"unlawfully" poems
Feel the strengths of vein that hold the whole of your neck!
A life of loose you live on believe
A hope, a Faith even when you barely know a god.
****** juz be like:#OluwaIsInvolved
Your father owns an Estate, even a country built in Gold
The #Street remains a #Paradise
You'll wanna go, even if you have to be named #Devil
You drop your #Pride like it never mattered
To gather a better world
Where you'd be worshiped as #Boss
You chase a #Bigger dream that the oldest in your family won't dare.
Rub-in all pains that attaining #LandNeverPromised would wanna bear
You #Focus , patiently hoping for what is never #Certained
You #Beg your 'Luck' more than the rate you beg your #God
To meet the #One that would bring you the #PayDay of no accountable #Duty
#Legitimacy becomes the most irritating Slogan you'll Cause your brethren that ever utters.
Authority, a #Foe that would stop you from dressing #TooLoud,
Anything you ever #Wished links way back to #Money
#MoneyMustBeMade the only #Pledge that keeps echoing in your brain
A #Brain that works only to unlawfully take from the token of a #Brother
With the #Vengeance-filled mind of eradicating Poverty that denied you of a better #Background,
When you have a #PayDay, you still long for a million more
In a better fold that could last you many more #Lifetime
Then, you pick back the #Pride you allayed for a while so #Long
Now reflect that part of you.
That part, you rebuked a #RichYoungDude earlier on for
Or the #Angelic one you would ever love a #Philanthropist for
Remain on the #LowestKey for 'a now's ' while
To be at the #HighestKey, even under the deepest ground
And keep your #Brain more opened than #YourEyes
While you make the only thing that keep you going as #GodBlessTheHustle
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Bloated belly, swollen cheeks,
and a sunken stiff neck on robust torso.
Yet well fitted in flowing apparels;
falling and being raised frequently
from side to side.
Obscene opulence is your delight,
your prestige and your pride;
amassed unlawfully by the pen,
ever wet for your deception
and thievery.
The flight of your spoils of office
enlarge the shopping Malls and treasure houses
of the Occident,
leaving your covetous people
deprived of earning power.
To arms they take at boredom's peak,
whilst your virgins and maidens go a-whoring.
Still, you in your sinister acts of re-election,
widen their capacity for Evil, just to have
your sit-tight bid guaranteed you.
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 3:36 PM UTC
there are completely irrelevant
things in our lives
that we will remember until
the day we meet our
makers
her golden hair
in the South Carolina sunlight
the way that she smiled
that no still photograph could
ever replicate
we got married in a fever
it was a young and
wild summer
& I couldn't wait
to meet her
we were unlawfully
wedded
in the years
of our youth
& 'til death do us
part
is our god-given
truth
though miles apart
I could never imagine
being too far
from my dearest friend
the islands that call
bring us both
through our every
fall
for we know we'll reach the sea
in the very end
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 1:34 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
She's an unwanted skin tone
She's as pale as death
She will forever be alone
She knows this will be her last breath
She will soar like an eagle
She will fly high and free
She will meet and Angel
She and he will be carefree
They will make a human coveted her and he
They will make him paint paintings of their love
They will love awfully
They will love unlawfully
He is up above
He is disgusted with this perverted love
He is tired of this mess that his own Angel left
He is not going to be kind now, it's time to shove
He is doing what has to be done, many will call him a theft
But, this is what has to be done
"How can you do this to the people you have created Lord? The people you love. Send them for a eternity in Hell... To burn forever?"
Several shall ask
"You will see on judgement day, it will be here very soon." He says to himself
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
Somebody please tell me why I miss someone who has hurt me so much.
Unforgivably and unlawfully has he treated me – and demolished my life with his icy touch.
So why do I miss him with this ache in my stomach and with tears in my eyes?
O why O why? When he caused my childhood’s demise?
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
No good comes out of me with elongated periods of thought
I think with the plight of the pessimist
I do what I ought not
I become repulsive
Tonic
Hygienic
*****
Strangely ironic
Unlawfully rude
Thought of periods elongated with me of out comes good
no, Monsters
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
*understand my misogyny, what sort of woman would force a child upon a man when she secures a belief in the man's knowledge that she's taking anti-contraceptive pills while he was content to adorning a ****** given his lack of ****** ferocity of agonising the ******** as the owner of ********
strange to create laws worthy of society
and civilisation by unlawfully trying
to bind man with such expectations
that could come to pass with time and deliberation,
to imagine binding man to pavement
and street-lamps within nomadic thinking?
what sort of woman does that?!
a rich one, i am assured, one who bemoans
travelling to Edinburgh from St. Petersburg
because of a love affair,
the same one who wouldn't travel to London
from Edinburgh because the man had to become
a roofing prodigy and not a chemist...
well adorned ***** of the deep...
two apartments in St. Petersburg and apparently
one in Moscow... farewell dear pearl...
hello a purse of moths - now hear how my heart flutters
for anyone but you, you the aurelian sadist
to my butterfly heart:
- real men do not cry.
- but to music, what other compliment is there
if not for man to cry and not
go mad like Odysseus' jealousy
of being the sole interpreter of the sirens's wails
waxing shut the ears of fellow sailors?
if man cannot cry for music
then woman is in debt of crying for cannon
fire! vide cor meum!
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
Usual//Standard//Ordinary
Don't you ever wander
What is usual?
What is standard?
What is ordinary?
Society unlawfully
dictates what
is ordinary
and what is bizarre
Strange
Peculiar
It is merely based
on the dictation
of the crazy antics of
society
Therefore the term
or rather notion
of normal
does not have
a solid foundation
Why should I follow
The wants
Of others
When I am
Perfectly capable
Of making my own
Decisions
Why should I
Follow their perception
Of life when
I have my own idea
Why should I
Give in to their
Demands
When they don't
Listen to mine
Why can't I
Live my life
According to how
I want
Will I always be
Trapped in a cage
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 3:45 AM UTC
I'm a puppet on a missing string
My love is to which I cling
A love that loves Unlawfully
I'm under the rain that wont stop bleeding
I take refuge under a blue tree
I didn't realize there is one place from where it feeds
And that is my blood sea
I climb and climb
Until I'm safe
I grab an apple to eat
My heart begins to no longer beat
The only thing that exist is the red night
And it is guarded by me, the dark knight
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
Politics of power politics of greed, politics we don't really need
Words with no meaning, words of war, words to exasperate all the wrongs of before
Men in bowler hats from higher degrees of education, Suffragettes in suits with their posh procrastinations
Radicalised preachers disguised as primary school teachers, morals and values that have no worth, morals and values to discolour our earth
Politicians with a fame fascination, politicians on their own inert instruction
Politics of verbal constipation, designed in a way you will never comprehend, politics of corruption and manipulation, politics to make your thoughts unlawfully twist and bend
Politics that so easily steal from a dying hand, politics that allows our old to die where they stand
The politicians expense account, this just helps the animosity amount, our money, our stability our very existence, put to one side and dealt with the utmost of contempt if you offer up any form of resistance
Politics of minorities who the majority doesn't want or need and should rightfully and respectfully be abolished, when you look at our world our people, and how they suffer, the responsibility lays firmly at their feet for with their megalomaniac ways , our world they have tarnished
I personally do not vote, how can I, when all they do is lie, I'm sure in-between, this cataclysmic scene, someone has the heart, the integrity and honour to want to serve the people of their nation, but I guess , like the rest , they'll accept their payout, sign on a dotted line, and never scream, never shout
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
We’ve slept for too long...
slumbered thru the day.
hate has grown strong
and we all stand amazed.
staring at the blaze
of a culture on fire.
who will douse the flames
of the outraged and tired.
if we’re silent while it matters
we’ll never see change,
as tyrants rise to power
keeping people afraid.
Dr. King dream spoke of resolution,
now the blood of our kids
is the fuel of revolution.
Justice will prevail
by man or by God.
In our lives or our kids’
against all odds.
To endure for the justice
of the unlawfully slain.
We need the power
held by the blood of ultimate grace.
Jesus.
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
Unfaithful Serpent of scorn, who art thou to lower
your sight? Casting me down beneath thee.
I think not, above own plateau is that of this Kings
Territory. Had I lesser demeanour it would be your
head. Glaring up at the block with rolling eyes of
Crimson glaze.
Away then to White Tower for this most personal of
torments. A lesson to be taught and yes most delinquent
of friend. I will engage precious and most valuable
time as tutor. In near future I do expect your values
will become distinctly comparable to this Royals own.
Under scrutinizer the truth shall become known.
My truth is without doubt. Would thee allocate to
question the word of a King.
If this be true all Hell will befall thee. Ponder well on
this should you doubt my resolve. Should you confess
before God and King answer then with your ink scribbling.
Should you speak true I will show lenience and mercy.
The block will be preferable to thee. The alternative to be
burned to ashes shall pray more wholly on your brow.
This decision is for your own conscience.
Right will raise its head in either forum. Why then keep
possession on the other?
Such is the error of your ways the axe-mans block is your
favoured direction. Your admission signs your own fate
but is of your own design. Free will brings confessional
signature to light of day.
This King is now professed to be unlawfully wronged and
once more is eligible to take his toll.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
The teen-age finds
Infamy attractive
& the 'unlawfully fun'.
I heard that
There's no better feeling-
than being on the run.
Some made rebelling,
their creed
& saw thrill-
in ruination.
Amid the juvenile drama,
a thirst for-
retribution.
On top of
great parapets
& in thickets-
we hide.
Don't we all
want to be~
Infamous inside.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 10:47 AM UTC
I've something to tell you
my darling divine,
you have become
unlawfully mine
I've leashed up your magic
and keep it in tow
There's no possible way
I'll allow you to go
I did give you warning
when times were ahead
"Lay with me now,
but sleep not in my bed"
And my poor lover
you list' not my words,
for night after night
you stayed unconcerned
And I regret saying
you cannot return
for lust me; you'll live
but love me, you'll burn.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
Through the choices that I make,
to stay in touch with those which time lost,
I must choose.
That of the friend who gave me joy.....
That of the friend who gave me happiness.....
That of the friend who gave me kindness.....
That of the friend who gave me memories.....
That of the friend who he now only sees.
On what hard stone ground must the battle be fought,
On what cause must this fight start to never end until
the one says....."It's over"?!
Jealous.....over what?!
The time I would spend, laugh and joke, is trashed by love,
On what grounds must this become the wall?
ON WHAT GROUNDS?
To never see a friend so fair, that through this coloud he must speak,
decide, act, choose.....
A choice unlawfully made by one over another.....
Life for a life.....
Friend over love.....
.....
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 5:22 AM UTC
i wish i was in hell these days, burning
warmth so overwhelming it hurts
burn so severe it eliminates everything else
i want to forget this body, this lonely
that unlawfully resides within me
in raging eternal flames, that's how
i want to be forgotten
i want to become ashes, rise again
only to burn to death again
that's how i want to forget
what it's like to have skin and bones
what it's like to disguise the skeleton with fat and cellulites
i wish i was in hell these days, burning
yet all i do is hoarding, gorging, overindulging
in this cold room of a landfill, as a lifestyle
but also no, i don't live like this
i don't live at all
i want to prove the world wrong
i want to nullify your religion
i want you to know the absolute truth
i want to burn, because coldness
is how i know hell. i want to break,
because my whole is how
i become hell
hell is all in my head
hell is all over my body
hell is penetrating my every pores
because it's gaping wide, asking for it
asking to be filled, asking for anything
asking for enlargement, asking to reduce themselves
asking to perish, forcefully, painfully, then all at once
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
You don’t know what it is to have and to hold,
from this day forward,
for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
You don’t know what it is
to love and to cherish,
till death do us part,
according to God's holy ordinance;
and thereto I do not pledge thee
my faith
And/Or
pledge myself to you."
Signed: Your unlawfully almost partner for life
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
I feel compelled to post and speak
But my education feels too bleak
Yet blacks and whites and others too
See the harm the policemen do
I am white
But I'm not dumb
I see an action so blatantly wrong
The harm that the policemen have done
The people are out and the streets are loud
They will not rest until justice is found
One name fires up the nation
Yet the harm continues, little hesitation
There are good, but there are bad
People on every side of the issue are mad
But it's hard to deny the facts
Unlawfully taken lives can't be given back
Speak up for what is true and what is right
Even if you're scared since you are white
I know you aren't dumb
Help be the change that needs to come
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
I hear my name in the falling rain.
The sun shines on what is done.
His voice said I had no choice.
Approach my fears showing not tears.
Depression & disgust through the years.
No men to trust drinking beer.
I do not approve of my virginity at 12,
Which was unlawfully & criminally removed so awfully.
Sinning alluriity violating my purity.
Who is near me is what I fear to see.
Yearning hatred a desire to destroy.
I was just a sick toy for his insane joy.
Saturation absorbing irritation.
Ignorant complications across all nations. Abomination growing aggravation.
Hesistations of all infatuations.
Corrupted imaginations their cursed creation.
Erupted evil into a child's household. Unearthed a hex of disease like metaphoric killer bees.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC