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Criminals- Part 1- Fiction

The morning arrived quickly
like some destined death at sunrise
this means its time to go
Across town to our morning job
waiting for us like the patient spider

I swear to you I didn't see him 
standing there at first
cloaked behind an umbrella of darkness
his eyes layed upon me like great weight 
on my shoulders; feeling his motives knowing 
what comes next.

We got him first
the guard I mean 
the latest stun g-- helps
he fell face first unto the damped
concrete.
We got away.


Copyright 2009 By Diiamond Rich

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Criminals- Part3- Fiction

I hate a fool..
one who never sees the angles
of the most important things
I heard sheep are produced from such acts
of betrayal, with that said  the entire town 
spoke to their loving criminals daily
and never knew we were the ones performing magic
with their ancient valuables.
But this part is not about that
its about what drove me to find the right ones
to commit such a sin
and why a place I love so dearly
with their secrets and hatred for something
different and free
now you have to deal with us society
and don't worry no one will die or be hurt
no one will slowly become a slave 
non like you I have compassion...
We believe in God not ourselves. To be continued..

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Un- Plugged

I was never a follower anyway
a big fan of the matrix; my heads loose
like a few screws you know
Suggest right I go left.
The first I ever witnessed man evolving
into something else
I would tell you what but I can't pronounce 
the word.
Theres a machine lodged in the moon
on the other half whispers of atlantis
exscape the through sound waves
They blamed it all on mental illness
truthfully maybe it is, or maybe they
were just grinning for nothing the day
it arrived.
They call them screaming folks on the corner
some of us call them crazy depending on the color
their blasting prophets off their sqaure in the new 
millinium, as for me I'm still searching
screaming out in the night like a mother-less animal
trying not to become prey to no man
keeping the scriptures close to my heart
like they will the sword as soon as some claims 
he will return; like a thief in the night
Hope I won't be stealing that night
out of the front door hands filled with valuables
not ever knowing the owners will never return
Sorry for getting religous on you, acting out what 
they want me to be
The reasons for all the mind f---ing ya dig
and all the incouraged words of suicide
Life is wonderful and free
Dude I got hooked on the episodes of schizafrania like
a television now I need it to live like a hit from the pipe
NO, NO I'm drug free never was for peer pressure
I use to watch my favorite aunts suck up the gothic lines
and leave and mentally able to push away in the ladder years
Their playing politics with our Christ
placing him at the door of prascastination
meaning; no one wants the truth of his coming
to much money involved, to much sin un-resolved
and everyone could be the prophecy but you
Your just always the victim.

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Criminals-Part 2 Fiction

The expressways not far from the warehouse
my workers and I rented a small ryder for
four days and decided to park along a busy congested street
They'll never see the product again; we designed with 
bogus logo's and stuck it on an avenue right smack in the ghetto.
The guard is down, we dragged him to secure place in the
building, hes knocked out cold but he'll live
rob stuck a half empty bottle of cognac in his hand and
threw the throw back cap over his closed eyes. To be continued.....

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Criminals-- Part 5

After the ware house we decided to
seperate for a week or two
I grabbed a brew down on Girard
avenue 
thats right where you can still see 
the ghost tormenting all but the so-called
sinners.
My trip out of town will be a different
kind of assembly, a couple of sharp shooters
we found dabbling at the range
we pay them to watch our back from the 
roof as I make my transaction.
Sorry the stun guns retired for now
may not even have to use these ones I got
Better safe than sorry.

I love Tiffany but their not in season
right now
not like gold or rear coins
not like some rear dinosaur bones off
the coast of Australia.
I f I could find that rear specie I'd
retire as young as I am and move to England.

To Be Continued....

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Pop My Collar Like Lafonze!

This bipolarness is killing me man
one moment I'm happy the nxet I'm sad
don't get us talkin bout the good book
scriptures you think you undersand, the ones
we mis-understood.
I thought the voices were devine dude
probaly one of you screwing around
with my head.

Pop my collar like Lafonze!

was pointing everyone out but all
the right people
come to find out the bad guys were
the ones who so quiet
can't work together or have unity
inless it against one of their own
They walk around all day taunting me 
with middle fingers
I could be crazy.. like the voice who told
Eli to go west
Like the voice who told Jeremiah about
the destruction
Like the voice who told Danial to prophecy
All the instruments of illusion including a few
sighting of my own?
Coming together for a doubtful future
the same Christ spoke about with his deciples.
Toward evil I just

Pop my collar like Lafonze!

I'm cool about man
cool like a fan
I got angels on my side
about the amount of sand
Yall aint doing nothing
making fools out ya selves
and for nothing

its cool

Pop My Collar Like Lafonze!

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More Babbling From Diiamond Rich

Do you think its disrespectful to curse
on the same lines as the word God
even unaware rambling through society
on a hot plate.
I hoped criminals hooked you like a fish
like the images in my mind last summer
a little to real to be mental illness
It felt like a group of emps got together 
for a pajamma party in my head.
And whats up with all the exploitation of
religous poems; hologram tecnology I 
love star trek smothered with onions 
and volkens on some cloaked rock
Humans shouldn't hurt humans inless its in
self defense, and if so least have the half of
heart to say sorry by f--- you
I'm doubting the whole humanity thing
just like charity just something to make 
me look good, deep down I'm the villin and 
you know it
I'll get it all back at the end of the year anyway
Not all just some, the ones who can turn money
and power into a mind f--- jinxing yourself for
a petty laugh
I use to get high to Marvin Gaye 
wine, the good kind you need a kork for
steak and onions, the good kind you need a knife
and fork for
The midnight whores was knockin on my window
like a heavy hail storm
they never went in from the cold they used the pipe 
to stay warm
yeah I said, the pipe to stay warm.

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Criminals: Part 4-- Fiction

The ware house was hot and humid
rob located the crate on the upper level
right next to his own; he asked our boss to lease 
for an employee discount.
Before we left work earlier he charged the batterie
for the old fork lift, we pulled down the crate filled
with our own little dreams inside
We knew axactly how to open it because we sealed
it tight, like no one would ever reveal the contents but
the owner.
A rush of air poured out of the crate like a wave from
the cool ocean, bubbled wrapped and given "extra"
special attention for the long wait
The owners are in Florida enjoying the sun
We are in the ware house enjoying their goods
I heard they weren't to kind to some
Ones who had not trusted their maids until their return
Filled with old greats of art, including a few rear vases
 molded by the beautiful hands of Tiffany  :) To Be Continued

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Mental S

Yeah I know the names is tooken
already, you know the Diiamond
mine has two eyes, no it doesn't mean 
I'm watching you; actually it means your watching 
me like an owl on its night prowl.

If it was up to me I'd rob everyone 
of you blind, and then return it back
to you
Nothing like practice
No...... I'm talking bout your sadness
I would stick up your bad day and steal 
your sadness, I think like the wolves on the
nature channel, or the lions always got make an
example out of some punk a-- hyennas

Mental s

You know like the grass is green
I like grass
The workers are tired
I hate to work
But I will work over your private 
safe while your on vacation
I'm good at it well not me a friend of
mine, I'm good planning things out
like keepimg the dog happy while he work
on ya safe--- LOL LOL

Mental s

You ever see the guy in the movie
need that rush in life to fully live
the perfect woman? she loves to role play
Over night I'm an actor, she gives midnight 
awards for my prospectives with positions
look up kinky my face is there.


Mental s





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Thanks guys for these comments and I want to say.. sometimes I have no idea where this stuff comes from, I wrote this lsat year as an exercise piece for a short story, but I'm talking directly to you but its not intended for you, in the book up to this point the charactor is standing around some vuluable things and hes thinking to himself. Its my style of writing My alter ego is... wow!!! Thanks guys and have a great morning.