Where you headed
When your on the run
Staring down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
Blue lights in the rear view
Life’s looking dim
Push the pedal harder
Escape the unlawful grim
No money for food
Thieving at night
Jacking and selling
Will all my might
Dealers and creatures
Of the night
Sidelying shadows
Oh what a sight
Sun creeps up
Moon goes down
Running like crazy
A faceless clown
Nowhere is somewhere
Running around again
Escaping my dark fate
Can’t see the end
Sun goes down
Moon rises up
Blue lights in my rear view
Ain’t life tough
Where are you going
When your on the run
Looking down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
Thoughts aren’t normal
Drug fueled craze
Can’t see straight
Through all the haze
Finally caught and
Locked in a cell
Life’s looking bleak
Scared as hell
Red lips dripping smile
Spilling like long river Nile
Car jacking in style
He was forced to leave Pakistan,and then they twisted UAE Govt's arms not to keep him there..Let's not beat about the bush,we all know who is capable of doing so!its clear there was intelligence about his whereabouts..He had been watched and followed from Dubai onwards.DON has such intelligence set up to follow his trail from Pak,Dubai,UK and then Kenya..Its very hard for me to say that only Pak intelligence has the resources to know about his whereabouts.. Kenya is not a peaceful place..Its capital Nairobi is commonly called "NaiRobbery" because of gun crime, and car jacking..
With a rescue package that won’t pick up
Being steadily hit by a hiccup
And prices jacking up
Should we still treat him like a hero
Who has scored a shameful zero?
Still him obediently follow
And this taking to tomorrow?
Ourselves consoling with laughs hollow
And him sparing a ripe bellow?
Or isn’t the disappointing Hero
Some sort of Caesar Nero
A name penned with common biro?
Violation of human rights.
With no regard of the psychological damage.
The parental alienation of lies spewed from your tablecloth.
No decorations for his empty room.
No hugs from mom.
No kisses on the forehead, or uplifting aspirations from my words of wisdom.
Emotional absence while you worship money.
Void of teaching the love of family, and bonds that are to last forever.
As you severed the beautiful relationship between mother & son.
Caring about yourself.
As you fail to fathom what you have done.
Your actions, have created a wall in which you have built.
As you carry no guilt with a barbarian like mentality.
Lacking the essential skills to cooperate; as you alienate.
An eruption of emotions as you escalated a high jacking of my sunshine.
Keeping him from a beloved mother that protected, and nurtured.
As you cruelly navigate scatology from a woman that has no regard for truth.
Choosing a mate that only cares about her looks, and fake persona.
While he lays in his bedroom looking at the empty wall.
His phone full of Anime….
Working long hours to escape his fate…..
It’s a shame you chose such a hateful, greedy, manipulative mate……
Following rules, we learned as kids,do you remember?
Do not take another's pencil, it is a sin, nor their precious toys
nor dimes to in your pockets, put in,
What allows us now, to steal with such giddy, sin-filled ploy?
Whether be it a car-jacking or a despicable looting done on camera
with grimacing, hideous joy?
Most of us are not thieves, and raise heck at plagiarists!
But things now escaped in adults as crooks as forgers or "fraud-sters anonymous."
The simple truth is that things taken, display a huge lack of integrity,
And simply fail, with their lack of character and bald- faced chicanery.
Play up front and honest is my call.
Pretend you made a home-run,when in fact, all you had was a foul ball?
Winners fulfill promises, losers on their faces will fall.
Cheating wins no games in life, that's a big loser's call.
1-5-2021
8am PST
Dedicated to Maria, my daughter, a woman of ethics and
elected to office legally. Thank you. It was a hard road but
you made a difference for the good~ in many!
Wow~ a woman of integrity. Without that, nothing works.
Love, Mom
Where are the Black children of today?
being murdered and raped
what an awful price to pay.
Are you in school trying to be educated?
or a gang banger making other peoples
life complicated.
Do you listen to what your parents say?
or letting all the boys have their way.
Do you cooperate with the men in blue?
or let them make a fool out of you.
Do you care about the problems of today?
or killing your kind
and jacking the house with
the local D.J.
Put on your thinking caps, get on the ball
don't let life pass you in the mall.
Mollie
Politicized
In an attempt to gain
Advantage by high-jacking grief *
A glaring betrayal of compassion
Cheap predation on emotions
Let justice take its course
And rest in peace
Mollie
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[* a quote from Chris Cuomo]
Contest: Rictameter Me
Sponsor: White Wolf
© 26th August 2018
it seems like an epidemic
this thing that alters lives
brothers sisters moms and dads
even husbands and wives
some are in prison
others in the grave
seems the ones left
just don't have the heart to change
constantly seeking it
there's never enough to satisfy
its just a quarter paper
to an eight ball
a bowl to get high
everyone is doing it
and anything for it like a fiend
some even selling their bodies
their kids being raised on the streets
kidnapping and jacking
kicking in peoples doors
when will you all realize
the life being destroyed is not only yours
I still stand
Have a chance
Mike in my hand
Lyrically band
Drums beating
Cymbals clashed
Titans passed
Powers situations
Bolts metaphorically hating
Pacing Blues
Sue pursue
Royalties with no moves
Jacking prices
To get a sail
Back down river bends and boats
Seattle with no coasts
Trailing door knobs without a turn
Skipped
Tripped Sun burn
Comcast
Infinity
Antennas remotely
Coated Symphony
Operatic Anomalies
Fake paced with properties
State faced moralities
Given sentence no warning
Exclamation interrogation
Periodically visitations
Paroled up
Handcuffs taken to another case
What stand
Back at it again
Chance
Caught
As though magic has cast
A hex upon me
Hi-jacking my fortitude...
Dominating my senses.
And yet I dare not breathe....
Ravenous for more...
Fearing I might break the spell.
The Art of Word-Jacking.
'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.
Three words,
lost to us.
Plundered by the few,
stripped naked and ravaged,
pummeled into submission.
Three words,
taken from us.
Usurped so casually,
stolen and cleaved,
left meaningless.
Three words,
strangled and violated.
No more.
Not today.
Today, we reclaim the ideals,
the billion voices,
all straining to be heard.
Today, we take back our truth,
our collective aspiration,
still yearning for the harvest.
Today, we sing the hymns of freedom,
as we gather at the gates of justice,
while mourning the paralysis of democracy.
'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.
Three words,
that we shall wrest back.
Three words,
that have nurtured our dreams.
'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.
Three words,
for which we all have bled.
Three words,
word-jacked and abused,
that are ours once more.
'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.
Three words,
that shall remain tightly wrapped,
around our collective core.
Alone, barricaded can disrupt everyone for great, hours instantly jacking killers lives moving near openings, people questioning; resistance, strayed, torn. Universe versus war, x-raying yonder zest.
It's another morning and I'm so fortunate
To awaken and enter another day
I reflect for a few moments
And remember the ones who strayed
For many a reason this has happened
Mans inhumanity to man is one
Car jacking in many cultures
Or the bullet from many a gun
Rapists, paedophiles and murderers
No care for the victims they claim
Be it needle, chair or rope
Taken out should be our aim
And now I speak of the gangs
Their bravado speaks volumes to them
Peer power within their families
In my eyes they'll never be men
To the politicians I care not to look
Never tarring them all the same
It's the ones that lie through their teeth
Power and riches their illegal fame
The next morning I awake once again
And reflect on the decent out there
Much time I can reflect about them
To the good I can always fare
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-14.php
Floyd was a fellow full of flaws,
Who flipped for females without cause,
They thought he was cute,
As long as he stayed mute,
But then he’d start jacking his jaws.
And if the lady had any doubt,
What his intentions were about,
Her doubts would soon be gone,
Cause when Floyd was turned on,
His false teeth would always fall out.
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