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Relax

Relax;
Rather block up the ass;
Gather the Self and watch;
Let me talk my mind,
Cus’ I don’t mind,
I’m really mine!
Jesus came, and was thirsty,
And even died at thirty;
Never couldn’t buy a bugatti,
But is hailed, even at the pulpit!
You know, he’s got the truth;
This is the only proof
That he is not a woof
To bring out any woo!
Are you ready to boo?
And make a choice and choose
What could be in the little books?
Just jump out and get the shoes,
Let’s check out and get it through
The Storm of the Martians
Of the Peaking Pikin Serials!
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There the Rhythm Goes

There the rhythm goes,
With the drum, as we pose,
As the time goes by,
All the way with rhymes 
Being made so fine,
Blessed, through with zin;
Though in this solo slime
Being bound with hollow crimes
That forsakes the being of Christ;
But we will always try,	
If tough, even with cries,
To reach the maker of life,
With Prancing Poems and Poetry.

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My Life

My life is all i have
In spite of calls above
To dive into the World,
Without a word in heart,
A sword and that i am
A ward for you my lord.

© Amerasb Pikin 2016

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Joker

...
A one man blogger,
He writes on the jotter;
Looking like a king,
And also like the queen,
And never known to be
A he or a she;
Does not have the time 
In focus, and, not my kind;
By me,
He chooses to be,
But in reality,
He is not next to me;
He feels like a bugger,
But, I knew him a joker.

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By All Means

By all means
I'll win
While in all these
Piled up of things,
Things i cannot think,
File upon the fringe
Of my only will. 

© Amerasb Pikin 2016

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Snow Burst Candy Flake

We rode beyond the flip
Of Walter and his friends,
On this homo steady slip
In the cabin to the west,
Where the pride of lions sleep
All night till the end.

On the hillside of west,
The corns are left for rats,
The moonlight is left
For the cave of the bats,
The stars in themselves
Are laid so on the mat.

That same mile leads the heap
Of lofty stuffs up the hills,
The snow of flake spills
Into Eve's marshy opened hips,
And the apples of honey 
Are plucked on Adam's lips.

The bed bath of Mr. Benson
Floats out steadily in the skies,
Reaching the pride of the sons
Laid up the feet so high,
Sailing all the phantom men
On the carpet of the smile.

There is a table solely laid
Down below the blue ceiling,
Also is a shea iced cake
In the pie wholly sealed in,
And the storm of the day
Rains in the fields of candy.

The circles are in squares
In the Square at the Circle,
The cycles can be shared
In dome down the valleys;
The clones you can swerve,
And bike up the galley.

Now that I have you mine
On the hills up the shores,
Take a look the while
At the feathers of the scores,
One by one in the time,
And rise up on these songs.

Copyright © Pikin Amerasb | Year Posted 2019

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My Libido Will Rise

My libido will rise,
Only with appetite;
Only will it ride,
If close and tight;
We can kick and slide,
But will never fight;
The back and front sides,
Will be of different size;
And will take you high,
Far, than the kite!

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Snow Burst Candy Flake

We rode beyond the flip
Of Walter and his friends,
On this homo steady slip
In the cabin to the west,
Where the pride of lions sleep
All night till the end.

On the hillside of west,
The corns are left for rats,
The moonlight is left
For the cave of the bats,
The stars in themselves
Are laid so on the mat.

That same mile leads the heap
Of lofty stuffs up the hills,
The snow of flake spills
Into Eve's marshy opened hips,
And the apples of honey 
Are plucked on Adam's lips.

The bed bath of Mr. Benson
Floats out steadily in the skies,
Reaching the pride of the sons
Laid up the feet so high,
Sailing all the phantom men
On the carpet of the smile.

There is a table solely laid
Down below the blue ceiling,
Also is a shea iced cake
In the pie wholly sealed in,
And the storm of the day
Rains in the fields of candy.

The circles are in squares
In the Square at the Circle,
The cycles can be shared
In dome down the valleys;
The clones you can swerve,
And bike up the galley.

Now that I have you mine
On the hills up the shores,
Take a look the while
At the feathers of the scores,
One by one in the time,
And rise up on these songs.

Copyright © Pikin Amerasb | Year Posted 2019

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If Passions Were Flowers

If passions were flowers,
And my heart so free,
You would have been showers,
A fortress of the sea;

And as long as bees hive,
And the mother of nature 
Never leave you by night,
Every passion is forever.

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If Passions Were Flowers

If passions were flowers,
And my heart so free,
You would have been showers,
A fortress of the sea;

And as long as bees hive,
And the mother of nature 
Never leave you by night,
Every passion is forever.

Copyright © Pikin Amerasb | Year Posted 2019


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