#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
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☝️ I love how humble this is, Lepp. Really.
AspergerPoet56
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Ache Of Infinity (NoPoo 66)
Since
creation began
you have been
in my DNA
twin helix
so cutting you
would be
self harm
ominous and low
begins
an obsessional love
that can never end
my heart wont let go
for i am
the river flowing
to your ocean
endless
an ache of infinity
from twilight
to dawn
i wait for you
need your light
the awe of beauty
creation began
you have been
in my DNA
twin helix
so cutting you
would be
self harm
ominous and low
begins
an obsessional love
that can never end
my heart wont let go
for i am
the river flowing
to your ocean
endless
an ache of infinity
from twilight
to dawn
i wait for you
need your light
the awe of beauty
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adagio
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The Gothic, Mr. Sneeze. Cold in winter haunting souls of bones. And their misdemeanor. Containing ragtime trailing a treble low voice and bass. But it's only in the red Georgia clay. Listening to Charlie Daniels scoot his fiddle. Tasting the seeds of death's spiced infinity. Hearing the wheels of the squeaking Mariah carrying me home.
Grace
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17.01.2021
6.26am
#NoPoo
Yet I still look up
to see if you're there
scrolling through pages
to see what I missed
listening to voices
in my head
wondering why I'm
breathing stale air
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Yet I still look up
to see if you're there
scrolling through pages
to see what I missed
listening to voices
in my head
wondering why I'm
breathing stale air
85
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Death Row
Humans waiting for repels, retrials, residents kept in a long corridor, leading to a black forgotten hole
Time to repent, forgive, yet, living on borrowed time for their soul
This is the most sensitive poem I’ve ever wrote
The topic alone brings a lump to my throat
The words Thy Should Not Kill
Immoral choices in one’s life, does Capital Punishment fit a Life or Death bill
Taking one’s breath away bringing their existence to an involuntary stand still
Sealing the presence of their fate
For some, this is such a controversial debate
But wait
I have to go on record, not meaning to strike a cord
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You are there on your own accord
Three square meals given, plus room and board
For crimes of nature, justice has deemed your presence to be hidden, completely ignored
Never to be restored
A topic for me to thoroughly explore
This narrative comes down to two sides, you decide
I’ll just provide the scenarios, not the whys
The parent writing the letters, and the parent whose tears fill her eyes
Most people would say, life without parole should be enough for a person who has misbehaved
Spare their life, surely, they can be saved
Nine months of life she birthed and gave
Kneeling in remembrance as she now lays flowers on a young grave
For a thug with a gun on the run
Priors, juvenile detention centers, incarcerated at a young age
Read from off a lengthily docket page
In court, the Defense hollers a plea
No, a mother emotional outburst drops her to her knees
He snatched my child’s fun, who was playing on the porch in the warm summer sun
Sentence him to death
For all the nights I held my son’s pillow and wept
Your Honor, my son is a good man
Yes, he has made many mistakes, and yes this crime he has been accused of, I understand
I raised him the best I can
To place him on death role is so unfair
It is a mother’s worst despair, an endless nightmare
A grieving mother has no rights
Heaven have given my son his angelic sights
Your son should be punished to the fullest extent of the law, and then sentenced to die
I will never wish death of a child to any parent, no lie
But my son is now confined to the sky
You son still breathes
My son is in a grave, who I shall never see
I feel your pain, I really do
However, take an exception too
Two women both in pain
Who would you blame
Death over Life
Both parents living with daily strife
Tears from the grave Tears glimpsed behind bars
Resolutions for both sides, close but no cigars, by far
One parent wishing on a star for her nightmare to have a worthless life end
One parent wishing for repeals, new evidence to finally kick in
If you were in this situation, how would you see this
My opinions are private, I have to be bias and dismiss
My answer deemed amiss
It’s a preconception topic on my wish list
As you ponder this poem
No judgments in vain, so keep your thoughts warm
Some issues in life I just refuse to say
However, if some have walked in these shoes, most will say, hell you have to pay
Needle to veins you are hoping for, as a preacher forgives sins as he prays
Yeah, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Criteria for a new trial has been met
DNA does not match the accuser of the crime
Time taken away, expense of the taxpayers’ dime
Tears of joy
Tears of grief for a mama’s baby boy
No side wins
Therefore, keep your nose clean and do not succumb to any sin
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Lockdown Lamenting (NoPoo 67)
Melodrama of lockdown
Unfolds in slow motion
Turning the screw
Ever tighter
No matter the compliance
Snipping
Slicing
Away at our sanity
Calling it necessity
Self harming really
Everything
Is in decent
Falling
Like gravity
No longer existed
Hope disintegrates
With each failed promise
World class fuck up
Is the collective thought
We all have
Unfolds in slow motion
Turning the screw
Ever tighter
No matter the compliance
Snipping
Slicing
Away at our sanity
Calling it necessity
Self harming really
Everything
Is in decent
Falling
Like gravity
No longer existed
Hope disintegrates
With each failed promise
World class fuck up
Is the collective thought
We all have
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semblances of a love poem ~ [vignettes of a side story]
#1.
caressing of my cheek
with the back of his hand,
pressing in tightly
lips to lips,
a
perfect
first
kiss
#2.
his
cadence
of authority,
the kind
oozing
nothing
but confident
sultry,
timbre'd in
pure sex,
whispers—
"Don't fall in love."
#3.
wiping away tears
as the tiniest
smile remains
'I. hear. you.'
echos through
the trees
s a i l i n g
to find you...there
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Written in response to the music video for “Alle Tage Ist Kein Sonntag” by Till Lindemann & David Garrett (trigger warning for suicidal imagery, drugs & alcohol) : https://youtu.be/bhwh44le3HY
I still get something different from it every time I watch it.
#NoPoo [9]
Written in response to the music video for “Alle Tage Ist Kein Sonntag” by Till Lindemann & David Garrett (trigger warning for suicidal imagery, drugs & alcohol) : https://youtu.be/bhwh44le3HY
I still get something different from it every time I watch it.
Zazzles
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Wonderful poems here ♥️
Grace
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18.01.2021
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everytime I try
I fall back
to thinking about you
how it used to be
nothing ever stay the same
it seems
although
this heart is always about you
So...my friends
I'll cross the street
to avoid
How're you
and I'm fine
...just yet
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everytime I try
I fall back
to thinking about you
how it used to be
nothing ever stay the same
it seems
although
this heart is always about you
So...my friends
I'll cross the street
to avoid
How're you
and I'm fine
...just yet
86
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The Philosophy Behind Religions
The universe to serve your Deity comes with various personal decisions
Ancient of Days, Father/Abba, Most High, Elohim, El-Shaddai, Yahweh, Allah, God, Jehovah and Adonai, and Abba just to name a few
Whenever you kneel and pray, it’s your King, you give spiritual credence too
If one’s soul yearns to get to a Heavenly resting place
Then one must find a way on earth to remain humble among falling grace
If so, then why are we separated by gradations of who we pray to on our knees
Spiritual enlighten doesn’t come with certain elements of insensitive degrees
Isn’t the common goal to get to Heaven, for me, as well as for you
Can you imagine the Creator sifting through earth, weaning out the wretched fools
No stipulations must be found to exercise earthly love
Slaughters of the innocence, Suicide bombings, Polygamy, nothing to make light of
Certainly, that creed of the mind is not ordained from above
Separatism in the Bible have been centuries foretold
Roman, Jerusalem, stone cities once patrolled
Pontius Pilate and Caiaphas doctrines consoled
Laws dictated to the masses to control
Son of the Father nailed who was sent to save lost souls
Found in a land once in time
Rulers preferred to incorporate blind eyes
The greater evil’s demise, forgiven, stepped aside to all, a surprise met with loud outcries
Preaching perfection
World peace and healing affirmations, non-discriminatory in selections
Three days of resurrection
In remembrance, is now our benediction from the blood of spiritual rejection
The foundation of spiritual awareness is its connection
Hittites, Girgashites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites, and the Jebusites
All had Heaven within their sights
Centuries later, of a world deemed old
The Ten Commandants is what the masses has now reaped to sow
Land wars over grounds to claim, makes one go insane
Does it matter to anyone, no one controls the sun, the moon, or the rains
Bombs bursting in air
Tears, confusion, in the name of religious despair
It never gave truth through the night
Not unless we hold hands, peace is not won through religion fights
That our flag was still there
Surrender your soul, only God’s words we should adopt to care
Atheists, within your mental rights
I cannot ever fathom your daily plights
Your biblical denial fights
Free falling without a net
But hey, that’s your dogma, and I really could care less, no disrespect
However, had we met
Out of water, God’s Angel stood among us, one drop to live, yet
Who gets the first quench to live and let
I’m still here, thank God not there
Someone else has went below thirsty, their self-created eternal nightmare
Ten Commandments, live by them
Religion matters, but then again
Too much discord, discrimination, and racial injustice in the name of sin
Strike that concept
It’s their kind of hatred they have learned to accept
Love, Love, Love
The only word practiced down here, and accepted above
Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.
Buddha
Nopoo #51 (01-17-21)
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Omnipresent (NoPoo 68)
feel
her warm breath
upon my skin
with eyes open
i know i'm alive
she broke
through my prison walls
to free this heart
now her presence
is everywhere
holding life
it's that simple
within her hands
Stroking me softly
With love
I hear
The birdsong
For the first time
or is it
the song of her heart
like a ribbon
she has tied
Her silken bow
around me
So perfectly
her warm breath
upon my skin
with eyes open
i know i'm alive
she broke
through my prison walls
to free this heart
now her presence
is everywhere
holding life
it's that simple
within her hands
Stroking me softly
With love
I hear
The birdsong
For the first time
or is it
the song of her heart
like a ribbon
she has tied
Her silken bow
around me
So perfectly
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....
overwhelmed
lonely
pist off
apathetic
pathetic
uninspired
guilt riddled
homesick
needy
hormonal
emotional
hiccuping
rationalizing
pressing
berated
mild amusement
exhausted
resolve
individual distinguished emotions
all felt within the time to type them out.
emotional states in the time of covid-19
a pandemic unloved story...
#Nopoo
1/18/21
12:51am EST
overwhelmed
lonely
pist off
apathetic
pathetic
uninspired
guilt riddled
homesick
needy
hormonal
emotional
hiccuping
rationalizing
pressing
berated
mild amusement
exhausted
resolve
individual distinguished emotions
all felt within the time to type them out.
emotional states in the time of covid-19
a pandemic unloved story...
#Nopoo
1/18/21
12:51am EST
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Louisiana with a Haitian French Creole twist
Feeling in the mood for a little generational reminisce
New Orleans on my mind
It’s time, I relax, wine, and dine
The soothing sounds of the Jazz Clubs
A city of my embedded history I have so much love
Creole and Cajun food, the various articulated accents
A true homecoming to hear stories of old with kinfolks, always well spent
Hear me talk, Haitian Creole Yat, combined with an Eastern enunciation twine
Years trying to bury, I tell you no hidden lies
Linguistics diversified
Talking to patients, with listening intentions in their eyes
Glimpsing the raised eyebrows expression in their whys
Butter Rum skin tone, doesn’t match the deep southern-rooted, Haitian in disguise
Engaging voice by a profession, healing decree by foretold choice
Something I’m proud of when conversing, as my ancestors in their graves rejoice
Wine, pleasure seeking, you hear that twine, it tends to roll out
No resentments to adhere, or lingering doubts
Muscular eyes popping open, inquiries as to what language is spoken
Entwined Haitian Creole as tongues have slipped and awoken
My native dialect, east coast flair, merged into one
My family’s generational homebound of nationality has been proudly won
Wealth of history snatched by French designs
Moorish Forbearer, Lineage, Ancestral to stand, questioned by the tormentor’s whips and lies
Nubian Queen? You damn straight
Times such as this, pride refuse to wait
My lineage is not open for debate
Or words of my doctrines to rate
French stole, Spaniard claimed it, here today, it’s just too late
For the history that runs through my veins
My creed, my presence is all of me who remains
Hispaniola Saint-Domingue
Coffee and Sugar Cane
Sweltering heat, no rest or shelter in the pouring rain
Code Noir
Cries from the cotton fields no more
French Revolution
Freedom was the ultimate solution
My ancestral broken chains, their civil resolution
Blood on hands from plantation retribution
No forefather’s ablution
Given a one third citizenship, documented in the Constitution
Sins of the forefathers, medication now controlling their children’s mental pollution
Queen of Queens, yes within my birthright
However, embezzled legacy from the French Rulers in dawn’s early light
Give me Liberty or Give me Death
The fate of my lineage, scars of whips, to give other countries their treasured wealth
Fleets of ships that sailed
Bodies dropping like heads or tails
Breathing Heads accounted to live
Expired Tails, a sea coffin, no free labor to give
A Mambo Asogwe of Haiti, village Appointee
Healing from the element laws of spiritual degrees
Oh yes, part of the seeds of my heredity
Practiced in colonized solidarity, now an adopted creed
I may have to brush up on my French very soon
Two-sided dialogue in attendance, under one roof, is like a mental trip to the moon
A tale of two cities will soon meet trifold
Haitian French
Mulatto Parentages
Haitian Creole
Everlasting Kingdoms of warriors, carnage from royal, no longer roaming souls
From the Native Islands, to the Louisiana Bayous, to the East Coast spiritual advisers to console
This is the introverted reason why I have adopted universal love
To collapse the invisible restraints of detestation God has stored in me from above
It never hurts with a touch of Love and Hugs
NoPoo #52 (01-18-21)