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Were Your

He said, I don't know why you're acting like this.
Yoou trow the cornbread on thr table
and it fell to the floor. I got up and left.
you hit me with the Hoe, on purpose
again I left.
When you took the credit card
and put it back in mthe draw with
nothing one it:
I didn't say anything.
But yesterday  I went
to the Women at Beat- ah- Bytch.
And hired sum Protection.
you gonna get your honey.
They gonna get you!
Told them E'ery thang.
You don't know who you dealin wiff!
How bout that!
How do them apples grab you?
Bet not be mad cause you pregant:
I asked you if
I could do-it!
You say yes Baby!
You said Yes!
Bet-knot be!

Excepts from "Your Mean Mother" or " Une mere Phussier"
written by Vargue Howarth, New Tile press. Ny, New York.
written with permission from
 Gabby Noitall and Bet knot Mister who appears courtsey 
of Prestige and money, Fame of wealthy men Inc.
call Brime Stoney for music rights.
Brime appears courtsey of gumout tasting bbq
with watered down ketsup Music Company.
Things Fussing People say: recorded live
with permission from Fussy and Them.
From Damn fool Record Company.
Godbout Canada.....

Landon Mussel

Say so.ething nice
or say know thing at
all!
Speak when ; your spoken
to!
Shut up!
Shut your damn mouth!
What your mad huh,
I know you ain't mad
You can't be!
Get paid for doing nothing,
He'll I did all the work!
You stupid?
Are you Stupid?
I had to tell you what to
do too many times
For you to be anything
Else but stupid!
Tell you want it is!
You're dumb, try'na be
Stupid!
Be yourself and
Everything will be
Alright!

Excepts from "Be Yourself"
Ain't nothing but palm ash and
Lavender Bouis! Ain't the soap
Fragrant!
Hau the Bouis?
Hau the Bouis?

Our Government

Spends a lot of change
Making constant change
Achieves little change
Excepts no blame
Plans go up in flame
A never ending game
As the players rarely change

Dresden

Dresden

As the war was winding down
 it was decided to bomb Dresden
It had no industry and had no military target.
the bombing was vengeance
Ten thousand people were killed that night
mostly burnt to death as the attack created a firestorm.
This was murder.
The killers got medals.
With the war on the thought was a dead German
is a good German.
I think this outrage prolonged the war.
It took years before the atrocities saw the light of day,
excepts India and Kenya, few knew Britain
could be party off mass murder.
The Albinos has been revelry to many carnages and
gotten away with it.
It is time for an apology to Dresden and her people.

Racism Is a Criminally Learned Or Taught Mental Illness

 A RACIST IS REALLY "CRIMINALLY MENTALLY ILL"!!!! THE RACIST EXCEPTS "THE "MARK OF THE BEAST" AND HAS IT IN HIS OR HER FORHEAD,OR MIND WHICH IS THE SAME!!!! THE MARK OF THE BEAST "REMAINS"!!!!   WE SEE THE ONES WHO REJECT "GOD" AND JESUS CHRIST!!!!  RACISM IS A MENTAL ILLNESS AND HELPS END THE LIFE AND PROSPERITY OF THE ENEMYS OF "CHRIST"!!!!!

A Place In Time

I want to be in a place where I could wander free. A place to call my own, surrounded by tranquility. A place where I can be happy. A place, free from dreadful thoughts of misery. A place in time where I can laugh, hysterically. A place that excepts who I am, to put my mind at ease, peacefully. Instead of a mind of depression. I would never have to worry about crying, or disliking everything. A place in time to start all over again. I would never look back on my past, I would go forward, to where I want to be. In a place where I know I could be happy. A place in time, would be a life for me, So I can wander and be free, free from this insanity that is eating me. A place in time, that overtakes me. A new life, a new start, a new beginning. Far and beyond away from cruelty. in a perfect world that awaits me.

Tart Cause, Seet Effect

Sweet

Life

Life is all a blur,
the hopes, the dreams, the goals
wishes upon wishes whether real or imagined

illusions, intrusions, confusions 
love's conquered...love's lost
exhalations, miscalculations, adulations
"life is but a dream"...until it isn't 

fragments of thoughts start on lonely highways
tear stained shirts are worn on the edge of night
time capsules are buried at the end of the byways
whether decisions were wrong or right

in the blink of an eye
life rushes across the stage to hit its mark
and plays in every scene
squanders and excepts every emotion's outcry
etched in the face... until the curtain drops
and the lamplights turn dark and spent
leaving the sweat of time dripping upon the ground
left to vanish in recollected lament
of how quick it all was 


4/27/18
" life is but a dream" song row row row your boat

My Suicide

Again I slide my blade through my pale skin
Blood flows freely from my wrist 
Cuts are scattered across my body
Despair darkens my soul
Empty eyes stare back at me from the mirror 
Fear of what I am becoming wracking my body 
Gripping my arms to stop an endless flow of crimson 
Hearing sobs in the distance 
I then realize they are coming from me
Just as soon as I realize this my knees buckle
Knowing that I am broken beyond repair 
Love will never visit one as broken as me
My hands leave my wrists
Now I just let the blood flow
Once upon a time I had hope
Perhaps if I live I will again
Quietly Death is coming upon me
Rushing to comfort my broken soul
Soothing the pain from my heart and body
Taking me in his warm embrace 
Unlike the living Death gives a safety I have never felt
Very slowly a smile spreads across my face
With arms open wide Death excepts my broken soul
"Xenagogue lead me home"
"Yes child suffer no more,
Zoetic you are not"

Love Isnt Meant For Me

Is it me or is it that  love  is just not meant for me 
Is it me or is it my emotions leading me this way 
im scared that im not meant for love 

Is it cause im young what is it 
someone HELP !!!!!! 
my emotions are killing me and my future relationships if I ever get one 
no one excepts me for who I am but ........ will see

A Standing Judgement

As a critical thinker,
The size of my fist,
The information maker,
Excepts a formative list.

Tools as variety,
Simple or exhaggerated,
The persuasive society,
Populars updated.

Celeberties, actors, and fame,
A standpoint to judge,
Some will play the game,
Others push; nudge.

Each are a phase,
Like a butterflies menopause,
Honesty will engage,
Setting back grateful flaws.

BE understanding OUR KNOWLEDGE is the size of a fist.

No Heart

She's afraid.
She's scared now that they've all went away.
All she feels is emptiness in the dark,
And the only sound is her pounding heart.

Her body shudders.
Tears fall, one after another.
The silence consumes her.
With each passing moment, she becomes more unerved.

Whispers surround her like a dark veil.
No one's there to help her, her body so frail.
She panics and screams out,
But no one's there to hear her shout.

The darkness will eat her soul and heart,
All because she was left alone, falling apart.
She tries to calm down, she tries to escape,
But inside she knows she won't see the next day.

She knows now it's too late,
So she lays down and excepts her fate.
That's how they found her, lying in the dark,
And they found that inside her, there was no heart.

Free Cee There Aint No Sun Even On Sunday

THERE AIN’T NEVER NO SUN EVEN ON SUNDAY

God damn it, it’s another God damned day
Another sun sequestered in the soul of sorrow
There’s not much more for this fool to say
Excepts perhaps that I dread yet another tomorrow

I am a slave to a sun that shines not for me
And a moon who doesn’t give a damn
This seems to be some kind of god’s plot for me
For I am either Jehovah’s jester or a Christ born little lamb

A lamb who lost his sacrilegious soul decades ago
One too foolish to follow, unto blessed death, the Judas Goat
I suppose there’s not much more for you to know
Except that I can live in desperation and deprivation by rote

Oh look, here comes the sun now who finds this all a god-damned hoot
And I hate the way it tries to defend yet another damnable day
This is darkness I deserve and relating to that fact there’s no dispute
So I suppose there’s nothing else for me to say
       © 2012…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Children of God

For every child of God that struggles,
there's a love that can't hide.
Because a struggle brings out,
their faith that's inside.
When a child of God goes through struggles,
they still find love to give.
Because the struggle on the Cross,
is how we're able to live.
When a child of God is hurt,
lonely or lost.
They remember the struggle,
that was paid on the Cross.
They read words in Red,
that show them how to live.
And when a child of God is hurt,
that child learns to forgive.
When a child of God goes through life,
it may not understand.
But a child of God excepts a struggle,
because it's part of His plan.
For a child of God welcomes,
every struggle that He sends.
Because they know that a struggle,
turns into love in the end.


Dedicated to: Releigh, Ian, and Judy.



P.S. I pray for you too!

My Bestfriend

If you think you have the bestfriend,
Mine's surely got you beat.
Even stand up for me and proudly he'd defend,
You still think your's is better, well can you take the heat?

He laughs at the jokes I make,
Even when they're not that funny.
He excepts the gifts I make,
And says i'm really funny.

I love to hear him sing,
And love to see him laugh.
And when I see him I get and sudden ping,
Of joy surging down my back.

You think you have the bestfriend,
Well I think I made my point.
That mine is surely better,
And your's just has no point.

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