"standup" poems
i don't watch home movies
hate them
reason being because
when i was young
i was looking for a movie
my mother
had recorded for me
and accidentally
put one in the vcr
that i'm not sure
i was supposed to see
i know the obvious response
*"uh oh, ****
sorry to disappoint
they were only marked with dates
1991
on live television
montel williams asks my father
*"how can you just throw
your child away like a piece of trash?"*
1994
i spend so much time
in the emergency room
that my parents stop
penciling in growth marks
on the frame
of my bedroom door
i always thought
it was because they believed
i would never grow out
of this sickness
sometimes i believe
the reason that they
never bought me a dream catcher
was because they never thought
i'd live long enough
to see them come true
1996
i am eliminated
from a spelling bee
because i didn't know
the 'dad' is silent in 'family'
2013
before i got into poetry
i used to do standup
none of my jokes were funny
one of the other comics
tells me my skits are dry
sometimes sad
he says *"why don't you joke
about something like your family?"*
so i say
*"i never wore any sunblock
because i didn't want anything
to keep me from my father"*
i say *"what do you call christmas
without lights or heat?"*
before he has a chance
to answer
i say *"1997. better yet
why don't you
make like a dad and
leave"*
2014
every time we drive
past the hospital
my mother reminds me
how much it cost to save my life
like she'd rather
have her money back
she doesn't have to say
that sometimes she wishes
it was me who had died
instead of my brother
i can hear it in the way
she says "love you"
sometimes i imagine
that if i were to die
that she
would pick out a casket for a child
because she never loved
the person i became
yesterday i told my father
how close i'd been
to suicide lately
and he said
*"that's my boy,
livin on the edge.."*
and i can't remember
if i laughed
or cried
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
**i'm in a dangerous state of mind
with no care for living this life
where human emotions are traded
for less than a pack of rubbers
but you didn't even use those
so how much did i truly mean
when the push came to shove
and grinding hips
with moaning lips
that whispered, screamed,
and cried his name
on the night you ****** my heart away
where loyalty takes a literal backseat
to pleasure
and a long term relationship
is laughing stock material
ha ha standup, ain't i funny
to look for something more than this
but i would choke on my own tongue
before i'd speak bad of you
my backstabbing lover
unfaithful friend
i hope to god it he was worth it
the cost was more than just tears
but blood spray on the bathroom mirror
and an empty place where i once
used to love
permanently empty
i can't find the will to care
more than a few half-hearted,
correct that, heartless
obscenities muttered under my breath
with ****** on my mind
a 3:30am fantasy to help dull
the pain that i should be feeling
maybe i'm just a pessimist,
fatalist, cynical, and negative
but my lack of surprise cuts the most
lied to by my mind for those
two months of my life
that i thought i had it all
better to have loved and lost
but even better to **** it all
and just go out with your name on my lips
and your lies in my heart
i hope you think of me when you're with him
that you choke on your tears
plagued with the worst emotions and loss
a better killer than any gun**
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
imagine a big dragon
Are you doing it?
"ye"
what color is it?
"b-blue and yellow"
Blue and yellow. Cute! Isss it big as godzilla?
"no, it's smaller
likee the size of a horse"
Dats a smol dragon
I like him.
"its not smallllllllllll
a smol dragon would be like, a neck dragon
hes big, just not hugeeeeeee"
Ohhhh okay. He's a big dragon, but not huge.
His teeth are like little point pearls
do you see how shiny they are?
and pink
"why are his teeth pink"
They are pearls.
"but pearls are white"
then his toofers are white.
"gooood
good hygeine"
Mhmm
One of those pearls in his dragon maw
his little baby toofeers
thats you
"why?"
because than you can fly with him everywhere.
Just imagine looking down through his mouth at the cityyy
as he flyyyys
and sitting all nestled in his lip
Blue and yellow leather
He could sing you storiessss and brushes his toofers so his breath would be warm but not stinky
"gooooooooooooooooooood!
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhh :3"
"My small tenant" He says to you.
as you crawl out of his gum and walk out onto his tongue.
What is your dragon houses name?
"his name is roxy"
He's making a very silly face, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes to talk to you
he sounds silly too
talking with his tongue out
"Welcome Home. "
"i loveeeeee"
Roxy the Blue and yellow Horse sized Dragon House.
"Ready to slide?"
he asks you
"alwayyyyyyyyyyys"
he swallows you
it's very slippery and fun!
like a water slide
And is warm, but not smelly becaus he brushes his teeth
you fly over muscles and liquids and tongue and land on a biiiig trampoline
You can hear Roxy from all around you, quite loud "Having fun, my tennant?"
You are the small size, or a dragons tooth.
"good :3"
"uh oh!" He cries
you see fire from his back
it's zooming towards you!
"nooooooooooo run awaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy"
You run up towards his tongue and trip into the sticky icky
The fire is warm and tingles oup your back
then is over
and you standup, the back of your clothes all burnt off and your front all sticky icky
"I'm sorry, tennant"
"I sneezed"
"its oki roxy."
Roxy fashions their tongue like a staircase for you to come back outside
"daddy? Im sleepy... Can we finish the story tomorrow night?"
me too Babygurl. ^^
Yes we can
"yay!!!!!!!"
Good night
"ninighht daddy. sleeeepppppp well.
i love you"
I love you too baby girl ^^
Sweet dreams.
You curl up in roxys empty tooth spot, he covers you in his blanket tongue. it is warm. but not stinky. and you drift soft to sleep
"Good night, Tenant"
"I love you"
"i love you ttooo roxy."
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
My body sinks smoothly
Into the curves of your mattress
As I wait for you to crawl in beside me
Among the clouds we shift repeatedly
Apparently soft beds don’t promote cuddling
Netflix plays in the background
Some standup comedy for background noise
But we are not here to chill
The lining of your bra creeps from beneath your crop top
Black lace against your pale skin
And my fingertips can’t help but graze the intricate designs
And trace the edges along your soft skin
While I always think you’re ****
I am not trying to ****** you
I simply cannot get over
How someone can be so perfect
And how so many ****** humans
Could look at you
and touch you
Hear you
and connect with you
Yet somehow couldn’t love you.
But I’m also glad they didn’t
Because I could do this forever.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
Don’t you see the absurdity?
The cruelty of it all.
That you’re supposed to standup
Every time you fall
**** that **** I say
Stay on the ****** ground
Keep your ****** head down
And don’t make a ******* sound
Lest that they should see you
They’ll insist that you join in
Next thing you know you’re playing
And you can never win
You’ll scramble for the surface
Like a sewer rat on ****
You’ll have to fight them everyday
Right up until your death
So keep that chin there lowered
As if enthralled by your own crotch
Only look up to kiss her lips
Or order one more scotch
Stay dumb to those surrounding
Keep them need to know
The less they’ll interrupt you
So you might enjoy the show
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
The Internet, for a good helping
of the American demographic,
is the highest-rated of sanctuaries.
I use "sanctuary"
in a filthy and blatantly pornographic manner,
for every time
we post on our nicotine-scented Facebooks
that we're "so ******* bored" we "could die,"
there's at least one other
hand snaking you along
those fetishes you stash beneath your sleeve
like black silk underwear;
and no matter what you do,
nothing will explain away
those two consecutive Youtube videos:
"Black muscle man in blue thong"
followed spontaneously by
"12 year old boy sings Judy Garland!",
each, to the innocent bystander,
juxtaposed like two opposing ******
in one ****** up candy shop.
The grotesque meat show,
always the same introduction,
always right on time with the
churn churn churning of his
loneliness his rage his silence
onto those sheets
with no regard for the family
and friends of fibers.
It used to be hilarious,
perfect lunch table standup,
but once you learn
that with *** there might be
signs of love in the decipherable thrusting,
that a plot is swimming helplessly
in the oceanic camouflage of loveless living,
sticky hands can really start to sting.
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 10:54 AM UTC
A recent BBC Headline reads: US orders ban on trans-fats. In a day when fat-discrimination has been thought to have stopped, the US is discriminating against the fine and upstanding obese community. Eliminating trans-fats from food will save lives by preventing heart attacks, but it will also eliminate fat jokes, which will set back standup comedy for years to come. Health experts say that Americans continue to consume too much foods with trans-fats, even with trans-fats information labeled on food; in scientific studies done by Dr. Kazuo Takitani, research shows that Americans "Do Not Give A **** about their health due to entitlement and fatty privilege. Taking trans-fats out of food will reduce coronary heart disease, but it will also make fat people who are stupid more confident, not necessarily smarter. Supporters of French Fries have taken to the streets and are calling on President Obama to stop the War on trans-fats. The Obama administration has responded with a statement in regards to the trans-fat crisis, and have said, "Go To The Gym." Obese people are in danger of becoming skinny, and already the obese population of the United States, are hoarding Cheetos and pizza rolls in their ***** packs, in order to stop the madness. In this day and age, health is a choice, skinny and **** people, the ones who are supporting the ban on trans-fats, do not know the irreparable damage they are doing to the fat American white male, who's narrative will always be ingrained in the American consciousness. A chubby boy named Paulie was interviewed earlier today as he was eating French fries and a large soda: "The government doesn't care about Fat people. We deserve better treatment. We matter. We exist. How am I supposed to survive without Mickey D's fries? Do I look like I can exercise? I'm moving to Canada." When Paulie was informed that Canada was strongly thinking about following in the US's footsteps, Paulie suffered from food coma and passed out in his chair. The United States is slowly turning towards becoming healthy and fi; many people oppose this trend, while others embrace it; all that can be said is that change will shocking, can give some people a new perspective on life. Stay tuned for more details. Now here's Marcus with today's weather report.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
Pardon what I say
But **** the system.
When you have kids
snapping against others
hurting themselves
Because these
adults
in charge
can't understand that
bullying
is abuse.
"There's nothing more
I can do."
********
"It didn't happen here,
so we can't help."
You wouldn't anyway!
I want to expose the fallacies.
Tell the truth.
The whole truth.
The system is flawed.
When you have kids
killing themselves
ending their own lives
because some adult
"couldn't" help?
LIES.
When you have kids
snapping
and hurting others
killing others,
and
"no one saw it coming."?
LIES.
This **** hits home.
Going through years
of abuse by other people.
"If you're not bleeding
you're fine."
Stop.
Don't lie.
If I'm not bleeding I'm fine?
What?
Tell that to the scars.
Tell that to the blood that did fall.
I caused the blood
I caused the scars
But do not say the hurt was my fault.
DO NOT say that I should **** it up.
DO NOT tell me some ********
about how it gets better.
Because when this **** was happening
do you think I looked forward?
Do you think that I was hopeful
full of wonder at the future?
No.
I was depressed.
I know now
that yea, it does get better.
But when you tell a depressed person
that
it
gets
better
they're stuck in the present
maybe even the past
Because looking forward
all I saw
was more pain and hurt on the way.
The system is ******
And so are we.
Society is ******
And so is our future.
Unless we stand up.
Fight against those who
"don't see anything wrong"
Show the truth
For what it really is.
No it's not pretty
No it's not nice
But yes it's the truth
But yes, it is right.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
When you come away from home you can be one of many things:
A ****
A partyanimal
A geek
A talker
A listener
A doer
A drinker
A social recluse
An alcohol abuser
A hustler
A bustler
A fanatic
A panicker
A best friend waiting to be discovered
A great lover in the cupboard
The list goes on
But we are all one thing:
A fresher
A newbie
A greenhorn
Streetfighters
Run up quarterbacks
Soldiers of Fortune.
And I realise it can be hard
With everything going on
Trying everything new
Trying to make friends
We can sometimes get caught up
And lose our field of vision.
If I could give one piece of advice
It would be:
Be who you are.
Standup for what you believe in –
People always come round to respecting that
If you don’t do shots
Drink beer
If you don’t like ****
Pass on it in a dignified manner.
I once knew a guy who lost his field of vision:
He ended up firing a rifle out of a second-storey window
Trying to hit the centre of the O’s on roadsigns.
It might have been the exuberant amount of alcohol
He had consumed that night.
I just don’t know.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
There is a hunger
Like a gun to yr head
Metal and cold
Empty yr clip
Personal ********
Egoic standup metaphysical *****
Pseudo spiritual people snakin in my garden
Workin gets harder
When you poet all the time
Clock you don't know what it looks like
A vague memory takes over me
At the corner on 15th and Rockford
I'm unheard and disturbed
No it's not ok
Know insanity like secondhand glove fit/spit atheists outta my mouth
Now you know what god Tastes like
Teeth know what gods about
Molar spell
Glamour silver
Share gardens worth of rent/have bent knees to cold Chicago concrete
Ask god
She's listening
With an open hand
Walk
Yr glistening sidewalk shine you concrete vision of glitter and litter
You performance piece about ennui
Sing
Sinner
Yr callouses
Don't ask how ok I am
We all got issues and I know you want a poem
But all I got is tissues and I didn't mean to make you cry
I jut wanted to remind you of the salt of life
The stuff dreams are made of
Homemade hair cloud spun
Wicked sister come whisper In my ear drum
Hum the chemical hymnals from our childhood
Don't hide your big tooth
Chew and chew and Chew
Purposefully at the great growing complacency
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
When you standup for anything?
Stand firm.
Be firm for others won't like your plight.
None, truly like Martin Luther King's protesting wrong.
Yes, some within his race.
Don't matter those saying things to your face.
Who?
Doesn't know the story of Jesus?
The Kaepernick's affect holds weight to a few.
And some lies in racial injustice.
Which many whites can't seem to fathom.
Black soldiers , who bravely fought during World War II?
Came home with less respect.
Similar to when they left.
There's no pictures floating around with them seated with white Nazis like the white soldiers during that war.
There's no photos of whites being hung from trees with smile by African American males.
Oh, the history of blacks within America doesn't sit too well.
This the part we not to mention to many at all.
And this deals with white police officers and the press.
Those that has it better can't admit injustice to others.
So others, a majority of whites will cry loudly against Colin Kaepernick.
But doing Vietnam, which race jumped quickly to avoid war by going to Canada.
Does he has the right to protest?
Yes, this is America.
Is he right?
Well, no rules exist to state he must stand when the anthem to play.
We have seen whites burn the American flags.
And hardly seen whites protect that!!!!!
But once a black stands up to something.
It's create havoc for a few.
It's not a Nat Turner's Rebellion.
It's just a protest by a genuine fella.
Will it cost him?
Probably?
But somethings you must be willing to lose.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
The ground and I are good friends
We have shared a few encounters
The first encounter was when my Dad went to prepare our mansion in heaven with Angels
I was only seven
The second encounter was when we had to move from our house and town to live with Granny and Pops
My mom's folks
I experienced melancholy
Little did I know that Melancholy signified my fourth encounter with the ground
Pops
He touched me made me roll the rubber down his manhood
He put his ugly cigarette thick fingers in my cookie jar
I was only nine
That wasn't enough
He would wake me up in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep and say Angel let us go watch the stars
I wouldn't say no to watching stars that's my favorite thing to do especially late at night
That's when my Fifth encounter with the ground occurred
Pops told me that if I scream he will ensure that he throws myself and baby sister out
I remembered that we had nowhere to go so I obeyed
The ground and I became one at this point for nine years
I didn't tell moms for I didn't wanna ruin her relationship with her folks
She had business trips all the time to ensure that we have all we need
Pops is dead anyways
The sixth encounter was when moms told me she doesn't trust me
That ripped me into microscopic pieces
Luckily we are now good friends
And the rest of encounters are when my "true loves" chopped my heart into cubes
Oh there is encounter it happened when I found out that I have an extra year in High School
But now all is well
I'm not afraid to fall
For the ground and I are friends
I always standup even if it takes years sometimes
The fall made me who I am now
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC
I started writing
I got asked what I was writing
I told them my life
Oh so you're writing a comedy
I joked yeah it was suppose to be a suicide letter
But it became my biography
Everytime others ask I give them a different story
I write monologue for my standup routine
No one gets the joke
I wonder if they are listening
When I'm serious I get a laugh
When I joke they take me serious
Writing is my outlet
Hoping one day I might be understood
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
-Oh no
She saunters by
The air stiffens and falls, mountains bow,
All kowtow, or at least they should
-We’re not worthy
She looks over her dominion
She rules all that she sees
None standup to contest
She has me too, I confess
-I like it
She looks through me
Another face
Another peon
Another nothing
-HEY!
-*…Place your hopes here my lad
-No, I am better than this. She will see ******
LOOK AT ME*
Not another tidbit for the
Proverbial chopping block
Her neck turns; time stops
Clocks tick without their tock
-We get so lonely
Or is it for her? She tops me
Swivels slowly, no stop
A slow-mo accident waiting to be replayed
-*Oh God please
-Oh God no*
She cuts the room in two, parallel lasers
Heads
roll
and
smile,
they
cheer
for
me
-*You got this Tiger
-Steady man, steady*
She sees my eyes with hers
Dull brown against the firing squad
-Ready boys! Aim
Her lips part, chest slightly rises loading the bullet
She locks on her target and she never misses
A bead of sweat rolls on past
It asks
-What have you done
They look to her
-Take the shot!
And she does with a smile
-Hey
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
Am I suicidal?
just a little bit why?
I can see it in your eyes how bad you hurt inside
my mom caught me a few times with my last will wrote
she asked me why I wanted to die
and said I felt broke inside
kids at school these days
don't know how much It takes
just to stop the tears and say that your ok
they don't know how bad it hurts
to be pushed around the hallways almost constantly
but because you don't want to be week
you refuse to standup and speak
you see kids these days are blind, they don't see the world threw clear dark and blue eyes .
They think their indestructible but they arnt' all that wonderful
I popped a few pills when I was five, I was young and I wanted to die
I was to stupid to know what ones to take
so I swallowed about five to take the headache away
but, pleas don't follow down this rode
I might not be dead yet
but I can feel its close
just huge your pillow tighter
harden up become a fighter
because no ones going to save you
you got to save yourself
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
On a trip to never-never- land.
the glass ceiling and bottomless plan
I'll never ever land.
Its all part of plan B, by the man,
My sound scans, in never-ever- land.
Never heard by another man.
Gave up on the game - now its
starting to show, on the other hand.
I got doubts, so I dream even more.
These odds against me - I never no
Praying to god, the only time I fold.
A real man, never overplaying my hand.
Bringing more to the table than a brand.
That's just the way it goes,
can’t help how the cards land,
let the facts show.
Time heals everything,
scars let it be shown. You,
let it be known.
The logos, go hand in hand
Two faces – four tone
I’m a standup guy,
On rocky land
Headed home.
First in my class,
last in my caste,
finishing last
now I’m king of the throne.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
(These are some Senryu poems about bestfriends.)
My best friends and I
can talk to each other with
****** expressions
Friends can face-slap
insult each other - we know
each other so well.
We can spend a whole
day, at the park, just sitting
on the swings chatting.
Ever looked at your
bestfriend and thought, “We should be
standup comedians.”
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 5:25 AM UTC
Fighting that person in the mirror
Flashbacks of your future is what’s feared most
Why couldn’t you standup
Why are you so silent
SPEAK UP !!!!
No one can hear you
Are you really going to allow this to happen
I guess so cause like a coward you’ll crawl back into that bottle
Drink away the Shame caused by pain
Knowing this is temporary satisifation
Here’s your chance to seek help
Although it’s tough and heart felt
As you begin to think to speak
Your drowning in water with stones tied to your feet
OPEN YOUR **** MOUTH !!!
Because you truly need this help
Too embarrassed to say
I stood up walked out because I didn’t want you to find out this way
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
I went to
Standup today
And the guy said
"No notes"
But I went up there
And I did my notes
And I did my set
And the first half went well
And the second half was ok
And I got laughs
And I got offstage
And the guy threatened me
And did it in a passive aggressive way
And said some people get banned
And I left right after my set anyway
And went on the subway
the homeless guy is getting on with me
And is begging softly for money
And the happy ending masseuse is jerking
And the orphans walking back to his "home"
And the annual tenth black women's being shot
And the illegal busboys wiping his 87th table
And the bitter son lost his father yesterday
And there (really) is a child in Africa starving
And a girls being ***** for the second time
And the blocked composers cocking his gun
And the muse is lying on the beach of nonexistence
And
And
And
The homeless man, exiting the train, says,
Thank you
God bless you all
I'll probably see you all here
tomorrow
And
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
As a child I was devout
Faithfully glued to
An idea with no truth
But I spoke clearly
Understood the fictions
Better than most adults did
Like little girls understand
Barbies, My little ponies
And monster high dolls
Like grown women
Who still want to be
The princess they saw
On Disney
Like little boys understand
GIJOE, Spiderman,
And Superman
Like grown men
Who still want to be
The Batman they saw
In movies on tv
I clung to this fair unreality
Hoping it would be redemption for me
Because the bruises and red marks
Demanded I believe
Insist I must need
A superhero Jesus to save me
While I was drowning in a sea of sin
I had to beg the divine to let me in
Noah’s Ark,
Hoping that god knows my heart
Was full of good intentions
But the bathroom florescent lights
Made me feel ugly
Like everyone was judging me
With all my pores and acne
With all the scar my mom gave me
Though she hid them perfectly
Just beneath my skin
I thought god would save me from her whims
Or at least take me away to be with him
Instead of leaving me in pain’s den
To lose those faithful delusions
One heartbreak at a time
One history and science lesson at a time
One standup routine and comic book at a time
Till I lost my taste for the divine
While at the same time
I was just plain losing my **** mind
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
All the Single Mothers out there
If he's spending all his time playing Fortnite instead of being interested in being a father
Run like hell
If he keeps getting in trouble with the law
Run like hell
If he constantly brings over people you don't know in your house around your children
Run like hell
If he has you do all the work as he sits on his *** and smoke ****
Run like hell
If he shows signs of abuse towards you
RUN LIKE HELL
Single mothers are off the table for me in this time frame
Because I can't provide financial stability and know I am not ready to be a father
So baby if you're a Single mother and want to date me
Don't take it personal
I just want to give your kids the world and more since they are the most important thing in life
I'm not at that level yet
Don't be upset or think I dislike kids
Just know I want to be at my best
And don't want them to suffer because I still have my own issues to sort out
There's more capable men
Who can be standup father's
And those are the men I tip my hat to
Baby girl you deserve everything and more
God has a special man in store
For you and your kids
It's just not me
And its DEFINITELY not those lowlifes.
It's time we start respecting you and being what we're supposed to be.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
I'm a stand-up comic, no joke
Please sit down, give me some hope
This laugh meister has it tough out there
Doing my tight five, flying without fear
But you, yes you, maybe could save him
Give him the courage to carry on
Look, I've got a college education
I'm fun, at least when I'm not brooding about why some joke failed
I know, it's just a bit, but it puts me in jail
Which is why I need you at least to talk to me
I need to sit down
I won't try to make you laugh
I need a friend, you see
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
So today we celebrate
A religion solely based on the dead
The dead are resting either peacefully or wonderously
Hell's turning over slowly and another inch away from judgment
Day everybody run out and grab your candies and merry with guised customes
Pretending to be your favorite character
Who are merely fiction
Face it folks we so off track with nature
That honestly think were serving a purpose
By venerating the dead
Who can't see or hear us
There transformed into another realm
Where we will once all meet
For our final perdition
Will we make it to our destination
Where ever it may be?
Or will we suffer earthly ?
Pangs that we once discovered
Our time during our living
No ones knows the day or the time we will be taken by father time
But one thing I do know is it will happend
Are you ready to die ?
Or will you standup for something
Rather than nothing ?
Recognize game when you see it
Don't be a fool learn about origins and tradition
For it could be an ambiguous ambition
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
It been stated.
It been said.
So, why should I back off from the truth?
It been told.
It been heard.
So, why should I repeat it again?
I've never been one to operate without proof.
I just simply believes in the whole truth.
It is what it is?
It true about what been told?
So there's no reasoning to why lies go forth?
When you get busted before they move on.
In my opinion.
And maybe it's just me.
I have never seen a lie succeed.
Sure it creates havoc for awhile or two.
But it's also exposed the fool that lied upon you.
Remember to never not standup for yourself.
This's the only way to protect youyrself.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 7:19 AM UTC
In a cage
Solitary confinement
I stareth out heartbreak hotel
I think Elvis is next to me
In this mirey hell.
I see Marilyn Monroe as well
And Anna Nicole
Their lost misfortunes
Playing at the bar ( 101) of old
They still laugh here and there
As they still canst figure their gone
As for me I'm not them
I'm just a guide spiritually hung...
I pilot them
Back to their old mansion's
I polite them
To fancies of of standup stand-ins
They loveth to heareth me sing
As I see them play and act
No more money shalt they bring
A homesick love map
A broken shack
With broken souls
Wherein mine poetry
They've made their home...
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC