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Mohush Ga Poem
taking me days and days,
taking me weeks and weeks,
taking me months and months,
taken me probably a year.
how the highest highs stoop down to the lowest lows,
arresting me in handcuffs the harshest shame I’m in parole.
don’t you know don’t you know conditions are hard to control?
sucking all the coolness from my skin why are you restricting my blood flow?
subconscious not aligned with my frantic movements
I’m always petrified spasms are on a League of Their own.
been dusting off such tick-like habits,
rusting off my prickly fingers, how they all corrode
I swear all these man-made bandits want the the hunt so they unfold.
Copyright © MoHush GA | Year Posted 2024
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Mohush Ga Poem
Words in the street,
I’m gonna flee I’m gonna flee
To the greenery scene,
Made the skys get down on one knee
To submit to me.
The sunny cool stream
To the haven state of be,
How I’ve walken across the busy street.
It’s saturday!!! I’m guessing where I could be.
Copyright © MoHush GA | Year Posted 2024
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Mohush Ga Poem
Crash and burn this heat
Parties are crossed with unworthy
Brains stop- toxic waste!
Copyright © MoHush GA | Year Posted 2025
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Mohush Ga Poem
Emotions ain't subtle stronger parts,
Concept of yin-yang deeper
Dark whispers kill em.
Copyright © MoHush GA | Year Posted 2025
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Mohush Ga Poem
Up… Up!!!
Objective unclear.
mind seeps in flowing my dear.
Separates in two
My… the times out of tune.
Dim, Dated, Drapes, form the blanket outside.
What’s the point? We don’t need curfews.
But let’s forget about the grim!!!
And more the Uprise…
Oranges squeezing, Yellow Bright Mixing,
blanket dripping,
Pouring and milking
Such positivity in our minds.
Heads in 3D; Dreams are meaning
Hold up… man’s out here deeping.
Now the sky’s mouth has closed for its clearing.
The call to Awakening is here.
Stiff… Stiff…
Ahh… my body’s rough now.
The futile opening of my eyes,
The futile rolling of my eyes,
The futile blinking of my eyes,
The futile wavering with my eyes,
The futile gazing with my eyes.
Futile… Futile… Futile…
Wake Up!!
Mind in confusion
Shall I call this the execution…?
Copyright © MoHush GA | Year Posted 2024
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Mohush Ga Poem
Splices and splashes in the spring of daylight,
sprinkle of treacle tranquillises mind sweet.
Don’t get me wrong even the greenery is key,
gentle is sound stream has bought me full ease
Rest assured… sunshine gleaming over ‘MY’ Green,
Consistent before I was in this best scene.
Moment was chill when I expected the breeze
Taken aback from the gifts that are free.
Droplets are tapping on mind I’m carefree,
Dazzled enlightened all this treatment stands virtue,
Taken aback from the gifts I’m all gratitude.
0/10 on a Richter scale That’s Magnitude
Gonna win… Gonna win…Gonna win… I’m my own fortitude.
Nothing to me is stalemate that’s my attitude,
Showing up again at night lights beam at solitude.
Communication with my only water I’ll never mess with you,
Been served by the grace of God.
Under the Beam of lights and tools,
I can arch my back whenever I want without those stupid stalls
This highlight on me feels electrifying ima come back.
This paranormal hydration I’m in comeback Ima keep it a stack
This my new apparition I will lap dance on this stand.
- MoHush
Copyright © MoHush GA | Year Posted 2024
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