"waht" poems
Memes! Angels, aberrations of opposition super standing
overseeing you,
The screamin' heebie jeebies.
Yo, where you wanta go, you axin me we just go
with it, the flow 'know?
What I mean is, are we memes or mes or messes of yeses
gone all johnny rcome late-rotten scarred scared, some thing not so far
from sacred when you put your mind to the whole idea of life being
at all. Thinking this is not easy. We are Able. Our belly's living waters cry out,
you are your brother's keeper, yes, you are.
Be leavin' that be, I am is, and you is,
too. When you apprehend the meme named
war.
That meme has led the me-me mob for as far as men
remember, but
now, machines remember for us, all the facts, just
the facts, ma'am.
Why'd the d go into a comma, Pop?
Welt (Duetch, bitte) Enshaung, glaube ich, vie leicht, aber
are we ever going to filter out these German bleed-overs?
stay tuned, next week the meme beacon is pulled down,
who shall pre or post or ex maybe vail, travail, like
trip
wow, I hate being a 20 year old vet back in the U.S. of A.
FTA All the way, Airborne
******** Herman Hesse ********
Jorney to and fro the east to west, and soon, et
cetera. Siam is a mere myth now, eh?
As the Narnia thing not called a heathen lie was allowed
allowable in mere Christianity.
I've only seen the English POV's on PBS, they may be filtered through
feedback, meme belching bursting bubbles from new wine 'nold vessels about to plode into eternity, singing along.
Thank you, very much. May I introduce, duce, intro duce, y'gittin this?
Duce means 2 if you see e squeen between, you see that?
Fun. No reason for fun? Who here, now, believes that or, no,
bees leavin' those lies be told?
Hunh? Y'know? Watch man, waht of the night?
See, what I mean? All this from me hearin' some guy say,
"Come and see, like that was okeh. For any body, n'me, too.
Thinking, as a past-time, is pointless. You know, if you act like it.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
a mirror never lies
the way you look at it in any way
you can never be wise
never could you look away and have different say
what you see ist waht may one get
but never lie the way you look at it
even happy it sees you sad
no matter how good it can show the worse of it
a mirror never lies
what it sees is not the reflection
but the deeper desperation
somthing worse that addiction
it cannot say what you are
but lets you see who you are
say whatever you say but it will show you the way
nomatter how you look at it its you it will show
a mirror never lies that is true
dreams are something you see
dont lie for it will show you the truth
don't argue and it give you answers
amirror never lies to you
for its you who is lying to it
what you see you might notlike
but thats the truth and it hard to fight
never fight what you see in the mirror
for it will just comeback to hunt you
a mirror never lie even if you try
for you are the one lying and not the mirror you face
face the truth no matter what you see
you may be ugly but happy
you may be filthy but clean
its not the reflection who is talking
but its the reflection showing
what you are of it knowing
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
welcome to houston texas
we roll swangas n swishers
we might hit cha
with the torch
if ya dont know where ya stand
in the ghetto we never let go
of painful memories
we got brothers get shot by cops
to brothers getting got
by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own
phone home
soon to be at the crossroads
knockin at thugs mansion door
got **** how did i get smoked
i thought i was backed by my locs
now im sittin with malcolm
and martin n garvey
enjoying a smoke
wish i could reach deep into the pains
of black folks brain
and let em know
we used to be kings n queens
but **** dont flipped
once they change the color of the script
but ***** i peep game since i was embryo
last of a dying breed corrupt seed
we can changr indeed
we just gotta change waht our minds feed
but we too intrigue
from the worlds scent
a ghetto ih
now that've got your intention
lets form a syndication
reform strategize black nation
we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin
nothing but flawless beats
smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet
or better yet the bayou classic
listenin to magic
1 0 2 point one everybody having fun
without the use of a gun
buts ther3s always one
that wanna start ****
got his wig split
now take a picture for yo casket
wish times wasnt so hard
but im always on the guard
sneaky *** white supremacy
pushin gay antics
miss with that semantic
yall aint slick
so let me hit ya with some of the realist
rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im
tired of this ****** poor livin
everyday sinning
no winning stuck at a permenant loss
but somehow my soul still grows
even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
(Mark, xi.17)
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart,
O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated door.
Devoted as it is to Thee,
A thievish swarm frequents the place,
They steal away my hopes from me,
And rob my Saviour of His praise.
There, too, a sharp designing trade
Sin, Satan, and the World maintain;
Nor cease to press me, and persuade
To part with ease, and purchase pain.
I know them, and I hate their din;
And weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,
I cannot serve Thee as I would.
Oh! for the joy thy presence gives,
What peace shall reign when Thou art there;
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of prayer.
And if Thou make Thy temple shine,
Yet self-abased, will I adore;
The gold and silver are not mine;
I give Thee waht was Thine before.
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tho at laset not mroe tahn any one can
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wihcveer ye siltl do not udnrtaensd
do not be of tsohe be jgudin' the man
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Who knew of Gwendolyn
as if I should know
as if it were February
on the history channel
Is it odd that Ed
finally introduced us
after so many years
as if he should be
suspiciously Caucasian
like Ed who
I really don't know
from Baltimore
growing up white
against black because
that's how America was
and is lovable,
hardworking, left-leaning
with a racist mother
or not like Curtis
who's Pusherman
from Chicago deals
I don't know waht
because I've got no
streets but enough schoolin
than most deserve.
I didn't know Gwendolyn
and that's not ironic
motivation to deal
more poetic *****
up for us to huff.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Here in a conversation
Her face in your mind
Her name on your lips
But there is nothing to find
She hides a secret
Only that we know
She wont say a word
Wont let it show
You asked me once
You asked me twice
No more gambling for me
I'll roll the dice
I liked you can't you see?
I still do
She took that away from me
She took away you
I asked for a favor
A simple act of kindness
For her to watch out for you
Not take you in blindness
She let me believe everything
All the lies she told too
I'm still hurting from it
Are you?
Until this very moment
On this very day
I was scared to tell you
Scared you would walk away
But I have no more fear
I know what I must do
Say how I feel
And waht my heart feels is true
I still like you
I'm not even sure why
But when I think about it
It makes me want ot cry
Obviously I care about you
Your happiness and all
i'm going to try and forget
Everything that made me fall
The way we act when we're alone
Your body close to mine
And how you looked at me
The way your eyes shinned
I want it to be done
I want you out of my head
I second guess eveything you do
If only you caould have said
Said what you wanted
And what you wanted from me
That last night on the lake front
Where it went from us to we
I wont forget you
Not in a million years
but I'm done crying over you
You don't deserve my tears
Funny thing is
that you don't even know
How I'm writing this poem for you
And how it made me grow
I understand the reasons
I don't think you do
Because one day you will find her
The girl that completes you
Fall in love with her
Give her everything you can
Because one day she will be gone
You'll be left a lonely man
One day you'll see what I mean
My wish will come true
That we could have each other
I could've been with you
Don't know when it will happen
Or how long it will be
Maybe the universe will do it right
And make us a we
Goodnight and good day
I wish always for you
To hope you find someone to love
As much as I loved you.
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 11:07 AM UTC
I can still see Stan pulling his hair and
off there to the right, Oliver with his,
I can never remember if it was a bowler or a pork pie hat, but I kinda like that, like the haziness of a memory that comforts me, it's a
part of the comedy of growing up.
Once, like I was two or maybe three an eternity ago, on a trike, pedals and a bell, pedalling like hell was on nmy trail,
but
the word constituent, constituant, ringing in my head, must have repeated and said that word for hours and hours.
Mum Said, i had ABC, well that's waht it sounded like to me,
acronyms, CIA, RAC,CBI,
I went to the citizens advice bureau
the CAB, WHICH
if I really had OCD, would be the ABC, BUT YOU SEE the alphabet is what we get in tinswith tomata sauce and Mum OF course had the last
word.
They always do when you're two or maybe three.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
what would you do
if i socked you in the face
what would you do
if i filled you with hate
would you hate me till the end of your days
would you get back up without a daze
would you sock me back
and throw me to the floor
would you hit my head on the grounf
till i breathe no more
would you stand up
and let the blood mix with your tears
would you smile
and end all of your fears
would you do it again
and love it even more
would you do it again
even in the middle of a store
would you even let him/her suffer
would you even let him/her cry and curse
would you even let him/her build his/her hat for the worst
would you plant that seed of hate in his/her brain
would you make him/her scream in pain
would you not let him/her stop
would you make him/her **** a lot
would you let him/her **** anyone but you
would you know what these monsters you've created can do
would ***** tell you that you are not hate
would ***** tell you are simply a victim
an example of what it can create
would ***** tell you that this is your end
would ***** tell that there's nothing abut you ***** would miss
would ***** tell you that hate has no friend
would ***** give you a goodbye death kiss
would you feel betrayed by friends
would you feel that stab in the heart that hate sends
would you be stupid enough to not know why this is happening
would you be sad
would you feel bad
would you go away and die
realizing waht you've done
knowing no one will miss you
no one will cry
knowing all your leaving behind is hate
only fire in the eye
and a heart pierced by a steak
and the longer your in this hole
the deeper it gets
you know what it creates
and it made you pay the ultimate debt
What Would You Do (Love) is in the works in progress
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:55 PM UTC
So I don't know how to tell you
I've felt like this for some time
I dont know waht started it
But I feel that way now
I odnt know how to tell you
Just how I feel
Every one says we would be good
That we are a cute couple
But I dont know how to tell you
We talk every day
Almost all day long
People say you like me too
Because of the way you act
I never realized it
But i guess that its true
The feeling that I have for you
I didnt think I ever would
But when you cross my mind i smile
I feel weak in the knees
I've never felt like this before
We talk all the time
But yet I still cant tell you
Just how I really feel
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Learning difference
weighing sameness
to within the spectrum of gravity
on earth.
Balance in valence, whence
---if that is not meaningless,
maybe
colored wombed men, mit henna hair,
come well
within the confines of my fire's light,
bearing news of even'ts and odds and ends,
since we begin
new, night downloads activate
new mercy.
hmmm, not waht I expected.
new mercy, I get it.
My last raton of mercy was exhausted putting me
to sleep. So
whole new mercy, everundamnday!
And, I remember everything. This book,
these lines,
your minds and my roles, oh my,
I owe some sanity to the guy who built etymonline.com,,,
what a treasure that unwombed man has
given AI and I to build
nexts with.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
Waht do you call projections of people?
You know,
the ones we create in our head
the ones we keep so close
we feel like we know them
we feel like we own them.
But thats all they are,
projections.
The real you is walking around flesh and blood.
The real you is breathing a different air.
I'd trade my projection for the
real you anytime.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
What did we now speak,
For all this world hears,
Waht did we now keep,
For the surrounding bears,
With me this wound deep,
Afar within, of this pace,
That ever solemnity ponders,
What we shall seap and lace,
Is it Hope!!!
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM UTC
Sometimes i wonder of waht use is going to school,
And i ponder what knowledge we gain in books,
This tin called life tied a Father's brain loose,
So tell me waht else you expecting of a son too,
after going to d university you still have to learn life as a lesson,
This point gat me thinking if disappointment is a blessing.
I just failed jamb the fourth time, should i write once again,
But from your point of view, explain #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN.
But also don't forget i have the same head with bill gate.
Experience is the best teacher, who can help me narrate??
Life is the greatest teacher, these words i can"t just debate,
Lined with several opportunities, how do i even relate,
We try to reach it n we lose it, how do we recreate,
How do we reach it when our hands are tied in chains,
The more we reach the more we reach in vain,
All dis pain goes deep and cause a twitch in brain,
Opportunity ain't for the poor that's waht the rich says...
Now i just learn wisdom done come wit age,
Same thing that makes Zuckerberg sit n talk with gates,
I lied to myself n said there's alot of opportunities up in states,
My mind of states told me shut up you fail to use your brain,
Then i roll up some **** if they would help me rethink,
Pick up a bottle, sip up some gin,
So I could fall asleep,
Then i woke up with hiccups, and my thoughts widening,
Pick up my laptop, well m don hiding,
Signed up for Air Force, hope i get a safe landing,
Waited for months, because that was ma only option,
When d result came,am ****** i failed again,
Tell me #HOW_USLESS_IS_MY_BRAIN??
Now m imprisoned in my mind, who's gonna bail,
These storms of life, how do i even sail,
In this race of life, how do i cross the finish lane,
But m confused, if failure helps you succeed maybe i should just fail again,
Every time i tried to proceed life just hit the breaks again,
Opportunity comes but once that's the lie they say,
Wake up son Faraday tried 100 times didn't you hear the tale??
But i'm thinking of quitting why cant i b like Faraday??
If per adventure I quit, will that help me make the fame,
This got me entangled n engulfed in the irony of words that says,
if I don't quit #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN??
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC