The poet Marshall Mathers
whilst "Cleaning Out My Closet"
blasted with inquiry-
"Have you ever been hated on or discriminated against?
in these crooked times
it is impossible to make a man like you,
or your art,
especially with unbounding determination.
It sure is mighty easy to attain their hatred,
through no fault of your own.
When they protest or demonstrate against you...
finally you have arrived!
Common sense says,
"Never drive in the rear view mirror!"
Though, it sure is helpful to take a quick glance back
to check out Jealousy,
doubting and shouting and eating your dust!
Take a whiff...
The band begins to play ferociously!
Slander Slogans pasted upon your face.
like roaches with lights bright,
they disappear into the night,
back to the slums;
begging for crumbs.
Once you've been Blacklisted;
Digest the miracle.
Pure, glowing gold
the alchemy of their anger,
visibly discernable from the glossy pyrite
appearing with fake praise.
Heed the old adage:
---------------Keep yir' friends close, and enemies closer.
Their futile harm repels from the Teflon donning your heart.
burns bold, boils,
melts and cools, then cold,
forging the sword.
Adding to your arsenal.
upon bone fragments,
brittle blacklist bandits...
the Catacombs of those
who aimed to defame your name,
staking claim for their
shameless sea of debris
and Rotten Forgottens
which only bolster your begotten flame.
Remain steadfast, undaunted
TROUNCE THOSE TREACHEROUS TROUBLES;
________________________ TO ________________________
MARCH THROUGH THE RIGOROUS RUBBLE!
Let me see those eloquent eyes!~JsL
~Inspired by written words of Marshall Mathers, Cleaning Out My Closet,
Stars and stripes singing
Freedom is forever
America is amazing
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray
My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …
My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze
… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …
… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …
It's funny how everything turns around, travels faster than the speed of sound.
how easy we forget the things that matters the most; from every nation to every coast
everyone from all ages are in tune to life's many changes.
It's funny that there's no love anymore and if you do find love after sometime all that love is out the door, it's no pointing of the fingers it just ranges all because of life's many changes. It's strange how you can say one thing and it means another; like "i am here" yet the heart says its a bother.
It's funny that you feel free, no slave masters, no bars and no chain,
you are no one's prisoner but you can never free your brain.
our past teaches us how to embrace the future but what is the future when life is a cycle.
Everything in stages nothing is the same when you turn the pages.
All you see is life and it's many changes.
You will learn and not understand, you will gain and also lose at the sametime
you can be certain and at the same time be filled with doubt, words are effective in actions never when you shout. Sometimes it is in the wrong that we find solutions, there are times when mistakes must be many to arrive at a conclusion. peace is for the peacemaker and animals are for cages it does not matter where you are or who you are life will include you in its many many changes.
Blueprint is to plans as budget is to finance.
Water is to life as accidents are to rages.
People are to mistakes as life is to changes.
It's no mystery, its just life and its many changes.
Lambs, Listen, Learn
Earthly, Existence, Error
Desires, Drive’s, Death
Slaughtered, Senseless, Sacrifice
Savior, Sheep, Sent
Heaven’s, Helper, Healing
Always, Asking, Ascension
Rightful, Repented, Reborn
Solider, Saint, Shepherd
Warring, Willing, Watching
Openly, Offer, Obedience
Truthfully, Trust, Teacher
The world is a platform
And the people the audience
Waiting for you to perform
You are a star
Your inspiration their reform
Hope you could do your best
Stand up and be counted
Be the first
There are difficulties
But forget the worst
The world is your guest
So go higher
Yeah higher than mount Everest
For if you perform right
You steal the spot light
And you don't just win
The people but their heart
The audience cheers you up
Like you are the king
And all the women
Dieing to be your queen
Money is not the thing
You started lately
But you are doing greatly
Forget about the rest
And do your best
Apples and Azaleas are always around.
Bright beautiful buds bloom while
crisp cultured cabbage and cucumbers
dot the darkened dirt.
Every edible is excellent.
Fame is so far flung for
Grandma's glorious garden that
Handy Horticulture has offered to hire her.
Imagine, envision her incredulity of their insistence.
Just another jovial, jocular juncture in Grandma's jubliant journey.
TLH © 07-11-2012
Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right though,
A piece of this hate cake in this corrupt dictionary I'm going to have to take a bite though,
Whether the answer is written in hell yeah or heck no,
Im going to shoot through your deer less body like a scoped out rifle,
You just another liar if you say my words aint make your mind shake and awake with a stifle,
Im shooting sideways, up, down, so much I get high low,
I could be telling true lies when you see my fake gun ridden smiles,
I might just shoot self in head because Im getting a little too suicidal,
Im in need of God because I keep skipping planned revivals,
Im reading the rhyme master Shakespeare I aint reading the Bible,
Im playing with word bullets shiny as a burning star struggling for simple survival,
I want people to tell the truth but cant help but keep telling themselves lies though,
Hiidden demons in the book of lifes closet dont tell me how it is because I know,
I too onced played with life like a toy plastic as Tyco,
Im going to stand out in this world like the tower of Eifel,
Im going to bring out all my freaking hidden poetic files,
Im putting word ryhme puzzles together like floor tiles
Im going to do it now not later gator or after while crocodile,
I got little time in life left on the sun dial,
I got but few years or even months left before I face my ultimate trial,
But first Im going to have some fun into the night sun until I get riled,
But family comes first I must start to think of my own seed, my very own child,
I got to stop the ways of living stupid like Im out of hand so wild,
I must drink from the fountain of life like the Egyptians do from the Nile,
Pull my own way out this ****ing trash, this bull *****pile,
I got to stay strong in the mean time because everything in life takes a little while,
Sometimes I dont give a **** about nobody because it feels as if I have nothing to live for, but now I got a child I would die for
So now I must keep living because if I die I know I would leave behind a child behind that I would cry for,
I must walk that road less traveled like a car breaking down on the open road still trying to idle,
Walking amongst greats is going to be my own personal hypo,
I will walk strong in the days that I die in my last UNSEEN MILES......
unification is the domination of nations
unification is to come together when theirs no were to hide
it is the unification that passes and cross the line that pulls the rip
together to join life on the other side.
unification is something hard to hide it take a bullet
to tear us a part because we are unified all as 1in from the inside
so give it up and give into the change.
cause its unification that sends the vibrations to keep us alive
like the first time u meet you say that guy had a good vib.
vib is what u get when you feel all the time that you are ment
to be around cuase you known to life sprites up.
so unification is one thing that never gives up.
unify,unity,and then become unified.
Always, Are, All
Each, Evenly, Extended
Hands, Honorably, Holding
Good, Gracious, Gratitude
Being, Beholder’s, Blessings
Trying, Teaching, Them
Life’s, Learned, Lessons
Unconditional, underlying, Undeserving
Christ’s, Chosen, Children
< Betty Boop bought boyfriend Bimbo some basketballs to bounce
But being blind her boyfriend Bimbo bounced Betty Boop
Boy Betty Boop did boldly bounce bad
This Little Lady Is After My Own Heart
For No matter What She Does Wrong
Her Eyes Seem To Capture The One She Loves LOL
And Also One Of My Favorite Cartoons
Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving
Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them
Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity
Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth
Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will
Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct
Flames roared through the nights sky.
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames.
The heat warmed the mortals below.
They believed that this was a great night.
The sky emulated a beautiful red color.
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue.
They believed that they were all safe.
They were not nearly as safe.
They were witnessing Armageddon.
The war between good and evil.
For no one is safe until judgment day.
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue.
The birds will sing a tune.
The flowers will bloom.
That will be the day.
The day when we will all be ok.
My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
Growing through the thorns; strong;
Calling out for help when the days seem long.
When it’s realized that lifes not a breeze,
That only where you go-is what one sees.
Then the hills don’t seem so steep,
The weak aren’t only the ones who weep.
Listen close with ears ready,
Not all have the choice to have a body steady.
Deaf, blind, mentally challenged; it’s touch,
Looking around with meak eyes; what does that word mean? Rough.
Whose to say your glass doesn’t shine,
Cleaned or dirty- it’s all going to be fine.
Some need to hear this,
Others it becomes a hit or miss,
If you have the ability,
Don’t put it up for humility,
You’re capable; learn,
Don’t leave the minutes to count down; to burn.
Who says you can’t; don’t give up,
The potions all stirred up in a cup;
Think of it as a little trip; magic.
Drink up; it’s imagination not tragic,
As the legs move forward; slow and in tone,
As the hands of your own have the ability to pick up that phone,
Calling for the help needed.
Keep the mouth unheated.
Know others have it hard everyday,
Know others don’t have a place to call home ; stray.
This human race keeps on going,
Make sure you’re helping the race with growing,
Growing like a weed,
Another conceives her child like a small seed.
This child may not be perfect; never,
But the eye of the parent it’s their lever.
Their lever at the end of work,
The one they go to when things don’t lurk,
Open up the head,
Put that pencil down-use pen not lead,
Write down the real things that show,
And the truth in the arrow of the bow,
Nothing revolves around one man,
All others just become a fan,
Glissening isn’t what the road leads to,
Maybe you haven’t made the realization; add it; and do,
The withholder of the treasure is you,
Go out and remember what matters; and who is who.
Big busted Betty
Dressed her Double D’s
Using uplifting underwire
Creating a costume of cleavage
Living, Learning, Loving
Fasting, Faithful, Fruitful
Determining, Divine Desires
Always, Aspiring, Ascension
Call, Creator, Come
Heavens, Holy Spirits, Help
Grain, Gaining, Growth
Dry, Drips, Drenched
Wells, Water, Wishes
This revolution will not be all cute and sweet just because these teens having
babies think that they man that laid with them who made this production possible
will be in the room with them while they are pushing and yelling, "HEE HEE HOO.
HEE HEE HOO".
This revolution will not be worried about why this person is with my person but
will settle it by not caring about going to jail just because.” HE WAS
This revolution revolving around teens hitting up myspace just to get a little
action but not knowing half of these teen boys online are grown men but just by
surprise you go by yourself to give up yourself , not knowing that will probably be
the last time yourself will be given.
Parents abandoning their kids, not caring about where they are and who their
with and how they get money, so these teens stoop to lower levels and strip
while selling their bodies just for some cash not knowing they could have been
better than that, but this revolution with parents have not realized.
Having sex just to find love, "baby theirs more people in this life time that loves
you instead of these played out boys given you the line", “if you love me you'll ha
ha, you know". This revolution is just filled with lies, WOW, just think twice.
This revolution, this revolution. Teens are getting tired, depressed, and lying
because this revolution is filled with lies.
They wove a wordily world
Out of space and sherds of imagination
They wove meanings in mere metaphors
Like spinning spiders
The seer just slept
The poem prospers posthumously
And rake in income post-humorously
S/he died poor but partly NOPE
S/he gave life to you and me
S/he gave a piece of life to us
S/he gave a smile to us
S/he enlightened our dark hearts
Poets and poetesses never die,
They live on shadows and ghosts
In dusts of lively libraries, helly hells and heavenly heavens
We look at some one from the outside,
Look deep inside.
There’s true beauty,
In every one.
Just look deep inside,
Its there within.
God made us all beautiful,
No matter what.
The Father of my Salvation will not let me fall
He watches over me and you as we strive to finish His work
as we strive
we grow stronger with the Lord
and we grow more like Him
The Father will not let us fall as we strive with His work!
as asses attack asses:
all are astray,
aghast and alone.
an angel aspired amity;
amaranthine ardor: agony, absent...
and accorded assistance;
all are abetted,
Accepting, Almighty, Ascends
Bravely, Boldly, Beyond
Christ, Calls, Carries
Don’t, Do, Death
Each, Enters, Evolution
Fly, Free, Forever
Grace, Granted, God
Honoring, Hailing, Holy Spirit
Invite, Inside, Inner-connection
Join, Jubilation, Jesus
Knowing, Kindness, Kneels
Living, Learning, Loving
House to house
A passing, admiring scent
Hold me...we'll pass
House to house
You are still apart of me
Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?
When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers
Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house
Excited by curiosity
There will be a house for us
A key to joy
Let us go...explore this terrain
We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away
We are definitely here to stay
House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever
Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
Ruins me to the core
With my lady friend
And began to tend
Our wanted life
House to house
Dealing with passing
To and fro by searching
House to house
S olid and brave hearted
O verseer of the mark
L over of justice
D riven to stand
I ndividual pride
E yes the prize
R eceiver of merit
Zesty zippy zombie sat checking out the Yummy yuppie Yankee that was wiggly
wishy washy but wealthy as he could be. And even so vary vainly vaguely unfree.
Till one day, a Tuesday I believe, the tiny twiggy twenty year old named Tracy Tori
Tory was watching the toothy toughie trickster zombie sitting under the thistly
thorny thickly ugly tree, watching our Yankee. Now strangely she was a strongly
sturdy sweetie, and sweetly but swiftly suavely went to see the Yankee to let him
know of the scummy squirmy spooky zombie checking him out under the seedy
shaggy shabby little tree. Now to show his appreciation he was really ready to
rarely ask this queenly quirky quaintly lady to promptly go purely proudly puddle
popping on their way to a preppy peachy pearly pastry bar with oddly the only
oldie oozy pastries in the nutty nightly nearly neatly town of Nietzsche where
monthly a mystery mushy movie played. Since they were both loony lofty lefty
laddie and lady and lastly the lengthy lively lovely movie was about to play, he
keenly kindly knightly ask her in a jolly jiggly juicy way if she was iffy itchy
interested in this imaginatively happy haughty history movie. Well in her giggly
giddy goofy funny funky flirty easy earthy earthly duly dizzy ducky cutely cuddly crazy
bubbly briskly bravely aussie arty amply way, said …….. NO!
I'm in the shadows....
In the Dark...
No way out....
There are birds above...
And birds below me....
Ok I have never heard of alliterations…….. And was wondering if words like
abbey, acme, and acne would go along with alliterations … and just maybe the
meaty mossy messy mold at the mucky muddy murky waters of the slightly
slippery sloppy backwaters were on the right track of this choicely choosy classy
way of expressing earthlings eating elephants in the early evening with a
beautiful sunset easily edging ending a really nice time and how do they all
come together and not torture the toddler that is tougher than the trader tracking
the tractor up the tower with the trainer trotting with the trooper right behind
looking for the treasure and the traitor trekking with the trucker loosing his
trousers while trolling in the backwater. , I thought even if it isn't it is different.
So we’re going on a picnic with the pygmy, Pixie Poggly, being the quirky queenly
quaintly quickly person she is and her friend a raunchy rascal reverently named
Andy Bailey. As you remember he was in the Aussie army association, barely
battling the banshee that were bawdy blackly bloody in the boggy boundary briefly
in the outback, and lets not forget pixie’s perky prominent pal that is a bossy,
bluntly, brainy, bookie, breathing brashly, balmy, bits of boogie bookie chatter to
all the cheery, choicely, chunky crowd around his choosey, cheesy, cheaply
choice of chummy spots, and in his coarsely cocky way, he coyly clamors crafty
creepy words that really don’t say what they needs to say, but confuses even the
gentle, ghostly, gaudy, gawky, gabby, gypsy genie down in the gaily, gabby,
ghastly valley town called Gatsby. I hear even Fatty Fannie the fancy, fleecy,
flimsy, flowery, and foxy maiden that has her doggie, “Dotty” watching her dreamy,
dressy, downy, dowry. And to make things easier Pixie’s dumpy daffy deafly, dinky
donkey named Dixie is going to carry all the supplies, and we are going to the
daffy damply dainty little dairy where the daisies grow daily in the deeply densely
droopy grasses next to the hay, and it sounds like it will be a giddy, giggly, goodly,
goofy, goosey, grabby good grammar in all its Grammy award wining grandeur
Parts of this poem were copied from another poem that I cannot display here, but
that I did write, it is called “The Picnic” and I thought this would be some fun
reading for all here.
I am still in Zion for you are the one I long to please, let this world, this town try
and break me and attempt to bring me to my knees, for it cannot and shall not
ever even come close to defeating this-what we have, what God gave to us what
we have bled for and how we came so close, so close to perfection and to
everything I have never known, you have loved me and you have finally shown,
you have shown me what it is to desire a true but forbidden fire and the rest of my
years here on this earth and the rest of my tears and fears I long to share with
you and the temple I have raised in your name while I praise God that you came
and shattered all the false dreams and hopes and for this reality I cope and try to
deal with all of the farce that I must deal with and my sanity is now a blissful part
of life for I have lost that pain and lost that strife that has plagued me I shall obey
thee and strive to please you in the way only a King could please his Queen by
offering her the world and all the jewels within it. Thank you for this
Mountains all around , the sea glimmering ahead.
A dolphin's fin swimming sloshing near the shore
This chilly sunny Winters day on a low tide beach
Lazy waves roll in slowly , quietly rumbling to a fizz.
The dophin jumps out of the cleansing blue water
focusing intently midair just meters from the beach.
Its shiny grey fin and smooth body playfully diving.
It was not because of anything that I had done
that the Lord God made me an adopted one
It was not because of anything that I did say
the Jesus Christ came to show me the Way
It was not because of anything that I did see
that God gave me love, grace and mercy
It was not because of anything that I did hear
that the Lord God gave me His righteous ear
It was not because of anything that I did feel
that I was given salvation so my spirit would be healed
I am still in Zion , I am taming love's lion, with these wings I spread I will fly on,
I shower you with diamonds, with my hands I lay to waste all of these mountains,
You to me, you are a treasure that took a lifetime to find.
You to me, you are a star that crashed down upon my earth and landed in my sea,
You are the heaven, for which I seek to find,
You are the eternity after life that I cannot define.
I stand proud against all these mobs that rise against me,
I fight back and scream with courage and intensity!
I lead my army against your foes and my foes and all the other fiends,
I use my sword and with my word I devour them and destroy those who wish to
strike and sting,
I sing a new song that describes your majestic beauty and praise the way you
I am the one that conquers and divides and offers to you the sun and the silver
All of the world I offer to you with all of her gold, silver and precious gems,
I give you more than your heart could ever desire, I give you so much more than
I have built a temple to worship your perfect body with all of your God-given
I am studying the history of this world and striving to know more about you, for
you I constantly learn.
No longer does my world revolve around you for you have become my entire
No longer does my sun and moon shine upon you for you are the one that I have
learned to serve.
I shower you with a million rose petals and tulip blossoms that would cover the
I abide in your spirit and praise your gorgeous self for no longer do I choose to