so you say you’re a bad ***** huh
so you prefer to be identified by bad ***** instead of ur real name huh
so you prefer to be valued by money instead of your worth
so you are a bad *****,i ain’t tryna judge you,this ain’t no court

the term “bad *****” can’t end you up as a wife
those instagram pictures wont work,you can’t put a filter on life
you were born original,now you chose to live as a copy
look colourful on the outside but your life is sloppy

the beauty of having beauty is a lot more than being beautiful
the path to life you follow isnt geting any where meaningful
so you say”love *****,i chase paper”*** to you love is just a verb
no cure for your attitude so you take drugs and herbs(****)

anything that has a monetary value is worthless
you used to value more but the tag”bad *****”made you less
you are now defined by pictures of you kissing the air,
exposing you ***** and *** looking for the next prey on facebook or instgram

we follow our dreams but a responsible man wont follow a”bad *****” on twitter
so you can say,you are not any responsible man’s dream
be a bad ***** all your youth and when old a baby sitter?
you raise the stakes for yourself and still cant cross the beam

life is not rosy and even if it is,roses have thorns
those things you do will hunt you,they’ll come with horns
lipsticks,eyelashes,short gowns,expensive wrist watches and purses
money first and then back on the ground,now thats a curse

bad ******* exist amongst us,they are our friends on facebook
"*******"sounds bizzare so she says shez a "bad *****"
the person you are still searches for the person you should be
and i hope youre eyes dont remain shut for you to see

and the younger girs see you and want to be like you
they want to dress all thight and paint their faces like you
no one wants to be like margareth thatcher
they all wanna be nickky minaj

these days there are more bad ******* than wives
and to responsible men it’s like stabs from 100 knives
because a bad ***** will follow men
but a lady will cling to a man

and if you say youre a bad ***** and you need no man
tell that to yourself when you turn 40
a lady isnt defined by how bad or ****** she is but how elegant and classy she is
a bad ***** is pretty but the beauty of a lady is defining

so choose today to be a lady and start the change for our generation!#thepoet
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The realness i preach should not be discarded
dont frown and scroll down,but this piece should be regarded
regarded because this ain’t no tutorial
because those who get to know this are in memorial

being real isn’t based on the fact that you are a gentleman
no,it is based on the fact that in private you can still be a gentleman
unrealness circulates and is round ike a tyre tube
and there is no tutorial on realness on you tube

unreal things become more attractive to us
we try to be who we see on tv instead of the real us
realness is making your natural hair and droping the wig
realness is walking away from a fight with a punch to swing

so are those eye brows,fingernails and hair real?
or does the chains,gun in your back pocket and tatoo make you real?
realness is when you stick to a friend in times of trouble
realness is when you shelter the man on the streets when the thunder rumbles

so i say to all you ladies;love yourselves even if nobody does
this is why you do not belive when you are told you’re beautiful,after a heart break
realness is when you delete the term ‘excuse’ and the word “because”
realness is when a white kid shares food with a black kid during a lunch break

so you think you are real because you can read a lie”manifesto”to people
win the elections and not do ****,not even see us as equals
realness is when you are friends with the opposite *** and dont complicate it
realness is when you work hard and the critics critisise but you still work at it

so dream big but when you make it dont forget to still be real
we strugle to be who we aren’t instead of being ourselves,what an irony
so dont try to be a model because you’re not,and a model is an imitation of what is real
and realness isnt having money but having money that is real(through straight means)

realness is when christians can live freely in islamic countries
and black men can walk freely in white countries
realness is when you work hard,make it and help your community
realnesss is when you dream of changing the world but starting with your viscinity

you drawing breath and being physicall dosn’t make you real
and saying she wants to be just friends shouldnt change how you feel if you are real
these things i write are aimed to the world to teach
so i say R.I.P because it’s the Realness I Preach

1 week ago
BAD *******


so you say you’re a bad ***** huh
so you prefer to be identified by bad ***** instead of ur real name huh
so you prefer to be valued by money instead of your worth
so you are a bad *****,i ain’t tryna judge you,this ain’t no court

the term “bad *****” can’t end you up as a wife
those instagram pictures wont work,you can’t put a filter on life
you were born original,now you chose to live as a copy
look colourful on the outside but your life is sloppy

the beauty of having beauty is a lot more than being beautiful
the path to life you follow isnt geting any where meaningful
so you say”love *****,i chase paper”*** to you love is just a verb
no cure for your attitude so you take drugs and herbs(****)

anything that has a monetary value is worthless
you used to value more but the tag”bad *****”made you less
you are now defined by pictures of you kissing the air,
exposing you ***** and *** looking for the next prey on facebook or instgram

we follow our dreams but a responsible man wont follow a”bad *****” on twitter
so you can say,you are not any responsible man’s dream
be a bad ***** all your youth and when old a baby sitter?
you raise the stakes for yourself and still cant cross the beam

life is not rosy and even if it is,roses have thorns
those things you do will hunt you,they’ll come with horns
lipsticks,eyelashes,short gowns,expensive wrist watches and purses
money first and then back on the ground,now thats a curse

bad ******* exist amongst us,they are our friends on facebook
"*******"sounds bizzare so she says shez a "bad *****"
the person you are still searches for the person you should be
and i hope youre eyes dont remain shut for you to see

and the younger girs see you and want to be like you
they want to dress all thight and paint their faces like you
no one wants to be like margareth thatcher
they all wanna be nickky minaj

these days there are more bad ******* than wives
and to responsible men it’s like stabs from 100 knives
because a bad ***** will follow men
but a lady will cling to a man

and if you say youre a bad ***** and you need no man
tell that to yourself when you turn 40
a lady isnt defined by how bad or ****** she is but how elegant and classy she is
a bad ***** is pretty but the beauty of a lady is defining

so choose today to be a lady and start the change for our generation!#thepoet

locked
out of my house and home
locked
out of the lives of everyone else
locked
away from the contact of others
locked
away from where i can hurt them
locked
into a world of my own
locked
into a spiral of self destruction
locked
tight in a place where misery thrives
locked
thight in a place where i can't seem to die
locked
where i can never escape
locked
where the only comfort is my own blood, dripping, slowly, a vivid color in a world of gray, and my best friend, the knife, dripping silently with the color of my secret romance, waiting, waiting, for my next command. here, now, i've decided, now my friend comes closer, closer, glinting in the light of the flickering street lamp and the moon, now at my throat, it's a good feeling, painful still, all my worries, my fears, my miseries, are now dripping, steaming, slowly down my front, my head is so light, nothing matters anymore, i don't have to stand anymore pain, i'm drifting, i'm flying, i'm sailing, i'm falling, i'm sleeping. good-bye...

Our bond was strong and thight,
We could not find a reason fall apart.

We were anything but normal,
our passion for each other were matchless,
in its own way.

Because of you, my worst has be revealed.
Because I kept no boundaries with you.
I poured everything, everything that was in my heart
at my worst i am cowardlyand full of insecurities and fears,
I showed you,
I wanted you to see the real me. the ugly me.

beyond that, you also revealed the best in me,
As a hard working provider, as a caring father, as a loving husband, as a brave protector, as a responsible best friend and as a prayerful pastor.
These traits grew in me as I learned to love you,

Come back I ask, and I will give you love.
Everything of what I knew that is called love.

I love you. And I will not give up. Come back.

There was One,
One lad who sat by a tree,
He glanced over the skies above,
With an empty look,
and mouth shut thight closed,
his heart yelled on top of his veins.

Then there was Two,
Glancing over the skies with a longing heart.
The skies opened, radiant and bright,
His face radiated, joy was born.
His empty heart was filled with hope.

Then there was Three,
with a heart filled with Hope and a face that radiates joy,
The young lad set forth in a journey,
An everlasting journey that demands nothing more but his life.
Climbing, crawling, traversing countless terrains,
It was the journey he was born for.

Then there was Four,
Years had passed, and countless lands covered,
The young lad grew tired,
He looked at the skies with an empty look as he did before,
Yet this time he yelled, he yelled on top of his lungs.
There was none, a quiet breeze blew. He was lonely

Yet a gentle breeze does not mean the heavens had not heard.
As he felt the cold breeze rushed over his skin, slowly he felt warmth,
a warmth over his heart as he turned and saw a maiden dressed in pink

Now there is Five,
The lad and the maiden,
Journeying together, they became the best to one another.
Nothing was to be compared with their bond,
Friendship grew, yet love grew bigger.

Journeying,
They held each others hands, As they follow the call of the One Above.

The Way Your Hands Slide Down My Thigh LIKE I Had Oil Soaking The Barriers Of My Body LIKE Your Sweet Sweat Made It Oh So Easy To Touch LIKE Thick Nectar Giving A Soft Sensual Rub I Like The Way Your Soul Get Me High LIKE When That Hand Slide Down My Thight

I miss you in places we've never shared
I miss you in every other face
Somebody told me this is a boring mistake
but this sentence burns inside my lungs
doesn't let me breathe
I need the smell of your hair
where my head decides to rest
I need you to hug me thight
mostly at night
I thought it was your hand that kept touching mine
it turns out it was only his
I didn't wanted closed to mine
the touch of another hand makes me cringe
makes me want to go crawling, begging back to you
But i wont do it,
I'll find a way to erase you.
Then the night comes the stars are dancing
My bed gets crazier
My head is dizzy and I meet you once again in my dreams
Always kissing you
Erase my memory
Let this pain fade away
because my love I know one thing
Love does not end this way
it does not end this fast
if you don't love me like I do
Take all of what you gave me
Keep all of what I gave you
And forgive me
for every way I try to forget you
I wont be fair in my despair
I never was
Its too hard my pain to handle
I cant get on my knees if you wont hug me
I just have to watch you go
Slip away as my favorite season
You wont kiss my neck anymore

You’re wet and snotty. Yet so comfortable. And you hug me thight though out the night

you waits sometimes for hours
you wants ring too
to keep your eyes nailed to the door
time doesn't  pass
bends at the waist ,not insomnia
if he doesn't comes to fear
becomes nightmare

sometimes you don't want to ring
you shuts the door thight
they can't never open ,you wants
and your ears shuts  with your hands
you don't want to hear the ring
becomes nightmare

evrything is a nghtmare
inside this unknown
know

Goes high up the tree
Just a little bird singin the highest c
And holds it thight

When the town is still
Finishing the cup
And brushing grimey teeth
I go outside

When I'm out about
The people keep on coming like in a crowded bar
And I see that like it goes
Some are alone
others go hand to hand

Evening cocktail bars
Maybe go outside
And maybe go to far
That's war

And even though it hurts
I don't feel a thing
When others say that different hands are different to the touch

But when the sun goes dow
I do what I think is best
Watch Bruce Lee on DVD
Just you and me and SunnyD

I dream of u again
This time has so much intimate
It feels like real
It feels like u're really here
Ur hand
Pulling me thight
Ur lips
kissing me softly
It was gentle
Feels like u want to take care of me
It feels like u'll never leave me
I want to back to sleep again
Where u were there
Loving me real