Usurpers are owed no loyalty,
usurpers need not be obeyed,
those who gain power fraudulently
are worthy of only our hate.
Usurpers shouldn’t be listened to,
or spoken well if in any terms,
you should point and tell your children,
“Never be like that corrupt worm.”
Usurpers who ‘win’ by voter fraud
hold power illegitimately,
this makes them nothing but tyrants,
and never should we leave them be.
Usurpers are vile criminals,
and I think it needs to be said
that in a just world usurpers
would hang from the neck until dead.
Mistakes I have made
Errors I have committed
Hearts I have broken
People I have legitimately and illegitimately insulted
I have scammed
I have jilted
I have used and dumped
What else were you told?
For being so cold
Yes I have done thoroughly all of them
But what do they matter?
Because that was my past
My past my past my past
But you are my present
The lady I want to give my heart to as present
The lady I want to love with the whole of my strength
The lady I want to because of, go to any length
The lady I want to forever keep in my emotional tent
You are that precious jewel I want to spend my life with
The Queen I want to prepare breakfast for
The woman I want as the mother of my children
But you have choices
It is a world of multiple choices
Hold on to my past and let go of me
Or believe in my present and let write the new story together
But either ways, I will always love you
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Black gold in white dominion , yet shine not tarnish or stained maintain with love . In the struggle of men who fail to persist kneel in adversity stumble in set in failure . Black gold as the heart of a loin fearless in her game step up not shy to meet expectations unfair yet dealt with . In her heart she holds the breathe of the family needs never ending never plenty for bitter tast in males who hold greater expectations of her . She who as to submit but committed to maintain the whole , protect what is illegitimately not her task . Males dominant due to the mass opinion yet clinging to weaknesses unworthy of a man . If you can wake up step up look up face adversity unshaken but baking with passion , and overcome for you and yours you have the strength . Black gold a jewel unmatched that's legit to be worthy of honor , love . She is the jewel of the family the foundation that holds up overtime . Respect her game no shades of play but know her worth .
Of lineage most noble
A man of grave esteem
He could pull a mean cork
The best you ever seen
One third Apache, he was
His father never knew
Hesekiah Munny was
As proud as me and you
Not to be confused with
The man known as McMar
DeMar was his first cousin
So that’s how we got this far
Once removed, actually
Belligerent, he was
He tried to get back in
But they only called the fuzz
To his mother, Olive Eo, deceit on Hesekiah
Brang to them, a small DeMar
Give thanks to the Messiah
Illegitimately know as
DeMar McMar Eo Munny
Others knew him only as
DeMar Geronimo
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Do not Push It
I’m like horses do not like the wind today it is northerly and
the sun despite shining free of clouds cannot warm my chilled bones.
Horses turn their considerable behinds against the wind and keep
their heads low. My behind is skinny and does not protect my neck,
but a scarf does. I used to have strong fingers now they are thin look
like a Bangladesh river delta .And to think there was a time I laughed
at the face of frost and if needed would run bare chest across
the unfriendly of plains of opposite Poles, me, the leader of the pack
the man who once met Fidel Castro, a man of great dignity, but my
god he was boring, only had one subject---himself.
But I do deviate, I’m only an Argentinean horse adopted illegitimately by
a general major, his wife wanted a foal. The landscape now has hundred
colours of green but it worries me that if ISIS takes world power vines will
rot on my land and when they pass on their pick-up trucks I must wave
a black ,inartistic flag with intelligible writing on. My wife the practical one
will say: after the Islamists took power in Portugal my husband finally got
sober enough to be offered a job as an Imam.
It’s completely dark
And I have no use for my eyes
But I know she’s here.
I can smell her perfume.
I can feel her presence, her touch.
My heart lights a spark of love
So that I may gasp at the beauty of my Angel
The room comes alive.
My eyes flicker in adjustment
And I see!
But where is she?
She is nowhere to be seen.
Not in front of me, nor behind.
Not beside me, nor above.
What I did was wrong and I know it now
For I illegitimately placed all my trust in it,
In a virtual dream,
A dream that hurt so deeply.
And not because she wasn’t real
Nor for the fact that wanted to believe in it so much
But, merely because
I woke up.