Sweet genocide,
Destroyers of all if you must,
masterminded behind none I lust for - one- money,
its my drug getting high on what I can accomplish
in this lifetime, choosing to just do it!
getting it done pardon me for this imagination,
of mine I must say at one point and time it was ilke I was blinded now
twisted faith has me going,
I'm searching for what mankind holds all over the world,
known too man as Money on stacks on racks on top of racks needing a ladder just
see where my money begins at.
Sweet Genocide
Robert c Bessel jr.
Categories:
bessel, money, drug,
Form: Rhyme
My Faults
Its over now, thankfully I now how to really know my own faults,
call my own shots, get things done blind folded,
what I'm doing is my own thing, only realizing,
the realization of something which I lost in a fault.
somewhere; somehow; I'm thankful now that I've lived and found,
while learning this hole time, investigating all my possibilities which one too choose?
which not too?or too? well for poetry is what I choose.
Robert c. Bessel Jr.
Categories:
bessel, words,
Form: Ballad
This is the making This is the
the making of something,
the basement of something,
the foundation of something,
something grand the re doing of
a young poet named Robert c
Bessel Jr., everything new,
as i sit back and start to build
this huge imp ire im restarting
from the basement,
the first step is placed with
granet finishing isn't even in my
mindset but
stamping checks now were
talking ligament business, so
getting the next is history what
history in the making is.
Categories:
bessel, history,
Form: Ballad
I'm a honest fun loving guy, sometimes shy, never to be frightened by the next, get to know me by questions, I'll be sure to correctly answer them with sentences,
Straight up no lies, Nothing to hide behind no regrets to run from, I'm playing a game of life, no change, here where you came, to do the unexplained, while still looking in every direction, being sure of who i am, no change, whats a chance not taking? whats a gasping breathe if your suffocating? I'm playing hard ball on a soft feil you doing the same? Loving thy family all along the way, never to be stripped or forgotten Bessel be the name im born with, as for what i am? I bleed its red, will i bow? never yet, will i lend the last helping hand? You can bet, always and forever showing much pleasure even if it gets burnd once or twice, thats what good advice, hard skin and reaction time is about im hard on the out, try me and you'll find out, inside for who i am?
Please questions, questions, questions, and you'll find out.
Robert Carroll Bessel jr.
10/22/2013
Categories:
bessel, courage, growth, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme