Wavy teeth make me spank the pastor
Questioning my faith is a major disaster
Look out for me in the darkness screaming
Opened blades cut deeper than fame
Wait for me I sought your light
Moons hid you from my trusted Dog's tonight
juniper king of flawless beats
Untitled your world Kick rocks to free the beast
Madness under stary nights preach the saddness
Laying down hopes to get beamed up like scottyrr
My call sign was shut the fk up patty
room to expand creep up the chimney
spare me some change I will consume your sanity
Gooney toons trace my roots to the loony rooms
guard dog going insane catching flames embracing Odin's name
root for Kings to sing out the silence
wavy good by to the saints of peace have arrived
do you think I called the police?
I invented the pain I bleed for the streets
they called me a rat face the facts I am fatter than that
all the fame riches money hoes and nonesene means nothing but distraction
I plan to freak off the attractions
Under rules to school fools I await your home boys who think they sweet
make the sun go down that's when church is called to meet.
raise hell unforgivables
Intrinsically dull
he tried to raise hell...
In the card game of life
invariably shelled
No one knows how sad you are
Till it's gone way too far.
Till it comes out as anger
Then you become the monster...
Maybe, just maybe, instead of looking at me like I'm a piece of $#!^
Maybe see that my outbursts aren't just me throwing a fit.
Maybe see that all that anger has been building up from the pain I feel Till I cant handle it.
Cause instead of crying, I yell
I turn pain into anger, then I raise hell.
I can't control it, if you couldn't tell
So while I'm at it, burn the bridges, might as well.
And the only reason I stick around
Is because there's a piece of me holding on to hope
Hope that you'll someday finally see
That I don't deserve the way you've treated me
Maybe see that all this anger and rage
Has been building up from feeling so much pain
Everything that has happened keeps running through my brain
I just want to know why so I can break this chain
Cause instead of falling to pieces, I yell
I'm tired of all the lies, if you couldn't tell
It feels like everyone is under some spell
Cause when I was on the edge, you pushed, I fell
To be continued...
Amongst the living there walks the dead
No blithe spirits will be ever found
With envious eyes of crimson red
Shadows the living without a sound
In limbo cast to raise Hell on Earth
No longer a furtile life to make
They hunger long for a new rebirth
And an endless thirst for souls to take
Why I Love Writing Poetry?
Did I mean why I love writing poems?
Nevertheless, I love writing poems or poetry:
To simply have fun, make others happy,
Inspire and defend others; to fan the flames
Of fairness, and to seek justice, fairness for the weak,
The innocents, the underprivileged, and the sick;
I can go on and on until I lose consciousness.
I love expressing myself with elegance and neatness.
Ordinary jerks always make fun of the Poets, that's not new;
And the Poets know darn well how to take care of them too.
Poets have thick skin; they are Heroes without fears.
They struggle, fight, write, raise hell and wipe their tears.
Sorry, if I am going astray, that's what I do best,
Sometimes, like any human being, I like to make a mess.
That's why I love writing essays, poems or poetry:
To simply have fun, and to make others happy.
At the same time, I want others to criticize, and castigate.
I make my own decisions, and can determine my own fate.
Poets have thick skin, and by nature have no fears.
Please swallow your frown, your smile, and wipe your tears.
Hebert Logerie Monday, January 26, 2015
What's in the bucket
By FD Ravenskraft for the Psalms of HIMM
Hey there. Mister
What's in the bucket
I notice you carried it everywhere
Darkness has stare
Hey. Mr Scarecrow
What's you know
The bucket is full of black smoke
I notice your soul inside the darkly York
Darkness will care
Hey. Mr. Murderous
What's in the bucket
Notice your skull inside that thing
And burned ashes of thee
You see
I cremated your soul and your body as well
Now you are out
to raise hell
Can you tell
Hey Mister Baba yaga
What's in the bucket
Your body is now black mist
Counterfeit and diss
Dusk the dawn of time
This is my rhyme
Mr Scarecrow
Murderous whore
Knocking on my door
To claim your final score
Burn in hell and walk the earth evermore
Your bucket is full nothing more
End. Do not look in the bucket
What's in the bucket
By FD Ravenskraft for the Psalms of HIMM
Hey there. Mister
What's in the bucket
I notice you carried it everywhere
Darkness has stare
Hey. Mr Scarecrow
What's you know
The bucket is full of black smoke
I notice your soul inside the darkly York
Darkness will care
Hey. Mr. Murderous
What's in the bucket
Notice your skull inside that thing
And burned ashes of thee
You see
I cremated your soul and your body as well
Now you are out
to raise hell
Can you tell
Hey Mister Baba yaga
What's in the bucket
Your body is now black mist
Counterfeit and diss
Dusk the dawn of time
This is my rhyme
Mr Scarecrow
Murderous whore
Knocking on my door
To claim your final score
Burn in hell and walk the earth evermore
Your bucket is full nothing more
End. Do not look in the bucket
Phone calls over bank transactions
In a country from crosssections:
Compliments for money transfered,
Swear words for ones deferred;
A woman for received money
Giver kissing: " Loudest Honey",
A customer's rude complaining voice;
He had thought he would soon rejoice,
Speedy attention just secure,
Three ailments to with money cure...
No shy approach to money matter,
Raise hell, threaten to things scatter
And thou shalt have thy cool results;
Cool results from thy hot insults!
Our gossipy lips
Have a shutting zip:
The flying words we quip
We can their wings clip
And the speeches we hasten
On some muteness fasten …
Come the killing desire to gossip
Find some diverting juice to sip
Or restraining wisdom grip,
So that our tongues wouldn’t slip.
Our lips Gossips richly moisten,
As listeners’ eyes fully glisten:
But victims empower to raise hell
By hundred times A Warning Bell.
(Reverse poem)
it’s all my fault that our union is
without fruit.
i do not believe that
i still deserve respect as your wife.
this empty cradle is a twisting
knife in both our hearts but
I am happy to say that
I am the one who is barren, go
ahead and marry a second wife
i will never ever tell you
to go and see a fertility doctor.
I know that you fear
being judged by your family all the time.
It’s also not nice for me,
you have been a good husband to me.
I have no reason to tell you that
I regret getting married to you.
I can in all honesty say
I don’t want to wallow in the past anymore
it’s time to sow seeds for a brighter hereafter.
All I want is a stress free life
having said that,
i can’t imagine life without you…
I’d be lying if i told you that
I’ve learnt to love myself.
I’m sure by now you realise that
I’ll always place your pride above my joy.
You are wrong to assume that
I will raise hell
the next time your sister spits on my face
and calls me a mule,
I am a lot wiser and stronger now.
whenever your parents shun me
it’s water off a duck’s back for me
Dear President Joseph R Biden,
I know I’m about to raise hell~0h well
I can’t go on without celebrating you, as you can tell
If they didn’t know me then, they’ll know me now
I’ll stick to your plan—that we can all make it together somehow
I dig you when you stand up for yourself and say
C’mon man, go ahead make my day!
Is that your best Clint? Because I’m in like Flint!
Although your polls went down
And people paint you as a clown
They criticize you, The man of words—and your fitness
I am aware of all the good things you’ve done, I’m your witness
You avoid conflict; you are there to discuss
So, I too will keep my promise for all of us
To be the new and proud arbitrators
And to let go of the Anayalators
~ OF PEACE ~
I pray, I Implore thee
I depend on your sage diplomacy
To keep us away from—World War Three
Presidents' Day
2/18/22
Gertrude
Was Rude
And Mean
Caused Scene
Would Yell
Raise Hell
She Sat
With Bat
In Yard
Like Guard
One Friend
Til’ End
Her Dog
Named Frog
12-16-2020
Contest:Footle
Sponsor:Brian Stand
Now i'ma drop em down,
watch as I knock em down /
You get KO'd, pop em pow,
right when I knock em out /
Like Kawhi on D with these bars, stop em now,
Now watch me as I lock em down /
It is time I put my foot down, got em now,
face defeat as I stomp em out /
Put you 6 feet deep in thy ground,
This dead man is a fossil now /
Beef came with cowards on my ground,
ground beef got my turf hostile now /
I am the boss right now,
what I say to you, for you it's docile now /
You trying to get high clout,
this rap gawd must spit you some rap gospel now /
You've disobeyed me,
And this bad beating right here is your discipline /
Yo This is so crazy,
disrespect gawd, this what you get for dissin em /
This is pure knowledge that Know-Ledge is speaking,
I really hope your listenin /
pay attention to what Know-Ledge is teaching,
You should do this for lessons and /
You can Learn from me or take L's,
All these L's, I give em up /
Knockout, ding, ding, ding, like sleigh bells
Hit em with the stick em punch /
And send you flying as i raise hell,
Heaven gates is where I sent em up /
I Will finish him, uh, that is a facial,
Yeah, I straight up hit em up /
Bites of frost fierce;
iced words did pierce
flushed flesh, soft soul
chilled as you stole
youth of my life,
long lived your wife.
We wed; blissed days
blest till your craze.
Mid-age, your mess
lust for me less,
as thrills I gave
you now don’t crave.
My angst for naught
in knots of fraught
tight twist my mind,
your grit does grind
strewn tears from eyes
pain’s gems your prize
plash at your feet
my dirge does beat.
Our love I mourn
my rose your thorn,
once in sweet bloom
lies’ stench does doom.
Sprung from spouse cage
red town's your stage
to soothe your doubts
raise hell, nude bouts...
go chase young things
can’t stop your flings
we’re done, I know ~
snowed neath cold woe.
One day, I hope it will be easier.
One day, I hope the pain will subside.
One day, I hope that hole in my heart will fill.
One day, I'll be by your side.
I hope that day comes one day my brother
You're not upstairs of that we know.
I know you'll be raising Hell my brother.
Anyone who knew you will also know.
That one day I will see you again my brother.
See that you are still the same.
And that day when I see you again my brother.
Maybe that day will ease my pain.
For now in this life I have my thoughts my brother.
Laugh at the the things that you did.
No matter how you left us you are still my big brother.
You're big Knoxy, my brother, Wor Kid.
Sleep well and raise Hell my brother. Sleep well!!!
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