Best Epicday Poems
After all the hardship and pain
After all the studies and quizzes
After all the sweat and tire
After all the sleepless nights
We await for it
We await for it patiently and joyfully
For the day to come
For “Thursday” to arrive
And wipe all that suffer
All that nonsense called “school”
All the agony and turn it into delight
To enjoy the day
To spend it idly
With both friends and family
Thursday…
A blessing allowing us to live
To be who we are
To forget the things we are forced to d o
And welcome the day with a smile
And a cheerful cry!
At last it had come
To begin a life, we open it with Thursday!
little red fox on the demon box...she devours the grapes of wrath
i follow her down straight into hell...on perditions winding warpath
greed like gas pouring fuel to the fire...living the nightmare dream
her screams are erotic and wildly robotic...miswired on a misled street
night into day and day into night...eternitys eyes turn black
flat on my back she's on the attack...long gone like the flowers of spring
sad solution...pollution...inviting intrusion...she's strong like a barbaric queen
she's a master,a monster,a vixon,a viper
venom it flows through my veins...pleasure and pain
i die from the serpents sting
i run like a rabbit with a deadly drug habit...i'm selling my soul like a fiend
double minded and blinded my thoughts are unwinding...like a mountain of misery
suicide static on full automatic...machine gun madness unseen
unloading the clips on fools that will slip on flip sides of reality
invisible idols that bring raw revival...they worship the tall toxic trees
the birds eat my flesh and the bees drink my blood
i die from the serpents sting
nuclear nations don't need invitations...they come on the bomblasts breeze
like lunatic lepers,hookers and hellions...living only to spread their disease
i look through the window i see angels and halos and demons of dirty dark deeds
ignite the infernos like crooks in casinos and cops that make love at crime scenes
where the metal meets the meat and blood flows through the beats
where freedom rings and slavery sings...
a blood red moon is on the rise...prophets of doom now compromise
fangs sink deep in the x-rated heat
i die from the serpents sting
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Like any other day, the autumn leaf's came tumbling down and continue so. Soon a
yard were once the green grass was visible, now the frost awaits it's season and the
oracles of time is now feastable. Like any other Sunday a family is preparing for ser-
vices and off they go, in their car's to hear the pastor tell them of a Heaven beyond
the star's. Like any other day of the week there's bickering amonst the neighbors. A
racist cop has shot a young black kid just because he skips school and in up riding in
a stolent car, and as he panick when they finally are caught he runs, out of fear, and
within minutes is dead. Saddness over this daily occurence like any other day his grand-
mother cries as the morning paper report that the shooting is rule justified. Like any
other day a thieve who well prepares himself with tools of a crime he does so well.
There is a day that promises us life with the Prince of "Hell". Men's marrying each
other, woman's doing the same, this precarious world gets worse by the day and like
any other day, daughter's have turn against their mothers. Brother's are killing each
other, war's and rumers now plaque's from state to state, and any other day the CNN
news reporter bring new's of how 15 U.S. solder's have been killed, "No one knows
When", but these are signs that his return (JESUS) is nearing. "I just hope he's not
already too late". Again & Again, the pastor tells his congregation. "No one knows
When", but are you prepare, are you (?). For in that day-unlike no other the dead
in Christ shall rise as we're told of following into the skies, into his bussum then.
Will that day be soon my "friend". "No one knows When".
Frances
Twas the night before Thanksgiving
An’ all through the tenement
Mama was sleeping
When Big Dady came in again
And there in the night sweet Frances lost her innocence
Hopscotch in Harlem Summer 1944
"If I don’t win this time
I aint never going to play no more.”
Mr Fortune teller
Why didn’t you tell her
One day she’d be a WHORE
The girl tol’ her Mama she’d never be poor
Papa was around
But he scorned her
Mama was always down
But she tried to warn her
Papa blamed her mother
Said she was just too lenient
The child tried her hand at working
But selling love
Was much more convenient
Cleaning toilets pays ten cents an hour
Scrubbing floors pays a quarter
My guess is that Cinderella
Wasn’t written for her
Now she’s her own selfs employer
And Now she cleans billfolds
At least it keeps her out of the cold
Dropping her dress didn’t take her to the top
She told her Mother one day she’s gonna stop
And now and then she reflects
How she misses that Harlem Hop.
ROSS
And Misses Gypsy lady
You been passin’ out bad luck lately
He wanted to be an astronaut
But now trouble holds him
And it’s your fault
Cause you should have told him
Attorney trying to get him twenty-five
The judge wants to give him eighty
Aint a tree in sight
But it still seems shady
But whatever happens
He’ll always be Sadie’s baby
Looking back with sad refrain
Ross, why you wanna bring your Mama pain?
A number replaced his name
Bought a gun to make a score
Couldn’t stand another day of being poor
So he chose to rob the corner store
Headline said: Murder at Sunny’s
He wouldn’t have killed hm
If he had jus’ given him the money
Fifty years of time to spare
A simple dream that led no where
When they passed out Blues
He got twice his share
And now he’s livin’ in shame
But what he wouldn’t give
For one more game
Of that Harlem square.
“Ross, you better stop pullin my hair.”
16 year old talkin to the television
your bad day would never have happened
had you not stole my empire
and then tried to kill me
I can't help but find it funny
hands full with the good guy taking his stand against your harsh injustice upon me
glad your making friends
im guessing they will keep you fairly busy
too busy to bother the supposed terrorist who had enough
He will not forever be lonely
the truth will eventually surface
i should know
it drove me crazy
and then you tried to kill me
Living my dreams you have stolen
every day of my life has been a nightmare
everyone biding their time
waiting for me to bring it up
and give you a chance at being freed by the truth
You stole my empire when i was 16
and then you tried to kill me
close to home?
remember me?
16 year old child
with a lost empire
big loss
lots of time on my hands since then
to talk circles around doctors paid to overmedicate me
close to home?
care for the truth to set you free
I will get whats mine
what is owed to me
16 year old kid talking to his television
interesting shows no longer on
just the stolen dreams of your reality
You can't fight this war
you will not win
doing what is ohnourable and right might be all you need to do
but instead you sell the lie
to keep my stolen empire
and then kill the people you have blamed
for being upset with a harsh injustice
16 year old kid talking to his television
and just like i said
you like to sing and dance and play house
the ball is in your court
fair is fair
i know im right
and it would be a shame to have to force you
to give something that doesn't belong to you
back to me out of survival
but chances are you are gonna be a really busy gumshoe
everything you had done to me
you are being served
one day the truth will set you free