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Rhyme TIme
Johnny Stiletto a white boy from the ghetto rode through the streets kicking his feet to a hip-hop beat. Money is sweeter than honey dead presidents rule in the land of the free but with no opportunity you get disunity in the streets of the poor as hurricanes blow in full symphonic roar. It…
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Karma
My heart has a feeling To do good for others Because someday it will all come back It may take a day It could even be a decade But I’ll never stray too far So please hold me close Lord Show me your ways And allow me to breathe another day ***Written after watching “My…
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The Bush Years
The overnight low can get you high make you fly ain’t no lie you don’t need a weather vane to feel the hard rain and you don’t need a weather man to keep you out of Iraq or Iran . You just need a plan. The duly elected administration caused such frustration with their verbal…
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WINTER
WINTER I lost my soul to the cold. She was a bitter frosty girl. Her shoulder colder than Minnesota. Her pupils an icy swirl. Lips of neon, breath of Freon. And a jagged tongue of ice. Hypothermia fills my cornea. And the chills began to bite. She once was Summer, Than fell to Spring. Turned…
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Pointed
Her painted strokes pointed like fangs splattering poisonous images across a subterranean canvass, soaking it with the smell of death. Unable to understand the betrayal forming inside the corridors of her mind, she carefully became careless while lust dripped from the cracks in her frailty, filling the floor below with torrid thoughts of temptation. In…
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Bush Regime
We walk, blindly, dividedly, seperate. Thats why we can’t get together on the economy, people focused on hitting the lottery. Its sodomy on the society. We getting fucked on all angles, straight up strangled, chewed up and mangled by all these government organizations. Its hell on earth and wheres satan. Were facing a financial meltdown…
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Broken
So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly slipping from the sky she turned back in time. Her sad sigh filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she…
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Ode to Tom
Wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues while a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted on a warm summer breeze and as a young girl laughed hanging upside down scantily clad…
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Rites of the Holy Non-Sequitur
I She sees a road & the dog death comes; Love at school and some have tried. A rare breed and the atom bomb. A blue tree and the night is long. Or not, the divided ice-cream bed – Summers un-forgotten; a rocket to the stars. Plebes in the grid. Before the empires bled. Us,…
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America
It was written in the past, All men are Created Equal, Yes, This means women too. Given the Rights of Life, Liberty and The Pursuit Of Happiness. Life? Home safe in a Mother’s Womb, Not at the bottom of a cold glass vacuum. Liberty? Walk safely down any street, No worries of bombs beneath Our…