Yo chickens coming home to roost bitches
While you went south stealing their riches
One hundred years you plundered
While putting South America asunder
Copper Silver and Gold
Polluting the land while you stole
Aluminum and Iron Ore
Thousands of death if you re keeping score
Now the poverty is wrecking havoc on their society
While you scorn their misery
Crying about the cost of feeding the immigrant
The ugly American his bullying rant
Yes the chicken are come home my friend
That's the cost of thievery in the end
"SHE TOLD ME WHAT SHE
WANTED WITHOUT THE HEAD GAME"
I poured myself a drink.
I lit my cigar and hit the machine.
after I finished with the poem,
I sent it over to Janine.
she read it and was direct:
“I feel like I should be in a lot
more of your poems.”
I pulled the last poem from the
typer and wrote about her.
she makes me think of all the
lovers I’ve had.
had they just told me what they
wanted, the bull-!@#$ would’ve been
less than it was.
it isn’t hard to figure out:
tell Eddie what you want and you’ll
get it.
leave that “guess the emotion,”
game for the immature.
to all the ladies of my past,
to all the women of my past,
to all the bitches of my past,
to all the whores of my past,
learn from Janine.
she accomplished what every whore
has failed at:
communication.
I would call up every female
from my past but would they
understand?
I think you know the answer.
By: Chicano Eddie
"BIRTH WASN'T A MISTAKE"
back on my own.
the way it should be.
the only way it can be.
enough women.
enough whores.
enough bitches.
no food.
hope that pops in and
out like a jack-in-the-box.
walking the path,
walking my path,
I keep it moving.
I move forward.
I’ve encountered
obstacles
but I remain unstoppable.
if I’m an army by myself,
this life has made
me so.
By: Chicano Eddie
There once was a girl who dream big.
Had her head in the clouds red all
The fairy tales you could name.
One warn midnight the girl looked
Up at the silver moon lit sky.
Wondering if fairytales were true or
Just a wonderful lie.
All she ever knew was witches and bitches,
Lairs and story tellers.
There was no prince or fairy godmother.
All she felt was lost and alone.
Every midnight she sits on a step
Watching the moon and stars.
Waiting for her prince and her happily
Ever after.
“ETHIOPE RIVERSIDE”
[BY OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU]
How come
We once paddled our canoe
Along river Ethiope
And nobody saw us
Come and go
Till tides come
When sweet memories
Of Ethiope riverside
We cannot remember
Is it those delta bitches
At the river motel
It is those water baths
Where we saw people
Pulled into the river
Drowned in the river
Dive into the river
Whose waterbed you see
From the riverside
Of Ethiope river
Hence they tell
Their natives
Not to go to their river
When tis tides
To mark the annual
Drowning in the festival
Where mother Ethiope
Must swallow alive
One internet book seeker
Whose immersion is alive
While their resurrection
Is stone dead
Half breathing
Half dying
From the waveless flow
Of the waters
At Ethiope riverside.
Buster
I'm beat up like an old dog.
My name is Buster.
I think I'm 84 in your years.
I have stories that would curl your toes!
I've had good luck and bad.
I've been with lovely bitches
and bitches from hell.
I limp from a go cart incident
but I refuse to let it define me.
I've known cruelty and kindness.
I hope for a painless death
and a fair judgement in the end.
now its my turn to rock the mic
going break therough the tape of darkness in the night
like freaks in the sheets I'm going to take you higher
blowing up in a fuss of its fullest desire
many moons ago let the truth be told
rap was taking to different heights
now all those years have passed still having every reason to grasp
we are still holding our own on the phone
still I got two turn tables spinning in my head
walking dead face full with lead
Young G your to young to think back now
can't turn around when your hands on the plow
but that how we do some say we're through
yet it ain't nothing new
life is filled with kings and queens
some women are true ladies then you got those bitches that scream
out there tripping in their limosine
cruising down the alley in their sunset dream
but today is a new day got to break things down
can't get ahead when your face is in a frown
you all want me around
got hustlers that want to shake me
Dons that want to make me
Just me & Eric B and a nice full plate of fish sorry that I missed
a new opportunity just stuck inside watching Jeopardy
all of life is a party you see my name is king on the new marquee
Cool Moe B
Back in the day we used to pray
Others say it ought not be that way
Snake pit, lion's den you need someone to be your friend
Your a soldier in the army of God
Cool Moe B in the place to be
Rocking them rhymes in the land of glee
A city kid playing high on his grid
Shook the bananas pole with a tea leaf
Downtown hoods shooting dope in the back alley
Fixing with the switch homeboy got a nervous twitch
A beacon of honor in his high vested swag
Shooting pool in the patio needing a place to go
Smoking weed watch it bleed it will knock you to your knees
Brillo pads for fenders is it any wonder
The soldier in the middle playing second fiddle
Take me back to those good old days getting lost in a purple haze
Hoops dreams watch the bitches scream
Another dip of an ice cream flavor
A stereo or capper me and Eric B with a nice full plate of fish
Sorry that I missed burning this switch as we go free style
It's soon time for us "bitches" to be bound,
to our beautiful rental cottage in Owen Sound.
It certainly should be a time of having fun,
and a time only scheduled by the moon and the sun.
A time that can't be hurried or denied.
A time that is coming, as surely as the tide.
A time for laughter and joy, until the time is no more
of our weekend together, as we go away as before.
So let's start early and finish late and not fret about the time,
and enjoy each and everyone's own special rhyme.
Is it time yet,
Can't wait I bet
I love you... I love you too
For it seems life a lifetime that we were meant to be.
Thy dream has come true
Our dreams turned into days, then months, and lastly
years.
You never saw the hidden mask of secrets...due to his
or her slickness of uniqueness.
The fake smiles and silenced affections come to the
surface.
Fooling the closest of family, friends and associates;
Showing them the false illusion that this type of crushed
love would gain some type of glorious purpose.
Now only very few know the truth to your private doubts
and tears.
Smoke screens, tinted mirrors, and shady bitches hidden in the
shadows of the unseen.
Ready to pitch your dirty laundry... to the nearest king or
queen.
You know what I mean... the complete destruction of your union
and your team.
Tick, Tick, Tick your time is limited for the miserable to
strike.
Collected and exaggerated memories of untruths could unfold;
while in the middle of putting fate in the hands of what one only
knows as the truth of stone.
So while the story sounds bonded and you both continue to hold on
as a team... just know that karma may strike and reveal that...
"Everything Isn't As It Seems".
That part, gotta follow your own heart.
Living in the blind.
Living in the dark.
Looking for a fresh start.
Avoiding the narcs,
And them punk ass marks,
That's got, no heart.
Coming like a turd,
Better yet a fart.
Sprinkle the pepper by the door
For the dogs,
Coming with the barks.
Grab the gat,
Toast that ass, like some Pop tarts.
No mercy, no gravity, for bringing the salt.
One man down, then two, it's not my fault.
No time to think twice
Like a fish in a net, get caught.
Your lost.
Bitches trying to bring it.
I got something for them chickas,
Way sweeter.
Never follow the crowd,
Always been a leader.
Stepping into these hands,
*****, I'm coming with some heaters.
You gone think your nigga beat yah!
Write, erase then read yah!
"Got the salt by the door,
To keep them demons from coming in"!
"Keep them demons from coming in".
"Keep them demons from coming in".
Pepper on stand by,
"To keep them dog's from sniffing"!
"Keep them dog's from sniffing"!
"Them dog's from sniffing".
Earthly treasures drag me down
Pleasures and short term comforts
All my heart's desires
feels like i cant stand a chance
but my eyes are open wide
and getting off the way is my choice
Sitting all by myself
end times signs l see
fear of death and hell covers me with a strong shivering
noway to escape for i am so blinded
looking at these beautiful and sexy girls
walking half naked, cant vent
wish i could hold a hundred grand
to spend with haws and bitches
enjoying life dearth is coming
feels like after dearth comes cipher
with no treasures to hold
Life is supernatural, metaphysical
we all came from something
and we are going somewhere
will i stand the taste of time
with these useless short term desires
Cover me Lord
The treasures that l hold
the beaut that i posses
they are stealing my time
Lord, would you take me as i am
show me the right way to live
and make me taste the fruits of paradise
I see you, girl, with your lovely face
Your painted lips, and your fiery grace
Scorching the earth with the steps you trace
Oh how we shine, how we shine
I see you girl, with your heart undressed
By pain of joy and sorrow blessed
All glory, and all sin confessed
Oh how we love, how we love
I see you girl, with the tear in your eye
Falling like sun in the rain from the sky
I see you girl, I hear your cry
Oh how we weep, how we weep
I see you girl, we are beautiful bitches
Mischievous muses, and angelic witches
And ours is the earth and all its riches
Oh how we burn, how we burn
© Gail Foster 2016
Look out, beware!
Watch it, take care!
Don't enter that church, dumb bitches,
You'll end up right little bitches,
Depends if you get a dud,
Don't accept such crud,
It's not your accountability,
For so called men's inadequacies,
Make it his problem, not yours,
Weddings can lead to divorce,
So don't go in that church, dumb bitches!
You'll end up right little witches!
I know you are not here
Do you know who are you?
The son of this land where all your
mothers and sisters are made bitches
where all your brothers and fathers body
become numbed by whips in the rich man yards
Where the children face vanishes in
the wombs before the birth
where the tree become dead tables
You were not here,
When, religion raped the girl
castes killed the love, patriots
busy in blasting their motherlands,
when so many in the hell burning
past and present with the helepless
technology
Please come here at least now...
To see the dead bodies beside
the roads,
To see the unknown crowns
in your lands
To unite broken hearts
To dig out the rust in the minds
To sow the smell of love
in the air,
You should be here
Of course ,
"To swear to think to share
to live and to punish!!"
Ramesh H.K
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