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Geno Cattouse Jun 2014
I Stand firmly with my hands relaxed cause the kid looking down on me just cant FADE me.
His eyes smirk with disdain as he rubs against the grain but my years in the realm keep my hands firm at the helm just smirk him right back and now he's feeling wack cause I slipped his attack and the punk can't fade me.

See...my body is tough and conditioned. Swift still powerfull and lithe.
Six decades see I aint ***** made ....still cool as the shade and makin the grade...I moved in and stayed...aint shaky and the kids cant fade me.

Payed those dues early and often.....not boasting. Just love confounding young ducklings snotty  lil fucklings.
My mind is quick I pay my dues...use it or lose it...no aint bout to dodder become cannon fodder for rooks with no stripes... talk that **** if I have to.
Walk that **** too.
Blessed and respectfull.
Man I love checkin chickens who get it wrong.My body is my carriage my spirit an amalgam of knowlege and physicality.
They try to cubby hole.This old dude dont fit mold.
Kick your *** and get witty. Aint fresh of no *****.
They shake their heads or feign disdain g
But again and again they misread. Down for the de de.
Aint no play pretty.Energiser bunny. You cant fade me punk.I might spank your *** like your uncle.....Nephew.
Your hands cant hit what your eyes cant see.
You cant chump me off play me no dozens. I aint old cause I'm lucky. Plucky.
Every dog has his day and one day the magic will end ask Houdini .....   ..... but till then my young friends,this old man's gonna play nick nack on your ****. And ya don't stop and ya don't quit. FEEL ME ? Cause ya caint fade me.....Yet.
Emma Nov 2019
i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready,
i'm ready to be loved,
i'm ready to be cared,
i'm ready to be needed,
i'm ready be respectfull,
i'm ready be enough,
i'm ready for the real life,
i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready.
i'm ready for the love,
i'm ready, i was waiting long enough
YoussefM Oct 2017
With her i don't want equality
People claimed i am sick
But my love to her more stronger than to be just romance
Nothing stumble the beat of my heart than her look
With my lips over hers
tasting the tast of the nectar in her mouth
Sliding her fingers over my body
that my body hair stood Troubled
respectfull to her
with her i don't want equality
i want to be the slave and she's the queen
Randolph Napoles Jun 2018
YOU
" Appreciation "

Oh, How do i start to flatter you my dear?
Should i start with those pretty eyes that you bear?
Or that beautifully curvy smile that you have,
Which never fails to make me fall in love.

Wait! Flaterry is a sin for me to do!
I am not writing this to flatter you.
This is a poem of my appreciation,
To the things is see in you, that surpasses my imagination.

So let me start with your very core,
Your ever so positive spirit that I adore.
So positive that it influences me in so many ways,
Taught me to see things with a smile always.

Then we go to your generosity and understanding,
I am a beggar but instantly i became rich as your friend.
You always do the things that makes me happy,
This woman is not only a thing of beauty and for that I thank thee.

Up we go to how great you care,
Like a mother? A friend? Or a lover? No! You are the care i need when i despair.
You bring the light that flickers in my darkest night,
The hope that always wants me to stay alive.

Now the cutest thing is your innocense,
Coupled with those puppy eyes, it just doesn't make sense.
You can just get away everything because of this,
I get mad at you, but in the end this brings us peace.

Now, now, this is the best part, it is how you love,
Let me make this one longer, this is what i wanted you to have.
The feeling that you give is something that is so plain,
But Alas! Plain is what i always wanted and was praying.
I do not want a love that is savage and fierce like thing,
Because that will exhaust a and drain all of our being.
I just want the love that you are giving me,
Simple, honest, respectfull and as true as you can be.
The love that continuesly pours, not forceful, but gently falls like the morning dew,
This may not last for eternity, but what i am asking is only a lifetime with you.
Delton Peele Feb 2021
This world this life
The stupidity happening
Doesn't Jive
Every generation has
These growing pains
The strains from tearing away in order
To breathe
To one it's painfull
Loosing control
It seems to the
Other half liberating to finally be
Free to chase their own destiny.
And all the cultures of the world.
Some antiquated .
Some are bizzare maybe to you
Thats a beautifull point of view... Some are glorious and are jermain to the
Pompatus of love and pertain to nuturing each other in a respectfull way the fact that we all strife to be a little different
Actually makes us the same ..
So many things to deal with and only so many days .
I say **** tyrant fear mongers and liars perverts.....
Well perverted
Deviates and murderers haters biggetries is a learned festering disease ....and to those upper crest pulling these painfull puppet strings,
Using race
To perpatrate
And create a continuous animosity I say a million written horiable tortuotus deaths sprinkled with wishes that you feel every painful thing that family and children all over the world felt and especially the victims pain shared with you over and over and over until you swim in the lake of fire .
Which is the Hell of Hell's
As it swells the soul burns continually and every fear intensifies.
Every addiction
You will withdrawal with skull shedding sorrow full of shame ravaged and ***** with serrated knifes and in you your tears and snot the vomiting stench of decaying corpses and the visions of the ones you wronged and all ya all's memories. Are
Wiped from our minds there is absolutely no way for any one to escape hide or ever have rest or respite .no one to hear you .no time ever to look to for the end .......for you it  never will .no possible way out  .
Never
Ever
Evere
Until nope  
There is no hope and no way ever.
But hey at least now you know
And also I cool with that ..
I mean well I dont wish that on anybody .
So I don't.
It's not me .
Its you.
And you got it coming.
I'm just saying
Maybe we need to look at the roots of this
.what I mean is this.
The way we teach is like subliminal messaging and
Sorta like a feathery leading the witness thing
The way it is presented is absolutely capitulating.
And that's what we'll do untill
We actually  do something
.my loves my strengths my friend neighboors and country men
It's time to unite every color everyone
End this perpetuated way of teaching
And let's start healing a reaching for the stars .....a utopia where we all are treated as equals without condensation
Because we are ..and isn't really time for a change
This money driven lottoreia society is a diarrhea of dead end dreams
We **** for what a some paper we can trade for things
**** all those things
Lawrence Alvarez May 2020
Ramon Monchie Hidalgo RIP

He was born at the wrong time
with the wrong circumstances
he lived the wrong life
not meant for a child
to walk for miles
in order to get educated lessons
to learn English
learn backbreaking work
from the day he could walk
go get some water from the well
all of the animals require
that their thirst does expire
before he could play
he had to chop wood
half a day
to keep the Adobe
little one-room house warm
he had to feed the horses
the goats, cows, and pigs
their food source
that they would need
in order to survive
the horrors of those days
that weren't his, no way
bad luck personified
to be born to a young father
never to meet his mother
as she would expire
birthing this baby
then given to two
very old grandparents
that could barely walk
he was their salvation
but it wasn't his journey
the father would return
to visit the Lad
with a new wife and
a brood of 3
all of his growing life
this kid would persevere
he didn't know the meaning of fear
he grew into a man
of the greatest kind
humble, respectfull, proud, loyal
married and stayed with the same lady
until his dying day
but it wasn't his journey of plan
he was one hell of a man
with the pain and suffering
the loneliness
the jealousy
that he couldn't be
the son that he was intended to be
He was my brother
Ramon Monchie Hidalgo
the greatest man that I've ever known
he has just passed
rest my brother
you were like no other

the journey is over

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