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- [ young blacks rapping and playing B-ball, ] at allpoetry
young blacks rapping and playing B-ball,
the only thing they will ever be worth. - [ Flowers give birth to sunshine ] at allpoetry
untold
- Lie to Me!! at allpoetry
everyone yells at the simple children of the day
who only want to make their way. - Almighty chickens at allpoetry
I love chicken!
They're my friends! - these hands at allpoetry
hands.
hands so strong they can kill a man. - falling deep at allpoetry
i was insulted today at school.
it hurt. but i'm not surprised. it seems to be my destiny to ache. - Untitled at allpoetry
Billy slept alone in his own bed tonight - Billy and Dad at allpoetry
Billy slept alone in his own bed tonight, - [ Seeing her he knew he had to talk ] at allpoetry
Seeing her he knew he had to talk to her, as she stood on the edge of the bridge, - A Prayer for Peace at allpoetry
Dad put his babies safely to bed - A little something perspicacious and serious for masterblaster, at allpoetry
the keyboard clicks and clackers, and i'm glad i got you "knackered," - quiet surrender at allpoetry
a heart in love is always tender, - firelfies at allpoetry
Lightening falls unto the Earth striking fear in the hearts of men, - who fucking cares? at allpoetry
inside means nothing unless it's green - Politicking at allpoetry
Politicking, politicking! Hillary has won again! - Sarah at allpoetry
The hateful pull us every way. It is not safe by night or day. - Eternal at allpoetry
Two young lovebirds falling in love as the crickets chirp to the stars above. - By and by. at allpoetry
Evening passes with a twilight sigh and problems go the by and by, - forever free! at allpoetry
When evening falls, in hush of night, - . . . for all the world . . . at allpoetry
She stood alone for all the world upon the free and open shore, - April at allpoetry
Nothing in the world could be as kind as April in the morn - shadow at allpoetry
as it stands, with the past as a guide, / the future a bronco we all must ride, / and the oceans dying with every tide, / i think things will end with another bad lie. / the ozone will falter, the food disappear, - prosperity at allpoetry
wondering at what burns inside my mind. / the world's gone mad. / women just make investments, never fall in love, / and those few who do are cast away for younger models / in more prosperous / times. / i se - i wouldn't worry about it . . . at allpoetry
they happen, you know. / "worst case scenarios." / boy meets girl. boy and girl fall in love. / boy kills girl in a jealous rage when he's drunk. / i mean, he doesn't MEAN to kill her. Just knock some "sen - For Di, Wherever I Might Find Her . . . at allpoetry
on the horizon / across the sea, / a million futures / call to me. / some i've throttled, / some i've been. / yet love and joy, / i've never seen. / alone, afraid, / to weak to err. / yet all alo - Untitled at allpoetry
Bloody bud blossoming; / The generous gatherer gives. / Cold, the baby wails. / Dying, the mother weeps. / High-pitched, ear-pircing screams; / What more could the infant want? / Last words, last breath; / What - there are too many blacks in this library so i am cutting this short. they make so much noise, i can't think. at allpoetry
homeless queuing in front of a trashcan for warmth / as another new york night rains down its apathy in / insults from a window, far above. / he loved her. he knew it. she knew it. but she was you - unfinished at allpoetry
"Where?" he said. / "You heard me!" growled the sargeant. / And he packed up his belongings, / and headed with his outfit / to the C130 standing there. / And he left his wife and kids so fair. / The Prez had - [ things i'm sick of! ] at allpoetry
things i'm sick of! / i'm sick of goin' to the library only to find that all the smart people are somewhere else, and the the only people there are the dumb blacks who like to raise hell about sex while i'm trying to l - Death? Life? at allpoetry
My early memories are fond to me, / chasing butterflies, getting stung by bees. / There was a rock on which I lay, / a tiny boy-child in love with the day. / Older I grew to becoming a man, / Mom wa - Mom and the Mountain at allpoetry
I stood on a mountain when I was young, / and I looked down, and up, and all around. / And my mother held my tiny hand, / "This will be yours when you're a man." / / As time rushed on (as always does), / I lost w - Usa, Usa at allpoetry
I remember being
a little boy, - the sea, the shore. at allpoetry
There was a man who sailed the seas,
and that really didn't mean much to me, - for the evil one at allpoetry
the eyes
of hate
