping.

See the royal richness before you, my eyes!
See the eyes across from you!
Open your heart, my eyes, to see that she, in her stare,
Has open her heart unto you!

She may blow a kiss; she may not
But her mouth is wonderful just the same.
Her lips say “Stay with me”
Without stretching to romantically whisper.

Could I hold your hand?
May I kiss your cheek?
I am simply honored to be
With you, a heart near to my own!

How I wish there was a way
To express love with more emotion;
For the idea, the thought drives me
To find a powerful way,
Such that I may let you know
You mean more beyond imagination!
More than they eye may fall prey to believe!

To continue my words to you,
May I play you a melody on the 88 keys?
To hear your voice hug the air
With an anthem that you love
An anthem that comforts and brings together?

As the rain might fall
I’ll hold you under my umbrella;
Your face shaded in half under its protection
Firing a pulsing launch of blood in me!

I am honored to be next to you
Breathing in a neighboring air;
Though a flower wilts when away from ground
I will not let such a blossom as you go parched!
You, a precious bloom, a luring beauty
Tell me what makes you grow and I
Will feed it to you, “amor mea.”

Why must I let the simple opticals
Distract me from the beauty I see?
She is attractive so; why must my mind
Break free and wander?
Such is my weakness; Love, you fortify my low energy.

Do not think, Love
That I come to you to remain alive!
No! There are many a vital aid
But I want you for more than your beauty
More than because you understand me.

I want you for you!
Listen, I do struggle mentally
To see your beauty all around
But you always see it in me!
Teach me! Be my guide!
Society restricts women, past and forward;
Remember, I am your equal
But as long as I am with you, you are
The better half!
I fault to fight the statement
But it’s truth, and I want to chase you
My reality, partner; my abstract; my truth
All in the same woman wonder!
The title is all in the Latin language, translating "All I see is the beauty of a woman."  Enjoy!
17711 Sep 2019
great plains in the sky
made of lakes yet fallen

brevity

white static floating from smokey stars above
of which we can see, but cannot touch

brevity

burnt mountains without melting expressions
chilled whispers laying seconds to their coffins with it's infinite lullaby

brevity

bold, sunken opticals played by illusion
connected to an ***** of wires and circuits
connected to

brevity
Call me Tony love saprano murderin' holes
Pendejos I cop those girls with the open toes
Thats the way the games flows portals
Slow ya roll gangsta rock got ya head knock
The hardest since Shaft baby this ain't a draft
Im feelin' myself since I got a clean bill of health
Resonate from rhymes I create paper crates
Stacking higher than the Empire State building
Auto yielding my pens spilling inks feelin'
Between the white sheets turns out to freak
Hypes my speech contract breech impeach
Cuz im too real to a be a leech big like Meech
Mafiaso slow blow cigars cocoa chop snows
breaths life into my mental brighten opticals
Says me says no to my critics gimmicks
Love to mimic gun play protege singin' Olè
split ya toupee cooked fish fillets cuz ***** pays
Attention to the legs whistlin' hot chicken
Seasoned hips is twitching baby girl glistening
Like water to a suns reflection collections
Of my poetry sitting on a higher degree PhD
Street graduate no matter how hard it gets
Snipe out the snake pits see me strike out corporates


Since i was a Gambino fiend for green notes
Backs rebels shekels hard to get heckled
Dot the flows leave the industry speckled
Jester to a Chester Cheetos  bold as Doritos
See me move easily suckas turning greasy
Call me Mike Beasty mics I heat to a gritty
City to city we getting good and plenty Henny
Sippin' no penny tippin' got plots to be rippin'
Jack moves improve on a mellow mood
Temptations lusting patience hesitance
Suckas wanna devils dance ****** romance
Body ****** this ain't for the perks catch a murk
Disappear like morning fog mist double hiss
Penetrate the bliss hate to kiss a risk brisk
My task once I learn how utilize Michael's mask
Point 0you sittin' at zero you an undercover 5-0
Cant play a street general learned the minerals
Mean as Patton not from the island of Staten
But these bullets will leave a permanent tatting
Like whats happening? Life recapturing spins
Thats what ya get for tryna make false moves
Needle to the groove spins my nouns smooth
Tryna reclaim the black moon bloom n ya doomed
Lyrics a caccoon
Spread the butterfly effect see my tapes wreck
On the turntable set ready set Barry injects
In ya earlobes around the globes of the abodes
postal Toads sitting like gloats on the roads
Never gloat greatness im just tryna manifest the best
Check the smooth grooves from easy mo bee
Surely i freak the beats easily colchese
When I realize deadly but Cooley high
Tryna keep my head to the skies wise
Spit it like Kweli blessing disguised
Energized by the burning disc masquerade
Finesse charades you can't guess a play
Players forever sitting on the bench
Run harder than George lynch titles clenched
Mic champion war path of  Titan aint no fighting
Against god sittin' on evens against the odds
Wicked as Todd I'm putting suckas in the hospital
Leave em in critical
Condition mint leaves let my mind get intrigued
Grows like pinocchio nose garden of snow
Let the blow deeper route tunnels opticals
This aint for child play ****** like Lee lay
Better known as Chuckie keeps shanks with me
Laced like Vega raps mega alpha to omega
Darkest creator watch me burn terminators
Im now y'all laters gangstas with suits and gators
Ready to cater ya own death take a deep breath
Regs get ate tryna regulate hate my mind state
Aint on New York im sticking a fork
In the porks let bullets capitalized the torque
Drug ports running like soccer sports
No time for games I came to bring maximum pain



It'll take more than a hearse of a dead verse
To move me im picky as politics be
Racial tension sitting like Benson
Serves the stupid I'm getting wicked
Stick it like a tickets or search warrants
Flee flicking varmints better repent sent
Engaged war Everytime I spit a cold bar
Sizzles like Alka-seizer giving pleasures
Stress bleeders end up carnage receivers
Cant shake the darkness melanins dominant
Sittin' flat as a welcome mat tilt the top hat
Five gallons got at least seven stallions
Built to an Amazon laying the snu snu
Do I do snap crews like Chinese bamboo
Oh who would of thought of me diggin' you
Baby but back to shows is where you'll see me
Rockin' the parties like we back in the 90s
I ain't a kid this aint a play so stay away
From the danger-zone even got gun drones
Moving Apache cant lache me Tyson prodigy
Boxing against my wit arouse the ***** *****
I'm too legit to quit im flippin' the brisk
Bruce Lee's student strikes swift and prudent
Bezmenov four stages to break the wired cages
Change the pages
To now and forever deaths and war together
Under any weather or circumstance
Don't chance it the rain couldn't even stain
My skin dipped in sin letthe smoke start forming
Acid reaction flows a mind reaction packin'
Like Jordan to Pippen stackin' points rackin'
Mind of a competitor **** a news Editor
Back like the alien blasting Lazer eye predator

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