how do i complete thoughts?
greet and free drops
diving undivided
to keep the peace hot
high priest
once fleeced
we meet
a sly fox
what is this beast?
eat some frylocks
weep the beat box
and bleed the pure stock
feed the whole spot
creep on your blog
beef steak, eat and chief
break me from the bittersweet
taken on a higher state
i will partake full on particles
nitty gritty didnt have me
shed me of all my articles
sugar in the gantry
vermin in the pantry
the scantily clad
circling my panting
hurtles getting fancy
answer is drunken dancing
cash advancing
and crowds happily chanting
davin is everlasting
drinking water with my wine
only one that was a father of mine
never run out of giving a piece of mind
armored in my think tank
sharks or really cheapskates?
pie charts and a sweet cake
coffee or a tea break
never dull in the east bay
tech giants and a little free base
Baseball and women
To me much the same
I cherish them both
For the love of the game
But when I’m up to bat
I don’t always swing
For the pitches I get
Are not always my thing
And I’m not opposed
To a free base on balls
I’d have to be stupid
To argue those calls
I don’t swing for the fences
I’m no long-ball hitter
But when it comes to these games
I’m not any quitter
No, I’m quite content
To just reach first base
I think slow and steady
Is my natural pace
Yes, women and baseball
Are so much the same
I’d be honored if voted
In their Hall of Fame
SISTER WHITE
WHEN THE AIR TOO HEAVY
STOPS YOUR HEART FROM BREEZING
AND NO-ONE TO TALK TO
WHEN SOME WORDS TOO ANGRY
STOPS YOUR LIFE FROM LOVING
AND NO-ONE TO PHONE TO
SISTER WHITE GIVES YOU SPEED
LOCKING YOU IN THE DARK
SAD AS FUNERAL DAYS
TAKE YOUR SOUL INTO TRASH
KILLS YOUR BRAIN WITH FREE-BASE
SISTER WHITE GIVES YOU SPEED
WHEN SILENCE TOO NOISY
STOPS YOUR EARS FROM LISTENING
AND NO-ONE TO CARE FOR
WHEN TOO VIOLENT CARESS
STOPS PLEASURE FOR DEEP PAIN
AND NO-ONE TO CRY FOR
WHEN LIES TAKES OVER HONESTY
DRAGGING DOWN TRUST IN FEAR
AND NO-ONE TO TURN TO
WHEN YOUR EYES BURNED FROM TEARS
TURN YOURSELF INTO EASE
YOU’RE THE ONE TO PLEASE TO
Jezabella Kipp
One hit your in the zone the next hit you start to fly the fourth hit you forget
your home...Man this stuff is the bomb, free basing and I did not even have to
jump off a cliff to get a rush...man I feel like I'm in the ozone. Sure I can
quit, what you mean the base got me hook? Man I'm just free basing to ride
away all the things that have been done to me all my life...I'm no junky! I just
like to get high! Now watch out...let me see if I can fly.
Thailand,
Or Kensington?
Tinfoil from a Kit-Kat,
Tells you that there’s no difference,
Outside,
Cocaine,
Ammonia,
Old Martell miniature,
A Bic lighter; a mound of ash,
Bangkok?
Fly south
Like Garuda,
Drift off to Koh Samui,
A Beach house, Or Council estate?
Who cares?
Wake up,
Burnt down candles,
Landlord on the doorstep
‘Last weeks rent?’ ‘Giro on Thursday…
…Get lost…’
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