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RJ Days Oct 2018
Each sorrow is the child of a happiness
you thought would never end;
Every happiness is a sadness
I may not survive—
a brilliant October day
lying back in dock hammock suspended
quoting bits of Rilke and starlight anthems
the shadows cast by buildings and frogs
ink drawings made on August nights
by our beautiful chain-smoking artistette
admiring a giant spider friend who’d
spun her majestic web and vanished
while we were swimming
backdrop of bay and boys and cherries
creaky boardwalks under bare feet
and stickiest pine and sand darkness
photos over wing clouds below
creepy call to prayer from ancient Mosque
at twilight punctuating strange dreams
perfect reconciliation on hotel balcony
McDonald’s after soaring from Black Sea
to Bosporus Straight, edge of Asia
visible on the horizon and all of life
a nightmare from which I can’t get woke
terrorized by ***** donor bonesaws
homophobic maternal afternoon rejection
peace that passeth no understanding
when you’re a ******* genius or just
a few points lower sorry never enough
compassion leaking through pores
drawn out by steam more darkness
Eucalyptus perfumed
another flaccid experience on a stranger’s
bed recalling Hippocrates on the drive
away after more bad ***
shots of sauces and grilled roasted
poached lentils bespoke chickens finery
malodorous wafts limestone smoothed
by centuries of acidity oily tourist touches
but they’re in Mexico Australia India
we’re back at home twins calling
each day an error of time rounded off
the incorrigible quark refusing
to cooperate with Einstein choosing its
own entangled path and lighting fools
what beautiful skyline
what amazing celebrity capture
what nostalgic group assemblage
what **** cute puppy who’s no more pup
what swanky tailored look
what smiles what smiles what seriousness
the soft and supple features curves lines
practiced looks and wayward hairs
a simple flourishing according to the lens
so much that skin conceals and eyes
beer garden sidewalk orations
wedding after party for April fools
we were who dance grabbing rings
swinging wildly discussing the vulgarities
of gastronomy and digestion
tumbling into diners midnight offices
brick lined streets magical talks
demonstrations and ideas unbounded
carving pumpkins into likable politicians
we think are statesmen and wailing
when she loses winning a trophy case
buckling under weight of moral victory
the thought of skyscrapers lit
shining under heaven unsubtle insinuation
we’re better than all this nonsense
and stronger having raised this glass
and steel by our own hands, our parents
rather now maybe that’s confusion
erecting higher stairwells to escape
encroaching seas and bums below
all memory all happy every laugh
each rumination on the hours
kisses cocktails cuddles laughter
that perfect vest completed outfit
those thrift store jeans that shirt
that secondhand one speed bike
those lunches with the priest
those brunches with the students
those happy hours with the coworkers
those dinners with the beard
all interchangeable parts in show
theater of recollection one subway car
one taxi ride one bus to NY or DC
one flight to Seattle or Vegas
or some Floridian seascape, mansion
each cog or bit like paper currency
imbued with no value but buying
the totality of lived experience
from which to draw upon in sad elsewhere
—but they cut deep, well meaning though
whenever was now isn’t and can is blind
to what day will ever be when I can say
in truth now sadness isn’t.
How memories, even of happy times, can feel smothering when recalled from within the Bell Jar.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCgcgOAgq9w

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The name is George Washington, but its the general to you,
or you could call me president one, not three or two,
and you probably heard a lot of silly stories about me,
but let me lay it down how raw it really used to be

I got a hemp operation back at the plantation
selling the stickiest **** around the new nation
so come run and find me if you wanna get high
***' honestly I got the bombest I cannot tell a lie

Pick it dry, of course I'm gonna try
bag it up and brick it and then just let them buy it
and if the Brits wanna come take a piece of the cut,
I'll raise a whole ******' army let em see whats what.

The kings like "yo I gotta get payed"
I'm like "tough ***** 'cause y'alls a whole ocean away
and you can try send some ships to come and make me pay up
but that's an awful long way just to **** deeze nuts.
You get my ******' message son?"
Take it, Thomas Jefferson


Sell drugs, run guns,
nail ***** and **** the law. (**** the law!)
We're Founding Fathers; we're Rushmore ****
and we were all high as *****.
The Declaration of Independence
I wrote so high I'm surprised it makes sense
but we find these truths to be self-evident:
it goes puff puff pass and next round you get skipped.


Abe Lincoln; I know what y'all thinkin':
Greatest president ever, I'll have what he's drinkin'
Ah-ha, yeah, well see, that's where you'd be wrong
'cause if you wanna chill with me you'd better go and grab that ****
or an apple or that can, see you do not understand
faded 24/7 'cause that's just the way I am.
I can see you're having a little trouble believing me
but check this letter I wrote it down, recorded in history, ahem:

"Two of my favorite things are sitting on my porch
and smoking a pipe of that sweet Hemp," of course
that's a quite that I wrote when I was still in office
but enough of that, I am too high, I have to back up off this.

Where is my horse, I think I need to go and ride him home
I was supposed to leave about four score and twenty rips ago;
you see my hat? I like it, I kinda think it looks like a stove.
Scratch it; pass it one more time and let me hit it for the road.


Sell drugs, run guns,
nail ***** and **** the law. (**** the law!)
We're Founding Fathers; we're Rushmore ****
and we were all high as *****.
And don't let 'em try and tell you we grew it just for rope
you can check what we wrote down in our harvest notes:
we separated seeds that we found more potent,
in layman's terms we were in to getting bent.


Smokin' out the Continental Congress,
everybody's ******* be like all up on us.
Patrick Henry's in the corner, lookin' pretty spent
Ben Franklin got so high he forgot to be President.

Your girl just said she never had it hit so good,
smoked so many trees my ******' teeth turned wood
and if they make a monument to me when I die
it'll be a giant abstract Joint up in the sky, ha ha!

But, you know they're gunna whitewash me;
make up some corny **** about me choppin' cherry trees.
It's hard to control a people if their Founder's a ****
so they'll just teach that I was all prayers, puppies and hugs.

But, that just ain't the way it was
we set this whole place up with a hell of a buzz;
so next time they try and to tell you that this stuff is wrong,
look at a dollar, light a blunt, ******' sing my song:


Sell drugs, run guns,
nail ***** and **** the law. (**** the law!)
We're Founding Fathers; we're Rushmore ****
and we were all high as *****.
The Declaration of Independence
I wrote so high I'm surprised it makes sense
but we find these truths to be self-evident:
it goes puff puff pass and next round you get skipped.

We're the Founders, and we found this
and we found this on Cannabis.
We're the Founders, and we found this
and we found this on Cannabis.

Mount Rushmore Crew;
A stone monument to some monumental stoners; a-ha-ha!
G. Washington, T. Jefferson, and A. Lincoln
and **** that other guy; Calvin Coolidge?
Whoever the ****...
We history.
Matalie Niller Jun 2012
Let's do **** together
**** some ghosts eat some zombie innards and outers
eat me
I got big lovely brains
taste like warm honey
stickiest of the icky
mickey mouse club house
getting twisted up in your zipper
bring it on down to my dimension
the fifth
pleading for mercy or attention
maybe to be left alone with a stack of cash
crash the waves against the starry night
kiss me you fool
****** ***** ape
gaping at a film reel like it's more interesting than my emotions
****
need some distractions
always some abstraction
of false affection or sobriety
gimmee a break, a piece o' dat ***
bongrips to make you feel blind
yeah that's it
what's his name?
Still remember
flash back to brown eyes and sweet stares
smiles to make a belly shrink and swell
selfish in needing a gentleman
wanting to turn him naughty
make him an inmate who hasn't seen a woman in 40 years
too late
fall down some stairs
wake up with bruises, confuses the neighbors
shut up I'm fine
always fine
always lyin
God I love the summer
Jonathan Keeley Apr 2015
what would you say. if i said. that i thought. that you loved me
just for a second in time. but for now you’re above me
picking chrysanthemums by the lake never felt so appealing
teaching me how to speak cause you're a decent human being
those peachy rose cheeks would you mind if i picked one
surrounded by that soft tan from playing in that big sun
and your name should be Pooh cause your persona is honey
my queen bee yessiree she makes the stickiest worries funny
though hey. yes i know. that you don’t really love me
but one day. it will pass. like the spring. blossom lovely
s/o to my hot french teacher she's dope
the moon must be crazy
in the way that it glows
when it does,

for only ***** things
happen at night,

at twilight is when the
hungry men prowl
for the ripened darlings
in their lacy things -

when the fingers of
the raving ones
are stickiest in their
rabid breaths,

in the time that
wallows in the dust
of the stars' dusky debut
is where the shadows
are livened with
all things creeping
and perilous,

though,

it was in my
silken milk moonbath
that i rinsed the nagging
sharp terrors from my
fortitude undergoing
a quickening,

and in the pool of light
amid the crystal rocks -

that i gave my fervent
wet hearted
soliloquies.

--

lest i forget,

it was in the
late moon's lament
with his opal grand aura
painting softly my glowing path
that i embraced the silent
white cub, in his quaky
ascent who radically
up-ended my
existence.

--

treasured Sir Moon
in your tremulous
spry loon

i trust the satin truth
in the madness you brew.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Poetry is everywhere.

Poetry is color,
it is a knowing glance,
an admiring gaze,
a pair of tear-filled eyes.

Poetry is the slow ascending of tension and a wooden thrill ride
on the stickiest day of the year.

It is the surprised cry of a toothless child
when she discovers her laughing mother
for the umpteenth time
as she plays an infinite game of peek-a-boo.

Poetry is what we see
hear
and experience
conceived, spat out, wrapped up
onto a folded piece
of notebook paper...
handed to a friend;
the gift of a new perspective.

Poetry is everywhere.
J Penpla Feb 2013
-Quell your qualm with a quill
Ease your uneasiness with ink
Ponder with a pen, if you will
That’s what I do to think
-Think, think again and think it over
And still some thought will be missed
So then, put pen to paper
And think as thoroughly as you make a list
-You’ll agree I’m sure; nothing’s as trusty
As the black on white of a sheet and quality pen
Even the stickiest of mental ‘post-it’s
Fall away again, again and again
-Case and petty point here
This thought would have been left for dead
If it weren’t for this puny pencil
And what little was left of its lead.
-When your mind is bogged, ‘cause your thoughts are clogged
Know you have an outlet in your hand
Find your pace, it’s not a race
Just trust your flow and know your brand
-Someone coined it, not sure who
Idle hands are the devil’s play thing
So let them dance, in a cursive trance
Spelling a song you’re proud to sing
I often pick up a pen just to unwind- Writing this was such a case with a little purpose. Couldn't help it from getting a little cheesy, but I didn't want to scrap it.
Check the flows that double dutch
Even make Frankie's bus double clutch
Overtime im over time **** a limit
Landed on Plymouth rock hard to knock
Me out of the box like womens of Deborah *** we can't be friends
If you only after dividends no pretend
Suckas leechin' as an extend
No ropes to hang on im so long gone
Toxic ozone folks get the prolong
Once they hear the words over the song
Beat on my chest like king kong ding ****
Managers said i was wrong  for soundin' his gong
All ya heard was a bell that wrung sprung by my quick blow a pro dynamite pyro
Stick to what ya know rapper's in slo mo
Once I get the shine and glow
Like a disco ball not many wanna brawl
Flint cells spark it well til ya thoughts swell
Got ya head spinnin' like a carousel
So it never fails silenced ya cartel
Once all hell breaks loose you choose?
Flatten ya caboose aint no **** truce
Once I flex the duece duece **** a loose goose
After I'm done I chunk up the duece
Then sit back & sip that Canadian mudded moose


My double o three fifty seven sending ****** like Bronson to heaven
Prefer Mack elevens blood stained veteran
From the pain held within' my war brethrens  
Never shed tears to the ears of fears
Drawn by an illusion broke the boostin'
Cuz I ain't use to loosin' cruisin'
Through enemies my way on the highway
Smoke the stickiest joints watch me anoint
From styles that point like a compass
Needle nose see how the magnet flow
Level ya degrees breezin' through the trees
Mother nature is a tease
Cure all diseases
Im raps remedy if you ain't a friend of me
Might as well become one with the cemetery
Minus the obituary fools hurry and worry
Haters say and pray that "the demons take you away"
But they get no say nay I'm all about the grey
Clouds speak loud when the Sunshine's not allowed
Lunargrandee Jul 2015
Maybe it's just me maybe it's the memories that we never made that keeps me so close to you. Everything's familiar to me except the touch from your palms on my skin. Is it just me? Yes I'm staining my dreams with the imprints of you. Yes I know I'm disappointing because I've been stuck to this like a child who has been eating the stickiest candy for the longest time with no worries. I keep on going back to you. I want to sing to you. I want to read to you. I never want to see your ******* face ever again. I never want to ******* hear from you ever again. I want to tear down all the walls you've made me build. I want to tear myself down to the foundation of before we started. I want I want I want. I don't want to sit in the corners of your mind and rock myself back and forth crazy over you. *******. I hate you. I'm trying to tear down these walls but I ******* can't. I'm too weak. I hate myself too much it's taken everything in me. I love you still no matter what you say or however many girls you go through. I can't do this. I will think of you always even when I don't want to. I will say ******* and then under my breath I will always apologize 4 times before my next sentence. I can't do this I'm sorry. Please stop doing this to me. Please stop I'm trying so bad. I will hate my guts and these walls always I'm sorry.
He's the stickiest sweet
You'll ever meet
And he's gonna get stuck in my teeth
If you're into that crew
He'll get stuck in yours too
But remain just right out of reach
Masterpiece lyrics check the swordfish I dish
Kiss a death wish dismiss wacks off of my list
Check my program holding grams double grands
Millions of followers in the stand high rage demands
Still shooting holding looters with da clan thoughts planned
Carefully maybe it's crazy that I'm off the purple hazey
Royalty like Musa watch for the Medusa choosers
With my lovers undercover mother's scraping utters
Haters stutters but smooth like butter over cakes
Icing mic sounds nice and slicing kills enticing
Riots to melees lyrical savagery ghetto Socrates
Touch the whole nation calmly blaze stationary
500 serie benzie rolling on twinkies  girls badder than Pinky
You can tell I'm stinky from the rza's pores rapin the turntables
You know I'm able once I came with Cain ease no pain
Orange juice see ya girl dancing with me in the rain
No strains sick half brained cut off the freebase lane
Moves Swifty higher bid dynasty who defying me?
Close shop sceneries got more spills than a refinery
Oil blood spoils murders loyal bite the thick pollos
Season off the bicho pendejelos catch bullet holes
Can't shake this cold rhyme scaffolds Sonny goals
Gangsta **** hard to hit so guard ya **** code legits
Too ill to quit once I clock the hammers jammers
Souls in my chambers known as a slammer **** ya
King of the ****** Sam's I am eat green eggs and ham
Off the chain ridges left off the membrane rusty stain
Rogue embraced make ya powerless manifest
The darkest power to shower you can't flex the sour
Patch chrome rachets shooting like rockets pockets
Picked off the fakery bakery cakes to a higher degree
See the big Yosef illmatic linked with the Wu- Family



Cultivate actions black statues chillin' on Staten
Island yo that boy Yosef wilding no gliding patents
Inventist Solomon notary pointed as a bliss crisp
Off of the beat stickiest sweets mellow beats
Let my melanin groove to the heats of the greets
BPM watching for the grims circlin' above the rims
I stay sky high birds eye view guns dipped in cocoa
Chocolate within cursed a win inside of a sin blend
Never sip Henny under any weather how can ya endeavor
The words is clever to connected to sever however
I'm still on top hard not to cop let the head bop crops
Sitting over major land rolling black hands glands
Filling chumps knock out the humps in the page
No slaves here adhere the glowing spear pierce a pier
Boating rhymes an ocean coastin' **** a notion
Negative swayers catch the AK'ers wicked players
Street monopoly capitalize property plus the forty
Acres can't shake us or take us we grave stakers
Stalk ya very walks smooth talks of a iller chiller thriller
Like Jackson mad action Cuban links for satisfaction
**** laced so I can get a stars ******* taste wait
It's too late I'm tripping tipping off braille faith relate
To the reals fake posed for a natural shield mad grills
Looking for ways to rotten ya wills afloat the bill
Capitol Hill cycling shills let's make a deal for real?
Stimulus checks ain't nothing but left over drug bust
Keep it on the hush Hilary still eating the crust
Off of the American lies
see the eagle wings failed must have caught a crimp in its eye
Huh I flex chrome metals street annoynmous general polished black macks exposin' ya brain mineral no sentimentals
Wear twisted back hats no snapbacks
But crack backs like a master snaps
Whiplash leave an unhealible **** all about my maths
No subtractions only additions
Or divisions lone ranger invokiñ' danger
Out of a broken manger thirty first round in the chamber
Fully clips unload mute y'all lips sink ships
Casket closed no sweat on my nose
Once I seen the body froze then back
My ***** goes and grows inside ya girls pussyhole
Stay swole
Breakin' her urge ****** it's homocidal
Tryna step to a dangerous crew drinkin' brews
Intoxicated off of rhymes makin' dimes
On pennies feelin' like Hill Benny
Anoint my mind state with the stickiest joints
All bullets point at me but can't harm me
Ricochet all day either way I'm still gone slay
With the verbal AKs splittin' toupees these days
Haters follow make ya headless sleepy hallow
None could borrow lyrics flow like water
Prepared for slaughter from the tidal waves
Made brave weak hearts I crave and save
Brailled faith like Jesus to Judas watch shootaz
Waiting in corner to put me in the coroners
But **** that I refuse to be a spiritual foreigner



Raindrops from the clouds it's mother nature's cry
Opening her thighs ******* all over the skies
See the sin that hides over the masses my mind crashes and clashes
With stupidity of humanity I'll be **** G
If i can't blast away these evilness that trys to stay
Know to many homies buried by the Glocks
Caught up in the ticks and tocks of deaths clock
Onto the afterworlds spirits locked
And will they be able to knock
on heavens or hells door check carcasses blood all over the floor
Makes the grass grow see how the winds blows
It's another spiritual signing but real folks ain't finding
The ways of Ecclesiastes Lord left us tactics
Follow Elijah's commandmants got **** it can't stand it
Madness dancing around thoughts drowned
In the water tryna stay afloat on top of things
My mind rings but it's hard since evil and good are rival siblings
They stay firing forever will be hiring
The next dummies to exchange
There souls over riches for temporary gains
Ables turn Cain once greed spreads in their membrane
Consciously unspoken cuz they broken
By false apperance happinesses cloakin'
Watched for hataz and spiteful tokens
Sit back relax before ya body be drenched by bullets in red soakin

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