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"tribe" poems
African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
African Woman
African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was ******* and as I turned my head he hauled his **** into a crack. I got the can and sprayed and sprayed and sprayed and finally the roach came out and gave me a very ***** look. then he fell down into the bathtub and I watched him dying with a subtle pleasure because I paid rent and he didn't. I picked him up with some greenblue toilet paper and flushed him away. that's all there was to that, except around Hollywood and Western we have to keep doing it. they say some day that tribe is going to inherit the earth but we're going to make them wait a few months.
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cockroach
What is your Quantity? Are you large or extra large? What is your Quality? Is It Unique or Is It blick? Okay now, I let you talk it's my turn to evoke the york Blue Earth's my birth place, where I breathe and I Walk; Black is my Colour, Judge me by my dream not my Skin Everybody's fighting for Equality, why live life in poverty? Women want Equality so much, but they forget that they blame Eve for their Sins What's Sad is I fear Equality will never be attained Awaiting someone to lead the way When we can construct our own road each day Ask about Equality? They Trees need Equality! and They Waters need Equality! and They Animals need Equality! But all we see is Disequality! We see people to be the staring roles of life but what are you without a tree? or water? or the animals? no lie, Women are to die for! but Equality shouldn't just be based on just Women Equality Speaks for Everything Work, Employment, Creed, Tribe, Race and all that is on earth's lovely face Equality, Let us solve this Inequality!
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
Equality
By David John Mowers Oceanus, Acheron, Styx and Gyges, Phlegethon, Phaeacians lament, mourn the loss, Scheria, dissolved in froths. Virgil’s tale, found correct, a land too good, a nation wrecked, Nausikaa, burn the ships; their minds released, cool airy nips, Below the wave, watery grave, submerged to bottom, fathoms by stave, Fathoms some more, until the whorl, descending to, another world. Through Omphalos, to Land of Sleep, awaits a beast, where time has ceased, Darkness here, underworld, cold and frigid, below the whirl, In solemn grave, souls released, judged and counted, by the beast, Deeper than, the deep itself, past drowning fairies and dying elves, Who did mourn them? Those golden men, magic mariners, Mino's kin? What wrong was seen? What vice not true? What awful sin? What did they do? One thousand years, first black age, Two thousand more, to find the stage, Cast off Aries and cast Orion, to find beginning, of Golden Lion. Man of Heavens, Beast agrees, Bull of Sky, Ox of seas, Land of Punt, Land of Éire, Ogyges blue, hearts on fire, All the seashores, all the mines, Tribe of Dan, from ancient times, Port of Sais, Port of Thera, Port of Lagash, bygone era, Sailor’s horse, Minotaur, a lyre is crying, strummed guitar, nation dying, abattoir. Ochre foams to sanguine depth, there they rested, where Kronos slept, He’ll never answer, he doesn’t care, we’ll never know, if this was fair. Our hearts in sadness, hands on the gates! I curse you Poseidon! . . .and your Sea of Fates!
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
Po-se-dawon-e (Powerful Waters/Waters of Power)
By David John Mowers Oceanus, Acheron, Styx and Gyges, Phlegethon, Phaeacians lament, mourn the loss, Scheria, dissolved in froths. Virgil’s tale, found correct, a land too good, a nation wrecked, Nausikaa, burn the ships; their minds released, cool airy nips, Below the wave, watery grave, submerged to bottom, fathoms by stave, Fathoms some more, until the whorl, descending to, another world. Through Omphalos, to Land of Sleep, awaits a beast, where time has ceased, Darkness here, underworld, cold and frigid, below the whirl, In solemn grave, souls released, judged and counted, by the beast, Deeper than, the deep itself, past drowning fairies and dying elves, Who did mourn them? Those golden men, magic mariners, Mino's kin? What wrong was seen? What vice not true? What awful sin? What did they do? One thousand years, first black age, Two thousand more, to find the stage, Cast off Aries and cast Orion, to find beginning, of Golden Lion. Man of Heavens, Beast agrees, Bull of Sky, Ox of seas, Land of Punt, Land of Éire, Ogyges blue, hearts on fire, All the seashores, all the mines, Tribe of Dan, from ancient times, Port of Sais, Port of Thera, Port of Lagash, bygone era, Sailor’s horse, Minotaur, a lyre is crying, strummed guitar, nation dying, abattoir. Ochre foams to sanguine depth, there they rested, where Kronos slept, He’ll never answer, he doesn’t care, we’ll never know, if this was fair. Our hearts in sadness, hands on the gates! I curse you Poseidon! . . .and your Sea of Fates!
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It seems wrong that out of this bird, Black, bold, a suggestion of dark Places about it, there yet should come Such rich music, as though the notes' Ore were changed to a rare metal At one touch of that bright bill. You have heard it often, alone at your desk In a green April, your mind drawn Away from its work by sweet disturbance Of the mild evening outside your room. A slow singer, but loading each phrase With history's overtones, love, joy And grief learned by his dark tribe In other orchards and passed on Instinctively as they are now, But fresh always with new tears.
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A Blackbird Singing
Please Don't Touch My Hair. It's amazing, It's beautiful, Maybe its the first time you'll see; Hair so dark and 'puffy' As the hair God gave to me. But my hair is not a commodity; A thing for you to gather round and see. It is not something I pull out once a while Just so you can take a peek. Please Don't Touch My Hair. Don't run your hands through it, Don't ask me why it act's like that, Don't ask me if you can pull it, Don't pet me like I'm your cat. Don't touch it without asking, And worst of all ask and not wait, Are your manners really that lacking? Please Don't Touch My Hair. Don't stare like I am some exhibit Brought for you from far away, Don't mock the way it looks on me Don't say 'I don't like the way it looks today'. It's My hair On MY head, So don't you even dare. You're not the one that spends hours Looking after my luscious hair. Please Don't Touch My Hair. Because many years ago My ancestors were put in zoos So people like you could know How our hair felt, and our skin looked Instead of just seeing old photos. As if we were not human beings With minds, and hearts and souls. So my hair is not on display For your viewing pleasure, My hair is on my head for ME And it has worth that you can never measure. It represents Who I Am My Tribe, My Land, My Culture. So don't hover around with oily hands Like a flock of curious vultures. So for the love of all that I know Please DO NOT TOUCH MY HAIR. And don't ask me why you can't, Don't say it isn't fair. Because would I walk up to a stranger And ask, only to receive a no Then go on and touch it anyway? ...I didn't think so. Please Don't Touch My Hair. This is the last time I'll say it, I cannot be silent any longer I will not tolerate it. I've given it all I can I have been very patient But I will not let this continue This I will not permit. If you say you are my friend You will respect this Its My Hair, on My Head And that's all there is to it.
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
Please Don't Touch My Hair
Please Don't Touch My Hair. It's amazing, It's beautiful, Maybe its the first time you'll see; Hair so dark and 'puffy' As the hair God gave to me. But my hair is not a commodity; A thing for you to gather round and see. It is not something I pull out once a while Just so you can take a peek. Please Don't Touch My Hair. Don't run your hands through it, Don't ask me why it act's like that, Don't ask me if you can pull it, Don't pet me like I'm your cat. Don't touch it without asking, And worst of all ask and not wait, Are your manners really that lacking? Please Don't Touch My Hair. Don't stare like I am some exhibit Brought for you from far away, Don't mock the way it looks on me Don't say 'I don't like the way it looks today'. It's My hair On MY head, So don't you even dare. You're not the one that spends hours Looking after my luscious hair. Please Don't Touch My Hair. Because many years ago My ancestors were put in zoos So people like you could know How our hair felt, and our skin looked Instead of just seeing old photos. As if we were not human beings With minds, and hearts and souls. So my hair is not on display For your viewing pleasure, My hair is on my head for ME And it has worth that you can never measure. It represents Who I Am My Tribe, My Land, My Culture. So don't hover around with oily hands Like a flock of curious vultures. So for the love of all that I know Please DO NOT TOUCH MY HAIR. And don't ask me why you can't, Don't say it isn't fair. Because would I walk up to a stranger And ask, only to receive a no Then go on and touch it anyway? ...I didn't think so. Please Don't Touch My Hair. This is the last time I'll say it, I cannot be silent any longer I will not tolerate it. I've given it all I can I have been very patient But I will not let this continue This I will not permit. If you say you are my friend You will respect this Its My Hair, on My Head And that's all there is to it.
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can you see Pride’s face? can you see the pride in Pride’s face? boastful & frivolous. Pride’s intentions are not of good will. Pride just destroyed a home. Pride just stabbed a friend in the back. Pride ended a life-long friendship. Pride just ended a simple argument. he is a disease. humans are afraid of him. can you see the pride in pride’s face? can you see the bad he creates? can you see all the lives he took? Pride is a crook. he breaks into the windows of your spirit and steals all the gold. that gold is your happiness. Pride is a weapon. anything in his way is destroyed. Pride doesn’t have emotions. Pride can make you insane. but Pride has an enemy. Pride has a cure. Humility. Humility is Pride’s balance. Humility can heal wounds. he is spirited & can bring people together. Humility is a weapon, a weapon of peace. he is a conqueror. Humility is Pride’s balance. can you see Humility’s face? can you feel Humility’s embrace? when are we starting to be humble? when are gon’ respect each other? can you see the pride in Pride’s face? Pride cares about no one but himself. Humility cares for everyone & himself. Teddy Bear Tribe.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Can You See Pride's Face?
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my breath finds you gone. I horrify those who stand by. I am fed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Finger to finger, now she's mine. She's not too far. She's my encounter. I beat her like a bell. I recline in the bower where you used to mount her. You borrowed me on the flowered spread. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Take for instance this night, my love, that every single couple puts together with a joint overturning, beneath, above, the abundant two on sponge and feather, kneeling and pushing, head to head. At night, alone, I marry the bed. I break out of my body this way, an annoying miracle. Could I put the dream market on display? I am spread out. I crucify. My little plum is what you said. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Then my black-eyed rival came. The lady of water, rising on the beach, a piano at her fingertips, shame on her lips and a flute's speech. And I was the knock-kneed broom instead. At night, alone, I marry the bed. She took you the way a women takes a bargain dress off the rack and I broke the way a stone breaks. I give back your books and fishing tack. Today's paper says that you are wed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.
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The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my breath finds you gone. I horrify those who stand by. I am fed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Finger to finger, now she's mine. She's not too far. She's my encounter. I beat her like a bell. I recline in the bower where you used to mount her. You borrowed me on the flowered spread. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Take for instance this night, my love, that every single couple puts together with a joint overturning, beneath, above, the abundant two on sponge and feather, kneeling and pushing, head to head. At night, alone, I marry the bed. I break out of my body this way, an annoying miracle. Could I put the dream market on display? I am spread out. I crucify. My little plum is what you said. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Then my black-eyed rival came. The lady of water, rising on the beach, a piano at her fingertips, shame on her lips and a flute's speech. And I was the knock-kneed broom instead. At night, alone, I marry the bed. She took you the way a women takes a bargain dress off the rack and I broke the way a stone breaks. I give back your books and fishing tack. Today's paper says that you are wed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.
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A drop of Tear dropped.... before my steps into the Alter! A drop of Tear dropped.... before saying my name! A drop of Tear dropped.... before declaring my hunger! I danced my signature... I cast my charm... I saw their eyes glowing and through receiving me... I saw their smiles inviting me to rest... I saw their tears and I'm happy in trusting them! I cried in silence saying to myself... "Where have you been?!" I saw their eyes and I fall in love for them... I am finally in my Place! I am in my Tribe!!
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
The Grace of Fall!!
Smoke tokes out of the monkey's head, embers embellish empathic light enlightening gypsy nymphs from miles around, a glowing lighthouse haven heaven in nirvana massages lavender bubbles upon pores restoring strength to warriors of the rainbow tribe." Wind rustles with us... Stay grounded, you're found before you're even lost. Some get tossed and turned by the sea, but a smooth one never created a skilled pirate with third-eye versatile switch-blade heartbeat ink scribed on blood-vessel maps, following the soul tattoos and taboo time scars along with the azurite lightning stars shooting in our brain. Time stops sometimes... *Seasons change DNA re-arranges as we grow goin' with our own flow down the subconscious ocean, sometimes watchin' sunsets into a haze of sweet *** sweat and green cigarette peacetime sufi twirling our conscious to the north star crown chakra.* Love is. Always.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Mind Pirates Sea Shanty
i breathe one breath at a time each inhalation linked to the exhalation before it yet every breath stands alone there's something tenuous about it this soft machine is on thin ice devoured by time in innocent increments like a moth nibbles away wool my heart little gorilla wearing itself out rubber glove with a hole in it weird luck my eyes are bright solar blue ball lanterns if you saw me you would say good bones river of envy yet all hinges on a muscular rhythmic pulsating machine like a determined jaw chewing jumpy mouth yet on the verge of betrayal a glitch karmic indecision   in destinies wheel house a red fist locus banging ones immense sense of self a vainglorious elaboration built over a small pulsating muscle innocuous dumb blood flesh knot drumming scarlet tribe throne of my very soul great sovereign old man in a crib splitting open of its own accord   a sudden rip from life to a dead sea eternity the final frontier starless night
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
I BREATHE
I hear the rhythmic clapping And feel the pounding of feet on the ground As dust swirls and dances around While I sit facing the sun In all her divine beauty. Encased in the wood of the red gum tree, I am at peace. Burnum carves my totem outside Surrounded by holy men, Loved ones and ancestors. This is my signifier and protection. I am Miki the moon Recently returned to my tribe Heeding the call of the spirits. My people mourn deeply But know I will come again To be at one with them, First I must commune with the great creator Rainbow spirit of the sky For now is the time for dreaming.
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
Miki
I forgive you Yet not forget The bluish hue With a scarlet Tinge on my cheek... Your abusive taunts Endlessly woven lies Alcoholic brawls The redness of eyes Glaring at me With naked dislike Of me and my family And all my tribe... Yet I always pardon As this is a **** curse Bestowed upon Me for using your purse To meet my needs How can I forget Those early deeds My wants were met With your toil n sweat... I truly forgive you As you earned fame Women too came to woo Without any **** shame Threw themselves at you For wealth and name Success in your head Women by your side Your drinking was raised As guilt made you hide Behind the glass and smoke You made your life a living joke... Forgiving I have to be For when you compare Those beauties to met I am just dumb and fair With a plain Jane face And meagre background Who brings you disgrace To those who surround You and your basking glory Yet I belong to your days of penury...
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
Forgive
Discoboli of African poetry has now sparked above aphasia The aphasic silence today breaks eardrums with cacophony Of the world audience in the by standing duty of workshop tubes, Executing poetic experiment on the origin of **** poeticus To link the archaic baboonish proteins to the black chimpanzee Cradling African man, the sire of all and their poetry. That when the Chimpanzee blood we poured Into the African veins of vena cava and aorta, Feeding the heart with viscosity of nutrition, And the Chimpanzee blood fell into deadly Tomperousness like Shakespearean impetuosity Once seen in Romeo and Juliet, giving timely Birth To untimely half the yellow Sun That juxtaposed planet of poetry Behind the star of tribe as a priority Condemning to stark oblivion all the fated, in full uniform of tribal dimunitions, or mimesis. Ever predated on when tribes form nations. A time to try the chimpanzee blood in the veins Of white humanity, battling cynosure Historically evinced in Antony and his father, Or Tybalt and Mercurial of mercutio, Or Macbeth and counterparts Or Hamlet the Danish and the inheritors of his mother, As the white blood cells of the white blood, Militantly attack the white corpuscles Of the misfortunate chimpanzee, Converting the later into A chewer of misfortune.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
CHIMPANZEE BLOOD INSIDE AFRICAN VEINES
Peer pressure, peer pressure My name is peer pressure, My father is doubt, My mother is duress, My sister is bad choices, My brother is nervous energy I was born in a cyclone of negativity Whipping through an ocean of people They're the tribe of the unrest I know im extremely unwanted But im here anyways at all times Peer pressure, peer pressure Is my name No one is immune from me Neither the young, the teen nor the old I'm evil I wreak havoc and strife To the human race I ruin people's lives First, I offer illusions of enjoyment And pleasure to them Till when I take their greatest Treasure Till when I see them departing From all that is correct Till when No more goodness nor kindness Is detected from them Till when Their morals and goodness Have gone into decay Till when I see their senses sedated And all their energy depleted Till when I see them F   A     L       T        E          R           I          N        G Till when I see tears of regrets Turn into cries of despair Till when I see there is nobody They can turn unto Peer pressure, peer pressure Is my name Those who grant me to their lives, I make sure i become A silhouette of lies to their lives Till when They're always M-i-n-e Frozen in time Hopeless forever Till when I see them Completely gone astray Furthermore, Pile on the agony For that is pleasing To my father Satan B     E       N         E        A      T H Peer pressure, peer pressure Is my name "Alas!" Beware when making me your friend Because i might end up D      R        A        G      G        I           N                G You to self destruction.
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
Peer pressure, Peer pressure
Peer pressure, peer pressure My name is peer pressure, My father is doubt, My mother is duress, My sister is bad choices, My brother is nervous energy I was born in a cyclone of negativity Whipping through an ocean of people They're the tribe of the unrest I know im extremely unwanted But im here anyways at all times Peer pressure, peer pressure Is my name No one is immune from me Neither the young, the teen nor the old I'm evil I wreak havoc and strife To the human race I ruin people's lives First, I offer illusions of enjoyment And pleasure to them Till when I take their greatest Treasure Till when I see them departing From all that is correct Till when No more goodness nor kindness Is detected from them Till when Their morals and goodness Have gone into decay Till when I see their senses sedated And all their energy depleted Till when I see them F   A     L       T        E          R           I          N        G Till when I see tears of regrets Turn into cries of despair Till when I see there is nobody They can turn unto Peer pressure, peer pressure Is my name Those who grant me to their lives, I make sure i become A silhouette of lies to their lives Till when They're always M-i-n-e Frozen in time Hopeless forever Till when I see them Completely gone astray Furthermore, Pile on the agony For that is pleasing To my father Satan B     E       N         E        A      T H Peer pressure, peer pressure Is my name "Alas!" Beware when making me your friend Because i might end up D      R        A        G      G        I           N                G You to self destruction.
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The Destroyer of the division machine1 Had first to run on the Way of the Cross To have souls over the long lived ruin. Robben, Pollsmoor and Victor2 caused no loss In the Staff Heritage of the Thembu3 Rulers, forever loved by their people, From whom was learnt right fight ain’t to taboo. Good farmers’ teeth run right through the apple; Likely after the Hard Walk to Freedom4 The Son of Gadla and Nosekeni5, When his Soul flies up to the Lord’s Kingdom, Glass will keep his body, and not any Stain will sully the Star of the Nation Whose Light will shine for each generation. 1. The division machine: The Apartheid. 2. Robben, Pollsmoor and Victor: During twenty seven years Mandela was successively jailed at Robben Island, Pollsmoor and Victor Verster prisons. 3. Thembu: The tribe over which ruled Mandela’s ancestors. 4. Hard Walk to Freedom: In September 1953, Andrew Kunene, a co-militant of his, read out Mandela's "No Easy Walk to Freedom" speech at a Transvaal ANC meeting; the title was taken from a quote by Indian independence leader Jawaharlal Nehru, a seminal influence on Mandela's thought. The speech laid out a contingency plan for a scenario in which the ANC was banned. 5. Gadla (Henry Mphakanyiswa): Mandela’s father; Nosekeni ***** His mother.                                                                   Boniface
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
Preliminary epitaph on Mandela
today i achieved the farthest state from meditation humanly possible i slammed down the horn when the wrinkled egg tried to place her stick in front of her. my cat's hunger is only met by my own intestinal growls, and it's my anniversary. i belong in a tribe of chimpanzees. i'm too lazy to shower, too angsty to sit still, too apathetic to lift even one limb from that sweet honey mud that clings to me, that bubble of no-space, and i have so many ideas. i want to do everything. but the pebbles turn to dark walls when they should be cobblestone, everyone cares and is trying to help me i'm alone, alone, alone.
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
sun in libra moon in pisces
*a child is born free of mind but is hardened into thought and by the time one dies most are fixed and ******* into worlds of their making, heavens of their fantasies* so one thinks one's an Indian, one a Chinese or an American or British or Swedish or French or Russian or German; or one thinks one is a Christian or Muslim or Jew or Hindu or Sikh or Catholic or Doaist or Buddhist or Marxist or Communist or even for that matter, an atheist - or whatever you will... one finds a badge to pin proudly to one's chest and each identity becomes so strong it becomes so real it all comes into the question of right and wrong of evil and good and it falls into loud declamations and my tribe is good, your tribe is evil my brand is holy, your brand unholy... and so it goes, with all sorts of justifications that beat sense out of all loyal adherents and it squeezes humanity out of the human as paste out of a tube... ah, and yes, the energy goes on into the afterlife as Christians go into a Christian Heaven and Hindus and Buddhists into various Lokas and Muslims in their own Paradise and so it goes on, this Human Tragi-Comedy, yes, yes, certainly all created by the Almighty who was created by your mind's poverty so that a child is born free of mind but is hardened into thought and by the time one dies most are fixed and ******* into worlds of their making, heavens of their fantasies
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 7:34 PM UTC
a child is born free of mind
the urban ecosystem breeds the urban beast; the two-legged feral brute they board their clockwork motorcages the young ones in predatious packs the old, too weathered to care animal autonomy born from sweatshop routines i imagine myself as a metropolitan jane goodall observing and assimilating taking note of the cacophony of hoots and and hollers the city-born mating calls the high-topped courtship dances ******* civility born from enslaved mindsets a young, dark-skinned boy let's rhyme flow freeformed to the rhythm of a young girls dancing feet stomps and claps excite the celebration of abandoned social etiquette and of my foreign presence i resemble some exotic missing link a mix of this, that and the other my skin, a rare quilt and this draws more attention than a gold-dusted african queen i place myself in the back peering through the windows of this transit jungle feeling my heart skip beats boom...boom...shhhh... i must've left my rhythm in my other heritage because i can't catch the ancient flow but my neck leads my head in bobs my brain rattles with old soul memories and i see these young folks on the train held back by centuries of black struggle but forever rejoicing in african pulse forever embodying our ancestoral pride and i think, how peculiar on the outside looking in like a fishbowl exiled from my own brown-skinned tribe with my oppression fitted like a glove my blackness a mere disguise my blackness camouflage my blackness not quite black enough
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Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
Transit Jungle
the urban ecosystem breeds the urban beast; the two-legged feral brute they board their clockwork motorcages the young ones in predatious packs the old, too weathered to care animal autonomy born from sweatshop routines i imagine myself as a metropolitan jane goodall observing and assimilating taking note of the cacophony of hoots and and hollers the city-born mating calls the high-topped courtship dances ******* civility born from enslaved mindsets a young, dark-skinned boy let's rhyme flow freeformed to the rhythm of a young girls dancing feet stomps and claps excite the celebration of abandoned social etiquette and of my foreign presence i resemble some exotic missing link a mix of this, that and the other my skin, a rare quilt and this draws more attention than a gold-dusted african queen i place myself in the back peering through the windows of this transit jungle feeling my heart skip beats boom...boom...shhhh... i must've left my rhythm in my other heritage because i can't catch the ancient flow but my neck leads my head in bobs my brain rattles with old soul memories and i see these young folks on the train held back by centuries of black struggle but forever rejoicing in african pulse forever embodying our ancestoral pride and i think, how peculiar on the outside looking in like a fishbowl exiled from my own brown-skinned tribe with my oppression fitted like a glove my blackness a mere disguise my blackness camouflage my blackness not quite black enough
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the grumpy anger of a selfish nature tormented by impatience, and dominance can infect the freedom of the sheer joy of living for the rest of the tribe
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
check your grumpy calculus
The essence of patience The patience of light The travel it takes, knowing It must last for eternity, Beaming forward, granting anew. Patience the virtue. The status to achieve, allowing now So that next can just be, as it will. The patience to leap. Courage carries patience clear, Fears weight sinking below. Patience for death, for one again. The longing for You, to know us again. Patience to see clearly, open my heart To now. Moments always planned out. Patience for the ****** Patience for the touch of your skin, The relation of kin, of natural senses. Of the things that flow, easy. Of titillating tickling of the, everything. Your smell will bring me in. I know it well… the musk of Earth Wrapped in the forest, deep dug in my gut. Dug down patiently to prepare my ground To rise my crown, patient now As maturation continues to take place. Dug down, spine curled out Back arched, heart opened… Patient, awaiting your trail My tribe hunts and gathers, We know we need each other, And so we hunt, and we create And we locate…patience for The revolution taking place… Cyclical naturals, cycles of nature. Back to the Earth we all go. All things have a cycle.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
revolution and patience
Bequeath this Honour from the Eighties' Tribe To he who Modelled their Choice of Youth then Synchronise! The Word our Age imbibe Of Cool Moves, Puppies and Groovy-Pop Scent This Innocence, Sir, which you Emulate Through Mischief that Last Good Deed you remind How we, though Clowned, this Party appreciate Left printed for Cats to oogle behind Then that Watch you wore alarmed you to Grow And signalled your Hour to stand and be brave Hail, Parker Soldier! Valiant Flag bestow, Took arms with Locals and fought for our Stay. And when you Return, those Preppie-Girls cheer The Nerd and the Suave, Cross-Wrists with you here.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: CORIN NEMEC
green eyes how come that warm gently rides to springs of heaven from frosty blue ice then turns black ravens to brightest white doves and the hopeless cravens to bravest heroes lashes: turkish bows glances like arrows runnin' baby roes make you chase for a while what a perky look cheerful naughty snook but flowing jungle brook sings her lullaby a shiny pinky smile carries an angel tribe withinside of the nook thus devil got riled was expelled and allied with the nebbish adam -rosy pink lips wiled and might clothe the seven seas by the holly tide
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
altough the green is a cool color
somehow all neighborhood tribes & tribe lords love you. somehow you beat my score on the nickelcade spaced invaders. we leap fences in escape of party befouled cops. crusaders of mustache & veiny hate. you rip your jeans & lose your artifacts in the creek. into convenience store warm lights & makeout mixtapes.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
pear
There are trees, And buzzing bees, There are mountains, Between them the sun rises, Like a beautiful golden fountain, The Cool wind blows, And some prancing doe, It exists amidst a forest, There is a flowing brook, Inside the Hut is a singing cook, Cooking a tasty meal for the tribe, There is no electricity, No gas mobility, No Internet, People using fishing net, To reel in their catch, During the campfire, They have a singing Match, At night, The mosquitoes bite, But no one puts up a fight, The wolves howl in the eerie night, Howling at the moonlight, This is what other tribes pillage, And this is an extract, Of my hometown village
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Village