Day 9: Honky TankaDay 9: Honky Tanka
Give me more mayo
Spread that all on my chicken
I really mean dip
I just want to beat my meat
To run naked down the street
I was born for this
Yo this honky is banging
Shoot you with my jizz
Drinking tea in the basement
Mooching for free pay no rent
I was born funny
Y'all parents naming you shit
Lucky or Sonny?
Name you after a season
Suicide? Your new reason
Teen with fake struggle
Go back to that fairy tale
Suck on hairy balls
Wait till you really meet life
You will really use that knife
Day 22: SonnetDay 22: Sonnet
Yo I don't even read any writings
I just stand here and piss on all of y'all
Annoyed like when smokes take extra lightings
No references I just like to ball
I'd eat a book before I would read it
Country fans actually buy those shit tunes
Everyone else at the bay and seed it
Fuck Lambert I'd rather hit up the runes
Sweatshirt on my buds Kendrick on my phones
Fuck Eminem fuck every white boy
Every genre attack of the clones
How to tell between a tool and a toy?
Just like Star Wars one out of six are good
But the majority claim to be from the hood
Day 30: FinaleDay 30: Finale
List of people I don't like:
99.99% of the people on this planet
You can all piss up a rope
I don't care about New York
New Jersey, Texas, Florida and every other state
They're all shit I'd rather stay home ad masturbate
Than ever considering moving to any of your states
Fuck the autistic if people aren't ideal kill their ass
I want everyone to have black skin
Fuck government fuck religon
The only things I stand for are STL and ethnic cleansing
Firing squads, good movies, cannabis, cocaine
If I die from my own cause didn't die in vain
I'm a monster the last white person you kill
I make sure the rest of them go first and take a pill
That would just be self cleansing that'll teach me to be white
All my life and till the day I die I'm ready to bring on the fight
Fuck your petty squabbles over oil and false flag events
Time to go camping no need to bring your tents
Step on the gas
I can now semi retire into a life of playing games. It was nice to meet like 5 of the people on
Day 29: HostileDay 29: Hostile
Live with other people maybe talk to them once a week
My time's a valuable gift waste it waste your chance with me
Want to chill with me develop common sense
Become logical earn some respect
That shit's required that's the minimum
Otherwise you have to bribe my white ass
No car, no repairs, no gas
No running errand, no tax
I'd rather walk the city than do shit for other people
Rejection you'll learn to deal
Cool split like a banana peel
Suck on some potassium eat your vitamins
Go to the sun other ways to get your daily D
Go to beach white people tanning all around me
Never hated white people so much I want some space
Plague please just avoid the ideal race
Frank FeelFrank Feel
Let me be Frank
I'll be beef you can be Anne
You can be turkey you can be pig
Somehow still on DA no ban
I was sure to be put in the brig
Write how I feel
A hot dog with toothpaste all on it
Healthy for the body healthy for the soul
You're the accident I'm a medical kit
Call that a late abortion pass my goal
Give up on politics and feel great
Everyone always appears late
Trace feels back to Lao Tzu
I'm still me that's true
Maybe changed a little in the head
I'll be me till the day I'm dead
You know I hold the key
Like you know I drink sweet tea
Been kicking the same way since at least 3rd grade
I'm deep I'm blunt usually staying the same shade
Chill, Chill, Kill
That's the Saint Louis mentality
3 tiers straight to the point
Never smoke too easy to get a joint
If I do anything it'll be acid or coke
As sure as this world's a joke
Baby's first existence?
Nice try God.
I'm dope y'all just be bitching
Look at this bitch get to stitching
Visit the midwest take em to the doctor
All-Skeet-Skeet gets to stitching
Fuck bitches fuck hoes suck on deez nuts
Want to fuck with me have some real guts
I'm God who's so vengeful drop bodies
Burn down whole towns for false worship
Tag me in journal bitch I'll fire back
Cause the Swamp Lodge is a wolf pack
On the next one bring in Fruit and Scruff
None of you can even hang with my stuff
I'm so dope I'm ahead of the times
I'm above the pope forgive some crimes
Ayo FlabbyDaPoet I know you did some shit
Water under the bridge I got a throat for you to slit
That shit's a holy war the future will hold us high
I take my time with DA I always go in dry
A hot dog with toothpaste on it so filling
The Swamp Lodge is always busy killing
Day 17: PrayerDay 17: Prayer
I need to get to heaven hear my prayer
Another thing to get a bitch on her knees
Either way recommended to peel a layer
"Please forgive me for all the sins I have commit"
Afterwards do some sinning
Christians used to winning
Catholics get to crusade Muslims get to Jihad
Buddhists keep it chill Taoist got no God
They seem so happy or so says the Brod
Is prayer worth my time just a control mechanism?
Inner religion conflict equals a schism
Just superstition just a goo luck charm
Or maybe it's just an excuse to cause harm
Just keep praying
Just keep obeying
You know where to find me
Hate my message go and mind me
WWWI'm hungry, feed me
your hearts desire.
your kids, entire.
You stare into me,
watching the cities
in my maw, the pretties.
Why not step off,
With all the rest?
You aren't the best.
I will take you.
Your flaws and
strengths in hand.
I'm hungry, feed me
and I will feed back
tell you what you lack.
The people inside me
are perfect, flawless
and you, you're less.
You need what I offer
My promises, my deals
I can sell you some ideals…
You really need this,
it'll set off your eyes.
Try that, now in an economy size
I'm hungry, feed me
kittens and factoids and scandals,
sad African kids without sandals.
If you can't say it well
then repeat what others say
it's B&W, who cares for gray?
Say what everyone thinks.
You know we've got your back
in our righteous wolfpack.
Attacked from all sides?
I will offer a sympathetic ear,
and I never forget what I hear.
OmensWe once saw the future
written in sparrow's flight
We acted under the guidance
of stars, and though we were wrong
we at least we watching.
I saw a turtle crossing the road,
on our vacation. An old snapper.
We stopped a little ways away
to lend a hand, and then the
lady in the van hit the turtle.
She looked at us like we were crazy,
and I can't say we weren't mad.
Maybe we need omens,
Not because they're true
but they open our eyes
to the roadkill and the butterflies.
HuntedThe pack swept me away,
up from the gutters, made me
Life, under the moon
Nothing could hold me back then
Siblings in rapture.
But the world is small
Too small, for the likes of us.
And we had to fade…
They got a sample,
Some little thing that convinced them
we were no longer myth.
We were observed.
Witnesses found, pictures taken.
No more corners anymore.
They shot Agatha.
Two in the head, like a dog.
The first of us gone.
It took three of us
before they took a captive
Myths don't have rights
struck late at night, over payphones
Running out of time.
We stood in the dawn,
Sitting duck for the ambush.
A sharp pain, then dark.
Harsh iron cages,
The scalpel hanging over head,
implied in every test.
Andrew's plan paid off.
If our secret was getting out,
throw it far and wide.
A packet, evidence.
Sarah's tooth, my photograph.
Enough to show the world.
I can only hope
that it spread, and was believed.
Too far to hide us.
We exist, we feel
We mourn, we
OvertimeTime is volatile
Present when you don't want it,
and lacking elsewhen.
FenMist split, luminous fens
Where secrets, heroes and dreams,
die to be reborn.
SlobI could say you been an inspiration.
Shown me what the world has to offer
for the unwary and the gullible.
You have shown me that despair
has no limits, one can always sink.
You have shown me what rises to the top
isn't usually cream.
You have been a template, a rubric
someone to measure others against
when assigning pity.
Though pity on you is wasted.
I wonder how you can stand this,
how has your dignity so rotted away
that it can look out of your eyes
and not kill you where you sprawl.
My dignity at last woke up,
stuck it's head above this rising tide
and screamed loud enough for me to hear.
It' past time I woke up.
It's not a matter of hate or loathing.
I could say it's matter of hygiene.
I could only wade through in the mud,
when I thought I was going somewhere.
You're only going in circles
spiraling down, a broken plane.
not even smoking anymore.
You don't hold a spark now.
I am leaving you...
All The Way.Have you died in your sleep?
Have you ever walked the plank,
to the end and fell down into the deep?
I bet you woke up, and found it a blank.
Chicken, why not go all the way?
Don't be a fool, and waste the night.
Heroes vanish in the light of day,
But before, they can show their might.
If you can stand against ten thousand in your dreams,
find that you can glory in your fall, and push your seams.
DislocationI met myself the other day.
I looked across the room
and I locked eyes with I.
I didn't see myself at first
But saw the haircut and
the loud obnoxious shirt,
drowning out the face.
Past these defenses I saw
the times writ on my cheeks.
Etched under the eyes,
and in the mouth, open in surprise
The crowd swept in, a curtain
and I lost myself in the mass.
No one else had seen the other me,
I wonder though which one they saw,
the care worn one, or the
mocking rebellious one.
I don't know which of us…
I don't know which one is me.
It Could Have Really HappenedThere he was
For the thousandth time
One bullet spinning
I ran out
Of the room
As the trigger clicked
His arrogant brains
The last thing
I have to clean up
Holding your tiny spiky dragon
Grinning along with it
In your bedroom
While I smile at my computer screen
And ponder its unblinking eyes
Wanting so badly to be
In that dragon’s place
To find out if you’d cuddle as freely
And smile as affectionately.
Cloak and DaggerIs that a secret
In your pocket
Or are you just
Glad to see me?
I need to know.
Sacrifice"I'm dead inside"
He said to me.
I'd give everything
To resuscitate him.
NoctivagantI wandered aimlessly
And I found you
Another vagrant of the night
We have nothing in common
But our unpredictability,
On each other
Our only constant
Is our instability
Between need and want
Unable to connect
With each other
CelestialYou only appear in shadow
A penumbra among stars
Mysterious, perhaps forbidden
Elusive as the Moon
But you are really just
The Sun uncertain of his gifts
Comfortable in the shadows
Never to escape the eclipse
She Said“Just leave him
And drive away.’”
I had to laugh
At her crazy idea
Because it just
CheersMy metaphors are
as shabby as this bottle
of marked down white wine
RadianceFor those whose eyes in darkness never left,
The light uncovered scalds the blackened sight
And leaves in tears those eyes that never wept,
Who fled the day, exposed, to dwell in night.
Yes, unapproachable this light will shine
For those who shunned its gleam but felt its heat,
Content to live in coldness, and ne'er to dine
With Him who knocks and enters in to eat.
But those who learned to gaze upon the beams
And found them soft and tender in their glow
Will ever find His love beyond their dreams,
Where tears run dry, and all a full heart's woe.
His light will also from us emanate;
It will unspeakably be worth the wait.
Sonnet LXXIOp. 26, no. 11
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
Let me recede back to obscurity,
So if my image marred turns bad to worse
I'll keep my relative security.
A reputation's all a man could own,
And far from being able to be bought,
With this he earns respect, and then renown,
Or vile insult, though he be rich or taught.
Alas, my vain attempts to hide forget
This favor's still important to be gained,
And not by me, nor by my merits set.
That burden, may it not be self-attained,
But given as the side of wisdom's quest:
Well-earned, but not my first and main request.
Spring SingWith every strum I usher in
the dying of the spring,
The summer's passion echoing
through every guitar string.
But then my high E snaps!
Without a rest I choose to sing.
When it comes to songs,
I always listened for the
The End is NearThe end of this adventure's drawing nigh
As all my artistry is close to running dry.
Of these lines I have much to criticize
For what their hasty slipshod state implies.
But still, you take what you can muster up
And hope the proper words would cluster up.
For those who write, perfection's not the goal:
You'll find that diamonds form in seams of coal.
and it's my turn
to guide us to adventure, as practice.
but in the doing i hope we will speak
our heartfelt thoughts,
When Secrets Die with MeWhen time has passed and all of us have too,
Our flesh and bone lay moldering in dust,
Posterity will never know the true
And breathing way we lived as simply us.
Those nights we waited, those will become day,
And days we labored, those will fade to dark.
And still that time has not yet come to say
Those words, that if we died would make no mark,
Because they hide within the deep recess
Of hearts that lie in peril of cessation.
It burns to hold these words down in my chest
And never give release to this sensation.
There is no way to save these thoughts, save this:
When pen meets paper like a stolen kiss.
A Frozen Ballad, Part VIIIWinter's Waltz and Sorcery
The couple strode into the room,
Their faces filled with cheer,
That Elsa might their wedlock bless
And make their union clear.
Those fairytale wedding dreams,
Alas, were quickly dashed;
The Queen could not consent to such
A plan so very rash.
"My sister, this could only end
In breakup and regret.
You cannot love a man whom you
Have only this day met."
So deeply troubled was the Queen,
Her anxiousness arose;
She halted all festivities
And called the doors to close.
The princess in her consternation
Begged, now close to tears,
That Elsa might not end the night
She'd waited all those years.
"What can you know about true love
When all you've done is hide?
You shut me out, as if you hate
This sister you've denied!"
At this she grasped her sister's hand
With broken desperation,
And tore her glove off, unaware
Of icy desolation.
The shock was much too sudden and
The argument too fast,
And Elsa lost her temper, firing
Off an icy blast.
A cry of horror then ar
Nine Words: PraySo much to say, and still much more to pray,
So much to hope for in this time of testing.
It might be agony to simply stay
And keep these deep emotions still from cresting,
But here's the prayer I lift up without cease:
That every path we walk would still align,
That I would see your heart of love increase
In every way, in unison with mine.
In everything, let Christ rule as our King.
NaPo #30Spell Check
I can’t spell for shit,
Except when spell check helps me.
But then eye halve two get my grammar write,
Or else I look odd.
NaPo #25.1Reading is Alive
The stratified bookcase stands tall,
Menacing and mean.
It refracts all attempts of the torchlight
To see titles to read by.
But I want to see!
I want to see the knobby odontolite
Stuck in the grundle once again.
The bookcase scares me though,
So I desist and leave;
Knobby from my fight.
My chrysography is too gilded – it
Glitters too much – for my passion;
Passion so true my cheeks are skegs
And my hair a tomentum of wild joy.
My letters crankle in my hands
As I am forced out into the weald
To ply my trade.
NaPo #14.1Liquid Love
Let the liquid love languish
As it gleefully glides past your epiglottis
To end up as the tasteful tea staining your stomach.
NaPo #06Graveyard Beauty
Anchored by red petals it stands:
Beloved wife, mother, sister, daughter.
You have overcome this world, this life.
Anchored by red petals it stands.
Haunches burning, cap pulled low
Over Oakleys, or maybe RayBans.
Strong hands lie useless now,
Useless in this situation
And useless to save, to bring back.
As the sun shadows his loss
He curls more into himself and wonders
Whether she is in a better place after all.
Uselessly he stands,
Leaving a single red rose on the grave;
His tribute to those anchoring the beauty
That has become his mother’s grave.
NaPo #05She’ll Be Mine
In the dark of the night just before dawn her evil awakes.
It stretches sharpened fingers
Before closing them in a snappyhandedfist.
It opens sharp beaks and sighs out her name
With breath so putrid. It makes her crymummy,
She hears him hissing about her:
Never good enough...never
Rise, minions, rise and show her
The life she leads
Leads to death...
And we welcome her with open snappyhandedfists.
In the dark of the night her evil has found her.
In the dark of the night just before dawn.
She hears him hissing about her:
Stupid...too stupid...far too stupid.
And just before dawn, in the darkness,
She crumbles and cries and gives up life to die.
I grabbed her, jabbed her, nabbed her.
I shook her, mistook her, hooked her.
Grabbed and shaken
The cow produced a milkshake for me.
NaPo #01I Love My Feet
Trekking across sands meant only for vehicles,
My bare feet sink deep into the earth
Coming out the other side streaked grey and brown;
Finally I am one with my country; I am no longer totally white.
Behind a blinking cursor
Ready to delete
Words of brilliant symmetry -
Meaningless thoughts anyway.
Undecided QuestionsIs it better to
Be the sad truth none welcome
Or the happy lie?
Irony"I don't know what's in that."
Her voice echoed in his ears,
Rattling around his brain
As he struggled to soothe her fears.
Hair came loose from a plastic clip
With the violent shaking of her head.
Her adamant refusal had to be honored
Despite his growing, undeniable dread.
She left the office, child in tow,
Absent the recommended vaccine.
The boy was happy to avoid a shot,
The mother certain his blood was clean.
Once in the car, his voice called out,
"I'm hungry. Is it lunch time yet?"
Pulling up to the fast food drive-thru,
She ordered food without any regret.
WarningWe all have things that scare us.
A monster hiding under the bed,
Reality staring us in the face,
Never knowing when it will strike.
It's not easy to admit our fear,
Not simple to say we're frightened.
Good thing our anger shields us.
Just OneSingle word spoken
Changes the course of a world
No matter the size.
Chaos is UniversalIt ends, it begins.
It exists through and around -
And even within.
DamnationWhat worries me most
When I look at this creature-
My dark reflection;
Am I a demon destined,
Or can I avoid this fate?
GratitudeShocked and awed by love
Is a strange state of affairs.
Wondrous, to be sure.