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BEZZ's blog: "RIOT"

created on 05/23/2007  |  http://fubar.com/riot/b84991

this is a motha **** poem

this here...right here
is the shit
all about the shit that goes on and shit
like the illuminate ...n machiaveli da don..
and the movie obama woods, narrated by morgan freedmon
produced by glenn beck on acid
lady ga GA something something like that...
a choclate bar....... and keith oberman ...
simpsons reference; Mmm, donuts.
madonna and so on and so forth
bit a this and that

you know.

 

Bom[B]Fire.

The bullets creep slow
High in thier sleep; They dream too
Twisting in the bed of their lonely chambers
Praying one day they would reach you
Like they could be delivered
From the dark world they live in
Hollow Tips & Hollow Fears
The only things they were raised to believe in
But they are on a mission
Undressing; from the shells of themselves
Lost somewhere in Iraq
And still haven’t found the right person to help
And they can hear the screams outside
So they feel they’re positioned in Hell
Central map; the central plan is to deliver the message
A final farewell
They know not remorse
Because through Life only three lessons where given
Load up em up;
Shoot em up;
Stop the Enemy from Livin..
But now in the Hands of an Angel they are held
And they are released to the Heavens
In celebration- of a mission- that went well.

The Devils Diner

I just want a peace I said.
While bombs went off
In the distant background.
And the spoon on my table
And the cup of tea
Put on this little symphony
Music not heard around here for a while
I looked out the diners window
And was saddened at the fact
That art came in the form of a tormented horizon
That was painted with the anguish of widows
Without the solace of sons
And the citizens were crestened with grim smiles
What a finishing touch I thought to myself
Piccaso's little Hades...
As the waitress came to my attention
Sorry sir,
No peace here.

math problem

i dont have a clue...maybe u do... -24s-53=39-s??
IF I could change the world it would be a strugglin mans paradise We could all kick our feet up, and feel the luxury of life No boundaries on what we bring to the world through imagination Living in every sense of what makes us smile, through our incarnations Picture one entire family united under sunshine And all the people smile back at daily markets cuz our currency is love lines We would all use our gifts daily that God had gave us And not get arrogant with em cuz no one would praise us Elders would be respected and pass on their wisdom Kids wouldnt be asking for the world, but be thankful for the world they live in We could all fly as high as we ever wanted And leaders would be recognized for their grace, not because we voted The world would be as green as it was ever intended And we would all have our personal space to let our minds be lifted The good could still die young but live along us in spirit And if their message was clear, everyone could hear it We would paint the skies at night with a portrait from our heart And then dance the rest of the night away Underneath the stars.

These Days...

The world is looking dreary these days. Everyone is so blind to the facts and it hurts. Not only knowing that it wont get better, only worse. I cant explain why we dont see no changes. No peace. Cuz the fact remains that we could all use some. The world is mentally fucked on the wrong morals and standards. But we cant all be blamed cuz its ok if were trying. Afterall, we are sinners. and the lord is a forgiver as long as we put effort into making the world a better place. I believe there is a way to make it through the hard times if you can stay strong and look forward to the better ones. And while you do have the good ones, remember that nobody said the struggle is done. Were all here for one reason or another. But love eachother while were here, cuz we are all we got. Your neighbors, family, friends, co-workers...black, brown, or white...we are human. and as human beings we are BLESSED with the opportunity, every day, to be amazing. and it is up to us to fulfill that destiny. to spread love, peace, and unity however and whenever we can.

dirty slut....

cum fuck with me.

The Rose...

Did you hear.. Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Provin nature's laws wrong It learned to walk without having feet Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams it learned to breathe FRESH air Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else, even cared. You see, you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun. Well, we are the rose - this is the concrete - and these are my damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God, and ask me how.

Made From Scraps

Made From Scraps You can tell me ‘bout it ‘cause you know I ain’t go’n tell nobody but God… When yo heart fall Like that Feel like yo belly just pop open an white foam just come gushin out, don’t it? Burn like Radioactive popcorn, Leapin from yo insides, Stingin the skin down to the bone. You go ta thinking The whole big world can see right into ya, don’t ya? Like ya naked... Like one them dreams where Everybody ya know Is in high fashion That day, but you walk in wearing nothing but the sweat of yo brow, without the good sense to have brought a Handkerchief to wipe it off. Then ya go gets busy. Ya so busy, Doin and bein’ Everything Fo every body, Do ya feel sometime- Like you too many of a lot of little things To be enough of one big thing that really matters?

THE PHONE CALL

It was three o'clock in the morning Out of a comatose sleep I was awaken By a phone call Death was on the line I didnt want to talk her at the time But she kept speaking of how uspet she was With her sorrowful life So I sat up and began to comfort her I couldnt quite understand her meaning But for some reason I hung on every word And for as long as we spoke I had realized at one point The darkness of the sky Was supposed to turn light I had noticed the reason it didn't Is because I just lost my life. That bitch.
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