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"swimmin" poems
Not many people know where the old road goes I’m older now and it seems there are more and more    paved roads that lead to nowhere —    most of the time As a kid, living miles up   a rough potholed, country road — a hike away from the edge a small town   out in the sticks,.. you come to know onliness, blind to a journey alone    I never stepped on cracks in a town sidewalk —   never learned what   "superstitious" was,     like the other kids         from town It wasn't the cracks   in the sidewalk I feared to tread; steppin' on 'em breaks nothing   already broken — It was just all so different than the long walk home where that old road goes — grandma always said: *"follow the creek upstream; it'll always lead you back   where you belong"*    The washboards in the steep narrow road up the hill, were like   muddy stair steps in the rainy season Sometimes I followed on up the creek below to the upper log bridge      swimmin' hole,.. where I learned to listen to the sweet melody of unclouded days; and for a moment I thought I belonged      I still haven't found my way out   of this memory I’m holding onto — because life is just an unstoppable season, passing by     on its own;    like the way      rainwater   in the swollen creek bed flows:    And I'm just another passing September no one will remember —    most of the time Jesse Stillwater ... September 2018
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Most of the time
Ye evar 'eard oda' masta' inna swamps?    E'a man hund wid 'is hands. . .take down a gator inna fide? Yeah ah-boy, he a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Ain't nah trapping, nor'a line, no kedjewel, or time,   -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator.         Swimmin' inna wad-eh got skin made-o' armah,   -inna mud, inna grasses, eh-no teachin' it in classes, strike wid juss a knife inna hand he's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. No ricel, no Glock, no light out innna night,   -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. If you's can **** widout a ricel you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
Born Alligator(K-Jun)
"May I introduce to YOU! "  Wee Willie Frog of Mine.      JUST because you're Green,  You think you're "SO-FINE" !    Sittin with your nose STUCK-UP in the air,   Jumpin here and Jumpin There!___ .    Just WAITIN for the chance to "SNAP-OUT" your Tongue ,,   Even as we sit here listening to the RIPPITING  Song you've sung !    NO longer do they call you the Polly ***   OR even the Tadpole swimmin under the Log.    NOW _You're the GREAT BULL FROG  of all time,   Wee Willie Frog of Mine.   Just because you're Green,   YOU think You're So Fine !   From Lilly Pad to Lilly Pad You jump so Neat,   Landing Perfectly on all Four feet.    Looking around for Dinner to come Your WAY,   Croakin OUT your songs all the day  .   Jumpin here and Jumpin there !   Sittin with Your Nose stuck UP in the air  !   ALL can hear YOU in the night,   Bellowing out your Songs with All your might.    Wee Willie Frog of Mine,  Just because You're Green,, You think you"re so fine  !    The LORD  Made You my favorite Pet,   But I haven't seen you Jump in my Pocket YET !   MAYBE,  JUST  Maybe  with some practice  YOU'LL learn ALL the tricks,  even the one with yellow Building Bricks....   " I Really Like It,  That when I Call,   * YOU Call RIGHT-BACK",   Could it be ,   You want to see what's in my sack ?    A  SNACK for You is what I've brought,   *SOME  "Y U M M Y - B U G S * ,   is what I caught. "just for you ! !  Yes you're  GREEN ,   yes You're SO FINE! !                 "WEE WILLIE FROG OF MINE"   "RIBBITT"
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Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
* " WEE WILLIE FROG OF MINE " (#27)
"May I introduce to YOU! "  Wee Willie Frog of Mine.      JUST because you're Green,  You think you're "SO-FINE" !    Sittin with your nose STUCK-UP in the air,   Jumpin here and Jumpin There!___ .    Just WAITIN for the chance to "SNAP-OUT" your Tongue ,,   Even as we sit here listening to the RIPPITING  Song you've sung !    NO longer do they call you the Polly ***   OR even the Tadpole swimmin under the Log.    NOW _You're the GREAT BULL FROG  of all time,   Wee Willie Frog of Mine.   Just because you're Green,   YOU think You're So Fine !   From Lilly Pad to Lilly Pad You jump so Neat,   Landing Perfectly on all Four feet.    Looking around for Dinner to come Your WAY,   Croakin OUT your songs all the day  .   Jumpin here and Jumpin there !   Sittin with Your Nose stuck UP in the air  !   ALL can hear YOU in the night,   Bellowing out your Songs with All your might.    Wee Willie Frog of Mine,  Just because You're Green,, You think you"re so fine  !    The LORD  Made You my favorite Pet,   But I haven't seen you Jump in my Pocket YET !   MAYBE,  JUST  Maybe  with some practice  YOU'LL learn ALL the tricks,  even the one with yellow Building Bricks....   " I Really Like It,  That when I Call,   * YOU Call RIGHT-BACK",   Could it be ,   You want to see what's in my sack ?    A  SNACK for You is what I've brought,   *SOME  "Y U M M Y - B U G S * ,   is what I caught. "just for you ! !  Yes you're  GREEN ,   yes You're SO FINE! !                 "WEE WILLIE FROG OF MINE"   "RIBBITT"
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Kickin' all the way the Live Coolio deep in ya Culo/ it's that Boy Yosef comin' with major Flavas/ with so Many Styles more than a Hair Doo Voodoo/ got ya eyes on ya know Who?/ so many ****** wanna Smoke me Cuz im the New Joint/ puttin' sparks to ya Head ****** Red/ if u thinkin' about Frontin'' Me/ ill make u Crossover like EPMD/ Rap Fanatic since i was Swimmin' in the Nut Sack the Mack Attack/ hittin' all your perspectives im takin' out all the Primitives/ in the Rap Game Shoot ya Stick try again my- Flows erected as a **** in between ***** ***** so take Chance it ya Want/ Watch the gun taunt in ya Face a sad Disgrace/ Slappin' a new taste in ya Mouth i Dropped it my Style can't be Competed you Obsoleted i'm Makin Profits the Funk Baby!!!! Many Emcees sweet as a KitKats so cut the Chit Chat/ cuz im bout to Splatter their careers into pieces Gotthem Envisionin' Doubles like Noah i Told ya the Tru Soldier Rollin' Dogia/ marchin' to the Beat with my Vocal a Tru Loco/ when i'm sippin E & J **** an Airplay pinin' Indo/ playin' suckas close like who's holdin' the most/ weight? Pushin' rhymes like weights Loots stay Connected like freight Train Crates/i Dominate from all states that's why they Call Me All-State/ but ya Ain't in Good Hands -tryna Step to the Big Man keep u heated galore like Afghanistan gettin' in that *** like Sand/ so take Stand and a Bow cuz im the Prowl/ for that Number One Slot ya rhymes loose as Jar Jelly **** what the critics tell me "Mr Big Stuff" girls call me "Heavy D" From then shaft that lays between me the Funk Baby!!!
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
The 70s Funk Baby
Kickin' all the way the Live Coolio deep in ya Culo/ it's that Boy Yosef comin' with major Flavas/ with so Many Styles more than a Hair Doo Voodoo/ got ya eyes on ya know Who?/ so many ****** wanna Smoke me Cuz im the New Joint/ puttin' sparks to ya Head ****** Red/ if u thinkin' about Frontin'' Me/ ill make u Crossover like EPMD/ Rap Fanatic since i was Swimmin' in the Nut Sack the Mack Attack/ hittin' all your perspectives im takin' out all the Primitives/ in the Rap Game Shoot ya Stick try again my- Flows erected as a **** in between ***** ***** so take Chance it ya Want/ Watch the gun taunt in ya Face a sad Disgrace/ Slappin' a new taste in ya Mouth i Dropped it my Style can't be Competed you Obsoleted i'm Makin Profits the Funk Baby!!!! Many Emcees sweet as a KitKats so cut the Chit Chat/ cuz im bout to Splatter their careers into pieces Gotthem Envisionin' Doubles like Noah i Told ya the Tru Soldier Rollin' Dogia/ marchin' to the Beat with my Vocal a Tru Loco/ when i'm sippin E & J **** an Airplay pinin' Indo/ playin' suckas close like who's holdin' the most/ weight? Pushin' rhymes like weights Loots stay Connected like freight Train Crates/i Dominate from all states that's why they Call Me All-State/ but ya Ain't in Good Hands -tryna Step to the Big Man keep u heated galore like Afghanistan gettin' in that *** like Sand/ so take Stand and a Bow cuz im the Prowl/ for that Number One Slot ya rhymes loose as Jar Jelly **** what the critics tell me "Mr Big Stuff" girls call me "Heavy D" From then shaft that lays between me the Funk Baby!!!
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While I'm still here screaming, "someone save me from myself". As I keep on run-run-running a blood-red black. Race-line, to the finish. To hallways that need sounds. In homes. That you have had to have been in at least, once before. Till, the next time. I'm be swimmin' until I can lie about this, no more. But I think. That the last line, will hurt the most. </3
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 1:33 PM UTC
How's your
**Cherries Jubilee. --- Climbing up a tree. --- Sippin' on some tea. --- Swimmin' in the sea.**
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Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
Yogurt
Did you just ask me out? Tryin' to ply me with flowers! Well nice try, Mister Aquaman, But get some super powers. A girl like me can't risk it, I ain't no downtown baby! Your devotion and a dollar, sir, Would buy me a coffee, maybe. You know it's true, this rump's too fine, For your sweaty meat hooks there; It's something else you'll have to grip, Don't feel the need to share. Well there's my flight, my throne in the sky; I look down in safety as the peasants roll by, I know they'd like to spin a slice of my pie, But this pie in the sky is priced too **** high! Back on my island, beach volleyball season. Which color bikini? Somethin' right for some breezin' Or just playin' naked, I don't need no **** reason! My big ******* out for some major crowd pleasin'! Well that was sure fun, a day in the sun! I didn't forget you, Mr. Pop Gun; You would have loved it, this tan honey bun, But you ain't been swimmin'; you're dry as a nun. Before I forget you, just thought you should know: This booty's so fly, it's pressurized, yo And though upon you this hot wind won't blow, You can ask "Would she love me?" An emphatic no.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
Did You Just Ask Me Out?
she is fine as hell, doesn't even own a car, still she's ready to go and I'm ready to roll, so let's go drive our hearts into tomorrow, her skin glows more than 24k gold, use me please babe I can be borrowed, just please leave the ego, check your ego at the door, of perception no deception, only reflections reflecting us more, cardinals and directions, robins and gremlins, goblins and demons, land mimes and sea men, see man she can get any man, because her skin is pure adrenaline, she’s the disease she’s the medicine, she's dark like African and light like Edison, high in the Hollywood Hills, swimmin’ in infinity pools, intent on intent, and also indecisive in a sense, in any event at every event, she shines more than any lame in a designer dress, because she looks better no matter whatever the attire, no makeup and sweatpants she's still the best dressed... The H Trilogy I just published a new book. If you could take a moment to check it out, and even write a review it'd be most appreciated. All profits go to a charity that prevents ****** assault against children. So not only are you getting an epic book of poetry, but you're also supporting a good cause. Thank you SO much ∆ Here are the links for my new book: www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE www.createspace.com/6393238
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
24k
Where are we, Barry?   I don’t remember this place. And what’s that branchy thing in the corner?  I know I’ve seen it before but I don’t know what it is! Don’t you hate that Barry?  Not knowing things? Like you're just swimmin' in deja-vu?   Y’know you remind me of a different place, Barry.  A better place. A time looong ago.   But nostalgia’s like smoke, you know?  You can see it and you can smell it, but you can never hold it in your hand no matter how hard you try.  And besides, if you get too close it’ll sting your eyes.  Isn’t that right Barry? Gosh you’re quiet.   Wait.  Where are we?  I’m afraid I don’t remember much. But I remember you, Barry. How could I forget! Do you remember when we were together, Barry?  Remember the sea?! Oh man she was pretty.  The colour of the sun.  Or was she green? Or no, no she was definitely blue. Ahh, but we’re not there anymore, are we? We’re someplace else.   There are walls here. I don’t think I like it here, Barry.  I don’t like that thing in the corner, that’s f’sure. I don’t know why but I don’t like that thing oneee bit. We should leave this place Barry. We could go somewhere else!  Forget about all of this! Yeah, yeah, that would be good. What do you think, Barry? Huh, Barry? Barry? Wait, Where are we?
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
Forgetting
Am Moses Makau Muthama a.k.a Triple M or M cubed bt simply known as KASHLINK!!! A Kamba by nature,born in Mombaxa around 1993,a saved christian wit God given gifts. I like socializin alot that guys mistake me 4 a 'player'!! Hobbies include: chilling wit pals,crackin jokes,watchin soaps n muviz,lstng 2 cool RnB's n Riddims,swimmin n playin soccer!! A die hard Man U fan indeed,skuld @ Bashir primo 07' n went 2 Kitondo Boys High xul 11' n did well thx 2 papa God! Currently @ JKUAT 15'. Am now lukn 4ward 2 leave a mark in the globe positively very xun! May da Lord bless de work of ma hands!!! Amen.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Whu'z KASHLINK????!!!
Break my heart into tiny pieces, Throw them into waves. Say goodbye until another day, 'Cause I'm swimmin' away. Smile here to stay. Now I'm gonna be the first to learn how to fly, And ride these clouds like ships. The sky my newfound ocean, The winds a tide To navigate me from side to side. How far can I really soar? Imagination, carry me afar. Journey me afar. Now stars like sitting in the sky, Just sippin' their tea, Laughing at all our attempts to make sense Of everything that we see. Silly astronomy. So I'll sit on the milky way, Just sippin' my tea. Laughing at all of your attempts, To just break free. Silly gravity. How far can I really soar? Imagination carry me afar, journey me afar.
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Cute
Fanciful Romanciful That button on your pants iful Do a little dance iful Jump around and prance iful Typical Whimsical Tickle tickle tickle Swimmin' Brimmin' Out on a limb in I'm not cringin Door fallin off hinge in Eliminate the g Bumble bee I'm just rhyming now What a perv right Warm summer's night Let's do it right it right Smite The fire breathing Knight Night fright Demons at the window Beat 'em up with jindo I'm done...
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
Fanciful
Though the; core of the earth can be measured in Kelvin What happens on the surface is a negative hell man. Its a; cold world that we live in From the government, law enforcement, and politicians. Everything you do, where you go is like your swimmin’ Piranha on you tail take everything you've been given. Through the gutters we roam in search of new beginnings. Man; is this life we live really worth livin’? Just to find out the when, where and how of your ending? It’s a; cold world that we follow. Pushers giving you pills and telling you to swallow. The pills of conformity, we all had a taste. Some just got addicted so they feigning for that 8. Nose stuck on the internet searching for conspiracies. Illuminati, JFK the whole entire industry. The media’s agenda is the way we all proceed. People tread the tail cause they all afraid to lead. Probably afraid to bleed, to impede on the culture. Well now it’s time to feed, swarm down hungry vultures. It’s the; cold world that got us dying. Fight for your beliefs and end up in an asylum. You ain’t even gotta riot, to be quiet is a sin. Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir. Amen That’s the story that they preach. Subliminal, under the surface. Nobody knows the truth so it all seems perfect. Well... Does it all seem worth it?
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Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 12:49 PM UTC
Cold World
I've met a lot of ill women While I've been swimmin' and skimmin through this ocean Trying to find one to show my devotion The journey has gone as thus; I tried a Virgo, and Aquarius The latter was the scariest I tried to get freaky with a Scorpio Her mind was too ***** though But it started with a Leo That chance I'd blow I thought I'd found it in the Sag co But in the end I never forgot the Szajko (Sound that one out) I went through the whole zoo, I'm always found in front of you Just a poor Jew trying to make up for All the fire I put you through before.
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Circles and Hurdles
Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin’ Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won’t come again And don’t speak too soon For the wheel’s still in spin And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’ For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin’ Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don’t stand in the doorway Don’t block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’ It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin’ Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don’t criticize What you can’t understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin’ Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand For the times they are a-changin’ The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is rapidly fadin’ And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changin’
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
The times they are a changin... ( written and sung by bob dylan) lyrics
Running down that gravel road back home, Spitting rock from my churning feet, Arms pumping with a determination, Lungs burning pleasantly like they only do when you're young, Excitement in a way that is only felt by those under 23. Lord oh Lord, Where did the days go? Carry me back to when I didn't have the knees of a 56-year-old, Before my metabolism slowed down to a snail's pace, And I needed to watch my blood pressure and my weight. Head a-swimmin, Stomach queasy, Like asking out your first crush, Or maybe a beer or 3 too many, I think back to when I was a teen.
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Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 12:23 AM UTC
Thinkin' back
all my photos are in his passenger's seat these black and whites of him singing and talking about the wars he has and hasn't been in, navigating Penrose like he walked these roads a thousand times before he ever took a truck-- and he know everybody's name, date of birth and probably their social, who died and when-- he's been livin' as 14 other people, never gets no space and I'm no respecter of that neither cause the way he looks at me used to scare me and now I know he jus' scared himself. saw it when he told me about Braun's body in the brambles, and in the letters he gets from past lovers full of jealous jargon-- you made *me feel terrible*,  your fault, ending in a hundred goodnights, she wants the last word and all I want is for him to tell me what he's thinkin' when he's angry 'cause he is angry, with bitterness sunk down in his bones and swimmin' 'round in his chest, he lost weight out at the rig but kept all that melancholy to himself, brings it home and drops it in a glass before taking it back in he asks why I'm lookin' and it's just 'cause. Just 'cause i'm looking at his eyelashes while he sleeps or the lip of his brow hidin' eyes a lot lighter than you'd think, committing the eagle on his back to memory with that scripture from Isaiah a ways off in my head, scrawled on the back of my heart, written at the crown of his spine, I used to wonder about the integrity of his skin if water'd seep through or run off, used to think he was made of wood with rice paper shutters-- but he's a mountain, a snowcapped alp you wouldn't know it from a ways off, when he's just a soldier standing out in the field, shoulders hunched, chin tucked breathin' cold air, but Lord he warm, fierce as the mistakes he runnin' from-- we both beggin' to be right or good enough, for the sunlight to make us into somethin' pretty somethin' new and shined-- but for now i'm takin' pictures shotgun, hiding my fingers in my pockets thinking about the way his voice'd prolly blow in on the curtains on a summer's day, and he's singing My love, is somewhere in that mountain.... my love is somewhere in that mountain
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Jesse Got Trapped in the Coal Mine
all my photos are in his passenger's seat these black and whites of him singing and talking about the wars he has and hasn't been in, navigating Penrose like he walked these roads a thousand times before he ever took a truck-- and he know everybody's name, date of birth and probably their social, who died and when-- he's been livin' as 14 other people, never gets no space and I'm no respecter of that neither cause the way he looks at me used to scare me and now I know he jus' scared himself. saw it when he told me about Braun's body in the brambles, and in the letters he gets from past lovers full of jealous jargon-- you made *me feel terrible*,  your fault, ending in a hundred goodnights, she wants the last word and all I want is for him to tell me what he's thinkin' when he's angry 'cause he is angry, with bitterness sunk down in his bones and swimmin' 'round in his chest, he lost weight out at the rig but kept all that melancholy to himself, brings it home and drops it in a glass before taking it back in he asks why I'm lookin' and it's just 'cause. Just 'cause i'm looking at his eyelashes while he sleeps or the lip of his brow hidin' eyes a lot lighter than you'd think, committing the eagle on his back to memory with that scripture from Isaiah a ways off in my head, scrawled on the back of my heart, written at the crown of his spine, I used to wonder about the integrity of his skin if water'd seep through or run off, used to think he was made of wood with rice paper shutters-- but he's a mountain, a snowcapped alp you wouldn't know it from a ways off, when he's just a soldier standing out in the field, shoulders hunched, chin tucked breathin' cold air, but Lord he warm, fierce as the mistakes he runnin' from-- we both beggin' to be right or good enough, for the sunlight to make us into somethin' pretty somethin' new and shined-- but for now i'm takin' pictures shotgun, hiding my fingers in my pockets thinking about the way his voice'd prolly blow in on the curtains on a summer's day, and he's singing My love, is somewhere in that mountain.... my love is somewhere in that mountain
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Jammin’ with Mammon. Hyped to the max. Finding those loopholes Paying no tax. Slammin’ for Mammon. Foreclosing on life. You died too soon? We’ll tax your wife. Jammin’ with Mammon The world by the tail. Lie cheat and swindle Don’t worry about bail. Swimmin' like salmon Against the stream. Dealing from the bottom; Living the dream. Slammin’ for Mammon; Trample the rest. Get first and last from The community chest. No famine for Mammon; Let the poor starve. **** the fatted calf and Get ready to carve. Jammin’ with Mammon As good as it gets. No room for conscience Or squishy regrets. Slammin’ for Mammon Means money is king. Don’t count the victims, Just get the brass ring.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
JAMMIN' WITH MAMMON
Follow lights the will-o-wisps To red lights onto pillow slips Walk under streetlight to pink lips Everyone after green glow Even if it means being a *** J.Gatsby's after the afterglow Peddlin their product, street vendors Dealin in meat and being tender ****** in a backseat, body lenders Crafting blissfull afterglow and after glow Some call it sinful so callow although Most aren't so shallow, chill in a bordello Red lights swimmin in the air Sanctity dyin without care For sale tittys and derriere
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Red Light District
Dark nights trade lights between stars and skyscrapers Bar liquors and odd favors, lingering thoughts to dry papers In a laundromat where fiends stay at 'til they find their change And exchange life stories of wars that are strange To some, deranged folks pile up quarters for a dime Peace, reminisce on simpler times before they hooked on crime I, wonder when it was that their dreams started fadin' Up late in corners are the insomniacs tradin' Chemical mixtures in the same churches they prayed in Now they seek aid in gateway drugs to unveil The gates to Heaven after they've done jail Sentences diminishin' what's left of their presence In a sense, innocence leaves no room for vengeance Against the cash that rules, souls, gold chains and jewels Late nights in swimmin' pools of miseries and dues Drawn in my notebooks on a midnight cruise
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
Midnight Cruise
mummification all tears dried up within' feel it slippin' slowly sinkin' hearing mermaids singin' I'm in a hurry swimmin' to grab hold of this very special woman but I got to go deep spread my angels wings to accelerate speed there's only one thing on my mind only one thing I see that's you.. I grab your hand go to the surface don't perish swim towards the coast that once had you rejected Solid ground has to accept it Still have you in my arms I will never let go and I will always fight I breathe in air and give you a kiss of life
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Even in the darkest depths I will be there in time.
Sit still, now, chil’, While I untangle this mess - You ain’t goin’ swimmin’ ‘til it’s all in braids, The mo’ naps you got, The mo’ hair you lose, I’m ti’ed of strugglin’ With this pick And flat comb, — ‘cause yo hair is too thick, I’m at the enda mah wick, And, mah grays are doin’ Anything - But, fadin’.
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Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 9:04 PM UTC
Then, I Saw It All Was, Clearly, a Mess -
Remember when you threw me out and said sink or swim? Well I'm swimmin' now alright And it looks like you can't even float I'm not sorry your crew abandoned your boat Carry your weight you say Well call me mule Now your hand is extended towards me Asking for jewels Theres a leo on the prowl Walk on egg shells to avoid an instant collision Temper tantrums will keep you divided like division You should look at yourself in the mirror and make a revision I hope you're warm Standing next to all the bridges you've burned Grow up if you want to be successful But you're too stubborn to have learned You're a friend of mine but not for long You abandoned me first sight of wrong That's just too bad, I don't blame you, I blame your dad You were the most selfish friend I've ever had
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Supposed Family
Sae whit did ye dae? Hannah's mother asked when Hannah returned from swimming with Benny ah went swimmin' Hannah replied so where's he noo? her mother said looking past her daughter's head he's in th' cludgie Hannah said what's the' matter wi' heem? her mother said frowning he's havin' a *** Hannah replied whit ur ye dae efter? her mother said Benny came out of the toilet and stood by Hannah everything all right? he asked never better Hannah said come on let's go in my room and I can show you the new knife my dad got me whit ur ye daein'? Mrs Scot said we're going to my room and I'm showing Benny my new knife Hannah said weel dornt sit oan th' scratcher she said moodily and walked off to the kitchen Benny and Hannah went to her bedroom and closed the door I see your mum's her usual happy self Benny said quietly o don't mind her her bark is as bad as her bite and Hannah laughed sit down and I'll show you the knife but your mum said not to sit on the bed Benny said what she can't see won't hurt her Hannah said Benny watched her as she went to a drawer and sorted amongst many knives many of which he'd seen before there was a knock at the door whit ur ye tois daein'? Mrs Scot said I'm showing Benny something Hannah replied Mrs Scot walked off and said nothing more that'll get her thinking Hannah said smiling thinking about what? Benny said never mind about what if it gets her thinking it's a good thing Hannah said sitting beside Benny showing him the new knife on her single bouncy bed.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
WITH HANNAH 1960
Sae whit did ye dae? Hannah's mother asked when Hannah returned from swimming with Benny ah went swimmin' Hannah replied so where's he noo? her mother said looking past her daughter's head he's in th' cludgie Hannah said what's the' matter wi' heem? her mother said frowning he's havin' a *** Hannah replied whit ur ye dae efter? her mother said Benny came out of the toilet and stood by Hannah everything all right? he asked never better Hannah said come on let's go in my room and I can show you the new knife my dad got me whit ur ye daein'? Mrs Scot said we're going to my room and I'm showing Benny my new knife Hannah said weel dornt sit oan th' scratcher she said moodily and walked off to the kitchen Benny and Hannah went to her bedroom and closed the door I see your mum's her usual happy self Benny said quietly o don't mind her her bark is as bad as her bite and Hannah laughed sit down and I'll show you the knife but your mum said not to sit on the bed Benny said what she can't see won't hurt her Hannah said Benny watched her as she went to a drawer and sorted amongst many knives many of which he'd seen before there was a knock at the door whit ur ye tois daein'? Mrs Scot said I'm showing Benny something Hannah replied Mrs Scot walked off and said nothing more that'll get her thinking Hannah said smiling thinking about what? Benny said never mind about what if it gets her thinking it's a good thing Hannah said sitting beside Benny showing him the new knife on her single bouncy bed.
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Summers at grandma's used to be fun, Before we realized our grandparents would eventually die and transcend to planes invisible to our eyes. And we would sneak into the house, soggy bathing suits and all Dripping pools on the floor while we snuck slices of American cheese from the fridge, and butter crackers. And, in fear, thrill, and delight, we would wolf down our sacred snacks In the dim kitchen light, before Mama could see or grandma would get home from work, And dart, crashing into the swimming pool and enduring stomach-aches to keep Our secret delight silent. The delights I endure now are different. More painful, even. The shrieks of laughter when you would lick my face. The moans when we slept together and enjoyed those more-adult sorts of pleasures. Your fingers, when they gracefully plucked a tune from the banjo, and the notes stabbed me in the heart, and I soared with love and joy and love-- A thrill--like those simple times, sneaking snacks at grandma's from the kitchen on summer days, when we were swimmin'.
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Aug 27, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
Old Summer Days