Time used to be gentle
like bike bells singing harmony
with a summer breeze.
Time seems to be picking up speed.
A freight train without an engineer.
A Hendrix electric guitar on amphetamines.
When did time become a runaway brute?
A trickster, a taker-a mass grave maker.
The shell game player. Raper of dreams.
Whisking everything you love to the far away...
Putting your cries on mute.
Time is picking up speed.
Withering things but never planting seeds.
Plucking the shriveled blossoms of memory.
Dumping them in a landfill.
With broken dolls, rusted 5 speeds, black lantern dreams.
Time is yellow rings of selfishness.
Forever hungry- lacks any empathy.
It devours the cream of life.
Turns the radiance of innocents into junkyard eyes.
Splashing gray onto the temple.
Welding bent hand to crooked cane.
Smashing everything in its greasy path.
Time is endless clownish-black comedy- a careen off a cliff.
A vintage violin at the bottom of a winter stream.
Time blasts into celebration when you're down to your last breath.
Mothered inspiration birthed from the seed of my soul
send my mind in to a frenzy with racing thoughts hard to gather and control
Words roll off my tongue with provocative pronunciation
climaxed by the inflection of each insertion of punctuation
ejaculated thoughts wrestled into pleasure provoking position are gone over back and forth and back and forth until the work is at a its greatest peak and ready for submission
New sensations flourish as visual aspects of the write begin to grow
the girth and length of your creation are now taking shape and beginning to show
fingers gripping pens
Pens gliding over paper
Paper once plain white showing the stain from its ink filled raper
A master piece of your own perfection
each pen stoke bringing it closer to desire
pace is quickening now finished with sparks of blazing fire
Just another completed writting but written with such a hunger
It was meant to be innocent but may not be subtable for the younger
He spoke so softly on that day
The day the darkness came my way
Caressed me with words right from the grave
The grave he dug to initially enslave.
He danced in the rain of childhood pain
Then spun a web of utter shame.
The race was on, the prize, all lies
Unknowingly, I was mesmerized.
Who could have thought these things were true
Falling in love with someone I never knew
Pure fiction plays on summer nights
Even fights were woven just so right.
Sucking the sanity through each new breath
Leaving me lifeless with nothing left
Feeding on fears and pounding on sorrow
Whispering words of no more tomorrows.
A Mirror of madness
Master of deception
Distorted my once clear perception.
A fallen solider drenched in blood
Blood from someone who could never love
Blood from someone who could never love!
By: Sabina Nicole
I'm a mind raper
I'm a fine rapper
You'd better stay out of my way
Cause my nine's always strapped
Even on laundry day
Got my glock tucked in my sweatpants
Quarter cup of Tide® Enhance™
Roll up to the laundromat
You want yo titties autographed?
(5/29/13)
“NO “means “NO”- is what she said
As he tried to pull her to the bed.
He thought that he had the right
After taking her to dinner that night.
Why is it that when a man spends money
He thinks that he’s entitled to a little honey.
Would you accept it if it was your sister or mother
That this was happening to!
Or someone was trying to do this to you if you was in jail
And all you’re screaming and fighting
Happened to fail.
And if you were taken by force- and you had no other recourse.
Your dignity, your pride, your self esteem
All taken away like in a dream.
You have been violated mind and soul
With no one to turn to, not leaving you whole.
When the word “NO” is used and it’s done anyway
Then there’s a price that you must pay.
One is a victim, the other a raper
As it will come out in the court papers.
Is that short pleasure worth the time?
20 or more years behind the line.
So heed that word “NO” and heed it well
Living behind bars is really hell.
© L. RAMS
She stood there
humiliated,
nearly naked
as a
stranger
touched her.
She was
searching for
something
she could not see,
she could not feel:
A silent killer,
a raper of
self-esteem,
identity,
womanhood.
She endured it,
the pain,
the embarrassment,
because
her mother
had died
and she would
survive.
making those moves with gorgeous grooves...she fits like a glove and kicks like a boot
My heart beats like a wardrum banging
From her tree of love my heart keeps hanging
She turns me to stone like madam medusa
She's a queen on a throne...a madness seducer
She whispers in my ear...i rise like the sun as she twists all my gears
She's a lioness lady...with sharp deadly fangs she's bitten right through me
With a larconist soul she lies with her lips
She slithers like a snake and i squirm
She screams as i spit...I can't quit
She's an alien addiction
Fuel to the fire...flint to the friction...pen to the paper...crime to the caper
She's got me twisted and torn like a serial raper
I can't shake her...she knows my next 3 moves
Lustful lady with the gorgeous grooves
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