Alvin Parkinson

Your love is like over extreme to me

Even when I’m mad I’m happy around you no matter what the situation could be
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Scentless water allay to thou of thy compunction
Rhymes so fluid but a nomadic river when in function
From neophyte training to intense extreme succinct poetry
Rhythms to bars so remissive, you can call it floetry
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A tyrant that is omnipotent, a power it is
With ominous threatening acts don’t thou with brute have opprobrious ways
Omniscient to the knowledge of sinful omnivorous seekers, in these ravage days
Occlude the laws of just, so thou who art obtuse can’t learn it
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A trail, in the hail
Petition is to prevail, for the fail
Hope to bring the best, in my success
And excel, through the nefarious nails
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There’s one who is in my class who sits in the middle of the class
Who is as fair as your skin, but still is consider black
She is as quiet as your are, but as noisy with companies around
She moves her feet as you do; she moves it up and down
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Walking and jogging on the crucial road
With atrocious beings like snake, rats, and scare crows
Mockery and hypocrisy their tongues eject
But nothing contrive me more then what was about to come next
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Taps of claps my bell rings from outside
From my shelter who can it be and when and why
Is it pestilence and infestation coming for unwell ness for I
It has to be it feels so dybbuk and harmful trying to rob what’s mine
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Gather a powerful man’s share in his bucket until it’s full
He still stands there as if he never received one copper
He stands there expecting for you to just pull
More copper in is bucket making it look improper
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From the depths of hell where their chronicles is place for facts
If you step in the cell expect no humane from the three packs
One desiccates the soil with rapture so it can ablate its own burden
The other ablates the riches and gold from others and put it on its own curtain
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Happy Mother’s day mommy with a hug and a kiss;
Hope you have a great day momma with love and a gift.
A pearl I found in this contaminated ocean of survival
And the weapon that you must use to win is the Bible.
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Angel that came from the sky
Nobody can resist her beautiful eyes
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so much tears
that's all that's here
i see no peace
but no one cares
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this world is hard this world is cold
who will survive in it no one know
its fill with hate
which is not so great
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Noise! ! ! I hear noises every-where that roams my ears
I cannot sleep, eat, speak, and think but only hear
Hear what vexes me it irritates me consistently
Like a story it’s another conflict, another unsolved mystery
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When day’s r hot it keeps me cool

When it covers my body it feels so smooth
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