Best Pai Poems
a
no pain
existence,
simple in its
total dark twilight,
healing hush, calm as death
extreme sense of sweet silence
serene, no fear, no hate, painless
ill conceived dreams without stimuli
as (nine... eight... sev...) thoughts have eased (six...) I, aaa...
12/12/15
-------*To be read in true Italian Mafia voice....--------
I wanna meet the wise guy.
You know, the pai·san gettin' cute with the Soup!
Cuz' the CAPTCHA preview characters keep throwin' me insults
like GOOF,
DOOF,
and POOP!
At foiwst', no offense was really taken...
'till the vulgarities became evident to me;
and this schmuck starts slappin' insults at me
like: PMSR,
VAGP,
and U 8 ET
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*(all characters are based upon actual characters given to me on the soup)
3.28 parsec out
We’re making an impromptu flight change
Windstar is gonna have to make
a low-grav burn and turn
towards the Big Rocky asteroid belt border
It’s a risky nav maneuver for sure,
but every space outlaw has faced that situation before
We got pesky corporate police on our tail,
time to power down, run silent on dual trilitium cells
Pai-du Jerah
I’m the drawn short-straw captain of this motley crew,
they respect me with a razor edge
I’ve sacrificed my life a time or two for them,
I get the necessary begrudge ... but no flak,
when I tell them what we gotta do
My number one right hand is a woman
I wouldn’t look too hard at her, pal,
if you know what’s best for your health
Vydrikia, she’s a long purple-haired, gen-eng vixen,
with tripwire anger issues
She smiles dismissively at me,
as she unstraps her NB (nuke blast) pulse gun
Says the next time I mess with her,
she just might not have it set on stun
I know the crew is prickly raw, that they want a little r & r ...
but we’ve got an interstellar new gov hush-hush delivery to make
And this nasty job, we gotta see it through —
if we wanna get paid that five zil Galaxian credit
Don’t wanna hear none of that mission impossible talk
Our motto is:
Evade or pear starjuice cajole
Be prepared for any planetary orbital patrol
We’re space outlaws
When we drop out of hyperspace —
whatever you do,
vigilante solar citizens ...
don’t get in our way!
That’s one reward that ain’t worth dying for
We wear both hats;
sometimes we’re the good guys,
sometimes we’re on the other side
It depends on what the pay is,
depends on what the fight is too
Some say we ain’t nothing but paid mercs
When swiping the untraceable credit disk,
we love giving the mean smirks
We can be your best friend,
we can be your worst enemy
But oft times, we’re in the middle somewhere
Space outlaws don’t much care
Se eu tenho de morrer
Meu deus!
Que não seja já
Eu quero ouvir nas ruas o meu povo gritando
“ Havemos de voltar”
Quero ver a minha terra tão linda e tão rica!
Quero dormir a sombra da mulembeira ouvindo cantos da minha gente
Se eu tenho de morrer
meu deus que não seje já
porque
eu sinto e tu bem sabes
que eu morrerei
humilhado, maltratado e traído…
Mas que não seje já!
Se cometi algum crime
nas paginas negras
do universo
SANTISTA
serei julgado e condenado
Se opinar e crime
serei julgado e condenado
mas nunca espancado e torturado,
porque sou
e
sempre serei
um nacionalista aterrorizado
pensando nos campos de concentração
na violação
humilhação
dos crimes políticos NETISTA
se cometi algum crime
serei julgado pela boca do povo!
Mas desta vez, pelo pai todo poderoso
serei julgado e condenado
mas nunca
espancado
e
humilhado.
Sobre pressão do hip-hop
estou aqui para declarar
a primeira guerra mundial
do amor
o amor que carrego dentro de mim
o amor que vossos barcos de escravatura
partilharam com os meus ancestors
chorando lágrimas de tristeza,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas diabólicas
que atormentam vossos nossos corações
carregando dentro de mim
abuses de raiva
que nem um cão raivoso
ladrando
“Mawe Africa, yaye mother land”
pai meu que estais no céu
santificado são as suas boas obras
que seus herdeiros a destruirão
construindo a torre babilónia
a torre das desgraças tribais
shangweni kalishi shoye, mepya yankweni kutoolamo omatanga.
Ye
ongame ngu omensageiro da verdade
escrevendo
que nem um hip-hop
about the black history
my history
your story
the ******* history
that does not have his own mind
his own country
but deep down under my soul
I have my own mind,
my own culture
and
my own country
sobre pressão do hip-hop
sacrificando a minha caneta
sangrando this sheet mother f… want me dead
ondaninga hano shike ndimone iihuna ngawo
ongame ngu omuthigwa
ndathigwa
procurando por um bem estar
e não um bem ser
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas nojentas
rebentando vossos estômagos
criando digestão
nem se quer podes dar um passo em falso
kabwalala será o seu sofrimento
enquanto estiveres a ler esta plurificação tribal
ngasakidila kabwalala
por teres dado cabo do mulungo
mal dizendo
de um brain washed
that does not believe in one love,
let it be his historical death
let him desaparecer
but before let me say one love one world one destiny
ndishi ndya ngongo let me smoke you
como se foces o cachimbo da paz
o cachimbo da plurificação
que seus consumidores a desrespeitaram,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
kwaku ni
kwaku
usukula.
Welcome to the year 4712, the year of the horse.
This is the most important time for Atlantic City hotels, of course.
It is tradition for good luck to eat noodles on the first day.
Make sure we have plenty of them in inventory today.
Have those fireworks to frighten the evil spirits away.
Have loads of red envelopes with money at the noodle bar.
Our honored guests will have traveled very far.
Get the tables ready for baccarat, pai gow, and sic bo.
Our patrons will be wagering loads of money in the casino
Whether they come from Hong Kong, Beijing, or Taipei,
cater to all their wishes during their stay.
Today I came across your picture, I almost shed a tear.
I faced the mirror, dug for resemblances of your features in my mixture.
There is no doubt you are my father
and I don't want to alter the design of our feather.
I am your son, from your loins I was made in your way.
Many clashes under the sun, but we never joined the fray.
As I slept, we laid adjoined, you held your baby every day.
But Time held the other side of the coin; from your hugs, I drifted away.
I know we not as close, and we barely express our love when we feel the urge to convey.
But you are my father, you are my mentor, every night, for me, you pray.
I imagine the good times life stole from us when I look into your tired eyes.
You still hold that beautiful smile, when you lift your head to the skies.
Age has caught up with you and you always repeat your life stories to me.
I show little interest because I am a slave to this pernicious phone and PC.
But I want to hear more, and you ask for me to visit often.
I feel bitter I barely show up. But your stories will not be forgotten.
I miss seeing you tear with joy when I come visit.
We shake hands because we forgot a hug and a kiss is our limit.
I pray to hug you longer before the breath of life leaves one of us.
With your presence, affection and wisdom my soul needs to be encompassed.
I do not hate you, I am not vexed with you, that is a plan I never wrought.
I feel that is what I manifest and that guilt left in me a vacant slot.
I just want to take this moment to reveal my inner thought.
I love you, I need you, and Father, I miss you A LOT.
ki likha aj likhan nu koi kalam
nai
mili
ek mili c ,
rishtea nal bhri hoi
per
usnl menu likhna nai aayea
mai koshish kiti likhan di
per
nai hoyea metho usnal dil di
likhai likhan da homework.
ki dasa keme chaldi c,
meri lyf di lakeera te o
apni shaap chad gai .
mai bohat koshish kiti mitaan
di
per
o eni pakki c shahi k mitaan
te apna nishan chad gai
ki dsa tenu ki hall ho gayea
mra
usnu chlaundi chlaundi ...
o kalam nai, kuj hor c
shyad
jo menu hasna bhula gai
mai koshish kiti samjhan di
ki c o ??
per
samjh na pai bhed ohda
meri zindagi vich ahun da
meri zindagi vich ahun
da..............
craps,
blackjack,
baccarat,
the big six wheel,
roulette, poker, pai gow, Spanish blackjack.
These are the tables where you lose money.
In casinos
are where you
will find
them.
I come in different shapes and sizes.
I'm a sacred charm woven
over willow hoops and hung
above your bed,
freeing your body and mind
from all sorts of evil influence.
Go on, dream away, sleepy head.
Close your eyes, child.
Dream peacefully.
You're in good hands.
I protect you from nightmares.
I originated from
Native American cultures;
used as a symbol of unity.
The Ojibwe tribe call me
'Asabikeshiinh', meaning 'spider'.
Acting like a spider's web,
I trap your bad dreams
allowing pleasant ones to sieve
through my feathers and reach you.
Go on, dream away, sleepy head
Close your eyes, child.
Dream peacefully.
Your nightmares caught
in my web are destroyed
when the sunlight of dawn hits me.
But there's more to me
than meets the eye.
My circular frame
represents planet Earth
and the circle of life
as there is no alpha or omega.
The beads represent the spider.
In the center of the web,
A circle, which is my heart,
where good dreams filter through.
Or a cross, which symbolizes
the Four Sacred Directions.
I'm also used for decorations
and worn as jewelry.
References:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreamcatcher
https://www.onetribeapparel.com/blogs/pai/meaning-of-dreamcatchers
Date written: 03/26/2021
TORRE DE BABEL
Busco a Paz
encontro confusão,
isto é verdade
na Babel da religião.
Raça, tribo, nação
em todo planeta,
línguas em confusão,
paz não aceita.
Deus, O grande Eu sou,
Pai da humanidade,
Não da religião,
quer a Sua Verdade.
Por caminhos toscos,
caminha o homem,
em tudo insensato,
como um Totem.
Rejeita Deus em sua soberania,
Tem mais valor sua religião,
A de outrem diz valer nada,
Só a sua Deus dá aprovação.
Cria ídolos mudos surdos,
estátuas estáticas que adora,
de gesso puro,
e diz que a Deus fala.
De Deus somos,
imagem e semelhança,
com ele direto falamos
Cristo é nossa fiança.
Deus o Todo Poderoso,
É o Grande eu Sou,
o Incriado.
O que a tudo criou.
Torre de Babel,
o homem confunde e se confunde,
destila fel,
quando religião defende.
a verdadeira religião
é com Deus estar,
ter o próximo no coração,
somente ao Pai adorar.
Arbitrar e conciliar,
não esquecer o órfão,
a viúva apoiar
a paz levar.
não se aliar a corrupção
oferecida pelo mundo,
levar sempre no coração,
a paz do Todo Poderoso.
José Carlos Pereira
Francisco Morato, 20 de Novembro de 2017
São Paulo Brasil.
A peg of wine at night
By nine lessens my
Pain and makes
Me sleep
Until
E
A
R
L
Y
Sunshine.
its a day to play
home stay
mabe aday off
lover in the loft
its ease tention pai
its
LOVER AND THE RAIN
I
live
for
the
moments
where
I
am
happy
for
no rea son at all
Jus t
a
big s mil e is pai n ted acr oss my lips
in
a
room
full
o f wha t a p p ea rs to be soulless people
I live for the
moments when
everyth ing is silent and beautiful
and this joy just blossoms in my heart making me feel
warmth and the pulsating beat through my viens showing me
i a m truly alive and that
every thing is good
and i a m happy
do
y ou f ee l t h e l if e of m e
the playful
spir
it
come
outsid e
and play
l i ke w h en we were kids
and
catch me
if
you can
i'll be gone for half the day
o r
w e
c a n climb
trees
until we reach
the top
where
do
you remeb er that song
from way back when
james and laura k i s s i n g first comes love.. then comes marriage
you
better start
K I SS IN G ME!!!
at the top
We scream
because
we are so far from land
and you'
ll hold my hand
and we'll
laugh
until
our si des ach e
won't you
b e
ha p py
in
this
mome nt
for go od ness sak es
with me
its
to precious to
witness
singularly
Ajit Pai and his Council of Discord
Are nothing, but dark-hearted crooks
Appealing our Net neutrality
That keeps the internet open
For everyone to live happily
Made a grave mistake.
With all petitions signed
Protests around the country
People raising their voices
To blogs, vlogs, art, poetry
To tweets and awareness
Around our dear internet.
It's time for us the people
To rise up against the corrupted
Show them what happens to them
When they take away our rights
The final straw on the camel's back
Time to come together to fight as one.
From across the Country
From New York City to California
From our neighboring countries
Who have their own Internet laws
Their own Net freedoms
We reach out our hands for their help
To save our very way of life.
Before or After Net Neutrality
We lived in harmony with free internet
THat's shaped our world over the years
Since it's birth in the early 70s/80s
Today it is a vital part of the ecosystem
Our source of knowledge and connection.
Everyone relies on the open internet
To start their businesses and apps
To express themselves with art and literature
To play apps and games to creating new mix music
A way for us to connect to loved ones from afar
Our source of research when we got work to do.
It's time for the world to open their eyes
Open your eyes to the truth of our corrupted system
The FCC and Trump want to control everything
We hold dear so we must fight back
Were not bowing to corruption
We'll rise for our freedom.
It's time we come together as one
Uphold justice and freedom
To bring back order
Save our country
From the darkness
Let's repeal the FCC.
Repeal the FCC
Take them down
Turn the vote around
Pass the bill to save the net
So let's come together
To repeal the FCC.