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And the newest diva to be better than me...
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Honor
My husband screams Oorah! in the night.
He dreams in ammunition and targets,
50 caliber under his pillow,
and nuc's for sweat beads.
Tells me he loves me through 10 minute phone calls, poetry walls, and computer glitches.
I bet his fingernails are filthy with hatred, greed, and confusion.
Never wants to admit to me, though he swears he misses me...
I wanna hear him say which poison he's sniffin: money, fear, or contentment.
Since one if not all is the reason he won't come home to me.
I get to drive his VA paid Escalade while he's away.
Sometimes I would flip through speeches just to hear him talk through Bush tactics, and practice a smile for if ever he receives a heart colored of purple pigments.
Much like the ligaments that were blown to pieces while serving his God.
We're democrats by the way...
with Republican orders.
We have a "50 flat screen with blue ray and surround sound to remind him of surrounding sounds of bullets, missals, and Humvee's.
Peace ain't never lived here.
Not even between my legs cause I keep getting fucked by chaos, and he ain't even good at it.
Keep tryin to match his heartbeat, but he reminds me through re-enlisted six figures that he doesn't have one.
Traded his heart for rank and seniority.
He said he's defending his country!
I say,
Baby what about me?
I don't even cry when he leaves now. What's the point when those tears won't make him stay?
Operation: DO WHAT THE FUCK THEY SAY!
Die now, ask questions later.
I ain't never fought beside him in battle. Never felt his rage through machines.
But I cross my heart with my hand every time our song is played.
Respectfully, wanting to divorce his reasons, or speak through pussy language to someone who gives a damn and can see right through my revolutionary poems.
They gave me a letter, a medal, his dog tags, and his balls to explain his heroic above and beyond call of duty.
Might as well shit on my face as I pass his misfortune to his first born, the next in line.
While I get to drive with honors in the VA paid Escalade while he's away.
I've been a widow from he moment he signed the dotted line...
Our country tis of thee...sweet land of liberty...
-still in progress-
By: Ebpoetry
My husband screams Oorah! in the night.
He dreams in ammunition and targets,
50 caliber under his pillow,
and nuc's for sweat beads.
Tells me he loves me through 10 minute phone calls, poetry walls, and computer glitches.
I bet his fingernails are filthy with hatred, greed, and confusion.
Never wants to admit to me, though he swears he misses me...
I wanna hear him say which poison he's sniffin: money, fear, or contentment.
Since one if not all is the reason he won't come home to me.
I get to drive his VA paid Escalade while he's away.
Sometimes I would flip through speeches just to hear him talk through Bush tactics, and practice a smile for if ever he receives a heart colored of purple pigments.
Much like the ligaments that were blown to pieces while serving his God.
We're democrats by the way...
with Republican orders.
We have a "50 flat screen with blue ray and surround sound to remind him of surrounding sounds of bullets, missals, and Humvee's.
Peace ain't never lived here.
Not even between my legs cause I keep getting fucked by chaos, and he ain't even good at it.
Keep tryin to match his heartbeat, but he reminds me through re-enlisted six figures that he doesn't have one.
Traded his heart for rank and seniority.
He said he's defending his country!
I say,
Baby what about me?
I don't even cry when he leaves now. What's the point when those tears won't make him stay?
Operation: DO WHAT THE FUCK THEY SAY!
Die now, ask questions later.
I ain't never fought beside him in battle. Never felt his rage through machines.
But I cross my heart with my hand every time our song is played.
Respectfully, wanting to divorce his reasons, or speak through pussy language to someone who gives a damn and can see right through my revolutionary poems.
They gave me a letter, a medal, his dog tags, and his balls to explain his heroic above and beyond call of duty.
Might as well shit on my face as I pass his misfortune to his first born, the next in line.
While I get to drive with honors in the VA paid Escalade while he's away.
I've been a widow from he moment he signed the dotted line...
Our country tis of thee...sweet land of liberty...
-still in progress-
By: Ebpoetry
Monday, July 07, 2008
Wedding Day
“Is it the way,
You love,
Me baby."
If I told you I love you a thousand times,
Would you still believe me after the thousandth time?
Baby, you are my dream.
Like the ones that you thought would never come true,
But you’re my fantasy,
Like it’s inevitable and meant to be this way.
I love you, shouted to echoing mountains just so I can hear it more than once.
And I’d die to hear my name uttered from your lips.
Skip with me to moments of perfection,
Or can I just be your milestone in creating futures with you.
I love you….
Simply simple.
Simply amazingly blessed.
And I’ll treat you as my God,
Because you are strong enough to be my Zeus.
Or can I just be your rib because Adam I match you as your Eve.
It’s unbelievable that I see our happiness in your eyes.
Completed…
Like braiding myself into your DNA to create a perfect human-being.
Completed….
Like a princess from a fairy-tale running away with her black knight.
Baby you are my:
Shakespeare…
Mixed with Aristotle…
Topped off with a biblical sense of David.
I’ll call you my husband.
And for short, my hero.
So walk on this cloud nine with me…
Sail away with me, my love…
Because at last,
We are what they call a life time.
By: Ebpoetry
“Is it the way,
You love,
Me baby."
If I told you I love you a thousand times,
Would you still believe me after the thousandth time?
Baby, you are my dream.
Like the ones that you thought would never come true,
But you’re my fantasy,
Like it’s inevitable and meant to be this way.
I love you, shouted to echoing mountains just so I can hear it more than once.
And I’d die to hear my name uttered from your lips.
Skip with me to moments of perfection,
Or can I just be your milestone in creating futures with you.
I love you….
Simply simple.
Simply amazingly blessed.
And I’ll treat you as my God,
Because you are strong enough to be my Zeus.
Or can I just be your rib because Adam I match you as your Eve.
It’s unbelievable that I see our happiness in your eyes.
Completed…
Like braiding myself into your DNA to create a perfect human-being.
Completed….
Like a princess from a fairy-tale running away with her black knight.
Baby you are my:
Shakespeare…
Mixed with Aristotle…
Topped off with a biblical sense of David.
I’ll call you my husband.
And for short, my hero.
So walk on this cloud nine with me…
Sail away with me, my love…
Because at last,
We are what they call a life time.
By: Ebpoetry
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
More than a Poet
An angel in Shannon Lee decided to take her...God I hope you know what you're doing.
I trust though that you do and I won't question your motives. We have been selfish with those we love never wanting them to part us.
Shannon, until we meet again, spit a poem to the heavens that will make God weep.
You will be missed. Grateful to have known you...
An angel in Shannon Lee decided to take her...God I hope you know what you're doing.
I trust though that you do and I won't question your motives. We have been selfish with those we love never wanting them to part us.
Shannon, until we meet again, spit a poem to the heavens that will make God weep.
You will be missed. Grateful to have known you...
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