"uzi" poems
My nightly routine now days
Is to sit and watch the sun raise
Above these graves
Not to absorb it's majesty
But to observe the tragedy
As the warmth flows though my veins
Wishing it could chase away the shame
And anything that looks the same
Now here comes the rain
No here comes the hurricane
With winds stronger
Then any demon I've fought, bottle I've bought
Pill that I've popped or drug I've dropped
So more often then not
I've sought to put holes in your plot
In hopes to stop the thought you brought
From taking over your mind this time
It's not as easy as you think
When you stand on the brink
Of being extinct and begin to sink
But my instinct tells me
What I don't understand
Am I any less of a man
Just because I can surpass your demands
And land in the sand with a helping hand
You have too much on your plate
And I'm looking for a meal to steal
But you think I'm carefully
Searching for clarity and apparently
I can't handle the hunger
I wonder how you got under
This wrong impression
Was it the aggression
Or just it's direction
I pack my pistols with pencils
And point them at these pages
With faith that it's contagious
Run to or run from
Any and everything under the sun
And when you're done if you come
With some type of gun
Be sure to take it off stun
And make that *** weigh a ton
You wake up shirtless on purpose
The thought that comes first is
Was it worth this?
I'm not going to lie
I still wonder why you even came by
Because through my eye view of you
Everything is plain and clear
But when you SEE me
Everything fades and smears
So what's it going to be
I'm not settling for "friend"
I'm not going to buy it
I want to hear the wind again
It's far too quiet...
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 9:41 PM UTC
Our God is really excellent
At death and genocide.
How we love to celebrate
How many folks have died.
We always feel better about life
And the wonderful heavenly joy
When we’ve murdered some foreigner's wife.
Or when we put to death girls and boys.
It is so commendable of humans
To execute those who are different
Or if they commit the cardinal sin
Of being some kind of sick dissident
Who refuses to do what we want
Like maybe lying down and acquiescing
Or refusing to shut up and play along with
Our political posturing and window dressing.
And is is all sacred and very holy;
Every bit of it is hidden by claims
That all genocide and bigotry
Is committed in our God’s name,
Unless the genocide and prejudice
Is directed anywhere near us.
The we whip out our Bibles and cry
And make a self-righteous fuss.
The Golden Rule applies to all
Except heathens and non-Caucasians.
And then it’s a noose, SWAT team or
At least an *** for every occasion.
Because killing people is terrible;
It is simply not the proper way
To deal with all of life’s issues,
Unless we want to, then it’s okay.
And all of it is by The Good Book
If the right verses are selected.
The American Bible is written to insure
The right people are not neglected.
And everyone should worship
And join the Living God’s legions
And be exactly like he lived life:
A blond-haired, blue eyed Norwegian.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
after kaveh akbar
you'll get it over it **- lil *** vert**
oh uzi/beast/gun/green/baby boy
i tried, but my stomach nearly
disintegrated, my skin nearly
slid off, leaving me red as a anxiety-
irritated wound, i nearly
killed myself, & i'm not
just joking, like kids
at my school who
yell *go **** yourself*
across the hallways,
no,
i'm not that immature
sometimes you remind me
of my mother's disappointed eyes
when i rolled up
my sleeve,
and how she took me
to get frozen yogurt
afterwards
she told me not to
go crazy on the candy,
but i drowned myself
in mochi, because
i couldn't drown
myself in real
life
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
(by Bruce Bawer)
In Sønderberg the other day
A teenage girl used pepper spray
To rout a randy “refugee”
From somewhere far across the sea
Who threw down and molested her.
The cops arrested her.
As part of a jihadist plot,
A brute assailant took a shot
At a fine Copenhagen man
Who'd deprecated the Quran.
When the brave soul who'd nearly died
Then publicly identified
The **** who'd tried to **** him, he
Was charged with grave delinquency:
Breaching privacy.
In Mölndal, a Somali teen
Plunged a long blade into the spleen
Of a young Swedish altruist
Who'd yearned to do one thing: assist.
The land's top cop went on TV
And trumpeted his sympathy.
For the poor girl who'd lost her life?
No. For the kid with the knife.
At one time it was understood
That a devotion to the good
Didn't mean one should be blind
To evil, or pretend to find
Some virtue in sheer villainy.
To see what isn't there to see
Is not a sign of rectitude.
To point out evil isn't rude;
To fight it is good.
You can't, however hard you try,
Mistake for a speck in the eye
A loaded *** in the hands
Of some rough beast from foreign sands
Intent on taking out a child.
You'll win no points for being mild
To members of a desert creed
That seeks to make the heathen bleed
And preaches that the kind and meek
Are contemptibly weak.
Christ said to turn the other cheek.
But what if it's not just your cheek?
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
Hustlers run day and night
Only sleeping when the time is right
Hustling isn't the life
Come help me be a hood wife
Eat chicken one night feathers the next
He won't take checks
Running every hustle you've ever been taught
Never know when you're going to stop
Robbing, skimming, and Pimpin you don't care
As long as you have silk underwear
Send your b---h out to get paid
B---h don't come back till you get laid
Once you come back with cash duckies
All of the dope dealers get new Uzi's
That's when the F'er runs to score
Then he gets ready to soar
Watch every step or move you make
Because he's got a hit to take
With every hit he takes
The demon inside starts to wake
He starts to replay the day
Worrying if you'll go stray
He knows he's breaking every rule
But he still maintains he's super cool
So he starts beating you
Making you black and blue
B---h you come a dime to dozen
You cross me you'll be frozen
Could mean do or die
So don't apply
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
I know this like the Black of my Hands
because to ignorance, truth is profound
but to Experience, Truth is an *** Round
found in Leadbelly trying to run down
Freedom Ring crt. tied to a pair a shoot
or hanging
on the last rung
of this corporate splatter
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
Mid *** shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet
A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way
To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today;
And indiscreet along the street she gives her pride away
To any guy who’s passing by with cash and time to pay.
In concert halls, beyond the sprawls 'round shabby cabarets,
Unjaded thoughts of Camelot imbue divine ballets.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
No song from future, *** wayne
Can describe this feelin' and or pain
From the beginning till the end **** got stained.
Like a scar it won't go away
Stayin' up all night like it's nothin'
Maybe I try to show off that im bluffin'.
Or exaggerate the fact I'm hurtin'
On the corner wet as hell but lowkey dryin'
Messed up, mad man, tarzan
Confused like tape on a rubberband
Can't sleep without thinking of back then
When I hugged, kissed dreamed about you or just holding your hand.
Pillow cases they show all the real faces
The ones when you can't sleep during different phases.
Of the night, and in the morning you can tell all the traces.
From all those signs down there it amazes.
Probably don't won't or ever just care
But this was not intended for you to be a dare.
And I am stuck looking for an exit that is not ever there.
Yet my feels still strong **** I hope you still care.
Probably act tough to be buff
But inside I am hollow like a cracked up oeuf
And the real me Aint what you see but from the stuff
The lil dam stuff from the times I was still happy and with a bust.
Probably this won't make sense.
For you because I may delete this soon.
But if there were a word to describe everything I there is right now..
I'd say immense.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC
*In 'Second Coming'
Jesus wields shining ***
Strafes ******* morons!*
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
I know it isn't ordinary
Aware it's not necessary
Not a typical routine
And something you may have never seen.
But today is my birthday
Something I do dare to share
Because I remember it well
I am not sure where I was born
Was it in Texas ? Was it Vermont?
Was I raised in Brooklyn County? Or maybe another country
But for sure I remember it well
The street where I lived was amused
Or was it the street of Hermon?
*** I am a little confused
Where I lived after I was born
But I remember it well.
I exchanged messages with *** the newsy,
Amalia and Dalia, Gallia and Talia
And Peter and Teddy, and Geter and Freddy
I met friends all over.
A poet, a lawyer, nice pictures, and posters
Young friends, sweet babies and also proud mothers
I remember it well
So Happy Birthday to me,
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
If we walked (chance zero)
Northbound and wandering, we
would find him
coiled and knotted, fair
trees, we, parched and swollen.
If I wailed (each moment)
tempest cast, give me, give me
reasoning, we trees, pine broken
and snared.
Cause is collision, backward *** undone
I saw him once, steady smooth
and ear-hum, venture-static in snow:
If he gazed (everyday, evasive barrel, pull the trigger)
Every man has it in
for a basement show. Don't go. Don't go.
(memory is silence, Devil's Day is brewing, wishing is constant, undeniable nusance),
I swear,
the dead only quickly decay.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
Isn't it funny how events
Fall into place
Like cigarette ashes hitting the page
Each one of us recites our lines
So perfectly in this play called life
But I never had a good memory
So I could never find the right words to say .
An *** in a world full of hang guns
Rapid fire mind with no silencer
A lead tongue with hollowtip fingers
Tried to lead
But just ended blowing everything to pieces
And watched these fools eat it .
Because in a world full of carbon copies
I am oxygen .™
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
So know what it is with this sinister ****
Notorious Enemy, is all in this *****
Las calles saven, lo que pasa
If I reach out with the strap estas balas te
alcansan
And this records, I'm working even faster
Ese hood rat ***** in the way I'll blast her
I'm the first, to let them fly
Puncture me you the first to fucken die
I pay the block, I got the codes encrypted
At the stove in the kitchen getting ready to whip it
Fucken wicked, the things start ringing
So shooting vatos down on the stand that's sicken
Take ah loss, I'm Mac-11 The Boss
That's the price they gotta pay the *** cover the
cost
Let's make it clear, foo I got no fear
Ese you fear death so your death is near
This is what war is all about
Ese vatos laid out they get shot in their mouth
And some in the back trying to run from death
But death caught 'em slipping put his life in check
Who's next? It's what the Reaper say
The Reaper say he ain't come to play
That's all day, is 'bout them evil ways
And wars all about hunting down you're prey
[Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics.az/conejo/-/what-war-is-all-about.html]
The gun connect get him out of the station
From ah ***** *** cop that wanna go in their cases
So excell 'im, to anybody
And now he got read letting off that shotty
Gang murders, they'll make the news
It make the city look bad if the terrors new
Exactly, that's what I mean
The **** I say is fucken evil elite
So diss one, when your *** out here
*** nothings gonna change us situations are fierce
So check game, it's more than rough in this
Get ah good night sleep, *** they'll wage you by 6
And suffocate you, and try to break you
If you don't say ah word this muthufuckers will hate
you
A la verga, I'm the scarecrow
El Angel de la Muerte with that platinum halo
This is what war is all about
Ese vatos laid out they get shot in their mouth
And some in the back trying to run from death
But death caught 'em slipping put his life in check
Who's next? It's what the Reaper say
The Reaper say he ain't come to play
That's all day, is 'bout them evil ways
And wars all about hunting down you're prey
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
& the helpless
Rather then let them just hang around
And destabilize the place
Thank god for law and order !!
Thank god for god !
( for he is our champion ! )
)(
we are surrounded by sheepled PC liberals
Trying to make us queer !
They are telling us to make love
To our mothers and to have ***
With the pope !
-
my son who is in 5th grade
Is taking a course called
HOW TO BEHEAD THE INFIDEL
And it is mandatory !
Or he will get no virgins for the afternoon
**** practice
)(
Them liberal obaminated ******** for Hillary !
Thank god I know !
•
:;:;:;
The days brain washings flow over me like waves at the beach a drunken sailor
and I boogie - woogie
With the heart beat of the American culture
As I zoom around the race track with my *** s
Blazing !
With the cameras rolling
And all the **** showing
And the flags a waving
But no homeless helpless people
Hanging around
Destabilizing the place
.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
Uh I wish I could save the world?
But I'm day dreamin'
born curse since the day
I was made from *****
Enemies is cowards so they triple teamin'
Try to be angel around a spawn of evil
Media labels me a demon
My peeps can't rest for ****
Cuz cops all over our *****
And get this
Since the world is a ghetto
I'm packin' 380 *** Machine Guns never let go
Trigger ready for aim ain't no shame
Death is a necessity I feel nobody can get next to me
Wanted to be G and the spotlight
But its too much sunlight
**** its starting to burn my soul
I'm goin' crazy **** near fold
Pick up my pieces where I left off
Squeeze at foes til the rounds pop off
And the shells hit the ground
I hear the sound
Battle cry open up eyes nigguh
Couldn't dodge my bullets nigguh
Huggin' my gun likes its my main ***** never switch
My G Code stay real til I touch my grave abode
Picture me killed by one of my homies
We meet back up in the after life
**** the strife I'm back on the scene again
Thinkin' to myself should I gat cha ?
Its too late my bloods on ya hands take a stand?
But I ain't mad at ya!!
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
Me and my boy, Francis go way back
except now he's no longer known
as Francis, but as Frank da Money Machine.
I never knew it
until he told me,
but we used to
live across from
each other.
in the same ****
neighborhood Da *** Squad
came up from;
I said, **** for reals?
He threw his third Budlight
into the trash can, asked our
friend, Julio for another and
nodded his head up and
down like a bobble toy.
Sho nuff,
he was right.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I’m looking for something
And I keep ending up back at
“Everything is nothing”
Which means that nothing is something
And the thoughts refuse to stop coming
I know there’s no running
I cant escape being in this ring
Forever feeling like every direction is a haphazard swing
I can’t see a thing
Feeling like society’s puppet on a string
There’s a list I keep, sorta sloppy neat
But God tells me, “take a seat”
I yell back, “that’s no easy feat”
I don’t understand what all of this is for
Life feels like a game, except I can’t score
I can’t open the ****** door
They wanna say, “when life closes a door, it opens a window”
But all I see is a **** show
That’s not to say, I don’t see the beauty in how a river flows
That’s not to say, I don’t see the beauty in how the same river froze
You can tell me I’m dramatic, that I wallow in my throes
And yeah Lil *** told me, “that’s the way life goes”
But I’m fed up with everyone’s prose
I don’t want to believe that’s really how it goes
And so I sit with Robert Frost
At his two roads, curious at how he tells me he’s actually not lost
How it’s not left to the probability of a coin toss
That everyone just wants to be their own boss
Pretending that they aren’t nailed to their own cross
I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I think maybe I’ve been playing the game wrong
That there is no score which could lead to more
All I’ve got is a case of nothing being something
And that’s really nothing more
Than “everything is nothing” for sure.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
how can you "joke", and then excuse yourself
from the "joke", by stressing you
are "joking" - in that you are actually
being serious - with an overtone of
what would otherwise be held back
subconsciously - stereotypically -
how can you tell a "joke" -
whereby you subsequently excuse yourself
from the "joke" telling others:
it was all, but a joke... huh?!
that's the most clarifying misnomer
of the word joke i've ever heard:
i'm not actually telling a joke, but i am,
i must let you know, that once i tell the joke,
that i've made a joke,
and not a degrading comment;
aren't jokes supposed to be said with
an unconscious uncontrollable *** of laughter?!
i don't think jokes that make you think
actually exist... esp. those that are said
to be supposedly "jokes" in reminder of
a schema of generating laughter...
these western court "jesters" would have lasted
about an hour in vlad the impaler's court...
to tell a joke in order to tell the person
not laughing: oh, but it's a joke!
bad jokes deserve to be moulded
by rabie infested rottweilers,
salivating froth of being
unfed for a week,
into francis bacon sculptures of ripped
off flesh.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
Lines chopped and cup *******
I like my beats chopped and *******
Misconstrued with contraband
Tryin to concentrate, I think I
Need to stand up
Dazed and confused
Off haze and the juice
Somebody please reprimand all my
Detrimental plans to dive off of the edge of the land
Can't understand the path at hand
The man that stands in the mirror
Forgot how to stand
Pour up a four and then chunk up the deuce
Doubling up, double my cup
Always rolling another one up
I'm smoking for two
Chainsmoking
In no mood
Rude boy rolling moon rock
Watch the wax ooze as I look to the ***
Dreco's and doobies
Who's he
That Lil Heathen fiend
Lurking and creeping for more cups of codeine
I got a 100 on a pint
Throwed at night
Shades on so I don't have to see a thing in sight
100 blunts and now I'm finally high
The acid paints the sky tie dye
As I drift into fading light with
More **** to light
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
I only miss you when I'm breathing, what Derulo says is true,
And wake me up when September ends, cuz that's when I'll see you.
Yeah I know it hurts sometimes but, you'll get over it,
Because If I lost you, I don't know what I'd do, I'd be destroyed as if a hurricane hit.
I miss the warm touch of your skin, loving you could be a crime,
Yes it's true, I'm in love with you, and will till the end of time
Derulo, Green Day, *** Combs, Carey
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
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tell me a story
•• • •
Little child in the hills
Who his daddy gonna say to **** ?
Little boy on the road
With his UZI yeah / he packin quite a load
Little kid sellin crack on the street
Supplied to him by the C . I . A.
//////
So tell me now who ya love ?
And how he hurt your feelings !
How he hurt your feelings !
••
In the center of the storm
Love is meanin more and more
Guns are shootin every which a way
Flags be a wavin all over the place
/////
Tell me now of your love !
Of your love : yeah
Tell me a real story
///
Little the song that plays
In a little heart
Reality is come unglued
And here I am just a countin on you !
One way or another
We just got to start
///
Tell me truly of your love
Tell me what you're feeling
Tell me what you're feeling
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
There are small chicks on horse,
Segudi, *** the place of disorder
of the blind, the Piorigedochi,
Inic'goriguni Meveseki's wife
and coffee, Howie, all the ******
blood vessels, the king's law,
the monsters, Spanish racing,
the new people, the vision.
It is a business that sells
businesses, but this will not
be easy, but it's costly. Tom
is talking about walking.
By the way, Amet's song, Laura
Oram Aoyi, asks the good guys.
Hurry up with vitamins for hair
and sign at the URL. The Prime
Minister supports the coasts
of Basile Das in France. The non-English-Spanish name is more important
than Friday. Direyine for online game.
For Be'ākik'and'it'it'it'ititititititititititi
tititititititititititititit Fight - Chinese site -
Lite, and a prophet on the wall,
and the devil - a horse, we have a smile:
cold, ugly, threatened, and a horse
from his side, the bad place: the ********** and the woman,
the coffee stairs, the small king,
the Japanese sound, the prince
not knowing, the new *** producer
crops, reputation of Mexican cars,
similar, physical, or complete,
orgebenyewi Irish grass hot cat
lander White, black and cold;
This message has been moved
to the streets, such as the Prime
Ministry's published EST,
so it would be counterfeit.
Tom is talking about walking.
The cost of the greenhouse
basket for boys football.
URL This adds up sweetness
and vitamin supplement,
adds value and leads to Font
talking about health.
The apostles sent to Bayreim
Bay at the beach. Spanish is
the main challenge of British
********** of the unknown men.
Free online game bad game
with free online Dora Games.
Lebehidochi's online game
captured the hit book. Online
games and skin care, game free
wall and clear yang.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Upon Reading Who by Fire: Leonard Cohen in the Sinai
Cohen took his soul out into the desert
He may have left part of it there to burn
Upon the sands of war and the sands of time
A chord that echoes in an Egyptian wind
As with a corpse-like tank in hull defilade
Or an *** rusting among the rocks
The prayers of Yom Kippur in whispers sung
The desert waits for us to worship there
Cohen took his soul out into the desert
We should gird our ***** and go look for it
May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 9:34 PM UTC