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I fell asleep one dreary day
I lost my will, I lost my way
I ran from all I ever knew
And feared the call I was supposed to pursue.
I drank from wells set on fire
And filled my voids with unholy desires.
I dressed the part to play the role
And slowly began to lose my soul.
But, when your down and
Shadows grow
And you finally have nowhere else to go
The only way to rise again
Is from the power of an eternal friend.
Many leave when you’re at your worst
When your hearts so heavy, it’s about to burst
Many claim so many titles
Their efforts are futile and their time is idle
Their promises bleed through the incisions
For they can’t possibly understand the mission.
Battles have been the hardest at times
And memories have played with my mind
But, I keep marching like any good solider would
Even though most of the time I am misunderstood.
I keep on fighting the forces and the fears,
Knowing one day he will wipe away every tear.
I keep on giving it my best even when it’s not enough
For only one holds my heart when the waves get too rough.
I keep on believing that one magnificent day
I will see true glory wash away my yesterdays
I keep on believing that one marvelous day,
I will see the gates of my destiny enrapture my today.
By: Sabina Nicole
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8MILE8MILE . . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where
I go I see them same old hoes
BRING DA BEAT c’mon, c’mon, c’mon HERE WE GO
YEA YEA YEA
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know
rose blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE, YEA YEA YEA
She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she
blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE YEA YEA YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ
UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP, C’MON UP, C’MON UP
YEA YEA YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes, UH YEA UH YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
YEA YEA YEA I’M OUT
OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD
8MILE8MILE . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
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Math, physics, English, and so on--
alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on
with a prime axiom.
A stuffy, college campus where
knowledge and books abound,
freshmen and co-eds are clueless
and confused all around.
Mid-terms and finals I do dread
as each semester ends;
the pressure's on me to study
as the semester wends.
School's oppressive this semester,
I'll see my old provost
and leave 'ere I rot and fester
to take up a new post.
William & Mary's M.B.A.'s
are just worthless BS;
degrees from the home of “The Tribe”
are crap that obsolesce.
I'll do rhymes as “Poet's Delight”
as poems are my forté--
not tomes or stuffy scholastics:
ballads are my métier!
1.) poembender; 2.) Philosophical motif; 3.) for "Impress me III ! (Old / New)" Contest
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014
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Walk with me,
Don't...SHOOT,
cuz I don't wanna die young,
I wanna grow old and have
a daughter or a son, or maybe both,
to live a full life is my hope,
but the bullets in your gun
are a noose around my throat.
Don't....SHOOT,
I promise you I wanna LIVE,
I wanna show the world everything I have to give
and it's a lot, and yea I might smoke a little pot,
but so Bill Clinton and HE didn't get shot.
Don't....SHOOT,
I got plans for my future,
that don't include a cop saying
stop and let me shoot ya
Don't....SHOOT,
my hands are clearly in the air
I start school next week and I wanna
make it there.
But you..... SHOT,
and let me die in the streets,
now my people want answers
No justice no peace.
Copyright © Cairo Asikari | Year Posted 2014
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Just when I thought you knew me well
You're bothered by what circulates and surely I can tell
I know you heard about Georgia peach, i.e. Ashley
I know you feel like my past girls are still mad me for...
I see you couldn't finish your statement
I'm hard to satisfy and I'm never complacent
And by the time I find myself comfortable enough
There's a break up that follows, the recovery is tough but...
You think I'm ringing their phones
You think I'm owning a throne
You think since all these people love me that I'm never alone
You think that I'm not over her
We're cool, but I don't talk to her
You think that I love starting over and my past is a blur
You think... Ugh... You think that we could be something
You judge me when I say my feelings are nothing
I hate what this is becoming
Blinded by your thoughts, I can't figure your perception
How you love me so? You dismiss important questions.
Copyright © Xavier Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Bust to the extreme
And collide with your foes
Be ruthless and heartless
When smash on them hoes
Leave no stone unturned
When your searching for a "snatch"
Always be ready
To smash that ass
Cause they sneaky as ****
Waiting patiently for you to slip
Or get down on your luck
Then you looked surprised
When your ass gets stuck
Like how could this happen
How could this be
They said they would have my back
Always
Always and tomorrow
Are two in the same
Cause when you wake up tomorrow
Its today
And always is cool
Till it comes time for change
And that's all I'm gonna say
You seek fortune
And you seek fame
Then your a prime target
For them bogus lames
And trifling dames
That try to get at you in the beginning
So they can snatch your change
When you do make a name
Its all the same
Every mother****ing day
But u *****es ain't slick
Cause you all look fake
Like a ***** with teary eyes
You know she got raped
And took against her will
Just cause some ***** ass punk
Needed a thrill
Well meet your maker
I got a deal
Cause sent down in my presence
And your soul will get drilled
Chilled and chopped up
And diced up into a meal
For the dogs to eat
Now am I keeping it real
Or just real ill
My fates already been sealed
You silly bastard
I'm on the chopping block
And all you hear is my laughter
Before and after
The rapture
*****!
Copyright © Justin Waddle | Year Posted 2013
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How a Bill Becomes Law
Democratic process, that’s how it goes
More like pimps puttin’ out cigarettes
On their hapless ho’s
If you don’t vote, don’t complain about the result
You have heard, no doubt, that jive-ass insult
Think you got more choice than Pepsi versus Coke?
Then pass me that pipe, ‘cuz I too want a toke
Maybe I can just drink my way out of this mess
Got my Freedom of Choice, where more equals less
Pilsner, ale, lager, stout, by all means take your pick
Cooler door’s open, better grab somethin’ quick
How a Crispy Stack of Bills Becomes Law
Corporate lobbyist shills, they write every word
Then it goes to committee
Puppet show of the absurd
They feed you Scorn Flakes by the heapin’ bowl
Fixin’ to microchip you and short sell your soul
Judas goats lead the Sheeple down the path to mutton
They can bleat all they want, but that won't do nothin'
I elect two tall boys and appoint a sad-ass sack of Doritos
Magazine headline pushin’ vaccines in mosquitoes
They gonna mainline you with junk, if you like it or not
I slap a sweaty twenty on the counter, cuz that's all I got
How a Hundred-Dollar Bill Becomes Law
Without ever bein’ read, it goes to a vote
Gets ramrodded through the House
By some bought 'n' paid-for turncoat
What’s one more sellout, another Big Lie?
Small price to pay for the best system money can buy
Kickbacks for politicians handed off in the park
Blown on five-grand hookers turnin’ tricks in the dark
I see the Jackpot’s over two hundred million again
To not take a chance would be a jackass sin
All you need is a little bit of luck, says the CGI midget
So I circle five numbers, plus a Powerball digit
How Swill Becomes Law
At last, it gets signed or vetoed
If it don’t serve its paymasters
It’s long since been torpedoed
Dollar and a Dream, keep clutchin' that ticket
Forget the long odds, math’s a real sticky wicket
If I win it all, I’m gonna take the lump sum
Go lie on the beach, sippin' daiquiris and rum
I whisk my gewgaws back up to my apt
Crack a cold one, watch the news, my attention quite rapt
Flickerin' pixels put the RGB hex on me
Alpha-state so soothin' that I finally can see
Disregard what I was sayin', so bitter and snide
Talkin' head pundits set my paranoid delusions aside
Quiet on the set--stop shovellin’ chips in your maw
Some sexed-up strumpet’s splainin’ me...
...how a bill becomes law
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For Contest: Political Ordeal
Sponsored by: C.T.
Written: March 11, 2016
Copyright © Brian McClain | Year Posted 2016
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Who else, if not a friend,
turns up to rap and rend?
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
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You're the reason I love this music,
You're the reason I joined the movement.
Five shots in one night,
Sweat after a big fight,
We're just living life.
The stage is on fire, these folks love it,
My memory is a playlist -- filled with your hits,
My heart is a drum beating to when you say things.
You're the reason I love this,
You're the reason behind your lyrics,
You're the reason I appreciate
The wonderful moments your videos create.
I was floating on misery, until you caught me,
I was filled with envy, until I became me.
You taught to see the light,
You're the reason there's a bright in my nights.
You're reason I came here to write this,
You're the reason I follow the club scenes.
You're the reason the microphone is a song on it's own,
You're the reason I held to my own.
You inspired the kid,
Now I'm going to inspire some kids.
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** A Rap Inspired by
and Dedicated to
South African rap artist
ReasonHD**
Copyright © Mamelodi Marakalala | Year Posted 2015
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Old ideas, more like character defects--
no way to pay bills or get paychecks.
Mind-aching explosion,
put up the road blocks,
ticking like a time bomb or a grandfather clock.
Time's up, make a decision,
something you can live with--
space just to breathe and enough room to pivot.
Exquisite provisions--
invaded by religion.
Predicaments that can change one's whole way of livin'.
Conditions,
they can make you
or absolutely break you.
Be wise with the lifestyle and morals that you take to.
Make haste not to
delay the truth inside the prelude
and maybe one day you
will finally have a breakthrough.
Copyright © K. Patrick Schaffer | Year Posted 2014
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(Meant to be read fast like rapping)
I’m trying to place all your beauty and grace
And to chase and embrace every memory that ever was
Hunting past ghosts and old posts and love notes to see if anything can jolt this mind of mine
But it’s gonna be a while in denial till your smile turns the dial and resets this heart of mine
And it’s gonna take time to remind the divine to align the design inside this soul of mine
The fact of the matter is
I’m back and I’m better
Like a post script letter
And I promise I will never fetter
I wish you could comprehend the twists and bends this journey sends me on
I wish you could see the glee inside of me that frees the seas and shakes my knees
I want you to hold my heart that beats in part and won’t depart from next to you
Stay close
Don’t go
Wait a little longer and I swear I’ll have the flow
Come step
Inside
Let me show you why this is love I can’t deny
In time
You find
Every little thing I did had you in mind
Copyright © Alexander Klein | Year Posted 2015
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Renegades Foreva!
Renegade teenage rage babes
thinkin’ they all grown, all knowin’
when they seedlin’s barely sown
bleedin’ teenage angst with teenage crankst
always rhymin’ and mis-timin’ some poetry-crimin’
mis-mashin', diss-bashin'
word-clashin' song
heard on some half-sappy, sex-happy,
yap-rap, smack-attack vid
made by some brotha who’s just anotha
angry angst-ridden
wannabe gangsta kid
With a street beat
they be hummin’ or singin’ along
repeatin’ the deceit
not knowin’ curse verses
are just plain wrong and mostly maligin’
while grownups in earshot
takin’ all them swearshots
wishin’ them words had sweeter rhymin’
or that kids be more discreet
would take their claptrap,
no-class, crass-crack lyrics
and just tweet ‘em or mime ‘em
But if ‘dults could go back, meet themselves
when they was punk teens
fittin’ into pre-shrunk his or her hunk jeans
listenin’, partyin’ to poppin’ rockin’
unusual musical junk boy band scenes
and lettin’ out star-struck
super-charged
groanal hormonal
no-one-could-understand gland screams
then they’d be amused ya know,
might change their views ya know
cause remind ‘em not so pristine
when child and ‘dult they was in-between
Kids always lookin’ to find
who they are and who they be
imprisoned involuntarily
in their youthful penitentiary
no matter what century they be from you see
So if thinkin’ rap sucks cause
it’s just no-class hurls and low-class slurs
then fire-up that flux capacitor of yours,
head back to yo’ past and meet yo’ younger him or hers
see your own rebelling mis-teen-stakes
then rapping notions you might reshape
or rapping judgments remake
or least maybe now tolerate new-age teenage
rapping outbreaks and in-yo-face ear-quakes
realizin’ that come whateva or wheneva
that all teens now, before an’ where-eva
will evamore and eva be
natural renegades foreva!
© 2014 all rights reserved
Copyright © Andy Richards | Year Posted 2014
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How long will it take for you to see
Life is just an illusion, it’s gonna pass eventually
The flesh is just a lie
Eventually you’re gonna die
But your soul will live on
Rejoice in this don’t mourn
God made you to die
It’s why you were born
Last night GOD spoke to me
Your pain will end soon, so brother don’t worry
This world will soon pass
None of this is gonna last
But the word of GOD will live on
From the dusk till the dawn, on, on and on
He said pity the living, not the dead
I replied back to him
I meant no disrespect and this is what I said
Imma hold my head high and do my part until the end
So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Sister and brothers on streets
Instead of helping them get on their feats
We’re worrying about ourselves
It’s an endless cycle
man’s just looking out for himself
It seems clear to me
That nobody is free
Rich, white, black or poor you’re all the same to me
Trapped in a prison ruled by money
Don’t you think it’s funny
Endless numbers and papers rules us
We’ll never be happy
It’s not a mystery
The world is falling apart
I want it to end already, when will it start
Until then I guess I’m going to do my part
So while you’re here just make this life easy
So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
This poem is inspired by Tupac's Life Goes On.
Copyright © Tilahun Taye | Year Posted 2014
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I aint got no money and I'm goin' down fast
My heads in the toilet and my life's in the trash
I wish I had a penny for every bad thought
I wish I could steal without gettin' caught
Wanna be able to buy my own smokes
I'm tired of "shorts" and two hit tokes
Don't wanna be a rich man don't wanna be a star
Don't need my own plane just wanna have a car
The beat goes on but the beat don't pay
I'm cryin' all night I'm tryin' all day
I dream and I wish I kneel and I pray
I know I gotta reason
Just gotta find a way
Copyright © steve fecser | Year Posted 2016
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Tune into my mind/
Tune into my mind and get stabbed to life/
Jawbones knife attacking words/
Please alter my mind/
I am that programmed station/
Possessed to pose in possession of your mind/
Missions transmitted in metres between ears and time chasers/
Tune into my mind and stay blessed with all the metaphoric answers/
Frequency freaking hearts that taste no words instantly/
My radio is more than your language/
Tune into my mind/
I ask you to please my pleasing dreams please/
Tune into my mind/
I see poetry in your homeless face and chemistry/
With blinded motives
I smell signals in punch lines before your empty tummy fights/
Breath my waves/
Snooze my poetry/
In your sleep please squeeze my radio/
Let me sleep your dreams in afternoon drives/
Caves transporting words that change strive/
Scratchy ears get tickled
Tune into my mind/
And smile/
Please/
Tune into my mind/
And dance to the beats of my creativity/
Receive end distance relationship with me/
Strip naked my heart existence/
I speak of permissions/
Granting permissions to speak visual emissions/
With no jurisdictions/
Court judges judging restrictions/
Hold up/
That’s your life in a sentence/
Gone in 60 seconds essence/
I speak of you in my right hand/
Tilt next to my time/
Please live your waves let me tune into your mind/
Jawbones/
Knife attack my words/
My bones serve tissues for your teary facial expressive words/
Let me adjust into your intelligence/
While i recall my callings and evidences/
Seventy-nine twelve twenty-seven feels like ages/
Let me feel your presence/
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2014
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You live to love,
When you love to give.
That life you never had
Like forever, had no wealth.
Still had a hand to help.
All I have is
dreams for myself
grand plans for world
and words to rhyme with strength.
The world will change,
it depends on range
of rage or love we raise.
Well thats a phase of world,
where we stay
some for months, some for days
or its a game we play
and score to glee.
All above,
We live to love
and we need to give.
Copyright © rahul bhatia | Year Posted 2016
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In my hand an empty pack of camel crushes... I smoked them all.
All the pacing from the stress has beat the pavement raw.
Anger from the moments of my son I never saw.
I'm so gone.
Because I've been holding it in for way too long.
And hashtag to my haters,I will spray you all away if you try to stop me from getting my hustle on.
And I'm not Kirsten Dunst but suckas bring it on.
I'm praying that the whole world pays attention to this song.
See snow the product did it first, but see this best it spoke to me.
And said "you could write a story on how rough your life could be.
And with every verse you spit, more haters get frikazied.
That's when motivation kicked in and I began to believe.
I'll show the population that my ryhmes are mega rad.
And show the child courts I can be a good dad.
And make for certain that I get to make my baby mama mad.
Because every brother out of Gary really ain't bad.
Determined dad.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2015
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Impulsive or compulsive
Either way it's not conducive
Living with this disorder
Can't be good for my liver
Obsessions, when do they stop?
Compulsions, when do I stop?
Let me illustrate and reiterate
My demons make me infuriated
To the point, man, I really want to escape this
Live everyday like your last?
These hours go by fast
Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past
Always with the imagery and self coping insanity
That broke me and continues to break me.
Another day, no not another day
I just got out, please let me stay away.
Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016
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Your love is real
the love you feel.
Your love is great
the love you make.
Your records are on fire
its your desire.
Take me out tonight
and go wild and crazy,
or be fat and lazy.
So I played some Doors
and saw some whores.
So I said goodbye
and they all must die, fool.
So dig my guts
and eat my brain
and then go insane.
I don't
Care I love it
so forget it, Punk!
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015
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The Girl with the Brand New Toothbrush
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For the girl with the brand new toothbrush
Waiting on a one night stand
We didn’t have to tell the Truth much
Didn’t make many plans
Got right down to the good stuff
Fulfilled exchanged demands
Till the next day at constant play of bouncing batter ram
For the girl with the Colgate toothbrush
The one I’ll never use again
No one had to introduce us
I never had to meet your friends
Never got ugly and ruthless
Never threw you out again
One time one day wonderful lay
So glad I’ve been your man
#in away at her newness
Working a wiggle in
Willy was well made to do this
willing do it again
Wasn’t constrained by rudeness
wasn’t ever worried bout them
But like a werewolf Willy went wild with the moon just whaling at a womb till ten
This song goes out to the toothbrush
A hard body put in her bin
Only an angel’d do thus
serendipity sin
Rampant replicant, Rembrant
Pant participant now
Insignificant remnant
of magnificent meow
(Well spent sycophant content
“What a wonderful! WOW”
Wham went impotent, wham went
Whamin through that some how)
Dawn sent immigrant intent
Brushing our teeth and chow
Last philanderant indent
On MAGNIFICENT MEeeeeOW
Copyright © Dan Short | Year Posted 2016
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11/17/16
He did not hit no home run, it was a grounder
How many cabinets or counters
Have some sort of white powder
Many meals cooked with flour
Familiar with the Two Towers
As well as Wario and Bowser
Head up, regardless of any times being dour
Nagivating around sharp objects that could be eye gougers
In certain waters, swim flounder
Certain individuals working as a bouncer
Or with web browsers
And many more, but I'm not going to name them all like an announcer
Some just want the money and power
She wanted exotic flowers
And a dog that was a schnauzer
Objects being restored and scoured
On a planet with unexplained mysteries and strange encounters
There is so much you can do in twenty four hours
See for yourself unless you want to be a doubter
This place by the ocean has some of the best chowder
Classic like "Wallace and Grommit in the wrong trousers"
Nocturnal hunters and night prowlers
Wolves are quite the growlers and howlers
By black holes matter being devoured
That which does not can ouster
I always like rain and thunder showers
Girl, of you I could not be prouder
I'll buy, now let's go get some sweet and sour
By: Dalton Ogletree
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2/8/17
Straight, curvy and bumpy roads
Some with cones
All across the globe
Tools made of stones and from bones
Got to stay in the zone
Wherever I may roam and rove
Certain boards bowed
And automobiles had to be towed
Money being owed
And loaned
Waters with or without foam
And lawns that do or don't have gnomes
Regardless of if the grass was or wasn't mowed
Above and below
Where waters flow
By way of the crow
Or as it was written in an ancient tome
In areas with buffalo
Troves hidden in coves
And groves
And other places unknown
Every since way long ago
Time has shown
Tasks done alone
And on one's own
Experiments involving clones
And surveillance done with drones
Faraway and nearby home
And any other abode
Hung up the phone
If it wasn't about money, then quickly came the dialtone
Due to the weather events getting postponed
Skills and wisdom are important to hone
Whether you're full of estrogen or testosterone
Coagulated blood was found on a robe
While it snowed
The full moon glowed
Near the motherlode
Located at a node
Time seemingly sped up or slowed
Objects getting thrown away and sewed
Meanwhile the population continued to explode
In and out of areas that did or didn't errode
Old and new episodes
Information and emergency calls being radioed
Items made with many materials, sometimes chrome
Or silicone
Stadiums with or without a dome
Capable of being able to fully close
Within and beyond areas that have or haven't been combed
Better stay on your toes
Continuing to row
As the wind does or doesn't blow
Effects ripple and domino
Despite if you have or haven't chose
Because that's how life goes
Stay sharp and composed
By: Dalton Ogletree
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7/27/16
Who am I to kid?
Live
Don't fib
At times I sinned
All I did
Could not be forgived
Near and far from waters with squid
And other life having fins
A shot straight to the ribs
Burnt a bridge
Because my heart was colder than a fridge
And I was tired of people being glib
While out in the fringe
Never once touched a syringe
Because it is something I forbid
Always grew up kind of off the grid
Amid
A ridge
To be truthful I became unhinged
And started to daily binge
Which didn't help any kin
Or my chances of being able to win
No you weren't in my skin
And have no idea of where I've been
As the planet continues to spin
I don't know where to really begin
Which is why I'll continue to swim
And hit the gym
Before I slid
Back to the crib
I followed through on a whim
In the wind
Then heard the sound of a violin
After all it was no longer grim
By: Dalton Ogletree
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9/15/16
Across the lands and shores
Plants and spores
So much life in different shapes and forms
Many storms cold or warm
Always been an omnivore
So I eat vegetables like corn
And meats like albacore and boar
I don't care about the odds on the board
It's about so much more
And not just the reward
I'll continue to row without an oar
Near and far from the seafloor
As well as any trees such as sycamore
One up the highest score
And maintain a good rapport
I've always had an interest in lore
Minerals and ores
I'm not rich or technically poor
Worse than any apple, some people rotten to the core
Such foolish things people support
And over such petty stuff people go to war
Still there are areas on this Earth that have yet to be explored
And possible fossils of new dinosaurs
Looking up at the full moon shining beyond so many other orbs
By: Dalton Ogletree
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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5/12/17
Very few like I
You either tell the truth or lie
It was do or die
So why go by suicide
When you could either keep or lose your life
During daylight or through the night
First the sun then the moon would rise
Above and below sewage pipes
Filled with human poop and flies
Somewhere around two forty five
Girl gave me a chance, so I showed her that I can scuba dive
It was now voodoo time
Never again want to hear you boohoo and whine
Up and down hills, the tires continuing to move and slide
While I cruise and drive
Get out the glue and try
You'll find out in the end who is right
By: Dalton Ogletree
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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