"whatta" poems
I'm a scientist *****
Don't you know what the means?
I've got a P.h.d in physics,
Bring ya down to your knees.
I'll find your resonance frequency ,
You'll be runnin' scared,
Make you quake like Nagasaki
E=Mc^2
Yea,
Ya know the ladies love me when they're rubbin up on me
I give em' cash they shake that *** they're gettin wet off this salary
I make a hundred thousand mother fuckin' Gs a year,
Now whatta you do?
Sit around smoke dope and drink beer?
You wanna shoot me?
You can try if you like,
But I can predict the path of a bullet in mid flight,
I'll drop you faster than gravity with the sound of my gat,
**** you with more certainty than Schrodingers cat.
Well,
Galileo, Galileo
Whats my name?
Your girl orbits my **** she gives me head everyday
You know what entropy says?
All things must come to an end,
Well I'm your catalyst *****
Make you wish you was dead.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
with a knife dipped in crimson fire
i murdered the red sky
(the doors of platinum)
twas god twas saul twas garden blue
what to be like a semi
i x actl y know what i knew
the blue waters of the earth could not
cleanse the pitch-black night
the riders of paul saw
saul dancing in the moonlight
and chirst he was a beautiful man
more beautiful than the secret diamonds of the universe
to take it into account of beauty of peace
its lie a thousand times over roll over the kids
whatta joke he tells me
with a blue glass blink to his eye
green three times two times five over a million
brings me here
you're humble i know
pray for me
saul or whoever cracks his knuckles and waits
thomas has to forgive again
mary was a symbol and judas hung
for it all
we all hang once in a while
over and over
to be through the bleeding doors the cracks
of the doors of platinum
step inside
and you'll never return
don't look back
or everything will disappear
but by chirst jesus the lord almighty god (jesus christ)
it already has
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
You take there pride, there roar,
what goar..
You take there skin and get some win?
take that shot,
oh whatta sin
there sold just bought.
that thaught must rot..
there little cubs chopped down to nubs,
oh why oh why,
you'd join there clubs You take the time.
to aim for gone,
good by nature, Sorrow spirit, they so wrong
last lion song..
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
I still compare myself
to the ones that meant nothing:
"I left her for the bar on Christmas Eve",
"I was an ******* until she made me leave",
"She wouldn't have *** so I cheated out of greed";
And I still can't tell if you were bragging
or wore regret on your sleeve.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
my baby hailey,
I'd eat this world.
I'd churp and burp .;.
It's all so bright
I'ts moving my sight
I'm on a first flight
No need to hold tight
I'm morfing allnight...
My eye sight is rubies I'll pass on the doobies .
my tune is groovys, .. this beat. wawh wawh wawh , ! get me the saw this tree needs a bra >.>
................That lazy daisy!........... is driving me crazy bin in the shower foe more then an hour'
waisting my water getting me hotter
I must be a giant your freshest client .
I think I have power ! that you should know,
just kiddin bro you're face seams to glow.
whatta great trip You're getting a tip
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
The eternal deep thinker,
Vexed and perplexed, I'm a mess of quills and inkers,
Deeper than the belly of a beer-downing drinker, whatta stinker,
Deeper than the ocean,
Fishing deeper than the fisher,
Way deeper than a fishy or the hook, line, sinker.
Deeper than a creeper, keeping creeping on the DL,
Deeper than devil-infested levels, deep in the Hell,
Much deeper and way steeper than I've ever hoped to get,
Getting closer to my dreams and not a single one regret.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
wouldn't couldn't make any sense at all
but why by, by why not with try try cry cry
look look I, I beauty be twisted turned by scoundrel
soul of I did be did see the torment of twisted tales of faeries
and shiny knights and the darkest nights of fear put there why
for twisted power over holy love and the breeze about whom's truly free
but are we not better as accuser jury judge judgmental no judgement be we
for sneaky snake we judge his hunger and his take the very need of even feed
for this humble be with the man whom was there and takes no point in defense where
the story be it was even he who wrote the book whom had beloved Eve bite the ever need of all
of we's and down and on and beyond and out and say as fools the pain there here is today is some
blame of some garden gone and the castrated pained and labored out but there was not then and is no none this now, not this way anyhow; here as then didn't make any sense at all then and all the less here the ever one generation of the ever now; we cling to stability of status quo and if the ever now will ever be all about loving, every status quo will likely and simply just have to go go go into the ever transmutable flowing loving giving of the ever flowing of all there really is as LOVE of which we are and too the imperishable sentient spirits of many ever rivers
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
I thought about how, if I were
able to enter other people's minds,
that the world would seem to take
on different hues of experience; dark,
bright, gentle, sharp, doomy, gloomy,
fuzzy, scary, warm, cold, a warmish
coldish synthesis diving between a
freezing.. naked.. sorry slugger on
a dimly lit island in the dead center of
the ocean thinking of how black and
desolate a place the world is only because
the potential for cold pangs of death wish
are there at all (whatta shock!) whilst he's
passed a blanket by a friendly nowhere pedestrian
and all of a sudden with the help of some agency
in the cold night, he is warm with the freeze only
nipping at exposed heels and neck and nose and
face.
sitting empty, expecting nature to clothe him, he
forgot that nature includes his ability to sew quilts..
adorn himself in developed fur.. accept help from the
endless parade of nowhere pedestrians eyeing with
worry, compassion.. that this concern is as intrinsic
to universe as empty breathless space and biting,
flatulent wind..
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
hey, hey whatta you say!
THEY ALREADY TOOK YOUR GULF OF MEXICO AWAY
an we the the "type" don't like to blame!
(unless, of course, that person's ..........weak)
hey hey what gonna be next?
PERHAPS GONNA BE YOUR........ VERY BREATH
writin poetry,,,,,"so slick"
today seems ..."meaningless"
AN IT GONNA MAKE YOU ........SICK!
hey hey whatta you say
THEY ALREADY TOOK YOUR GULF OF MEXICO AWAY
THEY ALREADY TOOK YOUR GULF OF MEXICO AWAY
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 11:16 AM UTC
Coffee and cigarettes are my only escape.
I got my cup of joe, my packs of stokes,
And I'm on my way downtown, to
Set up shop, and sing my cares away.
So, won't you sing with me,
'Cause its cold outside, and I'm kinda lonely.
Friday nights are always the same in this town.
Im looking up, but im feeling down.
So, ill light this cigarette and smoke the night away,
And ill hope that saturday will be the better day
When everything feels okay.
Coffee and cigarettes are best when shared with you.
Well go to the waffle house or your moms house,
and have a cup or two.
Yeah, i got friends, but they got friends,
And they have parties, and im so akward.
So whatta ya say, just as friends, we go see a movie
This weekend, alright? Okay
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
I hope you know
I've given myself more to you
Than I
You were reciprocating
My deepest of ghosts
Loving and creating
Whatta hoax
What could I do
To love myself as much as you
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
Sisters, with love
hanging from their
clasped hands
swinging back
and forth like
a jump rope
double dutch
double something
a team, you would
think, but no
Faith is full of
christian love
while Hope
is morally
broke
cashed out
so to speak
but she keeps
her mouth shut
these days
while Faith appeals
to Charity, their
first cousin
a ***** (shouldn't
she have plenty
to spare?)
Faith moves around
from square to square
like a chessboard
piece, missionary
turned mercenary
cashing in on
blank checks
from God
Faith is fat
with Trust
while Hope
wrings her hands
and casts an eye toward
Charity, whatta ****
never there when
you want, that's
love, two sisters
at each other's
throat, charity
torn in half
bashed open like
a piggy bank
where's Trust
when you need him
most? (looking up
the skirt of Hope
while pinching
the *** of Faith
taking the last shards
of Charity, you
betcha) see you
next Sunday
see?
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
From rag too riches
but still yet no ambition
forever in life shall i be ever trippin
"Better not be lippin on my bottle"
baby-mama with the attitude always drinking
Oh whatta ****** model
Oh yes
My ego goes full throtel
when i avoid the fact
our relationship is
so hostile
too bad that im addicted
too that
Im in love with the whack
you always profess that
that ill climb the ladder
and push all the other Cats back.
And i dont even know if i can even
******* ask that
So in reality baby
you better bring
that ****** *** back
Please
Wait i shouldnt have to plead
just like you being
lactose intolerant
i wouldnt feed ya cheese
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 7:18 PM UTC