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I'M A LAID BACK KIND OF GUY. I HAVE AN ABSTRACT WAY OF THINKING WHICH WOULD EXPLAIN MY POETRY.

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Friday, December 30, 2011

The Everything Hub

The Everything Hub: These are some of the most captivating hubs you can come across! If you love music and if you love to laugh and learn than you need to check out this hu...

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

I Dream Of Heaven

 I often dream of a place far beyond the constraints of this worldA place where hurt and sorrow cannot reach a place of extreme beautyGod is the maker and owner and Jesus Christ is the king, a perfect kingI dream of heaven which is the forever sunshine coming after the rainGod’s children that were on the earth find their final resting place thereI asked Jesus to show me this place, but I guess I need to wait patientlyWith a smile he shook his head no, there are more things he wants me to doOne day I will no longer battle my flesh trying to kill what wraps my bonesThe murders of innocent children of all ages will be as a bad memoryMothers will not grieve longing for their children and children's fathersMy heart needs to be projected on...

Monday, December 26, 2011

A Dangerous Desire

You place your hands around me I know what comes nextThe sound of thunder escapes my mouth again and againIt feels good when you squeeze me but the guilt is strongAm I your favorite?  Do I instill in you such adrenaline?Are you ashamed of me? You keep me as a wicked secretI’m hot for you and I apologize for the marks I leftYou use me! But I was made to make mean men scream!My purpose could be your death but you need meWhat would you do without me? I give you optionsMen tremble when I yell for my scorn shall scourFeed me my love and I’ll show you burning desirePull my hair back each time you want me to shoutIn the palm of your hand you are my true masterFor you I am a slave ready and able to do your biddingIn your sleep you toss and turn...

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Love's Symphony

The beat of my heart is the tempo of your melodyI fall victim to passionate chords in tune with happinessThe rhythm moves me in ways that mimic the angelsPast melodies have left my ears cripple with heartbreakWe dance to the chorus of God’s song as Jesus singsWe have become woven together in a fabulous arrangementI am serenaded by our passion filled moments my soul weeps joyThe bridge is where we make love uniting great collaborationMy darling my darling you have no mercy on melodic ecstasyWell aren’t you quite a prodigy with your percussion progressionWithout you I would be a mere thought of a song never playedWithout you my strings would remain out of tune with realityEach time we do this, playing our hearts out giving an enco...

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Happy Birthday

   Happy birthday I brought you a stinking cake Go ahead and eat it and you’ll see it’s fake Your present is right here do you like beef? I also got what you wanted your two front teeth The candles on the cake are really explosives Blow them out fast or kaboom you know this I wouldn’t be so mean but you forgot my birthday So today I need to get you back in the worst way All the drinks in your fridge are filled with laxative You’ll really be running just like an active kid Yo mama is in it too she even game me a blueprint I gave her a glass of prune juice along with a compliment Maybe I’m too harsh but you’re cheap and you owe me money But I still love you, here’s your present Happy Birthday ya big dummy! ...

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

My Refrigerator

My refrigerator preserves the electric essence of my lifePictures held by magnets on the outside hold precious memoriesIn the freezer are frozen foods that I will separate with a knifeIn the bottom are leftovers that resemble life’s many mysteriesMy sad memories are the spoiled foods that must be discardedMy mama told me never ever to cry over liters of spilled milkHow do I dry the gallons of tears spilled since my life started?The ice cream is a close friend that comforts me like skin in silkThe butter in the door is the condiment that made my bitterness sweetThe light in the back symbolizes my recognition of life’s edible happinessAnticipation of the savory things appears when I thaw out tasty meatsThe fresh fruit in the crisper drawer...

Monday, December 19, 2011

In Awe Of You

I beseech to adorn a warm approach to heaven With golden crowns I have in the number of seven I casted all my crowns at my Lord Jesus’ feet My whole life it was him I was waiting to meet We talked for what seemed hours and laughed It’s because of him I never faced God’s wrath He showed me the times he lifted me up When my drink was low he refilled my cup I was introduced to my ancestors of long ago They were strong and beautiful full of glow Children asked me to play a game with them With the angels I flew singing many hymns This is a sweet daydream but one day true I told Jesus to his face, “I’m in awe of you....

In The Saint Nick Of Time

Wal-Mart is packed and the isles are tightI picked a bad time on Christmas Eve nightThe babysitter needs to be home by eightIt’s seven forty-five and I am running lateAn Xbox 360 with 3 games and a big bowI pushed them to the car in the cold wet snowMy vehicle is so cold I should get remote startWell I got home in time and made a pop tartI paid the sitter and wrapped the last giftsThe kids fell asleep as I crossed of my listEvery year is the same it always end fineI made it through in the old St. Nick of time ...

Putta Sock In It

I didn’t mean to throw yo mama from the train Her nagging was starting to disturb my brain Her dentures flew out of her mouth with speed She uses trifocals when she needs to read Her mouth keeps going I am going to have a fit I jumped up and told that hag to put a sock in it She smells like mothballs, menthol, and  bacon She thinks she smells good but she’s mistaken She calls our son a beautiful young little girl He’s 3 years old and she’s messing up his world Yo mama says she’s fine but she is disabled Every Thanksgiving she pees at the kitchen table I tell you that woman is dumb as a bag of rocks When she was sleep I wanted to hit her with a clock She came on a trip...

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Passion Fruit

With passion I’m purposely persistentClosing space on whatever’s distantI drink the juice of my life’s fruitChasing courage in a blind pursuitWe will waver not when we win victoryCompetition is smoked like hot hickoryHistory hums songs to which I danceMrs. Destiny has recipe for bad romanceI was lacking vitamins until I tried againPassion fruit I digested spitting seeds in windAm I prolific with it? Did you see or get it?Never mind yall it’s cool if the shoes don’t fitI’m not a tailor but I connect threads like trailerBuffalo soldier Marley and all the WailersJust paying homage at the door I remove bootsEverlasting while I’m fasting eating passion fr...

Monday, December 12, 2011

Structured Settlement

Can any tragedy be worth a mere structured settlement?Money comes and goes there’s no telling where it wentSuffering is the acne that covers the huge face of lifeAsbestos disrupts breathing and trauma welcomes strifeIt’s ironic how people get killed for life insurance moneySome win the lottery then claim bankruptcy, it’s not funnyPrivate jets become public if they ever fall from the skyWealth is a blessing if it’s not the reason that anyone diesMental frustration over debt consolidation is the normDead presidents still give campaigns under green formsDon’t be fooled money is great but you are far greaterSpend some and save some then stop by my house later BlogCatalog  billiga hotell london &nb...

Annuity

Time has two blades that cuts off with no warningWho can tell time? the language is so very foreignWould time listen to the demands of lame tongues? An unstoppable force that will never be doneAnalog and digital forms bearing identical meaningIt keeps on going and going even when we’re dreamingI never met a man who was above times decisionsTime flows and moves with such precise precisionWe are trapped within minutes afraid to run outNo one can stop it no matter how loud you shoutGod designed the minutes and the seconds we countEveryone has a horse that they must learn to mountBeautiful moments seem rare, up for the slim pickingAs God’s love is pure the clocks never stop ticking Advertising my web site free online UseAds.com - Add & submit...

Friday, December 9, 2011

Merry Christmas

Old Saint Nicholas is ticklish I fed Rudolph a laxativeHe made a mess on all the roofs and the gifts to kidsDonner and Blitzen were in my kitchen drinking eggnogSanta is still on the roof I guess he doesn’t like my dogI wonder how his big butt fits down the slender chimneyI tried to do it once and I ended up with two skinned kneesRudolph told me about the day that his nose began to glowIt was back in 1970 he had platform hooves and an afroThe Grinch is in jail he always tries to call me collectThat nasty mother sucker is mad because I won’t acceptSanta finally came in my house and yelled HO HO HO!My wife hated his language so she shot him in his toeHe yelled Ouch fell on the couch and called the policeThe cops arrived I said surprise we caught...

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Superpsychoanalysticmystic

I took a bite of the sun and wiped my mouth with the moon I stole the hands from the clock but I’ll return them soon My house is upside down and I cannot find my phone It always yells at me and I tell it to please lower its tone My wife got mad because I threw my soul on the roof Hey Superman I just put kryptonite in your phone booth My daughter asked for 20 bucks so I gave her a bank I rebuilt the Titanic ate a sandwich and then it sank Dr. Seuss wrecked my car by using a big black bat I called PITA and told them about the cat in the hat My wife did all the dishes but first she let them soak I called Barak Obama and he told me yo mama jokes Yesterday I found out that Ninja Turtles do exist Master Splinter smells and Donatello has a lisp Three...

Virginia Tech

He was a college student that committed murderTragedy strikes again let’s not take it any furtherThe campus has been stained in innocent bloodFamily’s emotions are drug through deep mudSenseless acts deliver lives into despair and nightmaresWe all need guns and bullet-proof vests, now it’s only fairYou see, anger falls into the hearts of fools with no brainThey’re like an angry dog out of a cage with no restrainStudents now study in terror and some may choose to leaveWho knows what some lunatic has rolled up in his sleeves?We have more guns than books and more bullets then graduatesA baby is born into this mess, make sure Jesus is his advocateOne day someone went to class not knowing they would dieA mother gets the despairing news the family...

Action Potential

When is it my turn to dance with the mimes in the box?I’ll put on a show for you and knock you out your soxHey dear there’s a deer and our brakes aren’t engaging Good thing for insurance it’s an already paid thingI told the song to sing but it just chose to be a mute Whistling Dixie is on whisky and misplaced her fluteAm I making sense? Since I got this far I’ll play it outI burned the map to the treasure and took another routeKnock knock, who’s there? It’s Bill, the Bill CollectorI hit him with a pot, did the robot and put him on a stretcherWhat a lovely day the sky is blue and the sun is very brightI approached an old lady and said hey baby you wanna fight?She arose from her walker what a shocker she kicked my buttShe struck with...

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

June

I was born in July but I fell in love with JuneWe met in the fall under God’s bright moonHand in hand we walked enjoying the rideI call her my pocket she’s always by my sideYoung and in love we are truly a sight to seeThe wind to our backs we are wild and freeWe drank water in the spring for summers thirstWe soon traded vows you gave me better for worstSo many laughs we share our joy is generousLets clear our minds you vacuum and I’ll dustIn the mid of night is when I watch you sleepMy ears then pop because our love is so deepI was born in July but I fell in love with JuneWe met in the fall under God’s bright moon Add blog to our directory. ...

Plastic Jungle

You were manufactured in a factory of greedDo you have a heart and how do you bleedNothing is adding up there is nothing equalAlways hollow never follow the plastic peopleFueled by music, drugs, lust, money and clothesFooled by lies recognize the thorns with no roseMarriage nowadays is like an extended prom nightVows are thrown away preceded by plastic fightsLives are expendable disagreements become deathIf anyone is dependable you are the last ones leftSons and daughters trade their lives all for sorrowThat which is great today means nothing tomorrowDeath comes for all you can’t pay for your survivalPlastic people perish and the pieces are then recycled Add blog to our directory....

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