The Battle Between Good and Evil
These poems represent the current state of affairs of my life and spirit, this collection is the duel between God and Lucifer for my soul...
Picturesque
By Manasia C. Thorn
This
Poem right hur is dedicated to my handsome niggaz.
Who get the same wore out recording that is getting a bit boring.
The same old phrase, that makes you start snoring.
You want to know what that phrase is?
I will
tell you later in the next stanza.
So sit back and just chill.
That
phrase that pays, is something that never ceases to amaze.
The usual?
I cannot trust you, the one you chicks say for days.
However, most of the time, this comes from ugly women.
Women
who say shit like.
A good looking man.
We will forever be sinning.
However,
I thought of the something is a bit clever.
Take this next stanza with you handsome man.
And seal it in your heart, on your next love endeavor.
If you
want to have some happiness in your life.
You better get a pretty woman to be your lady or wife.
Because pretty people, get over shallow shit like looks.
Because if the female already stunning, she aint worried about your
heart being
took.
This
poem right hur is my decree.
That this picturesque man.
Will no longer talk to women that is ugly.
Ugly women are always insecure in me.
You ugly muthafuckaz need to get each other so you can get security.
Leave
me be.
Let me
grab the pen and pad
To continue my hateful trend
Which is slowly becoming a fad
We cuss
out hoes and niggaz like erryday
However we have no one to kick it with on Vday
Valentines II
This
poem is for all my peepz
That on this day
Is destitute and disdain
Who every time they see a couple hold hands
The feel pain
Valentines II
Maybe
next year we can write us a new poem
No longer Fuck Valentines and the bastards that celebrate
But a poem about the special someone
Who every time they move
A breath from us they take
But
until then
Fyah Pon Valentines Day
This is what we will still say
Valentines
II
Fuck Valentine's Day is the same old song
I saw
you buy flowers him
And balloons too
U even got the nigga his favorite tims boo
You
came in the room and caught him with a girl
He crushed your world
Your pearl was gone back into his oyster in the sea
U felt like dying but you sung this song with me
I heard
you my boy
Crying over the phone
U could not believe
That she was fucking another nigga
So now
you call yourself playing the men
And playing the girls with thongs
Yall are two pimps who are out to fuck and leave
Get your money
And your feelings or love
The Other party will never retrieve
I find
myself at the end of this
Just like the two aforementioned players
Pimping the hoes is my business
I hurt they hearts mayne
Make feel what I feel inside
Which is nothing but pain
She got
ten niggaz
You got ten hoes
I got gurls from California to the Caribbean
But on V-day aint none of us got no one to hold
You
might have men or women
But all of it's frivolous
Aint nothing like having one person in your life
To hold when you enter the pain of life
And leave it bliss
The
Valentines Day Massacre
Spilled my heart over the floor
I realized I was so alone
I like my Tall Skinny Goddesses
Who be smart and beautiful
But I cannot help myself
Having one woman is wrong
I tried
to keep one
God knows I tried
But I cannot be faithful
Having one woman is wrong
Now my
creed has changed
My Momma say my thoughts are deranged
I cannot function with out at least 3 women in my life
Having one woman is wrong
They
say I am gone die of aids mayne
I reply I use raincoats
So my dick just gone have to choke
Having one woman is wrong
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
A man
cannot live by one woman alone
But by every woman he possess
Having one woman is wrong
Solomon
Had 300 wives and 700 concubines
What is wrong wit having 10 at a time?
There
are patriarchs likes me
Who cannot live with one female entity
We run the world off the oppression of women
It is the reason why we are blind to our own sinning
Having one woman is wrong
Imagine
a Rolodex of women
All different minds
Just like a store of fine linens
Having one woman is wrong
But is having more one than woman right?
Who
holds you at night when you cry?
Not them 300 wives and 700 concubines
Not a soul
Having one woman is wrong
No Pain No Gain - Poem Version
Before I begin
Let me dedicate this poem
To you
Betty Wright
Goddess,
songstress and warrior
Without you this poem would have not come true
I'm sitting here amidst clouds of pain
Wondering why I have I can't love one woman
It seem so strange
I can please 10 women but not one
I believe I am going insane
I tried
in many ways to conceal my pain
Crime sex and money
Took it way for a moment
But afterwards then came the rain
Thru all of it I l learned one thang
No Pain
No Gain
You cannot have sunshine unless you make rain
I saw
this old lady sitting under tree
Humming tonight's the night
She looked up And she spoke to me
She say
son you look tired and lonely
You an old troubled soul
She say open yo heart boy and let that special girl take control
I whispered back softly thank you mama
She
said thank you for listening son
I hope you understand why yo life is full of drama
No Pain
No Gain
You cannot have sunshine unless you make rain
A
Special girl is in my life
Respecting your privacy and soul
Is apart of my plan
Learning the ways of you goddess
Is something you pimps, players ballers, and boys
Just don't understand
I got a
woman in my life who stand by me
My Sunshine finally came
After all the years of rejection and pain
I truly realize
What Betty Wright Sang
No Pain
No Gain
You cannot have sunshine unless you make rain
I guess
this poem is my decree
Or maybe just a simple question
Something I ask myself everyday
Why
when you tell a Black Woman she look nice
She think you trying to get in her draws
Like you trying to hit on the first night
Why is
it when you tell a Black Woman she has a nice voice
When u tell her it is elegant like a benz or a rolls Royce
She thinks your lying
Folks I
know yall tired of my crying
But feel me real quick
I promise I aint gone make you sick
Is like
when u make positive comments to a Black Woman
She take it the wrong way
Like the next line u gone ask
Are you Cutting?
And where do you stay?
Gurl
aint nobody trying to have sex with you
I am trying to be the gentleman my momma raised me to be
U know I am from the South I got to show my Suthan Hospitality
But I
realize what is wrong
Black Men from the ages of 18-25
Are nothing but wanna be thugs, and players.
A bunch of chirren who pretending to be grown
But now
it hits me
All the Gentleman is gone
So u
just a bit surprised and thangs
When a man is being serene and nice
It seem so peculiar and strange
For a
Tall Dark Handsome mayne.
To not ask you for sex
But to tell honestly say you look nice
And asks you what is your first name.
I guess
that is why In Barbados
A certain person calls my name
Excuse
me
let me relax a lil bit
I want to discuss my women who I think are heaven sent
Tall
women are the air I breath
They are my dreams at night when I sleep
Tall
women be straight representing
Gliding thru the mall
With their beautiful linens
This
Black Cuban is the height of 6'5
And he need a tall beautiful goddess on his side
We are Kings and Queens
Fuck it.
God and Goddess when we ride
I heard
di gyal was 5'2
And weighed about 105
A size 0 waist
With pretty big brown eyes
When I
see her walk by I get hypnotized
Short Skinny Girlz
Yall be on my mind
It's
like I am locked up in yall prison
Like I am doing time
My Tall
women is first and preferred in my life
But I aint gone lie
I am a sucka for a short skinny gyrl
That is mysterious like the night
Fuck You
By Dale Thomas
This poem is dedicated to yo double minded ass.
The chick who changes her mind instantly.
Her shit changes quicker than the flash.
I just wanted to say fuck you.
For all the bullshit that you put me through.
You aint shit.
Why did you even start talking to me.
Why did the nigga god introduce thee to me.
You sit up and talk about how Christian you are.
You double minded just like the nigga Thomas.
You a switch out like the disciples after Jesus died, lets be honest.
Why do you continue to stay in my life.
Get the fuck out, stop pretending you want to be my wife.
You never liked my black ass from the start.
I am sorry if I am not them ugly bitch made ass niggaz in Barbados who
are soft and say nothing.
Them niggaz who you run over and do what ever you say.
Them niggaz who let you shit on them and saying nothing.
You know you gets no airtime like dat.
With this nigga from the south.
The nigga that will punch the prime minister of barbados and your
father in his mouth.
You even hate on my goals and my ambitions.
Hold my past against me.
Like you a fucking princess.
Whoever has not committed a sin, let him cast the first stone.
How the fuck you gone hold something against me.
When in your past you've committed alot of wrong.
Fuck you.
You aint shit.
And this is it.
This is my muthafucking testament.
You hurt my feelings and aint give a fuck about how I felt.
You took me into your home and fed me, and gave me bread.
Caressed my pain and let me rest in your bed.
You showed me love and took it away.
You left me like Vincent Hazlewood.
Left me Like Dale Rodriguez.
You deported me out of your country of England since your british.
You politely wiped me away like I was feces after you shitted.
You was the boss who did not give me the job, because I did not know
the right the people.
You aint shit.
You are simply evil.
I was could reach out and touch yo punk ass.
Since you've always wanted too see how mad I get
This is me when I'm mad
I am
out like a fad
I was in a daze
I never knew this place
For all of my days
I never knew this place would amaze
I
thought I was in Barbados
I thought I was on that tiny Caribbean island
Walking with my Goddess in Hand
Still Clowning
Still Wilding
South
Florida
Come to me
I know there is other danger here
But this place is so peaceful to me
Cuban
Black Boy from North Florida
So country and ghetto
That you would think I am from Georgia
Starring
in the night
With tears in my eyes
Down here in South Florida
Wishing I could Die
Oh my Oh My
Why must we cry
I need
you in my life
South Florida
Please be my wife
Marry me and my Goddess
I promise we will treat you right
We will be faithful and honest
Please
come unto me.
Mama
God does not love me
He Don't care about my heart
Jesus Hate me
And don't love me no more
I feel
like knocking on satans door
Loves End has entered my heart's door
You say
I don't tell you I love you no more
You say I treate you bad
And try to wipe you away
Like a Bad Face pore
But you
don't know how it feels to walk alone everyday
In the mind of a man who is suppose to lead the way
Destined for Greatness is what the preachers say
I don't care about being no famo hamus man
I just want to walk and hold yo hand on bajan sands
I feel
like knocking on satans door
Loves end has entered my heart's door
My love
for you may not show
But please know
That it hurts not see your eyes no mo
Loves
end has taken ahold of me
And it don't want me to live anymore
Please stay in my life and set me free
Hello
world of JU!
I decided to write this poetical presentation
Basically it is a synopsis of me and my friends’ frustrations
I decided to write it because I am the Shogun of the group
I am prepared to battle over any situation
After reading this, if you feel any feeling of retaliation
Remember
I’m like the Luftwaffe, prepared to tear down a city, before a German invasion
This
lil poem is a basic observation.
From the son of Amen-Ra
To others I am Ahriman or Minamoto Yoritomo
But in this lyric, I prefer to be called Mr. Voorhees or Jason
Because in this poem there is nothing but slaying
Some
females won’t give us intellectuals the time of day because we
don’t play sports
Or Because we are gentleman and do not pretend that we are strong and
hard
We should just ignore you
However, we refuse to lower ourselves to the likes of you retards
You
think the athlete’s are going to be your number one draft pick
So when they go to the pro’s, you soak up their money and just
watch the soaps?
Are you chicks stupid?
You
think the athlete’s are slow?
A majority of you chicks already know
All you will get is a Dick
And you will end up a trick
Let’s stop fronting
How
many JU females and dudes must get dissed
For fronting like they a #1 hit
When in reality, they are nothing but a flat soda and a stale bag of
chips
Let me
spit a stanza for my yard-girls that feel the same
Time to lick a few shots at you immature boys
Who think because my Goddesses are smart, they can be your toys
Or who you dissed because they will not put up with your bullshit.
Or you slander their name because they will not let you hit.
You
dudes are stupid and pusillanimous
You’re bane, baleful, repulsive and scandalous
You guys are nothing but a group of weak bandits
You cat’s are so flawed, that it reeks, your rancid
Let’s Stop Fronting
U
Cat’s be acting all Big and Bad
However, you cat’s are really sad
You’re far away from home and you miss your mom and dad
You a spoiled rotten child
Who thinks he is wild
But if I took you to where I am from, that mean look will turn into a
smile
Let’s Stop fronting
Last
but not least
The institution must be razed in this piece
This University is a purported academic school
However Yall Know that athletics rule
Athletics
generate revenue they’re here to stay
JU will continue building new sports fields
While Academia rots away
It’s cool however
Because
replacing you old irrational pieces of junk is the new endeavor
Some of you administrators are a waste of time
You waste taxpayers money and you do nothing
It is
our time
Yours was from the 40’s to 80’s
Go Retire and collect Social Security and your pensions, u need to stop
fronting
Neo-Administrators
and Intellectuals will rise and create new institutions of higher
learning
And the policies and stupidity of your repulsive tenures
Will be on the stake burning
Glossary of Terms:
Ahirman
- Evil Power in Zoroastrianism, the Christian equivalent of Satan
Amen-Ra - Ruler of All Gods in Kemetian Mythology. He is the Greek
Version of Zeus.
Bane and Baleful - Evil
Fronting - lying
Hit - sexual intercourse
JU – Jacksonville University my shitty ex school.
Luftwaffe - German Air Force Unit of WWII.
Minamoto Yoritomo - Japanese warrior and founder of the shogunate -a
feudal form of government that lasted nearly 700 years. In 1192, he
took the title of Shogun and thus was the first Shogun of Japan.
Purported – the false presentation of something
Pusillanimous - Cowardly
Rancid - Something that smells terrible.
Razed - Destroyed
Stanza – A Division of a poem
Trick - Slut
Yard-girl - Caribbean term for female friend used in Jamaica alot