"sequal" poems
This fits nicely into the story of my life
A nice chapter leading up to the ******
The ****** that wasn't as long and steady as it should have been
A ****** that took a vertical drop to an unresolved conclusion
This fits nicely into the story of my life
It took up a few pages
But I'll have to wait for the publication of the sequal
to find out what happens next
This rough draft of Part II is a bad sketch
There is grammer errors and mispellingz
My punctuation. Is off as, well as my punctuality
But the sequal will be released in time
As the author of my story,
I'm not sure any words will start with the letter you.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
Stranger than me, or too much alike
some wrangle upon toilet papers
plastic cups out of place or lost time;
peering past, another wanders on.
Tinkling wires and rainbow faces
hearing, seeing, perchance aurific speaking
the namer among ten-thousand petty things
or squinting upon the verge of time, espy a sequal.
Step by step to round the universe
or being fell-swept away in cubboards
seem or act unseemly, like or dislike
played to the order in the round, circling about.
Why so familiar these drabbed tones of ant trumpets
or wineskins grown old to leak and sputter?
Tis the wish and will, holding like ****** to the ropes
great gales n frothing nothingnes storming on.
But We, blown upon the Aether of the Soul
a great conquest of rousing dignities;
here, under nooks, behind secret doors
or bounding past, lightning speed, relay some wonder.
Shock of waking, or dulcet tones in the Alarm of life
our shadows twist, there on the lintel of private hours
our care, held through the Night kinder endearments
then danced over reeling waves for sweet inspection.
Here unalone a look, a voice and laughter ring the ears
a crying out, or trebled inward sigh, too close to trembling-
Who is this Sojourn Friend?
Perhaps our best of self combined
no more allied to faithless days nor dark an empty smiles-
strange wastes some carelessness invents to wrack the hours.
But We, no stranger to the Sojourner's faith, Are One.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
From a distance we begin to spar.
Closely as if we compete hand to hand.
Near defeat, yet just getting started.
Far from tiring, although exhausted.
Stranger than you?
I beg your pardon.
Circling about feeling like prey?
My wish, thy will or vice?
High on life in this moment.
Low on patience, but dedicated.
Curious, not enough to falter.
Excited enough to seek the ever-after.
Aesthetically appealing seems your soul.
Conquests of this kind foreign.
Shaking equally, strength contained taking it’s toll.
Wake me not, enjoying the post and beam.
Positive you are in theory.
Pessimism my motto.
Half full you see life.
Half empty I accept it.
You speak of a sequal and I smile ear to ear.
Comparative framework isn’t too much.
I've found comfort in the strange sojourner.
Equally I believe in such.
Your interests contain me.
Your mind worth exploring.
Who peaked whom?
Where did this start?
I felt the look you gave and saw it completely.
Tremble not for fear is not what I wish to bring.
Combined as one our best foot forward.
Musical words as if we sing.
March 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
You destroyed movements that would have bettered my peope
As a white devil you're enslaving those who are weak minded and making it a sequal.
You took my friends away and stole all the traits that once made them bold.
You have them lying and stealing from me which overtime made my heart so cold.
Because of you its genocide in the street where people slowly **** one another
Two paths with you, you either die or go jail, the false life of getting rich is how you got my brother.
So lets sum it up that I have never messed you but some how by taking away family and friends you took away a piece of me.
I just pray that the black plague you are will just be removed from the world starting with these streets.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
In my daily life
I consumed so many pills
to ease my troubles
I'm frozen as I remained still.
~It isn't enough
In the middle of
my dose,
Lord you were there
when I needed you the most
because of you
my mood is not so cold
everyday you always
remind me I'm never alone.
He set the rain
to my fire
whenever I lack love
or even desire
He was there
as my protector
when my mind
wasn't sheltered.
When people
don't find me equal
Lord uplift my story
and enhance my sequal.
He's love
He's my will
He's better
than a happy pill.
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 12:51 PM UTC
It's time, it's time
For my second rhyme
About that irish I wrote about that time
It got the loves
And made the trend
All about my little Irish friend
So here it is
The sequal, part two
Just for you young lauren...zoo
What can I say
She's the bestest by far
But don't you worry your not on my gaydar
Wireland she lives
The place of much fun
And sometimes the ***** goes straight for the lung
I like to say
We've grown thought the years
Through all the hopes, dreams and maybe some fears
I don't no what,
Where, when or who
I would be without knowing a you
So laurenzo
My dear, my wireland better half
Il never chase you with a hanger for a laugh
So that be it
The number two
I'm all out of rhymes for part two for you
But don't forget
I love a you
I really really really ...do
:)
***
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
and it is undone
plucked from the snow
with the glasses
of a rose
back on the bridge
I saunter on
til the next doubt
comes along
and tries to *****
my thumb.
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 2:01 AM UTC
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Why are you so very far?
The brightest one in the sky,
Don't leave me and say goodbye!
The people here are oh so fake,
they make my insides hurt and ache.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
my lungs are filling up with tar
I always feel as though I'll cry,
This mask can really help me lie
when can I get a break,
they all just seem to take and take.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
this mask is just one big scar.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
How I hate the waiting game!
It is just such a pain,
Being forced to be tame
for these people who are plain.
These seeds I've planted better bloom
but a winter freeze seems to loom,
right over my head.
Am I better off dead?
Hell no, I am not weak,
and nor am I meek.
So, for now, here I will stay,
Till my turn is at play.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
a 1992 film? **** me, what could it be?
oh wait, i know...
white men can't jump...
they should have a sequal to that ****
titled, black men can't swim...
or at least give them a slot
in the para-olympics. **** you!
how about you jump into a jacuzzi
with a bunch of japanese macaques,
and take baby steps... like... treading water...
white boy over here,
can float in a swimming pool,
fully extended, lying down...
like a full-fat piece of ****
i fuck-as-hell someone has the ***** to make
a film, entitled black men can't swim;
**** just sinks... or belongs with
the para-olympians from kazahstan
with... hopefully two legs, and one arm;
yes! yes! it would be ****** to compete
with an anchor's worth of torso, and no limbs.
well... they can run... for sure...
all the excess ******* endowment the white
girl like to exploint for one night stands...
well... a massive buttocks as shown by
black girls... **** me... that'll get you
sprinting, up to the speed, of a cheetah!
you really need buttock fat to move
those legs like that...
wait wait... why are all the kenyans
and ethiopans, the anorexics of the black
species?
every time i watch them at the olympics
i'm starting to imagine the holocaust,
cocentration camps, jews, picking up pebbles
and rocks, and saying:
this ought to be a coin (pebble) and this
out to be a banknote (rock)...
i'd love to write something on l.s.d.,
but this is already equivalent to l.s.d.
big *** big ****
run forest! run!
fair enough for the trans-ethnic one-night
stands... if i could do it with a black girl with a tiny
*** a white girl can do it with
a massive elephant trunk...
i'm not bothered... i got my ***
&... my sense of humour.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC