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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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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 tight
I picked a bad time on Christmas Eve night
The babysitter needs to be home by eight
It’s seven forty-five and I am running late
An Xbox 360 with 3 games and a big bow
I pushed them to the car in the cold wet snow
My vehicle is so cold I should get remote start
Well I got home in time and made a pop tart
I paid the sitter and wrapped the last gifts
The kids fell asleep as I crossed of my list
Every year is the same it always end fine
I made it through in the old St. Nick of time

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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 by Amtrak and I gave her money
 I threw her wrinkled butt off the train and it was funny



Sunday, December 18, 2011

Passion Fruit

With passion I’m purposely persistent
Closing space on whatever’s distant
I drink the juice of my life’s fruit
Chasing courage in a blind pursuit
We will waver not when we win victory
Competition is smoked like hot hickory
History hums songs to which I dance
Mrs. Destiny has recipe for bad romance
I was lacking vitamins until I tried again
Passion fruit I digested spitting seeds in wind
Am I prolific with it? Did you see or get it?
Never mind yall it’s cool if the shoes don’t fit
I’m not a tailor but I connect threads like trailer
Buffalo soldier Marley and all the Wailers
Just paying homage at the door I remove boots
Everlasting while I’m fasting eating passion fruit

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 went
Suffering is the acne that covers the huge face of life
Asbestos disrupts breathing and trauma welcomes strife
It’s ironic how people get killed for life insurance money
Some win the lottery then claim bankruptcy, it’s not funny
Private jets become public if they ever fall from the sky
Wealth is a blessing if it’s not the reason that anyone dies
Mental frustration over debt consolidation is the norm
Dead presidents still give campaigns under green forms
Don’t be fooled money is great but you are far greater
Spend some and save some then stop by my house later

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Annuity

Time has two blades that cuts off with no warning
Who can tell time? the language is so very foreign
Would time listen to the demands of lame tongues?
An unstoppable force that will never be done
Analog and digital forms bearing identical meaning
It keeps on going and going even when we’re dreaming
I never met a man who was above times decisions
Time flows and moves with such precise precision
We are trapped within minutes afraid to run out
No one can stop it no matter how loud you shout
God designed the minutes and the seconds we count
Everyone has a horse that they must learn to mount
Beautiful moments seem rare, up for the slim picking
As God’s love is pure the clocks never stop ticking

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Friday, December 9, 2011

Merry Christmas

Old Saint Nicholas is ticklish I fed Rudolph a laxative
He made a mess on all the roofs and the gifts to kids
Donner and Blitzen were in my kitchen drinking eggnog
Santa is still on the roof I guess he doesn’t like my dog
I wonder how his big butt fits down the slender chimney
I tried to do it once and I ended up with two skinned knees
Rudolph told me about the day that his nose began to glow
It was back in 1970 he had platform hooves and an afro
The Grinch is in jail he always tries to call me collect
That nasty mother sucker is mad because I won’t accept
Santa finally came in my house and yelled HO HO HO!
My wife hated his language so she shot him in his toe
He yelled Ouch fell on the couch and called the police
The cops arrived I said surprise we caught us a thief
Santa went to jail never made bail for doing a crime
I sold all his gifts online and yes I kept every dime
I guess I ruined Christmas but Santa should watch his mouth
The reindeer came in handy I invited the town for venison at my house
Merry Christmas!!

 

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