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I love you, little lieI feel, I cryI fail but I tryAsk me anythingJust don’t ask whyArt by Vicki Wardius
07/10/2024

I love you, little lie
I feel, I cry
I fail but I try
Ask me anything
Just don’t ask why

Art by Vicki Wardius

Star crossedGod in formIn a mask so scaryProtecting angels from lost souls like meOnly learn the hard wayHere, let me ma...
07/10/2024

Star crossed

God in form
In a mask so scary
Protecting angels from lost souls like me

Only learn the hard way
Here, let me make it harder
Buried deep
But I’m gonna make you see

Don’t she look just like you?
Don’t she bite back at you?
Not in the mirror
Here, go a little deeper

Don’t she kill you the best?
Feel her rip out your chest?
Ride or die?
Wanna fly?
Yeah, she’s a keeper

All you wanna do is smile
But y’all been at this a while
Before the shadow
Even before the first breath

Explosion on contact
It’s a soul contract
Friend or lover,
Ain’t she the sweetest death?

Die and come back
Making love in combat
Y’all been dancing this way for ages

They all think you are crazy
But the judgment don’t phase me
From past lives onto poetry pages

She was asleep real good
I was nailed to some wood
When the flames finally burned it away

She comes and I go
We bleed and we grow
A thousand deaths
Twin flame here to stay

I searched and searched for GodIn eyesIn booksIn treesIn temples, churches, and synagogues I wrote messages in bottlesI ...
06/30/2024

I searched and searched for God
In eyes
In books
In trees
In temples, churches, and synagogues

I wrote messages in bottles
I cried many nights
I went to Hades
Went into cages
Into war

I searched for God in the past
Manifested him in the future

I met him in the present and he smited me….
As sure as I stand before you
God is dead
And I have Holy blood on my hands

JC Met Jesus Christ in an old h***y tonk dive bar just West of MemphisSix years to the day I had given up the sauceWeird...
06/27/2024

JC

Met Jesus Christ in an old h***y tonk dive bar just West of Memphis
Six years to the day I had given up the sauce
Weird place to celebrate
Ironic
Ironic like meeting the savior as he sips a vodka water
Beautiful parables but he slurred his words and it kinda cheapened the whole message
A little incoherent but you could definitely feel it came from a place of love
Drunk love poems
That’s kinda my forte
Drunk off the spirit homie
I gave up the booze...
Six years to the day before I met Jesus Christ Almighty at an old h***y tonk dive bar just West of Memphis

Self Stranded40 days40 nightsOr 40 long yearsWho knows?I know the promised landI’ve been there beforePast lives and drea...
06/25/2024

Self Stranded

40 days
40 nights
Or 40 long years
Who knows?

I know the promised land
I’ve been there before
Past lives and dreams
On the astral plane

You and I are tied
Soul contract
Intertwined
You are the very death of me
You are my salvation

Losing sight, losing hope
False idols to cope
Pain, pain, pain
Praying for cessation

I’ll die with you here
I’ll die for you here
I’ll kill for you here
There’s no “here”

She didn’t sign up for a guide
All she wanted was a ride
Exactly where she wanted
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round

The promised land becomes unreal
She can no longer feel
And she’d rather go to hell alone
Than be led to paradise

Prayers to paper Gods
Stoning the flesh of the One
One, we’re all one
One, she was alone

Dreams come and go
They find comfort in the flow
Dying in the sands
Promised land, who knows?

Stream of Thought-In my FeelinsOn some sensitive thug type s**tWatery eyed God s**tA single tear on the cheek sorta s**t...
06/25/2024

Stream of Thought-In my Feelins

On some sensitive thug type s**t
Watery eyed God s**t
A single tear on the cheek sorta s**t
Poor out a 40 for the youngins

Burned in a good way, twin flame type s**t
Burning in a bad way, some screaming ego lookin’ s**t
Burning all the vanity, can we record this s**t?
Burning away Lance
Kill that mother fu**er
Kill that mother fu**er
Be free

I’m on some captain save a hoe, corny ass s**t
Some captain save a world, messiah type s**t
I’m on some dancing Shiva s**t, can’t stop my feet type s**t
Auctioning off secrets cause I can’t pay rent

I’m on some revolving door sort of s**t
Same old story s**t
I’m on some real bangin’ type s**t
Bang, bang
Won’t quit
Slamming my head against concrete for the f**k if it

I’m on some you define me type s**t
What shall I be? type s**t
Some I am what you say sorta s**t
Some crucify me, I’m okay type s**t

I’m on some gathering lost seeds type s**t
Fulfilling her needs type s**t
I’m on some true ride or die s**t
Some open up the third eye s**t

I’m on some playing the game type s**t
Some loyalty over fame type s**t
Essence of against the grain type s**t
F**k me over but remember the name
Oh s**t

I’m on some sleeping demons type s**t
Some just give me a reason type s**t
Some changing like the seasons type s**t
Some love like Ephesians type s**t

I’m on some revelations stupid s**t
On some pale horse stupid s**t
Some sword of Mohammed type s**t
Some introduce her to mama type s**t

I’m on some Hanuman type s**t
A God serving God type s**t
I’m on some open up my chest type s**t
Put the devil to rest type s**t

I’m on some dreamin’ type s**t
Set goals and schemin’ type s**t
Some one way or another you gonna believe me type s**t

My pen is a wand
And I’m creating magic spells
I’m on some being judged s**t
But homie I do it well

Falling asleep
Dreaming of heaven on Earth
Waking up with her and making it

Stream of Thought-Cemetery Writing poems in graveyardsDigging holesMaking bedsI want Nirvana, but something’s in the way...
06/20/2024

Stream of Thought-Cemetery

Writing poems in graveyards
Digging holes
Making beds

I want Nirvana, but something’s in the way

From unlocking the code to self destruct mode
Paralyzed, trying to reach for my daughter

Neck down
Neck up
Communion in the cup

Set the world on fire
P**s my pants

Roses are redViolets are blueYous a crazy ass bitchI really, really love you
06/15/2024

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Yous a crazy ass bitch
I really, really love you

Going to Houston-Stream of ThoughtI’m going, going, goingBack to Houston, Houston, HoustonRed and blue sirensSirens and ...
06/14/2024

Going to Houston-Stream of Thought

I’m going, going, going
Back to Houston, Houston, Houston

Red and blue sirens
Sirens and mermaids screaming
Screaming eagles, airborne
Airborne first born
Born in the ghetto
Ghetto children need hugs
Hugs for your slugs
Slugs, I be packin’
Packin’ up the car, ridin’
Ridin’ dirty, King Koopa
Koopa turtle for a Mario
Mario Andretti drivin’ drunk
Drunk off love
Love it when these bi***es hate
Hate to have to do it
It lurks, clown face
Face me face to face
Face Mob, Geto Boys
Boys need fathers
Fathers weren’t there
There is no other way to say this
This is what I am
Am I ready for war?
War is necessary
Necessary for Arjuna
Arjuna breathes life
Life blown in Arjuna
Arjuna ridin’ solo
So low with Krishna heat
Heat, Robert Di Dinero, why he go back?
Back to back, young Drake
Drac tucked and concealed
Concealed carry?? No sir
Sir, step up out our face
Face this s**t with the chopper

Chop, chop, choppin’ my own rap, tell me how you love that?!?!?

She was bleeding bluePolice sirens when scaredI was on some red lettersBut not fully preparedGot a sword from MohammedCu...
06/14/2024

She was bleeding blue
Police sirens when scared
I was on some red letters
But not fully prepared

Got a sword from Mohammed
Cut Ganesha’s head off
But didn’t realize the rooftop was missin’

Crown chakra
Broadcasting live
One half dead, one half alive
Gaia offered me a cross
Take five

Missed central casting
I was at home fasting
When another bitch said let’s eat
Brought all the supplies
But she didn’t have the meat
Love gun, splat
S***t, s***t, s***t

Now I got a few opps
Of this I’m well aware
Put that barrel onto tonsils
Get that thousand mile stare
But every time I unload
Little birdies fly by
Half love, half fear they ask why

I was under a bodhi tree
Drinking Maker’s Mark
With a ghost growing flesh
And a shadow in the dark
Reminiscing of the battle with a great white shark-

They were little, but brave
But couldn’t look Krishna in His face

Now I’m on a bed chillin’
Contemplatin’ blood spillin’
Or maybe makin’ a killin’
Testing who’s feelin’
Show stopper
While mind f**kin’ a copper
On the market for a chopper
P***y popper

How do I end this here?
Maybe tattoo a tear?
Pop top on a beer?
End it all right here?
Should I let the blind steer?
Swallow all the fear?
Pass the rock and just cheer?
Tattoo something q***r?

I think I’ll just write a poem instead

I’m a N**i sympathizer. I am Hi**er.I am the little Jewish boy separated from his mother.I am the guard simply following...
06/13/2024

I’m a N**i sympathizer.
I am Hi**er.
I am the little Jewish boy separated from his mother.
I am the guard simply following orders.
I am the sadist who enjoys gassing families.
I am the God, crying as I watch it all happen

All one.
One love.
Love over fear.

Writing by Lance Bell
Art by Adolph Hi**er

Su***de is the most radical form of protestI am a mutantMy default mode is Professor X but I have Magneto inside meSu***...
06/13/2024

Su***de is the most radical form of protest
I am a mutant
My default mode is Professor X but I have Magneto inside me

Su***de is the most selfish act one can do
I am an activist
My default mode is Martin Luther King but I have a lot of Malcolm X in me

Su***de is a f**k you to the world
I am a Beatle
My default mode is George but I have some John in me

Su***de is never the answer
I am a prophet
Jesus is my default mode but I have Mohammad in me too

Su***de is a dream
It’s all a dream

Never give up

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