"subs" poems
I last saw her in Santiago
******* drunkenly in a Sub urban taverna
parading conceited pride in a twisted union
with that ******** heinous maniacal harlequin
each in vainglorious throes of their imagined septic mindfuck
Debauch celebration of collaboration of succubus and incubus
Some days she is saying Haloa in Hawaii
adorned as Sainti Maria the ***** now as Madonna
spewing words like a dove acting like a Nun in a Convent
the fiendess with two faces hiding her ****** like the ace in lace
the malignant serpent crawling in the duality of her neurosis
I last saw her in Santiago
In a sanctity of the poisoned insecures with exiguous minds
consumed with flaming fears she begs acceptance for inclusion
******* for percieved reflected glory from her fathers' jailers
The subjugated souls of chai wallah lives on in grandchildren
So when Santi Maria flirts from honey to beehive
Ready to ***** and part thighs and brain for minor pointing gun
Feel sorry for a damaged child devoid of a prime core never made
only obeisance to past rulers whose discarded cast-offs she wears
Her poems enchants but its virulent tools she takes in her body
I last saw her in Santiago
A slaved two-faced pretender who sings like a nightingale
In sub urban dives she postrates to friendly pats and gropes
Melting creeps and hot tigers begging subs for a heady drink
Brilliant yet blindsided to **** on knees as her children will too
Copyright@LaurenceA20thSept2018Allrightsreserved.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
Sorry to...
Hit yo noes
like a brick of green
Like the grass that grow
nourished by the Celtic saints that know
Man tell a lie better make it true
if you don’t, then what do I make of you?
Now Wonder Woman
no wonder were human
bringing Brooklyn
some thunder hoodlum
My baited brown eyes look up and down you
Mile marker .66
and I’m still hitting this
crisp as a chrysalis
you may be the eyewitness
of my fist to this
more like the wittiness
of my pen tip dipped in ambergris
I get around you get the gist
healing hands I mend the cyst
with broken hands I gripped the rich
don't understand
don't worry
like Krishna I persist
zzzz Slept on like
The buzz of viciousness
**** the violence
turn the red to VIOLET
just look right through my eyes slit
Now and then
divine feminine deigned
to grace my face again
turned fake eyes to grin
false pride, double subs, and sin.
Complete appreciation, genuflected form reflected in
this fertile goddeSS
who puts the seeds in season
She see through SnakeS and reedS when
She based in wiSdom
reaSon
designed to take the basest race
from darkest depths to airs of divine space
till we’re flushed with grace
some are hushed by my ace in the whole
I'm a S33ker throwing axes
but YOU better only call me
an axehole
when
I
mis
s
.
***** simple as this.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC
look at those utters
now do as i say
your gaze melts my *****
**** my **** all day
your really pretty
i will love your ***
i dont mind if its ******
what i would do for your *****
You may be the slave
but i love your feet
i could kiss them all day
aren't they sweet
so your the slave
and im the master
come lick my ***
can you do it faster
i will **** you and hurt you
when ever i please
ill stick my **** inside you
i dont like a tease
i love yourl *******
more then i can stand
i could lick it all day
it never taste bland
i want it up
i want it down
if i cant have it
i get a frown
it taste so good
i never get enough
i eat it up
better then a cream puff
if something comes out of it
i really don't mind
i love caviar
but not in a jar
its truly religious
could it be god
incredibly delicious
i know it sounds odd
your ******* is cute
it sends me to bliss
can i prey to it
what about ****
oh yeah i love **** to
i kiss it all night
yummy yum goo
you say its real tight
ok ***** and toes
now im in tears
god i love subs
especially whoes
yes i love ankles
o my lord i love feet
kiss then 4 ever
aren't they sweet
when i see ****
my **** gets so hard
i like them all sizes
but i don't need a yard
then comes the men-strum
for only 3 days
its my very favorite time
i love it always
if your a lady
and don't give it up
and get all ******
go get a pup
if you don't think so
i wont be around
i love ***** *****
all tied and bound
so come to me sub
i love you i do
lets go to bed
i wana **** you :)
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
You already know why I'm here don't you?
I would tell you but you are so smart,
Probably heard all this before
Here comes the lies
The pattern of my life
I am happier now a days
I can see more light than ever before
Its like life really wants me
Can relate with me so well
When I smell the fresh air
I know that there is still a world for me
In the city or in the subs
Someone is there
I haven't fantasized in a long lime
Its been months since my last urge
I have never attempted, not even once
You know me
I smile and I laugh
My eyes are dry
If I need to cry,
The tears will come
My poems are getting happier too
You can feel the sun
It radiates from the words,
The verbs,
The nouns,
And the pronouns,
You really know how to help me
The music is so fresh
My sleep has never been better
I am glad that I feel better
I would tell you if anything was wrong
I trust you
I know you want to help
I have never been happier
Waking up I know is a blessing
You have helped me in every way
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
.
• they say light-
ning never stri-
kes • twice in
the very same
place•not as
if it chooses
the person
it likes•nor
has it targ-
eted a familiar face • growing
accustomed to these repeated
jolts•i stay fro-
zen in anticip-
tion•for subs-
equent influx
of volts•is th-
is love or me-
re petty infa-
tuation?•ca-
n't believe my luck • be-
cause time... and again,
inevitably•i
stand here,
apparently
struck•e-
very ti-
me you
cast a...
a gla-
nce
at
•
ME•
.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
The machinesed drones droning ozones
made of homogenised genes by replicants
from clinical doctrines and empirical indulgences
Soulless and efficient, bred for duties destructives
Capitalist fodder, programmed ready for earth's ****
Regulate as required, inputted subs with pigs hearts
Made followers with voracious appetite for blood
mechanised barbarians on leash with one track mix
Human shire horses in designer shods and faulty gauges
Manufactured manufacturers limited and corollated
Factories, dormitories partnered with like, watered
and bedded till tomorrow, audiod to the Sterling whip
Given ample ales, keep blinded and chained
Distract and cater to baser instincts, *** *** ***
Free 'love' free *** valueless values, what values
Enjoy kids must return to work desk seven on the dot
Time is money, clogs and production
waits for no man, do or your pleasures denied
Money, money money, honey for bees, honey for drones
Soulless, dehumanised, pale, aged at thirty, heart attacks next
Vacuous ghost programmed dunces
Malfunctioning entities devoid of humanity
Superficial plasticated robots, destruction default
Industrial pieces with industrial minds
Chemicalized drunks with wired brains
They roam around screaming freedom and power!
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
quanta is better understood outside of physics,
on a grander scale -
quantum is a quality suggestion that
makes two (to, too) things auto-suggestive
as pertaining in the matter -
never mind - take the concept of quanta
out of physics and you get
a man readying himself for a controlled
coma having his wisdom teeth removed,
with the anaesθetician asking about
the readers' digest, the patient replying
quo vadis? / dokąd idziesz? then
the great sleep plateau - 'where are you going?'
puts any man off, whether boxer,
or paediatrician - ****** lays dead floored
for a minute, plays the dog game: play dead,
tongue hanging ready for a guillotine.
CHOP! and there goes the tail of a Doberman
(jamnik / dachshund on stilts)
and a ρoττł-
y
woo woo woo chim chimney
cha cha cha ooh
the rotting wail - rottweiler -
-ειλερ;
you never mention the u with the v due to
the chisel ease, then again, you don't
say double-o'h but say double u -
too shay frowning at a shave;
****** i'll make your language my playground
given all these post-colonial ***** aiming
for a signature and credentials,
this **** could pass the London brigade,
but take it to York, it would be a massacre
of a bureaucratic lapse of credentials...
a viking invasion more-or-less;
oh **** quantum physics, Charles Dickens
and the Victorian Era - Jack the Ripper the antonym,
both are the desired cages of energy requiring expression
to make testimony that such an age existed,
a particular congregate of expression, never universal,
boxes and pockets, however much inside one
is a question of your dietary requirement,
quantum physics is better explained with history
than hard science, and atoms, or the craze of subs,
people need a bigger picture, not everyone own
a ******* microscope or a telescope,
teach quantum physics using history:
Philippe Augustus of France mattered,
at the Battle of Bouvines - Otto IV? not so much.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
What rhymes with love?
Can I **** and say dove?
then you say a word "Camera",
Now I'm thinking to ride a Chimera!
Common is the guitar,
now you want to play a Sitar,
as you watch movies with subs,
cute anime overdubs,
Up early as three in the morning,
you notice mosquitos are roaming,
with last night's hangover,
walked clumsy like a moon rover!
I am a person of rhymes,
until you ring those chimes,
Until you hear an angry gerbil,
I love you much ar
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 4:41 AM UTC
The air conditioner hiccups,
as the second half of
Cole Berlin crosses himself--
a face deeply creased by consequence,
looks to the west,
a surrendering sun fractured--
broken by hundreds of stories--
tons of concrete--
mountains of glass,
and the gentlest gloom.
Mr. Berlin's body devours itself--
as the critics and even the diehard fans
run out of time to play "remember when".
The reality enters,
at first no more than an annoying stomach pang,
then growing,
feasting,
shouting,
until each cell knows--
no time for the comeback.
Whatever beams of sun were once banded,
now dismiss themselves,
as night subs in--
Mr. Berlin, closes the curtains of his mind,
falls to the floor,
"Sorry folks, no encore this time".
A week he lay festering,
no more a replica--
only a ruin.
A fly in a web,
rotating on a world without end,
the record, it spits, skips, smolders in ditch,
contaminating the soil,
the virus gently purrs perfection,
no hiccup, no hallucination--
only swag up for collection.
Mar 14, 2011
Mar 14, 2011 at 7:12 PM UTC
ALERTS TO FINANCIAL AND MILITARY THREATS IN 2012 EUROPE
By John Cleese (British writer, actor and tall person):
The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent events in Syria
and have therefore raised their security level from "Miffed" to
"Peeved." Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to
"Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not
been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran
out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to "A ******
Nuisance." The last time the British issued a ****** Nuisance" warning
level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.
The Scots have raised their threat level from ****** Off" to "Let's get
the ******** They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they
have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror
alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France
are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent
fire that destroyed France 's white flag factory, effectively paralyzing
the country's military capability.
Italy has increased the alert level from "Shout Loudly and Excitedly"
to "Elaborate Military Posturing." Two more levels remain: "Ineffective
Combat Operations" and "Change Sides."
The Germans have increased their alert state from "Disdainful Arrogance"
to "Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs." They also have two higher
levels: "Invade a Neighbor" and "Lose."
Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat
they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels.
The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy.
These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish
navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.
Australia , meanwhile, has raised its security level from "No worries" to
"She'll be alright, Mate." Two more escalation levels remain: ****** I
think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!" and "The barbie is
cancelled." So far no situation has ever
warranted use of the last final escalation level.
A final thought -" Greece is collapsing, the Iranians are getting
aggressive, and Rome is in disarray. Welcome back to 430 BC."
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
Hop hopeless off the L
searching for hell
"works" "works"
"subs" "subs"
"Bars" "Bars"
"Xanny Bars"
The Avenue Chant
Howl the diseased infected addicted ****
The Avenue Chant
an open drug bazaar is a beautiful thing for one playing the beautiful *****
Requiem for a Nightmare
You ask what I need
knowing what I want
Hop down the corner
You know the best spot
they got the fire
I got a house to burn
You ask, can I get one?
I think in first person with a laugh
perhaps I would give you a leg for one
I see you could use it
We keep walking
you keep limp, limp, limping down....
Cambria
Crutches clacking off the littered decaying pavement
The boys are out in town (when aren't they)
the block is hot (as always)
I wait around the corner
You do my ***** business
Our ***** business
Everyones ***** business
You swing back, deed done, dirt in hand
awwww
yeahhhhh
the stamp is cobra
I remember this **** mm.
this **** is good
The printed snake swims up and out
siphoned from a tiny
baby
blue
bag
cleansing all insecurities, all fear, all humanity.
We limp along
You tell me how you ended up on these streets
wife kicked you out, job fired you, veterans insurance cut you.
The American dream as it looks, on Kensington streets,
circa2013
etc. etc. etc
I feel bad, but, not really, emotional skeleton,
Numbed.
I leave you with some rocks, not much,
then go off kicking
rocks all the way Redrocks
H>O<W
long can I continue without being caught in crosstalk.
A skinny white privileged boy from the suburbs
seeing his future
trotting away before his eyes
The
everlasting
haunting
crouching
limping
creature of death
A
rotten
old one
legged
......junk
Y
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
I hide my feelings & maybe it's not the smartest thing do, But it's mostly bc I'm a fool for you.
I'm falling for the idea of you
Not knowing the real you
It's dangerous
It excites me, but I've noticed it might not be the right combination of things ....
It's the type of excitement where you're blind and don't care
It's the type where you speak in subs bc you're afraid to speak your feelings
It's the kind of excitement you don't want, but see I never really minded all that bc I still didn't know the real you & I'm not the type
To judge just bc I really like you.
In reality I gave you to much hype
It wasn't fair to me bc I ended up tripping. See I forgot you told me your not a good catcher, but I still put my trust in you & I wanna beat myself up for thinking I ever had a chance with you....
I was and still am fool for you...
I tried everything I could for you.
I should've known it wasn't gonna work, from the jump one of us was already hurt. We want the same things, but we also lack the same things. I covet you... And it's wrong for you..... & me...
I thought we were meant to be
Just bc we're the same sign you & me. But just bc we're the same sign doesn't mean we can be the perfect mix. I wanted the idea of you. The thought that we were perfect me & you. The romance, the passion, the strength, the deepness, & .... & I was wrong.... I thought it was something that would make us fall together, but instead we fell apart without being together. I tell myself that we met the wrong way or maybe bc we live to far away, but then it hit me; if it was meant to be it would've been. See I believe things always happen for a reason. God knows who to put in your path and why he does it we only know after it happens. Idk why he put you in my path or why I was put in your path. All I know is after I met you I don't use that website I met you on, I don't look for anyone I wasn't really looking for someone in the first place. You just stood out to me. I took a chance ..... It didn't fail, it just needs real feeling or deep convos not lols or nahs ... In reality idk why I felt it was necessary to write all this you might not even read all this. ... I just hope that you take the time to read all this..
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
How I miss it
The taste of tequila
Warm
Acidic
Slithering down the back of my throat
Blooming hot in my limbs,
Reaching each fingertip
Numbing
Bubbly sprinkle font
Shrouding my brain
In happy thought
Carefree wistful abandon
The burning choke
Of refer flower
Swaying my body to the
Rhythm
Of life
THIS MOMENT
His taste
The beat of his drum
Thumping
Thumping
Pounding
Madness
So caught up in him
I no longer am
Hooked
Shared
With his cosmic love
Submerged in subs trance
Lost to the essecence of the right now
Def to the whispers of tomorrow
In this moment I
Exist
As I have longed to
To just be
Me
Carefree
Floating on Cloud 12
Because Cloud 9 is full of want to be's
Ignoring the rancid truth of reality
Lost to it
Within it
Attention held by one and many
The shuttering, shake of atmosphere
His breathe the back of neck chill
Goose flesh intensity
Tangled in sensation
Over-infatuation.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 2:48 PM UTC
On Star Trek: TOS; what u'll often see
is an alien woman who can assume the
guise of any & every woman or an army
of beautiful duplicate women; these are
fembot prototypes; apart from feminist
Number One there are dominants & subs
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
The kind of cars
that I like,
are those 87' monte carlos,
subs
big as aircraft carriers
in the back.
Gold spoke
wheels,
able to turn
holes in the sky.
Chameleon
paint jobs,
green
and full
in the sun,
fading to black
and
glossy
in the shadows.
When I was a teenager,
the kings
used to ride by
in the
monte carlos
with open
windows
letting loose
a humbling roar
so loud
that it
put
ubiquitous vapors
into
the air.
The neighborhood smelled
like the thumping
and the hard hum
of their vibrating
windshields.
The kings
always
let the car slide slowly
in neutral,
and as they took
stock of their domain,
Their glossy gold fronts
made you realize
why gold
was
so important
each tooth looked like
a tablet of commandments.
Our wife-beaters
were
stained with ketchup
and other things
that bleach could never
get out,
and we smelled
funny.
But the kings
wore hawaiian shirts
and smoked
cigars.
The kings
were the preachers.
One of the kings
was Luke's brother,
whenever he stopped at a corner
we'd pile around
putting our fingerprints everywhere
until
he told us
to
**** off,
don't you have any
home-training?"
Luke would stand closest,
squinting
as he leaned on the driver-side
window,
all that bass
hammering
his bones.
"How much
did you pay for it?"
Reggie would ask
from the back,
peeking his head over,
trying to see
the king.
The king would smile,
and say
"enough."
we'd all be rapt.
He'd get a call
on his cellphone,
and we
would come up
with crazy numbers.
Luke didn't even know
how much
was
"enough".
The kings held the secret
of god
and power.
I wanted to be as close to god
as they were,
I wanted to know the secret
to contentment.
I wanted to come back home
with money like
the kings with gold teeth.
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:42 PM UTC
I downloaded Duolingo,
thought, “Cool, I’ll learn some French!”
But now that little owl
got me living on the bench.
I opened it for practice,
just fooling around,
but now I know Korean—
about two hundred words down!
I practice small sentences,
I sound kinda neat,
like (saranghae) —
and sometimes (shebal!) in heat.
Chinese is harder,
I’ll admit with a sigh,
but hey, twenty words—
I can still order chai.
I skipped one single lesson,
just ONE—don’t roll your eyes,
next thing I know he’s texting me:
“Practice… or goodbyes.”
I chase K-dramas nightly,
my goal is quite clear:
understand the crying scene
before subs appear!
But the owl is relentless,
he haunts me in my dreams,
taps on my window,
and silently screams.
I drill German phrases
before I even pray,
and sometimes I swear I hear him whisper:
“Now… Italian with me.”
So if one day you see me
laugh, gasp, or freeze,
just know it’s not me losing it—
it’s that green-eyed nightmare
telling me to learn… or else.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC
the factory workers of my prefrontal cortex
are on a raucous strike because,
the train chugging them to lunch breaks at my amygdala
has been broken down for days.
and the now strained relay of packets of faxes from this neuron
to the one all the way south on Abbey Lane,
is creating untold pressure for Wernicke -
so forgive me if i ask you to rephrase.
despite the absent hoarded salivating mouths,
the deli in my amygdala keeps on producing
thousands of ******* italian subs,
so now the place floods with grease-sweat from old meat
that would make a carnivore remit...
and it's seeping, leaking poison to Broca,
who is now refusing to explain herself
to the confused face projected on my retina's blurred screen.
the mitochondria housed in my somatasensory
are all comatose from last night's debauchery.
so everything is still,
numb to the touch
blank on the face
dead in the eyes -
unaware of the incessant twitching
that's rolling through my joints, muscles, skin, sore red thighs.
every nucleus of every cell
restarting again, again, again,
but rebooting isn't clearing the glitch in the system.
so just lie here with me,
broken machine to broken machine -
our hearts still glisten.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Elizabeth, the ****** Queen, left vacant the English throne.
Her Scottish Stuart cousin came and claimed it for his own.
Two nations with one monarchy joined in the Union Jack.
The Scottish lost their nationhood and now they want it back.
Saint Andrews’ Flag of Bonnie Blue will have to be unfurled
if Scotland votes to take its place among nations in the world.
Quebecois and Basques today are eagerly looking on
to see if Scots will vote to tell the English to be gone.
Hadrian’s Wall will, once more, mark where their dominion ends.
Remove your subs from Scapa Flow; your lease is at an end.
There still remains a problem which, just now, occurs to me.
If the English take their Pound with them, what is our currency?
It’s true we’re rich with North Sea oil and better off than Spain.
Yet how do we do business if the Sterling won’t remain.
We need a new “Gold” standard based upon the single malt!
Who needs pounds when we have ounces stored in barrels and in vaults?
So pour me a “MacCallan” on the day the rent comes due.
Hand me a glenfiddich and I’ll purvey food to you..
Our creditors will be well pleased with hints of bog and peat.
We won’t dilute our currency as Scots men drink it neat.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
Drug Sub War
The drug sub became the new menace
Replacing the Toyota engined powerboats
And outdated drug running planes that got splashed
Sleek, able to travel underwater
More than the semi-submersible craft
Using a snorkel like **** U-Boats did
A group of foreign designers made them
Contracted by the drug cartels
To make an almost undetectable vehicle
Costing millions fitted with both low and high tech gear
Like GPS, night and day camera periscope and more
Able to dive at will hundreds of feet below
Remaining silent under battery power
But they didn't realize how persistent the US Navy was
Who specialized in hunting subs and now had a new opponent
Not Red China or Neo Soviet enemy subs hunting American carriers
It was Narco Subs from Central and South America
Each one carrying between one and eight tons of drugs
Pure Class A narcotics to **** North American youth
The US Navy used P-3 Orions, P-8 Poseidens and anti-sub choppers
To find the stealthy subs and take the appropriate measures
Calling destroyers and frigates who chased the subs down
Forcing them to surface with small depth charges
When drug sub crews fought back with machine guns
The navy sank them with all available weapons
For this war war, a war of innocent versus guilty
On the ocean no law court was needed...
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
Inside a mind that wasn't mine
I somehow came to realize
That where I took my thoughts before
Would never matter anymore
The roads I paved had disappeared
And deemed me faulty engineer
Disgraced the pace, upon my face
She saw the wall and did not wait
Suppose I'd tell you what to say
You used to ask me every day
And when I'd talk you'd tune your ears
Then cover up in salty tears
The sea would claim the life you lost
Return to you the latter lot
You held it close so many times
And claimed the right to reconcile
Yet here we are in subs and pars
Collected into mason jars
I'll shatter you, you'll shatter me
Our fragile state will set us free
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
Your long, smooth
Soft surface,
Subs against my
Song smooth
Nails and flesh bound
Hands.
You're so still,
Still sticky and
fresh,
Your blood runs
Warm
Between my toes like
sand, Beautiful
mud.
Angel, sleep i've
Freed you.
No longer
twitching.
You're so still you're so
Porcelain.
Clothing, gone,
why are you so flawless?
Ivory, red,
Why are you so...
dead...?
Lay at peace and
Accept my
Embrace.
You'll be saved but
You remain at present
To be
Mine.
Preserved and
Sticky.
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 10:41 PM UTC
the empires that seep into the marrow
of the bones breaking under the weight of
ghosts from every time period leaden
with unrevolted tools – unreal futures
exchange on tomorrow collaterals
echoes of empty homes unheard amid
the jeering of parliament and bomb drops
racket media revolving doors all’s
for the taking when it comes to foreign
resources or big business building walls
and the means to defend them and to send
people fleeing as if turning treadmills
of off-shore profit in hoards and stomped on
for state’s sake or fossil fuels which are like
investment banking and nuclear subs:
we do not need them, they will **** us all.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
I'm a just keep it 100% real.
I'm from the part of town where the only time you acknowledge your hood is just before a fight.
All I've ever known was lying about living in some rich *** neighborhood comes in handy until your disliked.
Nobody cares about you unless you're pretty, rich or you scare them straight.
2 of my homies have died and 3 are getting life.
So I show no respect to these rappers who rap about what goes on in our lives.
How would you know looking at us behind your ICE? No subs just bars.
But you won't know this struggle until you live ours....
This is for boys who act hard but cry behind closed doors, for the young girls who don't fit in, don't you know were the best kind of weird?
These days will get brighter and my poems shall be happier.
Dedicated to my friends who are trying to get happier...
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
The beauty and the struggle in loving,
It’s really something,
I love, loving.
The affection, the passion, the slight imperfections of the affections I hold dear in my heart,
It’s something authentic,
There was a time when Jada and Will was the aesthetic….
But now I want nothing that resembles them,
I want my own fairy tale a little like the ones on the movie screens, and the book shelves,
One that shares the true beauty of love,
And the beauty of struggle,
The combination of both of them, that makes relationships real,
Now a days I don’t see the balance,
There’s more love, less struggle, or the complete opposite,
All over media, there’s either this perfect picture couple,
Or a toxic situationship
There’s nothing passionate, affectionate, or authentic about it,
This new age is all about “no labels” and throwing in the towel over the little stuff,
Letting the struggle consume the love, over the little things, with arguing, and blocking, and posting subs,
And It ***** because,
there’s truly a beauty in the struggle of loving,
It’s really something,
I love loving.
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC
It won't be long now
America will be attacked
Nuked by Russian subs
New York City
Miami
San Francisco
Los Angeles & San Diego
Will burn in one hour
Russian, Chinese, and North Korean troops
Will conquer and divide America
The antichrist will cause the nations
To make peace
This charasmatic leader
Then will come the chip
A requirement for all people
Those who refuse to take it
Will be taken to FEMA camps
And beheaded
Repent from the place
From which you have fallen
And enter into a relationship with Jeshua
There is only one truth
Only Jesus can save you!
The pope already goes on and says
Those that have not accepted Jesus as savior
Can enter into heaven
He is a filthy liar
Jeshua of Nazareth laughs in heaven
At he plans of the antichrist
And satan
It was satan's pride
That caused him to be thrown down
Do not let your own pride
Be the cause of your damnation
Atheists, buddhists, all quite sure
Of their own way
Have had near death experiences
And been shown the pit
No one who practices homosexuality
Will enter into heaven either
It is an abomination in the eyes of Lord Jeshua
Do you have any idea how many times
You sin each day?
Simply repent unto Jeshua,
And turn from your ways
Soon the world will he connected
This AI system will have access to those
Who take the mark on their forehead
Or on their hand
Take heart, for Jeshua is Lord!
Repent unto Him
For every knee will bow
To Jeshua of Nazareth
He is Lord of Lords
And King of Kings
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC