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Park Jongwon Jan 2015
My hero is here
to save me
from the troubles

His strong arms and legs
His powerful mouth
His strategical brain

My hero was here
to save me and
He is here
to save me
from the troubles
Westley Barnes Sep 2016
Immaculate Breakfast

I should congratulate myself on choosing the Raisin stuffed and Lemon Drizzle Scones
Who else would?
Spill the milk gently into granola and berry cereal
And an Immaculate breakfast is laid out in front of me
Like a pastoral English farm valley disturbed by thunder in a Turner painting
Which makes you consider how the sunset depicted must have occurred on a Sunday and
you can almost hear the firebrand puritanical country church sermon that was lanced unto the congregation that morning.
But the sun's high and full of itself here-urban nature's reliable humblebrag.

Underwhelming Work Routine

The reason I doublebag tea -most apparent in its amber hue before the whisker of a milkdrop eases the cannonroll
Is that I need to be aware
Of my shortcomings-personal, financial, strategical, spinal, ******, lexical
While typing out this or the next sentence on a screen that could really do with some Mr Clean
-A line that sounded like it made far more sense in my head
A head that is probably in need of a good dose of Ms Benzedrine
A dilemma which lays the foundations of an oft shoddy, disingenuous, misappropriated, underwhelming work routine.

Oh, the work gets completed
just with far more of an effort and
far less of the breezy confidant
self-satisfaction than I originally intended.
And the tea needs to keep me awake
or else I would daydream restlessly, evoking
rats in cages who make political decisions and far away destinations where
I can at last make my life
completely redundant, or, whisper it, a success.

But that's the great kicker of working life, isn't it?
You make a meal out of the easy stuff
And wish the good bits didn't capture people's attention.
Brandon B Thomas Feb 2014
Scared , bruised and battered from the people that matter

Holding onto your faith visualizing Gods strategical patterns

& afterwards, small events make us roll backwards

Danger in anger makes the minor things we have not even matter

Actions lead to a reaction , consequences & sentencing

Imagine a better life living the life of actresses in movie scenes

Allow your mind to ponder while you relax your feet in water

Let every moment simmer while skies grow dimmer , tempuratures rising while you begin to shiver

Ask yourself why am I  constantly in his picture

Never doubt the power behind your mind , your word, your scripture , your soul

Actually realize when you two fight?  guilt swallows him whole

Yearning for motherly love , love became his drug

Making him ill inside , all he needs is a hug

Care free living isn't wise , no emotion in eyes , when he cries
highly capable ,more than beautiful , soul better than soul food , he says those words are you

Tip toeing in the direction of you , but before he makes his mark he thanks our father for you

Thank You for the beauty within her soul he says , & Thank You for eye sight & the roof over my head

I thank you father but i ask you for one more thing ?
Don't let me lose the woman that sings the rhythm I bring

Ready to end his prayer he kisses the bible & says amen

Everything written now glistens, since spoken into existense ,allow your mind to listen & find the piece of the puzzle missing
J Penpla Apr 2013
Am I more than just bones and blood and skin?
A device of wires and cell-ements?
A jester’s motley plucked from some King’s bin?
Or bolts and gears, a cluster of junk
Divinely tossed together
From what? The dump’s tickle-trunk?
Nay, better yet: pearls for eyes
And a mass of sinew’ed sand
Torn-roots for legs, Venus fly-traps for hands?
All oversimplifications for this, my assigned vehicle
Assembled in such a way, inexplicably strategical
This drawn by these dextrous digits
Deftly delegated by this complex cerebral contraption
Which egotistically instigated this imaginative introspection
Mostly rhetorical
The Widow Aug 2016
Cheaper. An easier pill to swallow
The damage being offset
Creating room
Doing its bit

Cheaper. The lesser the poorer.
Demoralising to a point
Breaking down its own bonds
on elemental scale
separating

Cheaper. Recording all poisonous options
in a first book
Selecting two or three at a time
to move across
maps lines on the floor.

Cheaper. Strategical
Money Saving Bed Hopping
Toast of Castle Fortuna
Saved by righteous Londinium
and forgetful of wild efforts
Only 90s Kids Will Remember Nostradamus Apprehension
Mike Hauser Sep 2014
You may think that I am famous
Can't recall my name but
You've seen me hang out with the stars

Believe me I'm right there with ya
I'm in their every picture
They don't know me but I know who they are

Thought it'd do me a world of good
To move out West to Hollywood
And try to get my name put up in lights

I myself see nothing wrong
Being the king of the Photo Bomb
Though I'm still matinee and not full price

When I see a major star
I run up to their fancy car
And kindly open up the door

They all give me the strangest glance
When they can't quite place me yet
They feel they've seen me somewhere before

I'm at the next table in the restaurant
Sitting smiling nonchalant
Big toothy grins when the flash bulbs go pop

I'm the guy by the swimming pool
In the Speedo looking cool
Waiting on the Photo Bomb to drop

Or the guy on the red carpet
Expertly placing my spinning head
At the perfect strategical angle

So when the picture does appear
In all the Major Rags for years
I'll be more famous than Charlie Rangel

Those of us that'll never make it
Can anyone really blame us
For trying to slide our way to the top

It's all I really know how to do
If you really must know the truth
My only claim to fame...the Photo Bomb
sheloveswords Nov 2016
The need to be needed
is falsity alone
your journey is your rode
perfectly carved for your feet
intentionally prone to your stride

the repetition
the system
the matrix caving in and expanding as one
intertwined
***** dancing

the insult to be able to breathe
is a bullet to my gun

a breath taken before conceived
a birth before life begun

surround and bond the thieves
LETS THROW THEM TO THE WOLVES!
but the sheep are asleep
during the battle of the war

during the only chance to defeat
the front line that you've been assigned to

they put your very own flesh and blood
as an opponent
their horses are galloping with death
on their breath to find you

are you too blinded by the smoke from your guns or the smoke from your lungs?
the plots to dehumanize, destroy, and abandon  your young
doesn't mind you?
Does the mysteries and fulfillment of the Most High not find you?

Peace and Wisdom are the most beautiful women
still awaiting for your attention
for your focus
this war we are fighting against our own flesh and blood is it worth it?

the man you are killing
the life you are stealing
do you know that is your brother?
that woman crying and dying over the lifeless body of her son, did you know that is your mother?

IF Yah was just

Please open your eyes and realize
His hands are on us
We are made in His Image
We are made in His Love
His living words breath right inside us
but you wont be able to see it until you wake up

wake up, soul
wake up
you've been asleep to long
the street lights are on
and it time to make up
for way that has been lost from the generations of slumber and strategical attacks to break up the most deepest fulfilling intimate connection that you will have in this present of a lifetime.
Travis Green Jun 2020
I am a handsome black man filled with a dope soul,
a hypnotic flow, authentically fresh and blessed by God,
swirling seas of spectacular magic, heavenly songs
streaming in my lungs, all beat rocking, heavy knocking,
heart stopping, a chocolate brother with all the finesse,
vivid colors of the world embodying pure bliss, swift
streams of sweetness mixed in with the greatest dreams
radiating thrilling discoveries, serene, clean-shaven,
bursting with exquisite history.  I am rich in taste,
a glorious escape, a great lover of nature, extreme
determination and inspiration, a stunning smile,
so strategical and logical, a complex mind traveling
beyond time, sight-seeing, breathing in the lovely
scenery, the green trees and leaves grooving to the beat
of the breeze as I relax into the stillness surrounding me.
Travis Green Nov 2022
You are a memorable and magnificent
Man of fashion, peerless pretty boy
Untouchable upper-class smash
A thrilling teaser, bruiser, and cruiser
A tasty kissable lady-killer

Your glowing eye-opening dopeness is
Radiant gargantuan enchantment
Commanding on-demand wonderment
I am so obsessed with your sexily stellar savviness
Your attention-grabbing mouthwatering splashiness

You unleash unbelievably legit and wicked heat
Untapped mantastic trap king
Literally stealthy heavy-hitter
I can never set aside my divine, undying love
For your solely smoking seductiveness

You give me a sneak-peek
At your cheat-sheet on your irresistible
And strategical litness
My magical formula composed
Of remarkably joyous erotica and poetica

Eminently heavenly and sensual
More than a hot new rookie
More like the smoothest and biggest crook
That keeps me deeply shook
Dangerous big-time fineness

Dapper jacked babe magnet
Such kickass legendary magicalness
You are a ravishing research report
On jaunty jaw-dropping art
That charms and collars my heart
Travis Green May 2020
There was no one
in the world like him

He was an elegant king
filled with great imagination,
inspirational, and highly creative

He was perfection
smooth swag
a strategical man
challenging my mind
the more I spent time with him

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