About Me

Blac Garner
I'm seven different people. Six of them are dope ass rappers.
www.twitter.com/TheRealMcNigger

Gideon Wildflower
Most would call me a writer.. but most don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
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We are both @APurpleUnicorn .

Saturday, September 25, 2010

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 25

Self-awareness is a bitch
The little man looked into the ocean's reflective guise
He sighed and tossed a rock
disrupting the gaze he held with himself
Yes,
Self-awareness is a bitch
If he looked closely the little man could still see traces of the little boy
He loved that little boy
The little boy knew love
The little boy looked fear in the face
pulled up it's shirt
and gave it the most awesome
raspberry ever..
That little boy was someone to look up to
Now all the little man sees
is ....
a little man,
a little man that made all heads
take a sharp decline
as they sought to make quick eye contact
then turn away with disgust
The little man knew why they looked away
His existence told a story
It told the story of the little boy
And everyone knew of the little boy
They knew him personally
Sometimes he let them call him
Me
See
The little man remembered vividly the day
the little boy died
It was the day he realized
when he imagined
when he perceived
that he was not in the least bit
special

Friday, September 24, 2010

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 24

There is a whirlpool of reality
picking up speed at the
top left corner of my vision
it's slowing sucking the light from
my universe
As darkness begins to swirl
I grab the two nearest objects
and lean back
hoping to slingshot my way
into and through the abyss
I let go realizing that this
would be a sisyphean effort
and rather than let my strength
be overcome by some futile hope against hope
I should merely
grab my knees
holding on to my individual self
for preservation
And let my thoughts circle round
and travel into
the darkness of my ego

Thursday, September 23, 2010

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 23

Black man knows
Black man knows white man owns
everything
everything is everything
and everything excludes nothing
Black man knows that white man owns
Black women
He sees it in their weaves
in their perms
in their straighteners
in their make-up
in their inability to wake up and see
black man
as a man
to talk to him
as a man
to love him
as a man
to treat him
as a man
so he beats them
cause he can
Black man knows that white man owns
his own will
to keep the oppressed oppressed
make them worship everything about the oppressor
so
black man lusts after white man's money
black man lusts after all that money
we lust after all that money
you lust after all that money
I lust after all that money
(Goddamnit!I just got an erection)
Black man knows that white man owns
all his brothers
the word brother is like the word revolution
it means nothing now
because everything excludes nothing
Black man sees black man
and steals
and takes and kills and even rapes
Black man knows taht white man owns
his law
Black man has no law
Black man knows that it is criminal to be a black man
Don't let them catch you nigger
Cause then they're putting you behind some physical bars
Black man knows that white man owns
his escape
White man is God.
So we drive around in these God-given
automobiles made up of narcotics
but be careful nigger
if God catches you using his stick shift
he'll send you to places where other black men
stick dicks
up your whole entire asshole
and while the floor is covered with your blood, tears, and shit
black man sees your pain
and it gives him the satisfaction that his wounded huberis
demands
(Goddamnit I just lost my erection)
And you wonder why niggers fuck with automatics instead
It's cause
Black man knows white man owns his music
He hip hops to the tip top
in tune with
sex money drugs
with ballads screamed from 40 caliber lungs
in perfect rhyme in perfect repitition
"please make me like you
please make me like you
make me like you
and maybe you'll like me
the way I fuckin' love you"
Black man knows that white man owns
his youth
His offspring are living contradictions
Literally figurative
So he hides in the front of buses
scared of them
as they reflect his own ignorance
Black man knows white man owns
his hopes
his dreams
his whispers
his screams
Black man knows white man owns everything
and everything excludes nothing
The only escape from everything is death
Black man knows
and it hurts his soul
Black man knows and it hurts his soul
Black man knows and ..
it hurts his soul

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 22

I walked into a strip club
and a good idea
sat in my lap
lips smeared with epiphanies
she danced
the music made me close my eyes
and feel

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 21

Soil becomes sand
when there is no water
Compact
Dry
What does soul become
when it has no water?
I'm sorry
I don't feel like talking to you right now
I am lacking nutrition
Compact
But doesn't the sand feel good when you're
on the cusp of the beach and the water
Dry
You don't have money?
No
It costs 5 dollars at the door
Don't bring 25 quarters
That will be embarrassing
A five dollar bill is much more
Compact

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 20

Haiku

Nothing's more important
than a woman who ain't
scared to show you love

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 19

I want you
to come and fuck me
Push me down to a seated position
Straddle me
and as I seek to find words
silence me with your tongue
Grab my arms
and push them above my head
then undress me with your mouth
Taste every spot you see
Discover if my body tastes the same all over
Whisper in my ear
How much you want me
Fuck my feelings
Fuck my ego
Fuck my past
Become my present
and stroke me to the
boundaries where sex and love meet
Shed your inhibitions
And let me see you
Leave that cold outerwear outside
for the frigid
Tonight
Let's fuck summer
Let's make spring blush
with the way you moan my name
Tell me how much you want me
Tell me what you want to do to me
Then do it
Chain my fantasies to a bed of
chocolate covered wet dreams
Then ride them until the waves themselves get tired
Let's make a safe word
And lock it within the depths of climax
Tell me what to do
Show me how to fuck
My darling Nikki
A submissive woman
never gets what she wants