"tijuana" poems
Numb me with marijuana
Grown somewhere in Tijuana
Excite me with a line
Pretty soon I’ll be feelin’ fine
Money can buy me happiness
Meet me in the back of the bar
Smoke that musky Cuban cigar
Touch me with manicured hands
Glinting diamonds of wedding bands
Money can buy me happiness
Traded morals for skyscrapers
A Hampton house with too many acres
Smoothing down in a velvet gown
Baby don’t you see? I own this town.
Money can buy me happiness.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
She put too much sugar in my coffee
She knows **** well I do not care for cream
On our Anniversary she went out with the girls
She didn't even wear her wedding ring
She gave me a luggage set for Christmas
And a brochure of some towns in Mexico
She bought me a ticket on a bus to Tijuana
Just her way of saying Adios
She found another way to say goodbye
She's wearing sweet perfume I didn't buy
She wrecked my little red pick up truck
So she could watch this grown man cry
She found another way to say goodbye
She took the bed and sent me to the sofa
Said, "You sound like a saw mill when you snore"
She put my sports page on the bottom of the bird's cage
Before I got to read the latest score.....
CHORUS
Copyright Louis Brown
Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
A simple sample of a symbol used to approve the work of another.
But who was first to fist the quill and downward pull and upward ping?
Mr Tick of Tuscany? Mrs Tick of Tijuana? Or master Tick the ticklers son who tagged his type with ticking fun?
The actual answer is I'm sure a bore and a slip of the tip made the tick a score.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Man, my head hurts,
it feels like
I've been hit by a freight train!
What's that you say?
It was raining
kinky-women
everywhere.
I'm a super freak,
I lost complete control,
got out of hand,
did a striptease
in Tijuana last night!?
**** that sunlight's bright,
please close those blinds!
What's that you say?
I got in a little fight
in Tijuana last night!?
No wonder
I've got this swelling,
a huge black-eye!
Hey, has anybody
seen my wallet
or my skivvies!?
Jesus, who's matchbook is this!?
"Pepe's Donkey Shack"!
Who the hell's Lupita!?
And you say I'm a freak!?
It looks like you're the one
who tweaked
in Tijuana last night!!!
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
Bottles of water, gallons of gas, blankets,
dried beans, rice. Use cash, don’t spend it all
in one place, two, or three. Unload supplies
quietly into the basement, maybe at night.
Mail-order a hand-cranked radio, solar lamps,
seeds. Buy Q-tips, kerosene, candles. Books,
downloadable music, seasons of X-Files on DVD.
What’s important?
Have friends bring you antibiotics from Tijuana.
Buy vitamins, batteries. Tuna, salt, barley.
Sweep the chimney. Get new shoes.
Get that cavity filled.
Stock up on bourbon and bullets.
Acquire trade goods –
cigarettes, wine, marijuana.
Watch the news, read the blogs,
find time for target practice.
Keep cash on hand. Don’t forget
dog food. Think about God.
Hurry.
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 10:10 PM UTC
The day I visited my country of origin let me begin, I crossed the U.S. border dividing Mexico & The United States. It was kinda a long journey, but really exciting. The mission was to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ, and have a good time visiting. I met very humble, respectful people, maybe the streets needed remodeling although things were a little under construction the plain sight was amazingly beautiful. The road was rocky, houses on cliffs, up and down road ways, unknown streets, beautiful city town mall, diverse groups of people, tasty candy, great food, original coca cola not like the U.S. coca cola, good meat and great sunny view I wanna go again some day :)...
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
My mother, my father, my friend
The one I truly love until the end
First month first day gave the way
To the sweetest mother
A gifted spirit like no other
Five sisters & thee only brother
All her children love her
Very humble, caring, and preparing
Us for a righteous life
Don't result in vengeance
Instead pray for assistance
Leave it in the Lords hands
Understand impossible
For him it's possible
I love her to the fullest
Gave birth to the illest
She came from Mexico
To give birth to a ****
It's not her fault I'm so crazy
Did her best to raise me
Jalisco from my mother
Tijuana from my father
Aztec blood runs in my veins
My indigenous reigns
I love her teachings,
Her speeches, & upbringings
I love her & no ones above her
A blessing I'm confessing
She did her best
It's up to me to finish the rest
Happy birthday Mi AMA
Ramona te amo
Con toda el alma
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
On the peak I dream
of La Vie Parisienne --
in Tijuana.
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 3:26 AM UTC
yo **** the media the press
and all they stress the south linked with the west
ya get two of the best i guess
you muthaphukkas thought i was dead
naw just took a power nap as i slap
the industry with these dusty *** raps
I'm platinum plus plus check my artillery surplus
we got killas on every corner
do what i wanna and how i wanna
smoke mirajuiana with some killaz in Tijuana
Mexico don't flex though **
unless ya wanna be in the ground
sounds of H-town so bow down bow down
as i let my clip ride bound to be a homicide
you can run but ya cant hide
from the south or westside
we connected like bonny and clyde
now show me that whooo ride?
check the pumps by my side thats how we ride
guerillas with a bunch of triggers don't call us ******
call us finanical settlers like the rockerfellers
did they tell ya
that I'm an enemy to the establishment
dollaz n sense i see you running to the fence
but cant get over
cuz these bullets stick to ya head over shoulders
so ya life is over
call out for the Jehovah
ya know ya dead ****** red
and you quote what i said
take to the magazine
i pack magazines **** you and ya skinny jeans
i prefer gangsta **** with suits on
like Al Capone
beatin' on my chest like King Kong
protector of Skull Island while y'all smilin' im wildin'
no koolaid in my blood
we keep it true **** the FBI NSA and they crew
revolutions in position pistols is grinin'
castin' stones at glasshouse and watch the White House get doused
up in flames by angry citizens growin' deranged
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Drink up, chug it all down
You know what you've done downtown
Gangster, you're gonna be on the road again
Say, are you ready to roll out?
Ready to burn rubber, flat - out?
With your Road Dog through this fog!
Keep the shiny side on
Come on, bring it on
Drink up, drink it all down
Until your hides become a crown!
With your Road Dog, you're a night hog!
No one's going to tell you ''stick 'em up!’' anymore
Give them the middle finger, say nevermore
Watch out! There's that Tijuana taxi tailgating
If you were in the mood, you'd even do some wheeling!
But before, you were just standing there, jacking off
You knew you'd bump her off
Because that ***** cheated on you, right?
You've grown tired to forgive or fight.
Tears descending down your ******** face
Death's on your heels, better boost those wheels
Now is the time for your ultimate race
The hunter becomes the hunted, so keep pace
With your Road Dog, don't fly off the handle
You guys were just too much of a bundle
You're better off without that broad, but hell,
Remember those eyes for which you fell?
Your de-boned bride, your adorable dove
She begged, on her knees, ''Tell me you mean me no harm...''
But you used on her your Saturday night special charm...
And in no way did that mean love.
You've dealt with your babesicle
And hit the road, with your motorcycle…
March 3,2014 Lyon, France, at the bar “des Fleurs du Malt”
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
The sea is much too large for me to see it all.
I need to remember that feelings are like the sea.
They run deep.
They crash and become violent as the shore approaches
I'm too young to think I've felt all there is to feel.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
The ground glittered with littered plastic
Houses shrank as time passed
Land became trash
The people were cut into two
One side giving money to build new, pretty communities
Trying to save the face of their dying cities
The others grew tired of rising above
The hot sun and dirt packed them into adobe clay victims
Almost frozen in time
Vesuvius had risen again in this southern land
Maybe the people who kept trying were just too proud
They never admitted how they benefited from enslaving those who understood there was no hope
The ones close to the ground realized there was no escaping hell
Better to ruin and ignore their homes
Because soon enough there would be nothing more but rubble
The hills are sparkling
Death and decay originated in their backyards
All that's left is destroy everything in their wake
In hopes of building from the ground up once again
All look up to the same sky waiting for the day they're kissed by the gods
Most have only seen satan come out to play
They'll continue to pray and pray
Either that or an early visit to the cemetery
Some say soon it'll all end, but are they speaking of the lands poverty or their own lineage
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
Yo im off the dome
Like JFK snipped by the CIA
Serenade the streets with AKs
Day by day i prey the prey
Im the predator
I keep my styles mixed up
Like a news editor
So **** a critic and a creditor
The source can **** my ****
Til the nuts shown
From the microphone
I hold ya know the storys being told
The true about me replica of the old hip hop
This ******** got to stop
Nigguhs rhymin' no meanin'
Everyday im.schemin' load the triple beams and
Aim it at the radio station this is **** nation
No hesitation
Give up the endz and the ******* with the flawless skin
And big ***** smoke L's til the filter ashes
Im rougher than babies rashes
I leave a **** bigger than car crash
The means my rhymes is collision
Ya need a new vision im your envision
Ya wish you could be next to me
Or that BiG
Rap phenom droppin bars like a bombs
Come get it if you want some??
Only to my carnage the merciless
Holocaust
Got my enemies prayin' more than a Holy Mosque
Your fadin' and hatin' only creatin'
A bigger ground for my stage persona
Tote Marijuana got a stash of cash in Tijuana
MEXICO and if you come close to the cheese
Im.gonna
Burn you nigguhs hotter than a sauna
The black iguana
Camouflage with my fatigue up my stakes
Now im the major leagues
Hittin' this fools harder than Joe Louis
Who could do this??
Hits better than we
Bow ya heads and send a prayer for thee
Pray that i dont catch you slippin'
Put a mute to a lippin'
Ill empty more LA clips than Blake Griffin'
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
Up to Tennessee, back down to Florida,
The land of bright and free. Shoot through
Alabama. The land that's mine. The land
That's yours. Back to Mississippi, to see the
Bright billed birds. Down then to the ocean
South-new orleans. Where the captains are
The boatmen, and the sailors set you free. A pipe
Of tobacco, a sail down to go. Rolling dice to
Tijuana, down to mexico.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
The heavy dust from dry summers
selling Chiclets inside the rim of a sombrero
Tortured attire of a woolen rainbow
Poncho, pleading to appear a lowly vagabond
by an uncle who seeds alleyways,
Clothed in his tequila stench;
Instructed by an aunt, obese from endless
refried beans and Uno-Vision sopas.
“Chiclets! --at the top of your lungs, mejo!"
Louder as the weight of the dust devils possess
His voice : a squeaking version of itself,
Coughing at the same spot in Tijuana’s
Miserable, the invisible, at market...
Dirt in his tears, no longer noticed, too often cried
There is no need to pretend how lowly
Or ***** his juvenile face has smeared;
A clown of earthen make-up, in misery’s portrait,
to example the tender, the precious,
have been left to pander to love, for sale.
A paradigm of angels, fallen with the truth;
Deep into this formidable fate in hell.
Here, he is not above the silence
But he must live in it, live to tell,
How wishes are often made without a well.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
In the heavy dust
from dry summers
selling Chiclets from inside the rim of a sombrero,
Tortured attire of a woolen rainbow
Poncho, pleading to appear a lowly vagabond
by an uncle who seeds alleyways,
Clothed in his tequila stench;
Instructed by an aunt, obese from endless
refried beans and Uno-Vision sopas.
“Chiclets! --at the top of your lungs, mejo!"
Louder as the weight of the dust devils possess
His voice : a squeaking version of itself,
Coughing at the same spot in Tijuana’s
Les Miserables, the invisible, at market...
Dirt in his tears, no longer noticed, too often cried
There is no need to pretend how lowly
Or dinghy his juvenile face has smeared;
A clown of earthen make-up, in misery’s portrait,
to example the tender, the precious,
have been left to pander to love, for sale.
A paradigm of angels, fallen with the truth;
Deep in this formidable of fates, of hell...
Here, he is not above the silences,
but he must live in it, live to tell.
How wishes are often made without a well.
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC
yo take a look at the spiritual crooks
i move like the rook got ya on a hook
fished up caked up
with mad knowledge
yall need to wake up
times is corrupt tryna abrupt
the system
with five thousand glocks
ya know we cant miss em
let the casket kissem
let the taker bury em
**** regular im premium
stack through voices like medium in ya cerabellum
crackin craniums
cuz im um the greatest to ever touch the mic
rhymes so tight even entice freak nights with thick ****
im down fr the fight
huey newton it til america *****
out the poison causin much ruckus and noises
cuz the media so annoying
**** the words ya print im hell sent
to put a dent to yall sentiment
I got coarse soft hair
Pick in my afro
Stocky built with a chrome pistol
Which goes to show
Im down with the ghetto
DOnt matter we **** chit chatter
We came to battle Armageddon
No more lettin'
Up times is set im wettin'
These muthafuckas like sauna
Even got some eses from Tijuana
Black as Madonna
WWatch out for the slick anaconda
Totes of bomb marijuana
To keep my thoughts open
To the universe
Exposes verses to choose from
Meditations circling around my brain
Like a ceiling fan another man
Look like me until i seen my reflection of me
Blurry visions hard for me to envision
Happiness when im surrounded
By evil ambitions
No body wants to realise real lies
They rather be hypnotize and baptize
By the media who i despise
Keep all eyes on the sparrow
Its the return of Black Pharoah
Back to the temple i go
Stand in the sun and let my skins cells glow once again
We mobbin in figures
Saga soon to begin
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC