"travolta" poems
Yeah it's one shot one ****
Plottin' against my enemies will soon to be killed
Bullets feedin' ya last meal
Dope rhymes sedatin' like pharmacy pills
Since hataz got no chill heads I'll drill now you leakin' out like oil spills
Or a radiator angelic caters none could create a
Flows nasty as mine poppin' a multiplicity of shells I'm one of a kind
Thoughts intertwined
****** into a demons intervention contenders in suspension from the soul lynching
Caught in the realms of heaven and hell & you can smell
The ashes burning fermentin'
time runnin' slower than molasses
My murders be classic enemies dramatic causin' static
Shoot more than Bird combined with Magic
Workin' my Johnson on the tracks tonsils sittin' as a hip hop consul underground magul
**** longer than Repunzels hair follicles
Cookin' up sigils into a *** of gold no rainbow snortin' sir nose
D'void of Funk rattlin' the earth from the bass in my trunk blazin' skunks
Abraxas I'm embracin' one of my goetias when facin' ain't no replacin'
Fools givin' chase
and to tastes of demonic faces
My flows replenish like **** laces
Blunts turn into ashes dump it out on the masses
Epidemic mase deaden your pace hazardous like toxic waste
Adversaries don't wanna face
Off like Nicolas to Travolta livin' in an ultra violent culture
Cleatin' into ya flesh I be the stalkin' Vulture mulchin' ya
'til ya
A dissembled particle blank photo in the article from curvin' emcees with my surgical
lyrical sickle stare into ya eyes as the blood trickles
Down ya body you easily brickled rhymes artificial
My soul sour as a pickle no tickles
Could move me or influence thee my legacy
Lay cinematography like A. Hitchcock in the 50s huh
Ya soon to be a death reel for thrills
Rememeber
All I need is one shot one **** forreal!!!!
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
at two a.m., i like to listen to one of my playlists and dance & spin to it
resulting into yet another sleepless night with drunken thoughts
it's inevitable, anyway; this is the best hour to be true with the moon
so i scribble down these wasted words and happen to find myself with the idea of you (again)
and it's terribly upsetting to know that the only thing my lips are capable of caressing is nothing but this glass of red wine
the last thing i knew, it wasn't the playlist that was making me dance like john travolta, or spin like barbie from the nutcracker— it was you
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
Dear 27 year old me
This is you when you were 12.
I know that you're probably
busy counting your 100 billion
dollars or hanging out with
John Travolta or something,
but hopefully you find time
to read this.
I'm sure you are now
the CEO of some huge company
and have a huge mansion on
the coast of France or something.
You're probably dating a super model
and have servants to wait on you hand
and foot. Maybe even your own theme
park. Who knows? I mean even without
the theme park, you can't complain.
I'm sure some mornings when
you get into your flying car
and zoom off to your office
on the Moon, you wonder
how you got here. You
wonder if you deserve to
be where you are today.
I just wanted to tell you
don't worry about that crap
Just keep being awesome.
See you in 15 years.
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Dear 12 year old me.
Stop writing stupid letters
and study. You are not
helping our cause at the
moment.
Sincerely
15 years late, 100 billion short
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
so i have this lighter,
I love the thing
more than I love most people
It has a place of permanence in my pocket
so that I never leave home without it
the chrome box glints in varying lights
and it makes a cool click when you open it up
it's enough to feel like some sort of
John Travolta greaser wannabe
but it isn't a real zippo,
I had a real zippo once
which my grandfather gave me
it was from WW2 and it was gold
but time broke it to ****
no now I'm stuck with the fake one
just a small sized bic
in metal casing
any bic would fit
not unique
but somehow distinguished
I think that's why
I like it so much
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
They are in the movies
They are on TV
You'll want everything they "have"
But, baby, it ain't free
They go about streets looking
I think you will agree
They will make you "better"
You, too, can be OT!
Just like John Travolta
Tom Cruise, Kirstie Ally
They target you to have you test
Your personality
Do you REALLY feel good?
Or are you kinda stuck?
Are you checking every box?
Or are you out of luck?
Well! They have the answers
To bring you from the muck!
YES. It is expensive
A few THOUSAND BUCKS!
You want to keep on paying?
Out those thousands shuck!
You do your engram Clearing
You do your TRs
You go through them religiously
You do them for hours
But you feel no better
And still the money showers...
Finally you're OT VIII
You're way past being "Clear"
But you still feel angry
You still have a lot of fear
On top of that you are in debt!
Your LIFE is in AREARS!
If you decide to LEAVE them
They'll pester you for YEARS!
If you go on staff
Folks, it is much WORSE
They'll own your life
A BILLIONS YEARS! They will be a CURSE!
But THAT is for another time
I'll tell you, of course
For now I will not speak of that
Then I'll SHOUT until I'm HOARSE!!!
Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(c) 2/22/2017
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
As far back as I can remember, i always wanted to be a gangster.
-Quote by Ray liotta in good fellas movie.-
“Nothing personal, it’s just business” ~ Otto Berman
“Las Vegas turns women into men and men into idiots.” ~ Bugsy Siegel.
“This life of ours, this is a wonderful life. If you can get through life like this and get away with it, hey, that’s great. But its very, very unpredictable. There’s so many ways you can ***** it up.” ~ Paul Castellano
Thirty-two hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. It wasn’t even enough to pay for the coffin.” (ray liotta as Henry hill) good fellas movie.
“I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the fear.” Dr. Gonzo( fear and loathing in Las Vegas)
“If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.” Jules. ( movie pulp fiction with John travolta and Samuel l. Jackson. Also starring bruce Willis.)
“No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him
with a gun, you better **** him, because he’ll keep comin’ back and back
until one of you is dead.” Ace Rothstein ( movie Casino) Robert deniro, Joe pesci.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
At said time
and said date and day
I was driving down
Exigency Road
when said gray car
Rego XXhT665
was driving a distance before me
at speed as specified by law
And all of a sudden
there was this so-far unsaid car
that came speeding from the back
and soon was before me
and it all happened like Travolta’s greased lightning
and now-said speeding car hit from the back
already-said car that was behaving itself
driving at speed said by law
(there was a loud sound like: BOOOOM!)
and then the said speeding car reversed
and then ran off, even though traffic lights turned red
It was surely what I saw a hit-and-run case,
not according to the law, which is against the law
And this is what I saw was on
the said aggressive car
that hit illegally, and ran away quickly and unlawfully:
“POLICE - VVT21 County“
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
“A mobster”
“Tony Soprano”
“Something out of Grease”
“John Travolta”
“You’re gonna whack me”
“A Greaser”
“The Godfather”
“One of those actors”
“Elvis”
“Pauly D”
“A state trooper”
“A cop”
Thanks,
Want me to,
Rudely,
Randomly,
Tell you,
What YOU look like?
Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 10:43 AM UTC
Grade A ******* check my report card
Master of my own craft, avant-garde
Sincerity eludes me, but I used to be so warm to it
Mostly a foreign concept now since it's ******* me in the end
It's easier to not care, or at least act like it
Travolta I'm not so that's not an option
Butterflies in my stomach as if I never ate dinner
Yet that's my gut telling me that I've picked a winner
But...
Should your past be taken into consideration
Or mine?
Or the notion we have very little in common?
Or the fact that you have way more options than me?
Thats the issue with the information super highway
Less is hidden so it's easier to judge or create false doubts
All this stemmed from a single moment or a lifetime of self-doubt?
Even after I found myself there was more i still didn't know
Overthinking is my worst nightmare, and I'm living it
How outrageous
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
I knew an old man
Who tried to act young
He popped a blue
pill on the tip of his
Tongue.
He slicked back his hair
and put on a White suit
He tried to style like Travolta,
one more grey and hirsute
(It wasn't much as illusion
but it sure was a hoot)
He danced till his hip ached
then had to recline.
The lifts in his loafers
had betrayed him this time.
He tried to impress
with a big *** of cash
But the young ladies knew
his best days were long past
He loved them, they left him
He wined and they dined
He tried to romance them
but was always declined.
At the end of the evening
and the last of the wine
He conceded to age
and resumed his decline.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:31 PM UTC
If I'm wrong, I die.
I cease to exist.
But I know what it's like not to exist.
Or at least I can imagine.
I didn't exist before I did.
For billions of years.
And Mark Twain was right.
It didn't bother me in the slightest.
But I'll give it a chance.
I will read Awake!
And I'll visit the Hall.
And I'll use your name for God.
Jehovah.
But what if you're wrong?
You feel joy, love, peace.
Meaning, purpose, certainty.
Those things elude me.
But what else?
Fear? Guilt? Isolation?
A hatred that you call pity?
Those things are beyond my reach.
An education cut short?
A marriage too long?
"Don't talk to her.
It's for her own good."
What if it's not?
There will always be people trying to hurt you.
It's easier when they have God on their side.
"Two eyes saw this, but two others did not.
I'll take my reward now.
Did I mention I'm good with kids?"
What if you're wrong?
Sure, your Tower is tall.
It dwarfs my cathedral.
And it does.
I stand in awe.
Your Tower is tall.
It Watches all things.
And it does.
But is it tall enough to see Clearwater?
You know, Celebrity Centers and personality tests.
Cruise and Travolta.
Your names are different: Michael Jackson and Prince.
But the songbook is the same.
Leadership is accountable to no one.
Dissent is a **** that must be eliminated.
The world is out to get you.
And critical thinking is a trap.
Families are vital (until they aren't).
Our authority will not be questioned.
We make no mistakes.
But we do become more perfect over time.
"But it's not 'disconnection,' it's disfellowship.
And they're not 'suppressives,' they're apostates.
And we live in no bubble.
But we'd rather not debate you."
"Besides, they're new.
They're small and they're few.
They have strange beliefs.
That's what matters, right?"
But it's not.
It's not what matters.
And it's not in my nature to hurt people.
I can **** when it's justified.
But I don't know that this is justified.
And consider the life of a poor, worldly soul.
Fear is no friend.
Guilt is a memory.
(Guilt for things that warrant no guilt.)
We see the world as it is.
Science is no threat.
Solitude is a choice, not a lesson.
Education is full.
Abuse is reported.
Families talk.
We are slaves to no Slave.
Of course these things are foreign to you.
Your book precludes them.
And your book is infallible.
But so are all the others.
So thank you for visiting, but I'm hedging my bets.
I wish you the best, but I'd rather take death.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Walk around palms up like "what the fuuck?"
Low-quality literature John Travolta, dumbstruck
Lingering havoc of being awestruck by dumb luck
Stuck in the rut felt in the pit of a stomach
Nut up or shut up mukbang, self demise potluck
Lame-duck after lame-duck left to run amuck
Anyone else know what the fuuck?
©2023
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 6:25 PM UTC
They say some things improve with age
How maturity makes us a bit of a sage
Practice makes perfect, you really think?
Between the sheets do we raise our game?
Or simply loose our fear to fail.
Well one things sure at 47
I will never be on the television
Dancing in a competition
For when I venture on the floor
It looks like I'm having a joke
As I move around its not like Travolta
More like I've been to Anne Summers!
With a magic wand stuffed up me other
I look like I've had my drink doctored
Or its turned to spin and loosed a monster
Oh I can clear the floor as I listen to the laughter roar
So tonight I'm being quite sedate
No Wignal or a woble on me plates
I'll be sat drinking with my mates!!
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Epiphanies inside hypocrisies
Dionysus whispering prophecies
Chasing game theory trails
During the trials and tribulations
Of our workaday bungalow bills
Enduring quills of porcupine hills
I got a pistil, you got a rose
He Rose after a three day haze
Inside a purple manic depression
With Axl grease and Travolta eyes
We took our face-off and un-caged
Our subconscious in a
One and a half story, morning glory
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
there was a little cat he took a holiday
across the ocean blue to the USA
visiting the sites on his little trip
he was rather cool and very very hip
visiting the disco getting in the groove
doing twist and spins he could really move
a proper john travolta in his suit so white
dancing there for hours dancing through the night
people gathered round amazed at what they saw
clapping very loud shouting out for more
a proper dancing star from so far away
dancing in America in the USA
he had lots of fun on his holiday
and vowed he would return to dance another day
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Trending? This will be hard, but I'll try to make it rhyme
We had Mother Goose and Dr Zeus with bedtime stories
now to the past
I'll start with soda's in 1886
A foutian drink by Dr. Pemperton
Radios in 1920 on KDKA
By Westinghouse a electronic firm
We then had TV's in 1925
Started by a man in the Soviet Union named Leon.
We then had car's in the mid 1900's
They were manufactured cars by a man named Ford
Let's not forget Edison and Tesla who brought us important life things that we now use
Lets jump ahead from the past with simple things.
Fast food, subways, and buses
Beepers and pagers
Cell phones and lasor ligbts
And by all means, don't let a cop hit you with a tazer.
We had John Travolta with Disco's and Cowboy's
Madonna and Cindy that set fashion trends
We had Bill Gates and Steve Jobs that raced for computers
Mark Zuckerberg and Friend's, I'll give them a WOW for Facebook
We can't forget Google a d Hello Poetry
For they TREND everyday
Let's not forget the most important one, it was stared by a man, a man named Jesus
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
I’m off out down to town, I’m off out for the night
I’m dressed-up to the nines, oh what a lovely sight.
I’ve got my shiny shoes on, I’ll get in any place
I’ve got my brand-new suit on and my Durex just in case.
I’ve learnt a trendy dance this week I’m off down to the Ritz
I’ll spin and do the moon walk, might even try the splits.
I’ll pick me out a woman and pester her all night
I’ll tell her all about myself and set her heart a light.
Might by myself some bubbly, make them think I’m rich
All the girls will love me and the lads will all be sick.
I’ll wear my Rolex wrist watch and my golden belcher chain,
and my diamond studded cuff-links, might even take a cane.
I’ve been down to the barber’s, for a Kevin Keagan perm
I’ve been under the sunbed for a thirty minute burn.
I’ve plucked out all the hair, from my nose and my ears
I wear a leather G-string; got both ******* pierced.
I move like John Travolta, smile like Steve McQueen
there’s not one thing I’d alter I’m the perfect specimen.
I am a medical marvel, I am a bundle of fun
there’s no one else quite like me; I’m the special one.
The end
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
Oh Joan Travoolty
What a swell name you have
Would be a shame if someone were to
Mispronounce it.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
i was in the jungle i saw a funny thing
a monkey had a mobile and it began to ring
it had a music ringtone and he began to jig
dancing in the trees like he was at gig
he was very happy as he danced away
having lots of fun in his monkey way
strutting out his moves as fancy as can be
like he was john travolta high up in his tree
then his credit went is time it had run out
when he tops it up he will dance again no doubt
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
i wish i had no face.
that way i could always have an excuse.
hey do you want to come out with us? were going to get some drinks.
"no i cant, sorry" ill say, gesturing knowingly towards the ether where my eyes, nose and mouth should be.
its the perfect alibi.
ill stand out so much
i might actually fit in.
sure it may take awhile
but people always adjust to things
even the abnormal
even if what they have to adjust to is technically nothing.
just skin over bone, no expression or words.
instead i just feel like an actor
like another life form.
like everyone can see it but me.
im too afraid to admit
that i have no one else to blame.
i wish i had no face
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
My friend cannot forgave his wife
for not caring about him anymore
The idea of not having his shirts iron crispy
or having those long walk in the park together just to keep up appearances on Sabbath
Knowingly, it’s all about keeping it holy
when I left the Island, he thought about me
he locked away the love he had for me in a shoe box
and kept it hidden deep in his hiding place
Apparently, he guard it like an old elegant wine
Although, I thought of him throughout the years
I never wanted him to remove the love he had for me from
its hiding place: I held on to that one portrait,
he held dearly to his heart
Images of the fountain scene:
I with my blue jean,
He with his John Travolta pants
Little did we really know?
Love never conquer all
We shares old photo from the shoes boxes on Sunday
He mumbles words like;
she had love dressing up
She had fairly long black hair,
our only son, she poison his mind
“I had loved that boy;
I saw the bones in his face cringed
Before, he told me that he wanted to make a bonfire
with those memories.
That when I stopped him in his tracks
Was it her ***** or her fat rear-end bewitched you my friend.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
I cannot dance like John Travolta
and I havnt a pilots licence
what I do have is two legs
and a drivers licence
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Rock the boat by the Hues
Still I Wanna Get Next to you by Rose Royce
an instrumental hit - i can't think
of the name of it by Rohanon
Fly Robin Fly - by the Silver Convention
You're a Native New Yorker - I can't think
of who by
You're the One That I Want
by Olivia Newton John and John Travolta
If i Can't Have You by Yvonne Elaman
and more, more, more by
Andrea True Connection
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC