so, here's to thee
the ever so enchanting Lady Luck
may you make my dreams come true
and my nightmares disappear
but as of now, i (I) mean, as of so far
there has been only silents from you
must you stay so far away
must you be so far from view
would you, could you
take me
like food for thought (something that warrants serious consideration)
i (I) need to be consume by you
feasted on as if you were a ravenous she beast
drawn and quartered as a bloody and raw piece of rare meat
and may be then shitted out
as new
Categories:
shitted, anger, career, celebrity, corruption,
Form: I do not know?
Good news is that
A beautiful white dove
Just flew over our head
Bad news is that
Upon people twice it shitted .
Categories:
shitted, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
I drank my words from the cup of evil lately not holy water
Like many I sit in my dungeon of doom on earth trying not to my addictions faultier
I'm sitting knee deep in the shitted down reservation sewer street water
Im looking for wisdom daily with sinners with calls that I shouldn't be trying to call her
I know I be looking for a life filled with silver and gold when I know Im living in copper
I know I got a crazy coming my way so I best get on trying to stop her
I remember the first time I was in love with lust when I first saw her
I know without the water in my life I would scream silent as I would quietly holler
I know I been like a bunny moving around in life that sometimes people call me a hopper
I know I been kicking it in the field so much that people tell me I should start playing soccer
I should be more of an actor of actions and less more of a talkitive talker
I know I got what I got so I will be a poet that will never ever faulteir
Categories:
shitted, art, on writing and
Form: Diamante
My words flow poetically through lines with nouns and verbs
Eagle wing'd sentence's flying with colorful green aroma's floating in a stream full of paragraphs waiting to be drank by literate thirsty people.
I speak not for the strong but with strong words for the weak in a illiterate heap uneducated grave six feet in a game full of lies prison celled concrete a new poetic treat with these hard thought words that only I can think.
Now as a poet words come to me first nature where one's words stay committed in a world full of shoes where not even half are fitted where money remains top priority we all trying to get it until I die with words in my grave then this poetry *****I can say I quited but until Im poetically commoded on and shitted Im going to stay Poetically Committed.
Categories:
shitted, on writing and words,
Form: Ballad