Ready or not here i come!

The Green blanket of grass was tickling my cheaks
As i lay on a day, that is cloudy and dangerous.
The sun is a gift that gives me protection and peace
as i play hide and go seek with me.
Using the clouds to suprise me more.
Like my trials that come and pass
somehow knowing that they will not last.
We suprise eachother by the tears that we shed.
I never know when the next will come.
For the clouds are always playing wiht my head.

I want you back home!

Juice less ink on a page,
capturing a lifetime in one still frame.
Always wondering, when the wind would come
to peel away the one thing
that kept me out of the cage of loneliness
She was wearing that red polo shirt
half-way buttoned up, collar popped
Her hair was raised,just enough
to her silver earrings dance in the buoyant day
Our whole lives, i dreamed of catching her.
Striving to take the bigger step.
But i guess that's how i learned to fail.
You were that cloud in the sky,
that never could be duplicated.
Slowly getting blown away.
your the one i need, for shade.
So Why did you leave me Thirsty; so that
everything tastes stale and dry.
Come back and block the sun.
shadow me from the sun that is to brilliant,
Like you did before.

My first and last

He was the guy i knew i loved
so what was wrong with are first touch
I knew it was coming, it was the night of my dreams
I could feel a piece of me quitting my team
My perfect picture was finally real
My letter was done and ready to seal.
I didn't know that it would be my last
And know i open, to look at my past
Wondering when my next will come.
Like a mother goose, waiting for the crack
and still it hasn't come.
i fear my lips are going numb.
Until i brush his lips again
i sit and think "What did i do wrong?


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Moonboots

Moonboots!

Here’s a Tune about MY moon.
That shines so bright in the night.
Yeah, I guess you could say it’s pretty tight!
All day I wait for the sun to go down,
And the star’s to come up.
Cause when my moon shines,
I can’t hold back my rhymes.
Like a thief in the night,
It steals my spot light.
Some say the moons a big chuck of cheese,
But really it’s craters up to my knees.
That might be why its in my dreams.
Yeah food is everything to me.
I’m not a wrestler a strait up G.
I like Gouda, with a side of Mac & Cheese.
I know that some can relate,
So call me and set up a date.
We’ll lay in the grass and act like Goons,
And maybe ill call you back soon.
Cause I’m a rapper hittin’ parties all night,
Straitjacket this moon is full tonight.


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Gabcast! Poetry #1


Say anything syndrome.Wednesday, March 28,2007
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