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Tears fall from a round cherub face
Who feels her life is a big disgrace
Who feels she is just a charity case
Who takes up way too much space
Who knocked over the hand painted vase
From Italy
Because she thought she was too obese
An ugly savage beast
And wanted her life to cease
Because people liked to tease
About her wanting the last piece
Of pizza
So she decided right there and then
No more crash diets or Phen-Fen
No more envying her friends
No more rejections from men
No more carrot sticks again
She's starving
Because she hates the way she looks
And having to buy all those books
Those diet gurus are crooks
Playing on her emotions is the hook
That reeled her in from her little nook
She's miserable
All 125 pounds of her was crying out
For a way to escape right out
From dejection and self doubt
She just wanted to scream and shout
She saw only one solution as a route
Plastic surgery
Because it was the only way
To want to live another day
Without having to hope and pray
That she would not become afraid
And slit her wrists with a razor blade
Psychotherapy
So a doctor she took herself to
And guess what that quack wanted to do
Rhinoplasty her nose into
One like little Cindy Lou Who
Said he’d make it like brand new
She bought it
Because her nose was to be done
Next was her chin—it looked like a Cinnabon
No wonder she was being shunned
He said he’d spare her the dejection
and give her a neck like an elegant swan
She believed it
Next was her breasts—they needed a lift
The size does matter if you catch my drift
Your popularity will benefit
From putting some silicone in your tit
Its quite exciting, you’ll have to admit
She oohed
Because her abs and butt were a terrible blight
To leave them like that it would not look right
They needed to look taut and tight
What a plight!
Liposuction would be a wonderful sight
She aahed
Surgery was schedule for tomorrow at dawn
She didn’t see how she could do any wrong
She went shopping and bought a new thong
Her depression was gone
She felt twice as strong
Is she delusional?
The surgery happened right on time
Where’s the police-isn’t this a crime
This girl looks absolutely fine
What is flawed is just her mind
Society has not been kind
Is she to blame?
Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one:
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time.
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle.
The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.
You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing -
The somebodies are setting traps.
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift.
Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know!
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”.
Those of you who hear me "Holla":
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.
Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.!
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.
I heard ‘sorry for your loss”
I replied’ thank you for your condolence”
Is my life also over?
It is for the departed
Is life now worth living?
I am so broken hearted.
No words to hear
Or touches to feel
Life is a burden
It’s so unreal.
A mask I must wear
To hide my sullen face
With open arms I reach out
But feel no warm embrace.
No spirit left, that died too
On that very same day,
I must go on living
Life is here to stay
Can my devastation be uplifted?
How do I do that all alone?
I never thought about this before
For me this was something unknown.
Life is still within me
My love has lost that gift,
Life handed me a lemon
Do you catch my drift?
What will I feel in time to come?
Are there answers outside my window?
Who will guide me thru this deprivation?
I don’t want to be a widow.
Where is the hope that I should hold?
Is there light that I cannot foresee?
I am despondent I cannot wait
How much time will there need be?
I must keep my head above water
It’s the only way to survive
I need to stand tall and not falter
I will listen closely and honestly strive.
Please don’t leave me in such despair
Grant me courage and fortitude,
Call upon me with divine words
Present me refinement for this mood.
A purpose in life was granted
Created and blessed by God as a gift
Times will be difficult in my search
How do I find meaning and a lift.
Days will feel like nights
Darkness surrounds me every hour,
I must change my outlook on life
Please Lord, grant me that special power.
I have a need to find comfort
This is a first step I must take,
I could lie here in misery and feel sad
She would say ‘go on living for your sake”.
In Genesis, we find the beginning of creation
A special meaning and purpose in life,
Spirituality and faith is necessary
To overcome adversities and exceed in strife
Thank you Lord for listening and caring
Shedding light to show the way
Answering my prayer to fulfillment
I will follow you each day.
Now gather round this here campfire
y'all kind good folk
Sit down get and make yourselves
real comfy and toast a marshmallow
Because this is a Freestyle Hoedown
ain't it all of us here have come to see
and i am about to get this party started
So here's a little ditty im about to spit
if you follow my flow and catch my drift
please feel free to join in and sing along
Hey- Diddle - Dee
Slap a my thigh
Fiddle - Dee- Dee
I'm a simple country boy at heart
not 1 of them city slicker
Who enjoys the simple things and
pleasures of the outdoors life such as
My shack and outhouse I constructed
myself with my own bare hands that
provides me shelter when I am not out
roaming the plains
A cowboy hat tin of beans cup of coffee
whiskey bottle and thick warm blanket
to sleep under the star's at night
I live off the land and anything else I
need it can't provide all I have to do
is take a ride into town I can purchase
from the supplies store
And my mode of transportation I use to
get there is my trusty Mustang of the
four legged type 1 B.H.P under the
hood that comes with a saddle
not 1 of the modern day muscle car variety
You see I'll take my chances all day long
Dancing with these Wild Wolves rather
than the one's on Wall street
Because at least there was some form
of law and a Sheriff in Dodge
Whereas
Wall street is totally and utterly lawless
run by cowboys who have the Sheriff's
and the Judge on their payroll
Who will railroad you straight to jail
choose to throw away the key or
hang you
Music Score provided by
( Deliverance Banjo )
&
( A Fistful of Dollars More )
&
( The Bad & the Downright Ugly )
Icy zephyrs slice through my cloak, a spectral wind,
Exhale of dread, shudder and hasten, tremors awaken,
Sensation of unseen gazes, pivot, yet no soul in sight.
Hehe, narrow escape, her beauty, a tantalizing treat,
morsel I yearn to savor, if you catch my drift,
smirk unfurls across my visage as I skulk and stalk,
trickle of anticipation as I admire her sway.
Breach my sanctuary with a thunderous lock,
Gooseflesh rises, dismiss it, merely the chill,
Uncertain, I shutter the blinds before shedding my coat,
Fingertips smart as I brew a mug of molten chocolate.
Cruel temptress, dart and weave, striving to glimpse,
Scaling a neighboring oak, yet nothing, throat grumbles,
Masked shadow, neighbors crumble, seize the phone.
Summoned by a neighbor, why would they beckon?
Brows knit, something's amiss, I open blind,
Darkness reigns, I hear breaths, a hello leaves my lips,
A hollow tone, I stare at it, disconnect, gaze out again.
Approach, my sweet petite morsel, baste you just right,
Succulent mahogany, savory tangy rinds, mmmh,
She ventures outside, she's mine, a feast awaits,
An all you can feast gavotte, tiny whine and dine.
Survey the path crossing the street, bang on the door,
Slowly it creaks, mirror directly before me,
The reflection dipped crimson, is that my image,
It moves, I remain still, is this… is this a dream?
That's because you're me, we have a meal to prepare...
Impossible, I've done nothing… you're mad!
Then where did you vanish? I don't know, I can't...
Now I comprehend, ventured for a slow roast.
Slathered with a ruby sauce and gravy with toast.
Welcome everyone to Part 3 on my list;
Again with some Random Thoughts if you catch my drift.
Starting anew with so much things going wrong;
I know my life sucked but I had to be strong.
In a better place, not close to what i thought it could be;
Doing my best to hide how i feel, me doing me.
So many times have people ed me over in life;
It took some time to forgive them, to let go of the strife.
I have a million things running through my head ;
Like everyone else I should be laying in bed.
Not mad at anyone, I can say I'm content;
With where my lifes heading its like flipping a cent.
Heads or tails, what will it be
Unlucky or Lucky, doesn't matter to me.
People of the past finding success in what they love,
Makes me strive harder to fly like a dove.
Like beautiful poetry high in the sky;
Flapping it's wings, feeling so alive.
I'm going to be something, thats how it's going to be;
Until then though it's going to be me being me.
Alot of you know me and know what I'm about;
Alot of you know my past, but can't figure it out.
I have ed up in my life and have burned many bridges;
If you haven't accepted my apologies, then off es!
I'm not doing this for closure, not even a lil bit;
If I have wronged you, know that I feel like .
Things have opened my eyes to the ways of my past;
Showing me that I was a BIG GIANT ASS.
Drugs ruined my Life, Many were there to see it happen;
Memories would be made, None will be forgotten.
I write a lot of things down, now, that I never did before;
I guess I should leave them for My Random Thoughts: Part 4
Form:
She’s sultry and she’s sexy
Sunday morning yet kind of wild
And if I get to I can tell you
I’d gladly throw in the towel
I can’t think of even one
Other thing I’d rather do
Fore my time on this earth ends
Before all my days are through
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
She’s got my want to overflowing
Can’t get a handle on myself
This rusty pails awaiting
These holes can’t fill themselves
Gonna take it nice and easy
Fill it clear up to the top
Once I get my fill I’ll need refilled
I ain’t ever gonna stop
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
Some men live for money
But you’re only rich if you find love
Am I half full or half empty
It’s all just because...
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
On my bucket list there’s a dying wish
I’d love to fulfill....some day...
Once I begin, words arise and flow,
They won't cease, for that would be a crime, you know.
I won't sin, I've doubted enough on my own,
Look at me, say you love me, in the mirror, be shown.
Feel, live, love, embrace until you burst,
Explode like a bomb, upon my roof, a poetic outburst.
Snatch my soul, if it still resides within,
Oh, what a pity, a sorrow I feel, let the verses begin.
God, grant me patience, I'm losing my sense,
Let's pause, take a deep breath, recompense.
All okay? Did you comprehend my rhyme?
If you wish, I'll slow down, like a breeze in its prime.
Gentle wind, not a harsh, biting gust,
A breeze or a smile, in you, I trust.
Smile when you gaze upon me, eyes that don't lie,
But I beg, deceive me, let sweet lies amplify.
Not smart nor coherent, this choice I make,
But I prefer sweet lies, my ears they won't break.
Do you catch my drift, understand my plea?
It's an odd request, but indulge me, let it be.
Not wise or logical, this path that I take,
Seeking peace, avoiding harm for my own sake.
Already ruined, beyond your salvation,
A glimmer of hope, a faint revelation.
What a shame, no pity owed from me,
Rejoice, for I won't suffer, set me free.
I won't bother you anymore, this text finds its end,
A whisper, a shout, a sigh, to which air may not attend.
Ah, I regret wasting your precious time,
My talent lacking, a feeble rhyme.
But perhaps, it brings a bit of cheer,
A small gift to make you a tad more sincere.
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It took time to remove
The stones that formed the arch
That’s the place above the gates
Under which their armies marched
But we remained very quite
Observing through the cracks
Drinking bottled wine
And nibbling on some snacks
They finally cleared a way
And opened the gates wide
Then laid their hands upon the ropes
To pull our ass inside
There were times, I felt cunning
And times I felt amused
That men of such intellect
Could fall for such a ruse
But, be it as it may
My concern is only this
To burst out of this ass
And take a good long p**s
I know what you’re thinking
And I’d like to keep it clean
But as you know how stories go
I have to paint the scene
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When they got us in the city
There was music in the air
The Trojan started dancing
Food and drink were everywhere
There were pigs biting apples
Above the flames formed in a pit
With every sort of creature
They could skewer upon a spit
Oh, and wine flowed from fountains
And confections by the score
The soldiers ate and drank
Till they couldn’t feast , no more
Their priest stopped by at midnight
To bless our parting gift
And I christened it myself
If you kinda catch my drift
It was early morning hours
When the last ones fell to sleep
So we opened up the hatch
And we began to creep
Down a rope, we slid slowly
To the ground we made our way
To the gates that we must open
At last I’ll have the day
To be continued..............
"This generation is polluted, by the distribution of the optical illusion that everything is always brighter on the other side, but sometimes bright isn't always right, ya see everything that's bright is not right because at night all you see is cop lights and deaths of innocent souls who always end up being not white, and somehow their unarmed but that police officer always holds that glock tight, and it's sad when you got more vulgar pics on Facebook & Instagram, than more of those same women motivating the same stereotypical uneducated and misguided black men, so that we can change the breaking news from who killed the man to look at that black successful businessman, that's a simple plan and believe me when I say we have the key to this in our hands, we crossed the line as a whole....that line is getting thinner & thinner, we're quick to judge other situations while we sometimes have similar problems tapping us on the shoulder in our bathroom mirrors, today we wipe em clearer, nowadays it has become more common when we can't commit, got about as many soaked handkerchiefs that wiped the tears away from past relationships, now ain't that a.....lol y'all catch my drift, threw so much at ya you can't even catch my pitch, as each day goes by the end is nearer, things get crazy and might seem wierder....but just be sure you're happy with that reflection that stares back at you in the mirror!"