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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
I feel like I am neurologically deficient
That a lot of my brain cells are missing
Like a punch drunk doped up punk boxer
A pimply muscle bound ***** on steroids
Hanging out at my old high school locker
No shocker that I am no medical doctor
But I always thought I’d be just a bit better
I guess on average I am a little bit smarter
But the bar is set so low that it requires
Very little to grow and go over it, you know
In comparison to the other young men
I may be grandstanding and one upping them
But when it comes to grand scheme of things
When compared to past people
Who shared my glorious dreams
Like Percy Shelley and John Keats
Like Ginsburg and the other Beats
I think I am drifting of course just a bit
Lest we all forget the **** cut the crap to fit in it
Maybe I’m okay few travel this way anyways
So who’s to say if I’m doing it the wrong or the right way
But I still feel like my brain needs a chemical treatment
A diet with more nutrients and sufficient Supplements
Because I’m feeling neurologically deficient
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
My cousin told me that I am a good storyteller, but I should write something about me, about real people and a time that I was scared "shitless". Well, I can only think of one time of a real life shocker that shook up my young world. It's nothing suspenseful. It probably wouldn't win any contests, but it isn't contrived. It's a snippet of the first time that I encountered the raw reality of death.
What did I know about death at eight years old? Our parakeet, Perky, died. My grandparents dog, Bruno, had to be put to sleep. As a girl, I vaguely recall seeing a dead man in a coffin, and that was at the funeral of my mom's aunt's husband. This was only an introduction of the temporary world we live in.
Well, then there was an older couple two doors down from us. They had two grandchildren that used to come and visit them, a sister and brother. When in the neighborhood, they would play with my older brothers. I cannot even recall their names. I cannot remember what they looked like or what they said.
What I do remember is the news being on in the living room, and I was eating dinner in the kitchen with my mom and brothers. Suddenly, the faces of that brother and sister were on TV. It was reported that their mentally troubled mother had killed them. I think it was because she was denied custody of them in an ugly divorce. Doing a little bit of digging in the Michigan death index online, I rediscovered who they were. They were Susan and Richard. They were ten and nine-years-old at the time.
I surely don't remember plenty of details, as this was in June of 1973. Over forty years ago, it's a much faded memory now. I only know I did not go to the funeral home. If I did, I am sure I'd be horrified to look upon those children who were robbed of their lives. Death was no longer just for pets or old people. It wasn't fair and it didn't discriminate in age. And if it could happen to someone as young as them, it could come knocking on my door.
Perhaps, that was the beginning of my fear of death.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
DAG NAB IT!!
Different day, same ****
& here I am back at it
Such a love/hate kind of habit
Speeding up the pace, gotta go like the White Rabbit
Although, I'm not going to be late
I'm just TOO impatient for time & it's hard to wait
I'm sure some of you, at times, can relate
Like when you're ready a tad bit early for a date
Time seems to go so much slower, which I ******* hate!
Of courser I am well aware
This habit is the reason I've got extra time to spare
& that is when I do & redo & redo my hair
Which I do quite often, not doing it is actually what's rare
Just another fun little FYI fact I'd like to share
& yes I know, you probably don't really care
A list of 'to do's' are done with such a quickness
Cleaning is a breeze, it should always be like this
I guarantee you though, there will be something I miss
I get so sidetracked, that's what my problem is....
Days have no end & nights rapidly just begin
Enters is turned up, my blood is steadily pumping under my skin
Creativity is leaking & starting to overflow from within
WHOA SHOCKER! Another race with the sun & yet again I win!
I don't always have the greatest self discipline
DAMN....this habit is one hell of a bittersweet sin!!
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Come on now, brother
you were raised so well,
you got everything you ever wanted
and as far as we could tell
you were going to go far
no one expects the worst
but sadly now, it's all we know
it's troublesome for all,
it feels like a curse
I know it must be harder than it seems
wanting something so badly,
nearly breaking at the seams
but it is up for you to decide whats important
this life is only all it means
You had all the friends you could've dreamed of
you were part of the cool crowd
I looked up to you
even when you and your friends were too loud
too loud quickly became too much
and pretty soon, we were out of touch
the sad part is neither of us made an effort to show we cared
and you needed me most, but I wasn't there
you went off to college
to become a better man
to make something of yourself
to be able to publicly stand
and say, "I am a college graduate,
the first in my family
look how far I've come everyone
my life is no longer in shambles"
you were always off of the rocker
you weren't fooling anyone
you came back home and it wasn't a shocker
you never could put those old habits down
your blue eyes glossy, always wearing that frown
your face broken out, covered in sweat
we tried and tried to tell you to give it a rest
we all love you,
and we want you to understand
we aren't trying to hurt you
just trying to have you land
this plane you've been on
way up high
it's been 8 years
come down, Stetson
it's time
You've spent too many minutes
with that gun in your mouth
You've been too close to death
I've seen it, I've lost count
Where is the brother I know and admire
I want you to tell the truth,
you've never been a good liar
I want to share more with you than just mundane talks
they don't mean anything, and
I wish you'd walk
away from this life and move on from the past
you're no longer the "cool guy"
you're better than that
you're smart and talented
and you're my brother,
I'll always have your back
I've seen you at your lowest,
these are things I'll never forget
but we all need to move on
rid of our regrets
Stetson, I love you,
I really do
but I want to hold on to more than these memories of you
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
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Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 9:41 AM UTC
[Intro: Quavo]
**** man. Brrrrtttttt
Hello?
What the hell you mean Ma? I ain't did ****
****
[Hook: Quavo]
Feds hit the spot man I ain't saying nothin
They came around about 5 o' clock this morning (12!)
They telling me I'm copping contraband from informants
Channel 2, Fox 5, I'm America's most wanted! (Ooh!)
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Feds hit the spot say I'm copping from informants
Channel 2, Fox 5, I'm America's most wanted! (Ooh!)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah, Quavo
I pick up my **** and then hit the door (Oh **** **** 12!)
Surrounding my house and they kick the door (Boom! Boom!)
"Don't move, get on the floor!" I hit the window and fell on the curb
I'm trying to get up and take off, the officer speared me, like Goldberg
Say "Where were you 3 o clock on the dot?" "My Momma's house" "You a ******* liar"
Have you heard about your new worker? (Nah) Know I put him in your circle
I witnessed you purchase the pound (nuh uh)
I witnessed you purchase the brown (no you didn't)
I witnessed you purchase the white (no!)
Say goodnight down the road for a long flight
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Hot Boy like Silkk the Shocker, pull up on your blocka with the Waka Flocka
Momma hit me on my cellular told me that Quavo got caught by the coppers ****
They say they've been investigating and Migo gang we connected with the mobsters (Huh?)
Can't talk to you ****** my lawyer talk. **** the prosecutor Mr. Marcus
**** Lookin out of my window, I see a black truck and it's empty
Walk to the door check the peephole (what that is man?)
Then I start hearing a noise and it makes me paranoid ****
Thinking what the **** is going on? (What the ****
All of these tools like it's Autozone
If I get caught I ain't coming home (No!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
They said that I sold to informants
I told them I just got off touring
They circle my house like an orbit ****
He telling me he gon extort me (huh?)
50% of my income, unfortunately he not gon get none
Life sentence or freedom so pick one
**** ***** you trying the wrong one **** *****
Quavo call my phone, his spot got raided it just got kicked in
We all met up in the Westin
Who know what the **** going on it ain't making sense (who know?)
The police talking they got evidence
I told you ****** bout serving them Mexicans (I told you ******
**** There go 12 ****
I picked up my **** and I moved out the residence
[Hook]
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Eva came first, a tiny cloth bag
A tiny brown noose on the table will drag
A little red heart sown over her chest
We are one, together depressed.
After comes Lucas, a lover of Eva
He adds to the mix a slightly different flavor
He takes the scars with which I'm obsessed
We are one, together depressed.
Now there's Sally, a full-bodied doll
She can fit in the palm of my hand, she's so small
You can try to figure out who they are, be my guest
We are one, together depressed.
When most people see them, they call me a creep
You must be a voodoo artist, they all say like sheep
Not such a shocker that no one has ever addressed
That we are one, together depressed.
Think what you say, because sometimes it's needed
To keep me from death they have so far succeeded
Not often have I really expressed
That we are one, together depressed.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
To the men who tell me I’m prettier when I smile,
the ones who feel uneasy if I frown for a while.
To the men who make me question myself,
the ones who make me put my worth on the shelf.
To the men who finish, then stare at the ceiling,
too scared to ask me how I am feeling.
To the men who make me burn out like a candle,
who tells me that my love is too much to handle.
To the men who take and never return,
this is my last hope that you’ll ever learn.
You seem to think my heart is invincible,
either that or that my body is somewhat dispensable.
You turn off your feelings, afraid to seem weak,
run away when you see the affection I seek.
I played along, thinking “sure this is normal”,
but I’ve been enlightened and my complaint it is formal.
So listen up men, because I have a voice,
what used to be an orifice, is now making noise.
You made me a fool, left me with no clue,
but I’ve come to see the only fool here is you.
You’re missing out, and I finally see,
God told me “bless up”, then pulled you from me.
Actions over words, I know, what a shocker,
I’ve dug out my self-respect from the back of my locker.
So here it goes, a few words of the wise;
the “girl you were ******* now has a surprise.
Listen up “men”, because you have a choice,
until the right one is made, the correct term is “boys”.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Hey folks, Formula one is coming’ to our city,
Salute, it’s a hard track, drivers say’ what a pity,
Only best survive, others can’t make it…’ really,
Hey you, in Baku Circuit, you shouldn’t drive silly.
Baku race is cold shower; each turn is drama,
Drivers try faster; no accident is in agenda,
First turns are shocker, Williams is out of strada,
The show is not over, Force India is an addenda.
Ferrari goes hard core, there is no place for a bore,
It pushes the brakes hard, why to speed up for?,
Whoever rushes badly, finds itself on the floor,
You wanted to take this track??, go to the next door.
Bulls are chasing, fighting for the fourth place,
They are friendly mates, well, that is not the case,
Sector one turn is here, Max do not leave any space,
Adventure is done for the race, Bulls are red in a face.
The Last laps on horison, Bottas is a leader,
His speed is excellent, Hami’s heart is bleeder,
Drama is not over; debris is an absolute killer,
Bottas is out of race, Hami is a surprise winner.
Baku city circuit is the best track of all times,
Fans are blessed with fun,… and adventure’ in each glance
Baku is a mystery, do not try to forecast,
Formula’s best drivers may find themselves on the grass,
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
v.t: to fail to fulfill the expectation, hope, or desire of; to prevent the fulfillment of (a hope or plan); frustrate
A God given angel
A woman of success
A calming spirit
A woman of wisdom
Who seems to easily disintegrate my stress
A role model in my life
A motherly figure
Once a wife
What I see in her is what I dream for myself
No she isn't perfect but she was right
"Get your sh..stuff together! Not for me, or anyone else. Do it for yourself!"
Problem is...
I don't know how to do that type of ****
I cant even put 2 and 2 together
But that aint a shocker
I've never been a math wiz
Spiraled out of control once before
But somehow I sorta cleaned it up
At least enough to pick my face up off the floor
God sent me a blessing
But all I seem to do is keep stressing
Her completely out
The frustration in her voice is so real to me
I know Im in for it
When she starts the "Y'all young people......." speech
She's hard on me and she keeps it real
What she says, especially in her anger and frustration, I feel
"I just want the best for you"
"Mind Over Matter"
"Your life is depending on you and the things you do"
When she goes into her mother mode
Sometimes, I am annoyed
But at least she's not distant
Like my mother
Who in some areas, gave up on me a long time ago
Im not the best kid
But Im working on it, I have to
Daddy never did
I love her because she is trying
I love her because she doesn't tell me what I want to her
She tells me what I need to hear
Stuff she doesn't know that will hit home on the inside
She doesn't know her role
She's unsure of her place
Im usually pretty bold, the type to be in your face
But in her case, I don't say what I need to say
You don't have a specific place or spot
For me you fit the role of a mentor, a mother, an aunt
Maybe one day, I'll actually make you proud
Not sure when that will happen but definitely at some point
I love you with all my heart
Im sorry to disappoint
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
I was the frightened little kid
Who got pushed against the wall.
I wasn’t terribly masculine
Had acne and was not very tall.
Or maybe it was my intelligence
Or artistic talent that drew the ire.
It was an ever-changing list
That drew my fellow student’s fire.
Maybe it was that my game
Was never quite there for sports.
Or maybe when I did not join
On jokes about **** and other sorts
Of woman demeaning quips
They had to have learned at home.
Parental misguidance one oh one
Not learned at school on the roam.
Whatever it was, I got beaten
And locked inside my own locker.
And I got called ***** and ***
Now isn’t that a big fat shocker?
I got shoved around in hallways
And knocked out cold by a creep.
I didn’t even know the ****
But he decided to put me to sleep.
And when the faculty was called
I was suspended along with the guy.
The school’s policy it seemed
Was to punish both kids. Ask why.
I asked and I was told sternly
That the school really did not care
The attacker and the attacked
Had the same punishment to share.
Now, in this case, the attacker was
Known to be a ruffian and a miscreant.
And I was known to be a wimp.
So why give me unusual punishment
When I was already being punished
For not being some kind of snorting ****
This was like the school system
Giving my jaw an extra and official sock!
It would be nice to say about this
That it was a totally isolated incident,
And that principals seldom pass out
This officially thoughtless kind of punishment.
But I heard that line so many times
I could have lip-synched right along with him
As the principal mouthed a policy line
From a time grown distant and dangerously dim.
School gym coaches called us girls
If we didn’t keep up with hand-picked brutes
Who enjoyed inherited musculature
And bigot approved physical attributes.
So those of us who were who we were
And could not manage mow down the men
At the line of scrimmages
Were called ‘lils’ and fairies once again.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Up there as top of two best memories of my life.......Great day you fell into my arms.
[Smiles]....You know without my posting what line one eludes to....[Winks & Smiles]
Loved holding you close and hearing that soft unforgettable infectious laugh.
No shocker here......I loved my arms about you far longer than necessary.
You Pet......never kept me guessing about the s'happening in that beautiful mind.
Always was nice and refreshing never having to ask how you felt.....you told me.
Well......minus when you stole away in the middle of the night while I was sleeping.
Understood after reading that note and your tearful call.....know you still loved me.
The most unforgettable day of my life was me putting calls on hold, us talking for hours
and you standing at your full lack of height looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.
Forgot my own name when smiling you asked me to picnic in a park.....Could not refuse!!!
There's nothing sexier than getting an invite anywhere from confident lady you Betty.
I remember the place, the time, what you wearing and every detail of that day we met.
It's impossible for any man to forget anything about the lady he once and still loves.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
This is the part of the story
Where the hero and his damsel realize each other's feelings
But what if we change it a bit
The damsel loves the hero
But the hero already has another
Quite a shocker for a damsel
Though love finds its way
It cannot be the same
Knowing that there once was another
The damsel let go of the hero
And set off for her own story
This time
The part of this story is that
She is now the heroine
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
her mother called her
a textbook virgo,
levelheaded, organized,
practical
and every spare moment she had
was spent writing
most of it was hopeful...
possibilities outlined neatly
on elite paper stock -
serious poems to be
submitted to editors,
poems to celebrate
special occasions,
outlines of plots
for short stories
she planned to write
her personal writings
were deeper, sadder
she wrote reams in a daily
journal about troubled
relationships, tiffs with
her husband and kids, her
competitive sister, each
comment meticulously penned
in an elegant flowing manner
but that final note she left
was the shocker,
written in a freakishly
jumpy, shaky hand,
overly loopy, jagged,
a note on cheesy motel
stationery, filled with longing,
with despair,
words spewing out of her pen,
out of control words
scrawled far from home,
the solitary writer engaged
in an emotional seizure,
facing her phantoms alone
and losing
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC
DO YOU HEAR THAT RATTLING?
That's the sound of a half-empty spray can,
full of hope, just being blasted against a wall
that will never appreciate it's art.
This is the kind of thing that
turns a hard heart into marble
to carve your masterpiece into.
DO YOU HEAR THAT RATTLING?
That's the sound of a half-empty spray can
of whoop-ass
about to be unleashed upon the masses,
who thought they could divide the classes
and make our lives seem like less
as if it would make their's seem like more.
I've got a little shocker kept in store,
life does not open doors,
it closes them.
On the tapestry of Canada,
there will be those that hem us in.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
From old to new, young to old,
Great lords can be traced
And before their time inevitably comes
Burns their memory unerased.
From the lives of one such man,
Traveling in the call box,
We know the game of chance was won
Because sticky-uppy hair rocks.
Savéd he the rich and poor;
He battled monstrous foes--
And before the eleventh hour struck,
He'd had his share of woes.
Companions in hearts and soul,
He gave of himself so readily;
How could one lose so much
But never lose one's empathy?
His smile warmed the hearts of all,
His pain struck them to the core;
And not one of us didn't dream of the day
He'd show up at our door.
He'd fought his Goliath, like all of us must do,
And waited for the sunrise to appear;
Not one but two hearts beat in his chest,
Which some might think very queer.
He held our hearts and attention,
We watched him victorious with pride;
But as long as he stayed, we loved him
And missed him when Eleven arrived.
From old to new, young to old,
There's always a bit of a shocker:
Regeneration really *****
And you never forget your first Doctor.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
You look impressive on paper.
Though form is temporary while class is forever.
It is no shocker, that you know not the significance of the latter.
You look impressive on paper.
Like a cup of coffee gone cold.
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
I can't get past this swirling blackness that resides inside my brain
I can't seem to think of happy thoughts or any other thing
Onto this ugly life of mine I'm holding on so tight
My hands are cramping, my knuckles are turning white
I'm not sure why I am, the light went out years ago
On this darkened sea of emotion, I just flow
I no longer want to feel the tide, or the waves that take me under
The storm persist above me, the lightening and the thunder
I've tried to row this boat of sorrow to the shore
But it didn't work at all, it just so refused to go
I think tonight instead of rowing, I'll just drill a hole
tonight this is my goal
I'm gonna visit Davy Jones down there in his locker
I know to many that will be no shocker
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
i found a
foreign film
to pass time
this time.
it was french,
and about ***
shocker.
wait, no, i'm trying
to stop doing that.
i always do that.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC
he told me that he despised cannibis
right after he took his prozak pill
he became a true man of bliss
then he became deathly ill
another trip to the doctor
then he left, shaking still
get ready for a shocker
he prescribed a refill
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Within the shadows,
A son of Cichol stands.
Looking down over Iria.
He sees his lady fair,
With the blood of the Elves..
With his eyes upon his prize.
He is Shocker,
Son of Cichol.
His heart is set,
Now he makes his move...
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC