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I am not amazed he lost both sight and fight
She walked unfettered into calm
In "Paris Blues" one peach-clad pussycat was pursued
The Proprietor's goal lacked glitter
Historically, he knew better
She departed
He felt the blues
He wore imaginary badge of entitlement
and breathe air of pseudo pride
She read his lips, looked him in the eyes
Then smiled her clairvoyant smile
His words were weighed on scale Source
She sat snug with fuel from the Source
She knew lighthouses affording light that guides
They were transparent with genuine streaks
Should entitlement be legalized?
One fine day, more folks will cut the crap
They'll stop getting what they've got
crippling the crippled now stats
The dumb, the deaf, the blind is made new
What goal of goal beckons you?
*
"Wrapped"
(Verse 1)
Swaddled, cuddled
Oooohhhh I feel snuggled
Warmth of a heart
Where do I start
Feeling so safe
Don't want to leave this place
But I know got to get up
Can't live my life tucked (tucked)
Hanging on barely by a strap
I need to be re wrapped
(Chorus)
Falling out of a place
With myself I did not chase
Chase my dreams
By any means (means)
So where do I see
Where do I look (look)
Don't want to be left off the hook
No longer trapped
Just want to be wrapped
(Verse 2)
Wrapped in myself
With no excuses
Loving me for me
Time to get use to this
Where has all this come from
People thought i would
Stay down huh?
I want to succeed
Please here my plead
Let go of my wants
Focus on my needs
I need to do better
And that's the truth
In speaking out to the youth
You got time to fix it (fix it)
So cut the crap
And get re wrapped
(Chorus)
Falling out of a place
With myself I did not chase
Chase my dreams
By any means (means)
So where do I see
Where do I look (look)
Don't want to be left off the hook
No longer trapped
Just want to be wrapped
(Hook)
Trade in my circumstances and trials (and trials)
Go after me for a while (a while)
Listen to where my heart goes
No matter what life may throw
Get on the right track
No switching lanes
Because it's me I'm going to change
But I'm changing for myself
With Jesus he's my help
Talking through tip tap
I want to be wrapped
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
3/10/2015
A friend of mine once inquired
if I had suicide on my brain.
"EVERY TIME I SEE YOU...
you chase away the rain."
She looked a little puzzled
but thanked me none the less, adding:
"Are you sure you're not contemplating
the end of all your stress?"
"Why," said I, "should I decide
to end this life sublime
when all I want right here and now
is one more round of wine?"
"So cut the crap, go take a nap
or bring me red rose',
you're killing me with your questions
and all I want to do is play!"
Still she could not let it go
and asked me once again -
"Are you SURE you're not considering
a permanent vacation, my friend?"
"Enough, enough of all this stuff
regarding grassy graves,
If you ask me one more time again
it's yours that will be made!"
And so she finally took the hint
that I'm finer than a frogs hair cut -
Never the less, I thanked her profusely
for caring so very much.
* Inspired by a very special lady here in PSoup (who shall remain anonymous), recently concerned about my state of mind. I couldn't help but be impressed and touched by her genuine concern and felt compelled to reassure her that I'm "Finer than a frogs hair cut." On a more serious note, REAL suicide is nothing to laugh about and if this poem offends anyone, I sincerely apologize and mean no disrespect to anyone touched by it's sad results. All the best, Terry
Gus shook his head and began pairing
everyone up in teams...
Then, WailersWitch walked in.
Followed closely by EllenDegenerate
who was sniffing behind WailersWitch
and snaking the air with her forked tongue
between her fingers.
Degenerate had a shirt on that suspiciously
resembled buildings at Little St. James Island,
a resort for orphans that she contributed to.
Then, Michael Ofelellah walked in with RufePal,
"we're here and we're ...
we choreographed the White Houses Nutcracker
for the White Powder Holidays, now, it's time to get something black!
They opened a mini dome of the rock
box and inside was a demon.
Yes, from inside, popped out
WhoopieCushionPatsy, her dirty
dreadlocks dangled in the air
with filthy pride that reminded one
of a dust storm swirling magically
in a sewage treatment plant, swirling waste
and racing them like Americas Cup.
"Anybody getting a good view of my anti-white princessness, yes it is truly ME!"
Michael cut in, cut the crap Whoopie,
we have a world to subdue before Hillary hogs it all...
Form:
Under your spell
Am I in heaven or hell?
I’ve bled too many times
The clock still chimes
Under your spell
You torture me…I’m falling in a well
I’ve said “I love you” too many times
The clock still chimes
My dreams are broken
But, I feel good with you around
I’m sorry, I must flee and open
Up the gate to peace…you threw me to the ground
Under your spell
I’ve lost my mind…oh well
I’ve been lost for so long
Life’s like a song
Under your spell
You defeated me…with your spell
I’ve said “I hate you”, but I don’t mean it
I love you, friend – at least I admit it
My dreams are broken
But, I feel good with you around
I’m sorry, I must flee and open
Up the gate to elation…you pick me up from the ground
And you are forgiven
Under your spell
I can’t believe I’ve fallen in your trap
Can you hear me in the well?
I can’t believe you have threw me in here – cut the crap
Under your spell
I’m looking overhead for some sunlight
Pour forth bliss upon me…get me out of this living hell
Hold on…don’t let go of me…good night
Good night…take flight tonight
GET IT STRAIGHT BBL
Let the wind be still
I wanna speak below my breathe
Let d breeze blow with ease
I want to sneeze but in peace
Let the beautiful flower blossom in red
I wanna speak and be heard
I'm the head and I lead the herd
So listen to what I've read and heard
The oceans accused the lake of been calm and too quiet
Ever told you that we only marvel at you bounds but disgusted at your unrest
I give credits to the rats that race, graze, brace and play but all on the land
Shame on you bats that grace the sky in the dark clouds, forming and copy the birds in the nite
Yet you seek refuge and lay still on the tree during the day and you all struggle tu hide your face chucking into one another.
You live a fake live of rose flowers
You spread a colourful red garment during the day. Making us believe all is well with you
Yet you shiver in pain and suffer gruesome loneliness in the merciless cold nite.
This you do day in day out
You accuse them of being too quiet
Yet you harbour offensive smell behind your voice
The world only know peace when you speak no word
Our happiness only blossom when you mind your business
You call him a rock
But he melts at the thought of you
You call him a gold sculpture. Yet the rain wash off the clay legs as he fades out
You brag you feed him flesh and fat
How come he vomits shaft and bones
Lie not to us and deceive yourself no more
If you can't make me happy
Please take not my Joy away from me
If you can't run her race for her
Please don't drag her along the path
If you think it's a huddle
Remember our time starts differently
If the red ribbon is your target tu cross
She's got a future beyond across
If you race to win the cup
Her pace is to stay atop
Ruin not her happiness for me
She's the Lady I value
She's the Lady I cherish
She's the lady of my dream
She's the lady I treasure
A rare gem beyond the coast
Pearl of value
Lady of honour.
Listen not to the bleats
You're not meant for their stables
But at the tables with the kings
Dressed in regalia of the royals
Your space is secured
Not up for grab
Not up for none but you.
Tell them tu cut the crap.
6/1/22
Been in a chokehold
This world can be so cold
Lucky if you can grow old
Often things shook up like a snow globe
Do you know what it's like to have no home?
On the population a government spies, they do or don't probe
Experienced firsthand, unable to document on a GoPro
What's up with the dodos
And all these bozos
For the protection of me and Toto
I'm packing a fo-fo
Always keeping an eye out for po-po
They put out another bolo
I often ride around solo
And pop a rolo
Since it's yolo
I can't settle for so-so
I need it all by the boatload
It's all not a joke yo
The last thing I need to do is drink and smoke mo
It's a no go
Cut the crap and quit it with the low blows
Unless you want me to slit your throat slow
Since I'm dangerous like Oso
I've got no fomo
it if any folks know
I'm falling for no hoe
For the longest time, it was just me and Jojo
From here to Kyoto
The proof is there not just in the form of photo
Did a wheelie
Always ed up for really
Sometimes off a pilly
Yo what's the dilly
Why've you been acting silly
Misunderstood they'll never feel me
Can't stop myself from overdoing it with what can kill me
I've got a f***ed up feeling, I'm the goat like Billy
But I've been in a ghillie
Hiding among the lilies
No matter if it's scorching or chilly
From here to way beyond Philly
It's way bigger than a Milli
People remain locked up or they're still free
In the end you won't or you will see
Limiting themselves from full potential they are guilty
In a world that continues to be beautiful yet filthy
It's difficult to maintain tranquility
Not always smooth and silky
In a galaxy they deemed as 'Milky'
For there to be success it had to be done skillfully
With brilliancy and agility