Bridging the port
Calming wakes, defined as sport
Not needing any legal court
Only a scoreboard
Pointing which door
An Indianapolis checkered flag
Or hiking Arizona’s crags
Going in zags
Seeing single stags
Boys Fightin Illini windy gusts
Wanting a middle city bust
Girls giving USC, a nice tri
Enjoying a Final Four high
Reaching dunking heights
Friday night
Huskies have in sight
Next day another round
For the Nutmeg town
After dinner
There will be a winner
Due to an early evening rise
From southern gamecock cries
Serving gourmet steaks accompanied with eggs
Worth the beg
Two or three
Spectacle we believe
Are the attempts
Message sent
On the hardwood
By those who are good
Getting two points
Across the arena joint
But do not despair
What is fair
If your academic grades are not there
Since Huskie national championship hopes, are on the air
Who are any of us but obscenities with bouts of clarity that cloud the chaos which i need like oxygen just for a dip but to plunge i desire fire from napalm in a- bombs with mushroom clouds my pride wont function with anything less anyhow im a habitual up is how my name is pronounced not much good at what you want but good at gettin what we geek in the twilight hours for.... but wait there's more any chance you can enjoy romance an hearts dance till we realize it than we take runnin from it spend every hour fightin it but let anotha muthaer in n were fightin we need to let some light in but we dwell in a darkness more than night so maybe we can find each other at peace in the twilight u love of my life apple of daddys eye crusher of anything that feels right ruiner of any moment with all your might id treasure a few moments with you without so much as a peep but wed have to be in water over our heads no longer bubbling a lil to deep but only than can the crushing void begin to seep a leap into the abyss or yet another miss i think
FRIENDLY ADVICE
make sure you appreciate what you have whens it there.
show them there worth make em feel that you care.
love them with every ounce of your being.
even more when your fightin and disagreeing.
hold them when there hurting be a helping hand through the pain.
be there umbrella to shield em from the rain.
kiss them like it may be your last.
leave yesterdays problems behind u cuz it all can be over so fast
if you dont one day it will all be lost.
wishing ya could fix whatever the cost.
but its too late ya cant come back from the dead.
stuck with the guilt trapped in your head.
crying at night wishing for sleep.
wishing the pain wasnt ur burden to keep.
be the person you want them to be.
love them unconditionally.
words of wisdom from me to you.
but hey my opinion so do what ya do.
FRIENDLY ADVICE
make sure you appreciate what you have whens it there.
show them there worth make em feel that you care.
love them with every ounce of your being.
even more when your fightin and disagreeing.
hold them when there hurting be a helping hand through the pain.
be there umbrella to shield em from the rain.
kiss them like it may be your last.
leave yesterdays problems behind u cuz it all can be over so fast
if you dont one day it will all be lost.
wishing ya could fix the mistakes whatever the cost.
but its too late ya cant come back from the dead.
stuck with the guilt trapped in your head.
crying at night wishing for sleep.
wishing the pain wasnt ur burden to keep.
be the person you want them to be.
love them unconditionally.
words of wisdom from me to you.
but hey my opinion so do what ya do.
no one sleeps tonight
we up and be jammin
we be jammin
we gone dance the night away
hear what I say
we gonna party all night
we be dancing and grinding
tell your freinds bout this jambouisri
we gonna do the
dickie dew woop
shingle dindle dippy dew
and foo chi gruntier
and the stumble dippy too
we be dancing
dancing
all night long
ddon't get jealous
my party's better than yours
we funning
ya'll dumb and
my stuff tastier than yours
ya'll gonna be fightin
while we be grunting
and making love
ya'll crazy
I mean real crazy
ya'll jealous that
our party is better than yours.
aint nobody in love with
nobody here
we having a jamba lamba good time!
you gotta join in the struggle for the ill-gotten gains
of the movers and the shakers on the streets Wall and Main
we will take what we are due like the Sioux we'll count coup
on the heads of the masters and their double-talkin pastors
on the bankers and their chumps and the phonies on the stumps
on the bosses in their offas and the supers in the sweats
no more settlin for the scraps at the foot of the table
no more truck-wide income gaps ablin biddies to wear sable
at the time that we have won they will know that they are done
and we'll be sittin pretty like Scarface own the city
and the ones who called us chums they'll be fightin for our crumbs
wonderin how the heck that happened while they're suckin on their thumbs
(chorus)
first restitution
then redistribution
sweet retribution
if we don't stick together like those birds of a feather
we will never take our place on the seat of the throne
where who you want you can punish and the rest throw a bone
i hate to say it but it needs to be said, noone lives forever and inevitably we will all be dead. and sent to heaven or hell wutever it might be, nobody really knows but someday we will all see. and another thing this world is made of lies if its not the government its our friends changin sides pouluting the air flip floppin everywhere life aint fair nobody really cares and **** aint easy you gatta work to get somwhere. bandage up them scars and shoot for the stars and never let anyone tell you who you are . but we all wont reach the mountains peak and we all wont get all that we need. cuz its cold outside and lifes a bumpy ride even tho we try we wont find wuts on the other side. of the horizon but we keep drivin and fightin then in the deep end we start divin deep into the sea lights get dim harder to breathe in the end our peak is completly out of our reach
Before she ascended to heaven, she wrote a letter,
For the loved one's who didn't understand her struggle;
For the same ones didnt get to know her better
She was a lost sheep in a field without it's Shepard
She expressed her deepest apologies
This was an untreatable infection
It was an unspeakable inception
demons followin her, scratchin her back and bitin her ankles
Tryna cause havoc... Tryna break free..
Leavin her mind broken and her thoughts scattered
She was Bruise and battered, but you couldn't see the damage,
Cuz it's bandaged,
stitched up,
leave the needle hangin
Off of a cliff,
But she lost grip, she lost it, it wasn't fun, it was costly
She had nowhere to run,she was enticed by a false prophecy
Blockin' these cravings is not an option please believe me
Please believe her, she was sorry,
for all the fightin,
And a monstrous
Philosophy had her immodestly poppin' these roxy's.
And she's on 'em and she's got 'em and she won't stop 'em!
And now that she's gone, everyone wants to carry on
And Move on... But She's done,
So They've been done...
I used 2 think I know what I wanted out of my confused soul/
I want not what I have ,I want what I never had/
I want my time 2 stop, yet it still continues 2 go/
I strive 2 be good but almost always end up in the bad/
Livin in this American Struggle I was once happy, now seems like Im forever sad/
Im a man of values and peace but find myself in corruptness and fights/
In prison I had many dark days and very few bright nights/
No matter how wrong I was I am still 100% right/
Im searchin for inner peace but find myself so self-conflicted/
I want this but rather have that, Im so self-contradicted/
I find my heart fightin lovely thingz my soul so badly hated/
I want 2 be normal but find my talents by so many overrated/
I find it so easy 2 forsake that I rarely myself ever forgive/
My mind wants 2 die while my heart still wants to live/
I want to be recognized that I go unnoticed and lose track of the real me/
So I came 2 a concept of appreciating the fact that Im now free/
Now I just want to kick back an be me....
Take time
Don't lose yourself today, no
Make time
to let yourself slip away, now
And everyday that I follow
I try to realize
I'm doing what I have to
just to try to get by
And everyday that I swallow
another ounce of pride
I come home to my doorstep
And go back to my life
And everyday, everyday
It's night time
So go drink words with all your friends yeah
It's a great time
for you to show love to the world yeah
It's no use crying or throwing your tantrums
The ladies want a nice gentleman who looks handsome
Put a feather in your cap, step back
tilt your bottle back, love your bartender
Remember that.
There's no time for fightin
or cell phone drama, there's only time for lovin one another
If you agree throw your drink up with me
Here's a toast to tonight
when everything went right.
And everyday that I follow
I try to realize
I'm doing what I have to
just to try to get by
And everyday that I swallow
another ounce of pride
I come home to my doorstep
And go back to my life
And everyday, everyday.
Copyright © 2011
a pen and a pad is how it began
my life submerged onto some paper
as my soul bled thru black ink
not knowing of what to do or to think
it was as if my hand had a mind of its own
as if something in me had been unleashed
soon i stopped fightin and let go
and my ink spoke words that i didnt even kno
it screamed louder than i ever spoke
once a silent storm but now an earthquake
it was amazing to me how many people actually felt the earth shake
didnt know if i was jus speaking poetically or poetically speaking
theres a difference i know now
cause i realized after the breath i took after that first ink was done
that that previous battle of finding myself
just was won
what's goin on here
yeah yo hot momma and yo soul sistah
fightin and freakin
smilin then pic-pac-pic-pac wrestlin
and you makin me go go go
to start another smokin show,
c'mon lousy dudes
bombin away from all the swoosh
stinkin candy messin down usher soup
if ya ain't in the groove, go darn losers..move!
better hip it up sloppy studs
ya , ya wazzup, monster burpin blobs
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( geez...i'll understand if you want to clobber me... lol!)
...for PD's hilarious " my worst poem ever"
and #1 poem contest
Not ur ordinary soldier,they battle a war they know will never b over.
No army fatigue,juz baggy jeans n a tee.Hustlin in da streets tryin
2 make ends meat,fightin 2 survive so they can provide 4 they families.
Makin money illegaly cuz da government won't hire them legaly.
They have no choice but 2 turn 2 da streets.Street soldiers is wat they r.
They fight n strive juz 2 stay alive.Every street has they own army,soldiers
ready 2 die cuz they know how they live juz ain't right.Dodgin bullets n
sellin drugs,they go home 2 they loved ones n pray 2 da man above.
They have no choice cuz where we from,we have no voice.They will
never know about the talented young souls till they 6ft under,alone n cold.
R.I.P. 2 all da fallen hood soldiers....
we never planned this,
we never tried.
ur a sister, my sister;
and i still ask y.
all the fightin & noise
and pullin hair,
ur a sister, my sister;
and its just not fair.
we r sisters & sometimes
i regret it
yet bcuz of u,
i will never 4get it!
but ...
through our ups & our downs,
this much is true:
ur a sister, my sister;
and i still love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEDICATED TO MY SISTER ADRIANNA CASTANEDA THAT I LUV SO MUCH
Ppl aroun my age disgust me
All dey kno is $, guns, appearance & Frontin
Fightin, wolfn & cussn
Outside w/no house trainin like dey mama aint tawt em nun
Dey jus show dey butts 2 c who lookin
& neva think bout da outcome, dats y so many lives r tooken
Ppl aroundmy age luv frontn
talkn bout dey getn $ & dey got haters wen dey aint got nun
not even that lil piece of hope (a diploma) 2 allow dey self 2 b sumn
but naw dey wana hang wit dey "buddies"
wen 1/2 gon be buried 3ft deep on top of sumbody
and tha otha 1/2 gon b sumbody's punk (evrybody dont get lucky)
Ppl aroun my age always wonder y
Y dey cant have dis n dat like da next guy
Failin 2 realize u gotta try
Nothin is givn less ya work 4 it while ya knees 2 da dirt
fingertips 2 ya chin n ya eyes 2 da sky
Ima give tha world my heart b4 i die
I want a change so it starts w/me
I cant do it alone so Ima need u 2 b like twitter n follow me
I want u 2 kno wat goin on nside
I want da world 2 hear Chi-town's Cry
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