I'm sick of being wrong,
and you're being right
in your sick convictions
and your perversions
that are so longing,
for my so called attention,
sucking up to the moderators
with lies and exaggerations
of your coked up stories.
I have better things
than your obsessions,
I would never hurt children
and passion is your obscenely
of your falsified pretensions,
Have I ever been arrested?
I raised as a modern day poet
so admit this is about jealousy.....
Categories:
coked, introspection, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
coked with deep depression, in prayer
alone, I’m stuck in this body
feverish and weak in their chair
they mope, though everybody
around doesn’t seem too much care
8/18/2024
Categories:
coked, feelings,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
You came for me.
You hunted me, and pounced in the dark.
I couldn't have known.
It began on a starry night.
With coked up, drunken friends
on the couch watching cartoons
It began with a laugh
and a gleam in your eyes.
With a joint, some shattered glass
and a kiss on a bleeding hand.
It began with words
spoken until dawn.
With lightning coursing in my veins.
I trembled at your wonderful madness.
It began with a confession
and a hint of hope.
With a promise of someday
and an impatient desire for now.
It grew to finding refuge
and trading sleep to be one.
You touched. I ignited.
You kissed, and I surrendered.
You pulled me close, the beast awoke,
howling to be let out
I'm in the lion's den
No regrets. No tears.
You prowl my soul, always.
I am raining fire
and I will forever burn to stay
6 November 2019
Categories:
coked, dark, desire, freedom, love,
Form: Free verse
Dig up running honeysuckle
It seems to resist demise
Wraps its long slender arms around
The Clematis my prize
It has coked out the lilies fair
Left little space for bulbs
Why birds did you use that space
To defecate a tub
Those seeds digested prolific
Honeysuckle runs wild
No place for something aggressive
In my garden so mild
Categories:
coked, nature,
Form: Rhyme
au teur…
(apropos spike)
stage two
act three
enters
you:
action g!
just dead bodies
in the bloody streets
over which we marched our feet
trying but failing to stop the follies
the unjust cannot
give up justice
a birthright
stolen from the dead:
coked
chocked
shot
yet
from sea to shinning sea
we’re still here
transcending
ever to be free
our seeds unending
and immune to all imposed fear
ok
now got to do the right thing
through any means necessary
higher learning reigns
people are now ready
we’re rocking steady
plymouth rock is gone
and we’re claiming our own
floating and stinging
freedom ringing:
that’s a rap!
no more crap!
Categories:
coked, allegory, analogy, black african
Form: Free verse
Sorry for leaving you at the bar
I lied and said I forgot something in my car
But the stuff you say when you're coked
Makes me look and feel like a joke
You're a grown man and know what you're doing
Always saying you know me through and
Through all the years I'll finally admit
I'm still a child who throws passive fits
We need to just leave 'cause I just can't take it
Countless nights where I just couldn't fake it
I've got to say this, oh god, I have to
This time I'll lay it all out in front of you
I can't love you anymore and no there's not
Someone else 'cause I know that's what you thought
At first but I've gotta stay righteous
And for the next one in line, I've already learned from us
So he and I will be fine and I'll think back on you
I'll remember the little things I'd do
Just to keep us standing on our jagged edge
And I'd eaten every word you have fed
Me and take it into mind to never fall
For a badfish 'cause their minds are too small
They're easy to catch when you've got so much bait
They'll love you but make you wait and wait and wait
and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait..
Categories:
coked, girlfriend-boyfriendlove, me,
Form: Lyric