Closing my eyes, don't wanna see what happens next,
Hiding a secret, protecting it like its my bulletproof vest,
Eyes wide open, was aware of the situation
Left heart open, and fell into the desire of temptation
What can I expect in the results of my own actions
Since you've been gone, he's been a very adloosive distraction
Copping isn't something I can handle very well
Every time your ripped from me
I get emotionally drained and mentally put myself through hell
I can't say goodbye, everything happens for a reason,
Was lost, losing all hope then he came in my life and gave me something to believe in
I know that I crossed the line
And My emotions completely took over
And now there is no turning back
A part of me will be with him forever
The Palestine mess can now stop
By copping a real estate swap
To keep Israel great
Carve a 51st state
In Texas should Jews their roots drop
One tooth willie was a bully
At best, but that one tooth dude
Sure knew how to dress
Slick back hair with a pinkish
Suit, he was a bad dude
Even down to his pink boot
Another guy tried copping Willie's
Style, he got an ass whipping
For quit a long while
Never cop out
In order to solve a problem
one must think like a “cop”
One must go to that single donut hole
place in his gut and make a rational decision
Cop only to the human heart
Cop to the heart, body mind and soul in order
to find that through line ...
You know that a through line is also the happy medium ending place that which is absent of malice and forethought
Then "Cop" into this happy medium place where "Copping" really, really count
Asking life to meet half way,
you always lag behind
The focus on the things you lack,
not the gold you mine
All compromise and copping out,
your table left half bare
The brass ring distant and remote,
—your reach too short to dare
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
I was driving and crossed over the line
Intoxicated with lust, and half blind
You see, I was out on a date
We'd had drinks and it was getting late
I had one hand on the wheel
The other completely concealed
Lost in a fuzzy sweater
Looking for something better
She was nibbling on my ear
I was in the stratosphere
Realizing they were real
Mashed the gas copping a feel
Now to me that light looked yellow
I swear I didn't see that fellow
Just as he stepped from the curb
She grabbed my shifter, that's when I swerved
All I heard was a thump
Yeah there was a slight bump
Before I could get out of sight
In the rear view I saw blue lights
We turned in to the nearest drive
About that time she took a dive
Right when beauty saw the beast
Busted by the dream police
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
A STREET IN A BURGH CALLED THE BLUES
damn
back on the street again
the dime bag copping
ego dropping
dampened dope dreams street again
a street in a burgh called the blues baby
where wicked witchy women are on the stroll
bopping to rock and roll
as i light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
where even the sages are bores
and destitution oooozzes from the blood of us junkies, johns and f*cked up few
and what are we all trying to do
just pay our due
baby
JUST PAY OUR DUE!
(c) copy write 2012...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
damn
back on the street again
the dime bag copping
ego dropping
dampened dope dreams street again
a street in a burg called the blues baby
where wicked witchy women are on the stroll
bopping to rock and roll
as i light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
where even the sages are bores
and destitution oozes from the pores of us junkies
johns
and drunken few
and what are we all trying to do'
just pay our due baby,
JUST PAY OUR DUE
2012...free cee PHREEPOETREE
i wrote that i was lucky just the other day
yet i cant express how i feel verbally
i wish there was a cure so i can say
what my heart is deeply feeling everyday
when i get the spotlight i freeze in freight
i end up hurting you and that isnt right
i whisper how im feeling cause i know you cant hear
when the time comes my words disappears
im sorry but it seems i cant change
maybe im copping out or just plain afriad
i really do trust you but i cant seem to let go
i wish i wasnt holding back so i can tell you so
i always feel dumb when you ask me how i feel
because i say nothing when thats not how i feel
my heart starts to pound like im running in a race
you repeat your question and its like im stranded out in space
im sorry that im treating you so unfair
you deserve better and me expressing how i feel
whenever you tell me that its "cool"
more and more i feel like a fool
i wish it wasnt so hard for me
because i truly want you to truly see
that i care just as strongly for you like you care for me...
A STREET IN A BURG CALLED THE BLUES
DAMN, BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING
EGO DROPPING
DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues BA BY
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES, JOHNS AND F****D UP
FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
We’re JUST PAYING OUR DUEs, baby
JUST PAYING OUR DUE
© 2011.…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
DAMN,
BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING EGO DROPPING DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues baby~
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES,
JOHNS
AND SCREWED UP FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
JUST PAY OUR DUE BABY,
JUST PAY OUR DUE ..........................
© 2011.…Poefree
So what, I'm upset, deal with it!
If you can't, tough, get out of my face!
My reasons are none of your business!
You need to just give me my space!
Don't you dare tell me to, "just chill out"...
Or, "at least act like you're in a good mood"
Don't take it personally, I ain't mad at you
And I'm NOT copping a bad attitude!
It's just sometimes my thoughts kinda darken
And I can't shake it off, wish I could.
So the only advise I can give you
Is get away from me, THAT would be good.
And then, when I start feeling better,
Don't act like you're all upset too!
Let it go, you do NOT make me feel bad!
You just make me feel like punching you!
Yes, I call you names and yell insults,
But when mad, I can't help how I act.
I'm so happy to tell you what I think of you
And I wont even bother with tact.
Being warned, if you still want to know me,
If you think you can handle the strain,
Then just don't say that I didn't warn you,
And I do NOT want to hear you complain!
I should be writing books,
Screenplays and sitcoms
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I shouldn't be watching
Have I Got News For You
From 1999 on UK Gold
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I should be doing something
Better with my free time
Than slowly vegetating
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I shouldn't be content
With the easy answer
Instant gratification, copping out
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I really should write
Another verse in this poem
Something witty and insightful
But I won't...
It's that infernal sloth again
Sweet talk
Walk
Full of
Sugar
Not even
A cat with the
4 x 4 Chevrolet
With a V8
Grade A game
Could pull her
Unless the arrest
Was backed
By a legitimately
Vivid spirit
Handling his business on a mission of forever copping infinitive knowledge
Constantly busting and handcuffing ignorance
She's one
Of the last
From a long lost
Tribe
Grew up with
Both
Mom and a Dad
That was a good man
To a damn good wife
Lady! Lady!!
Lady!!!
Where have you been?
Tell me you'll slow down
Let me catch up
When
Your schedule allows an opening
That'll be quite
Inviting
I promise to keep the conversation light
Precise to your liking
Down to Earth
But in no way dirty
Cause lady you move me
While I'm standing still
Lady Lady
Who can turn every ghetto here into paradise
Lady- Lady-Lady
I' m foreal
Because I know I'm right
I find it so difficult to focus,
My mind is always in a haze.
I want to get something done today,
But I feel like I am trapped in a maze.
My thoughts are always wandering,
I can't focus much longer than a minute.
I want to get something done today,
But I always fall back in it.
Into the trap of my own confusion
Into the snare of my cluttered mind
I'd really like to reach for help,
But I'm afraid of what I will find.
Some people think that I am copping out,
That this is just some big excuse
I'd really like to reach for help,
But I just think "What's the use?"
I feel like there is something more,
That's waiting out there for me.
Like so much life has passed me by,
That there is still so much more to see.
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