the truth is nobody wants to see or read the truth,
i personally don't give three s about what you all anyone thinks
but i do know it is the way that controls you.
You don't have to be the slave but you choose to
because you think there is the way not to offend the rich and
those in control, but you see i still don't give three s about it.
You go ahead and write about how your fake feelings are making you'
feel and i will write about your failures because isn't that
what everyone WANTS TO HEAR, ILL BE FAMOUS BEFORE YOU!
The example is here, in this amazing poem which
the freedom of expression is already being blocked!!
How can i write how a truly feel if i am getting blocked
and controlled! Why don't you ask what i had for breakfast
and what i afterwards! Who cares if i say or or ass
or any of that, its not like you are any better for blocking me!!
This is the ing problem, you see i can write poetry,
but as of now i really feel like writing because
all i see is , now your fake,
Hallmark poem should hurt everyone's feelings because poetry
is about freedom of expression and not about control,
so off!!
It's never enough
doing our best but for less
no thank yous
One of the most conceited couple complained then conceded
On a compromise which comprised of all the things left unspoken,
While comprehension and codependence due to run rampant.
They're here there
Every where
Some or won,t be
Will never have the key
We must all
Stand and defeat
Be strong not weak
That only way hear what I say
They are just
POWER FREAKd
Call me a dreamer, think MOST peeps are good
But still wouldn't change things even if I could
Man basically loves peace
Except for some freaks
Unhappy individuals quite misunderstood?
Call me a dreamer, think MOST peeps are good
But still wouldn't change things even if I could
Man basically loves peace
Except for some freaks
Unhappy individuals quite misunderstood
When freaks have nothing to do
They come up with b*llsht.
Cause that's what they do.
When did it become a problem for a woman to be born a female.
That's right, only the freaks would have problem with that.
They talk sht about everything and try to create.
Nothing but problems for they miserable freaks following people every different place.
They blabber they envy they talked like hater's for they are freaks
And they are worst than toddlers. What else can I say.
They insults genders like a under educated hater's.
That's right , they freaks . they hate everything that have more strength than they mouth of hater.
They like to insult women for having women strength
Suddenly they claim that women should be a man. For being stronger than them.
Under educated worst than toddlers. Everyone knows.
Women can't ever be compared with men.
They two different genders and that is that.
Freaks are at it again .
They haven't changed.
It will take a bigger Apocalypse.
Than I think.
For they are aggravating.
And I'm annoyed with they nonsense.
If I were a carnival barker
And you were the fat lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my mule-faced baby.
To the freaks that won't quit
Don't assume I don't notice your tricks.
You've been like a miserable b*tch
Trying to cause problems between me and my son.
Trying to cause us to argue, trying to cause us to fight
Like your animal life style from which you came.
Yes! I notice you from a very long time .But I tell you this.
I was raise among witches.
What makes you think you know me.
You may know "Jesus Christ"
But you don't know me.
For every trouble you try to cause between me and my son
From you being a miserable freak.
I'm going to reverse on you, like a voodoo priest.
Two Freaks
Two freaks sat by the side of the road.
Ostracized by all their kin.
People laughed as they passed by;
At the very sight of them.
One was twisted in body and soul;
With hair like a dandelion.
The other sat quoting sonnets of old;
He was quite diseased of mind.
One had hands that were crooked and gnarled.
The other the face of a child.
One ate grass like the beast that he was;
and murmured and groaned and growled.
The other put violets in his hair;
And swore to be good and kind.
To Pray to God and remember those;
Society left behind.
He quoted Longfellow, Shakespeare too,
Matthew, Luke and Paul.
The other wallowed in the mud.
And didn't care at all.
And so they lived by the side of the road;
With so much valor and poise.
One fool making love to life.
The other making noise.
Then came a day when folks didn't laugh.
They came with ropes and guns.
And did what seems and awful thing,
But a thing that had to be done.
For in this weird, unhappy world;
It is a sin to sing.
They murdered the gentle poet,
And crowned the Monster king.
Painted faces of perfect shining smiles,
venetian masks of skin.
They say the ones who believe in love aren’t afraid to sin.
That they don’t fear falling but nor do they heed the warnings,
and blindly walk into lion dens to never awaken in the mornings.
Eyes clouded with the haze of dreams
a mirage so great it can make the wicked gleam.
For I speak of the fools who lead with their hearts,
only to be called a joker.
To a king or queen, how little they mean
waging lives like a game of poker.
Those painted faces mock the rest,
who prefer to stay away.
They say the ones who hide from the sun are slaves to the day.
That they don’t fear being alone but nor do they want to be alike
Outcast from the court, they plan to strike.
Minds strayed from the path, they don’t fit in,
so lost in their heads, who will win?
For I speak of the freaks who define strength as difference,
only to be called scum
To the kings and queens, they are sores when seen,
treated like a sliver in their thumb.
But Fools and Freaks in a world of rigid royalty unrests their painted faces,
beneath the cracks it can be seen, their humanity in its final traces.
(fact)
The freaks had picked the wrong family to mess with.
Emotional disturbance was caused in my son life.
Everything my son feel I go through it too for we are family.
As you can see being from the carribean nobody mess with our children and assume they will live a happy life.
I am a mother who will pray on you souls even on your children life.
My son is my precious and one of a kind.
No body can't level up to him not even a relationship, nor
A freak that desperate for some.
I am a person of my word when I say family is more important than everyone I stare at. I will even break your heart for my son is more worthy than you.
Now that I see not only the freaks been violating my son life and mine and they to wonder why my son act up from being provoke from you like a dumbass freak.
As his mother who loves him dearly. I am gonna ruined your reputation for all you have done including with air earth fire water if you know what that means.
Some People get their kicks from TV
Some people get their kicks from the earth
But others get their kicks from stealing
What certain people are worth
They are all obsessive
Playing an awful game
Based on personal habits
Causing people pain
They look to profit
From other people’s lives
Ignoring any innocence
For control they strive.
For once they possess you
You can’t get away
They’ll make your life a misery
Each and every day.
Try and ignore them
Because they just can’t stand
Anyone who’s brave enough
To fight to keep their land.
Rise up above it all
And then you will be free
Wish I could say that I have
But not quite yet for me.
freaks my dawgs at?
one kiss at a time
in their proper places
stringing my heart along...
one kiss at a time
for improper duration
stringing my heart along...
unknown whereabouts
for improper duration
in their proper places
stringing my heart along...
freaks my dawgs at?
Some of us are freaks
Some of us are less so
Some of us are geeks
With names like Fark or Bezlo.
Some have winning streaks
Lots of us are losers
Some of us have beaks
Three of us are Hoosiers.
Some of us are kooks
And misfit aberrations
The lucky ones are flukes
Beloved in our nations.
Supposing we are rich
We get to be "eccentrics"
But poor, without a stitch,
We're cranks and lunatics.
Some of us are weirdos
We're oddballs and we're qu**r
We perform our concertos
And then we're out of here.
"Freaks is from my collection
DAISY ZOO AND OTHER PUNK-ASS NONSENSE
(Duck's-foot Tree Productions, 2016) limited to 100 copies,
20 signed deluxe with variant cover and color title page.
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