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Stannie Genesis

Rough Draft

[Hook]

Despite all these doubts he shouts at the demons
From now on You cant talk me out of believing
He realized this the right time to get even
Cause he knows there is no sequel

Rough verse

feeling so helpless 
So doubtful of my financial welfare 
who the hell cares but I do 
there is a need to grind hard 9 to 9 
to find some dime 
for my family

In the midst of all, there comes my dream again

the desire to make money from what I love

it's the music  i use to fuse it with my brutal thoughts and suffering

but how? someone like me too far from america

go toe to toe with these juggernauts

Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, Cole, Nas, abel and Bruno mars

but you know what sometimes I feel confident

other days I feel like I'll not fit in mind playin games with me rock, papers but not scissors

coz I cant cut off these dark thoughts outta my vessel

I feel so restless

constant battle inside the oblongata and the grey matter

If I should take one step ahead and risk my life

or should I stay where I am stare my struggle

I don't know where to begin

unbearable it is

Fred is always Ready for Fisticuffs

Fred is always ready for fisticuffs
Any excuse to get even for sighs and huffs
Has bruised many knuckles to prove this to you
Daily has at least one fight, and sometimes two.

Jailed in ’92 when his best friend was dead.
We were not sure it was even good ole Fred
Could not prove it was him, I guess.
Used to get beaten up regularly by his sister Tess.

Do No Harm And Sleep well

Frustrations and struggles 
amount to rage, if not insanity;
do away with all craziness,
forgiveness can bring serenity! 

Do no harm and sleep well;
if revenge is all you pursue,
be assured that'll you'll hurt 
yourself for a selfish quest!

Don't be obsessed and get even,
who did wrong, walks in hot fire:
he couldn't escape from his pain,
he hopelessly hangs on thin wire.

Do no harm and sleep well,
replace anger with awareness;
much less will be your darkness,
your choices are: Paradise or Hell!

Think again and ring no bell,
hurting others is no excuse:
who hides behind the mask
of a fool, doesn't or won't ask 
himself the outcome of abuse.

A Pearl

She's a pearl of the orient sea 
Where brave and bold dared to be 
She's a haven down from heaven 
Where all the odds could get even 

To her beauty, all are slaves 
Even the mighty and the braves 
She's a gem, ocean deep 
That every man wants to keep 

She's a maiden of far east sky 
Where the sea birds use to fly 
She's a fish on the ocean floor 
That men are willing to explore 

I shan't forget to always remember 
Her beauty that glows forever 
On someone's neck or on someone's ear 
She's a jewel that's so dear

Jack The Super Hero

Hap hap happy day everybody
It's that annoying Jester once again
Sending giggles and great big guffaws
To each and everyone times ten

Too much happy? Then click delete
Coz it's actually going to get even happier
Don't blame me, it's why I'm here
I'm paid to make you guys jollier

It's not a lot of dough but I get by
Money is secondary in my life
Most important is making you guys laugh
Helping get rid of your strife

I'm still a bargain at twice the price
Zero times zero equals zero
So come on back my poetry friends
I'm Jack the Jester, Super Hero!!!

Outnumbered

Outnumbered
Miracle Man
September 16, 2023

No matter which direction we turn our head,
Drugs and lawlessness continues it’s spread.

We vote to legalize things currently banned,
putting the illegal element in direct command.

Some try law changing when it doesn’t fit them,
and most disagreements are reason to condemn.

Social media has evolved into a coward’s tool,
we ruin social standing, and cause bullying at school.

Most morals are gone and we’re filled with hate,
if hurt, to get even, that person we invalidate.

It’s in the numbers of illegals breaching our borders,
the cost is billions as they become resource hoarders.

We’re running out of space so some sleep on he street,
causing much resentment and some will mistreat.

When they come many bring their socialist belief,
wouldn’t sealing the border bring lasting relief?

Just Like Me

.Just like me
Behave you rotten scoundrel
Out of my way I am your worst enemy capitulation
Prayers to Jesus why not
Ignoring threats to the salvation of my mind
I don't pretend
Though its like i live in Fantasy
I don't get even
The thought of revenge is the tyranny of oppose 
They combine to charcoal remnants of this worlds on fire
Beaten down,no  honor just thieves
Beaten down whats left of our home
Shout out it's our custom

To Stay Strong

Is it possible for a lover to stay strong,
and finish writing the lyrics of a song
without shedding or hiding a tear...
how can one forget someone very dear?

Can words cut deeper than a sharp sword,
ask nobody for help but the Lord?
You have built that wall to get even...
to punish me and remain unseen!
Can you touch this shivering hand:
be loved, not despised and damned!

Is it possible for us to stay strong,
avoid envious stares from shameless peers;
who say words that echo in our ears...
we're glad to be here where we belong!

Oh, the more I missed your touch, 
the further seemed the distance;
we agree and wait, we will give doubt a chance,
oh, too real and undeniable is our crush!

Lyn Goes After Scarlet the Harlot

Scarlet the Harlot teases and torments matador man name of Lyn.
A stuck bull is less wild, but he ignores the advice of friends and kin,
You cannot be serious, they say, she is a cougar and teases us all.
Lyn cannot help it, he loves who he loves, and he loves Scarlet doll.

So, he chases and flirts, but she stays conveniently out of reach.
The bloom is off the lily, she is conniving and nasty, no innocent peach.
Love has nothing to do with it, he tells his kin and his friends with advice.
She is not much, but she is all I can get, even if she is not at all nice.

Beachcomber

BEACHCOMBER

You comb the beaches 
Detailed to the inches
At least you might be fortunate
To get even a wanton mate
Your line you carry
You look like one in hurry
But your eyes are sharp
Ready to the unlucky one map
The bait is appetizing 
Drooping with mock rejoicing
But microbes it sports
Found in promiscuous ports
But sailors on it fall
And purge their worries -- all
After paying the toll
Then you automatically smoke them over the rack
With ss behind your bare back
You examine your levy
And say, They die of envy
Your heart is never heavy
But your speech is wavy

The Girl At the Window

I saw her standing 
Wiping dirt on the windowpane 
My heart was throbbing 
And my soul was in pain 

For she tries to reach the beam 
Not minding the toll 
Like she tries to reach her dream 
Not minding if she will fall 

If wiping could undo the past 
So the pain does not last 
I'll let her undo my pain 
Like wiping dirt on the windowpane

If only future can meet the past 
And they can get even 
I'll let the charm that she has 
Be the anchor of my dream

Throw the Word Vicissitudes Back To Tennessee

An evil warlock changed my vicissitudes on this horrible mean day.
It only took seconds, but he took all my power and confidence away.
I went from a woman to a purple dragon with red stripes you see.
He was in cahoots with an ogre who has always hated little ole me.

They transmuted me with abnormally joyful anticipation and jubilation.
I heard them cackling like old hen women, in fantastical celebration.
I was angry as hops, ready to do whatever damage I could do.
But they also gave me a loving heart, before they were through.

No matter how mean they were, I had to smile and be nice.
It was not easy for me to hate them, or fill my heart with ice.
I can do it Trixie yelled, ready to be whoever I wanted her to be.
She said we should throw the word vicissitudes back to Tennessee.

So Hank, this poem is for you, since you gave me that word.
I have written this poem twice, which was insanely absurd.
But the first time it disappeared from my computer, making me mad.
But thanks to this metamorphosis, I can neither get even or bad.

Tupolev 141 Drone

Tupolev 141 Drone
Those old drones and planes and choppers all sat there just waiting to fly to war. Polish the metal fuel them up kick the tires away they go. No crew just needed just a memory of flight. Something part of their fabric like their wings or engine. A thing part spirit part elemental that exists beyond human comprehension though we built the machines. 

Now they're ready to go almost a race of beings from elsewhere. Maybe an alien intelligence possessed them to make them fly. Let them get even with the Russian soldiers and leaders. For violating Ukraine and other areas out of their realm. 

Of course they're just machines and vehicles. Not alive or able to fly alone. But why are their parking bays and taxi strips and museum display areas now empty? Where did the drones choppers and planes go? Of to Russia to fight bomb kill ram obliterate them till victory is here for the good guys.

Me

I am a willow tree with branches that bend over backwards.
Love a soft breeze fluffing my leaves, and even a hard wind.
Can be a tornado when you double cross me; I get even.

I love my hobbies. Poetry, cartooning, painting, drawing, writing.
My meals are simple, I care not what clothes I wear.
I am not persnickety about anything, but I love the word persnickety.

My friends adore me, and I adore them.
I have a terrific life, I am joyful.
Unless I am sad. No one is as sad as I can be.

Those Curious Carousing Kitties of Company C

Those curious carousing kitties of Company C
They keep me awake, every morning until three
They sing in meows that turn my aged blood cold
I would not care except I am mean, fat and old.

I hear them through the wall, their wailing is loud.
They caterwaul in an enormous crowd.
When they have had too much nip they get even worse
I have no place to hide, it seems like a curse

I used to be able to sleep in my bed all night long.
Because there was no wailing, no caterwauling song.
Company C moved in and everything went to heck.
My ex-husband has something to do with this, I sort of suspect.

I spy on them sometimes, through Kitty Kat Tavern’s windows.
There is a Budweiser sign in there that in neon glows.
I do not know what they are drinking but suspect it is gin.
The more they wail, the more I blame him.

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