Little lemmings,
beware of the Yukon yodel
Don’t ear swallow the Arctic shiny yellow
Fake eureka disclosure: It’s jingle hollow
So, enamel blowflake please,
place not your panhandle hope
in Ivory Boast fool’s goad
I, ebony breath beg of thee,
be not glutton belly-button led
by a cold, glittering scold
Don’t covetously follow down that
moral bankruptcy road
In pocket phantom search of
the vapor Mutter lode
Me true mouth reveal
You con artificial treasures,
lip sin-thetic as can be
Buried deep
in hidden veins of avarice,
a fraudulent rush of pulse greed
Little lemmings,
has your metallic lust minds
been pricked
by the spiked-tongue,
prospector stick
Well, that illusory discovery
is sho’ gonna make you
empty riches sick
You’ve been mine shaft collapsed warned:
With an amber hair air of wavy mirage con-fidence,
scratch not shiny pockets of leper loins
Don’t dare hoard collect
pubic counterfeit canary-colored coins
This project Private D be
pitch black ink hurling free,
five-star ingot spit
Can you dig it!
Rare Darkie wisdom uttered
be Ghetto parable
Nugget knowledge unstuttered —
Sambo Spade told
Categories:
thetic, allusion, muse, wisdom, word
Form: Rhyme
- Love -
No space to hide my feelings
Heaven and earth attest to this dealing
Only your love can heal this thetic
Your attention is what am seeking
To my lord am kneeling
To grant me power over this feelings
That's the desires i'm wishing
I can't wait, but i've no choice
Believe me, I am all yours
A is my score
If you're a course
If I fail
I can try again
Until my air cease to exist
You don't have to assist
All I need is your permit
I built a space in my heart
To accommodate your parts
You'll fit in
Like key to lock
Be mine
As I will to be yours
And I cross my two fist over the chest
To show you how much you mean!
-Iyaji M.S
Categories:
thetic, love,
Form: Epic