"ragin" poems
A Lone Walker nowe Ah!
Intae Theis Murky Naycht
‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’,
Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar
Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’,
Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr,
Unfathomable, Unearthly,
Verra Guid Fyre wearin’,
Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine
Awa, awa, IT owre spilled!
Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’,
An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr,
Near-hand ay flashin’,
Rumblin’, guid tremblin’,
Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear
Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’,
An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo!
O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid!
Great Rowth ragin’!
Human nae, nae IT laanger!
Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror,
Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger!
Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och!
Stylle haiwin',
An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued,
Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest!
Athwart ma Solitarye Gait
Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’,
An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT!
O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah!
Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT!
Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine
Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’,
An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht,
Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah!
Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre
Thro’ nae croud strollin’,
Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel
The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun!
Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr
Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine!
Thus Thwndir-Taukin’:
NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES
QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI
ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI
IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE
AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA
ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA
THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO
AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO
DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE
TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT
FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA
ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE
SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
On the eleventh day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
11 ragin' reefers
10 lightin' lighters
9 hefty island boys
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
SO ANGRY
where do i go
do i go home
why did the abuser
have to feel so familar
so happy
i got out in 2 days
instead of longer
it hurts
that I felt the pain again
ANGRY
so
ANGRY
at the patriarchy
at the men
who claim to be good
when they are really just
fetishizing
hating creatures
who believe
that they can try to control me
manipulate me
influence me
or bend me to their ways
but SORRY
to break you
YOU CAN"T
BREAK ME
OR FORCE ME
TO DO ANYTHING
I will be respected
no matter
who I must avoid
or cut off
I CHOOOSE ME
NO MATTER WHAT
I am tired of men ruling my life
I am
as well as all of the ancestors behind me
raging against most of the horrible men out there
For the good men out there
I can't wait to meet more of you
and to actually converse
and have nice interactions
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 5:55 PM UTC
The sailors say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
On the twelfth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
12 tangy totos
11 ragin' reefers
10 lightin' lighters
9 hefty island boys
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
my lady’s rockin; her eyes open wide.
she walks towards me, pulsing her body
my lady smiles like she’s got something to hide.
we kiss so long I forget which tongue is mine…
teasin me, she backs up and takes a swig.
drops the last word, smile cocked to the side.
she fronts tough, much too slow to confide.
she plays aloof, yet all her actions scream, LOVE
my lady smiles like she’s got something to hide.
pouring *** and juice, here comes the Jekyll and Hyde…
once her double Caribou Lou’s kicked in
she’ll drop that last word, **** her fist to the side.
starts ragin jealous, that’s how we came untied.
“baby, love is the opposite of control,” I say.
so then my lady smiles like she’s got something to hide
she drops the last word, ego cocked to the side
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
I’m the Romeo
You’re Juliet
Caging my Ragin’ heart
For two arrests
forcing me to choose
between poison and cigarettes
A tsunami of aquaphobiacs
Singing tides of lullabies
to insomniacs
while the bitter ******** drown in the river
Welcome to the clan of un-forgivers
I see junkies sitting in their stoops
racing with the clouds
and ole man Johnny riding his two wheel pick up
to make minimum wage working for privileged clowns
-we call them millennials-
Irony almost as similar
As a tsunami made up of aquaphobiacs
Or the tides singing lullabies to the insomniacs
before they drown in the river
Welcome to the clan of un-forgivers
Pouring rain
my umbrella broke
lightning strikes
I have metal bones
Writing lines
my ink explodes
Sometimes we’re left to shiver
When we meet the clan of un-forgivers.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
[Lyric re-write: The Times they are a Changin’, by Bob Dylan]
Come gather ‘round, voters
Wherever’s your Poll?
And admit rising waters
Around you now flow
And accept it is sooner
Than science had shown
It’s ah crime the earth we’re not savin’
Get propeller power whirlin’
Charge yer lights with the sun
For the Climate is ah Changin’
Come haters and cynics
Who Twitter and spin
Better open yer eyes
For the Glaciers are thin
Our POTUS hates science
Wants it all about him
No compassion for another
He’s a gamblin’ we’re losers
And payin’ his bills
While the Climate is ah Changin’
Come Senator McConnell
Stop blockin’ the Bills
Don’t stand in our way
As the ice melts and spills
Our earth is ah hurtin’
While you don’t heed calls
The storm outside is ah ragin’
And soon for our children
No future at all
For the Climate is a Changin’
Come sisters and brothers
We must make a stand
And all realize
What is now in our hands
For if we do nothin’
They’ll ravish the land
Unlivable for the ages
Inaction and tarry
Is all they have planned
While the Climate is ah Changin’
The time has now come
The dye, it is cast
If we slow down
It’ll soon come to pass
Our chances are fadin’
The present, our last
Leavin’ life no safe haven
So what we don’t need
Is coal, oil, or gas
Cuz the Climate is a Changin’
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
.
Oh Girleen, leave that dark, weed-covered rock
And watch no more the waves white-capped with foam
Nor listen to their sighs; they only mock
Your lonely sorrowed heart; now come back home.
I don’t watch each wave that sweeps and falls,
I don’t heed the sobbing of the sea –
I’m listening for my own true lover’s call
There, can you hear now? He’s calling me….
Ah Girleen, sure it’s only the wild, wild wind,
A-wailing o’er the waters its sad song;
Put all these thoughts of him far from your mind-
To our own good god alone, the dead belong.
Ye lie, he’s mine, for from the grey sea-mist.
Yesterday evening when the sun sunk low
He came and took me in his arms and kissed my mouth
Just like he used to, long ago.
And so, I’ll not go home, but here I’ll stay
For maybe, in the smoky gloamin’ dim,
He’ll come again out o’er the showers o’ spray
And take me o’er the ragin’ seas with him.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
I had a dream
about the ocean
white beaches and
seagulls making the
light flicker as they
fly over me
I had a dream
about the ocean
wild currents and
unknown forms of life
staring at me without
me noticing them
I had a dream
about the ocean
the reflection of
thesunset, carved
into the sea while
painted on the sky
and the salty wind
drying my eyes
I had a dream
about the ocean
black waves ragin
at rocks and humans
and all things disturbing peace
and screaming that I will
never know its secrets
I had a dream
about the ocean
picking up little treasures
it left for me, shipwrecked
little secrets I will
never know where came
from, and the ocean
will smile secretively back
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
Yo people need to wake up to break up
Stop fallin' for the same **** that's made up
Over a news spill best part of wakin' up
It's not Folgers in ya cup but exposing the corrupt
They get mad though once I talk that real **** so
This ain't a physical but a spiritual battle
most say they real but be the first to tattle
Like we back in kindergarten I'm plantin' my own
Garden of Eden yo who do you believe in?
I'm chilling off the highs of God third eye
Master the craft between a woman's thigh
Raise my consciousness to an all time high
Understand the basics of ****** alchemy
So when you see me youll see God's army
Angels to demons surroundin' me watchin' em like my closest kin to me
Most ain't who they say they claim to be
Sips of Hennessy to better glance at my enemies
In five D dimension strengthen the loosen to a tension that muy mind was missin'
I'll still rise over y'all still at me sneak dissin' leave no pain remission
They say Tut chill or they'll threaten your will
I feel like how X feel so I aint got time to chill
Forever holding my chrome steel roll only with the real though it'll cost me me appeal and still
I'd rather die a soldier than a coward
Times a thousand real killaz stay wilding
No smiling but I show my teeth hangin' on pains jewels like a Christmas reef
Commander in Chief of the streets it's eat
Or be eaten the ragin' beast is feasting teethin'
For the lost souls to scold in a fold I was told
The good die young and even younger
Makes me really wonder why I was made to live under
The poverty beltline envisionin' my self on the tables of the flat line
with a collapsed spine
Got **** dreams steamed from a gory graphic design
Rejoining my ancestors in the skyline
If you count the stars you'll see my battle scars
From afar do they know we really are
I guess not the angel Michael laid me a message
In ****** scripture so I could see the final picture
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
always the same
and never the better
you run a fool’s game,
always playing with
the lever.
ready to pull down,
ready to go,
the deepest
pockets of your mind,
an ebb and flow.
misery loves company,
at least one more
this time
always cyclical, and round
and round you go,
emotional chaos
that you hope to
control
but the storm’s ragin’
and you’re comfortable
with a little rain
sometimes
because you know
stories aren’t told
without a little
suffering sometimes.
May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 6:35 PM UTC
A sad specimen is she
who dainty and small Used to be
pretty as the sun shining in
Now we dont know where her legs end
and her ****** belly begins
round and round round she go
she hit her forehead trying to reach her toes
Lies and stories she made up so crude
But at least in this post she didnt mention FOOD
walkin past us in court all single file
it was she left potholes in the floors tile
Hateful and mean lies she must pass
prolly why hubby all up in the neighbors ***
Saw Baby daddy Number one outside of the jail
Told us crotch ROTTEN so he had to bail
Once so pretty the cream of the CROP
Now Miss Piggy just waiting for some SLOP
Little pig little pig LET me IN
*** Mommy I wish i was THIN
Thoughts of thinner days do begin to LINGER
she wasnt payin attention and chewed off her finger!
Megan is Ragin the worst of the "ANtis"
Also the one wearin the biggest ******* *******
#FKKOUTTAHEREWITHDATBUUULLSHIT!
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
Ive been scorned
Since i was born
Daddy left me with
Troubles memories couldn't enjoy
The summers breeze everything
I prayed to the skies
On bended knees deep
In insanity can you feel
Me?
My pain is too deep
Souls in a weap
They say tears from a man
Makes you weak
But that's ******** and
Can't get no sleep
These demons reachin' and
Leechin'
While they plottin' my
Mini fourteen creepin'
Late night sleepin' from
My bullets rippin' ya skin
Put an end to carnal sins come again
I got much rage to bust
Kickin- up dust til my body rust plus
Arsenal is stacked carefully back track
To the dayz of wayback
When we used to gats in the hood
Its understood it'll this way
Misunderstood never change im
Feeling strange
And indulged in so much pang
Now that the pain done
Settled in
Pourin' shots of gin
At the bottom of glass
I see the djinn
War is ragin' cuz
My thoughts caged in
Envision myself bleedin'
On the pavement suicidal
Thoughts?
What a predicament?
That I've put myself
In spiritual warfare every
Where i go
So follow me into
The flow as i spit
My soul on instrumental
Once it's laid much detrimental
Engraved in ya temple
Is my gun to ya mental
Visions in slow mo lyrically
You can't embrace prodigy
A demon seed trying
To break the breed
Through tokes of ****
Sittin' on my brains tryna
To shake shake hells bells
Im just a ghost in shell
Tryna maintain all these
Madness all this madness
Around me maneee??
With so much sorrow
To bear
In still embace with
So much pang
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
Spill the fuel
and light the match.
Once it drops, it drops.
Gasoline is a liquid,
but that doesn't mean it'll help.
If only you knew.
You're carelessness
will get you caught on fire
and I hope it burns you to a crisp.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 10:31 PM UTC
you have the same effect on me,
that the full moon has on the ragin' tides
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
Storms raging in my stomach
Tidal waves in my mind
Drowning in my sorrows
Will I ever survive?
I'm gasping for air with the winds ragin' 'round. Nothing makes sense because I can't hear a sound.
All I want is silence. All I want is peace.
I want all this to end, to escape my mind to make the noises cease.
Please Lord make this stop, make it hard for my thoughts to find me
......
Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 11:43 PM UTC
The blood on the blade
The bullet, the bomb
The bank and the ballot
The book of Islam
Is my common man struggle
My herbicide’s noose
My opiate’s masses
Producing like Zeus
The poor, huddled refuse
Of consumerist culture’s
Impoverished and hungry
Insatiable vulture’s
Malnourishment wage
In your minimum cage
Cold World War snow blanket’s
Free love hippy plague
Ragin’ back from the Dead
To bring Down the whole System
With stock market fallout zone’s
Mushroom cloud prism
The re-meducation
Ghost-mortem disorders
The doomsday rock addict
The crack in your borders
The anti-establishment
Savior to none
I am merely the plug
You should pull when you’re done
Lest I overload brainwaves
With overlord plans
Till your empires fall
Into my beggar’s hands
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
I stared at the cinderblock wall, kudzu clawin’ up wild,
A green chokehold sprawlin’ ‘cross this Tennessee hollow,
Life flickers in me, a match struck on a humid night,
But leukemia’s creepin’, a month to ***** my candle’s glow.
Sixteen and I’m done, no worse than folks who linger here,
The sun meltin’ over the Smokies, the sweetgum air—why ain’t it mine?
I despise death’s slow drag, its damp, cold fingers on my neck,
Not scared—just ****** a fire ragin’ in veins gone icy.
A dream once slunk in, like a copperhead through the pines,
Cross my warped floorboards, me froze, watchin’ it glide,
No fangs, no strike, just sickness coilin’ in its hush,
Woke me to the truth—my end’s stalkin’ these backroads quiet.
Why me leavin’ while others grill burgers in the dusk?
This land’s too pretty—cornfields gold, mockin’ my rot,
I’d toss a Molotov at it all, this carefree Cumberland sprawl,
If my arms had the grit to torch my **** fate.
The world churns on, deaf to my hollerin’ from the porch,
Beauty cuts deep—crickets chirpin’ a song I can’t keep.
Everybody’s fightin’ to breathe, no soul less than me,
But what’s it worth when death’s got my number dialed?
I chuck my truth like a deer stand spear, unmissable,
To God, to life, to folks cruisin’ Main Street clueless,
At sixteen, dread’s my gospel, my rebel yell,
A war cry howled, so this whole county might pay up.
Life’s a gift for us about to get yanked away,
We cling tight to what’s rippin’ loose in the wind,
My ache, my envy for kids racin’ four-wheelers, unborn,
No hate—just a love for livin’, sharp as a switchblade.
Through cussin’ and jealousy’s hot sting, I thread a tune,
A jagged love song hummin’ over the TVA hum,
Reckon this truth, let your own gripes loose like hounds,
I ain’t kneelin’ to anything . And I am proudly mad.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC