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The Malkavian part 1 perfect version

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented
Drained and defeated, his family finally retreated 
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming 
The doctors sent in spoke of hope and healing 
The drugs they administered only made him more demented 
Cemented is the feeling that is life is just an echo 
Of an endless, timeless, all-consuming screaming 

His best friend is a disproportioned bird, appropriately named buddy 
Whose monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being 
Though not potent enough to stop, the persistent pounding of the screaming
Often he stares into the emptiness of nothingness, contemplating the beauty 
of its existence 
Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite 
define
It’s hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles have fallen to the proper 
level
So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters
Madmen mask madness in the meticulous mastery of mindless tasks

Buddy was telling a troubling tale, of a dragon drunk off of some dwarven ale 
Who through two days, threw up flames and burnt down the tavern and town 
When the door to his room opened with a plume of plum perfume 
In stepped an inept and unkempt nurse named Nancy
Her green eyes and fiery red hair caused his heart to flutter and flair with fancy
She had quite the quiet voice and was quick to trip over her own two feet 
A bit naïve, she would easily believe anything she had heard or seen
He knew he would make her his, no matter the time nor energy 

It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper 
Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor
Circumventing the system that couldn’t save him 
He was as he always had been and would be
In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy
Just in need of some freedom from his prison and medication
Meditation and mantras had given him the sentiment of a design
On how to inhibit the screaming, and maybe even end it

Four years plotting and planning the perfect moment of promise
A fire formed from a single flamed fueled from an accelerant 
It raced through the halls, up the walls, over the ceiling, killing all the residents
Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what felt like an instant 
Such little time to search through the bodies, looking for a single person
He found her on the fourth clinging to the bathroom faucet 
He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of Nurse Nancy 
To his amazed mind, he was astonished to find, the screaming was silenced



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Untitled

Dark dull dawn
Sunset sad silhouette
After you’re gone

Pricking pain persists
Grief getting gross
You, still in dreams exist

Lonely long life
Sinking Spirit Subsists
Where, respite lies


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My Worst Christmas Ever

Snow falls around us 
as we hug for the last time
Niether of us let go
Our first Christmas apart
since you met my parents
I feel as if holding on forever
could possibly prevent the end
As I look into your eyes
You brush a tear from my cheek
"I'll always love you," you say to me
As we kiss for the final time
I remember all the time spent talking when we met
Knowing you was enough back then
I never thought I would lose you
We finally let go
You brush back my hair and said not to cry
As you walked to your mom's car
it felt as if I died inside
You climbed in and closed the door
and we waved our final goodbye



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The Bleeding Heart of a Standing Wall

 I’m pouring my heart all over your soul,
But nothing can come without a toll,

My emotions are being torn to shreds,
Like a needle tearing through the threads,

But in the end no walls will fall,
In fact they’ll be standing tall,

Only to one with such a fate,
Your lies have arrived a little too late,

For in the end when the walls wont fall,
Your lies will surely get hanged in the hall.


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sworn to secrecy

This doesn't belong to me
here you can have it back
i held it now for almost seven years
its getting heavy
you can take it anytime
i don't want to hold this anymore
why cant you take it
it doesn't fit
and it doesn't belong
it tears me apart
the struggle goes on
go ahead and cry
i can hold onto that to
just drop it in and go right through
i'm just a stop
a shoulder to need
and you can go on lifting away free
i'm slowly falling
i'm tipping from side to side
i'm not quite stable
but i'm only here for the ride
i'm not going to take charge
i'm not going to sit
and stare out my window of regret
my window is clear
clear as glass
and gets bigger with everyday we pass
its making me sad
tears run down my eyes
 i cant let it go
that's no surprise
i tell you what i tell you
and hear what i hear
but what about everything inside
everything i fear
well wait
i got that to
right beside the picture of me and you
i know this is crazy
and i know i am to
but what about my secrecy
i have to follow through


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Rain

A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing

And all my things left in an open to get dry
Love, trust, life, joy and here is none to supply

I place not a blame
They art wet all the same
Found it interesting as a computer game
To see these teardrops of shame

Sorrow shared is half the sorrow
But I have the audacity to see tomorrow

Rain has seasons
And also reasons
To bind boundless
For with time it will be cloudless

To strengthen strongly
When the atmosphere is misty
And words exchanged wrongly


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War has come , War has come

War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..

The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come


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Cheater's Chair

A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.

Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.

A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.

Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth, 
yesteryear's eager  youth.


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Lost without you

Your pleasant presence is 
like sweet insence
Beautifully blessing my 
nostrils in the present
Your sexyness switches 
on and off my sexual 
emotions
Beautifully balancing my 
grains in all seasons

My love for you weighs 
more than the entire Blue 
Bulls' squard 
My heart hamms more "I 
love you hyms" with 10-
thousand reasons
Oh my memories die hard
My brain bears faithfully 
your unforgetable 
sweetness

Please my dear dearest, 
come back home
I'm lost without you
I'm yeaning to see you
I feel forsaken, and on my 
own

None, nothing, no energy 
left within me
I'm deeply drawning in 
my own lake of tears
No mere strength is left 
inside me
I'm writing my last 
chapter, closing my life 
journal till thy soft palms 
return to wipe away my 
tears


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WAITING IN THE WINGS

They watch, they wait
to see my fate.
never adding nor subtracting
hauntingly and numb.
They wait in the wings
of indifference 
to announce my outcome.


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Pain

I see the blood
You too know my thoughts
You ask me why i did this
I am ashamed at the sight
I did what i needed
My mind telling my soul
What my body wouldn’t do

Is this how it is
The satisfaction i never get
The reward of nothing
My heart cries just once
To see the hope
To feel the love it never has
To fill the gap its always had

You whisper to me
Tell me what i want to hear
But it's not what i want
It weakens me to think
All this time you thought 
But never knew me

I doubt myself 
You try to comfort me
The grip of your soul holds me
Tightens around mine
I feel your strength
The strength i never had

It doesn’t help me
Only makes this worse
The guilt I’ve felt gets worse
Burns in my chest like a fire
It will never die down
The pain is there
And it plans to stay. 


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Dregs of Destiny

Their destiny, or whatever was left of it,
Was shown to them in black and white print.
Their property and earnings were neatly split
"You kids can't wait till we are dead, now isn't it?"
The old man's words were laughed off by them, although they were not a jest,
The words carried utter disappointment, and a dash of regret.
They would be carted off to a shelter for the old and weakened,
Live in separate wings and meet each other every second weekend.
As the kids and lawyers reeled off on how it was a wonderful opening,
They asked for some time to reflect on the dealing.
As the young blood left for their plush homes,
The lady scribbled something on a note.
The sunset silhouette of the couple showed them kneeling,
Thanking Almighty, even after everything.
Next, when the neighbors found the old couple sleeping forever,
They saw seven words on the suicide letter.
With a will stapled to give everything to charity,
It said," We chose our own dregs of destiny."   


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Battling breast cancer

Sadly seated, head between knees
Madly gifted, hands hope for true skill
Red eyes leaking teardrops, an ill heart knows not to heal 
Filling my deep dimples like raindrops in seas 
Hurting while paying pain an academic amount as in school fees
Indeed inheritated sufferings you've taught thoroughly
And an heir of affliction, oh dear, i've been lately

For the lonely love of my life
You have harshly stabbed with a knife
Her bounding beauty slowly unchains as she cries
She carelessly cries day and knight
Worries and sounds of death roars,
My dearest fears for her life

My mouth curses this heartless cancer
Only oil of disapprovement can my hands anoint with or render
If you were a student in this 365 day syllabus
And i the 12 month principal, 
I would unremorsefully expel you from this month of October

Let's work wisely together
Power to women forever
Carefully compute and execute a healthy lifestyle
Let's box and wrap this present and throw in hell
Let's stand and resist,
Let's battle breast cancer



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Wasteland of Shame

Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.

Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.

Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.

Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.

Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.


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We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered 
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
 Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
 Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
 It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
 All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter 
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
 Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter 
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster 
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
 
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
 If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
 You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
 Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
 You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
 Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
 SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!


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Our Peg

“OUR PEG”

Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!

Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those whom fall,
groping gouging with a grotesque gravitation,
hold on to her hospitable habitation!

Indurate through incest! Injured through inurement,
justice she seeks, a juvenile Judy no more,
kicked by society, knackered by its keepers,
laminated personalities lost in love!

Morning time! Brings the sunlight, the mist the misery,
Nymph nurtured by noble, just to serve motley men,
Orgasm! Cried off, just an opaque memory,
primitive penis pants, within the woodland glen!

Quaint in monthly quarantine, desire still to quell,
rebellious rivals, rustic, but youth on side,
sanctimonious salutations satisfy,
the test for technique, tediously still apply!

Unable to command usage. “Utensil spent”
Valuation decreasing via vulgar gent,
wise mind, weary body responds to the wanker,
xquisite flame soon xtinguish by the banker!

Yet she that lived in yonder past, youthfulness yielded,
zero hour approaches. “Erotic zone no more!”

this is a true story,
I know, Peggy was someone's sister  RIP
Copyright 2011


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Rain

I sit at the window
and watch the rain fall
as the puddles grow bigger
and my heart just grows small
I pushed all my feelings
way too far down
so they can't be let go
and I can't make a sound
I wish I could cry 
or just tell a friend
and maybe my pain
will all come to an end
but my eyes will not cry
and my mouth will not speak
the feelings that torture me
inside, so deep
I need a release
so I just watch the rain
that's crying my tears
and releasing my pain
forget all that hurts me
that I've kept all inside
and focus on the puddles
gathering rain while I hide.


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One Among Many part 1

Chapter 1 
As but only one young lost man in a great land I sometimes don’t want to see what I see in life but death causes me to look. I don’t want to hear the things I hear but have to admit the things here that I’ve heard. I don’t want to be guilty today it’s why I continue to strive past my past for innocence in the near future. I don’t want to feel what I feel but after another day in this dark place has gone by I can’t hide what I have painfully felt. As but one young man I wonder why I question others motives and still can’t see the answers to my own as if I know all the answers to life when I don’t even know the true cause of my own. I wonder why I am happier at times but more often than not why I continue to be sad. I look for ones in groups of twos and get lost in groups of threes, but don’t get even me started on the groups of fours. On the outside world I am lost yet inside myself I know I am found, I holler silently at night while I quietly pray during the day. As but only one young man I can only do what is best for self-first if I want to start making a difference for two. 
Sometimes life for one can be fun, but on the reservation more often than not it is boring and dull. On the reservation I found serenity and solitude in the hills but I also found old savages and young Satan’s in the towns. I see beauty and peace in Mother Nature but I also found violence and ugliness among my very own in the neighborhood. I see not what I see and I think not what I think for I feel what I see which leads me to think. I choose rather to just be rather than not be what other people want me to be. I see what I see because I haven’t really got a choice in what I will see, I’d rather choose to just say that I saw. Outside people can’t make one see what I already choose not to see for I see what I see rather if they want me to see things their way or not. I can’t feel what they feel unless they feel what I feel and live where I live and be where I am to know where I truly am from to understand the thoughts and feelings of not only a young native of struggle, but as a person worldwide no matter the skin color.


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Work Aint Honest But It Pays The Bills

They say when life throws you lemons, make lemonade. Well the niggas i know work and its not honest, but it pays the bills in the words of badu because she gone tell you the truth and ima give you the scoop on a livin troop who got the boot because he didnt wana shoot a dude in the same resemblence as hisself but he still work, its not honest, but it pays "his" bills. -Afro_Kira


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pith-fully from truth

neurotic narcotics reared reason in rows, 
plucked pith-fully from truth, 
agile enough in politick to anesthetise the waste,
languishing amongst the cling-filmed choral-forms 
of symbiotic silicone…
the future lay dormant, 
adjudicating the agricultural status 
of domesticated foreign policy… 


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How Long

How long, how tough 
This world, just war 
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.

Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.

I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
 What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?! 



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An Envied State

Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.

Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.

Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.

Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.  
Tilling your toils, for me you taste – 
Conceding to my monetary embrace.

Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.  
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.


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THE BOTTOM OF THE BEER BOTTLE

I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around 
with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere ...you 
see?
You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow 
of a bottle.
I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that 
causes me to be insane with so much shame.

Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the 
bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me.

Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is 
calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of 
the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me?

When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating 
me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight 
hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.


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She girl

She lives with friends.
She meets her loves.
She starts her work.
She sits as a dove.
She runs her life.
She's got all that.
But then she's found
Dead on the track.


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Now I Cry

No flying in my wing
But I try
My rock won't pry up
But I try

No crying, no crying
I'm Not crying

but I'm not flying
My rock- not prying up...

Now I cry



Written for Nikko's HEADS or TAILS contest
2012


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Hurt Prowls Down this Loss

Heartbreak’s hollow hold has hardened.

Piercing past pools pain has pardoned.  

Dying dreams drift on dire descents.

Lost in the loneliness, languid love’s lament.


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ELVIS AND PAVAROTTI

Elvis and Pavarotti,
   two attractive singers 
from different countries;
   and both sang divinely!
Elvis was " rock and roll "
   from Memphis,Tennessee;
and Pavarotti a tenor 
   from Modena, Italy!

Both made their mark in music
   singing harmony with gusto;
and at times, Elvis seemed eccentric...
  while Pavarotti a flamboyant maestro!

Legends are made of one's fancy,
   but these two were real;
delighting crowds with their charisma,
   and their lovely wives:
 Nicoletta and Priscilla  
    were there to cherish that thrill,
  to be a big part of their lives...
     even through joy and agony!

 Elvis and Pavarotti...
     names destined for immortality,
 and many  generations
    will be fascinated by their powerful voices;
 and like us, who heard them sing,
    they'll carry on their everlasting lagacy!          


        


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Empty Jars

Empty things-

Empty rooms-filled with things-
Empty vases-empty jars
Empty seats-
Cupboards that are bare-

Corridors-in my mind-
Long and narrow-alone I stare-
Vacant land -
You once – were there!  

17/11/92    


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Tower of Babel

belfrey and the bats therein
   risen high on heady winds
as if a quirk as if a whim
   the bats like rats within  my soul
they sat like cats within my skull
   beneath this skin inside was sin
this world will fail for lack of men
   and bats full of rabid ilk
spilled my brain with spider silk
   i quaffed the gall and rancid milk
to binge i cringe outside the fringe
   and cinder singe my heart a twinge
O belfrey and the bats therein
   i've hurt my friends my love my kin
the world will fall because of men
   as ashes fall from burning oil
demand the bats be damned to toil
   be dimmed to gnats and brought to boil
the world will fall as well as men


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Salmon

Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.


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Sad 2

By the mirror side Oh no! I can't hide I hate what I see ...Don't like things I feel A twisted face, I don't embrace 'Wish I can Chase it away This is no "making hay"! 'Wish I could show my teeth And broaden my cheeks 'Relax m eyebrows And hold the waterflows Just like my former "can't" I still can't! My can't's so bent Rigidly unmoved, strongly unshooked Oh rigid bent can't I need a happy tent Don't want it rent But unrend and permanent! Sadness, as the can't Hapiness, as the tent Can't wait to get the tent But for now it's "can't" To all who "heard" I'm still sad!


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corruption

Chad coats Carla
Carla crazily cries
Cars crash crushing carts 
Chad calls cops
Cops curve checking cars
Cars crushed 
Circumstances cause cries  
Communities clamor calling cops


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As I Wait for the Show to Start

I silently sit in my seat,
all alone in my own asylum,
but everyone else stand and elates,
conversing, cuddling and catching up, I just
wait for when the show will
start so I can seem
dim in the darkness, and the daring
actors attract the attention.


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this baby

this baby that is born on christmas day
why is he here
why did he live
this baby was born to take our sins
yet we feast and party christmas
we don't bless this child 
we don't care that he is born
we don't care that he died on the cross
we don't understand what he was for
this baby born on christmas day


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Hell's Bell

Got no themes to write on,
Got no poems to sell.
I think my clergy has arrived,
With the tolling of hell's bell.

Random thoughts like shells fall,
As I stand here like a broken wall.
Brick by brick and inch by inch,
Covered with moss and sooty stench.

Such thoughts I cannot bind,
In cages of words like a poet blind.
Nobody sees the aching head,
Bursting with agony of thoughts unread.

A verdict as this is seldom passed,
To a shooting star which burns to dust.
Pages like blots rot in my head,
Sleeping still as if comfortably dead.

Thought I was the chosen one,
To taste the mist and the morning sun.
Cosmic fun is but so brute,
Played by Gods with existence crude.

Like a man, whom the distant Bedlam calls,
Housing lost prophets and pierced dolls,
I am lost between the paper  and the head
Reading scribblings of prophets at sinful sheds.

Wanders thus, my third eye blind,
Touching the walls of a pitch-dark mind.
If a thought like a firefly does fly by,
Dies the fire before the gaping third eye.

Pierce my body with a thousand nails,
And hang me on the cross of the grail.
My brain still would be numb to pain,
As it hangs impailed by the barren grain.

Give me a touch, a smell or a tear,
Give me the death of someone dear.
Just pay the price which I'll hold as debt
Taken to save a poet from death.


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I MAINTAINED

m

I WENT THROUGH A LOT IN MY LIFE WHERE I FELT LIKE I DIDN'T WANNA B HERE...
BUT GUESS WHAT I MAINTAINED...
YOU MAY HAVE HIT ME..AND KICKED ME..BUT GUESS WHAT IM STILL HERE..N I MAINTAIN..I KEPT MY COMPOSURE NOT TO KILL YOUR ASS
CAUSE U HURT ME SO BAD WHERE THE WHOLE FAMILY KNEW YOU WERE GRASS.
BUT A VOICE SPOKE TO ME AND
SAY..IS IT WORTH IT.
I TRIED TO PUSH THE VOICE OUTTA MY HEAD EVERY TIME.I WAS ON THE VERGE OF KILLING YOU...
BUT SOME HOW IT ENDED UP CATCHING UP WITH ME.
YOU HIT ME IN FRONT OF LOTS OF PEOPLE...LETTING YOU GOOD..BE RUINED BY YOUR EVIL.
YOU LET DRUGS TAKE CONTROL OVER YOU MIND.
THAT'S WHY OVER THE YEARS..YOUR
LOVE YOUR CHILDREN CAN NEVER FIND.U MAY HAVE CURSED ME HIT ME..AND EVEN INFLUENCED ME WITH UR STUPIDITY...BUT I ALWAYS
ENDED UP FINDING A WAY TO MAINTAIN.U HURT ME LET ME DOWN.HAD ME PICKING MY FACE UP OFF THE GROUND.
HAD ME SCARED TO THE POINT WHERE I WOULDN'T MAKE A SOUND..
CRAZY AND FUNNY NOW CAUSE I MAINTAINED.I NEVER LET YOU
SEE THE PAIN U INFLICTED ON ME
CAUSE THEN U JUST WOULD'VE KNOWN THAT U WON...
BUT I KNEW I COULDN'T GIVE YOU THAT MUCH AUTHORITY...
NO LIE IT HURTED.YOU LEFT ME HANGING BUT I MAINTAINED.
YOU TOOK MY MOM FROM ME..SHIT TOOK MY DIGNITY.BUT I BET I DIDN'T ALLOW YOU TO SEE THE HURT N ME...WHY BECAUSE I HAD T...O SHOW U THAT I CAN MAINTAIN.YOU THOUGHT
YOU HAD ME WRAPPED UP N UR MISERY.YES FOR A WHILE U DID.YOU SEE...
I WANTED TO SEE YOU GONE
SEE YOU DEAD..BUT ONCE AGAIN THAT VOICE CAME IN MY HEAD AND SAID..BABY GIRL HE'LL GET HIS ONE DAY.HE'LL HAVE TO MEET HEAVEN OR HELLS GATES...BUT AFTER ALL THE THINGS YOU DID TO ME....
MY NIGGA I MAINTAINED


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The Last Journey

The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes it went intrepid through mysterious tunnels,
Sometimes it thundererd over wide canals ,
Sometimes the journey resembled repose-
When it over the plains tip-toed.

Inside the mail beside an open door -
Sat a lass on the uncombed floor;
Dressed as she was most slovenly ,
Left was she in such a fate by all and sundry.

Suddenly a voice of her rang through the air,
Towards a person who was a tea vendor,
Give me some tea -she tried to speak aloud -
Offering a coin of twenty five paise again did she shout.

The venndor passrd unheared, 
His phony maners pricked my heart; 
She sat and seemed to muse - 
That she offered money and still was refused.

The motley of passengers,to help her--
All at heart were willing;
But it could be below thier dignity,
Of what were they fearing.

Then a person rose and like a foreman,
He did lend his helping hand;
Some read for her did he buy-
But when he want to her,to this nice guy,
And to this nasty world she haealready bade her last bye.

The mail seemed to run faster,
To carry the pure soul to her home's corner;
But, where will it find her destination?
When with her carrier only she had her home's relation.

Outside in the sea of darkness,many a dazzle blinked -
But for this poor lass the light of life forever did shrink,
Did this mean to a new light was she exposed?
And,did to hersoul the mysterious eternal dark disclose?



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My Spinning Fate

Throwing my life into such a fate,
Shows how far it starts off late,

My life is spinning and it’s spinning fast,
Circling around in a world so vast,

 Around and around the merry-go-round goes,
Until all of what I don’t know flows,

Flowing in circles around and around,
Until one day ill hit the ground,

The ground as cold and harsh while I hit,
Will throw me back into the pit,

The circling pit from which I came


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Rage

What I feel is nothing less than rage
I feel like an animal locked in a cage
enslaved and put on display on a stage
every story starts some where like on a page
I want savour life full of robust scents like sage
I want to be free at least one day before my old age


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Painted in Rain - Smiles

Stirring in its skyward station a storm bows
its heavy head. How lowly it hangs its grey
eyes. calm and cool it comes combing over lives.

Thought, torn free in torrents of flashing light. Forced
a voice booms, bringing blustery breath as it
moans. In its passive might, it reaches my door.

Out in this obstacle overhead, I soon
collapse. Confronting this conundrum of
emotion - a smile emerges, enchanted.

Here, below hardship, beguiled to hurt, pretend
oh how I pretend. Painted smile, purchased guise
reflecting rapture despite the roar within.

A walk, wet tresses, in the weeping water.
Falling free from fountains of sky. No one knows
as I stride with smile, rain streams among tears.

For there are fools that feel that they are wise.
And gowned in gaudy grin, I lie through sadness.
Walking in this storm, rain hides the tears I cry.


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shes trying to make it easy

listen stop and think take a deep breath
think now dont imagine dont pretend
pay attention here this might be the end

you say you want one
your stuck with three
one runs away
but you cant let her be

we sit and we talk
reminisce about the good times
wow how does time fly by
I remember all the times we spent laughing for hours
but was it all worth it in the end when it devours

Im trying to make this easy 
Im trying to let you understand

I cant make it any simpler 
for you were like my second hand
you held me up 
you put me down
but did that ever stop me from coming back around
I need to feel the touch 
the touch of someone I love so much

but only for I know this is true
I know this wont get through to you
after years and years of drying my tears
I cant just let you go

ive tried so hard
ive changed my ways
you compliment me all of the time

but what about the other person
I’m still inside
she’s got me locked in
she put me away for showing you my sin

I am not troubled 
I have my ways
but this changed girl has had way better days
she wants to tell you all these things
for if she were out she would
she wants you to know that she cant let you go
and that the feelings she has she just keeps below

she has a mission
and the mission is you
but she cant seem to get that through

she knows what to do
she knows where to go
she just has to dig deep below
she needs your help
reach in and take
dont be shy to make a mistake
she wont spill out her thoughts
she wont tell you all her rough spots

but shes trying to tell you 
shes working hard on what shes got

and shes thought she got through
but she must have hit everyone else in the heart
except you

now shes trying to make this easy
shes trying not to make this hurt
but she cant just get up and give you all her dirt

Im going to leave now and let her come out
dont be worried and defiantly dont shout
she needs you
she needs your help
the support isnt always there

the other me was better
the emotions ran high
but the other me grabbed you 
and she never said good bye

Im not going to tell you
your going to have to guess 
but I just wanted you to know
that Im going to take a rest

now dont get hostile dont freak out
Im pretty sure you know what this one is about

now I tried making this easy
I tried not to make it hard
but Ive done all I can do right now
and someday I will explain how


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Daddy

for this girl of 6,
so lost and unfree,
her father abandon her,
"where are you daddy?"
scared to the flesh ,
she searches her home,
looks at the id,
no one called on the phone,
as she finally stops,
she gives into herself,
she knows hes gone,
nd left her in hell,
the tears fall down,
as she covers her eyes,
her face gets redder,
as she crys and crys,
"mommy is dead"
"lying on the floor"
"its all your fault daddy"
"i love you no more"
as she quietly shivers,
she remembers the past,
her mom was at home,
he shot her ass,
"whyd you do it daddy"
"whyd you shoot mommy"
"how could you do it",
"when you loved her softly"
so she went on her life
and remembered as she grew up,
"i hate you daddy"
"i hate your guts".


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Her blood

She sits in her room. 
Thinking she has no purpose in the world. 
She has no one to hold. 

Her mom drinks. 
Her dad died. 
Her friends ditched her. 
Her mom hits her. 

She its on her bed. 
Wishing she was dead. 
As she takes out the blade. 
And puts it on her wrist. 
She starts cutting deep into her flesh. 

Her blood. 
Comes out of her skin. 
Shes in pain. 
But, won't cry out. 

She locks her door. 
As she cuts more. 
Her blood is now on the pillow. 

She keeps cutting. 
Instead of wondering. 
What she could do with her life. 

As they bury her body in the cemetary. 
Next to her dad. 

Her blood still drips.


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Running in Circles

Another twist and turn
Another life unlearned
What makes us change
Why do we turn around 

We’re just here with no agenda
Is there a place for this
I’m just looking for the reason
But the ride that you take 
Doesn’t always make the trip
Some things we can’t always count on 
 
You put your trust is some
You don’t believe in most
If you knew what would come
Then you would be more frightened 
 
I’ve been here before
I guess I’ll be here again
Although it’s hard
It’s better than the alternate 
 
I know what to expect
I don’t want to deal
That’s not the choice that all of us get
We become lovers then become others
That’s the cycle of making our bed 

We’re running in circles
To find an answer
We’re looking for something
Without the directions 

We’re running in circles
Without a compass
The search will lead you
To yourself


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Anoint Me Oh Lord

anoint me oh Lord 
and please dry my tears
I'm trusting in your promise
to relieve my fears
anoint me oh Lord
show me your grace
as I worship You 
In this sacred place
anoint me oh Lord
please order my steps
lift me up
from the darkening depths

you're my tower of strength
you're my guiding force
you're my strongest ally
my spiritual source

anoint me oh Lord
as I bow to thee
praying for Your mercy
down on my knees
anoint me oh Lord
and to you I vow to serve
giving You all the praise
that You richly deserve
anoint me oh Lord 
on this very day
revive my spirit
and show me the way

you're my creator
the one responsible for my seed
you're my spiritual generator
who'll supply all of my needs

anoint me oh Lord
let me bask in Your light
show me perfect peace
all day and every night


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Lonely from anywhere

What good is love if you don’t have a name
What good would you bring if you were the same
I know we could go but you locked the door
I know what you know, or at least you did before 

You think what I think we are the same
You live in your surroundings and we play the game
And I know what you know when you locked that door
You see where I go and I don’t know you anymore. 
 
Now I am left here to fend on my own
Our world has decided that I can’t go on
What good is society if they can make that choice
They don’t know the good that I bring, and so many like me before 

I thought the sky was falling
The rain was coming down
Were you in the midst 
I was lost from all the sound 

And I knew that heros were welcome
What would I have to do now
I am just an ordinary
One man lost in the crowd  
 
Heros come and they go
Though it’s imaginary what they show
This is how we began 
Heros come and they go
But we must stay and show
That we will live again


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Soothe The Soul

Somber sonnet, slumbering of soul
So tired of being tired, 
Seems nobody knows…
Soul of slumbering sonata, 
Somber, screams of the heart,
Superficial strokes soon to depart,
So tired of being tired,
Seems nobody knows…
Searching sweet solace,
Stir o’ slumbering sonata
Stimulating serenity of soul…
Surrogate the somber sonnet
Serendipitously, so …‘til, it’s no longer tired, but 
Soothing balm of stamina   
Strengthening survival of the soul… 


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Blue Without You

My red heart is blue,
because I'm missing you.
Every day, I think about you,
and I imagine how great
every hour,every minute,
and every second would be
if you were here with me.

Every night, when I lie in bed,
I dream that you're beside me,
holding me close to you.
If you were, I'd whisper in your ear,
how much I love you.

Since you came into my life
nothing has been the same.
I've experienced love to its fullest,
and I've tasted a beauty that never ends,
because you're where my happiness begins.
I'm incomplete without you, and
I'll never stop loving you.
You're the world to me,
in brilliant colors.

You're my best friend,
a favorite song that will never end.
And together is where we should be.
Someday soon, I pray,
that you'll walk through the door
and take this heartache away