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Dear Nike, No better felling then when I get that new shoe smell Fresher than a spring breeze Like a wizard making a new spell I reach out and grab my Nikes Pull them on my feet They are Comfy as a the softest cloud Smooth as the purest silk Magnificent as a majestic eagle spreading its wings to fly off into a deep red sunset They make me feel relaxed as  sitting in the shade on a warm summer day When I wear you I feel as strong as the Rock lifting a thousand pounds faster than Usain Bolt shattering a world record and hearing fans cream his name All the pressure off It's just my Nikes and I I'm a blur with my nikes Fast as a cheetah sprinting after a desperately bounding antelope Can't even see me People try to keep up All they do is trip up When they glance up from the cold hard ground thick mud covering their face All they see are my beautiful piercing green Nikes Running down the court Legs pumping Muscles flexing So much sweat pouring off my face its like a raging river I taste the sourness of salt in my mouth Next thing you know It's all over The buzzer roars Everyones jumps on their feet All eyes locked on the ball flying through the air Fans screaming like angry banshees so loud it could make you deaf Swoosh And it's all over There's a reason Nike means victory It's because no one can even compete Before the battle is started they've already been beat People who don't wear them Just haven't realized that the shoes they wear are inferior Do their shoes give them the power to jump one thousand feet Sprint at the speed of light Make exery shot they take No On the torn up field On the scuffed up court It doesn't matter When I wear my Nikes They make me fly Around the world Through white wispy clouds surrounded by beautiful baby blue sky Across the endless oceans full of green and turquoise churning water and silver jumping fish Through fields full of long dark green grass Feeling the wind blow through my face like an angry hurricane Its like I'm in the flashing streets Hong kong Nike shoe game is just too strong Love, Zach
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Nike
Dear Nike, No better felling then when I get that new shoe smell Fresher than a spring breeze Like a wizard making a new spell I reach out and grab my Nikes Pull them on my feet They are Comfy as a the softest cloud Smooth as the purest silk Magnificent as a majestic eagle spreading its wings to fly off into a deep red sunset They make me feel relaxed as  sitting in the shade on a warm summer day When I wear you I feel as strong as the Rock lifting a thousand pounds faster than Usain Bolt shattering a world record and hearing fans cream his name All the pressure off It's just my Nikes and I I'm a blur with my nikes Fast as a cheetah sprinting after a desperately bounding antelope Can't even see me People try to keep up All they do is trip up When they glance up from the cold hard ground thick mud covering their face All they see are my beautiful piercing green Nikes Running down the court Legs pumping Muscles flexing So much sweat pouring off my face its like a raging river I taste the sourness of salt in my mouth Next thing you know It's all over The buzzer roars Everyones jumps on their feet All eyes locked on the ball flying through the air Fans screaming like angry banshees so loud it could make you deaf Swoosh And it's all over There's a reason Nike means victory It's because no one can even compete Before the battle is started they've already been beat People who don't wear them Just haven't realized that the shoes they wear are inferior Do their shoes give them the power to jump one thousand feet Sprint at the speed of light Make exery shot they take No On the torn up field On the scuffed up court It doesn't matter When I wear my Nikes They make me fly Around the world Through white wispy clouds surrounded by beautiful baby blue sky Across the endless oceans full of green and turquoise churning water and silver jumping fish Through fields full of long dark green grass Feeling the wind blow through my face like an angry hurricane Its like I'm in the flashing streets Hong kong Nike shoe game is just too strong Love, Zach
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What if they had a War and nobody came ! my sentiment all along Actions so transparent and telegraphed a mile long absurd anchoring, even more absurd triggering so absurd as to be meaningless the hotchpotch logic of simpletons on acid The banal manifestations of the anodyne retards with advanced hysteria Think unruly kids on Colombian marching powder think advanced psychosis with total stage ten delusions Watch mass hysteria contagion Logic was never there, rationality bolted beating Usain Bolt Inveterate liars and fantasists now control maddened throngs Oh dear! they decided I am madly in love with acquaintance neither I or poor acquaintance know this But let not the truth get in the way of a soap opera by the insanes After All meaningless triggers and Delusionary prompts keep the sheeples busy in People's Power utopia They are all having a war, nobody has told me about it I don't understand their language yet they are very eloquent Deep in their imagined Neuro-linguistic Programming or mental pygmies playing Pavlov Dog theory of the semi-illiterates   I just realized why cancer is prevalent amongst them They carry so much poison and emotional ******* in their beings It pollutes and eat away at them internally, they get cancer! Never have been interested in little minds and liars and thieves Have little time for dumb people, the toxics and the sheeples What makes cretins think I take anything of theirs to mind what can I learn or gain from contemptibles I don't feel inferior so why would I want to learn how to slander and defame others to bring them down 'Slander is the GREAT LEVELLER voiced one of them poor inadequate soul, poor pathetic degenerate I look twenty years younger than my years, no wrinkles Just slightly greying, mind as sharp as razor Because I don't carry acidic ******* hate or foul nonsense in my head, Because my mind is full of worthy knowledge because I am not an ignoramus with attitude because I am not a shameless coward or an empty headed nonentity Because I am not amongst the madding crowd I am not an insignificant pointless HATER with cancer in waiting! I am NOT a SHAMELESS RACIST white THIEF discrediting the Victim I STOLE from OR an OBNOXIOUS gang of SOCIALIST crazed subhumans cancerized by jealousy and envy
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Advance C. Macafartty Soldiers
What if they had a War and nobody came ! my sentiment all along Actions so transparent and telegraphed a mile long absurd anchoring, even more absurd triggering so absurd as to be meaningless the hotchpotch logic of simpletons on acid The banal manifestations of the anodyne retards with advanced hysteria Think unruly kids on Colombian marching powder think advanced psychosis with total stage ten delusions Watch mass hysteria contagion Logic was never there, rationality bolted beating Usain Bolt Inveterate liars and fantasists now control maddened throngs Oh dear! they decided I am madly in love with acquaintance neither I or poor acquaintance know this But let not the truth get in the way of a soap opera by the insanes After All meaningless triggers and Delusionary prompts keep the sheeples busy in People's Power utopia They are all having a war, nobody has told me about it I don't understand their language yet they are very eloquent Deep in their imagined Neuro-linguistic Programming or mental pygmies playing Pavlov Dog theory of the semi-illiterates   I just realized why cancer is prevalent amongst them They carry so much poison and emotional ******* in their beings It pollutes and eat away at them internally, they get cancer! Never have been interested in little minds and liars and thieves Have little time for dumb people, the toxics and the sheeples What makes cretins think I take anything of theirs to mind what can I learn or gain from contemptibles I don't feel inferior so why would I want to learn how to slander and defame others to bring them down 'Slander is the GREAT LEVELLER voiced one of them poor inadequate soul, poor pathetic degenerate I look twenty years younger than my years, no wrinkles Just slightly greying, mind as sharp as razor Because I don't carry acidic ******* hate or foul nonsense in my head, Because my mind is full of worthy knowledge because I am not an ignoramus with attitude because I am not a shameless coward or an empty headed nonentity Because I am not amongst the madding crowd I am not an insignificant pointless HATER with cancer in waiting! I am NOT a SHAMELESS RACIST white THIEF discrediting the Victim I STOLE from OR an OBNOXIOUS gang of SOCIALIST crazed subhumans cancerized by jealousy and envy
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Poverty is a curse A plague to be avoided Work smart, lest you be poor You too can cross the line That very thin line That separates the poor and the rich Just take steps of faith And be intentional Poverty robs you of your ego Makes you less of a human But are people really poor I guess not, just lazy I think If you can get your hand ***** You will never lack what to eat Run from poverty, faster than Usain Bolt Do nothing and poverty looms I just hate the coffee called poverty How can I rent my wife to tourists? Who does this for Pete's sake This must be a spell Is it a marriage with benefits? Please help me ask these East Africans How do you rent your wife to tourists? That women have local and foreign husband! Do we need to be re-colonised? Again I say "Tufiakwa" I don't care your tribe or race Poverty is a universal plague And winning starts with the right attitude If truly you can think enough That which you have, is just enough Together, let's kick out poverty It begins with you...
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Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
Poverty
Okay The Vibe To Write... Is Now A Part of My Life... It’s Just A BEAUTIFUL Thing... !!! When I Start To Think... And Start Writing Lyrics... That QUICKLY Sink... Into Papers Where Ink... ... Display Wordplay... That Comes From My Brain... It’s A Vibe That Invites... ..... REALITY Lines..... RATHER Than THOSE... Where Lines of WHITE... Create Mental DOPES... Who Embrace That Coc’... !!! Or Yes... ******* That They’re QUICK To CLAIM... Helps To Keep Them STRAIGHT... ?!? The Vibe When I Write... INFLAMES MY BRAIN... !!! With Things To Say... About The World Today... From GREATS Like USAIN... !!! To Things LESS HUMANE... That Are NOT So Great... !!! You Know What I’m Saying... ? Or..... DO YOU..... ?!? Cos’ The Vibe When I Write... Is... NOT For Fools... !!! Who DON’T Use Their Brain Tool... So..... Is That YOU... ?!? One Who’s Confused... When It Comes To What’s TRUE... Cos’ The Vibe When I Write... REJECTS Those In DENIAL... It’s A Style That Profiles... A Great Deal MORE... Than... Peoples’ Green Miles... !!! It Relates To Flicks... That EXPOSE How We Live... But Also Deals... In Things MORE REAL... !!! Than Things That Are Filmed... On... 8 Millimetre Reels... !!! Because Words I Write... Do Not Promote Lies... !!! Or... FALLACIES... The Vibe When I Write... Is..... REALITY........ So ISN'T Written To Deceive... Or Make People... ANGRY... !!! ... It Is What It IS.... So... If The Cap Fits... You’d Better Deal With It... !!! You See The Vibe When I Write... ISN'T MOULDED To PLEASE... Because THAT ISN’T Poetry To Me... !!! It’s About Being REAL... And Relating What You See... In Ways That Display... TRUTH And HONESTY... !!! And Reflections On Life... All It’s Lows And HIGHS... !!!! And Those Last Lines... Are The Things That DEFINE... Why... Whether Day Or Night... I Continually Find That My Mind’s Eye... QUICKLY Provides A Mind Like Mine... With... ... “ The Vibe To Write “...
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Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
“The Vibe To Write” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 24/6/2020
Okay The Vibe To Write... Is Now A Part of My Life... It’s Just A BEAUTIFUL Thing... !!! When I Start To Think... And Start Writing Lyrics... That QUICKLY Sink... Into Papers Where Ink... ... Display Wordplay... That Comes From My Brain... It’s A Vibe That Invites... ..... REALITY Lines..... RATHER Than THOSE... Where Lines of WHITE... Create Mental DOPES... Who Embrace That Coc’... !!! Or Yes... ******* That They’re QUICK To CLAIM... Helps To Keep Them STRAIGHT... ?!? The Vibe When I Write... INFLAMES MY BRAIN... !!! With Things To Say... About The World Today... From GREATS Like USAIN... !!! To Things LESS HUMANE... That Are NOT So Great... !!! You Know What I’m Saying... ? Or..... DO YOU..... ?!? Cos’ The Vibe When I Write... Is... NOT For Fools... !!! Who DON’T Use Their Brain Tool... So..... Is That YOU... ?!? One Who’s Confused... When It Comes To What’s TRUE... Cos’ The Vibe When I Write... REJECTS Those In DENIAL... It’s A Style That Profiles... A Great Deal MORE... Than... Peoples’ Green Miles... !!! It Relates To Flicks... That EXPOSE How We Live... But Also Deals... In Things MORE REAL... !!! Than Things That Are Filmed... On... 8 Millimetre Reels... !!! Because Words I Write... Do Not Promote Lies... !!! Or... FALLACIES... The Vibe When I Write... Is..... REALITY........ So ISN'T Written To Deceive... Or Make People... ANGRY... !!! ... It Is What It IS.... So... If The Cap Fits... You’d Better Deal With It... !!! You See The Vibe When I Write... ISN'T MOULDED To PLEASE... Because THAT ISN’T Poetry To Me... !!! It’s About Being REAL... And Relating What You See... In Ways That Display... TRUTH And HONESTY... !!! And Reflections On Life... All It’s Lows And HIGHS... !!!! And Those Last Lines... Are The Things That DEFINE... Why... Whether Day Or Night... I Continually Find That My Mind’s Eye... QUICKLY Provides A Mind Like Mine... With... ... “ The Vibe To Write “...
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Usain Bolt, like a thunder bolt, Darted towards his final halt With all his might combined Pushing his opponents behind Making the world wonder if Bolt - a colt
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
Limerick- Usain Bolt
Light this up real quick lighter ****** hear Sage and they go insane Who's to blame Lonely soul just a name you can't detain this brain Scandalous Triple six what the **** is sane? Seeing kittens without the ******* haze Stroke game long and fast that's Usain Can't hear you over your girls moans, what the **** you saying? Super lubin Leaving all you spoofs Stupid ****** leave me drooling on the stool So above to even fall for these hoes cause they come and go like my sadness that makes me feel like a ghost Too legit to even roast on my foes Thoughts of overdose But I can't die cause I am the Goat Dismiss the dope Very cynical Self heal without the clinical I've been there I wish it was that easy but it was too difficult Get it from the back and yo girl in fear Always teased for being weird Changing routes like I'm swerving the steer Off some xanax and all the *** isn't pleasing my emotion to disappear into what's really real That's death and thats what make you ****** squeal Ruthless, heart of steel All I see is snakes when I walk the halls Down to ball Never for a ***** money and nothing else Helps me dwell Living well trapped in this mental cell 214 ***** where I learned to be myself Live to excel and to focus on my wealth Dumb ****** live to flaunt what they cant even cop Your girl pop lock and drop on this 7inch **** Dumb ****** get socked up in this world like if their throats clogged ****** sour lime These acts so undefined Yo girl kinda fine my girl a ******* dime The truth I'll help you find In time we'll be divine and our hearts won't divide I swear these ******* flinch when I leave em cause the sticky getting to the ******* Up on a podium on some potent I told myself I'd quit cause I'm just a student Bish yo man got them moobies Bish I'm on yo girls mental movies Bish we smokin some doubies Bish we making moves Bish keep up with the groove Bish yo girl got them cooties Bish you acting pretty goofy ***** not into materialism but this **** is Gucci Bish we trip on some lucy Takes me a minute to make yo girl juicy Nosey ****** boogie Bish I'm genius but I'm still pretty gloomy
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Wha
Light this up real quick lighter ****** hear Sage and they go insane Who's to blame Lonely soul just a name you can't detain this brain Scandalous Triple six what the **** is sane? Seeing kittens without the ******* haze Stroke game long and fast that's Usain Can't hear you over your girls moans, what the **** you saying? Super lubin Leaving all you spoofs Stupid ****** leave me drooling on the stool So above to even fall for these hoes cause they come and go like my sadness that makes me feel like a ghost Too legit to even roast on my foes Thoughts of overdose But I can't die cause I am the Goat Dismiss the dope Very cynical Self heal without the clinical I've been there I wish it was that easy but it was too difficult Get it from the back and yo girl in fear Always teased for being weird Changing routes like I'm swerving the steer Off some xanax and all the *** isn't pleasing my emotion to disappear into what's really real That's death and thats what make you ****** squeal Ruthless, heart of steel All I see is snakes when I walk the halls Down to ball Never for a ***** money and nothing else Helps me dwell Living well trapped in this mental cell 214 ***** where I learned to be myself Live to excel and to focus on my wealth Dumb ****** live to flaunt what they cant even cop Your girl pop lock and drop on this 7inch **** Dumb ****** get socked up in this world like if their throats clogged ****** sour lime These acts so undefined Yo girl kinda fine my girl a ******* dime The truth I'll help you find In time we'll be divine and our hearts won't divide I swear these ******* flinch when I leave em cause the sticky getting to the ******* Up on a podium on some potent I told myself I'd quit cause I'm just a student Bish yo man got them moobies Bish I'm on yo girls mental movies Bish we smokin some doubies Bish we making moves Bish keep up with the groove Bish yo girl got them cooties Bish you acting pretty goofy ***** not into materialism but this **** is Gucci Bish we trip on some lucy Takes me a minute to make yo girl juicy Nosey ****** boogie Bish I'm genius but I'm still pretty gloomy
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Did you see that Usain Bolt The surname sure fits there Yeah, not bad thinks Dusty dog But can he catch a hare? That long jump champ, well done mate You're better than the rest But any Ozzie joey Would hardly be impressed Those divers, back flips in the water Splashing two by two Any dolphin anywhere Could make you look like fools So it is with everything Try as hard we might Mind, I've not seen anything Go quite as quick by bike
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Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
Athletic
I mourn for me because mourning is all I feel. I mourn the souls forgone lost brethren denied the dawn of a new day I mourn the aborted children lights of the world shinning only in the beyond. I mourn for the breast that never gave suckle to a child and the child that never ****** breast. I mourn for broken homes The genesis of a rotten society. I mourn for children and graduates on the streets chasing vehicles and turning to our own Usain Bolt. I mourn youths basking in the decadence of morality. I mourn the ideology that everyone MUST go to school. Creativity lies dead and a certificate is the only aim in our head. I mourn because of what I see on TV Vixens displaying **** bodies like CV I mourn for my sisters, aunties cousins nieces; Victims of domestic violence. I mourn because they agonize in silence I mourn for inmates in cells, Cells worse than hell; I mourn for those innocent crimes those locked up for a little fine. I mourn for creative minds discouraged by the webbed hands of piracy. I mourn for the Fallen Giant, NIGERIA, chained hands and feet, Master of corruption and slaves of procrastination. I mourn the incessant fuel scarcity, half baked graduates from the substandard oven of our varsities. I mourn 'cause we have lost the way. These are what I mourn for, I mourn for this and more.......... when will yonder future glue back dreams with suture? shattered dreams is what I mourn for being amidst sorrows that hollow our fellow. I mourn for war victims in Gaza, Syria and Nigeria that wakes not with joy. look at that girl and boy their bloods spilled on our soil. I mourn for you, my queen and Roy. with piety I pray thee sweet eternity. I mourn for forgotten souls What does yonder holds for us? I mourn lost heroes; those that sleeps with saddened pillows. I mourn I mourn, how many wake to see the dawn?
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
Mourning!
I mourn for me because mourning is all I feel. I mourn the souls forgone lost brethren denied the dawn of a new day I mourn the aborted children lights of the world shinning only in the beyond. I mourn for the breast that never gave suckle to a child and the child that never ****** breast. I mourn for broken homes The genesis of a rotten society. I mourn for children and graduates on the streets chasing vehicles and turning to our own Usain Bolt. I mourn youths basking in the decadence of morality. I mourn the ideology that everyone MUST go to school. Creativity lies dead and a certificate is the only aim in our head. I mourn because of what I see on TV Vixens displaying **** bodies like CV I mourn for my sisters, aunties cousins nieces; Victims of domestic violence. I mourn because they agonize in silence I mourn for inmates in cells, Cells worse than hell; I mourn for those innocent crimes those locked up for a little fine. I mourn for creative minds discouraged by the webbed hands of piracy. I mourn for the Fallen Giant, NIGERIA, chained hands and feet, Master of corruption and slaves of procrastination. I mourn the incessant fuel scarcity, half baked graduates from the substandard oven of our varsities. I mourn 'cause we have lost the way. These are what I mourn for, I mourn for this and more.......... when will yonder future glue back dreams with suture? shattered dreams is what I mourn for being amidst sorrows that hollow our fellow. I mourn for war victims in Gaza, Syria and Nigeria that wakes not with joy. look at that girl and boy their bloods spilled on our soil. I mourn for you, my queen and Roy. with piety I pray thee sweet eternity. I mourn for forgotten souls What does yonder holds for us? I mourn lost heroes; those that sleeps with saddened pillows. I mourn I mourn, how many wake to see the dawn?
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How can a such a beautiful thing Can harm so much Its red flames are so high that it reaches the clouds It spreads so fast in such a little time that reminds me of Usain Bold Beauty reminds me of my hometown from far BUT The ruins reminds me of a city been bombed
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
...Reminds me ...
There's tons of gorgeous girls And man they need to stop being so harsh on themselves Too many men would **** and pillage to be with them A little exaggeration But you get the implication I only have seen one woman So vivaciously For an elongated period of time In my life so far My heart has no soot or tar Just my thoughts But when i see her They vanish quicker than Usain Bolt Her presence makes me jolt She's the hottest woman i have ever seen And i mean that in the most respectful way possible My heart has never felt warmer But my insecurities take me over I used to be an Argentina that's now an Antarctica Am i good enough to be with her? I need to conduct some studies But i have no money So I'm kind of in a hard place She's a wall i can't get over And secretly i don't want to.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Tons Of Girls
Now It’s CLEAR That I Am ... " GIFTED " ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... !!! Articulated Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is We’re Living ... Ism After ... ISM ... Corruption and Division ... That’s Bred By Politicians ... EVEN ON A Day Like THIS ... December ... 25th ... I’m STILL Presenting Gifts ... Through Written Scripts Like THIS ... !!! That QUICKLY FLIP ... DIFFERENT Subjects ... !!! From Politics To Those Whose Gifts ... Gave Out Some ... SERIOUS LIKS’ ... !!!!!! Just Like The GREAT ... “ King Viv “ ... !!! A Cricketer ... SO GIFTED ... !!! When It Came To Playing Cricket ... And PROTECTING ... His Wicket ... That Bowlers RARELY Hit It ... !!!!!!!! While Others Like ... USAIN ... Had Gifts That Made Them Train ... In Ways That Gained ... " Olympic Fame " ... !!! TOO Many IN FACT ... For This Poem To Name ... !!! So Let’s Move On ... To Gifts That Belong ... In ... OTHER Realms ... Like ****** Gifts ... YES ... BIG OL’ Well ... You Know What It Is ... Or ... Do You ... ?!? Do You Know What It Is To Be The One Who GIVES ... MULTIPLE ... ******** Rides ... !!!?!!! Well I’m ... One of THOSE GUYS ... !!!!! My Ex and I ... ENJOYED Those Nights .... Where She Would Be Riding Just Like ... Those Guys With Gifts To Ride Motorbikes ... In Ways That THRILLED When She Got FILLED ... With MUCH MORE Than The ... AVERAGE Man ... And YES That’s FACT So ... DON’T Doubt That ... !!!!!!! Such Gifts Are COOL But Now I’m Fuelled ... To Use My Gifts To ... EXPLAIN Things ... As I Said At The Start I Now Use My ARM ... To ARTICULATE Visions of How We’re Now Living ... So Gifts of THIS TYPE ... Tend To CHALLENGE The Minds ... of Those Who Are ...................................................... “ Sly “ ... Because of The Gift That ... REALITY Brings ... !!! A Bite That DEFIES The Spreading of LIES ... !!! But One That Bears Witness ... To TRUTH And LESS Sinning ... !!! So ... As I Now End ... I’m Back To The Beginning ... !!! I Articulate Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is ... " We’re Living " ... Because It’s ... CLEAR ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... That I Am One ... Who’s ... .......... “ GIFTED “ ..........
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Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
"Gifted" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/12/2018
Now It’s CLEAR That I Am ... " GIFTED " ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... !!! Articulated Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is We’re Living ... Ism After ... ISM ... Corruption and Division ... That’s Bred By Politicians ... EVEN ON A Day Like THIS ... December ... 25th ... I’m STILL Presenting Gifts ... Through Written Scripts Like THIS ... !!! That QUICKLY FLIP ... DIFFERENT Subjects ... !!! From Politics To Those Whose Gifts ... Gave Out Some ... SERIOUS LIKS’ ... !!!!!! Just Like The GREAT ... “ King Viv “ ... !!! A Cricketer ... SO GIFTED ... !!! When It Came To Playing Cricket ... And PROTECTING ... His Wicket ... That Bowlers RARELY Hit It ... !!!!!!!! While Others Like ... USAIN ... Had Gifts That Made Them Train ... In Ways That Gained ... " Olympic Fame " ... !!! TOO Many IN FACT ... For This Poem To Name ... !!! So Let’s Move On ... To Gifts That Belong ... In ... OTHER Realms ... Like ****** Gifts ... YES ... BIG OL’ Well ... You Know What It Is ... Or ... Do You ... ?!? Do You Know What It Is To Be The One Who GIVES ... MULTIPLE ... ******** Rides ... !!!?!!! Well I’m ... One of THOSE GUYS ... !!!!! My Ex and I ... ENJOYED Those Nights .... Where She Would Be Riding Just Like ... Those Guys With Gifts To Ride Motorbikes ... In Ways That THRILLED When She Got FILLED ... With MUCH MORE Than The ... AVERAGE Man ... And YES That’s FACT So ... DON’T Doubt That ... !!!!!!! Such Gifts Are COOL But Now I’m Fuelled ... To Use My Gifts To ... EXPLAIN Things ... As I Said At The Start I Now Use My ARM ... To ARTICULATE Visions of How We’re Now Living ... So Gifts of THIS TYPE ... Tend To CHALLENGE The Minds ... of Those Who Are ...................................................... “ Sly “ ... Because of The Gift That ... REALITY Brings ... !!! A Bite That DEFIES The Spreading of LIES ... !!! But One That Bears Witness ... To TRUTH And LESS Sinning ... !!! So ... As I Now End ... I’m Back To The Beginning ... !!! I Articulate Scriptures ... That Paint Descriptive Pictures ... of How It Is ... " We’re Living " ... Because It’s ... CLEAR ... When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... That I Am One ... Who’s ... .......... “ GIFTED “ ..........
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My thoughts could run a marathon Faster than Usain Bolt But they can't focus All over the place From here To there Up high And down low but they never stay GROUNDED My words f l o a t away from me Like balloons set loose by a child "You don't care," they say I care too much I care to the point of pain Am I enough yet? I would cut myself open Rip out my heart How much of me is too much?
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
A Quick Thought
Mind racing like Usain Bolt over striding. Mind ****** up like extended ligaments and joints. Mind throbbing like it and my skull are fighting. Mind sharpened in several places just to get the point. Mind lost in fog like boats out to sea. Mind falling deeper and deeper. Mind, imagine the light shining just to find me! Mind, how do you feel about being lost in water? Mind, why do you tease me the way you do? Mind fighting body and better senses. Mind isn't really controlled by you. Mind lost control with destruction and expenses. Mind lost forever to the haze of pressure. Mind your manners when you bring me flowers.
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Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
Mind if i lose Mind?
These Olympics are lame. Full of untruthfulness. They say Usain Bolt Is the fastest man alive. Thats total fantasy. Everyone in England knows it was my uncle Willie. A coal miner in northern England In 1958. He did the mile in One minute Fifty two seconds in his pit boots no less. When he fell down a mineshaft. Jude
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
The fastest man alive
I use to think I needed a break from love. Now realizing I need it more than ever. Wear my heart on my sleeve and compliment it by throwing on a sweater. Running like Usain Bolt through the pressure and the weather. Saying to myself I can do better. Knew better. Vendetta against myself. Don’t know my wealth. Was in a dark place knowing my lifestyle decreased my health. My process is just to heal and rebuild. Protective of myself but should focus on my damaged shield. Young, wild and free And I’m reckless; I don’t wanna yield. Living fast as ever as the world was my playing field. Needed to slow down, before I get killed. So I disappeared and wrote about it and all of a sudden I chilled.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Heal and Rebuild
Dear time, Oh how you seem to fly by When I look into the eyes Of my dear old grandfather Throughout my whole life, He keeps ticking away At times he is fast as Usain Bolt during the Olympics But at others he drags along, Like a kid with a backpack full of homework When I get to the end of the road I will look back on how great my grandfather was, And reflect on all the things I could've done with him. But now I still have my time with him And I will make every second last -Katelyn
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Letter #1
Dear grandfather, I watch you age before my eyes. Throughout my whole life, You keep ticking away. At times you are fast as Usain Bolt during the Olympics But at others you d r a g a l o n g, Like a kid with a backpack full of homework When I get to the end of the road I will look back on how great you were, And reflect on all the things I could've done with you. But now I still have my time with you And I will make every second last -Katelyn
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Letter #2
Without you paid employment would last forever, eagles wouldn't have feathers, every letter full of commiserations, without you. Without you Usain Bolt wouldn't be as fast and disappointments last and not fade in time, no hope in mind, without you. Without you every fox would be hunted, and expressions of love blunted by fear, no one to lend a friendly ear, without you. Without you soars would be stilted by trepidation, spread wings unaware of elation, without you. But, for now, as it is you're here, engendering cheers easy, when you smile.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
Without.
run out of misery or it will outrun you like usain bolt. never join sam's club - it is not a grocery store, it is a cult. if you get a girl pregnant it isn't your fault; you'll understand more when you're an adult.
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
advice from dad
There is a PDiddy in every hustler, A Mitchelle Obama in every lady, A Barrack Obama in every child, A Micheal Jackson in every singer/performer, A TD Jakes in every preacher, A Maya Angelou in every poet, A Napoleon in every soldier A Mother Theresa in every little girl, A Henry Ford in every mechanic, A Micheal Jordan in every basketball player, A Picasso in every artist, A Tupac in every gangster, A Martin Luther King in every activist, A Usain Bolt in every sprinter, An Oprah Winfrey in every presenter, An Einstein in every intelligent mind. Greatness lives in each and every one of us In whatever we do, whoever we are wheresoever we're come from or go. ©️IB-Poetry 2/27/2018
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Greatness Lives In Every One Of Us
THE FOIL He hurt me The pain was bad So bad it was excruciating and left me wanting to return him the favor Even if it was at least a figment of all the pain he had caused this frail heart So I started to scheme I began to plot and I gave it a theme A theme of revenge I would reverse time, I planned I would take him back to 1983 Where I happened at the Russian Vostok Station I called subterfuge Asking her to be my refuge On this chivalry quest I welcomed him back into my home And did all that I had done when I had loved him Only this time I did even more With a burning desire his heart to freeze This surely my pain would ease I thought to myself After all, that’s what he had done to mine So I acted like all was fine Better than it had ever been I cooked him dinner A three course every time I never asked him for flowers or for a dime I wasn't fazed when he stayed out too late I just went about pretending to love him And with such pretense came my fate A fate once I came to understand I would love to hate Days turned into weeks And the weeks became months It was just a game of revenge Nothing was going to change my mind I was a vulture, out to scavenge Or so I presumed. As time passed, I didn’t have to make a conscious effort to pretend I was slowly becoming all I was pretending to be I gasped and fear gripped me at the realization I was a creature of habit Usain Bolt when it came to running in circles Here I was back to where it all began Back to doing that which had gotten this senseless heart broken With every intent to please The person whose carcass I had hoped on to feed I was “She-lock” I yearned for a pound of his flesh or maybe just a little more But I had failed like I did the time before I had become everything I was pretending to be I had repeatedly caught myself sabotaging this mission I waltz gleefully as I make his dinner I find myself deserted by sleep on those nights he came home late from work I had butterflies whenever I heard him call my name I had lost once again I, in desperate hope had fought another losing game I had fallen, fallen not just so hard but this time I had fallen in too deep How could I betray myself? How could I let him defeat me once again? I had fallen in love with him again And sadly this time around, he was also stupidly in love with me. All my plans have been trounced I never planned to surrender but I have been shackled by the chains of love, The only soft spot my heart has for his… #roadtorecovery #everythingipretendtobe #realrawandaimple #welearnasweteach #writingright #firesofr3d
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
The Challenge (Day 4)
THE FOIL He hurt me The pain was bad So bad it was excruciating and left me wanting to return him the favor Even if it was at least a figment of all the pain he had caused this frail heart So I started to scheme I began to plot and I gave it a theme A theme of revenge I would reverse time, I planned I would take him back to 1983 Where I happened at the Russian Vostok Station I called subterfuge Asking her to be my refuge On this chivalry quest I welcomed him back into my home And did all that I had done when I had loved him Only this time I did even more With a burning desire his heart to freeze This surely my pain would ease I thought to myself After all, that’s what he had done to mine So I acted like all was fine Better than it had ever been I cooked him dinner A three course every time I never asked him for flowers or for a dime I wasn't fazed when he stayed out too late I just went about pretending to love him And with such pretense came my fate A fate once I came to understand I would love to hate Days turned into weeks And the weeks became months It was just a game of revenge Nothing was going to change my mind I was a vulture, out to scavenge Or so I presumed. As time passed, I didn’t have to make a conscious effort to pretend I was slowly becoming all I was pretending to be I gasped and fear gripped me at the realization I was a creature of habit Usain Bolt when it came to running in circles Here I was back to where it all began Back to doing that which had gotten this senseless heart broken With every intent to please The person whose carcass I had hoped on to feed I was “She-lock” I yearned for a pound of his flesh or maybe just a little more But I had failed like I did the time before I had become everything I was pretending to be I had repeatedly caught myself sabotaging this mission I waltz gleefully as I make his dinner I find myself deserted by sleep on those nights he came home late from work I had butterflies whenever I heard him call my name I had lost once again I, in desperate hope had fought another losing game I had fallen, fallen not just so hard but this time I had fallen in too deep How could I betray myself? How could I let him defeat me once again? I had fallen in love with him again And sadly this time around, he was also stupidly in love with me. All my plans have been trounced I never planned to surrender but I have been shackled by the chains of love, The only soft spot my heart has for his… #roadtorecovery #everythingipretendtobe #realrawandaimple #welearnasweteach #writingright #firesofr3d
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Do like this do like that running like i'm usain bolt no bring that back somebody gotta... take me home i drunk all night **** your wife im kidding but my loves not right i feel it... cold and mold these ****** wanna take my soul the ones that get it they really wanna let you know hoes are hoes there blinded third eye closed angels diss dont switch cause you never know... forgive and get repent and sip i sink the ship and kiss the man they wonder why i'm missing dame cause his blood all over the street they don't know its me they don't know hes a king and god don't talk but the devil does which i never did wish he never was
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
Judas message
9.58 he ran in a split second.. Faster than the bullet of an high powered weapon.. His feel is built of speed.. He wining continueouly repeats.. When he appear in a stadium Collecting medals on the podium The echoes from the crowd began.. Waving like the movements to a Mexican song.. Decade of dominance stand.. 5000 years of victory an estimate of his fame span. Sir Usain st Leo Bold.. Greatest Sprinter
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Usain Bolt greatest Sprinter
How do the nights go? Chillin' down there with the white folk/ Ne'er be a token given I'm golden so I might just bolt:/ Usain; when I'm lazy talent swishes down the drain like bad milk/ Ain't cry o'er **** that I spilt, rose from the concrete ne'er wilt/ Narrowly lost my mind sometime ago in this flow/ like slave boats from the Gold Coast with wood creaking dream-songs of lost homes/ I was drowning in unconscious streams of different scenes of this mind's scenes/ I seen through the scenes of green trees turned to yellowing leaves.../
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
Poem.