Long Sicking Poems

I dress the way I do on stage
To transport you to another age
Where wild women of the west
Proved they stood among the best
They rode boot to boot along side the men
Riding broncs to hell &...

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Shadow's of slaves
Capital cities are so,
Populated,
People  moving,
Up and down,
Left and right,
Wondering around like ants,
Working like it do,
Or die,


Always busy doing something,
Seen and unseen,


Some are in the high castle,
Some are in the glass house,
Some are...

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I am the Project Air Bridge, 
The veritable virus lord-cum-felon of duty fraud.
Fumaye's privileged his bridge that projects pompous airs.
Maelstrom, mammon coextend where it forks and fares.
Transpontine ambulances shriek, hearses creak;
Cispontine pandemia profiteerings peak. 
Lip...

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As the days grow older as the world spins the vicious cycle countiunes. The unity of one drifts further from the shoreline. Words spoken in the past still echo the air waves of today. One...

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The more i write the more i think i learn but its in turn the least that i know. The stories are presented before the face of the author. The permanent bleeding's bled into the...

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Legend of folklore
The potent thorn off the vine
Enchantress of seducing sexuality, hiding her true anima
A demon queen making you frightened, she is wicked
Lurking in the haunting darkness
She is nameless but so beautiful
Turning dreams to fear
Lying...

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PASS THE TRASH

Poem sure to sound familiar,
Catholic church scandal recall.
Pedophiles bounced just everywhere,
predator list … kept  growing tall.

Clergy, priest but now teachers, are
problematic in school classes!
“Passing the Trash” school’s call this, some
schools blind …...

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IF love was a birthing  breach, cover, shelter, linear me back home 

Was I suppose to pronounce my present's

(Closure) 

If passion is a sure shore the water  count every blessing we are 

Running...

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forgotten issue
the innocent blood
still cries 

only the ears 
of the prophets
can testify to
this spiritually

the grave of 
so many innocent
dead are no were to 
be found 

so it spirits remains
hanging in the air 
sicking for Justice
till...

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An unforgettable
father you are,
As if you left me 
trapped in a glass jar.

Not much space to 
see what i please,
Lord please cure me 
from this sicking disease.

Disease of hurt and pain,
As deceitful thoughts of you...

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(fact)

A father figure you trying to be.
Are you crazy, are you stupid
Jacque Andre is my father's name, 
why would you want to be him.
For his one of a kind mentally crazy.
your freakage life style doesn't...

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