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Sir Typical Poem
RESCUE MISSION
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My people
Are drugged
to a slumber sleep.
Those wide awake,
Have become puppets
To the diabolic puppet masters.
I am a commander
To an army of words
Ready to be diplomatic.
One touch and the ink spills
As pen and paper bring them to life.
Am on a rescue mission, all by myself.
I got lines
on a mission.
To build
and to destroy.
Representing
heaven and hell.
Of course, i am a poet
Ready to charge with anger and hate
My mind is deadly;
I can bring the Soviet Union
to it's knees.
If you want me to,
I can cause chaos,
Or promote world peace.
My words are highly ranked
With military nuclear warheads.
Am a poet and that alone, draws the verdict.
Copyright © Sir Typical | Year Posted 2022
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Sir Typical Poem
You're my serendipity
I am scintillating
There is amalgamation of the body mind and soul
You are my blue crayon, the one I can never have enough of
The one I use to colour my sky
So why don't we fall, in love tonight!
And make the gods wish they were mortals.
I am oscillating,
To get a glimpse, of this spark
That the world is glorifying,
And Boom, it is our hearts uniting.
I swear, you are mesmerising;
I mean, even the stars chant our names,
And the moon is jealous.
So tonight, is perfect my starlight!
Let's make the gods wish they were mere mortals.
I was living in a half remembered dream, but you brought me back to my senses
Suddenly you call my name, and I lose my brain and I float up to the moon.
In vain I have struggled, I wont no more.
My feelings will not be repressed.
You must allow me to whisper in your ear how ardently I admire and love you.
What I feel for you falls somewhere between,
the unyielding love and loyalty of true
and lifelong friends
and the delectably dark indecent lust of a heated one night stand.
I can feel every soft part of me giving in,
there is no denying
I have a weakness for you
So why don't we fall, in love tonight..?!
and make the gods wish they were mortals.
Oh yes!
I have a weakness for those oceanic eyes,
There's this brimstone burning desire, deep inside
You can literally see it in my eyes, that i can't tire
From watching the angelic flare that burns within you
And I bet, a one night stand won't suffice to dull the glowing
Flame of lust that is fueled by the beauty you possess.
Neither Poseidon nor Aphrodite, can dispute this undisputed fact.
What we got can never be in vain, so call my name in the plains,
And let the world know,
That tonight, is perfect my starlight!
Let's make the gods wish they were mere mortals.
Copyright © Sir Typical | Year Posted 2022
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Sir Typical Poem
What I heard about love,
It’s so sadistic and pathetic to the core.
They claim, “It’s the judge, jury and executioner”
The rumors sounded surreal and so real
It’s a mutual tolerance,
Of an agreement signed by fools.
Ink, that slowly fades into the blue
Leaving the hue of the unforgiving cue.
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
So much pretense,
From our “Judge, jury and executioner”
Claiming to be the cure
That brings deliverance,
Like that priest on the podium, at a Sunday service
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
Bitter, sweeter?
Too much clutter in the chatter,
Like it was raised in the gutter.
Don’t believe in it,
It only makes you weaker.
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
You wait for it, patiently
You give it your all, unconditionally.
It comes, and leaves painful wounds
You patch yourself, eagerly
But the scars will still bleed, profusely.
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
Love lies, my son
Love entails betrayal
Love feeds off of the believer’s heart
Love isn’t innocent
Love is just another illusion
In the magician's bag of tricks.
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
Love is death,
By a thousand knives
With instant reincarnation
Just to experience your death,
All over again!
At least, that’s how they expressed themselves,
When we talked about this creature,
Called “Love”.
Love is for the weak,Hatred is for the meek.
That’s why we have murderers,
Because, love is unconditional pain
Which does not deserve to be given!
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
Copyright © Sir Typical | Year Posted 2025
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