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Quack Quack Quack
I'm a duck I'm a duck
Quack Quack Quack. Quack! Quack!
I lost my girlfriend today I'm so sad
Quack Quack
I'm a duck
Quack Quack
Here is what I think about the world
Quack Quack ******* Quack
Quack Quack Depression Quack
Quack Quack Love Lust Quack
Quack Quack Philosphical Quack
Quack time Quack the mind Quack Life Quack meaning
Quack Quack waxing on and on Quack more meaningless description Quack metaphor Quack symbolism Quack analogy Quack Quack
Meter Quack rhythm Quack Sublime Quack
Quack where am I? Quack Quack How did i get to this point? Quack
Quack Quack Quack. Quaaack!! Quaaaaaacccckkk!
I have no ******* purpose! Quack!
Why? ******* QUAAAAACK!
Is this all I'm good for? QUaaack!
I'm a duck
Please hear me Quack
carly jaye Jun 2014
i hope you can't see me counting exit signs; practicing excuses
it's funny how mouths & hands already know the motions
my mind must've been here before

I. we are both stuck in traffic going opposite directions. headlights blink angry. it's not love i'm blinded by.
II. 1 am is time for milkshakes & philosphical discussions, not sleep.
    
my mom always said my navigation was a bit off but recently i discovered it is only my driving
it's funny how mouths & hands already know the motions
before your heart is aligned

III. it's not you, it's me.
Cecil Miller May 2017
The profits all just look away
And nevermind the world today.
Wherefore are philosphical words
Upon the lips of the transgressed against,
The meaningfulness of their minds
Never to be understood?

This I cannot understand.

I can still remember how the energies felt
When they washed upon me and brought me to this consciousness.
I can still recall when I was you.
All at once it happened to me.
Once the light of awareness burned it's mark upon my brow
I became anew.

I understand that all is everything it seems.
That tear in your eye means that you are on the verge of truth.
Nothing matters but the quality of the moment in which I live.
As soon as it is here, it is gone.

Enough, the bittersweetness of thought, tonight!
Release me from thy grip.
I have better things to process.

Dancing on the lifeline,
Flying in the dirt,
Mixing into puddles
Resembling the sky.

Everything is nothing,
Nothing everything.
The truth is but a lie
Not looked in the eye.

Never fear to paspaser.
The fearful will never truly know what it is to rule.
The servant is the master.
This was written several years ago and has a callback to some of my other work.
Alumni approved. The title alone says a lot. I literally had the desire to go to college, but I had to persuade myself to do it. I didn’t think I had what it took for Higher Education. Back at Springfield Gardens High School, my Spanish Teacher told my Grandmother during parent night that I wasn’t college material. My Grandmother responded with “She was going to make me college material”. My Grandparents were from the very start. My Grandfather had practice Typing 4 hours every day straight. He also prepared me for what college learning would be like in demonstrating Lectures and Theories. It didn’t stop there, it was through the Dictionary and Thesaurus incorporating words into intellectual speaking language.

My Grandfather was strong on college education. He often said to me, “I don’t care what the other kids are doing as it is going to be college for me”. In September 1976 is my journey prospered at CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE in pursuing my own possible Degree with the thinking impossible. Everything was concept and theories just like what my Grandfather predicted. It was sit down taking notes and preparing for Midterms and Final exams. I was always the shy type, but through the CUNY MEC breakthrough, my opinionated triumphant prevailed.

MEC made me who I am today, and through my darkest moments working within the business market. Some might say they created the Monster in me, but I became an achiever. I excelled in numerous corporate responsibilities, and Typing proved helpful. I worked directly with the Hard Hitters and Movers and Shakers. My MEC years became effective, and always has a reflection back in how far I came through MEC. I was molded into who I was meant to be, and some of my Professor’s was my inspiration. Some of those Professors would often me encouragement. Now that I graduated from MEC as an Alumni, I encourage others in their own uphill climb to expectation. I am retired now, but keep myself active in WRITING/POETRY. I want to be an example of their fulfilling and willing at the same scope. I want to see and know their potential in able and always enable. My writing spoken words are all over the internet in different mediums. I am also involved in the Bus Industry with over 2,000+Toy Scale Model Buses. I have been recognized by Greyhound Bus Lines, Inc. in their Corporate magazine being a Photo and Feature. I have also received awards for my Poetry. My can do is a follow through. MEC made it happen. It started with desire, and teleported to my own frontier by achieving and always believing beyond the cloud of doubt.
All Is A Will For Power Nothing More

*******
hallucination in philosphical explanation
politicians drink my wine come and smoke my tea
we all tend to disagree from all the demonic mockery
painted fences with reckless advances
no second chances have to be perfect
whom do you seek or willingly agree
cats with blue hats
working so hard can give you a heart attack
put out some slack
stubborn liberal hot headed mess
feminist
equate logic for fear

existentialism at its best
I must clearly confess
we are in quite a mess
everyone's worshipping something
got a bun in the oven
kissing your second cousin
headed for destruction
inhillation in its soul vexation
Trump in his ivory tower can't even take a cold shower
North Korea's little boy porker
where the **** is this wall ?
do we have to hear it from the voice of a no it all

barbed wire fences
extremeties to watch suckers bleed
****** on the rise
abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
Elder Bush try's to get some bush
the corporate greed what a ******* sleeze
busy as a bee in your society
blinded leaders of the blind
some will fall into a great ditch
then most marry a *****
yet lust isn't pure love
we sweep things under the rug
Satan laughing spreads his wings
all in all by its evil twisted means

can't help you
cause they can't even help themselves
extortioners & real liars
no one has a voice today
no one gives a ****
worried abouth Hugh Hefner ******* on his final ***
zombie creatures with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood of side
you all want to just run away & hide
its the actual day of the walking dead face full of lead
for I exist as if a vapor then I am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time
*******
hallucination in philosphical explanation
politicians drink my wine come and smoke my tea
we all tend to disagree from all the demonic mockery
painted fences with reckless advances
no second chances have to be perfect
whom do you seek or willingly agree
cats with blue hats
working so hard can give you a heart attack
put out some slack
stubborn liberal hot headed mess
feminist
equate logic for fear

existentialism at its best
I must clearly confess
we are in quite a mess
everyone's worshipping something
got a bun in the oven
kissing your second cousin
headed for destruction
inhillation in its soul vexation
Trump in his ivory tower can't even take a cold shower
North Korea's little boy porker
where the **** is this wall ?
do we have to hear it from the voice of a no it all

barbed wire fences
extremeties to watch suckers bleed
****** on the rise
abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
Elder Bush try's to get some bush
the corporate greed what a ******* sleeze
busy as a bee in your society
blinded leaders of the blind
some will fall into a great ditch
then most marry a *****
yet lust isn't pure love
we sweep things under the rug
Satan laughing spreads his wings
all in all by its evil twisted means

can't help you
cause they can't even help themselves
extortioners & real liars
no one has a voice today
no one gives a ****
worried abouth Hugh Hefner ******* on his final ***
zombie creatures with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood of side
you all want to just run away & hide
its the actual day of the walking dead face full of lead
for I exist as if a vapor then I am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time
Inside I feel pain straight up from the rap game totally insane
Trump is not the voice of me I'm in the zone working on my legacy
Got bars you see making sweet history soaring to newer heights
Fresh words to be chosen I'm frozen put on foot in the oven my cousin
Rap needs chemistry you see working on my higher degree I cleave,
Please be responible or else you'd be in the hospital keep the game close
It's your choice got bars rolling in my Royal Royce got the hook up

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