Month: June 2017

THE BAD BOY of POETRY 

THE NASTY THUGG !!!

SILENT WORDS – she speaks to me with her eyes , looking at me up and down comes to No Surprise , the starving look upon her face , tells me my flesh she wants to taste , she licks her lips with full contempt , that sends me into a spiral that’s Heaven Sent , I smell her lust and I know I must , reply to her seductive eyes , that’s searching for a reply , so I try , to answer with ( SILENT WORDS) and s*** get twisted and Disturbed , I scream out loud !!! Yeah oh yeah Bend your ass over that chair , as I get behind her and pull her hair , and stick my jawn in her a## until it reaches her ear , and that’s when all the ( SILENT WORDS ) disappear .

ORIGINAL POEM

by

KEITH BARBOUR…

THE BAD BOY of POETRY 

MY THUG LIFE

My timb’s have been with me all through my life , even when I’m in bed with your wife , they’ve kept me warm through snow storms , they’ve kept me planted when I was high , they’ve kept me moving through a drive by , dirt mud snow and rain , I just keep putting them on over and over again .

MY THUG LIFE

My timb’s are a significant part of my Thug Life , you don’t have to go to the Dirty South , you can get these dirty timb’s all up in your mouth , or boot prints to the head , they’ll have you laying up in a hospital bed , with cracked ribs and blue black eyes , boot prints on your face , that just happened to be my size .

MY THUG LIFE

I take care of my Timb’s and they take care of me , I almost caught a case of the third degree , but my Timb’s stomped the witness out , and now I’m free , I love my Timb’s but hey that’s me , and when I have them on , that’s the way it be.   ORIGINAL POEM by KEITH BARBOUR…

THE BAD BOY of POETRY

THUG VILLE – pt 2

I’m slow walking down my favorite Street , and the grizzly is on everyone that I meet , and lusting on the chicks with the fat cheeks , and ready to hit the Skins deep deep deep .

THUG VILLE

And I’m looking for my favorite meal, because steak and seafood puts a smile on my grill , I’m not greedy I just like to keep my pockets filled , up to the rim so no air can get in , Sheeba Sheeba Sheeba infiltrating my mind , I don’t even no the day or the time , there’s only one thing on my mind , and that’s to grind and seeing those dollar signs .

THUG VILLE

If I won’t , the next man will , check your chin and check your skills , and rip through your pockets for those dollar dollar bills , I don’t want to live high on the Hills , I’m going to stay in my zone and chill on my throne , because I can’t stand to see Rich soft sissy men cry and moan .

THUG VILLE

You get what you want or you get what you will , run up on me and you will feel the steel , Hot lead with a straw , hollow point tips that will shatter your jaw , and having your boys making that nine-one-one call , shots fired man down, my homeboy is bleeding all over the ground , . ORIGINAL POEM by KEITH.BARBOUR…

THE BAD BOY of POETRY 

ON THE EDGE of DARKNESS

I once was standing on the Edge of Darkness , and the only thing I wanted to do was to spark this , this gun. , this blunt and that pipe , and I only came out at night , I was like a vampire afraid to be seen in the sunlight , eyes bloodshot red ,  and a million things running around in my head , dehydrated and tired as hell , but would not lay my a×× down and everyone could tell .

ON THE EDGE of DARKNESS

My thoughts were dark and deranged, and the way I started to look was strange , and all I felt was pain , and the people I used to lend money to , won’t even give me any change .

ON THE EDGE of DARKNESS

Pride and denial had set in , and they wouldn’t let me ask for help , so I ran to a bottle of gin , all my thoughts and dreams ,  were wicked and obscene , and I was always dirty and never clean , I didn’t care because I was always evil and mean .

ON THE EDGE of DARKNESS

There’s only two way to go after this , and one is jail and the other is deaf. But there is one option left , the light of recovery , to help get you back on track and the person that you want to be , so I tried it and I wasn’t a pretender , all I had to do was to surrender . Surrender to my addiction , because I couldn’t beat it , addiction was stealing my life, and I was being cheated , cheated of life love and laughter , and being with my family was all that I was after.    ORIGINAL POEM by KEITH BARBOUR…