Posts Tagged ‘ freedom ’

Bad timing

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To breathe…
(Just) to be…
I AM sure
That is all,
She is wanting…
But me…
Oh
selfish me…
Craves to keep her,
For me
& only
ME!…
Not in a cage,
But
More than likely
A very elegant leash…
My hands
Would never dare pull
Without her permission,
Since I prefer
To control
Not physically,
But mentally…
So
To be,
Speaking
Completely
And
Honestly…
I yearn
Like an innocent youth
With all of my might,
& All of my soul
Whole
heartedly…
To have it be,
Just her
and me.
Constantly,
Wrapped in one another
Deeply
Heavily breathing…
Unfortunately.
She’s been a slave
Far before
I started lusting
For her
So
passionately…
No matter
How badly
I would give
For she,
Only
Wishes,
To be
Free…

The Boasters

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It’s not your fault
That you like
What you do

You were programmed
And manipulated
Hard
screwed

Tight
are the bearings
While other things
Are unjust
and set just too loose

(fool)

Images
Sounds
And uber things
way Beyond sights
Most don’t even
pay
attention to

It’s all recorded
And inks out
With the actions
That you
subconsciously
And knowingly spew

What you show off
And what you Give
UnConditional
And Endless
Glory to

A brand
A name
A drug
The activity
That you do
With the boo

What is your God?
What is that you
can’t live
Without
Hesitation to attempt
To skip orders and Pursue?

Repeat
Promise
Promises
And
Reuse

You can say
That you
Only
Do
You

A Non believer
To the thought
And notion
That There’s something
Way
above you

Do houses not have walls?
And hair weaves not have
A strong need
for sowing
And or crazy glue?

I ramble in jokes
Because there’s
To much to bring up
Giving numerous amounts
Of possessions to argue

As a people
We need
Not the wants
But the strength
and order
to stand
and remain true

Something to keep
Holy
And Un chipped
Like the tooth

That’s been
In too dirtiest
Of a mouths
To put
any
Sorts of
faith
Into

Go on
Chapter
A million
And something
Something
thirty two

….

Mary-go

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I once
Was in hot pursuit
Until I forgot
What I was looking for,
Happiness
Brings differences
Once we start
Discussing what’s Mine And yours,
Selfishness
Brings happiness
After what’s left
Of what us Absorbs…

up

she doesn’t care

she just wants to break free,

no longer looking at her self

crying constantly comparing,

to others-her want

is never fleeting,

there are far too many options & things

for someone to be,

the essence of your self

isn’t quite as unique as you thought it to be,

looking for love in this club

that others simply go for mating,

being out and about at 2am

isn’t going to find you that love your forever seeking,

being of this world

is similar to a cat stuck in a tree,

may the servants of your God

hurry up and beam thee,

up

up

up

farther than the eye can see,

keep your arms wide open

and never cease from praying.

believe

The Art Of

you can’t

make everyone

happy

I’m learning that,

they want you to go left

but not from what is left

so you go and give them what is right

yet still you catch the same slack,

the master

wants the young grass hopper

to think that the pebble they have

no one can ever snatch,

however like art

words no matter how direct

are still but allusions for interpretation

to be in sync doesn’t always match,

games end and start

when both players play on a the table

and fast math still doesn’t calculate

the power in the sleight of hand,

so once the dust has settled

and the howling wind finally comes to a calm

and every one is being honest (the truth is out)

why do we continue to play pretend?!?!

if one has you

by the balls

how can you

stomp your feet/ wave your hands and still make demands?

so what comes to light

do we ignore when in our sights

or do we use the rapport we’ve built

and let them know we understand?

knip it

in the bud

before its gets

way to out of hand,

I guess

that’s what happen

and that’s why

I got canned,

we all know

the revolution is coming

 we (the company) don’t need a bottom of the barrel dummy

getting all these underprivileged  people in need to make a stand.

.

.

.

damn.

/////(the second bullet point that was made

on my termination

was that

we were discussing the kelly thomas case

and that I stated

that some police “show no restraint”.

This client I was speaking with

has an old retired vet

who knew the system

and was no down on his luck.

Instead of getting preachy

as the previous poem questioned,

and just agreeing with the man,

[I call it “yes, yes’in’em”]

They took that as one of my stances.

Which may or may not be

but that’s not the case

because its irrelevant

to the fact that I was trying to

sweep him off the phones,

as to what they [the company] apparently wanted

instead of getting into deep conversation

but even that didn’t sit well with them)////

#FreedomOfReligion

there isn’t too much space to grow

when your trapped inside of the box,

I wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable

if there wasnt so many locks,

im sure it’s for my own safety

like the recommendation of shoes to go over your socks,

but sometimes it feels good to feel

the rough edges of the rocks,

so I can remember once again

why I even decided to drop,

the habits that made me a savage

some need discipline , some just can’t stop

not so invisible war

life is beautiful (when not a lie)

life is great (with no bitter taste)

life is good (when IT could),

life is like

a relationship

we never fully understood,

working backwards

from the suburbs

to the hood,

all because

one wanted to take

what wasnt ment to be took,

in THE constant

pursuit

the soul became shook,

eagerly waiting

to read the next page

of an unauthorized book,

i see IT coming

im so excited

i cant even look,

simple rhyme scheme aside

there are things

that we choose not to see,

and just so you know

that’s going

to kill thee,

distractions

are controlling

what your thinking,

while your watching

jersey shore (or what ever you call reality)

the real world is breaking