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madster roberts, 20 marca 2014

Tears Of The Dead

madster roberts, 20 marca 2014

Sweet Love

In the heat of romance
toes curled up in excitement
bodies flushed together
as love sweet and tender
embraced so close to each other
the room temp raises
as they peak each others limits
sweaty from the magic
of each others body they laugh as
the love making continues
held so tightly with the
fear of let go

madster roberts, 26 lutego 2014

Realest Shit

ain't no nigga can get use to being broke,
nigga get hooked on a wall of false hope
but in the ghetto niggas who hang with you
become closer than family,
this niggas do shit but it is these
niggas that help you cope,
help you from pulling that trigger
or hanging your self with that rope,
i done see nigga cry to niggas
i done see niggas ride for niggas.
niggas lose hope and consult with a nigga,
rep to each other like brothers.

madster roberts, 25 lutego 2014

Her Heart

those hands which once felt like home
seems to the the same hands
casting the stones,
i wish i could offer my help,
but your heart is cold
all wickedness has taken its tole
and slowly she breaks
her heart no longer has what it takes
to strive through the night
fragile to touch, sensitive
to words, a broken frame
held up by a nail
no longer eligible
a picture that deserves a thousand takes
a thousand glances no chance for mistake
let me mend your heart
heal your crimson touch
ignite your spark
that was once lost
amount of lust, passion and love

madster roberts, 8 czerwca 2012

Final Moments

lately i have lost myself
my talent to me begins
to make no sense
my body mind and soul
is lost amoung the rumble
my eyes begin to water
my heart gets heavy as
am only one amongst
millions i can not be helped
as my time is up
so fast so short
so much left unsaid
but yet no ones there to hear
so i continue on my own 
as i wipe my last tear
i have gotten back up
on countless occassions 
but none can match 
these recent days 
i swear its been a roller coaster
ride with a down fall to the end 
so goodbye to all my friends

madster roberts, 6 stycznia 2012

Withered

My heart beats the same
but nothings left standing
these fragile bones has giving in
as the weather begin to deter
my end. Life as its been                                                         has crossed and my time in the spot light 
has died out. As no one remembers,
as a memory is just that ,
a thought to be forgotten
the mightiest have fell victim
and be left as ashes in the wind
a name to recollect as it passes by
a whisper from my ear to yours
and as i slowly rot in this time
forgotten by everyone. 
Everything i ever held near 
is gone in a blink of an eye 
i see the mystery in my error                                               to believe all puzzles could be built
see all wound heal in time
but time doesn't heal all wound
for a mental scar shall
tarnish even the purest of us
as the spot light's only for a minute
how long that minute last
is how strong at heart you are
so as the insect eat what's left on 
these withered bones
one last breath is all i ask 
to shine one last time

madster roberts, 27 grudnia 2011

A Mother's Poem

an eternity of wait
and you held on and stayed
strong till this very date
through the pain, misery 
and anguish, through the
torment and suffering
you stayed strong and
held on
finally my birth date
you gave me this world
all i had to do was grab it
with open arms
cause of you mother i am here
and though none i do can
match what you did for me
i can show you i appreciated
your sacrifices

madster roberts, 27 grudnia 2011

Poet's Prayer

Dear father 
you've entrusted me with this gift
and though my life may not be perfect
i promise to use it
you've giving me the ability to write
and for that i ask you guide my endeavors
I've seen many try and succeed
so i will try
may my lyrics influence the mind of the younger generation
and may i be immortalized not in flesh
but in mind and heart
not only in the heart of my family
but the heart of many long after am gone
may my poems be set as the floor boards
of a generation as i lay emotion
far from anything that i can show
into writing.
so your guidance is all i ask

madster roberts, 27 grudnia 2011

Devil's Night

a lust for blood a horrors night
a longing for the taste of innocent
flesh demons come out to play
when the nights hour is none
let the rest less rise and roam
through the streets of the living
let all awake hear the screams
as blood stains the nights streets
reward the wicked with a personal
lick of the tongue down the neck
as the blood filled vains pop in your
mouth feel alive again as your thrist
for blood is lifted
feed my children feed rip the life out of
the living let all your my children feed
allow the living to fear when the nights
none let only the wandering souls of the
dead roam these streets
cause tonight we feed like
kings on to the flesh of the living
let all a sleep awake to the horrid streets
an when the nights bright let the
shattered memories of former friends
mothers, children, father be seen in a pool
of there own blood as we rest to return again
when the clock strikes 3am and the night
becomes none =] hahaha until tomorrow my pretties
until tomorrow