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The mind is a womb
Copulate it
Let the semen of reason
Part the legs of its cervix
And you will see
When moth struggles before its born
The power of its dreams for flight
Words are eggs, you know
Virginal eggs,
I saw him hatch them into bricks
Of ideas that he could carve
Like an Edna exhibit
All copulation must spontaneous
A true gentleman has that gift
Not to force his feelings
On his betrothed
He was also scholar, you know
A sort of poet
That prefer metaphors to the conflict
Of chisel and wood
He had such a mastery of the rhetoric
I mean he understood them better than us
For he did not only speak like them
But spoke their strategy better than them
I sometimes wondered how he knew himself
Apart.
Its sort of seemed ironic
That he did have the anger that Fanon composed
Unless wit is a subtle part of it
May be environment is such a part of it
The cool, I mean
We say that about Manchesterians
Roxborough,
If it could produce the soldier-scholar
Could not have produced just a little fire
Even for the cremation of his brother, Roy
Perhaps it was the mix blood ...
Busta said that his mother was Taino
I do not understand is who mixed them though
There is an overt statement of force to be made
A rape scrubbed from the memory
For how could one half of hm
Become so invisible ...
The mission I mean.
I must rule
More than wood, and more
Than water
For my destiny
Is more than what men may leech
So I am not exploited
I am killed for this robbery
And here I am left
A dead man on a throne
Here I am
Shrouded with self government
And staring into the empty eyes
Of children
So why do I love him then
Was it alone because my father
Fashioned my world for me
Gave me this icon
For proximity the barbarians
Who snatched my mother
Washing her white linen one day
From the sweet river
Do not take that thought to the bank
Where my children play
This man deserves his accolade
If only for taking blindness from my mind
If only for letting me know
The chain had never rattled their
And even in their own words
I could look at the world
And ask "why not?"
He gave me a ladder to my education
That was some gift,
Quite the best of all I am given
O it so beautiful to copulate the mind
Or hold hands through the annals
And see this Manley,
This little fountain of great ambition
Flowing at my lips.
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panorama that refer to your endless being as it to you as a genuine Human!! Skip the personnaplanetary politicorhetoic in which we need to believe so we can catagorize ourselves from those different than our cowardice selves. Welcome to the new American Administration of thought gun police??????????????? Non brain cell participants need reply. Your destiny is ass ured.
Take leave of this
Veneer of contented containment
Go tell your thoughts
Delineate the shades of
Dusk and the dark
Beneath the ashes sleep
Never renews this life
Little lived over and
Out like a wick
Talk takes the teacher
Like a bishop
To a castled king
Every dog has his
Day to be dinner
This cat brings change
In pockets and spades
To end topside under
Save for the hoarders
Would never come clean
Taken on winged whimsy
Spirited by Whippoorwill whispers
The embodied evanescent manifest
Who will we be
If not our past?
My veto to open
Wounds which speak softly
Ask water for warmth
And be blue brother
This synergistic system swims
The sun’s waves unaware
Our staple star unsurpassed
Suits in summer sweat
Cares with shares shift
Snow smarts the smile
Forget the global goal
In green smoke screen
Flower followers find bipeds
Take form like frogs
Business positions the tenured
The problem of power
Byproduct of professional profit
Please contact pink pig
For your pension pending
Glycerin unit vesting schedule
Fabricated and economy dressed
To eat your supper
Triangulate solution in vibrations
Sew me sound anew
Blessed songs self orient
Find joy in organization
By collaborative competition clout
Comes together they think
Through this conveyance compute
Corporate costs of copy
The tiny minds till
Their tares of cracked
Cash creates crossed functions
Yeomen wish for work
The biggest as best
Cycle while you winter
Here until your dreams
Tell you how to
Find rest in conflux
Cubed days make mockery
Of our false freedom
The office of night
Abate anathema gluttonous worm
Is light like knowledge?
Copulate nothing she says
Keep a bed about
See the ritual repeated
Growing gives the go
For rockets to assail
The reign of secret silence
Push past these principalities
A planetary pull Possessing
The answer for all
Beggaring questions more able
As balloons held aloof
With room for rain
Safety beneath a roof
Bowing before promise paramount
Barren oh barren,
Who are you?
To suck away the pride in a woman’s cradle?
Healers attempted to resolve u with vague riddles!
A deadly monster you are, BARREN!
Tell me who gave you that WARRANT?
To deny someone the joy of being a PARENT!
Innocent seeds sprinkled on sweet fountains do not GERMINATE.
Why are you filled with such HATE??
Rate the destruction you CREATE...
Beautiful families are breaking because of YOU BARREN.
Solid couples now speak in sign languages
They point fingers at each other, all because of YOU BARREN!
Tears now fill up their bath TUBS...
Soaking in the misery you bring and resort to PUBS!
You feeble nightmare!
God created man and woman to PROCREATE,
Who are you to deny them to COPULATE?
You are not mighty but remember...
Hannah defeated you,
Rust in her womb turned into GOLD!
I’m here to reveal the secret to make u COLD.
For multitudes to stand against u and be BOLD!
My dears, start praying without CEASING,
For barren is a temporal SEASON!
Barren oh barren,
You are defeated.
You cant raid homes and leave souls DELAPIDATED!
A childless woman grieve, cognizing she is only CONSTIPATED!
Hoping she got IMPREGNATED!
Barren oh barren!
You are FAKE,
Dear man, arise and assist your woman to BAKE!
TAKE her hand, her oven is ready to INCUBATE!
No need to strangle each other in DEBATE!
For the chain of bareness within you are about to BREAK!
Barren oh barren
Melt your ego and disappear.
My dears, no need to be DERRANGED,
Your non-offspring life is being ARRANGED!
Woman! Why do you despair?
Yet u know your course is due every month?
You my brothers, why, why, WHY? that you have to belittle yourselves like you are permanently vasectomized!
Yet you are aware of rich JUICE INDUCED from your fresh seed!
My people have Faith, be BRAVE!
Create no room FOR BARREN;
FOR BARREN is being dragged to her GRAVE!
Barren oh barren,
You are not PERMANENT...
for they will get PREGNANT!
Barren oh barren, they will be a resurrection!??
By Lebo-G FAITH Samson
03/04/2018 @1258????
Ignominy hewed into comeuppance,
where yours truly aggrieved state
far worse fate
than becoming deceased, though
years gone by since meek kin
grievously afflicted soundly did berate
deplorable marital indiscretion
this mister (wordsmith) forced opaque
double life undetected
confession subsequently told mate,
she (nor eldest daughter)
riled, none to pleased, nonplussed
the latter (now living/working of late
San Francisco, California),
thus distance doth abate
plus elapsed time buffer zone
lessens lesson learned never to copulate
(best if done early at any rate)
still loathes (at least smolders)
apt appellation liaison found papa
caught with figurative pants down lil mandate
formerly loosed upon Venus to excavate
as no fallacy warm prickly didst deflate
no stranger as expletive ingrate
attests no more Casanova trait
deservedly called him regarding
extramarital tete a tete
apology made forgiveness accepted,
thou accept culpability I narrate
wife high infidelity transgression,
mine inferiority complex
sex seeded to emasculate
all throughout boyhood,
adolescence, young manhood,
veritable entire lifetime spate
whereby fourscore and seven years ago
minus seventeen orbitz hied dedicate
mastermind pursuit didst facilitate
matt's scott's getgo automatically
begat self worthlessness
dismal social withdrawal didst accentuate
courtesy threatening taunts,
name calling, bullying as master bait
helped discredit any shred and underrate
me yet, now vestigial self confidence
helps me to reevaluate
within calmer metaphorical seas
how to steer this wallowing,
lumbering, aging... frigate
plus a brief plug for Colgate,
nonetheless choppers rotted
legacy courtesy dental quandary...
subsequently oral crisis did abate
quick lemme abbreviate
courtesy periodontal disease
dentures fitted hence concludes
tracked train of thought I freight.
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
" 1st price, poetry
contest,
poemsclub.com,
April 2014"
When writing righting poetry proceed with the following corporeal caution:
assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included)
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.
The female Black Widow Spider, they all do the same
When they copulate with their mate, the next thing you know he is dead
And so goes the cycle, kind of like the game you play
The Statues of Limitations, it has no time frame
But little lady, God has a price on your head
You will pay, come Judgment Day
Old Joe, was a proud Mexican man when he was alive
They said that he could fix anything, Helluva mechanic
After work, would always have a few beers with his friends
But you made it to where he could not survive
God, the way that he died was traumatic
They all remember, he had a lot of friends
They maybe be old and can't remember five minutes ago, yesterday is clear as a bell
Of all the good times they had with Old Joe, the tales they told me
They way that he died, left a bad taste in their mouth that will not go away
They get to talking, do they have a story to tell
Sooner or later you will have to plead guilty
I figure that old cocaine, will run out on you someday
Old Joe is in the grave, cause you put him there
But his spirit will come to visit you, when you are trying to sleep
You see sweetheart, God has a way of not leaving you alone
If I were a gambling man I bet you don't have a prayer
At night, I reckon you will be counting sheep
The thoughts of Old Joe's ghost will be chilling you to the bone
"Just thought I would drop by and leave a few recollections in your head"
"Not to worry you any, just something for you to think about"
"I know you keep telling everyone that you are not guilty"
"But we have to remember, that is not what all of his friends have said"
"When the jury come back, I don't think that there will be any doubt"
"Sooner or later, we all have to face reality"
Form:
can we demean a mean word?
can we abrogate its mean intent?
who can voice the "n" word?
you know the one I mean
rhymes bigger but it's Not
some people of a pigment
take great offense at it
while their bro's say it raps
with heart an' appreciation
denouncing a whitish oppression
an anatomical word that rhymes punt
that some of gender can't or
won't hear of hearing it
in any context taken,
a personal affront
the f'ing word fills some with ire
that word that wraps up firetruck
and puzzles those physical desires
copulate 'stead that might be struck
who would give a mere word power
to rule over their own heart?
why everyone would blankly agree
that mere words have the power to
affront, to wound, to scathe
yet closer, more focused one notes
too see, that arcs and lines
to form letters so words are
just that, representation thought
of idea, no intent sold or bought
the skin wanes and then thickens
with some words i do reckon
hurt still and some discomfort
a part of words so encumbered
words like, useless, unimportant,
illiterate, futile, unworthy, bad,
expendable, are to the soul, anything
but commendable, but express thought
of places stood, direction to take
the ancient Jews decided that their
name for god must not be spoken
by mere women or men, even children
a sacrilege and affront to derogate
almighty, god, Yahweh, YHWH, Adonai
a very utterance against creator
yet never occur that every utterance
origins from such, if god is, as said
"I am that I am" then
I voice that is heard
what is a word, is just that word with
only power or potency, that I give it
© Goode Guy 2013-03-23
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Names_of_God_in_Judaism#YHWH
For I wonder how this world
would be if people didn't judge
one another
For I wonder if we were all
blind would we embrace love
more from any nationality
For I wonder if we kept corporal
punishment in schools would
we have so many people killed
by our children today
For I wonder if parents would
teach their children to eat
healthy and the reasons why to
if fast food places would go out
of business
For I wonder if our girls were
taught that having copulation
with so many men they would
not only have a Chance of
picking up disease but having
several different spirits entering
their body's would so many of
them fornicate still
For I wonder because when
people judge one another it
leads to ..color/nationality
causes family to be torn apart
due to some individuals loving
out of their race..no corporal
punishment leads to our
children having no
structure...fast foods are given
majority of the time to
substitute for a home cook
meal...when our girls realize
that if they have a new partner
and they recall the prior
partner(s) during that moment
they should realize that those
men left their spirits within
their mind body and soul.. For
if we read our Daily Word/Bible
we would know do not judge
and be
not judge. Love one another as
He loves us. For earthly/natural
food were given not only to
feed our guts but to cure
ourselves
instead of depending upon man
made/chemical induced foods.
Spear the rod spoil the child.
You should not copulate not
unless you are married. All of
these tools leaves us to protect
ourselves but many choose to
do the latter
Form: