"Far From A Friend"

By Arcassin Burnham


Stepping through some cemeteries,
Lost your soul In February,
Looking for attention in a school where the kids make babies,
never married,
Closed eyes will be starry,
riding open waves are scary,
fall into the current , drown all your emotions,
its way more than death can carry,
friends are snitches , mercenaries,
backstabbing you in secrecy,
Even to you when your married,
cause what you and your wife have . he feels jealousy,
separate the real from peasants,
No time for argumental dispositions,
guess we're on a mission,
no further discretions,
Everyone ain't your friend , learn your lesson,

Friends do what their friends do and their intentions
is to hurt you,
hit you where it hurts the most then walk around while they
disgrace you,
people get in on to be cool or their scared, one of the two,
Got you thinking that suicides the only way to commute,
In other words i was a victim too,
hopelessly suicidal, with no further guidance from a parent too,
i swear i could relate to you, your not alone,
scared to talk , scared to go home,
There shouldn't be any damn reason for why you should handle this on your own.



©abpoetry2017


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"They Don't Want Freestyle"

By Arcassin Burnham


How can you be an overgrown unicorn running through a grass field just
to get to your achievements?
How you can be a being that's accepted by everybody and don't have any
enemies or crazed fanatics?
How can you live a normal decent life without the violence and corruption
on every corner you turn to?
How could you be a positive influence when everything you've done in the
past comes back to haunt you?
they don't wanna see you succeed,
they don't wanna see you achieve,
they don't wanna see you graduate,
they don't wanna see you educate,
they don't wanna see you build a company,
they don't wanna see you making money,
they don't wanna see you go to college,
they don't wanna see you have knowledge.
In The World that we all live in today . I Say Fuck Em Lets move on,
The doubts and cheap talk comes free to ignorant people,
most of you can't even write sentences,
when in doubt don't let words get you down,
In a country , if you are black , they put you down,
Art Imitates Reality , that's what a good friend just taught us
last year , i ain't saying no names,
Can't be silenced in a world where if you speak the truth,
you could expect to be aimed,
Freethinking all time , I can't be tamed,
Family issues in my own home , And I'm blamed,
Conditions come worse than expected in this life,
Hope your minds not too closed just to beat shame,
we all got problems that need be solved,
Negative people remember your name,
and it seems every year the property value goes up that's the real shame.



©abpoetry2017


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"Backyard Freestyle Pt.2 : Same Time"

By Arcassin Burnham


All at the same time,
all at the same time,
You should have been on your own in the beginning,
The start will never be finished,
hopes and dreams demolishing,
thoughts and conscious make you feel a bit squeamish,
But Hey,
this is the end for a new,

goodbyes , withdraws , incinerates the broken mind.
they've pave the way for us , its time to unify.
you say your breaking even , its about time.
the dos , the don'ts , we simply have to simplify.

you put it together baby.
all the counterparts that made me.
treat people how you wanna be treated.
all the damn compliments are shady.

This is between you and I.
please don't mistake me for a lie.
no one wants to be in the silver line.
a re-imagine of what you designed.

goodbyes , withdraws , incinerates the broken mind.
they've pave the way for us , its time to unify.
you say your breaking even , its about time.
the dos , the don'ts , we simply have to simplify.



©abpoetry2017


https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/08/backyard-freestyle-pt2-same-time.html

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An Arthritic Concupiscence
Less a surprise than defining where the cocoon
starts and ends; wrapped in a microfine web of
the finest filigree strands yet free to gaze at the
geste of Guam’s innocence - whose policy’s an
arthritic concupiscence ‘of mandoline melody’,
a good guess suggests this ‘cuisine’ won’t rate
much beyond next mezzanine belch of rhetoric
from this blonde-horned gander’s gay wisdom

But we’ll be bound staying within our carapace,
a just-in-case strategy, & maybe ‘tweet-less’ or
is it too much t’ bear being unaware; not that it
worries me, I don’t care what they bleat into th’
atmosphere, or there being no sense since the
denizen facetiously tossed in its handkerchiefs
© 17 August 2017, I. D. Carswell

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Truth on my window
For everybody to see
Fading and backwards

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Lost in a float

I can float here
lost somewhere
between dreams
and love
I can float here ...

I am flying on new wings
soft and delicate
warm and light
I soar into the night
fluttering beneath your breath

I can float here
lost in the glimmer
of your shimmering eyes
blushing beneath your smiles

I can float here ...

© Priya ॐ, 8/12/17

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

Jalaluddin Rumi
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Cause Or Consequence
While I muse about the tenuous exigencies of relief
from our drought-breaking rain - and it has come on
th’ back of prolonged sequences of extremes with a
highest-ever-recorded-temperature playing havoc in
meanest of ways - there’s the bureaucratic dreich of
disingenuous claims; who is to blame for this blush
of misinformation about whether the weather’s thus
cause or consequence of what we expect / believe

It isn’t me I protest, the wet after a drought relieves
more than just symptoms of aridness; its when you
have to wade to the waist in that relief or get swept
away you begin to ponder who’s the real thief; and
then - whose selection of choices was it made less
than a safe place of what they’d claimed it to be
© 22 March 2017, I. D. Carswell

"Rose Chronicles"

By Arcassin Burnham


Having rough days as my life will receive them in a cold world without a dream,
let me draw a bath,
Like the kid that was the rose that never got to bloom or breath the poison air in
his lungs while stuck up your grass,
Is life worth living just enough to settle?
the cash increases and we know we are in trouble,
problems come and go , just have faith and let it pass.

Is there a light at the end of something we don't know exist?
when your at the bottom struggling , that'd be too hard to miss,
looking at yourself in the mirror , like what the fuck is this?
Don't have time for any lectures that the teachers will give,
family members casting out children,
and all these companies make millions,
off all ya'll pain and suffering,
like the homeless sleeping under pavilions,
looking for jobs for the summer,
Is your luck bad? so you wondered,
carrying some feelings down under.


Having rough days as my life will receive them in a cold world without a dream,
let me draw a bath,
Like the kid that was the rose that never got to bloom or breath the poison air in
his lungs while stuck up your grass,
Is life worth living just enough to settle?
the cash increases and we know we are in trouble,
problems come and go , just have faith and let it pass.



©abpoetry2017


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"Pacífico"

By Arcassin Burnham


When there are troubles way beyond our prediction while in the clear
of things that become everything that we have hoped in a sense of
being a mortal being and face diversity like that's how it was suppose to
be waiting for the lord himself not to be a hologram,
In times like this we should look forward to the outside beyond all the
imagery that they portray to us is just planting all the seeds in the garden
where birds and bees aren't afraid to manifest their feelings, it's no secret,
Regretting it all but you mean it,
Poisoning virtues, just like the way the cruel world will just end up and hurt you,
what's with the soul food ? chemicals in these products is what i don't wanna be expose to,
Meet the curfew , don't wanna be caught outside at night and I'm black too,
they'll desert you,
Lets Be real right now , the killers need peace too,

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute
We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute.

And even on some normal days.
when the gangstas light up purple haze,
when a group of friends required any race.
when will the proms stop the segregate,
when will we see the peace we need?
stopping the real criminals with shameless deeds,
materialism is this country,
I hope that Heaven is where I would be.

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute
We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute.


butterflies, on my hands.
looking for whatever flaw was missing,
hiding smiles , admit the truth.
Searching for the soul that's lost from sinning,
butterflies, on my hands.
looking for whatever flaw was missing,
hiding smiles , admit the truth.
Searching for the soul that's lost from sinning.

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute.



©abpoetry2017


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