"wesley" poems
Here oh postmodern nihilist
the grave awaits
your death
wish:
Life
a
struggle
escape it
death
so tempting
grasp it
and take its era with you:
Keep it
away from our church's
our schools
our civics
and further culture.
Lo, the children
black as the hell they die in...
Its inordinately subjective unconsciousness;
confused emotionally with its ineptitude of reason.
Blaming its former God,
for their own doing.
Wanting to save that world upon themselves left behind from such a rejection.
Lest they live in a Christ so unjust.
As to not know all men equally,
but to judge them--in their distinction.
Creation
your natural law
emphasizes that which we do not want to come to terms with.
If only we could make us all inter-dependent biological beings of mechanization.
Chain me to genetic determinism and biochemical reactions foremost -- lest my soul affirms inequality:
Liberty exulted
by the risen Lord:
Supremacy/Autonomy
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
*by Charles Wesley
(1707-1788)*
Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
~ Charles Wesley
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
.simone biles (the gymnast)...
miles davis (the trumpet guy)...
must be black privilege;
wasn't there a movie...
starring
woody harrelson
and wesley snipes?
you sure?
i thought it was
called: white men can't jump...
sure as **** ****** can
sing church gospel!
how's that for
privilege?
if you're going to
culturally box, and repeatedly
punch below the belt...
you're quiet likely going
to get a reaction...
i have an acne wart growing
on my *** the size
of a cauliflower,
it's itchy my brain,
it's differentiating between
agitate and: lying back...
i guess the excess of...
look... you may have
the excess melanin...
i have lactose tolerance...
we're even?!
no?
so how come some smurf,
some European hobbit
shackle your N.B.A.
Goliath(s)?!
explain that one to me...
if these people were so
cock-unsure...
how they **** did they
tame the Zulu Apache Goliath
bodybuilders?!
what the ****
i already said, and it was proven...
IQ...
i don't like it...
but i'm pretty sure that
the whites **** more people
in terrorist attacks than...
camel-jockeys...
it took 3 or over three...
to perform the Bataclan Massacre...
three... the third of the IQ
that required a Breivik...
130 in France...
dissociated among 3 attackers
that gorged on testicles after the spree...
fun, fun fun fun...
like: you're trying to say that without
irony...
and how many in Norway?
77...
i only look at the IQ of killers...
so... what's the ratio?
77 / 1
130 / 3 = 43...
like i said... low IQ...
you really want your little
racial insurrection?
you'll have it, don't worry..
i'll just the narrative...
must be black privy...
if you can mash up a jazz compos.,
right?
crackers read from
a prepared script...
you ******* just, "improvise"...
rapping contra talking...
**** come to think of it...
******* boys took it too far from
your Oreos...
like... too much drums...
not enough wind, or strings...
too much drumming...
pulverizing the ears
with drum & bass and what not...
if i wasn't deaf prior,
i'm deaf by now;
******* boy to Oreo woo-oo-oops
boy;
same **** different cover.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
Oh fine jewelry worn by men
Wesley's watch is lost again
"Wesley where's your silver Tissot?"
"Sorry Dad, I do not know"
The little ticker is out of its case
Wesley's watch is lost in space
"Oh now where did my keys go?"
"They were right here a minute ago"
"You lost your keys now, did you Son?"
"Can I use your's Mom?" "Got to run"
"I found my watch, Dad, mixed in with clothes"
"All the time right under my nose"
But lo in five days, maybe ten
Wesley's watch is lost again
"One day boy, it's going to get snatched"
"And it's a **** good thing your butt's attached"
Well today the watch is on my arm
Safe from Wesley , safe from harm
It feels warm
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Remember Wesley’s Theory. Remember they haven’t taught you everything.
And no one actually gives anything For Free. Don’t take it and expect to give nothing back.
They will beat it out of you. Spit back King Kunta even though you’ll feel nothing like royalty.
Google Institutionalized. The first example reads, The danger of discrimination becoming
Institutionalized.
Maybe they didn’t want to flat out say racism?
And instead pretend like u won’t try to climb over These Walls.
You in Trumps America now boy, everything ain’t just gonna be Alright.
You might wake up tomorrow, sign chained to your ankles, “For Sale”.
Momma never warned you. At least you don’t remember, you haven’t talked lately.
You never understood Hood Politics, found yourself on the wrong block
Too much change in your pocket tryna to figure out How Much a Dollar Cost
But the Complexion of your currency ain’t quite correct cuz
That’s when you realize The Blacker the Berry, the less like you.
You Ain’t Gotta Lie, you like where you are now.
Starting to think i belong and ****
But remember, even though you know how to **** a Butterfly, you’re just a Mortal Man.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
Started with selling lollipops out my locker, to pushing stocks, to selling beef with coco buns like Betty croocker. my gang green, a seal team, running schemes, wit; wicked regimes then moved up to the major leagues- with upper decks, up my sleeve. capture your spirit, just to set it free. dark knight, captures white king; wouldn't stop riding me. pawn moves, worth the trouble; it's two easy. Throwing stones, and Sandz castles, these haters tryin to castle me in; it don't appease me. these drag queens, keep turning there back; showing thier *** and tattle tails; like lil sis-sees. these miss-fits couldn't **** wit- me if they came in ultra HD, my Cats 5, and they treating me like I'm Mr. IP, darker the Wesley, I'm stone cold rocking an Iced-T, your Bud got wiser but it still ain't ******* with D. then grab Kim car dash and-be back by three, send Kanye west, to get Ad vice from me. my marketing skills so nice, I just capitalized. on the lies of our lives, of all three. These dudes the Wizard of Odds, fake pretend; Wizards of Oz, chasing the Wizard of Gods, reading scripts written by me. I wrap with a cause, like I''m passing the bar, in limbo with these dudes at odds with me. I'll dot their eyes, like Kimbo was training me. Their label-mates ****** in Big T's, liking on their selfies, on sell phones. I'm on roam, in Rome, using Google Chrome to Google Earth, on my eye phone- writing this from the O-zone, so that the people reading this will be like O'No - this dude is cold. I'm opt to much prime, all the timethen phone home- transfer the message, like Otimos prime
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Emasculate Feud,
take his ******* and *****
so that you can travel the Jungian road
of unicorns, rainbows, and pixies
with no ******
Uncle Al Crowley
he died deranged like you-
-your very existence.
--Out of context--
like your quote of James Madison:
To fulfill your nihilist message
of hope without a ******
Freud who knew you all to well,
needs no ***** or *******
to think,
unlike you.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
Home surveillance
accessed by cellphone
as the exhibitionist
walks the halls.
Peek-a-boo.
Multi-camera action,
one of the more positive aspects of your Orwellian achievement.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Ever wondered about my style?
What I admire and what I deem vile?
Well, gather around, I'll let you see
Who I am, through what else, but poetry?
My favorite flower is a cherry blossom.
As for food, bread is awesome.
I spend much of my time on Twitter.
I like birds, the ones that flutter.
My favorite author is Ms. Anne Rice.
Her book, "Memnoch" is very nice.
My favorite poet is Aleister Crowley.
As for artist, that would be Dali.
I like Reggae straight from Trenchtown.
Most of all, I like System of a Down.
Philip Wesley is my favorite composer.
If I may be so bold, Chopin, move over.
My favorite film is Sweeney Todd.
By my top director, who is slightly odd.
Johnny Depp is my favorite actor and hunk.
I'm not a fan of touchdowns and dunks.
A big interest is Nutrition and Health.
I'm against Corporations and Banks, with all their wealth.
I like Documentaries and things that make me think.
Carrot juice is one of my favorite things to drink.
My favorite painting hangs on my wall.
The artist or name, I have not a clue at all.
I like eating cherries and playing pretend.
I like talking to those I consider a friend.
I like dancing at raves, even on the stage.
I like my job, though it's minimum wage.
I'm good without gods, I bow to none.
No political party, with that, I'm done.
That about sums me up, I hope you see
My likes and interests described to a tee,
In the fashion of the rhyme scheme A and B.
Did I mention the fact that I write poetry?
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
Give me back my sheets!
You have stained them...
With your neo-nazism.
White pride world wide?
You are no nativist.
Sure Whites are now eight percent of the population,
but is race culture?
Catholic under those stained sheets?
Your diocese's came and made that road to Rome.
Albeit subversion of Americanism mutually.
And as communism did exactly what we knew,
by way of the Black Church and the Synagogue.
Have manifested Jewish rites in governance.
Made non-miscegenation taboo for Whites systematically.
Compromised national sovereignty for a global order.
All the while feminists have made the womb an ego for Moloch.
You say the Ku Klux **** is unacceptable?
They are nil.
Yet you romanticize the mafia.
Thank you mafia for upholding the unions, gambling and ***********
Give me back my sheets!
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
blekk, this ******* ragoon man
crab paste yuck
my stomach is festering in wounds of American Chinese
they put poison in my foods and I indulge and this is the result
final laid down rest
it feels
as
if
blekkk
the white rice is nice and the lo mein, don't even get me started
i Love it
noodles and rice covered in grease
spied on from a box of spare ribs
they saturate in Sat Fat, check the label 781 SAT FATS PER SERVING
Looper was good, and I was stuffed through all of it
grease traps, formed from my age of 5, filled to their brim this evening
starting a day with number 10 from Macdoe's: poor choice
smoke some grass and write a bit
that settles the swoosh of pirates fighting in my intestines
i give bloating a 75% definitive yes
25% maybe
reality is
I poisoned myself
don't do take out
don't eat what is not from its own country and made the same way
you know those ************* who make it are not eating the same **** thing
point is, I feel like Wesley Snipes and Sylvester Stallone are DEMOLISHing within.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Is here;
see it?
It is very noticeable,
wide and plump.
You are an evidence of creation.
I like having you around.
Sit on my face
and let us contemplate
its presence.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Cool as the Breeze of Allah Under the Hot Desert Sun
_________________________________________
Let it flow hashem
as i venture
to our sacred mosque
to give thanks to you
lord for preserving
reminding the Jew
who god is:
As we look about
seeing them at the wailing wall
further reminded.
Shed a tear
for us
Evangelical
your re-written christ
assists us
in rebuilding.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
He has not been received;
he has not been fully received.
As the priest presents the Host:
Oh the glances
of sought site,
let me see oh Lord
this light
not for me,
nor mine.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
I am a good person to the max
I am a good guy in Jesus' name
I am a brilliant young man
I am so handsome like Gretel
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
I am a rock soloist
I am a rock singer on the Wesley Willis Fiasco
I am a cityscape skyscraper artist
I am a working class dog
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
I am a nice guy in Jesus' name
I have a mean schizophrenia demon in my head
My demon racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a **** a *** and an *******
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Kinkos, it's the copy center
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
The Lord defeated death and taxes
after his stay on the Cross and
in the tomb.
Many mock God saying He did no such things;
as if God evoked (the pagan) Caesar,
preferring to pay
the continual tithe of worldly gain.
Build Caesar an empire, on the backs of men without self-government--and taxation without representation.
Subject only to Christ; man realizes.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
He spoke about Mike far from the Jackson but more like the color Brown.
As if whites love to see white since the lightest part of his body was in the air before his demise.
I think you should cut that dread off you know the one for Mike Brown since you weren't there. Far from a activist I honestly don't give a **** Far from an activist you're just adding fuel to extinguishing flames. You know how words spread like aids. People saw what they saw, so they say. You're no Martin you're no Malcom you're more like Powell.
This is when I knew I was a racist since all lives don't matter so you say.
If I was to die today in the hands of a white man. You wouldn't care since I'm light right.
Spanish boy on the mic.
Like if my daddy wasn't black as Wesley Snipes. But you know how the ***** daddy story goes.
Never home.
Left mama with a belly on her own.
They don't want to be the fathers but sure in hell they want to hit the daughters.
I prayed one day you'll walk through that door without the bottle. That's my only memory.
A dream.
So if I was to die today you wouldn't care or maybe for half
I mean my dad left me slung
Guess that changes the fact the left me hug like a pair Jays on the electrical line
Never to come by.
Never to teach how to ride a bike.
Never to teach me how to fight.
This is when I knew I was a racist.
Because I hate people, I hate crowded places.
I hate 34th street I hate 42nd.
I hate the city life
I should be somewhere in the country side.
But back to the matter tell me would you care if I die today in the hands of a white man.
What if I got killed by my enemy since minority violence is not a hate crime to society.
You see Tito got popped by Jahim
And Jahim lights went off in the middle of the night by Piddy
But these life's don't matter right
Is just minority violence
Is not the same media feed.
So for all you rappers, poets and activist whose saw Mikes hands up round of applause.
You're just like the media feeding in to what your eyes didn't see.
Is not about the truth anymore ******* but the ratings.
So to the special guest of honor poet I must tell you I'm a racist
I have 6 dead Spanish friends killed by all hands
Black, white and of time
Don't speak to me about justice
This wasn't Gardner or Bell
And if there's beef let me know I always keep a glock close.
My life won't matter to you like to yours won't matter to me.
But if that's what makes me a racist,
Mother ****** what are you?
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Infidel and traitors to Christ!
Dreaming of a utopia with Pope Frank
and the devil.
Mocking individualism,
and parading around with indians
for liberation.
You don’t make sense.
Organized religion now dead;
due to your deeds to now.
Idealists still not satisfied in hell.
New thought, new thought, new thought.
Here is another one, tired of the same ole one.
Divine science.
Look for the self & God
Do you see it?
Hail Nathaniel Hawthorne
And Edgar Allan Poe!
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
At The Mall:
___________
A lot of push pull
mixed messages...
I love it says Carrie.
(The Jewish neurotic head).
In The Synagogue:
________________
Excited about D.N.A.
Developing plans to draft Goyim.
Charlotte's Predicament:
_____________________
Gave up Christ for you,
now living of the flesh.
Just what New York needs--another single Jewish girl.
Christ no longer the comforter, she wants the god of fertility to bless her
and her house: Mary the mother of child rearing bless the womb and its fruit. He's not all that perhaps she'll come back...
At The Breakfast Table:
____________________
She states she is no fair weather Jew,
as Bette Midler-esque (Carrie) plastic surgery head listens.
This new found religion she's not giving it up.
The Walk:
_________
Welfare martini,
religious mourning,
and Freudian synopsis.
Peter ******* Interruption:
_______________________
Quit job, hoping for a breakthrough;
perhaps questioning Goyim's worth.
Bed Time:
________
Money issues.
At The Bar:
__________
At a loss despite her Jewish brilliance; and
Freudian synopsis.
At Theater:
__________
Male homo-sexual companion and Charlotte's progressivism.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
Lost
they are
but
not
me.
As I watch them
from the street corner.
They look
thinking
that
i am found.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
Bring on the media bombardment
of personality based self-help
groups and
get connected to the electricity,
eye meditating, colorful journey.
A ****** cliche and innuendo
to repress your inquisitiveness.
Responsible figures on the Black show;
White ***** on the other.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
You know they are goyim and
they realize the Jews
want them
as subjects.
Claiming birth right
to conquer.
Well Jew
ha-shem says
give you a chance
to mind your business,
or we can conquer you.
Jews still shaken
by the Holocaust.
Make comparisons with their non-supporters,
so as to make the world
viable for them.
Antisemitic attacks,
on their Arab neighbors,
labeled as hate crime-
-defiling international law;
because they are ha-shem.
Calling changed,
now they can intermingle .
Wish come true,
they are now more gentile
than Hebrew.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
In the D.A.R.E. carnival ride s.u.v....
Passing out bubble gum and baseball cards
helping the children in need.
There is a treat coming to your school:
Story time statistics of the (dead) letter of the law.
Uninspiring the children to a life of drug abuse.
Since they know not the (living) spirit of the law.
Drugged for childhood,
the self-abandoned --
immature in their nihilist chemistry.
In the D.A.R.E. carnival ride s.u.v.,
passing out bubble gum and
baseball cards; helping the children in need.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Dear lord
she was
wholesome
before her culture was regulated,
now marketed. --
Her technological fancy
and consumer venture;
her webcam
with ripe buttock and *******
Evangelical woman hailing eretz yisrael,
equality your goal...
Ha-Shem has no equals in a global pantheon of one-worldism.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC