2008.07.03 - Various One
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New toys at work... and new poetry... first the toys:






now, ain't that some shit.

now aint that some shit.
when some false prophet,
can give you moral conflict,
make you ask for forgiveness,
put you on your knees to repent,
when some false prophet to that extent,
causes you to call out in shame,
causes you to fall in blame,
causes you to take his name.
and beg for every little fucking thing,
to be ok..

now aint that some shit.

when the mother of your child,
can take her from your eyes,
turn to the court with fake tears,
and they only hear her side,
only to have the judge in all his pride,
rain fire on you so savagely,
all the while she fucks off her life,
your child watching the spectacle so intently when clearly,
the person raising your child is incapable of playing honestly.
Blindly swinging hoping to lay a blow so low that it stings,
and this is from who your child is learning all lifes things.

now aint that some shit.

When words can fly so high and mighty,
from a mouth attached to a foul soul that does not yet know,
claiming the inane,
trying hard to follow the personal resolutions that flow,
the prize so close,
but he falls back down the ladder, screaming to top, "I am a man!",
holding his pride so it doesnt fall and shatter.
Hoping to one day be content in every moment for his daughter; a better father.

now aint that some shit.

when two people cant come to a single agreement
when they have this gorgeous gift in the middle mediating them,
even after acknowledging that it all had to be ended,
shit still seems to get thrown and hit the fan when,
every time they talk they juggle,
yelling worn out feelings, and animosity,
a foundation for struggle.
While a creation of beauty and life is in the middle.

(shes listening.)

now aint that some shit.


2008.07.02 - Various One
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Super Cala,
Fucka Fraga Listic,
Im the one with the mostess.

And if you think that I should quit,
Ill just have to verbally smoke yas.
Just take that shit step back a bit,
or all I'll have to get ferocious.

Super Cala,
Fucka Fraga Listic,
Im the one with the mostess.


Peace.