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Ever since I can
remember, goin
way back when, I've
looked for
something slightly
diff'rent in my
women friends,
intelligence and
plus the skills to go
hook up a steak,
the lady rollin 'round
with me can push a
little weight.
Not talkin Rick
Rozay, that kinda
weight can get you
10, to life as easily
as breathin, locked
up in the pen,
the weight I'm talkin
bout don't have a
point scale in
between, size 26 in
Big Girls World
physiques start
size 16.
A guy like me don't
sweat a woman's
stomach blowin up,
a treat when time to
eat I simply hold
the stomach up,
my nose needs
precious oxygen to
breathe it deep
inside, increase my
lung capacity
betweenst a big
girl's thighs.
The skinny chicks
are not for me, they
just don't do a
thing, in fact they
need potato salad
with some chicken
wings,
don't throw them
bones away half
eaten, go 'head, lick
em clean, and nap
out on the itis, put
some thickness in
those jeans.
No matter what
folks think or say I'll
make a big girl
glow, my dragon
was the last that
made her shine
from head to toe,
sho nuff there'll be
some opposition to
these ways I kick,
I'd treat the haters
like R. Kelly, they
can taste my rinse.
Enough with the
vulgarity cause I
won't miss my cue,
the big girls of this
planet, these are
words I spit for you,
to put it out that
Papa cares,
displayed with
proper flair, I'll grab
a white girl's goldie
locks so call me
Papa Bear.
Regardless of the
race or creed I'll win
the race indeed, my
big girls grab your
running shoes then
come and race with
me,
to lust filled nights
in hotel rooms,
there's always
vacancy, we'll run
like DMC forever in
the place to be.
I'm stuck inside a
world where all the
girls are large in life,
despite that 90s
movie I'll be livin
large tonight,
as easily as most
can prob'ly spin a
string of pearls, I'm
not ashamed to say
it, yes I live in Big
Girls World.
Ever since I can remember, goin way back when, I've
looked for something slightly diff'rent in my women
friends,
intelligence and plus the skills to go hook up a
steak, the lady rollin 'round with me can push a little
weight.
Not talkin Ricky Ross, that kinda weight can get you
10, to life as easily as breathin, locked up in the pen,
the weight I'm talkin bout don't have a point scale in
between, size 26 in Big Girls World physiques start
size 16.
A guy like me don't sweat a woman's stomach
blowin up, a treat when time to eat I simply hold the
stomach up,
my nose needs precious oxygen to breathe it deep
inside, increase my lung capacity betweenst a big
girl's thighs.
The skinny chicks are not for me, they just don't do a
thing, in fact they need potato salad with some
chicken wings,
don't throw them bones away half eaten, go 'head,
lick em clean, and nap out on the itis, put some
thickness in those jeans.
No matter what folks think or say I'll make a big girl
glow, my dragon was the last that made her shine
from head to toe,
sho nuff there'll be some opposition to these ways I
kick, I'd treat the haters like R. Kelly, give em ALL a
rinse.
Enough with the vulgarity cause I won't miss my cue,
the big girls of this planet, these are words I spit for
you,
to put it out that Papa cares, displayed with proper
flair, I'll grab a white girl's golden locks so call me
Papa Bear.
Regardless of the race or creed I'll win the race
indeed, my big girls grab your running shoes then
come and race with me,
to lust filled nights in hotel rooms, there's always
vacancy, we'll run like DMC forever in the place to be.
I'm stuck inside a world where all the girls are large
in life, despite that 90s movie I'll be livin large tonight,
as easily as most can prob'ly spin a string of pearls,
I'm not ashamed to say it, yes I live in Big Girls World.
they say one man's trash is another man's treasure, that's what Quince tells me....
they think of girls in a violent and sick way, that's what quince tells me....
they laugh at jokes that make no sense and start a fight for the fun of it, but why is
Quince so different....
he tells me stories and makes me laugh, he says we're going down the right path, he
listens to my rambles and smiles, his love makes my life worth while....
driving home from work,
i'm feeling worried,
my phone rings and I pick it up
what's comes next makes me hurry....
Quince was out buying me flowers, a drunk man had came in the shop, carrying a gun he held
it high, he was a lost and confused guy,Quince tried to persuade him, telling him it was
alright, but that one ignorant man killed my Quince, not just one shot, but over and over
again.....
i'm at the hospital and they tell me to stay quiet, i'm sobbing and yelling, making a huge
riot, but then as I come into his room I immediately stopped, his heart had been shot....
he tells me not to worry as I look with wide-eyed, he tells me its ok, he knows I'm going
to cry, and with my hand he pulls me close, with one kiss I lose control.....
he died the next morning, a smile on his lovely face, I knew he was going to die, but the
image I dread, I looked at the table next to him, and sitting by his water was a letter
that read....
This was perfect and I know it sounds strange, but I wanted to die this way, and not by
getting shot but by being by you, watching you cry was my rain, seeing you smile showed
me the light, holding your hand kept me safe at night, seeing your emotions one at a time,
a rainbow escaped you and I joined the ride, your sweet kisses i'll miss, I love you my
darling and always will
Form:
As far as I can recall he has always been there
The memories of when we first met are concrete in my heart
All along never leaving my side he stood thorug bad and fair
Its so hard to know I will never see him again, I break again and again, why did he part
A birthday I never knew, for the day came and went until I met him, my truest friend
We grew up together, troubled was my family, I found myself spending most of my youth with his
No matter what turns life took me on, there he was, always in he I could depend
How can I bare such pain, why he? Why this?
A cake, it all started there, April 11th was the day, in which I was born
Eager to see me smile, he brougth a cake to my joy on my 11th year of life
A feeling took over me, I did not know how to react so I just began to weep
As I had never been around true affection since then, a joy he gave that my heart will forever keep
After high school we parted, as we grew into men
I missed all the sleep overs, movies and video games
Bolony sandwiches, popcorn, and the tears that we shared as we got into women
A lot of many feelings I first felt with he to aid my pains
I look to the sky I know he looks down upon me
I can feel his presense all around, and I cry
Lord of mine why did he have to die?
I can no longer bare the anguish and fear, O' set me free
I shall never forget him, for he lives in my heart and memory
The greatest chapter so far in my story
I pray, for his well being along your side Father as You are love in the sky
Please, and I hear Your voice"don't cry"
-I'm memory of Jose S.
May you rest in peace brother, and truest friend.
1976-2004
Your the girl with a passionate heart.
You have heard this, I’m sure, for your age your thoroughly smart.
The creativity shown in your drawings are from your mind.
Your poems deep and meaning leave me improvement to find.
Your lyric’s and music are a big part of your life.
Without them, there would only be strife.
Your an artist in all ways, so you have much to be proud of.
Yes there is times in your past you do not love.
Every time you fall you pick yourself back up and keep going.
Grand Roy lived there so long, in that town you are truly all knowing.
Your friends always on your mind close to your heart, close to your soul.
In their lives to, you play the same role.
You had to leave them with no thoughts of what to come in this place.
In this place you met people with an ongoing pace.
You and I are friends this I know.
For everything you tell and show.
Most of everybody in their lives go through one move or another.
If you ever feel frustrated you have me to smother.
Take your anger out on me,
Cry on my shoulder,
Be truthful to me.
I’m here to support you Vall to the full extent I can.
All I ask is you don’t hold your emotions in,
Talk to me,
Fuel my soul with
hate, anger, depression, sorrow, oppression, happiness, honesty, enjoyment, and more.
I will listen to anything you have to say,
Just talk to me or someone else to avoid holding your emotions in.
This poem is in dedication to you Val, that’s it,
Hopefully you don’t think I’m full of it.
Express yourself to the full extent you can.
Hope you enjoyed this poem even though this end roamed.
Form:
Ever since I descended
On this earth I made a decision
My life my struggles up and downs and the world would be distant
If things got too deep my fist clinches
Opening I'm against it
Conquering your obstacles that's where the strength is
Angry pissed off mr Moore descriptions
Dishin physical and verbal assualts with a venomous vengeance
And I ignore them their opinion is nonsense
They know that side of me makin it's way to past tense
God is good devil is evil I'm both of their extension
God asked the devil to help create my existence
Just like almighty my help often goes unnoticed
Just like Lucifer the evil I commit gets exploded and noted
Come to the podium if knew him nobody approach it
Empty body of work no need to clothe it
Since the devil in me a blessing I can't be granted
Father left me can't you signs of abandonment
The one blessing he gave I drove away with my antics
Flipped the switch now our friendship damaged
It vanished into space and landed on another planet
Worked hard for obstacles that appear to be outlandish
Days numbered
Shot fire tear through attire but my soul left so my bodied was just
slumbered
Takin then came back and resurrected
In rest of the people I respected
Specs in the rapper consuelor dancer mother father together the person
connected
My story in those I selected
So upon my exit
They know in them I exist
So as I upsurge upward
I'll sit on clouds no forced in peace next to cj and grandpa as I send
my final words
Since I couldn't tell my life the chosen few cam spread to the world
Form:
Measures
...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind'
by Dylan Thomas
October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without
the rush of children stutter to a halt.
October blood suffuses to the hilt
my heavy heart, and calms a soul in doubt.
Images, bright images that have no
need of language, the pictures tell the tale,
a gang of schoolboys, picnic-packed, hale
and hearty, hoping for a hint of snow,
their teacher, raven-black, with no command.
Oaks stand guard, ramrod-straight like sentries,
rhododendrons, strong and sprawling bushes,
a place to smoke illicit contraband.
The dial at sunlight's pleasure points to time,
the weather vane makes plain the wind's direction,
no need of clock or any vain contraption
to guage the day, its reason or its rhyme.
The stillness of the morning and the day-glow,
and meadow grasses blessing me with softness,
the rippled waters thrilling me with sweetness,
what other measures do I need to know?
October blows a symphony of sighs,
of spells and incantations for the wise,
who, weather-worn and beaten, seek the skies
or haunt the woodlands for a siren's eyes,
for nature is the most compelling teacher,
companion to my father and my mother,
she cavils, then is kind, just like a brother,
and binds our earthly tapestry together.
Let me be that rose, that The Lord God, Himself ordained me to be. I must be that rose, that
gives the sweet smelling fragrance of hope to the downtrodden and the forgotten. I need to
be the sweet fragrance of love to the hateful. I shall be that sweet fragrance of peace to the
violent and the warmonger.
I will be the wonderous frangrance of truth to the liar. I must also be the sweet smelling
fragrance of courage to the cowardly. Yes, I will even be the sweet fragrance of
frankincense that was plucked from the resin of The African Trees, of strength to the
weakling. I really really need to be that rose, who's fragrance will cause the dissipation of
doubt and disbelief to overcome the impossible.
I wonna be that rose for all living, that breathes the sweet breath of life that inspires the
belief"I Can!" Can I be that radiant brown sweet smelling fragrant rose, that causes the
blind to behold the life of light as their sight? I must become that precious rose that will
sacrafice his place upon the bush that came from "The Rose Of Sharon" vine, that all may
know the perpetuating purpose of my life.
I hope to become that rose that shall bridge the gap of all our precious children hearts back
to the hearts of the fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, aunts, and God
Almighty. For "I Am That I Am," ordained me to be a brown rose, in the troublesome garden
of life, before I returne to my vine which I was plucked from. So, Please Let Me Be
That "Brown Rose."
Form:
The familiar phrase in Italian, ‘ciao’
closely links me to human understanding,
that relationship within one’s sanctuary
highlights its meaning of joy and bonding.
It’s a friendly salutation, a common greeting,
I like it as a cultured, ethical person,
I like it as a way to wish someone
With great respect and importance.
It makes me feel happy and recall
those beautiful people I met before
they’re real and caring souls
suffused with love and fear of God.
Perhaps others may wonder
why I always mention them;
through words and even in writing
they really deserve this revelation.
My friends in Brescia, Italy
Knew well that journey to be true
As friends or persons with faith
a gateway to sacred relationship.
Our friendship has gone through the years,
wth some gray hair and physical changes
yet in spite of distance and pregnant pause
we’ve remained good and loving friends.
Up in the hill where I spent some days with them
I came to know more their own struggle
having a family with kids growing
I could imagine the need to be strong.
Luigi and Patrizia, their names so beautiful
with their children – Alessandro and Claudia
who are truly precious gifts, a continuation;
the answer to their own vision and expectation.
I hope to visit them again in the near future
they’re special people to my heart and soul;
their countless kindness and thoughtfulness
will always make me remember their deep ‘ciao.’
Form:
...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind'
by Dylan Thomas
October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without
the rush of children stutter to a halt.
October blood suffuses to the hilt
my heavy heart, and calms a soul in doubt.
Images, bright images that have no
need of language, the pictures tell the tale,
a gang of schoolboys, picnic-packed, hale
and hearty, hoping for a hint of snow,
their teacher, raven-black, with no command.
Oaks stand guard, ramrod-straight like sentries,
rhododendrons, strong and sprawling bushes,
a place to smoke illicit contraband.
The dial at sunlight's pleasure points to time,
the weather vane makes plain the wind's direction,
no need of clock or any vain contraption
to guage the day, its reason or its rhyme.
The stillness of the morning and the day-glow,
and meadow grasses blessing me with softness,
the rippled waters thrilling me with sweetness,
what other measures do I need to know?
October blows a symphony of sighs,
of spells and incantations for the wise,
who, weather-worn and beaten, seek the skies
or haunt the woodlands for a siren's eyes,
for nature is the most compelling teacher,
companion to my father and my mother,
she cavils, then is kind, just like a brother,
and binds our earthly tapestry together.