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When I was at the Hilton
And I didn’t feel strong
You jumped a bandwagon
Yeah you were real wrong
And it’s taken many years to carry on
So I’m gonna tell it and put you where you belong
I would arrive at the loft very warn out
When i talk I’m looking at your scoffs and frowns
Reaching out for hands and feet kick me down
to the point I don’t talk and mute the mouth
stuff crushing my chest
Clearly needs addressing
friends, you were my best
missed the fact I’m stressing
my 3 oldest mates piling on the pressure
mockery, aggressive and I ain’t got no let up
But Durbin and Lauren could see i was upset
As you 3 joked “you get what you get”
Mocking most enjoyably
blind you were destroying me
Took your age old loyalty
Sacrificed for joy it brings
but those two didn’t resort to calling me a blagger
They didn’t push me over because I walk with a stagger
So you can take our friendship and shove it up your sitter
And be forever jealous that I’m funnier and fitter,
So you can sit and say you did nothing
Claim your innocence
“I’m out my mind”
Get out my life
Get out my life.
Stop and think how Dom feels inside because,
He’s sure I nicked his bike when I was in Cyprus,
Telling people too don’t say I talk with slyness,
It’s becoming very obvious he never really liked us,
And Colino’s too naive sat smoking too much weed
If Dom carries grief then his side Colino sees
When even out the country his story you believed
And I’m bullied at work this is the last thing I need
And Kev and Cols join in blindly
Ignore because with no mind free
inadvertently treat unkindly
my mental health declining
no one stopped to think what I was going through
What I told about the Hilton was never seen as true
attention seek through stories is all I ever do
Now I’m having breakdowns and leaving you confused
Cus I am starting fights when I’d normally be amused
When in my darkest hour only Lauren came through
So you can sit and say you did nothing
Claim your innocence
“I’m out my mind”
Get out my life
Get out my life
A knock at the door,
As the door opens to my future.
I see the eyes of a Goddess,
Once lost but now found.
Yet, I still feel the curse lurking.
I look into those eyes,
No life,
No love,
No remembrance of our love.
A fate like no other,
Only the empty destiny that was promised.
A love endured,
A love prophesized thru the ages.
Yet, now she stands before me,
Only seeing a stranger.
My heart breaks.
She smiles as the cloud lifts between us.
I'm surprised as she says,
Did you think a silly curse
Could keep me away from you?
Remember Snow White,
True Love Trumps All Curses.
Holding me close in her arms,
A kiss on my lips breaks the curse.
My sweet wife, I never stopped,
Searching for you.
Come, Lauren, we're going home,
To Olympus, where our children and,
Family awaits.
And they lived happily ever after.
Yo Lauren,
From faith, to fugees, to fantastic lyrics against abortion and the senseless
extermination of black babies under the guise of family values making slave prisons for
profits.
I know your heart, as it spoke to a young brotha with a baby on the way, with way too much
to say, tryin’ to save the world, but still got bills to pay, trying to save souls at the
expense of his own sanity, crushed by the weight of Christian vanity.
Yo, Maybe Rasta,
Claimin’ Jersey, 20 minutes down the road on Columbia Turnpike, actin with sistas and
singin’ with saints.
My wife wants you back, but yo, wherever you are, I know your content in the bliss of
knowing that you raged against this machine that crushes dreams and when called by God to
live out of fame, out of the hip hop game, and into the sane sounds of worship. YOU
FOLLOWED!!!!
Form:
"I'm everywhere; I'm just a soul that's floating around here on earth."
Lauren Jauregui
I’d love to be floating without a care -
drifting to sky in a giant balloon -
gliding with breezes up into the air
pretending I even could touch the moon.
In and out of scenes Mother Nature weaves,
I’d love to be floating without a care
drifting like autumn’s most colorful leaves
round trees, over meadows, in skies so fair -
When life gets to be more than I can bear -
like twigs being carried down cool fresh streams,
I’d love to be floating without a care
or lifting off ground as I’ve done in some dreams.
To be like birds effortlessly gliding
winging my way as I live on a prayer.
How nice to be on swift currents riding.
I’d love to be floating without a care.
This is my first time at the Lincoln facility,
And the experience has been wonderful for me.
The staff here has been as nice as any staff could be.
They have been fast, efficient, kind, and super friendly.
Gerardo, our study manager, takes care of us,
And Holly and Amber are as helpful as they come.
There hasn’t been one, single reason to make a fuss.
Everyone here has made us all feel very welcome.
The blood draws by Summer, Jared, and others went well.
With steady hands and soft touch, I didn’t feel a thing.
Aside from an extra chest tab that made me feel special,
The ECG staff always knew what they were doing.
To Stephanie, Rebecca, Kevin, Lauren, and Joon,
Libni, Kylie, Antonio, Abby, and the rest,
Stacy, Jolene and the other nurses’ station, too.
I hope that we have treated you well… you’re all the best!
In the beginning a romance,
Every morning waking up in her arms,
Yet in my dreams my love was for,
A mystery woman not of this world.
My dreams were blurry and so confusing.
Trapped in the present when intimacy
Was difficult for me because,
There was no love.
I was unhappy, I couldn't fix it.
We never talked about feelings.
My heart was disappearing.
One night a dream saved me.
She was my hero, my fantasy,
My mystery woman.
She was what I needed I could,
Feel all her love.
My fantasy entered into my
She walked towards me, smiling.
The same mystery woman I dreamed,
Of she called me LAUREN.
She caressed my cheek as I saw
Tears in her eyes.
Cam is all I could say as tears,
Flowed down my face.
She kissed me and all my memories,
Rewound until I saw us in,
A world unlike this one.
Cam I remember Everything,
A spell took me away to this,
Primitive planet.
Our kids?
Zeus is spoiling them-no discipline at all
Cam he is their grandfather it's his
Job to spoil them.
It's so good to hear you laugh again.
I've missed you so much.
Let's go home to Olympus it has,
Grown so much they need your
Botanical gardens to flourish again.
Yo, Hoboken Bars and a couple cat fights,
Yo, takin’ the path to the Palledium and Limelight,
Giants games,
Getting drunk and goin’ insane,
Never stressin, just professin’, Wu Tang Lyrics and a little Smith and Wessin’,
Yo, I hung Irish, Italian, Black, and Puerto Rican,
Weekend trips to Spanish Harlem, girl watchin’ and sight seein’,
Visitin’ fam in Flat Bush Brooklyn, and a quick stop to the Bronx,
Playin’ a little b-ball back when I had less junk in my trunks,
Liftin’ at the Y, and hangin’ tough in Parsippany,
Are you hangin’ with me?
Shot out to the Randolph Crew,
Hangin’ with Asians and Jewish cats too,
With dreds on my head, ladies sweatin’ the phat do,
Winnin’ state championships and duckin’ bauer Junia,
Sportin’ my Miata with shiny Rims, and a boomin’ tuner,
Rollin’ through Montclair and scopin’ females on the upswing,
Showin’ off my letters and #1 rings,
Though I’ve lived all over, I still claim Randolph and Dover,
I still claim, West Orange, Lauren Hill, and Fushiknins never sober,
Jersey, baby Jersey, there is no other,
With Red Alert on the horn kickin’ the overweight lova,
And yeah, we kind of dirty,
True dat,
I’ll grant you that,
But there is none like Jersey,
The Garden lounge of adventure,
And when you visit the homestead,
Just tell em Woody sent ya,
So shot out to the Jersey Crew,
It’s been a while,
Lost my style,
And my pants are a little bigga,
But yo, it don’t matter, cause Jersey yeah I miss ya!!
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ - Lauren Eden
the road to travel is long
wheels of time turn in last lap
on the path turning to subterranean river
incised within heart
i set sail sanguine
take the route to love
don’t ask the journey’s purpose
for i know from birth
someone will take me to the goldilocks zone
travel contented
in new walkway i pave on hailing terrain
in intimate twilight zone
swathes sky with longing spectrum
nostalgic gleam on the path
shines to take me home
i hear its close call in the whisper of blood
in my veins
For Suzette’s: Light or Shadow contest
“when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives”
Lauren Eden – The Lioness Awakens
Shadows
the bear chases you around the pomegranate tree
your fear reaching extreme heights
you seize the suitable moment to escape
a fleeting flash of relief
only for the bear to corner you once more
the odour of its pelage hits your nostrils
its paws are ferociously slashing at your body
you are pinned helplessly waiting for the mortal blow
somehow, screams distract the bear
as if satisfied, it walks away, for now
you are scarred for life
you go about your life looking over your shoulder
each shadow is now a bear
each minute noise transmits fear
nobody can protect you from this nightmare
you terribly crave love and search for it everywhere
locking yourself away is simply futile
you must venture out
you owe it to yourself to take risks in life
or in love
Jasper J. Jigglebottom was stuck in the sixties, and proud of the fact.
He was on a movie set, admired by many for he could certainly act.
His job was to be available to stand in until the director yelled “take”.
The placement actor who stood in Bogey’s place when he needed a break.
He was dressed in the same dapper suit, a double breasted, jazzy plaid suit.
He smoked the same brand cigar, and wore the same wing tips to boot.
Jasper J. Jigglebottom was admired by those who could not do what he did.
A grown man but he had the keen wit and wildness of Bogart’s own kid.
How are those ear’s hanging? He looked up and saw Miss Lauren Bacall.
She was the most sensuous, sexy, woman of the sixties; a heavenly doll.
He nearly spit out his cigar, he was so gobsmacked by her beauty.
Let’s not lose it, the director admonished, reminding him of his duty.
So he tried to ignore her skin, her eyes, her hair, and her walk.
He knew he was practically in love, especially with her wiggly walk.
She’s something huh? Humphey Bogart said as exchanged places with him.
Jasper could not reply, but he had saliva precariously hanging off of his chin.