In her words I find ore
Of grace through which I shore
And as the mix is deep, it gives ores
On which we ride our desire as horse
To make deposit bless her fish's roe
Making me feel better being her only hero
And as well; my heart: forever hers
Leaving no chance in gap per luck to others
Peeping at my heart afar through my hose
Unknown to them who I've planned to give rose
Whom shall make onlookers watch like foes
When at the end my world owned all to her
Reading her eyes to light moments so blur
After the night is free of the morning sore
And every flaw we permanently restore
Then, no one would ask-- "who is she?"
Each will shut h/her lips for no one will say sh!
The one who has always be in my own shoe
Of a truth without explanation shall definitely be shew.
Like Many I loath Politics
But Worse "Censorship"
Seuss a Racist ? Who's next ?
The pop-n-fresh doe boy
Thing One and Thing two
Is racial I must say
Everyone could see
It was written just that way
The only trouble that I have
Is knowing who is best
Because they look Sooooo much alike
Its puts me to the test
I guess it's just because
There's only One that's number One
Therefore number Two
Somehow is feeling shunned
And why profile fish
Stating some are red or blue
I'm not sure which one's insulted
But I know that he should sue
The poor soul, that stole Christmas
And was called an awful name
He didn't mean to be a thief
It was his childhood we must blame
But it's good that there are people
Like Liberians in our schools
To choose for us which books are good
And which ones that are cruel
So before you toss the "Cat In Hat"
And don a righteous stare
Go out side your school to see
What flag is flying there.
Constant rambling:
I express the pain
Of being the same
For you,
All the friends you had befriended
Silly me! I didn't know
Were girls from long ago,
I shout at you "I cant be like them,
I am ME!..GOT IT....ahem ahem??"
You look at me with those lazy eyes,
Smirk and tell "Coke and ice,
Floyd and Rock is all i need,
You are just my guilty greed".
Can you turn
Around and tell
Lies with your eyes
And fibs with your face
Because it hurts
To see your smile
Develop, superimposed
And not visible to the
naked eye. It hurts to
see your childish
“He hit me first!”
mentality suddenly slip
between the planes of
maturity and loyalty.
And it hurts too much
to take this lying down,
‘cause the knife in my back
really hurts when I try and
roll over. Thanks for the
lesson, I soaked up your
soul with a sponge, to
be wrung out the next time
trust tells me a new story.