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he wrote non- sufficeint love
in Spain.
he hide their for months while
his wife searched for him.
she found him their
and retreived him to stay at their home
in southwestern america.
they grow tomatoes and sold them to stores all over the country.
the song was losted for months, but when found
someone in the feilds said it was a boo-who love song that
caused people to cheat and consort. it was then said to be the works of
el diablo, the music of the devil. we asked a preist in the city if these words were the works of Satan he told them they were the works of men, but the intentions of the song was to illustrate the doings of an unfaithful woamn, one who whenched her men, and then became pregant, so that see could inherint their wealth. In the song the song, got all the riches, the bitches, and the knowledge of
concored ***'s. these words ofended some but, musicains have sung this song for years so the church could understand men wanting to hear the song. well the group released the song on their album, and it topped the charts, a group of woman, anwsered the song.. with " lazzia ***, a song about a group of wonderers who tricked women for money. this started the verses issue we have here today. we conserve referance to the teaching of either, and site the beleif in peace and unity !
It’s 1914, and Hollywood star Mabel Normand has just
helped new boy Charlie Chaplin to develop his “Tramp”
character. She is wondering if she’s done the right thing.
I gave him everything – even the walk.
He’s too priapic for his baggy britches!
Arriving here still tarred with charred old cork,
this fraud who jawed of Avignon and Sitges
while knowing neither, has the crew in stitches.
Dexterity is not the same as grace:
he’s shaping up for all-time rags-to-riches,
the parasite who rose without a trace:
but we can see beneath the comic carapace.
He’s carrying himself now like a star.
If glibness were the same as eloquence,
I haven’t any doubt that he’d go far.
The talent, if untutored, is immense.
I wish he’d just – when not before the lens –
acknowledge what’s been done for him. That loud
theatricality I tamed. The sense
of something intímate, less harsh, less proud,
I think I gave him. But his eyes are on the crowd.
He’s trying to direct us. We’re his bitches.
That script he wrote permits him to molest
some seven women, like as if his itches
are there to be indulged. The man’s obsessed.
I nurtured him and now, at his behest,
I’m served up as his plaything. I’m incensed!
The cuckoo kicks the babies from the nest,
but still the mother feeds him. My defence?
A woman’s love survives a man’s incontinence.
Enough of the winds
Swirling with urgency
I demand that it ceases at once
Succumb to whims
Bow to demands
I wish nothingness to commence
I lap up the gilded chaos
Flowing into my brain
Close the eyes
Embrace the surprise
Allow this minstrel chorus
To play follow the leader
Into and against the sky
That forbids us to leave
We must find that spot
Tickle, touch and tangoe
Where we engage with
Or even teach
The Pharoah’s Dance
With its keyboard trance
All the erstwhile meanings
Floating in and out
Senses defer to
Broad, centrifugal gatherings
The notes mean nothing
The spaces in between even less
I can only hear volume
I can only feel heat
I sit here grooving out of control
Yet within these banal confines
Of this communal sigh
Easing into track 2
Bitches Brew
With the luscious obnoxiousness
Shooting into veins
Ripe and ready for so much more
Pierce me oh brass lord
Bring your lovers and henchmen alike
Both like me
For different reasons
And I like
Well
Let’s just say
An auditory orgy isn’t complete
Without its foes, friends, freaks and euphoniums
Injecting deep
Deeeeep
To where the marrow lives
And the sparrow flies
Bang
Bang
Says the snare
Remember me
I can count the f--- out of you
Tap you into time
Ratchet the good and plenty
Until you have it all
Then leave without any
And back
And forth
Again we go
Where I stop
Only he and the dandelions know
Which is fine
Because it’s time to stop thinking
And let the Brew do its thing.
(12/26/17)
I get pretty picture postcards
from faraway places,
not many but over time
they accumulate
on walls, fridges
and marking pages in books.
Mostly from old girlfriends
writing to prove
they are still alive.
"Amazing scenery, wonderful people,
haven't had a decent cup of coffee since Montreal,
watch out for the water in ice cubes.
Wish you were here (Not!)
all my love xxxx"
Still on a dull grey morning,
a message from Mexico, Italy,
Vietnam or New Zealand
is at least intriguing.
Me, I never send postcards
as I never go anywhere
but I get pretty picture postcards
from faraway long ago bitches
every now and then.
I’ve only been alive for 4 weeks…
The reborn concrete leaf…
I’ve loved, been loved, done drugs, tried suicide once, got lucky and even had a birthday once.
I’ll be 28 in 12 months.. Time flies when your dyin, huh?
Ive counted many things on my fingers through an 8 year winter and when I got to 10 I decided to mind my own business which kept me on my toes, it was in my best interest.
Tall tales, 6ft, 2 inches, stretched to my limit, tryin’ to fit the 4 weeks into 2 minutes.. Limit sickness. But every fall counts and from the top of the tree to the ground is around about 0 to 3 6’s, I couldn’t climb any higher. The devil in me told me when somethings broken, you don’t fix it.. N he’s a good liar.
The angel on my shoulder is whispering in my ear but its too quiet, I listen close and he says you’re like a puppet show without the wires, all this self manipulation and lack of maintenance is makin’ me tired and my chipped tooth is PROOF that I’ll quit before I retire.
I’m damaged goods wrapped in fragile pride for the next buyer and I feel real sorry for the next poor girl who decides to buy it.. No refunds, bitches, this auction is silent, keep some dignity for your troubles after all that hard work before I kill you with kindness. By the way that opportunity won’t come cheap so I’ll start the timer. 200 heart beats per minute, anxiety is my secret admirer.
4 weeks as a survivor…
I know its too late now, but I heard its best to just keep some things private.
That part, gotta follow your own heart.
Living in the blind.
Living in the dark.
Looking for a fresh start.
Avoiding the narcs,
And them punk ass marks,
That's got, no heart.
Coming like a turd,
Better yet a fart.
Sprinkle the pepper by the door
For the dogs,
Coming with the barks.
Grab the gat,
Toast that ass, like some Pop tarts.
No mercy, no gravity, for bringing the salt.
One man down, then two, it's not my fault.
No time to think twice
Like a fish in a net, get caught.
Your lost.
Bitches trying to bring it.
I got something for them chickas,
Way sweeter.
Never follow the crowd,
Always been a leader.
Stepping into these hands,
*****, I'm coming with some heaters.
You gone think your nigga beat yah!
Write, erase then read yah!
"Got the salt by the door,
To keep them demons from coming in"!
"Keep them demons from coming in".
"Keep them demons from coming in".
Pepper on stand by,
"To keep them dog's from sniffing"!
"Keep them dog's from sniffing"!
"Them dog's from sniffing".
WHY are those who have nothing obsessed over wealth?
WHY are less hospitals less concerned about Health?
WHY are the Homeless still Forsaken/Forlorn?
WHY the Great Earthquake which left Haiti to mourn?
WHY the fuss over Mexicans?...most do no evil or rob
WHY arrest and deport them?...just give them a job
WHY all the shows about vampires, werewolves and witches?
WHY are some rappers such retards, and call Black Women bitches?
So many people Unfaithful, yet, we're "Bought with a Price?
Then WHY krishna/Buddha, and not Jesus Christ?
WHY the murder of children?...this we can't get around
WHY Carly Bruscha, and Nix Mary Brown?
People running to mischief, it seems a pandemic trait
WHY senseless killings on The First 48?
WHY pools of Oil on the Gulf, which threatens those on the coast
WHY do they think their lives over, when still more Blessed than most?
WHY does a person never sick suddenly breathe their last gasp?
WHY are simple things in this lifetime the most hardest to grasp?
There's vast changes in weather, time to Pray and Reflect
It's a sign from Our Maker, not "The Green House Effect"
Without The Lord in our existence, we live each day as mere pawns
WHY does it seem we weep loudest before the Light Of Hope dawns?
The next WHY? an Enigma....requires deep contemplation
WHY did Jehovah choose Israel over every other nation?
Abundant things I can't fathom, though I ponder and try...
2010, eight years later...the question still remains....WHY?
Jack was sitting poker faced
With bullets backed by bitches.
Neal hunched at the wheel
Puttin everyone in stitches.
He was braggin 'bout
This nurse he'd screwed,
While drivin through Nebraska.
Said that when she came,
She honked the horn,
And Neal just barely
Missed a truck
And then he asked her
If she'd like to cum like that
All the way to CalifornY?
See a redhead in a uniform
Will always make you horny.
With her hair net and her white
Shoes and a name tag and a hat,
She drove like Andy Granatelli
And knew how to fix a flat!
And Jack was at the bottom
Of his second 2020.
Neal was yellin out the window
Tryin to buy some beannies
From a Lincoln, full of Mexicans
Whose left rear tire blew
And the son's of bitches
Prit near ran us off the road!
Well the nurse had
Spilled the Manischewitz
All up and down her dress,
Then she lit the map on fire
And Neal just had to guess.
Should we try to find
A bootleg route
Or a fillin station open?
The nurse was dumping
Out her purse looking for a kiss.
Jack was out of cigarettes,
When we crossed the yellow line.
The gas pumps looked
Like tombstones from then on.
It felt lonelier than a parking lot
When the last car pulls away.
And the moonlight dressed
The double breasted foot hills
In the mirror, weaving out
A negligee and black brassiere.
The mercury was running hot
And we were almost out a gas,
Just then Florence Nightingale
Dropped her draws and stuck
Her fat ass out the window
To a Wilson Picket tune
And she shouted "get a load of this! "
And give the finger to the moon.
Counting one eyed jacks
And whistlin Dixie in the car,
Neal was doin least a hundred
When we saw a shootin star.
Florence wished that Neal
Would hold her 'stead of chewin his cigar.
Jack was noddin out and dreamin
That he was in a bar,
With Charlie Parker on the bandstand
And not a worry in the world,
And a glass of beer in one hand
And his arm around a girl.
And Neal was singin to the nurse
Underneath a Harken moon
And somehow you could tell
We'd be in CalifornY pretty soon.
There’re many bow-down bitches that talk a mean game.
Sending their sons to war, they just can’t bare that pain.
They’d rather see people of color dying on the front lines.
While theirs fly the drones, and follow from behind.
Just look at the numbers, ‘cause the numbers don’t lie.
How many black people are CIA or FBI?
We’ll never know the numbers, because it wouldn’t make sense.
That total number is likely less than five percent.
Down in the foxhole is actually what makes men.
They sing the National Anthem like it belongs to them.
Without the help of slaves the Civil War couldn’t be won.
These United State of America, there wouldn’t be none.
The Jim Crow types would shut everything down.
The law of the land is what happened to Michael Brown.
Bow-Down Bitches thrive when they have numbers.
Aiming for the back of unarmed brothers.
16% of black students get suspended 43% of the time.
From the cradle to the jail surely comes to mind.
The bow-down bitches have a genuine fear.
Because long after they’re gone we’ll still be here.
They may not see it, but God has a plan.
He’ll make known to them, who was original man.
And, just before they try to go too far.
They’ll bow down to us as the Gods we are.
you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve
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i did believe
when you said
you love me (me)
you tortured my heart
when you left me
but you are like the others
who is out to decieve
you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve
lies are spoken
promises are broken
devil took a token
with a cruel slogen
changing day by day
vulnerable hearts is
what they prey....
you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve
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playing mind games
hearts you rearrange
breaking people hearts
to get all the fame
from rags to riches
dirt bags to snitches
messin with the witches
fat girls and skinny bitches
you broke my heart
(you played with my heart)...
ooooh
i did believe
when you said you love me
you feast on my heart
then you left me
you're like the others
who is out to decieve...
ooooh
lies are spoken
promises are broken
devil took a token
with a cruel slogen
changing day by day
vulnerable hearts is
what they prey...
ooooh
you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve (ooooh)
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