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xavier thomas Sep 2020
Boo you know that you’ll always be mine
I accept your flaws, so don’t you be shy
I’m your king that knows your worth, girl
You play to much under these covers
Hit it sideways, that’s my weakness
P90-X workouts, doing fitness
Making noise like we recording a sound track
Give me your all, don’t you hold back
Got you playing “Simon says”-for the night
We “Stop, Go” like red light, then green light
Can’t go no further, so rollover
I hope I fulfilled your appetite
I just love it when you go hard
Ending the night with your lotus trump card
Time to put you to bed lil’ mama
Next time, I’ll have you on the floor crawling
Robin Carretti Feb 2019
Screaming
What's the use----??
Flower of the Graces
"The Tenth Muse"
"Everyday Use It"
The earth revolves
Around the sun

Minerals Love it
Drink it vitamin C
Mass of energy A-B-C
The gravity every day
We cannot use it_
Became the play money
Copied tainted not the
Bee's honey here's
The everyday economy

One lick of hope the
envelope not much
company
Everyday- Einsteins
Big profit scope

The brainstorm Reign
All signs detour cabin
Choo Choo train caboose
You nailed it the moose
One footloose
The one-man show

Two women know
The odds to their
advantage
Someone is the traitor
Mom is the Tailor
The zigzag lines
Crazy cat felines 

"That's It"  punctuality,
Use your capability
"Technet Technology"
take a walk favorite park
Shiba Inu rollover
The bad ones the
Millionaires homes
flip over the do
or dare

We cannot pay
NYC token fare
Words are our power
For Sale quick sales
Being sold
Too hot whats cold
Those emails trying
to delete

(More casualties
Tombstone mummies
Democracy leading us like
dummies chewing Bear
Valentine gummies)

Like the "Elephant Stampede"
New Orleans parade
Every day please donate
We never know about
our fate too early or late
Every day new Providence

Demon computer virus
Love comes with confidence
Love yourself and Venus
Apples and oranges minus
Use it You have a voice!!!
City clean up cockroaches
Swap your fake Rolex

Watchtower index
Trump tower complex
"Eiffel Tower Use It" to be kissed
Every day we need to cleanse
The "Godly Shower" be blessed
Practical Everday Use It
Magical write poetically
Precisely the right piece puzzle

You are the one
World it's you to dazzle
Every day there is always something lets not complain we were born to earn
Use it you know what to do go for the things that made you who you are today every day you are worth it
Martin Narrod Dec 2020
Dearest Britni,

I was warmed by your thermal tub, the belly of your indiscretions and the way you held those mule-hearts
in plastic jars beneath the cupboard where your favorite cups and coins were kept.  The magic beat of your fingertips made my skin jump crazy out of my shirt and pants.  I wonder if the turnover has always been this way for you, meaning to say, when the trips always ended did you take back the second pillow into the other room, where your ivory curtains opened, and did you feel the need to lock the door to your bedroom.

The word, 'house guest' implies less visitation privileges than actually took place.  I believe it was more of an involved visit.  There were certainly visitation privileges but there was also visitation writ.  I had to keep my jeans clean.  There were no shoes allowed in the bed.  And extracurricular activities were kept to their time tables-- that is to stay that spontaneity occurred only when it fit into the time table.  I was never much for making you lunch in the morning.  It has always been difficult for me to think of the meals before they happened, though I knew what was in every drawer, every closet, every cabinet.  The insides and outs of a decade of dreams.

In short time I became mesmerized with the perfect patterns in your arms and on your legs.  I could crook my head in a way to look at the sunset from under your arm or stand on a chair to look down at the top of your head.  And then one day you told me I was weird.

This time I wanted to be fulfilled.  I did not want to miss a thing.  I made sure to slide my fingers in between your toes, I squeezed the bottoms of your feet with the bottoms of my feet.  There are many recitals, many performances, and even more personal encounters that cannot be recalled to mind, but I am sure they happened.  If I had the opportunity I would attempt to pick your nose again.  Something I did every chance I had though you abhorred it.  To lick the side of your face, the bottom of your chin, the interior of your armpit, the lengths of your legs, and the rims of your lips-- I lived our life to the fullest.

All interactions were encouraged.  We played in sunlight, in nightlight, during day showers, and ate by the seaside.  We traveled to four states, two lakes, and two oceans.  We drove in excess of 20,000 miles, received fifty-seven parking tickets, five speeding tickets, thirty-five thousand two hundred eighty four compliments, fifty-two salutations, fifteen, "you're an adorable couple," three hundred complimentary access, two free tickets to a museum exhibition, took over one hundred fifty flights between the two of us, and received your father's permission.  We slept in showers, swam in baths, and drank from swimming pools.  We shared the bathroom, the bed, and the kitchen sink.  I memorized how many times you rolled over when sleeping, and you told me what I talked about in my sleep.  I knew the five places you lived at and the four places you wanted to.  We danced in nightclubs, in bars, in schoolyards, in back seats and bedrooms, and ballrooms.  There were fifteen black tie events, one wedding, and over two hundred concerts.  I wrote over fifty thousand poems made over three hundred paintings, and took somewhere around twenty-eight thousand pictures.  I once took you to breakfast every morning for a week and dinner every night.  I bought you one hundred twenty six cups of coffee, fifty-two cocktails, and one Shirley Temple.  I only had to help you change clothes thrice, but I helped you undress over a thousand.  I always remembered to lift up you hair if I helped you put on a jacket, and never made you walk on the street side.

There were over 2,000 bands and artists I introduced you too.  You taught me about fashion, about photography, about being a good person.  We sang in the shower, sang in the car, whispered before falling asleep.  I sent you dozens of flowers and you watered them all.

In my favorite yellow chair I do not have any regrets or any wants.  I fulfilled a life time in two years.  I was an upstanding gentleman, always.  And then out of the blue you didn't want me to touch you anymore.  One time in an airport in DC we ran 48 terminals to see each other again.  You taught me not to be afraid of flying, that it's important to be myself.  And when it ended the first time I wrote you two letters a day for three months.

Tomorrow when I wake up I will make the bed, put the music on, smoke a cigarette, then take a shower.  Afterwards I will get dressed, grab my belongings and go get four shots of espresso like I have been doing every day for the past five years.  Everything will be the same.  At the end of the day, after work, after listening to a plethora of music, talking to a plethora of people, I will not talk to you.  After two years two years and 2,163 phone calls, I will not talk to you for two days in a row.  I will lay in my bed and count the mews, but I miss the weight on the mattress, the heat of your whole, the temperature of your voice, and the redolence of your perfume, but I will have no regrets when I rollover thrice, to the right, to the left, and to the right.
A letter written to a love of my life, written 10 months after lasting seeing one another, but still speaking by phone, the thoughts and imaginations were running rampant.
collin May 2015
under the dress
they daintily caress
lips pressed to chest
my fingers slide
where pleasures hide
and feel your eye
that only sees
your inner thighs
they poke and pry
their way inside
the unknown
you rollover and moan
your backbone bows
fingers and toes
themselves almost broke
you've found your throne
now it's time to take you home
Brown Winter grass hung like Spanish
moss , hardwoods dangled like Virginia Creeper
in planter boxes , a blue ocean laid placid , nary
one ripple , the earth was King , gravity a harlequin ,
songbirds whistled and foraged non-stop
Airplanes flew inverted
Rain flew into my sky
The engine winced , then died
Blue and red light flashed before my eyes* ....
Copyright September 25 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Liam C Calhoun Jul 2015
My ***** felt a feather heavier than iron
As I’d opted for anything other than rollover
Whilst puking up that, “nicer,” guy.

The drink’s a ghost. The scold’s a mixer,
Soured on the rocks, Shaken, not stirred,
Stirred, not shaken,
And without a sliver of, “he,” who’d opt
Accommodate or acquiesce.

Call it, “transcendence,” I guess?
Born a realization that this world’s,
“DOG-EAT-DOG,” or,
“GOD-EAT-GOD,” or,
“GOD-TEA-DOG,”
And should I not comprehend
This very simple reality,
I’d be a doormat unto my own grave.

So I fail, I’m frail, and all for one tail
Prior the act that’d ever invoke,
“Leave;” even atop the eve of beggary.

Resolute? I’d opt for the longer life, perhaps,
Not that I’d wanted to live to long anyway,
But I’d made a choice,
I’d arbitrated one cardinal direction – elliptical.

I’d acted, placated, satiated, intimidated,
Decimated, defecated, wiggled my right pinky
And culminated a prayer atop altars, “godless,”
To never knock upon that door again.

And so, but one question remains,
“Did I?”
*Wrote this on a whim at "Peabody's" in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. She bet I couldn't, I bet I could.*
Tash Carter Jul 2014
I love how playing " house" wasn't just a game we played in my generation. Like the king of Thebes , Oedipus who unwittingly killed his father and married his mother. It reminds me that , even before slavery exisisted people found love in all the wrong places. But I have to remember mortals have iniquity too . I love dressing up around midnight when all the children are inside and the blood ******* men are out . I call them night crawlers.

I love doing laundry after a long night out , changing my bed sheets to fresh ones covering up the aroma of devilish sins . I love the brisk walks back home ,  unable to afford catching the bus because I spent my last on hard liqiour that only benefits the darkest souls . So you walk . Finally reaching your destination you stop and stare at the darken house . Taking your time to turn on lights , not wanting to look in the mirror , flashbacks of what had happen on your night out , triggering an asthma attack as if someone was gripping you by your neck and provoking you to be his ***** ****. His **** .

Getting a text saying "dress **** , it's girls night out." So you slip on your red dress , spike heels , adding glitter to your chest . Could've put on something different but wanting to play the devil advocates and be anything but Christian . Swaying my hips from left in right hypnotizing everyone. Dancing to the rythem of the song , attempting to unbutton the buttons off every men pants. Spraying my best perfum on to make the legs off every man buckle , making him uncomfortable and having to readjust himself . Pouring another shot only to become more aroused , looking at the clock 12:32 . Twelve representing the number of *** smacks you we're given and thirty two was the page number of your favorite *** position in coma sutra

"Eres hermosa pero haces cosas feas" you are beautiful but you do ugly things . A Swedish and Puerto Rican woman told me .

I let those words sink in as if I was trying to remember and meditate on it .Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach , instead of rushing to the bathroom I ordered a double shot of 1800 taking it to the head , closing my eyes as I let the warm hard liqiour go down my throat . Scared to open my eyes because when I came I was already filled with alcohol . They say when you drink everyone becomes your your friend , funny part is my friends handed me their belongings as they sashayed their way to the men's bathroom . Leaving me behind as the gentlemen left with a smirk on their face . God I hope they can aim .

See I'm 5'1 but my spike heels give me the confidence of a 5'9 woman . I don't see how women could dance the night away in heels and still be able to walk to their car .

If my great grandmother was to see me she'll rollover in her grave and beat me with bible scriptures .
Romans 3:23
23 for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,
Romans 5:8
8 but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
I'm not perfect nor do I pretend to be . I'm like a grill that is being used over and over again on Fourth of July , that is being reused until broken . Not wanting to be fixed because your tired of the burning sensation that goes up into flames touched for the first time . Scared to call for help because my late night outing , drinking more shots than I should , waking up to loud snoring only to pull me close and call me "Athena " . The only man that should ever know me inside out is god because he helped create me . Not wanting him to smell dried candy kisses on my skin mistaken me for a pile of sins .

Thank god , thank god that my guardian angels Michael and Gabriel doesn't judge me for what I do in the back of cars and sometimes bedrooms . Thank god for placing friends in my life that knows more than what type of food I like or what to add to my liqiour to ease the burning sensation , thank god , for allowing the bus driver to pullover and ask me do I need a ride home because that brisk walk was gone trigger all the night crawlers . When I make it home I'm gonna slowly undress myself as if someone was in the room waiting to fill my canvas with warmth . No make up , no Jewry , no perfum , no red dress , and no spike heels . I wanna be naked and truthful . The naked truth is what I wanna call it .

I'm slowly finding my way back to god , crawling to him as if I was baby . Reminding myself in order to forgive you have to seek forgiveness and forgive yourself . I forgive myself from all those nights I put on my **** dress , spike heels , sweet perfum , an entertaining the bulging erections that didn't belong to me . I'm not their wife . I'm gonna stay at home and look up at my ceiling and smile at my guardian angels . My Angeles , my Angeles thank you for protecting me.
JJ Hutton Dec 2014
I read a story the other day.
I read the headline.
It said: There is no god and we are his prophets.
We drive slowly on Saturdays.
At night in our home there are noises,
the dull thumps of ghosts.
We used to comment. Now we rollover.
I wake and return the blankets I’ve stolen.

In the mornings there is music.
A kitchen dance of tip-toes and arms at war with air.
The new car with its heated seats.
There’s a pace I like.
It’s microwaved tea;
it’s 11:30 a.m.;
it’s one more chapter before.

I listen to you get ready,
a chorus of tubes uncapped
and capped, of hairdryers
plugged and unplugged.
You sing softly.
I hear this, too.

Beyond this house,
a brook, a mountain, a trout.
Distances mapped.
Plans drawn with
parallel lines, listless and drifting.
Within,
there is no god, and he is love,
and we are his prophets.
You are my practitioner.
And I, yours.
Black. Black. Black.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
OK, now I’m riding ******* on a brown horse,
a kindred spirit,
hugging its mane.
Take me to that meeting tomorrow so that I can
make that guy understand.
After that, I need to work out. Should I go for a run?

No wait.

Black. Black. Black.
I’m floating in black nothingness.
Each muscle relaxes in sequence.
My mind is blank.
I am everything and nothing.
Nothing? Shoot, I forgot to fill out that 401(k) rollover form.
Don’t forget that. Must do.
Man, I’m so glad I don’t work there anymore.
That place was a piece of crap.
Speaking of crap, there’s that presentation I have to do Monday.
I bet there’s a good Dilbert cartoon to illustrate my point.
I should poke around for one.
That reminds me of this funny song by the Lonely Island
that I need to get. I wonder if iTunes has it?
Must check iTunes when I wake up so I can listen to it
on the way to work.

Tunes. Tunes.
OK Enya, do your stuff. Make my mind blank so that I can forget.
How much time do I have for this?
Ugh. 5:30. So just enough time to fall asleep before the alarm.
Since I’m looking at my phone, I might as well see if there are any emails.
Yikes! Stuff is broken.
OK. OK.
People are on it. It’s not my problem.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
John McCafferty Jan 2021
Complex indirect energy effects
Dominos tipped in motion from years ahead
Solar waves continue to rollover again
Subtle state flows felt beyond present tense

Self reflection an important order
To step forward in the right direction
Fear not the unknown events
Souls sewn into space with grace

Shadow self flexes when stressed
Amongst absent minded friends
Less of our conscious contempt
Form learned actions instead
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Robin Carretti Jun 2023
To ignite- - like love-fire
Words crossover express
Rollover under the cover
       New- Lover
Eyes- express Lighthouse tower
Caress good news to digest

     Nevertheless
     Unless


Express to dress
Don't impress

Lost time to address
Mindful - Express- train  
Possess-God-Bless-Invest
Open* expression* request*  
 Bucket list Jekyll and Hyde
Secrets dark you decide
  *       *        *       *       *
Yoga stretch two lovers coffee
Picture selfie - express what's mine  
All we need more time
Success *  to express
We don't always need to impress I guess life has its ups and downs do things simple and plain think your thought out before you do them
Emily Apr 2015
Stain my lips with your kiss, like the orange and yellows stain the morning sky to clear the way for the sun. I want to taste you now and I want to taste you later. Don't be greedy with your love, sharing is caring, and I would love to be included if you are giving. I want to roll over in the morning half asleep and explore every part of your mouth. And I want to rollover in the late night, wide awake, and explore every part of your mind. You are an incredible, independent, and intricate boy and I don't plan on taking advantage of that ever. I want you at all times of the day and I want you over everyone else. For you see, if my mind must be filled with thoughts of something, I am begging for it to be the thought of you. And even if something else feels it stands a chance, they can shy away as they watch the thought of you fill every single part of my mind, places I didn't even know existed. You fill me up and make me think and feel alive. And I wouldn't trade this for the world.
If only we were the executioners of our downfall
that would be a fitting windfall, and
a rollover on the lottery
win

as death grins on the side lines
I
remember the good times
sharpening the axe.
Helpful Anon Dec 2010
With great celebrations,
With grand gifts,
With everyone's loud cheers,
The echo like the cliffs,

Emotional disturbances,
Even on this day of joy,
But have no fear,
We all have our toys,

We'll jump
And we'll sing,
We'll pray,
and we'll fling,

These thoughts will rollover,
Till after Christmas that is,
No need to ruin something good,
When your mind is running a quiz,

So relax and enjoy,
What you have for this day,
Because once it's all over,
These thoughts will begin to weigh.


Merry Christmas From the Helpful Anon
Alyson Lie Jan 2022
So poised she is sitting there in the arbor of the Palestinian Café in this oh so cosmopolitan New England city. Small by city standards, but close enough to a city that it labels itself so. As she sits there preparing to write in her journal she is reminded of an earlier work of hers that was published in an online zine in Santa Cruz. She makes a mental note to return to that piece and post it on her own website. She has so much to do... but time runs… no… time doesn’t run… it doesn’t even exist. Life runs out the clock and thus by the end of evening there is only the lying of the head on the pillow and then the rollover and then the slow sink into semi-unconsciousness—then oblivion. "Oh, unblemished oblivion! How seldom we visit. I love your featurelessness, your lack of glitter and lights, your abundance of nothing. It’s what I love about you—the emptiness."
Long To Sail Jan 2014
I sleep closer
to the edge of the bed
so I don't see the space
you've left behind

I dive deeper
in my fantasy
to push you further
into the back of my mind.

I watch the waves
rollover each other
and try not to envision
our own destructive habit.

I fight these memories
in my head
bottle-bottoms harness strength
for me to brave it.

In time I'll walk
back on dry land
and a path of my own
I'll try to find.

If only I can wipe you off,
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
Olivia A Keaton May 2016
I know what's coming
I hear the sound of distant humming

                 My last breath is arriving
All around me death is thriving

                 My heart is shriveled up
Why am I crying? I'm grown up
    
                 The war has got the best of me
Now I die beside the sea

                 When will this war be over?
Then as I rollover

I take my *last breath
War
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2015
kelsie just dropped a brandy bottle into my hands all the way from michigan! happy man i am, happy men are few.
i tell her i’m not ignoring her,
that i’m going out to get some beer,
but i come across a bus stop
with an almost full bottle of brandy.
this is essex,
it’s sunday,
who the hell leaves an almost full bottle of brandy
at a bus stop?
the next millionaire from a lotto ticket?!
whoever did.... i got the last laugh;
rollover the two bottles of wine to two days after,
kelsie starred me lucky with brandy on a sunday.
we live on! no matter what you **** ups decided in minutes faked
to zenith beginning with wig and whirl, or curl.
The muthaphukkaz always lurking
Lookin for wayz to **** and
Suckas wanna claim mass apeal
**** how the masses feel
Id rather come with the real
Fresh daytons on the 64 with the chrome trimmed steel
For real for real heads get peeled
Talking outta line
***** im from Htown where we climb
The ladder of success
Smokin that budda for the eternal bless
Inhale exhale from ya chest the best
To test the streets know me
As i manifest
Like pac did pack pistols like eazy did
Make em rollover like rock the kid
And you know how i go in and out of hoes
Haters get exposed friend of foes
So go on with that hating ****
Before ya end up in a casket
Dead ghetto ******* smoke a philly
So i can chill just givin up the real the real
The muthaphukkin realllll


Now that the smokes rising fires blazin
Hands in air as im raising
Nothing but hell in the atmosphere
True playa international to be exact
Sharp as a tact dont know how to act
Ever since my Ogs taught me how to polish the mack
Death waitin for innocent or fouls souls
No repent heaven inside of hells cells
Sound libertys bell unravel the veil
Truth comes foo cant hide from my tools
Make bodies drool and ooze
Blood ya lifes wasting away
**** what ya gotta say i dash away with the ak
It dont matter where it hits em
As long as the bullets get em
Im crazy funky serious with this poetry ****
I didnt wanna be a rebel
But the rebel found me when i was baby
So dont get mad if i get an urge to ****
Just give up the what the what
Tha real the real the muthaphukkin real
Philipa James Nov 2018
Do I except
This disrespect
Is it over
Or do I just rollover
Do I ignore
What has gone before
The heartbreak you bring
Has left a nasty sting
From the dream I have woken
Is it forever broken
Has it all ended
Or can it be mended
Blue Dec 2019
a slave to my own bitterness
laying in my bed everyday just lifeless
hanging my head over the rope
to get rid of all the choked tears in my throat
no smiles no family no light no hope
pass point of saving when I broke
no forgiving no letting go
body is numb as I just watch evil grow
feel and your fingers will get cut off
no screaming no going soft
run and your legs will be broken
no diamonds no pearls no tokens
bleed and you’ll bleed more
so hard, so horrific, so bad, to the core
cry and your eyes will be gauged out and you’ll go blind
this place is not kind
I see other people here as to no surprise
no happy ending no fairytale very few live and many dies
adults, children, teens, even newborns
hell continues as they blow the horn
hammers, blades, fires, you name it.
weak ones have already called quits.


demons say sit. I sit.
demons say rollover. I rollover.
demons say cut. I cut.
demons say starve. I starve.
demons say feed. I feed.

I’m a dog to they're order
like a pub to his master
Styles of the houdini, check me out, well endowed, zucchini,
Twist, the martini, black cap beanie, smoke the raw dutchie,
Sitting back, in the club, scenery feet  kicked, up watch the imagery,
Black gods is back, hold that, 24 diamond K, with da crisp stats,
Girls looking back, like who's that?, looking fresh, Hollyhood,
Like they wish this brother could, lay out, the fire wood, good,
Suits looking clean, flick off the haters, like Mr Bean, supreme,
Caliente, see my critics evil, parallel to, they failed holy grail,
I sail, boats on the ocean, of ya mind, suckas way behind,
Grind, the garlic metallic, off to Charlotte, catching webs,
Swinging from another cloth, lay out the chicken broth, to froth,
Ya mental cells, this ain't a fairytale, we dodge, the ***** bills,
I kills, spotlight lemons, pitch it like Roger Clemens, something,
For ya catch, cant shake this batch, see the rawness, I hatched,
Clench titles, over my rivals, holding the ****** bible, no rifles,
Flexing shanks, like vega giving thanks, hands on my tank,
Greets, ya like the chinese, culture ninja suits, peck a vulture,
See the violence, erupt ultra, chase the thrills, of a roller coaster,
No boaster, stay with toasters, soon to see ya, in a casket holster,
On the time stamp poster, paper articles, read, yeah he dead, bleed,
From his holy bread, I tried to stop the dread, families said,
They couldn't stop, the bullets, from piercing his head, all feds,  
Jumping out, the black Tahoe's, doing bagels, in all angles,
Tryna get, a crack of this, dollars crisp, for the loose lips,
I let the ships sink, where they may, no delays, **** the sways,
I stay under, the thunder, critics stuck in the blunder, now they wonder,
Why my heart's, sticking like ice lightening, kind of frightening,
See the bezel crystal, shining like fresh, steps of embyro, yo,
Kick down the doors, **** bill part four, see what's in store,
It's the ghost, of Jesus pluck the facetious, flows vicious,
Like my women, delicious, play the gangsta, cool rambunctious,
Sign ya ears, make the whole world hear, flaming pro dark sphere,
They cant stop the yosef near, grab a few beers, cold sweat tears,
Frosty, lay between the milky, way galaxy, cats try to battle me,
Only to see, damage amongst ya
embry, engage war victory,
Plot like General Patton be, ceased ya companies, fly a tree,
Embraced the psyop, ology, defying gravity, with the sting, of a bee,
Iron megatron dynasty, somebody told me, to stop rapping G,
I denounced, the negativity, only gave me, more bravery,
Do ya see what I see?, naw probably not, that's why they get shot,
Buck down, ya frail crowns, ain't housing up, to ya pounds,
Ya stale,money stuck in the ground, what's that sound, duck down,
Time to turnover, tell ya moms to bendover, heart of the clover,
Houstons soldier, ain't never had to rollover, cats it's like doja,
Saying they streets, when they really sweet, on the hunt for meat,
Dont believe their stats, they be lying, behind money n tats,
I stay with the true, blue steels hanging, wills, cash a deal,
Switch alias, in the club, throw a few dubs, of doves, it's all love,
Looking for wifey, she somewhere, in another dimension, gallery,
Picked off, skully demon seeds, indeed, let the words bleed,
Big Virge Oct 2019
I'm SICK Now of Hearing ...
This Word ... " Compromise " ... !!!!!
  
While THEY Tell Us Lies ... !!!
Why Should I ... " dIsGuise " ... ?
The Truth From .................................... "Their Eyes" ... ?!?
  
THEY As In ...... " THEM " ......  
  
Who Give Us ... PROBLEMS ... !!!!!
While THEY Sit And Spend ...
Cash THEY Have STOLEN ... !!!!!
  
This Thing ... Compromise ...
Is How They've ... Devised ...
To Keep Us From ... Seeing ...
THE TRUTH From THE LIES ... !!!
  
So ...
Can It Be ... " Wise " ... ?
To Just ... Compromise ... ?
Opinions ... In YOU ....
  
You KNOW ...
To Be ... TRUE ... ?!?
  
Just To Make CASH ...
So You Can Live ... FLASH ... !?!
  
THAT ...
  
Just ISN'T ... REAL ... !!!
  
You Might As Well ... "Steal" ...
Cos' Living Like THAT ...
  
UNevEns .... " The Keel " .... !!!
  
Do YOU ... Compromise ... ???
  
Well ...
Maybe You Do ... ?
  
But When You Reflect ...................................
Can You Say It Was ... Wise ... ?!?
  
I CANNOT Deny ... !!!
I Have ... Compromised ... !!!

But Now I Believe ...
I'd Rather ... DEFY ... !!!
Than Sit And ... " Comply " ...
With Those Who Would Try ...
To Make Me The ... " Fall Guy " ... !!!!!
  
They ALWAYS Imply ...
That Brothers Like I ...
Should Simply BEND OVER ...
ROLLOVER ... and Die ... !?!?!
  
Well .....
  
If I Must ... Die ...
I Firstly MUST TRY ...
To RISE ABOVE ... Those ...
Who Just ... " Compromise " ...
  
And Sell Themselves ... " short " ...
Cos' Their Souls Have Been ... Bought ... !!!
By Those Who ... "Constrict" ...
Their ... FREEDOM OF THOUGHT ... !!!
  
These Days ...  
I'm Now ... STRESSING ...
POETIC ... Expression ... !!!!!

To FLY With ... God's Blessing ...
Straight Into ... " His Heaven " ...
  
In Life Can't We Be ...
... Mentally FREE ... ?

To ... EXPRESS Our View ...
On Things That We SEE ... ???
  
WITHOUT ........................................... Compromise ....... !!!
  
For Guys Who Wear ... "Ties" ...
Who Seem ... SO SURPRISED ... !?!?!
  
When Black Men Like Me ...
Are ... WISE TO Their LIES ... !!!
  
And Use THEIR OWN WORDS ...
To Devise Their Demise ...
  
Compromise ... HERE ...
Or Compromise ... THERE ... ?
  
We NEED TO Start Issuing ...
WARNINGS ... BEWARE ... !!!!!!
  
With Poetry CLAIMING ...  
... The Media GLARE ... !!!!!!!!!
  
So Maybe One Day ... ?
I'll Be Your ... " Compere " ...
  
WITHOUT ..........  
Song and Dance ........
I'm NOT .... Fred Astaire .... !!!!!!!
But ..... Running AMOK .....  
YES ... Just Like MY HAIR ... !!!!!!!!!
  
So Who'll Pave The Way ... ?!?
For Poets ... To Say ...
The Things On Their Mind ...
That HURT .... EVERYDAY .... !!!!!
  
Could It Be ... " Me " ... ?
Or Could It Be ... " You " ... ?
  
Who REALLY Can Handle ... !?!
  
Reciting ... THE TRUTH ...
WITHOUT ... " Selling Out " ...
  
Just To Look ... " COOL " ...  
Well I ... AIN'T That Fool ... !!!!!
  
My Brain Is A TOOL ...
To Skywalk' ... Like LUKE ... !!!!!
  
But Forces Are ... DARK ... !!!
Surrounding Like ... SHARKS ... !!!
  
"PROTECTING" .... The Few ...
Who ... "Hide What They Do" ... !!!
  
So ...
Tell Me This People ...  
  
Is What I Say ... TRUE ... ???
  
Well That's ...  
Up To ... YOU ...  
  
UNLEARN What You've Learned ... !!!
Before You Get ... BURNED ... !!!
  
LUST For ... " A Prize " ...
Could Leave You ... "downsized" ... ?!?
  
And This ...
Might Just Happen ...  ???
  
If You ............
  
.... " Compromise " ....
We all do it in this life at some point, however, as the poem says, when you look back at the effects, was it wise ?
Mitchell Mar 2021
Pain is a past
And
Future portrait
Of what was
And what is
To come.

Beneath the muscles,
The bone; this phosphorous
Soul of mine teetering on the edge
Of extinction and anonymity,
There is a burning.

The sensation
Itself
Is faint. Pick up a jar
Of pickles to a lick
Of fire.

Bring a hand
To the cheek
Of the one I love,
And there is a kiss
Of fleeting ash.

Rollover
Play dead
No man passed
Cares
Whether they lived
At the end for
They are dead.

Legacy resides in pain.
Trauma, injury, is our
Paradigm for progress.

We desire hurtles.

Anything too easy
Will be repositioned,
Remodeled,
Retold to fit the prospectives

Narrative.

Are we not all seeking
To be the hero
In this story

Of ours?

Of humanities?

If so (you cannot deny it)

How will the future children
View your digital cave drawings?

How will they listen to your tales
Through air pods, podcasts, and
VR reinterpretations?

What secrets will they find
That you believed
You hid
So well?

Will you even care?
Will

They?
Ellis Reyes Feb 2020
Lemon VW Beetle
Pink and green Polo shirt seatcovers
Hippie flowers and surf shop stickers
And her Confirmation Rosary
glimmering in the fading light
She waves
“Call you later.”
The sunset is beautiful

PCH is busy this time of day
Surfers, commuters, tourists
and local kids, like us,
going our own ways
The sunset is beautiful.

Sirens pierce the twilight calm

There are conflicting reports
But
All include the words
Rollover.  Ejected.  Fatality.

Through my tears
I stare at the ocean
The sunset is beautiful
I remember
Dennis Willis Jul 2019
I am herein
and heretofore
choosing the universe
its polarity
to its polity

I am directing it
to continue to be
the early knocker
the look out focker
the I'll be
what you see

Rollover and scratch verse
and some throw and catch
verse

The I look there
and you look there
for no reason
and see
seeing synchronize
to simultaneous
sighs
and looks

that acknowledge
the experience
from inside it
knowing only my seeing
is all I'm seeing
so let's see it this way

Now can I see your
****** of verse?
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From sun up to sun down I'm exposin' clowns
Drown all on forth down on a punt status
Check the turnover burnin' em' with the Clova
Southside soldiers takin' over so rollover
Deep in your grave you ain't got the brave
Ery in your heart pick em apart words sharp
As a Marlin startlin' ya every moves
On focus so I could show and improve
My skills legit Hershel Walker mimic
Can you feel it? Beats across yo chest
I stress from nine Millie's that test
Ya cardio round n round we go toe to toe
They can't handle the mental of a jackal
Hyena tactics meltin' heads like blacksmiths
Smokin' spliffs keeps me closer to the cliff
To Claire Huxtable hateable but loveable
In the same sentence learn ya distance
Or else you'll be leaning on the fences
Every nerved pinched soul clenched
Ready to die so i keep my prayers toward sky why??



Check the squat stance money in my hands
In bands understand my lyrics excite fans
On demand see me rollin' in a gang clan
Fast as i can gun flash now demons in the past
Miss the cask take another sip from my flask
Drinkin' til my liver stinkin' minds sinkin'
Deep in to the cosmos astro feel me flow so
Take a stroll to Texas death row live with my bows
Got plenty more built for war with hoes galore
Give em **** then leave em on the floor
******* I'm breakin' dominos effect infants
Even pumpin' they hearts to this rock to this
Like Chris flavors in ya ear to crisp sip this
Hennessy to make me see better aim at my enemies
We ride on slide the chrome dome exposed
Now they in a funeral home chapter to my tome
make a break back in my six hot drug a stitch
**** my chick rather be judged by twelve than airlifted by six tricks!!!
Whit Howland Mar 2022
I might rollover
and bring you
the morning paper

but my bark
is metallic
echoes

and sounds
as if it was made
in a metal drum

a noise
that will haunt you
forever
Yo born genius still advoiding the crust of people's attitude  
Acting rude I sludge em like crude oil fertilize the soils
Spoils of war keep they necks to the floors as I soars
Over the worse version of self techs on my shelf
Waiting for the ultimate theft mental blast comcast
Cable visions split the airwaves with my sight sprays
Wait that's cyclops watch how my heats drop tanks is propped
Blacks used to be an army of one since the birth of Armageddon
I ain't letting up souls up
For ransom rhymes handsome beauty with the bars
Wisdom was my first love looking above see the wings
Of a dove fly high in the sky
Every stroke splitting the Hertz
Of the earth watch the girth
That hang cuz they bang
Ya out of tune but I broke the monsoon reigning power
47 out of 48 laws pause
All of my intellects rejects
Those with no respect
I collect souls bones stones made crashing over capers
Vapors inhaled no **** smells see visions of jail
Remember it ain't hard to tell evil loves to leave a trail





Yo emcees wonder once I bring the thunder under
My feet victory sweep old hickory styles smile foul
At the wicked punched tickets meal see a pig squeal
I know my history for real
So dont get mad at me
Cuz I embrace my own
Shallow bones no clones
Casting many stones
But I see many signs of sins folks pretend for dividends
And in the end sweetie pie had his own kinfolk die why?
So many brothers gotta ***** mentality  fatality
Heads up tails down look all around I see black
The bold the beautiful its pitiful we ruined our imperials
Huh I remember the nefertiti's putting Roman's to gritty
We too litty cosmetics got their skins apologetic
regretted sisters forget it brothers tried to reinvent it
But it seems like the same sexes is taking over Jehovah
They want us for dead until we rollover but I'm a soldier
Standing firm with the clover four leaf springs that sings
Dawn of the dead what awaits is ya sleeping beds weds
To the casket cant divorce the master slave is the source
They say they living but their spirits our rotten to a corpse
Check it!!
nivek Sep 2023
roll over and rollover again
tossing and turning
counting sheep.

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