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Poet Introduction
classic rhyming stuff been called a realism poet. No axes to grind, chips on shoulders un-found, just like the fun of writing stuff down, safe in the sanctuary here Deep Underground.
The dealers rap
Fishnet tights, holes of your complex
Times crosswords on the commuter train
the points that rattle through your brain
that mother fucker
that cock sucker
the healing weed you grow
with each unwrap and feel the glow
Each incest , temptations scribe
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes
the cocaine up the tube it goes
the hook and line of witty pros
and smack your soul, smack your muse
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit
pure Columbian...
Times crosswords on the commuter train
the points that rattle through your brain
that mother fucker
that cock sucker
the healing weed you grow
with each unwrap and feel the glow
Each incest , temptations scribe
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes
the cocaine up the tube it goes
the hook and line of witty pros
and smack your soul, smack your muse
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit
pure Columbian...
#LifeAsAWriter
393 reads
4 Comments
The chain
Got a whiff of strange perfume
and don't do the things we used to
gone passion's glow beneath the sheets
lacked coupling's starch leaves copulation incomplete
"don't break the chain"
always a good line to repeat
As we were bonded in that fetter
the steel we had and O's the letter
commitments weight mean nothing now
fall slack or taught the anchor from the bow
"and if you don't love me now"
" you will never love me again"
the base guitar stamp that mainstay
For in the temper of each link
God...
and don't do the things we used to
gone passion's glow beneath the sheets
lacked coupling's starch leaves copulation incomplete
"don't break the chain"
always a good line to repeat
As we were bonded in that fetter
the steel we had and O's the letter
commitments weight mean nothing now
fall slack or taught the anchor from the bow
"and if you don't love me now"
" you will never love me again"
the base guitar stamp that mainstay
For in the temper of each link
God...
#deception
372 reads
3 Comments
MY All
It was as moon cast shadows, flee
and held me in that sense of wonderment
behold pure spirit, a mind of no impropriety
a table of such perfect elements
Hair swept on golden sandy shores
not baited hook that wears designer clothes
the prefect pebble and claim it as yours
pull down the moon, my need a baying wolf
Turbulence of eyes that meet
demure the questions and not blink
ask with hidden lust, inflection indiscreet
dream of nakedness beneath the mink
She carries the corsetry of unfettered...
and held me in that sense of wonderment
behold pure spirit, a mind of no impropriety
a table of such perfect elements
Hair swept on golden sandy shores
not baited hook that wears designer clothes
the prefect pebble and claim it as yours
pull down the moon, my need a baying wolf
Turbulence of eyes that meet
demure the questions and not blink
ask with hidden lust, inflection indiscreet
dream of nakedness beneath the mink
She carries the corsetry of unfettered...
#lover
440 reads
4 Comments
Sandstorms of crisis
It was portence hot winds, the sirocco and blew
stinging your face
the dust, the clouds, and reason questioned
blanket laden, the grains that bite at sentiment
the swirl, was this the prophecy
oriental ocult fermentation
the causeway between life and death so narrow
and quicksands threatened the unwary
strong trust we placed in that oasis of faith
it's always, like the font, comfort with words to refresh
the plauge it came like a typhoon's screw
swept up, cast it's net
bore away, stampeding galloping, like the dust...
stinging your face
the dust, the clouds, and reason questioned
blanket laden, the grains that bite at sentiment
the swirl, was this the prophecy
oriental ocult fermentation
the causeway between life and death so narrow
and quicksands threatened the unwary
strong trust we placed in that oasis of faith
it's always, like the font, comfort with words to refresh
the plauge it came like a typhoon's screw
swept up, cast it's net
bore away, stampeding galloping, like the dust...
#spiritual
335 reads
5 Comments
The self mirror
Deceptions of self royalty, and see what others see
under calm exterior, perceptions inconsistent majesty
Factions vie and accept lifes loneliness
the awkward a square peg, so blessed !
Try your best and know you fail
the clouded eye for small detail
Contentment rare as false hens teeth
the shifting grounds of self belief
Feet of clay that never were quite formed
never to find love again and be reborn
Commitment fit like a new bought vest
fools gold, was all I ever did posses
under calm exterior, perceptions inconsistent majesty
Factions vie and accept lifes loneliness
the awkward a square peg, so blessed !
Try your best and know you fail
the clouded eye for small detail
Contentment rare as false hens teeth
the shifting grounds of self belief
Feet of clay that never were quite formed
never to find love again and be reborn
Commitment fit like a new bought vest
fools gold, was all I ever did posses
#confessional
392 reads
2 Comments
The right to cross the bridge
Did it bring any sense of peace
to see a line of khaki Humvee's
the battle lines, the fog that breeds unrest
and each front up in that contest
Fire that billows underneath the devils cape
is each minority so cruelly raped ?
the hair trigger, the authorities
no questions and no hesitate
For each, a different agenda
that drummer, the chatter on each street corner
that crescendo, the means to amplify each vex
the winter of their discontent
Prisoners in unseen chains
and...
to see a line of khaki Humvee's
the battle lines, the fog that breeds unrest
and each front up in that contest
Fire that billows underneath the devils cape
is each minority so cruelly raped ?
the hair trigger, the authorities
no questions and no hesitate
For each, a different agenda
that drummer, the chatter on each street corner
that crescendo, the means to amplify each vex
the winter of their discontent
Prisoners in unseen chains
and...
#conflict
368 reads
6 Comments
BLM
Cardboard s shaking fist
Black goal's that wont be eclipsed
BLM persist's
Black goal's that wont be eclipsed
BLM persist's
#strength
#LifeGoals
#senryu #determination
#senryu #determination
389 reads
1 Comment
The ration book
WARNING !! as this contains no rose scented words
no beseech from the altar to the heart
blessings bestowed upon the flock
just pictures of neglect that wars have brought
and destitution was its scourge
Hear that quote the "uncofortabe truth"
the cerfew as good times depart
the drone of bombers overhead
heard sirens wail, and escape onslaught
the praying deadly birds
Scratch around for comforts
amongst the debris piles
playgrounds imaginations
the ink that never dries ...
no beseech from the altar to the heart
blessings bestowed upon the flock
just pictures of neglect that wars have brought
and destitution was its scourge
Hear that quote the "uncofortabe truth"
the cerfew as good times depart
the drone of bombers overhead
heard sirens wail, and escape onslaught
the praying deadly birds
Scratch around for comforts
amongst the debris piles
playgrounds imaginations
the ink that never dries ...
#learning
301 reads
1 Comment
Restless hands and empty minds ?
Is this the statute that was cast
when the pestalance came to claim
the world sat on it's ARSE
and twiddled it's thumbs in board distain
Looking out of the window, a living chore
the forger cast a faulty mold
the harpies the disscontenet aligned in discord
skeletons of history, seen unfold
The whitewash of our teaching, enrage
in the mansions of philanthropy
they chained a coloured heritage
the cortiers of such misery
From lofty pearch
so doth wash the hands unseen
the rid, and renew,...
when the pestalance came to claim
the world sat on it's ARSE
and twiddled it's thumbs in board distain
Looking out of the window, a living chore
the forger cast a faulty mold
the harpies the disscontenet aligned in discord
skeletons of history, seen unfold
The whitewash of our teaching, enrage
in the mansions of philanthropy
they chained a coloured heritage
the cortiers of such misery
From lofty pearch
so doth wash the hands unseen
the rid, and renew,...
#support
302 reads
1 Comment
Not take it back
Just like all the rubbish, piles up high
the troubles come and whatever is the crux
soup stains, when life tastes like gluck
and unbend our dented pride
Some take away the weeds that choke
offer a cigarette, though you dont smoke
a dry sholder for you to soak
fix it up when it's all broke
Clear up all the plastic litter
write a letter and press a flower
the uncut diamonds hidden glitter
a smile that breeds and never dower
Increments to sow, help the weakened grasp
friendship come without preconditions
take...
the troubles come and whatever is the crux
soup stains, when life tastes like gluck
and unbend our dented pride
Some take away the weeds that choke
offer a cigarette, though you dont smoke
a dry sholder for you to soak
fix it up when it's all broke
Clear up all the plastic litter
write a letter and press a flower
the uncut diamonds hidden glitter
a smile that breeds and never dower
Increments to sow, help the weakened grasp
friendship come without preconditions
take...
#identity
300 reads
1 Comment
Morality`s path
Morality
#morality
694 reads
3 Comments
Jackboots
Hold the line they have our backs
have your baton's ready lads
for the apprentice dimigod
the brassy bloated joke like boss hog
Use the gas and beat them back
that eraser turn the page to white
no right to smudge the sacrosanct
clear away the garbage and the shite
Bare your teeth against the jackboots stance
the law was written by white hands
for in protest there is grace
for righteousness has an upturned face
have your baton's ready lads
for the apprentice dimigod
the brassy bloated joke like boss hog
Use the gas and beat them back
that eraser turn the page to white
no right to smudge the sacrosanct
clear away the garbage and the shite
Bare your teeth against the jackboots stance
the law was written by white hands
for in protest there is grace
for righteousness has an upturned face
#oppression
356 reads
2 Comments
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