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I am just a filthy dirty human made of dust
Dirt formed as clay made by the hands of God
The only good thing in me is GOD spirit that dwelling in me
How can it be that I have intellect, blood flowing through vessels
And a brain the disciples like a computer I don't understand
Sin is a choice it's a nature that is embraced and covenanted
By man's desire to be of pride and be a lair
How could I have embraced such a thing for my great-great-great-great-grandfather Adam Caused the downfall he brought in this thing called sin through wretched disobedience
Then a compromise then he tried to turn it all around by blaming it on God
Mankind stinks this also includes women kind not as only by the nature of sin that we dwell
It's by this through disobedience that makes us stinks and smell
We stink and surely hurt the nostrils of God
Being with that said that a second Adam had to be created
Brought down to earth to be reinstated
And now through all the chasms He chose to save us
A filthy rag
But I am so glad
That He was on the right hand of the Father
And H e said let me go down to save your children
Save their souls
Let me go Father I go, I'll be liken a clean perfumed the aerosol can
Send me Father prepare for me a body
That I may redeemed them
Though I smell of rotten stinking flesh
So I may dry up and nothing but Dry Bones
Will be left once my spirit soul is separated from my body by death
I will be United with my holy Daddy, Father God in heaven
Where I will be brand new spiritually no more odor, no more decay
Mans no more dust for his God
So in the spiritual realm with Him while we continue to live in Trust
No more lies and mistrusts, stink and disgust
Amen
An Unknown Privilege
To visit the city had been a dream of mine, one that my parents had been annoying about.
They wanted to come with me but I ignored them, I just wanted to blend in with the crowd.
Leaving the hotel I paid to ride one of the bikes, hoping to find adventure in this city of dreams.
But every corner I turned seemed to be darker, and more run down and echoed with screams.
I found the streets I long desired to travel, were filled with the hurt and harassed,
It seemed everytime i blink, another one appears, more ill than the last.
They turn to me for money to spare ,with those poor pleading eyes.
And the sight of used needles and the people lying motionless nearby, left me beginning to cry.
I tried to leave quickly, but had to stop while I looked at their children, they were so small.
Their parents had long given up on them, leaving those kids with nothing to do but bawl.
I hopped back on the bike, hoping to find someplace to relax,
But My mind can focus only on the men, with their stained smelly slacks.
I thought about all the times I had gotten mad at my parents for not spoiling me.
But now I realize that they gave me the greatest gift of all, their unwavering love that could fill plenty.
I felt odd coming back home to my lush life, and my parents could see my pain.
Instead of crying I thanked them, for never putting me through that life just for their vain.
What's up miss popular? People know about your greed
Ya, got the text. The "Hey, dotard, don't talk to me freak,"
The average joe, and those silly electronics"
Please, Click Itch, labeling others as the smelly geek
So many countless hours cushioning in luxury
Preparing to feed your lust, her dinner platter
Feasting on periodic table and splitting bonding
Then misguided paparazzi ask what’s the matter?
Dr. Gluttony's remedy, a coke and Mentos
Pridefully smiling as other families shatter
Expecting everyone’s contributions to the plate
Because, you are the modern-day narcissistic (*sore)
The search engines have endless pages on the topic
Upon your illusion throne, craving and wanting more
Deep down in the shadows, harbors your anger and wrath
Enviously fishing for a fresh party's primate
Yep, Scarlett, Megan and Kelly all have perfect cups
But don’t worry, over time your bim-bims will deflate
Sorry, Brittany and Jen both have the perfect butt
Though your horoscope says, “glutes are going to inflate”
Ma'am Trash Troll, you have not the cash flow of Uncle Sam
What A disgusting branded pathetic child you are
Your future will be a shabby truck driver's pit stop
Slothfully dreaming of becoming a super star
*Word changed
Updated 5/14/219
-Urban Dictionary-
1.Click Itch - An everlasting feeling of need to start clicking, usually on social sites such as Facebook, Instagram, Google, Pinterest, etc.
2.Dotard - An aging individual who has long lost the ability to make rational sense.
3.Cushioning - A dating technique where along with your main piece you also have several 'cushions', other people you'll chat and flirt with to cushion the potential blow of your main break-up and not leave you alone.
Form:
A shimmering haze distorts the sky,
sending temperatures soaring high.
And the streets are ripe with smelly folk,
while thick layers of smog smother and choke.
Feeling hotter than ever before,
dribbles of sweat escape every pore.
And people look exhausted on side-walks,
much like zombies, no one laughs or talks.
Sweat soaks right through your clothes in seconds
while every open hydrant beckons.
And eyes squinting in glaring sunlight,
you curse the day, and await the night.
Dogs are panting, their tongues hanging out,
lying down, not scurrying about.
And tar on the road melts to your shoes,
giving you a bad case of the blues.
Kids get cranky as the day winds down,
the soil's parched, and the green grass, dried brown.
And feeling fatigued, with nerves stretched taut,
no one can sleep; cause it's so darn hot!
(Rhyme)
8/25/2017
Striated whispy clouds greet the sun
Soak up the golden rays
The Doves coo their greeting coooo, coooo
Like two children at play
Thick fog coats the hollow and creek
Blankets the roosters' pens
Lively their song of mirth a sing-along
Coyotes in their dens
The golden sun gets brighter still
Begins to top dark trees
Alone the poetess pens the lines
The artist tells what she sees
All nature is a beauty now
This day will be lovely
What about future days 'pon earth
They'll be quite smelly
For bad things in nature will come
Trees will start to die 'til
All earth will be effected then
A Bible truth fulfilled
I walked into the castle
Up on the hills and in the glens
There she was dressed in white satin
She was wide eyed and smiling
The princess of sleep, mist of the morning
A fantasy to keep
She was an angel, all in virgin chiffon
Her life a bed of white lilies
She slept her years away
In dreams of better days
Her heart was tormented, grasping vitality
Years and years did pass
As suitors and kings came to see
Wishing for the hand of a sleeping princess
For she charmed them even in despair
In her tower, alone, solitude her only kiss
She wished for a knight in black armor
To rescue her weary soul
Travel to untold lands of happiness
Where sleeping life’s sorrows were banned
She dreamed of dances and musical romps
Dreams that never came to pass
As she slept her days away
At dusk she’d wander off, away from the castle walls
Never to return
She walked into the marshy swamps
Life was at an end
She prayed the swampland ate her whole
Never to be seen again
The ogre saw this saddened soul and felt a twinge of fear
For he cared about this sorrowful stranger
As she woke to drown her sleep away
This ogre could not bear
Surprised he jumped and pulled her close
Why do you, princess come here in despair?
She looked up at this muddy smelly soul
She smiled as the ogre saw into her wounded heart
For she knew, from somewhere deep within
She would never sleep again
Dressed in the kingdoms finest robes
She knew she was naked before his eyes
The ogre was as shocked as she
As he saw beneath her skin
This he knew was the kindest heart
The voyage was about to begin
Together they marched heart in hand
Happily sharing life’s torments
Heat in the poet’s haiku night
Sexyku is the new alright
Baby baby is a new disco inferno
Burn baby burn
Love needs the heat
Music makes it all so sweet
Taste the bourbon
Taste the life
You should all be dancing
Life is so alright
Forget the strife, forget what’s not right
Seekers run amok
Fake news is the new preacher’s lot
You should all be dancing
Life is about love
Sharing and caring
Disco inferno with Travoltas’ flair
Let’s get down, let’s boogie, its only fair!
Clear the air
Burn the preachers
It’s a disco inferno
Burn the judges, burn the prophets
Take a dollar out of Jehovahs’ wallet
Buy the drunk a drink
The good lord will know who is who
Who it is who stinks like an old smelly shoe
It’s a disco inferno
Feel the heat
The sheep is in disco disguise
Trust me on Grimms’ verse
Fairy-tales speak in whispers and ring often true
Is the Wolfe who is the nurse
The sheep so white the devils curse
Humanity looks to the sky
As evil doers wonder why
To the judges our masters and our keepers
We shout
We are free
Of Trumps mockery
I was meandering in the forest today
Why all the animals where out to play
I saw some parrots high in the trees
So colorful a mirage of painted canopy
I saw the deer’s and does in fields
Enjoying a drink at the rivers edge
Ducks and Doves flew proud overheard
As monkeys jumped from tree to tree
Alligators swam to and fro
Lingering till dinner calls
Then we all better run for safer ground
Last one in, is first one down
The marigolds flourish in the fields today
A painting of nature Monet will draw
Awash with pastels and natures erotic draw
However there is a smell I do smell
That upsets my wanderings on this fine day
It’s repulsive and follows me I do say
An odor that’s smelly and just not right
In fact I confess it gives me a fright
So off to home I rush, to brush this strange odor away
In my boudoir and yet still surrounded by this offensive smell
To the powder room I go and look in the mirror
I scream in absolute horror
I am a SKUNK!!!!!!!!
Coughing here. Coughing there.
Constant coughing everywhere.
Put your mask on. Do it quick!
Corona Virus is so thick.
We’re Americans. Don’t tell us what to do!
You can’t make us afraid of the coronary flu.
We will congregate more than ever now.
Taking orders to us is smelly and fowl!
Coughing here. Coughing there.
Coughing in my underwear.
Stay in your house, go on. HIDE!
For three weeks, it’ll be a wild ride.
We’re Americans. Don’t tell us what to do!
You can’t make us afraid of the coronary flu.
We will eat out more than ever now.
Taking orders to us is smelly and fowl!
Coughing here. Coughing there.
Coughing in sync if we dare.
Coughing in some states more than others.
Coughing with our sisters and brothers.
On Halloween Night
A slight hollow snapping noise crept up from down below
Barely audible above torrential rain and lightning
Seeping through the walls into my gloomy room
A power outage turned the mansion black as death
A candle and one match was all I had to investigate
To navigate this mystery
The crackling sound grew louder
As I trembled, fell down the flight of stairs
Head hitting concrete there
Red blood spilling everywhere
The basement became confused and changed
An eerie form of horrors took its shape
A structure not found or known in heaven or on Earth
Came into view, from what could be surmised, an opening
An unholy hole from hell itself
Before my crying eyes appeared right there
Some multi legged smelly creature lurking by the portal, came whizzing in
Another foul being emerged from darkness into this twilight zone
Slithered without a word in my direction
My candle had gone out
The filthy obnoxious thing, grabbed me with icy slimy claws
By the red light of hell's burnt tortured soulless glow
I saw the monsters bulging green and moldy eye up close
As it cracked my bones and dragged me down
Mystery solved at last
At least I found the clues and cause of these events
First detected in my gloomy room
A slight hollow noise which crept up
From down below on Halloween night
And my bones still make that very same sound forever through the house
8/28/14 On Halloween Night contest