Archive for May, 2013

Heavenly Bliss

The White House

Right now I’m on a white cloud
Exultance in my mind and I’m so proud
Happiness is the only thing allowed
God is standing by me like B.B. King and Girls Aloud
This place makes me want to roam about
Heaven is where I belong right now
I’m encircled by peaceful people and white clouds
This warm paradise-like place will disallow
Malevolence and maliciousness and it will disavow
Nasty, bad-minded people without a doubt
I’m strumming violins like Vanessa and playing pianos like Vanessa
God’s love and spiritual guidance keep me shielded like an umbrella
He is the God of Gods, King of kings and all successors
The perfect timing in Heaven couldn’t get better than this
As I’m sailing away on this ride of heavenly bliss
This is what you call the REAL White House
I’m still roaming and scuttling around like a white mouse
Floating away like a piece of silk from a girl’s blouse
The warm and bright sun does enough for me to rouse
And to continue to explore like the internet where I just browse
I’ve discovered that this is more than an eye-opener and a revelation
I just want to sit back and enjoy my meditation
And cure all of my stresses like medication
I’m committing to this new life like a delegation
As I’m basking in the area full of warmth and ventilation
This is what I call perfect living in the right derivation
I am no longer feeling the sense of deprivation
Everyone here is free from the rules and the legislation
Every day we have here is like a continuous celebration
The feeling’s finally soaking up like penetration
I’m glad that I’ve reached my final destination
The White House lifts me up like an elevation
I’m beyond fascinated by the beautiful waterfall
This White House constantly has me enthralled
Please don’t cry for me- right now I’m having a ball
Up in the White House where I hope to see you all

Copyright © 2010 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “Artistry- The HeART of a Conscious Poet”); written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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I Belong Right Here... In Heaven

This Is Where I Belong

Heaven is where I belong
The love here keeps me wrapped like a sarong
I thank the Father for forgiving me for all of my wrongs
And for calming my mind like a selection of calming songs
I’m no longer surrounded by malice
When I’m living in God’s palace
I’m nowhere near the world full of people who are callous
I’m even sitting next to the goddess of wisdom called Pallas
The melodic music is a reminiscent of Beth Orton
The way it touched my heart was so awesome
I feel the love and the warmth and the embraces
From the angels and the other people of different races
The love in my chest and the tears is where it gets me
In the land of milk and honey where God will always bless me
I’m blessed to be living in the land of peace
It’s a far cry from the world full of corruption and the police
We as God’s children can enjoy the fine fruits
As opposed to Satan’s soldiers marching in their boots
I’m in the corner sharing the finest grapes
With the kids wearing their finest white robes and capes
This is the place where I can run to and escape
The world where it gags your lips like gaffer tape
I don’t ever want to leave this place
This is God’s kingdom– and he runs this space
I’m in relaxation mode with my guardian angel
He’s my charm and this angel will forever remain faithful
To be in the presence of God made me feel really grateful
For my spiritual life– to love people and not be hateful

Copyright © 2010, 2011 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the books “Artistry—My Poetic Allegories on Heaven and Hell… My Conceptions and Solicitudes on The Antithetical Sides of The Afterlife” and “H.A.N.D.”), written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

I'm Free Like A Bird In Heaven

Heaven Is So Beautiful

I can taste the milk and honey
All the tears from my are all runny
These emotions are making me feel funny
This is worth a lot more than money
His paradise is warm and sunny
I am looking more wooden than a dummy
These warm feelings are fuzzy
Inside and deep down I’m lucky
The angels are playing sweet music
Playing all harps and acoustics
The sound is relaxing and therapeutic
Everyone around here’s dressed in white togas and tunics
The people here are relaxed and amusing
It just feels confusing
No more should I feel the bruising
Or the emotional abusing
This place is sight-seducing
Mind-approving
No more am I losing
My mind like a loser
Everybody’s dressed in white like a posh wedding
Silk shirts on the guys like sheets on a rich bedding
This is more peaceful than Reading
I’m in the finest garments and threading
Everybody here looks fetching
In their white robes and they’re hot stepping
Away from their troubles and forgetting
About their lives that were downtrodden and upsetting
All the women are looking crisp in their white linen
I thank God for all types of women
They’re looked glamorous wrapped like a ribbon
Looking bright as if the sun had risen
This place is like a dream and a vision
Not one person here is a malevolent villain
Nobody’s looking gloomy and grey like a pigeon
Because they’re free from the mental prison
Everybody’s glistening in diamonds and jewels
Heaven is a good place for good people NOT FOOLS
This is a place of paradise with no rules
The place where you’re no longer conditioned by schools
No more should you stay fixed like tools
Every child here is relaxing in the Jacuzzis and swimming pools
Whilst the adults make themselves cosy like hotel rooms
Let’s pop some Cristal and some gold bottles
As well as the Dom Perignon for the full throttle
The number of perfection is the number SEVEN
I’ve got to praise the LORD for accepting me into Heaven
In this place I’ve escaped the world of debt and recession
God Almighty is the epitome of succession
Because He forgives those who’ve done their crimes and admitted their confessions
And He takes away the life of suppression
He has left an everlasting impression
No more am I feeling threatened
It is a God-given privilege to be a servant of the Almighty God
Those who serve Satan are a part of the devilish squad

Copyright © 2010 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “Artistry—The HeART of a Conscious Poet”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

Kiss, Kiss, Kiss

K.I.S.S. (Kissing Is So Sensual)

I love caressing your hips
As I’m kissing your lips
It feels so right like fish and chips
It’s a feeling I don’t want to eclipse
Fuck the little quips
I wanna sink my tongue down your throat like ships
It’s fun kissing all over your clavicle
Kissing all over your body like an animal
I know it sounds laughable
But it’s more fun than doing the practical
The taste of your saliva
Gets me intoxicated like a few pints of cider
My tongue’s working your throat like alignment
Your lips are hard work like an assignment
You can kiss and suck my nipple
It might start a ripple
A ripple of sexual repercussions
Such as climaxes and reproduction
Hopefully this kiss will give you the tickles
As both our saliva trickles
Down each other’s throats
This sensuality’s sailing smoothly like boats
This is an action I can easily devote
To you loyally like a goat
I’m so infatuated with your lips
When it curves like an ellipse
Your lips overshadow mine like an eclipse
As we continue to kiss
Taking us into a romantic bliss
Keeping it sweet like chocolates from the Swiss
It’s every second of this bliss you can’t miss

Copyright © 2010, 2011 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the books “Artistry- The HeART of a Conscious Poet” and “SEX- My Sexual Fantasies: My Gross Take on Sexual Activity and The Beauty of Intertwining The Flesh”); written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

The Rich vs The Poor

Rich vs. Poor

RICH

When certain people become rich
They look at their loved ones and ditch
Them to ones side like an evil witch
Going barking mad like a bitch
Screaming with excitement and a high pitch
As they’re loaded with lavish gifts
People are going green with envy like a football pitch
Moving snaky like a snitch
Rich people don’t care about the who, the where and the which
Their aim is to weave in and out like a stitch
Making more money stings and tingles them like an itch
Without having a glitch
People spend their entire lives living extravagant
Which can lead them into financial entanglement
Some rich people appear to be compassionate
Because they taint themselves with materialism like a contaminant
Money will always be the catalyst
To most arguments— indoctrinated by Calvinists
The rich tosspots are over-the-top exuberant
Not giving a toss about the Christian Eucharist
Every rich man’s aim is to be more than prosperous
They would do things which would be seen as preposterous
The toffs would still continue to give intolerance
As they mix with each other like true conglomerates
Chatting away with each other in their conference
Trying not to butt heads like a rhinoceros
They live a life that’s repetitive and ponderous
With their false laughs sounding loud and sonorous
Lunching with other rich gits with food that looks opulent
Dissing the poor people and council-housed occupants
I find most rich people arrogant and offensive
When they swan around in lavish gear that’s expensive

POOR

My heart goes out to the poor
They’re the ones who need the money more
I hear people struggling on a lone shore
No drink and food for them because their throats are so sore
I can understand why people loot from the store
Because the work they do feels more like a chore
I want to be in a position to help more
On the count of 1 to 4
Do everything that God Almighty asks me for
In order to help the poor
This might sound like a bore
But the impatience of the situation turns me wild like a boar
To help the underprivileged and the poor
We ALL need to chip in a bit more
Let’s spend less time idolizing the likes of Demi Moore
And become more charitable and loving like Alesia Mor
We don’t want to turn this into some sort of cold war
Catching them off-guard like a cold sore
We need to look at their circumstances not ignore and deplore
Our Father has some blessing to pour
We need to make our charitable mark like a paw
There goes that whore
Strutting around in a torn-up dress that she wore
We need to kick down the door
With a great galore
Help the poor
It’s these kind of people that I adore
So much to the core

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E.— Living In Faith Everyday”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

Another Day, Another Dollar In The Life of a Prostitute...

Warpaint

The raw pain
Of a whore paints
Herself like the fool with war paint
Trying to cover up more pain
Like a scene from a Broadway
This life is kind of hard to portray
It’s sad to see how these silly broads lay
Themselves down on a bored day
Like those slappers and tarts from Norway
Another prostitute’s crying at the doorway
Saying “This lifestyle isn’t my forte”
It’s the first time I watched a whore pray
For a life sweeter than sorbet
Instead of this life of sexual foreplay
Where clients and whores make out in the hallway
Doing more than just a bit of horseplay
She’s only asking for closure
As well as to regain composure
For this world to survive
This sadness and madness that could drive
Her into complete insanity
That sometimes questions humanity
Mental surgery is where we undergo
To get away from this emotional undertow
Another whore’s on her knees
Begging a gentleman please
Who happens to be her punter
Who looks like Andy Hunter
To go easy on her
Not to eat her out like a Doner
And not to go mad on her
As if she was Madonna

Copyright © 2011 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “H.A.N.D.”); written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

Weezy F. Baby

Lil’ Wayne

Some people call this rapper a joke and a cunt
Whatever you guys think— he is still the flavour of the month
His music keeps you filled up like lunch
And it’ll leave you on a high like a blunt
It’s Lil’ Wayne aka Tha Carter
The hip-hop’s answer to the fire-starter
He’ll leave a taste in your mouth like tartar
And he’s got them drunk like a bottle of Cava
It’s cutting into your heads like a barber
Other rappers want his guts for garters
That’s why he makes the rap game harder
For his competition
That’s his only mission
Loads of fans singing renditions
Of his songs like jazz musicians
He’ll tune into your minds like intuition
And starve you out like malnutrition
He is something of a tactician
Playing tricks like a magician
In order to remain number one
He’ll pop his rivals off like a gun
Shining off his jewels like the sun
Like a baseball player— he’s going for the homerun
Girls stay hot and sweet on him like a sally lunn
Staying loyal to him like a father to a son
His aim is to outdo
The rock stars with the record sales and tattoos
Ever since his debut
He’s been hitting fans with hits like a bamboo
Hopping around like a damn kangarroo
From the U.S. to the U.K. and for course Peru
All the critics have mixed points of view
Lil’ Wayne’s more skilled than a chef trained for Cordon Bleu
He kicks other rappers in the arse like Kung-Fu
WAHOO, YAHOO and SOO-WOO!

Copyright © 2010 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “Artistry—The HeART of a Conscious Poet”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)