Long Rotisserie Poems
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I tried to eat the world
But it caused me stomach pains
The bones of the lost are all that remains
It was flavored with deceit
With a coating of honey
The rotisserie went round and round
It was powered by money
I drank from the rivers
As they began to flood
Fish no longer lived there
The waters had turned to blood
The grain from the fields
Had long ago blown away
The once fertile soil
has turned to clay
Fruit from the trees
Lay rotting on the ground
Fists on my chest
I began to pound
We once had a garden
A paradise on earth
With our greed we destroyed it
We didn't understand it's worth
So I take another bite
Trying to get my share
Empty promises
With no nourishment there
The world bites back
Earthquakes our demise
Hurricanes and fires
The ocean waters rise
Just like the dinosaurs
We'll be extinct at last
Sooner than later
We will be part of the past
My Friend Robert Neufeld made a comment "Eat the world"
I liked it and asked if I could use it, this is the result.
Anti-social at its finest
I'm Johnny Unitas
Nobody’s highness
I hate drugs
I hate when people rely on highness
Yes weed heads turn into junkies
My crush when I was 16 is now a flunky
Lord please lay your grace on Paul and Chunky
Chopin chickens
Using Noonie's kitchen
No the chicken isn't baked, fried, or rotisserie
It's the chicken for the vixens
My brothers missing
To be real with you my brother died
Heroin left his brain fried
Heroin left me without an Erik
Oh he's in a better place
That response is generic
Do you see what I see?
Maybe you need a dosage of carrots
Thank god for friends Jade and Jalyn
They deserve a merit
Slangin chickens makes more money
Than my 2 jobs put together
Rashadtnae changed my view on heffers
I'm clutch but clever
I can't stand to lose another person to drugs
So ties will be severed
It's not whatever
I take it serious
The only way I can talk to my brother again
Is in spirit
Choppin chickens
Piano flippin
Everybody is either selling or doing drugs
But I wanna be different
21
21
I hate the sun
But I'm Angie's son
Rocky couldn't handle the responsibility of being a mom
So the state took her kids and let her run
Having my name in your mouth must be fun
Having my name in your mouth must be tasty entertainment
I love when people hate me
It’s anti-love so how could I hate it
Anti-social
21 forever
I am hopeful
Anywhere But Here
But Louisville is all know
I love the locals
I love Sharleeta
Love wouldn't love without hoes and cheaters
Lord Jesus this world
It's so drug ridden
Chop me up before I chop a chicken
Does it look like I'm playing?
Does it look like I'm kidddin?
Kidding around with heroin
Is how I lost my older sibling
Suddenly September reveals itself
steel grey clouds and dreary rain;
it’s twelve o'clock, but the sun is hidden.
I lean against the damp deck railing
a Brown truck’s backup horn pierces
the distant din of traffic, but at least
it isn’t one of those damned drones.
Too wet for the Hibachi but
the propane grill will work.
Chicken roasted on the rotisserie,
beans, late summer corn and
apple crisp with vanilla ice cream.
I can taste it now.
A feast for the return of
a non-prodigal son, briefly back
from the Arctic before he’s off again
this time to Berkley, leaving us alone
again but at least there won't be leftovers.
.
Virtual peace is a tempest
Filter flipped image betrays
Surreal people can tempt us
Validity is a mirrored maze
Fake befriends us flimsily
Roller coaster emotion cued
Midday in minutes celebrity
A million likes acrewed
Instagram's grimy agenda -
Tempting tid bits to imbibe
Sponsor is content moulder
Trends with which to abide
Facile images wrap wanting
In flashy eyesore cellophane
White smile wide so taunting
Sells prettied desires innane
Improved self hovers inticingly
Unscrupulous spruker won't refute
Product spin drips like rotisserie
Placed tastiest low hung fruit
Bamboozled by the beautiful
Venommed vast eyed viewers
Suck insta famous inflated ramble
Screen sheen sugar allures
13th August 2020
my spirit is damaged
i breathe sorrow and sadness
my heart shattered in pieces
by the hammer of madness
short breaths trying to catch wind
its impossible catching something so thin
expansion! explosion a chest cavity with a heavy heart
like a dove, i love once until death do us part
rotating on the rotisserie of reality
hells fire summoned beckoning my fatality
i care not for the sun sets and sun ups
enough pain already i'm all done up
tired of tears cranky of crying
rush my life grant me the wish of dying
it's too much pain the memory of her face
how can i forget somthing that can't be replaced??????
She schemin’
on the low,
watch your toes
acting peachy
Manipulative ass
it dont last do you greasy
Same crib, same home ?
Girl im lala You tweaking
Come get this smoke
For the dope you too easy
Check the receipts hah
I play for keeps
Should’ve known you was switchin’,
took his side over me
miss me with the fake love
Put your mans on a leash
Used to gas me up
I Roll you up like some weed
Wana act hard caught till he got caught with vaseline
I'm too G with the steps, better watch how you creep
I’m your teacher, lil’ jit sit down when I speak
Don’t be mixin’ with my laundry, you don’t clean like me
Look dont say sorry
Just quick moving sloopy
Tryna bury all the lessons that my momma taught me
But the pain too loud, even silence can’t stop me
I don’t talk specifics
That’s like letting them in the kitchen
Ain’t no stitches I got emblems
I don’t fold when under pressure
Turn them over like rotisserie
How I’m counting all this chicken
Got this white girl gave her flour
Now she acting like she privileged
There’s no liquor in my system
All these bars don’t start to twist them
You ever had an empty stomach
With running back and fourth from all the stress
Now I’m blessed with these diamonds on my neck
Umbilical umbrellica of umbral phantanes
"Anjelsmoth Banjitreel Naievae"
These are the spasmodic words you cause in me,
dare to ascertain in my exotic condition
of your cusping contain
My darkroom carotodomy gastronomy
of infrareds and lightwinds, rushing in,
scouts of wrath seeking the four ends
As you pet pet pet care snap twang, mend
"your pretty thing"
KarmaSupra-Natural endear- in me how spooning
feeds bends at my thrashing and gnashing of teeth
where your purring thickens in my auditorium,
arouses condition,
echoes in sonar picture perfect verbatim,
ruins in salvatore partition
Your light-wound
Is it a seizure, a leash
Tourettes syndrome, speaking in tongues?
What is it called, may I know-
I need a name, give me your true name-
and what aim, what precision archery,
what kind of game are you hunting?
Bondfires burning in the Valley of the Kings
Stuck Pig, squealing and turned by your spiteful
rotisserie of baneful spit you leave to dangle
as an apple on your lips?
Mountain Ram, braving the rocks and the heights carelessly of crash-ward depths?
Did I lock horns a moments long locked
on a linger and caught in a snare
of your primal mating ritual of Astuan?
Challenge your beckoning finger
talons of Vulcan Eagle to soar me to the heavens,
how did we get here?
Why must I be your icarus of daring -
savage amusement, knowing
I cannot outstare the burning sun
The melting in your wax museum,
peepshow coliseum, of the lost, you are the acost
of my 'verted musement again and again and again
Libra is scaling taxation, purgatory perdeum owed-
to the shades of Shangri la,
I'd say we, you and me are more than even,
Nefertiri
Will our clashes ever die?
Our gashes ever sustain or lusts
or take the darts from our eyes?
We a gleaming the cube and porpoising the rift
on the lips of
evermore, Eigypsed in the swollen rains
with chariots on fire
At the steppes of our estranged world,
of the law, of desire
...You can feel them on the wind...
No Free Lunches
Miracle Man
November 4, 2023
When eggs are free they’re quickly snatched,
But like most things free there’s an effort to deceive.
Many see Rotisserie chickens before they’re hatched,
and slick advertising makes many others believe.
Many will jump on the wagon if supposedly free,
but most things counted free have an effort to entice.
Only one free thing should be our passionate plea,
our Salvation is free but it too had/has a price.
Jesus Christ
Romans 6:23KJV
For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
“Fortress”
‘Love
is stronger
than death
Belief
dwells in
the refuge
and the fortress …’
she said.
Back then,
true romance was lost
in the subterranean
frequency
poets, musicians, artists
were crucified publicly
for free thoughts on how
it all really was … meant to be
Life and
freedom
we were all lost
looking for the
reality in Life
and its true meaning
Books and lives burned
stories irretrievable
destroyed by all the me too’s
and you too’s,
who gallantly
turned,
averting their eyes
ignoring all the injustice,
charity their home first, this
no startling surprise
as the whole world turned
on its rotisserie, over well-done
shreds of self roasted soul
were coming greasily undone
still -
that one word
called us
all back in
into our dampening
what-if-dreams-were-not-dead
songs-to-be-sung,
stories-still-to-be-written, not hung
it continually
whispered its presence,
its promises incessant
called us all back in
some of us listened,
others of us considered
it all some kind of
freak-filled nonsense
None of us
truly understood it all
back then, grasped the reason
for our complex fall
until the last of the fires
burned out and
the call was still calling
all the burning brides in
its true revelation
its meaningful meaning
in the underrated time
of the great reckoning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Come to Life"/ Kanye West
https://youtu.be/7SsrVGHJvaA
fortress.
bride.
revelation.
LYRICS/ "Come to Life", Kanye West
https://genius.com/Kanye-west-come-to-life-lyrics
Eaten By The World
I tried to eat the world
but it caused me stomach pains
The bones of the lost
are all that remains
It was flavored with deceit
with a coating of sweet honey
The rotisserie went round and round
it was powered by big money
I drank from the rivers
as they began to flood
Fish no longer lived there
the waters turned to blood
The grain from the fields
had long ago blown away
The once fertile soil
had turned to dust and clay
Fruit from all the trees
lay rotting on the ground
Fists upon my chest
I began to pound
We once had a garden
a paradise on earth
With greed we all destroyed it
we didn’t understand it's worth
So I took another bite
trying to get my share
empty tasteless promises
with no nourishment there
I watched the World bite back
Earthquakes our demise
Hurricanes and fires
As ocean waters rise
People seemed surprised
The changes came so fast
Sooner rather than later
We became part of the past
A planet without humans
Skies now crystal blue
The world she survived
By eating me and you