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My Broken Life
All my life I have been running from the sting of the knife
My Dad never provided enough
Which eventually just made me tough
As a child I was wild
I didn’t know what was right
And always got into fights
On the street I had to stay on my feet
And be careful for however I meet
Most of the time there were guns
And I would have to run
My Dad was so bad
It made me sad
You see; he was on drugs
And all I ever wanted was a stupid hug!
I felt like I had to run a mile
Just to see if he could make Mom smile
I could see the lies in his eyes
All I ever wanted was to lie in bed and cry
I got abused left confused and bruised
And I wanted to do was blow a fuse
My Dad didn’t hurt me just a tad
It made me so mad
But I was too scared of the horrors
Behind my bedroom door
I never left it because I knew my father was in dept
And never to except I was there
Just to listen to him be mad and swear
There was no food on the table anyways
Because my Dad was stuck in his drunk daze
My life was something I thought I couldn’t fix
Only at the age of six
Then one day my Dad got fired
And Mom was sick and tired of being with him
And in bed I laid
I overheard my Mom say she was not going to stay
And was going her separate way
My heart started to rapidly pump
And I felt like I just hit a big bump
I thought life wasn’t fair
And my armor that I wore just tore
It was so sad watching her walk out that door
So now a days when I hear my father’s name
It brings me pain and shame
So my life just broke I tripped over the rope
And started to smoke loosing hope
I didn’t have a dime my mind was lost in time
But then everything changed when I wrote down that rhyme
I started to win no more sin just had my mind and my pen
My life started to happen and then I was rap’ in
Then before you know I was behind that curtain ready to put on a show
Everything was working
No more hurting.
I would take my bow
And live for the now
THE LADY WITH THE CATS
think about the lady who we tease,
the one who often sneezes, often laughs, often dies of heart attacks.
think about how she was once a child,
a child who didn’t mind, didn’t care, and didn’t have to wash her hair.
Think about the lady some call crazy.
Think about the lady with the cats who often dies of heart attacks.
Maybe there’s a reason that she has them:
All the cats and all the scars, all the words and zero cars. Just maybe.
Maybe there’s a reason why she does it;
knits the sheets and all those mittens, pretends that she’s content with kittens. Maybe.
Maybe there’s a reason why she’s happy.
Maybe there’s a reason why she lives this way, every year, every day.
Think about the lady some call crazy.
Think about the lady with the cats who often dies of heart attacks.
Maybe, in her childhood, near her twenties…
Maybe she met a boy and fell in love and thought that would be plenty.
Maybe she was too scared to admit it.
Maybe she began to slowly let herself unravel; too scared to begin it.
Maybe she was taught that stories end.
Pages turn and people learn about the things they really want in life.
Maybe she’s too tired to continue.
Maybe every Friday at the venue playing bingo isn't right.
Instead of being old, she chose to grow up.
She chose to run a mile every morning all her life, and not to throw up.
Instead of being lonely, she was happy.
Happy with the cats, all the mittens, all the sheets, all faded khaki.
Instead of being bitter, she was sweet.
She’ll lay out all their bowls (all 9 of them) and get them food to eat.
She’ll never need a nanny or a sitter.
She’ll never reproduce or fall in love again. So she’ll never feel as bitter.
Think about your present and your future.
Think about the lady who is constantly reminded of her past.
Think about the lady some call crazy.
Think about the lady with the cats who often dies of heart attacks.
Detective Laura Norder wouldn’t recognise a border
Her jurisdiction knew no bounds when there had been disorder
As the toughest girl in town she always won the day
The cells were crammed with criminals that she had put away
Laura Norder stood her ground if she should be confronted
By vicious thugs who’s I.Q. seemed to be a little stunted
She never failed to face them down and see it all as fun
But then she never failed to tote a fully loaded gun
Laura Norder went downtown, her senses they were tingling
There were people all around with whom she could be mingling
But all those people scattered when a knife man blocked her path
She grinned and left him battered in her bloody aftermath
Laura Norder had no way of knowing his connections
And later she would still indulge in zero introspections
A mobster aimed his gun and said, “You gonna soon be dead.”
A blur of motion left a bullet lodged inside his head
For Laura Norder, highly skilled with weapons or unarmed
Left the foulest gangster prone and she herself unharmed
She always had the upper hand; she’d see minute inflections
And spot the tiny details that belied their next intentions
Laura Norder wasn’t someone anyone crossed twice
Treat her decent and I guarantee she’d treat you nice
But leave a greasy fingerprint or shoe print in the mud
And you’ll be lucky if you’re breathing… in a pool of blood
For Laura Norder walks a line that’s almost tightrope thin
She’ll skirt the very edge of law to bring the felons in
So, run a mile or run a thousand, she will hunt you down
And you had best be ready… she’s the toughest girl in town
Laura Norder isn’t butch, she’s pretty as can be
But that and what I tell you must remain with you and me
I found her sobbing in her car beside a busy road
And when I asked, “What’s wrong,” she said…
“I think I squashed a toad.”
There's lots of play to underwear.
I'll try to be discreet.
It stretches to contain my boys
Who hang down t'wards my feet.
Elastic waistband hugs my hips,
Prohibiting their fall,
Much better than the outerwear
Worn by Neanderthal.
The Romans got the bright idea
From need to urinate.
They caught themselves so many times
In skirts of metal plates.
They learned that they could run a mile
As fast as they could go,
For loincloths kept their schlongs in place,
No flopping to and fro.
The greatest change from Caesar's day
To present day's sublime
Was the addition of a slit
For smoother exit time.
Of course some men like to be loose
And go with boxer shorts.
And if the fruit escapes the loom,
The girls will scream retort.
We can't forget those winter johns,
With trap door buttoned tight.
They're great for freezing temp'ratures.
Men wear them day and night.
But ladies have their negligees
Of silk and flimsy lace.
They do not wrinkle or bunch up
And beckon men to chase.
And now the reason for this post.
It's not a waste of ink.
One of my duties here at home
is at the kitchen sink.
My wife cooks all my fav'rite meals.
I clean up when we're done.
The other night someone snuck up.
The culprit was my son.
He and his wife were at the house
For supper, ham and beans.
He grabbed the wasteband of my shorts
And pulled them from my jeans.
He lifted them up t'wards my neck.
He wedged them in my crack.
He yanked and tugged, and tugged and yanked
And laughed behind my back.
He called out to my family
To show them what he'd done.
The tears were running down their cheeks.
It was a load of fun.
But from now on, I've made a change
And at the sink I sing.
I started wearing my wife's thongs.
He can't wedge those old things!
Tonight am feeling alone again
Feeling trashed, hopeless, restricted
And wasted in drain
All day spent in wake of dreams
In sake of go pink
Dreams got tired of floating
And there they are, been sinking again
Tonight am feeling broken again
I want a few days in my life
Which i call them happy and light
Overwhelmed and energized
Which reflection start from my cheeks and chase my eyes
How happening it would be, how dreamy it is
But this starless dark night with no way to brightness nor showing the way right
made me a pessimist again
Tonight am feeling broken again
Eager to learn and ready to lose
nice to meet me when this was true
Today’s situation updated my version
With no hopes and peace and all blues
With no feats
Passionate to fly and measure the heights
Here am throbbing the gate standing in rain with no fate and thin hope of light pierced my heart with the feel that
Yes you’ve been resulted a waste in all days and nights
This lost light, sight and pride attracts neither crowd nor myself and so
Tonight am feeling broken again
I can see the long road to life
silent as grave and scary as night
Illuminated with darkness and seems just not right
Calling me to walk this way
Me being brave
Started to follow the screeches from my heart
Hoping that would be amazing, dreaming that's gonna be satisfying
For which I've been running continuous
That hurt my feet
That loses my strength
That ripped my faith
Started bleeding my nose and taking my breath
Yet I choose to run a mile more just to see if this was meant to be
A mile more to see if this is how it will end
A mile more to see if i was really brave
A mile just for me
Am walking alone, running alone, bleeding again
I will feel broken again but won’t stop running, bleeding and dreaming again.
Privilege is elegant
Graceful, as it glides like a breeze
Unnoticed by those who catches its attention
Noticed by those who live in the shadow
Although it's voice not loud
It's presence demands to be heard
It's violence shows in its hidden claws
Knowing when to pounce and when to be quiet
It lives within recognition
And if quick smiles
Between those who have never had to run a mile
Those who know hardwork doesn't pay but Whiteness does
It lives in vicinity and shared closeness
It lives in the need to be chosen by power
Privilege leans to power and ignores the vulnerable
It spreads the idea of superiority
Because it believes its superior
It dances around those who crave power
Softly whispering in their ears
Sweet promises of luxury
And dreams of having others do the work that they would then take credit for
It lives in job applications accepted due to having a name that screams white
It lives in the safety of white acceptance
And proximity to the colour
Its being greeted with a smile instead of being followed
Privilege is its own currency
Usable in any country
As long as you possess it
It is the welcoming of a race 'deemed' superior
A claim honoured by privilege
Privilege doesn't have to scream to be heard
The essence of the word
Is naturally known across the world
Whether you have it or dont
I’ve made a resolution to begin a
new tradition. Maybe something
along the lines of working out at
the gym, for once I’d be in shape
and slim. Oh, to be a muscle girl
able to run a mile without bending
over…dying in hyperventilation,
or creating a tingling sensation.
I’ve made a new resolution to begin a
new tradition. It is probably best
for me to forward my utility bills
to mean Mr. Johnson. Shut off notices
and delinquent days would be over.
I could then save up for that new
one hundred and fifty dollar hair
removal system I’ve always dreamed
of! Side burns bye bye, and I’d finally
be equipped to remove the hair above
my upper lip.
I’ve made a resolution to begin a new
tradition. I’d sell all my Cabbage Patch
dolls on ebay and buy an old Atari system.
I’d sit there and play Pac-Man and Frogger all
day with my brand new puppy I’ve been
dreaming of adopting. The joysticks would
probably confuse me and while playing
Space Invaders I’d most likely die. Even
though I love these games, Asteroids
will always be my favorite.
I’ve made these New Year’s resolutions
not only to benefit myself, but I have
always dreamed of being a tight-abbed,
non-delinquent and hairless woman who rocks
at playing Atari. These things are very
important to me, you know…
New Year's Resolutions Contest
December 18, 2016
MY PIECE MY PISS
You're such a beautiful creation
Unique among all creatures
Your brilliancy is unhidden
Voice like that of the angels
Smiles like attractive cheese
Your set of teeth is a charm
Sparkling like the galaxies
Always lost when stare at ur lips
Still can't rid my ming off it's spell
Nose too good for just a smell
Those thick and dark eyebrows
Stroking my nails thru it as I browse
It's all I need to have my anger dowsed
With or without you in blouse
I'm glad I'd you housed
But....
The pines of the apples are numerous
That makes you very dangerous
I don't consider you religious
Even your ways are hazardous
And you are too furious and callous
Your beauty is but just a trap
It doesn't deserve a clap
The evil in you flows like a tap
You speak crap and u got a slap
I did that to avoid your stab
Cutie, a name I gav you since our date
Still in my fone up till date
Being with you was just a waste
An experience copied not for paste
Now I know how you taste
Came into my life with a smile
But left behind a bunch of bile
Bile strong enough to pollute the Nile
Your stay was never worth the while
When next I see you I'll run a mile
( .....To be continued)
FM Conceptual
I heard drums kick in. Now I hear that music. Wait, What's THAT?!
(Sung to HELLO, I LOVE YOU by the Doors.)
Oh, yeah, she's swaying, so get out of her way.
Oh, no, she's stopping now, she's looking my way.
Oh, yeah, sashaying and she won't be defied.
Oh, no, a goddess who just won't be denied.
She's drops her glasses low
Just to watch me sizzle slow.
She coos just like a dove.
The panther purrs steamy summer love.
Oh, yeah, she's swaying, so get out of her way.
Oh, no, she's stopping now, she's looking my way.
Oh, yeah, sashaying and she won't be defied.
Oh, no, a goddess and she won't be denied.
Her curves turn tight and free.
A brand new form of geometry.
Her eyes like lasers, melting men into mush
When she styles, she gives me such a rush.
Why Am I Bending To Those Strings?!
She bobs her head and her luscious mane.
Now she’s off to tease in a faster lane.
Do you want to see her coyly smile?
If she gave an inch, would you run a mile?
Oh, yeah! Oh No!
Oh, Yeah! Oh, No! Oh yeah! Oh, No! (Repeat and fade out :)
And underneath it all is heard:
She’s fine. Divine. She’s all that a man would crawl for.
My mommas warning me…Rock, yeah
Go on, baby, I’m yours, you’re mine… Yeah…
LETTER TO MY EX
You're such a beautiful creation
Unique among all creatures
Your brilliancy is unhidden
Voice like that of the angels
Smiles like attractive cheese
Your set of teeth is a charm
Sparkling like the galaxies
Always lost when stare at your lips
Still can't rid my mind off its spell
Nose too good for just a smell
Those thick and dark eyebrows
Stroking my nails through it as I browse
It's all I need to have my anger dowsed
With or without you in blouse
I was glad I had you housed
But....
The pines of the apples are numerous
That makes you very dangerous
I don't consider you religious
Even your ways are hazardous
And you are too furious and callous
Your beauty is but just a trap
It doesn't deserve a clap
The evil in you flows like a tap
You speak crap and u got a slap
I did that to avoid your stab
Cutie, a name I gav you since our date
Still in my phone up till date
Being with you was just a waste
An experience copied not for paste
Now I know how you taste
You came into my life with a smile
But left behind a bunch of bile
Bile strong enough to pollute the Nile
Your stay was never worth the while
When next I see you I'll run a mile
FM CONCEPTUAL