NO FEAR OF TERRORISTS THREATS FROM DANITA DELMONT AGENT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MULES SMUGGLING DRUGS AND LAUNDERING THE STASH UNDER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY OPERATION SOUIX CITY INTERNAL AFFAIRS LITERALLY ABUSE OF POWER 922 822 TALISA SHAW HILTON GOD BLESS AMERICA NO FRAR OF SCUM DEAR DANNY BOY OR GIRL WEARING HOOFS HOUSE HALF HORSE HALF WOMAN GALLOPING AS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND RIDE THIS FRESK OF NATURE LEAVING SLIME ON MY WINDOW SILL HISSING MULE MULE RUSHING TO CANADA STUFFED WITH DRUGS THE DONKEY THE ASSES CIRO BORROWED FROM TAMPA DANEILLE VENSOR FLEE FROM ME I SMELL YOUR STENCH RAW EGGS NOSE HAIRS TOE FUNGUS OH DANNY BOY OR GIRL SEEKING MY EX HUSBAND WATCHING ME TOO SUN BATHE LISTENING TO MY SISTER'S MOM AND I ON YOUR ILLEGAL EAR PIECES YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION THE SIX THINGS DOTH THE LORD HATES SEVEN IS YOU AN ABOMINATION
Frequently she said of the other
who she compared
him to her
other
Asset based relationship
ought not include one or the other men
to know whats happening
Should one include
somethings that
is rude
and should the other dictate
for the other to either
ne-go or negate
it's all in the wording
that it is either excepted or rejected
most common then it's mentioned
as a point of reflection
then she schemed to meet him
must she scheme to keep him
to make so many people
involved: are these then to problemate
or problem resolve?
Theres a volume out now on everyday life, by an ex border
Patroller and its 'all about the strife' of whats happening in Chicago? where
Al was chased and taxed, theres invasion it says' and
The limits are all out-maxed..!It talks of replacement of
A city's black souls, yet three billion dollars earmarked for venezualens 'in the hold?' of the mayor and his servants.
Waiting to be spent, on the next stage of their journey up
From a city of tents, it makes grim reading i'd say from
What I've heard..Seems like the everyday Americans are
Being driven out like a herd..Now I think i've come across that
Term before.? Like in a plan oft derided.' Gets me wondering even more.
On what has really been decided.??
I am not wrong
stop saying that I am
this is not on me
the issue is with them
I did not yell
or even raise my voice
I did what I should
but how was that the right choice
Im just supposed to sit there
and listen to them put me down
they now do it
no matter who else is around
I cant be the only one
that sees whats happening here
but they all just sit there
grinning ear to ear
when we get back home
One by one they'll call
"I just wanted to check on you
That was not nice at all"
Then why did you just sit there
and watch it all unfold
you are such a coward
nothing about you is bold
They will watch me get thrown down
Time and time again
and never say a word
Because its not happening to them
Nobody wants to make any waves
But im drowning in the sea
They will watch me die
before getting wet to rescue me
STUNNING SO STUNNING IM SO STUNNING STUNTASTIC
IM SO STUNNING STUNTASTIC LIKE ALLADIN 6OU BASTARD THE AVATAR THE SUPERSTAR ON THE BOULEVARD DIRECTING TRAFFIC LIKE INSPECTOR GADGETS BUT NO LAW AND ORDER NO BADGETS JUST ON MY NBA MAGIC WHATS HAPPENING IT AINT MY FAULT I TALK TO TALK WALK TO WALK FLOSS MY JEWELS THEY SPARK WHAT THE YOU THOUGH HAVE SUM THUNDER THAT WILL PUT U UNDER LIKE THE UNDERTAKE GROUNDHOG BOSS UP MYSTERIOUSLY
Feel the knot feel the knot
twist and turn, back and forth
nausia gets worse much worse
whats happening
bloated belly a force full relief
first times good, seconds a high class blended treat
a smelly brownish stew
my stomaches waste and rejection
consisting of unwanted vegetables;
cluttered with partial unwanted tainted meat
Yellow pasty stomach vial
bloody broth, colourful fibers
piled in front of me unhealthy toxic relief
mysterious yet obvious pungent odors
spread about through hot steam as would with stewed beef
a work of waste a work of art radiates and exubes from the unhealthy me...
Being 12 ain't
what it's cracked up to be
No longer a child but
still not quite a teen
My childhood tastes
are beginning to change.
Whats happening to my body,
now that's just strange
I'm becoming more
interested in boys
and have less time
to play with my toys
My emotions are now
all over the place
and now I have pimples
growing all over my face.
In a few short months
I'll be a teen
And no longer
be stuck in between
Stuck between being
an adult and a child
One things for sure, my
teenage years will be wild.
7/3/2020
Row after row of terraced houses
a thousand storys all with the same ending.
Clocking in clocking out
new born babys crying
old men dying.
Red letter days and no way to pay
this is the reality in england today.
Mininum wages ,maxium effort
bosses that drive brand new mercedes
politicians paid 3 times our wages
apathy rules, stuck in front of the tele
whats happening on love island
means more to the masses
as suicide rates go higher and higher.
Words and the speeches do not matter
when your elected representives
think they know better.
Keir Hardy and Bevan
would wonder whats happened
to this england.
Mothers getting their breast cut off so they cant feed
their children in need
of a natural right
so i will march and fight
against apartheid
throw away the suit and tie
lace up your boots and fight
for a reason why
when we go to war we have no idea
we been could of stopped north Korea
from polluting the airways with diarhea
and multiple gassing
look around whats happening
the core of our declaration of independence is cracking
our politics and governments are lacking
chip your arm and they start tracking
id rather have my head cut off than to give that any backing
id rather hear the truth
than some gold toothed wanna be spit some garbage in the booth
between me and you i just want to hear whats true.
A day like any other is taking place
With me hanging out with friends;
Just seeing them puts a smile on a face,
And it makes me glad to meet them again.
My day is moving forward with time
And I'm entertained by my friends conversation;
But I remember I have a deadly obstacle to climb,
One that will have my body paralyzed and render my recollection.
I sit down at my desk and prepare my stuff
As the teacher is giving her lecture to the class;
All of a sudden my body hits the floors so rough,
My brain takes every memory of mine first till last.
As I feel my muscles tense up and jolt violently
It is my head that hits the floor incredibly hard;
Causing more of whats happening constantly,
And pretty soon this seizure will be my last card.
I regain my consciousness slowly but surley
With the help of a girl who sits next to me;
Supporting me up until I am able to stand firmly,
But also reminding everyone of the space I need.
Now I am up and somewhat responsive
Though I am nauseous and dizzy from the incident;
This is something I was born with and is unwanted,
So I have to accept the fact that the seizures aren't an accident.
I'm trynna treat you right
And we have our playful fights
You taught me to love life
When all I thought I had... Was my knife
Almost every day.
Hold your hand close to me.
Post me against the wall and stick pins on all four corners.
Explain whats happening in vivid emotion.
If I've pissed you off black out my eyes.
If you've stored me in your heart cover the space behind me blood red.
There is no need to question the value of if what you feel is real.
Slide my face across bright light in means to cover my face in fashion.
In a variety of back drops and shade.
Smear my face in distorted emotion.
A synthetic hue vibrant and wild.
Color my hair yellow then blue.
Do as you wish.
But by all means don't leave my picture the way it is
I yearned for the shift.
Requested a window seat and everything.
was given one on the trip back.
the frequencies took a while to link up but they soon met.
But did he see her?
Does he really know who she is?
Has he eaten her meat down to the bone so thoroughly that he can scrape her bone marrow out
He has warned about the depths of his grasping love.
her soul flies free like a willow tree
Exclusivity is his final Vision, but her dreams at night are
full of poly, infinite hearts
I usually drink "tears for breakfast"
So not really sure whats happening, a sensitive soul has captured me
and it feels...right....right?
I'm waching the clock its screaming tick tock 3 o'clock with homework not done im already gone out of this world with one ood friend she helps me out she calls me chout once again im dreaming in bed but ill alawys have that dream in my head i wake up to see my mom meanly glaring as i start blankly staring and staring as i keep staring wondering whats happening i got to school to see my teacher glaring i open my eyes gust anough to see my friend is failing once again its just a dream thank the lord now im really awake eating my stake doing my work watching my mom weirdly lurk i ask her why she doesnt reply oh well time for school but wait its saturday so i go back to sleep i awake and start to weep i start to weep beause i cant get back to sleep
We shared so much together
from boys to youths to men
My brother from another mother,
my very truest friend
Fate dealt the cruelest blow,
and took you away from me
I thought my heart may break,
but from pain you were set free
I miss you every single day
Your always on my mind
Your laugh , the jokes ,the stories
We shared ,work rest n play
One day my time will come
My life will be at an end
I will not fear whats happening
Till we meet again my friend
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