"pushin" poems
Everyones chillin’
Groovy tunes rollin’
Lowriders cruisin’
Then your loud *** comes along
Takin’ up space
Yours and mine
Wreckin’ smooth
Pushin’ your own groove
"Donk in charge"
No votes necessary
Everythin’ sighs
Bubble on the mic
Doin’ your business
All over the room
Box store cut-ass mule
Nothin’ but unwoke noise
Blow Bull Horn
© 2019 MJL
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
My problems never cease cuz adversaries try to bury me
But since I'm initiated by the hoods
They gats protect me catastrophe
Been with me since my family tree
Nothing crack dealers and cap peelers
Seen life early wanted to the king
So I chased figures
Lookin' at all the cold cash I was stashin'
Went from a jalopy to fly Benz
Dark tint limo roll up the indo
Cuz a brother gotta stay blitz always on a different **** never let the **** blind me
Its money over ******* fake ******* get stitches
No love bury with five slugs in ya cranium
A young ****** on a war path a
Ain't no tamin' em
Since muthaphukkas jealous I gotta stay strapped
Lookin' at the skies for better days askin' why?
My life is like this why am enticed to this?
**** imagery its the best of me
Can't help if I want to abolish slavery
Punks *** cops always chasin' me
But my mind too strong to be caught up in the wrong
I strategize with actions raw raps keep the Co's packin'
Put out an APB for a **** nigguh livin' in this streets
My heart goes out to the lonely I feel.ya pain
Don't let the burden tare ya down
Get up off ya *** if ya plan to make cash
Cuz the ***** *** government never gone give ya a reprimand of a helping hand
Lean on me and overthrow political rules
I wamt the gold and silver not the fake *** jewels
Paper currency ain't nothing but a advocate to debt
So many lost in this world breakin' a sweat
Tryna be something that's you'll never be
And if a follow the footsteps of revolutionary I'll be a threat
So what?? I'mma keep pushin' limits testin' nerves
As I sip the henney and blunt as a swerve
In my top drop feelin' right and tight
Its the black Sun Tzu
Thinkin' maybe I'll die tonight
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
/ *oh no no no... you don't get a jew artefact at this point, when the play of words comes between the son and the mother... no no no... you're target; she should be a **** a stripper, a ***** but when you do what this, "englishman" did? undermining the concept of personal property? ownership? his property infringes on your property, and somehow: my, yours, our's doesn't compute... i'm ******* craving to **** my neighbour... because all i have left to lose is... frothing at the mouth.*
at a supermarket:
within the confines
of a cashier:
- 'is this your typical
friday night?'
say it plain, chubby...
**** it: more cushion
for the pushin'...
sunglasses at 6am?
a reply:
- 'it could be'
- 'if you were part of it'
- 'what?'
i'd love to fiddle with excesses
of porky...
migrant crisis?
more like a ***** cricis...
import black ****
given the white boy lay low...
it's not even funny,
i find it funny attempting
to whistle...
which i can't,
given that i found laughter...
just don't come between me
and mt "neighbour":
cos i'll **** the ******* ****
and "he's" watching me?
sorry:
i'll **** the ******* ****
fuck-face-tard!
no, i will;
i can't conceive retaining
the anglophone aspect of comedy
within the confines
of the monologue,
with a cabaret....
i'll **** him...
next time we exfoliates
speaking to my mother,
and not... looking
into my eyes...
"englishman": spew!
you! now! clean up this
***********
******* english!
like you bred a people,
gesticulating with
a hand gesture...
new yankies...
britain: home,
of the the wankies.
p.s.
no... private property contra
private property
within this ****** vogue...
i seriouslly will throw
a **** into his garden,
and say...
not enough fox hunting,
d'uh!
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
Kickin' all the way the Live Coolio
deep in ya Culo/
it's that Boy Yosef comin' with major Flavas/
with so Many Styles more than a Hair Doo Voodoo/
got ya eyes on ya know Who?/
so many ****** wanna Smoke me
Cuz im the New Joint/
puttin' sparks to ya Head ****** Red/
if u thinkin' about Frontin'' Me/
ill make u Crossover like EPMD/
Rap Fanatic since i was Swimmin' in the Nut Sack the Mack Attack/
hittin' all your perspectives
im takin' out all the Primitives/
in the Rap Game Shoot ya Stick
try again my- Flows erected as a ****
in between ***** *****
so take Chance it ya Want/
Watch the gun taunt
in ya Face a sad Disgrace/
Slappin' a new taste
in ya Mouth i Dropped it
my Style can't be Competed
you Obsoleted
i'm Makin Profits the Funk Baby!!!!
Many Emcees sweet as a KitKats
so cut the Chit Chat/
cuz im bout to Splatter their careers into pieces
Gotthem Envisionin' Doubles
like Noah i Told ya
the Tru Soldier Rollin' Dogia/
marchin' to the Beat with my Vocal
a Tru Loco/
when i'm sippin E & J **** an Airplay pinin' Indo/
playin' suckas close like who's holdin' the most/
weight? Pushin' rhymes like weights
Loots stay Connected like freight Train Crates/i Dominate from all states
that's why they Call Me All-State/
but ya Ain't in Good Hands
-tryna Step to the Big Man
keep u heated galore like Afghanistan gettin' in that *** like Sand/
so take Stand and a Bow cuz im the Prowl/
for that Number One Slot
ya rhymes loose as Jar Jelly
**** what the critics tell me
"Mr Big Stuff" girls call me "Heavy D"
From then shaft that lays between me
the Funk Baby!!!
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
u want more emotion, maybe im just tourchered to the point im just going through the motions praying out there i find a potion to let me relax, maybe stop the wise cracks about how im fat or how minimal the cash is i stack. or maybe the fact when i cut open my vain i just see black no crimson blood just black oozing from the cracks as if my tanned skin is a stone statue starting to crumble under the weight of self loathing. the fact of deep down id rather be a better person but it bugs me i cant afford the fancy clothing, even in our society how we hype up to the idea then it comes to play and no one seems to stay like whatever happened to kony we live amungst phoneys saying their better only to better their pride and maybe to impress a futer bride collecting money only green in there eyes envious of those that accumulate wealth but seem to be blind to those who have nothing pushin it off to someone who has more to give now tell me again wat gives u a greater right to live over the young women even children forced into *** but u need to spend ur check on a fancy rolex because ur life is complex now im not saying im better though i have been gifted with my life but in my heart i still cry everynight because were on borrowed time ive seen people distroy themselves in hate a freind in grade 9 became addicted to cocain now shooting ****** in his vein his leather jacked stained skin n bones calling on the phone for his next fix my mom with her slit wrists pretending i dont exist now is that enough emotion for u after all im still just a kid.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
If I told you I killed myself at 16 would you believe me?
Or just say "young Dougie is just miss behaving" slaving, as I am chained and serving society who is caving, and ask god for gifts that even he found entertaining...when a boy grows up his insides start changing and the tint of red in his heart dims and starts fading,
he felt pain at its highest, experienced the attitude of a liar and seen 1st hand what it means when a "GOOD THING" just expires. He grows tired and tense while blood drips from his hand, broken glass on the floor... he punched the reflection of a man…
who seems injustice and corrupt, always pushin his luck, and remains silent when addressed, he so easily erupts. Takin shots of big dreams with NyQuil in a cup, "good" imaginative girls around him, he's just too messed up...liquor doesn't help his mind, still stuck in a rut, and the shakes only means his temperatures gon up.
You see the high in his eyes, where he constantly lies, never looks you in the face, just looks on the other side, one of a kind guy, never been a afraid to die, don't ask this guy why? Cause he will never reply.
Communication he never lacked, he just speaks better over a track,
Give him a pen, white paper,
A smooth beat and watch him rap.
And listen closely to his story, pay close attention to the facts,
visualize all his words,
And dissect his true meaning
Of a brain dead poet who uses his pen filled of integrity with a pad made of dreaming.
*Don't ask me to save your soul, or rescue your burning heart from a building...
I'm no superhero, just a modern day fake EVIL villain...*
-Dougie Simps
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
I choose how I want you tonight,
Naked with a full blown appetite, Let me demonstrate how you turn me into a bad gal,
Your bad gal made of honey,
Sweet rain drops sprinkle the ground,
And I let you and my tongue play around,
Why do we love as If we need to prove a point,
When I'm taking every bit of you that I barely can handle,
Please never stop even when I beg,
Your body is the only thing I want to taste forever,
Incredibly weak when your lips pressures' my prize,
You can take me anyway you fantasize,
But there's no cushion for your pushin,
I'm trouble bustin your pelvic bubble,
Daddy please give me all of you I beg,
You dive deeper than we could swim,
Chocolate melting under chocolate,
You make me quiver with like a prey eyed to be eaten,
My body struck paralyzed to move,
I watch you with tears developing,
It's too heavy to bare,
I can't take this anymore,
But I'm still urging for more you forcefully give,
All night I die over and over,
Taking multiple trips to heaven,
Hawt kisses with long persuasion of endless love stayed content,
We finally take a break catching the sunrise delight us,
It's too hot for us to be cuddling,
But your burning love is worth the sizzle for me.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
*yonder wave wants to come on in
can't make it go away
try so hard to chase away
steel reserve*
1.
don't come cryin' on yo broken shins
who dat talkin' ova der?
yo muvva just ain't home rite now
take ya scraggy bags
and vamoose outta here
pick up dem rings 'round yo trappin' eyes
and lasso 'em round dat red fin
tackle yo chapped lips
afore dem ships fall in yo calyx-cracks
quit dat naggin' bitch-mouth
here, have dis apple, ma piggie
and dems eyes o' yours dat shine so brite
might as well switch off dat lite
hide dem leather-hands dat look like dry branches
wat, even da desert don't win dis contest
pack dat stupid head in a box
der ain't nuttin' inside a see-through noggin
hide dem silly hopes under a hevvy sea
or bury it under da soles of yo crazi hart
take yo blasted treadin' to some udder place
some dark mine where dey can use yo help
and all dem purty words on pages yo just lurve a-spewin'
ain't no party here for fools no more
2.
den, der some funny rhydm 'gainst ma door
pushin' dat big wave
pushin' dat big wave
I'm a-pushing back jest as hard
but dat wrestlin' wave jest a-growin'
keeps a-knockin'
always rockin'
gonna come crashin' rite in
*ain't no good wishing, ma beloved darlin'
so many fine dreams
running silent
in dem luvverly veins under yo kick-startin' tongue*
yah, yonder waves gonna make a breakthrough
some day...
(mebbe)
S T, 21 augury 2013
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
welcome to houston texas
we roll swangas n swishers
we might hit cha
with the torch
if ya dont know where ya stand
in the ghetto we never let go
of painful memories
we got brothers get shot by cops
to brothers getting got
by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own
phone home
soon to be at the crossroads
knockin at thugs mansion door
got **** how did i get smoked
i thought i was backed by my locs
now im sittin with malcolm
and martin n garvey
enjoying a smoke
wish i could reach deep into the pains
of black folks brain
and let em know
we used to be kings n queens
but **** dont flipped
once they change the color of the script
but ***** i peep game since i was embryo
last of a dying breed corrupt seed
we can changr indeed
we just gotta change waht our minds feed
but we too intrigue
from the worlds scent
a ghetto ih
now that've got your intention
lets form a syndication
reform strategize black nation
we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin
nothing but flawless beats
smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet
or better yet the bayou classic
listenin to magic
1 0 2 point one everybody having fun
without the use of a gun
buts ther3s always one
that wanna start ****
got his wig split
now take a picture for yo casket
wish times wasnt so hard
but im always on the guard
sneaky *** white supremacy
pushin gay antics
miss with that semantic
yall aint slick
so let me hit ya with some of the realist
rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im
tired of this ****** poor livin
everyday sinning
no winning stuck at a permenant loss
but somehow my soul still grows
even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Drink up the radiation
Subhuman viral nation
That or starve in skeleton cars
Chewin' on lettuce and candy bars
It's a caper world but there's no dancing
Skippin' like a child? Prepare for the violins
An interlude of electric tubes
Pushin' you closer to the cube
Tinted windows beg for bullets
And she makes *** feel like school
I've climbed the mountains, crawled in the caves
Still can't tell the veins from the beige
Still don't know if I'm better off in Nod's nowhere
Or Pan's wonderland of the living dead
Don't talk much except to my shaky fingers
Nibble nimble, spin a spindle, see the symbols, give a little
I've got a man who lives under my tongue
He fixes all my cavities
And when the paycheck comes
He sits atop the pink carpet-
His anti-gravity
I had a dream-weaver
But now he's vacationing
Somewhere in Himalayan Mountain territory
He's been there for two moons
And I doubt he'll ever leave
He sends me postcards and fancy little things
I put em' in a cigar box, hoping one day I'll see wings
****** was eaten by maggots
Before he took the helm
Insanity breeds anti-gravity
Life breeds cruel leaders
Forget divide and conquer
It's swarm and swallow
Tools of the revolution
Intravenously protrude you
Same In Nazarene
Spit In the Name of me
Go limping with a tishbite in the Cherith
Stating the obvious facts of Sin
Livin' only for lunar limbs
And Bailey's beads
Screaming,
"My God!
It's full of stars!"
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:37 PM UTC
Dear Sister's,
I remember when you arrived on that very first day. You looked really sad and had nothing to say. The pain in your eyes told your story all to well. But I knew in my heart you still had a story to tell. When I looked at your face I could your pain. Because what you held inside could drive a sane man insane. You have seen and did a lot of things. Some of them bad. Some of what you did would make a happy person sad. But let me tell you this sister's. Do not despair. Now that your changing your life you are going somewhere. You have told your story and freed your soul. So put the bad things behind you because now they are old. Now you have pep in your step and your swagger is back. And in a matter of time there will be nothing you'll lack. You are beautiful human beings and you deserve the best. And so far lady's you have past the test. So keep pushin' my sister's. Don't stop tryin'. You already shed your tears. So now you can stop cryin'. By the grace of God you have gone through the fire. If someone tells you different they're a bold face liar. So from the bottom of my heart I know you'll recover. Sincerely yours. Your recovery brother. c. R. Mendoza
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
Had to hang up the lead foot
for a while, hopefully for good,
after a near crash the other week.
I was pushin the red line
vision smeared, thumbs angry,
voice sharp- wild like prairie wind.
So tonight it's just beer,
nothing that can cause combustion,
I've retired the horn,
and traded my brights
for a moon roof,
cause with her I like cruising-
and all I want is to enjoy the breeze,
drop her off safely, and remember
where I parked the beater.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 8:26 AM UTC
can you spare some change
i could really use a little
get back up on my feet
feel the ground beneath the street
all i got’s this little beat that’s
pushin pulmonary particles through
passages inside me
it’s a losing battle
but i wage it anyway
every day
there’s no point, just a pulse,
just that rhythm driving chemicals
through channels unknown
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Said he 'shut yer gobs ye ****** boggers'
Keen on blatherin' ye spent yer days with yer tongue sharp as a dagger
O ter be 'onest ye be pattin yer boat.
Aul' ducks,yung ducks all makin' faults.
Cats eatin' bazz i say blather ye boyo
A man makin' money, no divils in county mayo
Yer gobs flippin' like hoors feckin ****
Smart fellas know ter kick yer barse
Me,a **** in carrickfergus jammy am i?
Come 'ere ye be told a secret ye culchie
A man pushin his **** tryin ter find his way
Be wide ye yung boyo lots o vultures on yer way
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 3:46 AM UTC
tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz
gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly
we simply gs, whose duties include
slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang
i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers
want answers, so we give straight answers
lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight
don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise
poems born from crime, give it some time
gotta come right, sell it all at one price
my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by
enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff
i bluff and take what's rightfully mine
tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice
coco loco, monica matadora tending
first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz
red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me
subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi"
ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly
check out jammed jay, pushin designer
hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny
snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now
close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst ****
tina staring camly into her secret intention
i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho
as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes
he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose
jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel
bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters
hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons
wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7
hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo
ready to battle the enemy of the enemy
lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
Tired of these ******* holidays,
leave me feelin life in a daze.
Tired of this ******* war,
Christmas or Xmas,
Mary was a ******* *****
Beloved of the lord.
Lets push someone down,
to get into that door.
People pushin and Shovin'
'Tis the season to be Lovin'
Pass the bottle I need a drink,
I need a minute to think,
everybody skitting around
slipping and sliding like an ice rink.
Running on a campaign of family values,
But the **** you're sayin,
Just ain't true!
Ready to be done with this,
With all of you.
I don't care about your bedroom.
What you gonna do for me,
For all these people like me.
Quit talkin and do it,
Tired of the ********
you keep putting me through it
Tired of the single-mindedness
And its wide spread acceptedness
It's your fault we're in this mess,
And broke-ass ******* like me
Stuck payin for it,
The reason for this season
died years ago
I'm just gonna say it
Tired of layin low
I'm not the only one
saying what son?
I just want to be done
I'm Not sorry if you're angry with me
It's been building up
and building up
try to tear it down
But I'm fed up
Try to bring it round full circle
Sick of these people
who won't hear the truth
Till this **** hits the roof
gazin around heads aloof
Tired of the ********
you keep putting me through it
Tired of the single-mindedness
and it's widespread acceptedness
It's your fault we in this mess
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
it was an august sun
slow and sure pushin itself up the sky
singing down at us
the air full and rich with summer
the bells on her ankle chimed
as she danced for me
a sweet smile on her lips
one just for me
and the smoke in her eyes
smouldering wants in her very soul
and i took her hand
and her wants
take them all night
take em as far as we could go
there in the dark
she rose to meet me
she let her hair flow
she let her gifts show
there in the dark
she gave herself to me
body and soul
and we danced all night
and we dreamed away our worlds
all in one fantastic night
she called out wild
and let it loose with a harsh cry
let herself go
wake in the night and laugh into each others eyes
weak at the knees but oh so strong in the heart
don't 'cha know shes my song
and i'm her instrument
made for this night in each others arms
don't 'cha know we have lived all our lives
to get ready for this moment right here
me to you
you for me
and the bells on her ankle chime
like wedding bells
the beads woven into her dreadlocks shine
like stars and planets in her universal mind
i carried her cross the threshold
and her love escaped her soft lips in a single gasp
as she peaked
there in my arms
and me in hers
tonight is forever
and has seemed to last just that long
i am so happy here with you
we are golden together my lover
and its always been that way
will be forever more
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
Dax-
To Be A Man
~My Verse~
I can't hide myself
I don't expect you to understand
I just hope I can explain, what it's like to be a man
It's a lonely road
And they don't care about what you know
It's not about how you feel, but what you provide inside that home
-----------------------------------------
This life's relentless and heartless, regardless, it happens every day
It's obvious, I'm not good at this, why was I cast in this role anyway?
A character I never planned to play, never auditioned, never signed my life away
I didn't ask for this, showed zero interest, explain to me why I gotta stay?
But that's the depression, pushin' and pullin', convincin' me I'm nothin'
I wish it was bluffin', I gotta do somethin', I know I shouldn't keep runnin'
Win or loser the only options given, as the pressure builds, I must keep it from showin'
Turn failures to lessons, allow angers regression, rememberin' my son's always watchin'
-----------------------------------------
I can't hide myself
I don't expect you to understand
I just hope I can explain, what it's like to be a man
It's a lonely road
And they don't care about what you know
It's not about how you feel, but what you provide inside that home
©2023
Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 6:05 PM UTC
The devil’s in town today
a man in black,
a tired smile
seeking solace
from pushin’ others away
from pushin’ me away
So I’ll be here
crying for shelter, shelter
‘cause I taught him
(but he hasn’t learned)
Building walls doesn’t
solve any problem
only makes a bigger mess
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 5:28 AM UTC
He's a real good kid, he keeps his head down
She's pretty and polite and fun to be around
but when they're together and ain't no one in sight
They get down like animals in the middle of the night
He's walking in the door
She's lookin' to score,
knocks him to the floor
says baby do ya want some more
yeah, do ya want some more?
There's a trip slip to the bed
dip as the fly unzip, hands rip
off shoes and dress
before too long it's a
***** hot mess
put the bed to the test
as we press
You hear him confess
I love it, love it when we do the monkey lovin'
With the nails, biting, pushin' and the shovin'
between the sheets is as hot as an oven
as we become one again and again and again and again
She wraps around his waist
and he's now lost in space
taste the sweat
don't waste a second
this place is heaven
while they do the dance
lost in a trance
their faces merge
as they're on the verge
oh they're on the Verge
yeah they're on THE VERGE
as she yells out
I love it, love it when we do the monkey lovin'
With the nails, biting, pushin' and the shovin'
between the sheets is as hot as an oven
as we become one again and again and again and again
They relax between the sheets
curling their feet
hearts catch a beat
their lips meet once more
before
zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
Gotta study fast
Not ready for this test
To many hits of ******
An Shayna's sittin next to me
Shes gonna do good
Shes not from the hood
This test is so crazy
Dwamn am i lazy
All these answers hazy
While im just pushin daisies
Gonna eat a paistry
Mhmm it is so tasty
My memory is back
Everything was all so black
Writing in this class
Man i hope i pass.
Shayna is real sweet
And maybe so is Pete
Molly is my friend.
She really makes me bend
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Pushin my baby on the swing each one way,
Bullets passing the wind not punching
me and my baby. But the fools be running
like they could outrun fate.
They can't escape the crosshairs of
ill-prepared revenge.
Cadavers hit the floor blood outlines
that turn white after they felled.
I kept pushing my youth, hoping
she'd grow to an age where she
could push her own.
But every day I playing Russian
roulette with her swinging,
me pushing her further so that
she's higher than the gunshots
as they always hitting lower.
Today I was pushing her, she in her nikes,
swinging her higher than death could
catch her tight grip...
But my neighbor she hanging low, catching
two unfollowed friend requests flying through
the air, one in the thigh, one between the thoughts,
I kept pushing as her shadow swallowed by her
folding on the floor, her baby swinging slower
but still alive.
Blue took her to her daddy, hope they
find out who they are as she had more than
one by another man...
I m still here pushing my baby on a silent playground.
No one comes here, that's good for me.
pushing her low as there isn't a problem
of drive-bye byes... No more ******** no one to ****
There is just me and my baby pushing..
Come on baby its time to go home,
the road is white, and we aren't
going to our usual place...
R.I.P to those who never didn't do nothing.
Another drive-by, grills smiling as flashes
greeting shaded window frames,
hanging low.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
On the poetic hills
Of love
We ride along
Pushin'
Fighting
For the world
We're building the strength
For it
To fall
So we could get back up again
And love
On the poetic hills
Of bacchanal
Partys
and
Laughter
In alcohol
Naked under our clothes
We ride along
Pushin'
Fighting
For the world
We're going to be strong
When everything goes wrong
And smile
When everyone is back
In eachothers arms
While she puts on
Those poetic heels of love
We ride along
Pushing and fighting
For mother earth
On the poetic heels of femme fatale
We write along
we
write
along
On the poetic hills
of love…
ride.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
I never meant to look like a ***** floor
I bend the laws of physics when I ask mirrors to change my own reflection
Have this ugly soul
pushin’ all my ugly buttons
Doubled back on my last straw so many times
I’m pullin’ splintered strands of yellow
From my backstab wounds
Got prickly bits of blonde
Sticking out from the places I missed
They healed there
Got shards of my own teeth in my tongue
Puncture holes in my lungs
Makes it hard to breathe sometimes
‘cause I am still healing
Don’t call me good
Or handsome
Or patient
I do everything I can to sabotage the love you give
Not that I don’t want it
I am just not ready
One time you told me I should love as often as I breathe
So I starting breathing as often as I love
And I almost die in the intervals between our phone calls
Grace is you lightening the pressure on my drowning head
Patience is me staying under when you do
God is a child with a finger pointed at my heart and laughing
And you are an angel when you turn out the bathroom light
So that I stop hating my own reflection
Remind me that we are defined by more than the choices we make
That I might still have all the scars from the cancer
And the fistfights
And that one time I tried to end it all too early
But this heart beats more than just a war drum
It beats a ********* army
Can hear it like giant rumble footsteps
Can hear it finally change directions
Away from all the chaos
Shattering mirrors below my heart feet
So much glass glittering
Looks like a river
Too many pieces to reflect anything but the sky
Reminds me
I am not done healing
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 12:18 PM UTC
I can’t even think to myself anymore, without you comin’ right to my mind.
I’ve gone past the brink, into Hell – shut the door, an’ I’m wonderin’ never to find:
That ignorant bliss that I once so adored, when your sweet face had never been shown.
That brilliant abyss of my world without war an’ my ease with the ebb of its flow.
My pilot is burnin' but I am upturned now, I’m pushin’ the pressure I pull.
My stallin’ an’ swirlin’s a sight for the girl that I’m only at leisure to love.
It’s gotten to grindin’ an’ strikin’ like lightnin’, my heart is as happy as hurt.
I’m often invitin’, enticin’ a likin’, but we’re always back wastin’ words.
But like a bad dream that becomes as you seen it, I’m all but there breathin’ the air.
It’s such a long scene an’ it’s runnin’ on me an’ I’m fallin’ here rattlin’ my worth.
She’s all nature to me, the one shape of beauty, a harp an’ its pillows of string.
The everythin’ through me, her face in the room as an angel that carries a sting.
Lost in the eyes that I ache to revise, I find peace with the play of the light.
Tossed into tides about feelin’ alive, an’ of stealin’ her into the night.
But I’m at a loss, I’m at every mans end, growin’ older than anythin’ can.
She’s all that I’ve got, an’ I have to pretend that she just isn’t holdin’ his hand.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC