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Hemp on Hemp5 years ago in Political
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Why I don't like HumansWhy I don't like HumansWhy I don't like Humans3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 01/10/2010
Time Poem was written was 10am C.S.T.
My mind is about to Hemorrhage from all that I have had to restrain!!!;
From all the things i have wanted to say;
Yet, that I have held back inside my brain!
Yet I just cannot take it!;
I cannot take it anymore;
The stupidity of humanity;
And how most of them just do not deserve to live anymore!
Every statement is arguementative!;
Every Critique is filled with Vile Bias and Bigotry!
Every Questioning look Overloaded with Indignity!
Their Arrogance is Unfathomable!;
Their Perception is more then just Questionable!;
Th
InterGalacticInterGalacticInterGalactic3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 7/10/10
Time poem was written was
3Pm C.S.T.
I am a Galaxy and a Constellation in my own right
I am my own dusk, dawn, noon and night.
Yet,
People say that every day
you should live and play like
Rock Stars
Compete Like Athlete Superstars
And have sex like Porn Stars
Furthermore, I have been told that before I leave this world
I should leave my mark
on this earth;in order to have people remembering my name
like it was associated with fame after the divine glory of my birth.
And these marks that I leave
will be so deep that they will be
like irremovable scars
that can o
The Sheik's Spa5 years ago in Interior
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RemindersRemindersReminders3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 1/2/2010
Time Poem was wrtitten was
7am C.S.T.
We are the Ashes that fall from the Sky;
And we do it to remind you of every single Lie.
We are the Burning Oceans,The Infected Seas, The Choking Rivers and the Backed up Streams;
We are the Ancestral Voices that you cannot silence in your Dreams.
We are The Dying Forrests,The Missing Groves and Glens;
We were once your most trusted and Sacred Friends.
We were once your Wet-Lands and Open Fields;
Places where Long Grain Wild Rice and Wheat
and John Barley Corn could make their Yields.
This place once supplied you with clean, free, fr
life in the hoodI'll never forget life in the hoodlife in the hood3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
written by Lobo Di Noccento
written on 11/11/2010
time poem was written was 8am
C.S.T.
I still remember what it was to live in the hood,
because where i was staying people on a number of occassions were known to catch a bad case of death.
Funny thing is that after a while people whom lived there just got used to it...but I never did.
If you ever wanted to know how many times your house got shot at,
all you had to do was count the bullet casings on the floor and compare that to the number of holes in the house.
Then check that against the number of friends and family members in the house.
If you st
My Dream WorldMy Dream WorldMy Dream World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Written By : Lobo Di Noccento
Written ON : 1/23/2011
The Day My Poem was written
Sunday Morning at 3am
Daytime sky is of a Soft and Gentle
Vanilla and A Sun of Dark Azure.
Not expectant of what we know...
at least what we know for sure.
The Oceanic Waters are of a Crimson Hue;
with Foam of a Deep Amathyst Imbue.
The Tides Crash upon windswept shores
of a silvering white and a ambering gold
and every piece of silicon and sand
has within it a new dream that someone
shall unfold and behold.
Within this water is aquatic life
that is unlike our own as it reinforces
every joint,muscle fiber,tissue,cartilidge and bo
Enchantment ItselfEnchantment ItselfEnchantment Itself10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 7/31/2012
Time Poem was written was
4pm C.S.T.
Her hair is the Night Sky and The Rain blanketed her.
Each drop of rain icily carressed and kissed her skin.
Every kiss another element of addictive intoxication.
However she was a clever woman with
nerves of steel and she stuck her big toe into the water
without so much as a Arizona Quiver;
And with her big toe she plugged up the Colorado River.
Quixotic Exotic Lemony Amarillo words slid off her
tongue in whispers and the ocean filled
with trillions of stars and all of them were better
then everyone in hollywood even the
Why I love being an AtheistWhy I love being an AtheistWhy I love being an Atheist10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 7/28/2012
Poem was written at 1PM
C.S.T.
No Ultimate Truth
No Ultimate Lie
No need for me to pick a polarized side.
No Need to worry about
sins of the flesh
or sins or sinners at all
because atheists don't play their games
and have no margin call.
In the world of the Atheist
there are
No Movie Star Looking
Golden Robed
Silver Armoured and
Sacred Sword Wearing
White Winged Seraphim
No Handsome Looking Demons and Devils
with Black Fedora Hats and Black Trenchcoats
and a poorly plastered and deeply twisted shagrin.
No drunken blue eyed cherub-faced pitch
YOU ARE and I AMYOU ARE and I AMYOU ARE and I AM2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Inspired By Dasha Kelly
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written on 10/20/2011
time poem was written
was 10:30 am C.S.T.
"You are
filled with
light,
laughter,
metaphors,
whiskey
gigles,
promises and
Love"- Dasha Kelly
My Heart is the Black Flame
It is a Flame that can not be Extinguished Now or Ever
My Eyes Enlighten and Burn with Ultra Violet Rays
My Lips are the Curvature of the Moon
Yet these Lips need to be saturated by an Ocean of Clean Blood
My Teeth they Hunger for the various and intricate flavors of Flesh
I am the walking, talking, living, breathing essence
of all that is Night, of all that is Sh
She Dies InsideShe Dies InsideShe Dies Inside3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written for a Friend
Written By : Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 10/2/2010
Time poem was written was 2 Pm C.S.T.
She Dies inside; a little more every day.
She Dies inside; and the pain will not go away.
She Dies inside; in the dark waters of her soul.
She Dies inside; And her heart starts to grow cold.
She Dies Inside; And The Abyss starts to look better and better.
She Dies inside: And she fears that her friends and
family will just forget her.
She Dies inside; And realizes that Passion seems better as a Dream.
She Dies Inside and the Emptiness of Silence makes her want to scream.
She Dies inside; because she is af
Us and ThemUs and Them : we are one and the sameUs and Them3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 11/7/2010
Time poem was written was
3am C.S.T.
I have spoken with those whom are trapped within their own sanity.
Outcasted by a society that lives within it's own delusion of vanity.
I have delt with these same people you see
and they all are captured by the legacy of their own lunacy.
They are plagued by their own pestilence and violence.
They are deeply entrenched as well as, benched by their
own internalized silence.
Refuse is their home!
Refuse is their furniture,appliances,clothing and food!
Refuse is what they fuck in when ever they are in the mo
Nature's KillersNature's KillersNature's Killers2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 4/6/2011
Time Poem was written was
1pm C.S.T
Methodicly Slow to Torture
Expedient to Maim
Exquisite and Excruciating Suffering
will make for a great Game.
Malform, Deform and Contort
those that are demented,
demeaning and sadisticly cruel
seriously need to be schooled.
These Twisted, Warped and Sick
Individuals think its fun to brutalize and distort
others for entertainment as well as sport.
My prey has resources at its beckon and call
Yet as its adversary I am not what i appear at all.
I will drain my prey's resources and isolate my prey
in ways that it has not consi
WolfishWolfishWolfish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Written By : Lobo Di Noccento
Written On : 1/25/2011
Time poem was written was : 7am C.S.T.
Dedicated to all the
female wolf hotties on here
I wanna nuzzle your fur with my nose
and then I wanna lick your big beautiful paws.
Then I wanna play fight with you
but please be gentle on the tooth and claws.
I wanna run in long strides with you in the sacred hollowness of the night;
as we both chase after mother moon's brilliant,pale and naked light.
I wanna howl to you with love in my heart and soul;
I wanna sing these songs of love that are brave and bold!
At Dawn I wanna roll with you in the snow
and then at noon I wanna tr
For The Lost but not ForgottenFor The Lost but not ForgottenFor The Lost but not Forgotten3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 5/11/2010
Time poem was written was 12:30 pm C.S.T.
I have seen the place where souls do not rest;
Where time awaits for its moment to forget.
I have been to Salem,Mass and seen the Witch Museum;
A Museum that records that tale of Horror and Woe;
A time that the world should never forget;
A place that all nasty christian parents and
their rotten little wild eyed bullying children
should both have to go as well as know.
A time in which the Sheer Entirty of Christianity fell sin to
that time period we call "The Burning Times" was nearing its peak in 1692.
A tim
Wisconsin Sunsets7 years ago in Weather and Sky
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