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John
PROFILE About me Poetry (16)


John

John, 26 june 2012

Mr. Fantastic

They call me Mr. Fantastic for my words are ever lasting.
They can wrap around your mind
Make you thing and make you realize that my words are
Permanent
Man, the only thing that I wish wasnt permanent is
The chock hold on todays youth 
Like government 
For one day their going to give me the boot 
Give me a gun 
And a
Army suit and think Im ready to go shoot
Send me to Irans soil to get more oil 
Man, I wish I had the real powers of Mr. Fantastic 
For I would stretch forth my hand 
Save every last innocent life in Iran 
But my words and my hand can only stretch so far 
(**Hush little baby dont you cry, cuz Mr. Fantastic is now joining this fight**) 
Not just to upgrade my appearance 
But to upgrade peoples feelings about the war 
For are soldiers are not the only ones who have to fight to stay alive 
For the innocent 
Baby, the daddy, the mama, plus the gramas got to fight to survive 
But their cries are like plastic to you guys
You cant see them so you just dont wont to hear them 
Or
You can see them but you just dont want to hear them
But the people who hear and see and also listen to me 
I thank thee 
Now I get on one knee praying that god will hear my..NO
Not my cry but
Their cry, their need, their plead 
Please put peace in Iran 
Because 
They need to put the hate to sleep.


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John

John, 18 september 2012

church poem

 
I’m a gospel arsonist,

My holy flame burns so bright it shakes the pillars of the unworthy,

Forgotten

For they know that the demon inside of me has been slain

And now God’s lethal weapon is here to change the game,

They thought hip hop rap artists

Can only spit a flow so sick to make them filthy rich,

Well I’m hip hop’s nemesis flow so delicious it’s like skittles

You just got to get a taste of it,

For God is my addiction,

I drunk from the venomous pits but now i ask for re-newness,

See I rhymed with repentance,

But now I’m saved

Now my evil thought are relinquished,

My body is slowly but surely replenishing my good intentions,

For poetry is my obsession

And the gifts it brings has doubled my blessings,

For Mr. Fantastic’s kind hearted soul has been resurrected,

I’ll be proud to give the devil a verbal thrashing

Give him a coma like concussion,

I was raised by the devil but now I’m Gods lethal weapon,

The devil gave me grief but God swashed that beef

Gave me a taste of victory for you see,

I was once a CSI cold case

My identity was almost erased until

God reopened my case

Gave me a new kind of faith that no one can take away

Plus gave me a new face helped me fight my case,

I’m a free man again

The load I was carrying has been lifted

The pain I held was also lifted

And if more comes

I will continue demolishing its existence

The skills I lost God has resurrected its presence

I have regained my freedom of speech, spirit if Langston Hughes

The power of understanding my surrounding like the great Maya Angelou

“And Still I Rise”,

I have the voice of a great leader commanding its troops

I also carry the name of one of the greatest men that ever lived

He paved the way for the one we call Jesus today,

His name was John the Baptist,

And with all that said I stand here now I give you my testament,

I will stand and fight back the demons of hell

Until God calls my name in the book of life

And tells me

My good and faithful servant you are welcome in my house

Peace is still.


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John

John, 26 june 2012

Had a fight with god

I was heated that day
There was so much anger and pain builded up in side me 
Then god appeared in my mind 
With a fiery voice I said 
Why 
Why did you let that 4-year-old girl die? 
Ran up on him and hit him in the eye 
But a tear fell out of my eye 
And gods face didn’t even break 
And I use 90 of my strength 
God said because she took her own life  
She thought no one cared
What she went through in life  
God bitch slapped me in the eye 
That’s for letting your friend commit reap 
Now my face began to turn purple 
And I felt like the people that were already struggling when bush 
Got put into the white house 
Mad then a motherfucka
Then I reacted and hit him in the chest 
That’s for not helping my friend out of that thousand-dollar debt
God blocked it and started to hit me with lefts and rights 
Because he’s the one who wanted to sell weed to my young people and that 
Stuff killed a 12-year-old dream 
He was hitting me  
I was doing some Ail rope adop shit 
But god was throwing those George Foreman power hits 
Almost hit me in the throat 
So I had to do what I had to do 
Hit god in the family jewels 
God push me back lift up his rob 
He had a protection cup 
Protecting his stuff 
I got so heated I ran up and started to hit him with hay makers 
In his face with a 100 of my body weight 
But my face began to break I stopped and said 
God why ant you showing any pain I hit you with everything 
He pulled out a mirror and said idiot cant you see 
You’re a reflection of me


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John

John, 26 june 2019

Me vs Fear

(Fear)
You said you didn't want me in your life
 me 
fear
Before me 
you looked in the mirror 
Every day unable to see potential clearly
And then one day out of no where the 
Mirror split 
fell to the floor
 glass everywhere
 now you see the 24 different personalities and one beast unwilling to leave
I helped you block out 
them and other problems 
You was a sad gangsta
 you cried emotionless tears
Cause pain was something that you couldn't mentally endure
I gave your life a new purpose 
Now you can go around claiming that
Your a way better fixer than the person hire by the number one famous blacklister
So Instead of 
standing in front of your own problems
I gave you shoes to run away from them Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act 
I gave you the skillz 
To help everybody else with their problems
Hiding from you own 
I gave you a career
Plus 
Without me
You're like Batman
Without the gear 
you can't strike your enemies
without fear

(Me)
See I like how you bring up old wounds
Continually trying to hurt me
Leaving my body motionless
Using me like Pinocchio
And your controlling the strings
Putting me on display for all to see
There's always somebody trying to hurt my Pride
I will not let you scar me
I am not your slave
I will not let you Cinderella me
I am not Genie I will not let you cuff me
Even if You could fly to a star 
Find the means to find a solid form of Mercury 
I will not let you rock me 
I will not let you run around and destroy my dreams 
this is not Elm Street
But
You're right fear 
I been overwhelmed with internal doubts 
I feel i been marching through deep muddy waters
Seaking
 feeling like every hour I was about to drown
And it's like you lowered the tide
you know my mind is a minefield
One wrong decision one wrong move
My mind would explode into pieces 
You took me away from focusing on me
Fear I understand your reasons
I need you 
even though i believe your birth place i from that fallin angel 
I want to 
use you like spike Lee 
And try a different angle 
So
today I'm rewriting our contract
You will no longer appear unannounced
I will assess the situation and see if you need to come out
You will no longer stop me from expressing my limits
 
( Fear): But I bet your not ready for rapid fire judgment

 (Me)
Why would I care 
you help me judge myself every minute
But you forget
Batman didn't need any Gear 
To give scarecrow fear
No more moving around willy-nilly  
The anxiety you place upon me
Let's use that heightened senses like
Spider-Man 
 dodge problems but only if necessary
And if you can't follow these Simple Rules 
I'm going to treat you like a job without pay
Because I'm only dealing with you voluntarily
I am the king
and my soul is the ring 
i controls all my mental thoughts
 and my physical movements
I'm taller than two towers
You 
been 
whispering in my ear with dark demonic powers
Even though you stay in the same room as my
Crown and my throne
Act up this again
I will throw you down some stairs 
 ship you on a wooden small boat throw you a paddle and you can go... Row han


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John

John, 11 july 2015

Cuddle Queen

I wish i had a spacial someone to lay with not on no freaky fantasy but a calm cool ecstasy without the sexy you see just want to hold her in my arm just like how the ocean is wrapped around a dolphin in the open sea she wraps one of her arm around me and the other one holds the back of my neck lol even tho I want to hold you I love it when a female can match and as she lays her ear on my chest listening to the smooth tempo of my heartbeat and as it slowly puts you to sleep and as your body's warmth put my eyes to ezz I hope she is dreaming of me cause I am dreaming of you


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John

John, 11 july 2015

Just me

Maybe that’s why turtles come to shore to see me perform I complement my words not my human form It shocks me when females tell me I’m the type of guy their looking for I was raised with independence Chastised through the fire of forgiveness Then baptized by the devil’s fallen minion that rose up and became one of God’s Lethal weapons Now I write, again and again Becoming more intertwined with my rhymes When I write I am a living prodigy only the worthy can sit eye to eye with me I feel more powerful then the Greek gods in thee odyssey The more I write it’s like the pen I use helps me manifest my words theologically As I fill up my space on this page I’m a different man when I write with the pen Like drama is no threat to me We no longer see eye to eye It’s no longer kin to me I can’t speak for everybody but that’s just me


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John

John, 11 july 2015

In my hands

I TOOK OFF MY VEST NOW LOOK AT MY CHEST IF SHE WAS USING REAL BULLETS I WOULD HAVE BEEN PUT TO REST WIT 22 HOLE IN MY CHEST I WANT A OPEN CASKET I WANT YOU TO SEE HOW MANY TIMES SHE DONE BLASTED BUT SHE PUT THE GUN IN MY HAND LIKE IM THE ONE TO BLAME LIKE I SET MY OWN HEART TO REVIVE ALL THIS PAIN BUT SCENE THE GUN IS I MY HAND IM THE ONE TO BLAME.


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John

John, 1 february 2015

One Night Stand

I wish to stand next to you looking down at a lake while the reflection of the stars and the moon shine upon your face..... Standing next to perfection


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John

John, 1 february 2015

Someone

I am like her Jake Ballard to her Olivia Pope
Together we walk in the sun
You wear a white hat and I'll be your white knight
Protect you from every creature that walks in the moonlight
My heart
My love
My soul is bound to you
Even though we have not jump the broom
I am physically and emotionally married to you
If only I had someone to prove this to


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John

John, 1 february 2015

Just A Sweet Dream Fantasy

Wish I had a girl to fall asleep in my arms as we both fall asleep im dreaming of you caressing every inch of your body outlining every crevice and every curve kissing your lips slowly and passionately it feels like around us the world has stopped we are the king and queen of Persia and we hold the sands of time but then I wake up and you're still sleep I did not wake you I kiss you on your forehead look to the sky and give GOD a high 5 for sending me perfection in my life then she smiles in her sleep saying my name with I love you at the end


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