This is "House of Khloe" part two
Grand mama has long gone home
Free from disease and pains
Lo, at last our mama has joined Grand ma
In the heavenly assembly
What a sight what a glory that would have been
Grand mama with her adage and admonition
And mama with her melodious voice
Joining the heavenly choir, laying down crowns
And raising the royal diadem in joyous celebration
We the house of Khloe are not mourning again
We also join the host of the heavenly choir
From earth we lay down the crowns as we bow in worship
In the night, the sea was still,
Maggie Province, with iron will,
A mission clear, eyes set on the prize,
But shadows linger, beneath dark skies.
Fire the guns, let the thunder roll,
Echoes of courage, in a brave heart's soul,
But the darkness hides, they’re flanking our way,
Fight till the end, through the storm we’ll sway.
A warship lurking, laying down the mines,
We charged through the waves, as fate entwines,
But a cruiser’s wrath, came rushing in,
No mercy shown, where this battle will begin.
The ocean roars, as we stand our ground,
In the face of doom, our spirits are bound,
With every shot, we’ll make our mark,
But the night grows colder, and the sea turns dark.
Down we go, with the stars as our guide,
Brothers in arms, forever we’ll ride,
In the depths of the ocean, tales will resound,
Of the brave destroyer, that fought all around.
when I open the front door on a crisp morning and the warm sun soaks itself into my clothes and the doorway behind me; the feeling of undoing my hair after a long grueling shift; the feeling of pulling soft laundry out of the dryer; the feeling of laying down in a clean bed after a hearty meal; all the things' people find comfort in I find myself looking for you. you are my comfort. I like it here where its comfortable. I want to stay here where its comfortable.
as shockwaves chilled the tide, filled the water
on buoys where also my white face fell
would we remember this time, holding blue
in her deep cold blast, the ocean's eyes stopped
while salt drained what's left of an iceborn cry
invisible the shore moved, or footprints
in those sandals I still disappeared in
her frozen lap is everywhere to me
seagulls combing the green spray, but it's green
so you see the current left in the cracks
I beach on sea laying down, lying down
where shells in frost-dead surf core burned further
filled the water, as shockwaves chilled the tide
on buoys where also my white face fell
holding blue, would we remember this time
"Write a poem about a cat"
look There is a big cat over there under that tree
A big cat that is licking his lips and looking at me
His eyes are open and his fur is brown he is not asleep but he's laying down
I think I will go over and give his head a pat STOP a minute don't do that
you see the voice in my head I can always rely on run get away that cat is
a LION
Wavy teeth make me spank the pastor
Questioning my faith is a major disaster
Look out for me in the darkness screaming
Opened blades cut deeper than fame
Wait for me I sought your light
Moons hid you from my trusted Dog's tonight
juniper king of flawless beats
Untitled your world Kick rocks to free the beast
Madness under stary nights preach the saddness
Laying down hopes to get beamed up like scottyrr
My call sign was shut the fk up patty
room to expand creep up the chimney
spare me some change I will consume your sanity
Gooney toons trace my roots to the loony rooms
guard dog going insane catching flames embracing Odin's name
root for Kings to sing out the silence
wavy good by to the saints of peace have arrived
do you think I called the police?
I invented the pain I bleed for the streets
they called me a rat face the facts I am fatter than that
all the fame riches money hoes and nonesene means nothing but distraction
I plan to freak off the attractions
Under rules to school fools I await your home boys who think they sweet
make the sun go down that's when church is called to meet.
raise hell unforgivables
Rock salted fields hard-by thwacking sea's
shorelines of wave-shaved boulders
a fluidity that mimics an oceans alien speech.
The fractured artifacts of tribal migrations
roll in the surf as grains of an ancient sand,
there are hints and a sense of raw faiths,
of the obscure paint of submerged visages,
facets only visible
through the eroded lens of a former doom.
On these shifting margins,
insipient nations as naked as any roaming wind
declined amidst their own young bones,
laying down to wither away in exhausted camps.
Rinsed by a ceaseless ebb and flow,
the stonewashed threads of the bygone
suggest landscaped formations
of humanity.
We have seen the rise and fall of the scattered,
their cultures a supposition of burnt offerings,
yet we should also
confess to a towering significance:
one that we estranged settlers
will eventually leave as a jigsaw of watermarks,
or as further innocent signs
of our own barbaric existence.
Darkness has overcome me, back alleys alongside the stray cat, no needs to be seen no longer, everyone’s gone home… only the sounds of sirens chasing the empty city streets…
Strangers wrapped up in their only warmth of a tattered blanket, cardboard box is their hotel. No family around to seek my feelings, welcome mat has been pulled..
Life’s showing its ugly face, broken beer bottles, fu garbage cans becomes my fast food, no stranger am I to thus depressing mood.
My only companion is my shadow looming in the evening moonlight, our nightlight soothing our sorrows of a once loving family, laughter, hugs, a warm roof over our head, loving mom who tended to my every need, now up in heaven..
Time for bed, as I wrap up right in my one dirty stingy blanket, a jacket as a pillow to lay my burdened head down, my darkened shadow too is laying down, good night world, my soul I give to you, if I shall die before I wake I give it to God…. Good night
Speaking your opinions will kill you
As people's feelings you might hurt.
You might end up laying down dead
With your face in the dirt
You could be shot from a distance
Or stabbed with a knife
Just for Speaking your opinion
Someone will take your life.
Your opinions on religion you might have
A different view
But because of your opinion Someone
Makes plans on killing you
They hide in the shadows planning their
Attack
Shooting from a distance or stabbing you
In the back
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion
And free speech is what we do
Isn't it just a crime that your opinions and Speaking out will make people want to kill you.
Laying down wondering
where did you go after
visiting my dreams
from time to time?
A regular guest you became,
Now I see you less and
less leaving my memories
in such an emotional
distraught,
as you left a feeling
I thought I would never have,
a desire unknown,
a burning sensation leaving
me trembling whenever
I fall asleep
dreaming hoping
to see you but terrified
to awake in our gardens with-
out you,
your lasting impression heightens
this tension made by your
breath,
voice,
smile,
and eyes,
a reflection in every flower
I pass by,
as I get closer to the end
of this path,
I slowly step off
this carousel,
despite your absence in our
short lived encounters,
I await your return breathing
in the last gift you left,
silently I yearn on my own
behalf..
Whispering my ache to the wind,
Hoping it'll carry my love to you.
Writing the feelings of a dying heart
On the rusty pages,
Hoping someday maybe,
The wind will carry them too.
Thinking of you when the sun rises up to the sky,
Eating up the darkness,
The same way your thought shines bright,
In the black hole of my mind.
I'm a coward i know.
Not when I've to protect you,
Not when you need me,
But when my heart aches a little more,
To tell you,
About these feelings
About all the words
So here I'm again
Laying down on the deathbed
Created by my own mind
Whispering your name again
While the darkness spread over the sky.
But this time,
There'll be no sun to shine...
It pulls from the back of my eyes, heavy
lulling my brain not to think, numbing
laying down my head
circuits shut down
depressed
Best way to describe it, I think
The way it pulls me to sleep
Losing time and mind,
The longer I lay
worse by day
Truly, a demonic curse
The self destroying sin,
Sloth
27 January is known as holocaust Liberation day
The liberation of the Auschwitz concentration camp
Systematic extermination of jews what can i say
The NAZI regime laying down its stamp
These awful acts carried out around Europe
People being murdered because of religion
No proper food starved of syrup
Living in camps like hells kitchen
6 million Jews exterminated
Two thirds of Europe's Jewish population
The smell of death permeated
It needs to remain in education
Why were the Jewish persecuted
It dates back as far as roman times
The warped idea of man concluded
The Jewish were alleged to commit crimes
The main instigator for this despicable act
The Final solution incitement off genocide
Was Adolf Hitler this is a fact
With his tiny mustache and eyes opened wide
The evil within him was totally absorbed
He compared the Jews to being germs
He wrote main kamph for the record
Antisemitism he took by the horns
Although illegal and somewhat outrageous
Hitler didn't invent antisemitism
Jewish persecution was around in the middle ages
This would now been known as racism
Begin with a groove, some delicious, soulful melodies interwoven with genres including jazz, neo-soul, lo-fi hip-hop, jazz sub-genres/
with spoken word tricks in the mix with programmed drums, turntables, looping in Sonny Rollins, Elvin Jones, Hubert Laws, Lonnie Liston Smith/
add some house music word with a vibrant, rhythmic pulse packin' the dance floor/ so hey, whatcha say to the DJ as he's laying down beats, experimenting with melodic hooks and some nasty background heat/
double scratching Rick James Super Freak and pumpin' up the supa dupa bassline from Mary Jane Girls All Night Long to the party hardy dance house crowd/
ethereal pops of sound synergy drops/ man, hit me with a lo-fi boost so I can spit out my word anthem I'm sparking off now the heat be flowin' down to my dancin' feet/
I dig the Crooklyn crew is bringing back Break Dancin' with their signature freestyle/
they even brought their cardboard dance floor/ they be makin' moves and cuttin' grooves/ I hate to go but I'm outta here/
gotta jam into the poetry slam
It had such a wide variety of sounds,
They had echoed through the air,
the waves gushing up and down the sand,
Me alone laying down on the cold wet sand,
like snow you just can't get up you are just in a trance,
I want this memory to end,
But one look at my mom and all those thoughts come rushing back,
It's has been 7 years since then,
Every time I get those cuts my mind goes blank,
I have overcome thoughts Because my mind his stronger.
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