"peen" poems
The tribes trapped by a paradigm pair
A parasitic co-dependent braid
Ever dance the hate minuet so fair
And the dank hollowed halls drink the noise made
Cast as evil those who would break the spell
Powers fell curse upon you whom it rules
In patience we await the dead hand tell
They bank on that ancient snare, kindly cruel
To one day break that bank is our intent
To see freedom ever free is our goal
Too much control is our most fond lament
With bread and butter you would steal our soul
The mob owns the mules & they their riders
A ball peen hammer, still the anvil rings
For each Goliath there comes a slider
Tho’ framing hammers bang the 16’s sing
Since only you matter, then here’s the deal:
If it’s all relative, nothing is real
… including you.
Floyd Alsbach
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
Tools of the Patriarchy
Fence pliers, claw hammers, crescent wrenches
Nail sets, c-clamps, wood planes, mitre boxes
Come-alongs, White Mule gloves, ball-peen hammers
Jumper cables, wood planes, mill bstrd files
Plumb bobs, twist bits, cross-cut saws, ripping saws
Tire irons, air compressors, pressure gauges
Brace-and-bits, drawing knives, pneumatic jacks
Cold chisels, clamps, mortar trowels, channel locks
A twelve-hour day plus d*mned low pay, you bet!
And
A work ethic, knowledge, muscles, and sweat
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
And it goes it lil somethin
Like this
Woke up one morning super early
Had a thought that dawn on me
Shinin' brightly
It just might be
Them spirit's entering my mentality
In actuality my locality
Be in a hidden temple
Darkest state of mind
Searchin' deep but all I could find
Is more pain more misery
Everything's a mystery
Don't know who I really am
According to Uncle Sam
I go by numerals in serial
**** this system gots to go
Cuz it's only makin us poor
We say peace but it's subliminal for war see the gore
Pain struck in membranes
These folks going insane
Thinkin voting gonna stop the progression
Agenda propaganda made under the tables labels
Got us in confusion
Now lil boys can be girls
And girls can be lil boys
This ain't no joy no sunshine
Or rain
I just see the tears of nature in the window pane
Trees streakin' bark leakin'
Its a cry of nature can ye hear her weapin'
I haven't seen the Most High this upset since the first cataclysm
This is world is just a prison
And we fightin for freedom
Everyday in a cell
What's the difference between
Reality and a cell well
Ain't much of a distance
We still pay bills all made from Capitol Hill nope I do for the thrills
This ain't No shill so just chill
As I blow a breeze
That make everybody spin
Took a few shots of gin
Let it settle in
Then my mind start to percolate
Spinnin' like helicopter blades
Preachin' raids trying to invoke melees no delays
We takin' over from from Tejas to Guatemala Bay
Say I see angry denizens
Holding artillery and then
Once the bombs burst
I envisioned DC tricks in hearse
None could stop the pain
War scars across ya peen
As the world goes insane
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
*To the herdsman counting his flock in the moonlight
The plowman repairing his tractor by lantern- light
The wood splitter , the fence builder , framer and rail tender
Architects of frozen December morns
Unsung engineers , freight worker and brakemen
'Twould be a privilege indeed to sup cold beer with the countries heroes , privy to stories of hardship and raw weather days endured by these American patriots
Iron tooled with steel , the churning grist mill , diesel engine roar ,
black earth turned anew , billowing steam settled over valley floors
Masters of metal , brake and die , machine and anvil
The crack of the peen long before sunrise
'Tis the bailiwick of farmer and tradesman* ..
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
journey through the terror
of this new era
mind blown subjugated to ********
every time i spit
a verse critics come to curse
soon to see the hearse
when my guns burst
open yo soul and let it flow
as i get a lift off my indo
no pretender
make enemies surrender
war strategist at heart
never fall part sticknthe game like darts
**** peace war is a necessity
who can get next to me
if im surrounded by real killaz?
mobbin' guerillas
drug dealers to cap. peelaz?
watch yo head now
step to the yosef
prepare to bow
down to the southern sound
fools all around
wanna see me drown
but my heads above the waters
rise through all the pain
and madness circlin my brain
how cani explain?
the worlds luxury and treachery
wrapped up all in one
got **** this aint the life i promised
federals funerals to criminals
is all i see all eyes on me
take a take trip throughy mind
ya realilty
but still i role out hard
ballad of a dead soulja
the more madness that scatters my brain
the more i make pain
scream at my foes with forty four
by the time i step through the door
down the corridors they'll be gore
yall can have the battles
but i win the war soar
pass ********
**** what these hypocrites
say about me they can quote me
in magazine but i gotta magazine
next to my ar fifteen
aimmin between ya shoulders til ya guillotine then transform on the scene
puff my green and let it meditate my peen
my team all get creams
headed for the ceiling never chillin'
i be the political villian
got them devils filming
me and gotta watch my moves
butnit dont matter
im coming for you fake Jews
i know you own everythang
but **** yo gangs
its the return of the black kang
assign me my throne
bow down *******
cuz the legacy is home
crawlin on fours
cuz i told ya
dry ya tears
death is here
cuz this ballad of a dead soulja
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
Me *** shraab peen lage gea ha
Te kal me thodi ji smack bi try kiti c
Hukka ta normal ji gal
** *** ***
Sala kinna badal gea me.
Par sach kaha
Eh sab nasha karke
Teri yaad bilkul nai aandi
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
My tissues typed,
wired and sound
tested
waiting,
a waste for the longing I taste
in my eyes, on my tongue, on
the tips of my fingers,
time
lingers in doorways
on dull rainy days
waiting.
It's kiss and tell and
the road leading to hell
has peen paved with inventions
conceived in dark dungeons,
I'm on the back foot
burning the lights out,
if there's hope then I
hope that it finds me.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
back to paradise
where the old life
was nice and had a slice
of the pie
no racism or prejudices
sick of this
this world im livin' in
everyday moved by sin
and them fake grins
nothing but plottin' djinns
every since i came in
into a world full of scorn
born with an open mind
to grind as i shine
my intellectual beam one man team
livin' this life called a dream
longed turned a nightmare
glimpse of glare stare
down into the dark crossroads
to marinate my soul
not sell my soul
must be nice in past time paradise
not that im stuck with
this fake paradise added my own spice
so i could flavor up my own life
nothin' but painful memories
harmin' since i was a baby
lately i been seein'
the world crumble can't be humble
in a world made by rudeness
cuz them devils movin' this
hard to lose this
game clutched on our souls
grab a hold and control
the steerin' wheel of life
or ya brain everyday im growin' vain
cuz i cant explain?
the pain held inside my brain
and I know when it's time to go
the universe
will lay out a carpet of wisdom
so i can ride on glide on
to a place thats far from here
placin' my legacy in the atmosphere
now that im placed
as one of the judges
broke the grudges to smudges
laid upon my skin this sin
ain't really me
just a trapped energy
waitin' to break free
times await for the great serpent
im layin' my blueprints
for the battle in the killin' fields
take cover and shield
cuz if not?? you'll get killed
by these lions lyin'
in front of ya livin' to bedrooms
soon for the booms
as i consume I
blossom like a bloom
exposin' buffoons
attracts minds like a
scent of woman's perfume
transform on the scene
let the wind meditate my peen
played by cream this ain't a meme
this everyday livin' casted sinnin'
upon this beautiful land cursed man
with a sword in my hand
refuse to be mannequin
sell my soul? only to be rented again
cloned in a laboratory check the allegory
they been clonin' since
The mid- forties
**** bein' a fiest
id rather die in this fake life
and reunite with the
spirits reigin' in paradise
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
A Nail, a small rod
a rod that sets the difference
between structure and collapse
One tip sharp to dig and impact
Dangerous alone without a guide
Ready to split and open a hard exterior
and grip into an ever impenetrable interior
To force an idea, a point
The other end flat for taking on a force needed to dig
Flat enough to focus the effort to force open and split
To forcibly separate and and guide dangers
To be the force behind the idea, the point
Using one's own hand to drive in
Damages the hand more than the exterior
Only brushing and leaving no mark
A hammer whether ball-peen, claw or mallet to drive in
May drive in the nail if hit just right
But miss and risk damaging the exterior
Only denting and bruising it
If you cannot seem to drive the nail
whether missing the flat end
or the material to impenetrable
you might be the need
of a sledgehammer
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC