Don't protect me with your sugar,
your honey, and your sweet desserts.
My body, this body rejects them
with itchy skin and an itchy heart.
Don't protect me with that glaze layer,
the blanket of sooth sayer.
When the real story is easier to know.
Straight and direct.
No powdered confect.
I want the meat
and the reality...
Not the detour
and soften blow.
Because you know,
when we find out the truth
we don't believe truth
under your sweet tooth.
We are the cavities of your hypocracies...
So gimme a little floss
and some detafris
and I'll be on my way
with this forgiveness list.
Because now I'll trust
what I hear from the one
I hold so incredibly dear.
Because he may justify,
but he doesn't hide a lie
with frosting and sprinkles.
He delivers with justice
even if he wriggles and writhes.
He is unable to lie
like me...
unless slightly unconsciously.
But that is our intention here...
to become the clear conscious Christ.
So whatever hides in the shadow
we pull into light
with diligency and love to Be.
So forgiveness ahead
because you don't feed me sugar words
only sugar in my coffee
and too much salt in my eggs.
I love you, Amen.
Don't protect me with your sugar,
your honey, and your sweet desserts.
My body, this body rejects them
with itchy skin and an itchy heart.
Don't protect me with that glaze layer,
the blanket of sooth sayer.
When the real story is easier to know.
Straight and direct.
No powdered confect.
I want the meat
and the reality...
Not the detour
and soften blow.
Because you know,
when we find out the truth
we don't believe truth
under your sweet tooth.
We are the cavities of your hypocracies...
So gimme a little floss
and some detafris
and I'll be on my way
with this forgiveness list.
Because now I'll trust
what I hear from the one
I hold so incredibly dear.
Because he may justify,
but he doesn't hide a lie
with frosting and sprinkles.
He delivers with justice
even if he wriggles and writhes.
He is unable to lie
like me...
unless slightly unconsciously.
But that is our intention here...
to become the clear conscious Christ.
So whatever hides in the shadow
we pull into light
with diligency and love to Be.
So forgiveness ahead
because you don't feed me sugar words
only sugar in my coffee
and too much salt in my eggs.
I love you, Amen.
SLY FOX - Dramatic verse, Epic and Deep.
Dramatic verse? How surprising coming from the SLY FOX Drama Queen.
Epic and deep? Well, excuse me
but you have me confused with somebody else entirely.
I'm about as deep as PD's so called poetry.
So listen good and listen hard to me my little SLY FOX Drama Queen pretty.
Go stick your SLY FOX head on the body of a donkey
so that all who then see you will truly see you as
what you truly are. A Royal Pain In The Ass!
Yeah, again I know this isn't the correct form
Feel free to disqualify me.
I just happened to be rambling along
and thought I'd stop for a quick slam on PD.
This isn't for PD's contest,
but I'm entering it anyway because I'm her nemesis and pest.
*TheKidsterWasHere*
Madison's poetry replays in my head, and she said, "Tag, you're it!"
My poetic wings will spread, so I'll be the pilot and she can sit in the cockpit!
With my wordplay, I'm taking her up, up, and away!
I want to be one with her DNA, and together she'll forever be my protege...
Let me show you my dear MS. Poe what has inspired the push of my pen.
My poetry is a love TKO, and my words will meld with you, skin to skin!
If I climb inside your brilliant mind, can I take a swim?
A rare jewel is hard to find, and our hearts are a synonym....
Ok let me look through your pretty brown eyes; but tell me what I will see?
I'll just use my creativity, and fantasize, giving you universal poetry!
Yes, do show me, 'the god's amongst men,' for I am king of all kings.
I'll make love to your mind with pad and pen, and comfort your skin with angelic wings!
You called "check," and said it was my move.
Here's a poetic hicky to your neck, and I pray you don't disapprove!
Physically your beauty, from one through ten, is eleven!
Yes momi you're a cutie, so ignore those other men, and I'll show you heaven!
*Re-tag you're it Madison!
I am so bored that I put up my pen and paper,
Now with a free style I will attempt this caper.
I feel as if I no longer have any reasons to post,
Since I am unable to do what I enjoyed the most.
I know that we have to be "POETICALLY" correct now,
But I still struggle with trying to figure out how,
When all that I want to do is just challenge you all,
Whether it be friend or foe or whether I stand or fall,
I enjoy the challenge of being quite witty,
But, without an opponent, I wrap myself in pity.
I don't want another witch hunt to be repeated,
And I think that the WARLOCK just got "his" "slam" deleted.
Then again, I am not very often here,
So why would I really have anything to fear.
All that I want to do is just have a little fun,
And find "someone" new under the sun.
If anyone out there feels the same,
Then send me a message letting me know you are game.
You think you have me down pat
So, I’m going to move when you say this or that
Go scrub the rust from the pipes in your head
Can’t you remember I escaped your bed
Your heart engorged with congealed blood
Can only be cleared by a massive flood
Don’t think I’ll go throw a pity party
A stand I should take since you were forty
I’ve long stop feeding babes with spoon
This time, I need, myself to groom
Crystal clear, stream of water
This to myself I’ll joyfully gather
Nurturing hope, change and love
Redeeming the grace, from God above
So, with my new self, let me bond
Need no disquiet here to stand
So go! Go with your selfish greed
No longer with your ache I’ll seed
So, with my new self let me bond
Need no disquiet here to stand
Must I continue to hear your crying,
Regarding the issue of scars and sheep.
Nobody else sees that you are trying
A way to avoid being put to sleep.
Teach me how this "slamming thing" should be done;
Eventually I will get it right.
Teach me, by engaging me one-on-one,
Having the guts to just SHUT-UP and fight.
Entertain the crowd, while using your "skill,"
Giving them a good reason to believe.
React to me with that instinct that kills,
Every time that my rhymes are received.
All that I want is for you to step up
To the plate, and stop whining like a pup.
Hey P.D.
You think you can compete with me
But you can’t take the heat
Get out of my kitchen
Go back to your easy bake oven
I am a master chef
Dicing and slicing
As I cut my lines
Like a coke addict
Out of his mind
You think you can cook
But your stuck on my hook
And can’t stop staring
Hey babe
Want to know what I’m wearing
Don’t worry I ain’t sharing
Once I’m through
Putting you in your place
Its all for you
Just letting you know
You’re the catcher
I’m the pitcher
Hey love
Like the feel of my ball
In your glove
I can throw all day
So I hope your ready
For a steady
Meal of my ways
Just roll over
And give it up
Even though you’re my lover
You ain’t got enough
don’t make me get rough
Trying to hold back
What you cant contain
Got me on your brain
Making you insane
Come on auspice
Just give me this
Tell me I am the greatest
And kneel at my feet
And admit defeat
ok, lets get some thing straight. my lies? if they are lies then you just screwed yourself
buddy. cos' you believed every "lie" and if i believe something, should i really be persecuted?
deleted? killed even? why should i take this crap from you? all i did was love you. and then
you pull this. so what is it, liar? what is it? just last week you loved me. so stop fooling
yourself by saying you can get better than me. your girl is fugly. just like you. you look like
job of the hut. bet it felt great, thinking you could actually hurt me by "slamming" me. well i
have news for you. i have more crap to say about you than you have to say about me, so
you can go look through your little "slam" and delete all the lies you just wrote.. sorry to
blow your cover, RYAN DIMAIO. hah, you are such a jerk. your dead to me..... just a lost
love that never was. so take that and think of something to slam me with, your little lies. you
are mental. crazy. YOU ARE A JOKE! so there, take that and shove that in yoru little diary.
friggin' slob.