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"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!!!!
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
One Shot One ****
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!!!!
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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
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
a cup of red wine
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. ---------- 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
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Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
Pay attention, I'm counting on you!
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
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
A Fake Zippo
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
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
The SCIENTOLOGY Rap
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.
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
delinquent iterations( Mob real quotes, and movie ones)
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“
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
HIT and RUN, Witness’s Report
“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?
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 10:43 AM UTC
You Look Like...
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
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Outrageous
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.
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:31 PM UTC
Saturday Night Geezer
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.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Jehovah
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.
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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
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Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 6:25 PM UTC
~•§•~ Wait, What? ~•§•~
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!!
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
One up the !
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
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Un-singulation
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
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
disco dancing cat
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
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Trends
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
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
The special one
Oh Joan Travoolty What a swell name you have Would be a shame if someone were to Mispronounce it.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
An Ode to John Travolta
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
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
mobile monkey
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
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
a review of the movie face/off starring john travolta and nicholas cage (i havent actually seen it, but i think i know the premise)
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.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Bonfire
I cannot dance like John Travolta and I havnt a pilots licence what I do have is two legs and a drivers licence
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
licence
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
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
some of my favorite disco songs