Let the Deicide commence.
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.
I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways
Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own personal reality
i never tell you i love you,
but you dont too,
i hate it when you hover,
i hate it when you cry,
i hate it when you leave me,
and i hate it when you say bye,
oh mother, oh mother,
you get upset when i do wrong,
but u get happy when i write a song,
i never understand u,
believe me i never do,
but i love u, i love u, i love u
when u cry i cry,
when u smile i do,
your so strong,
and in the end u dont do wrong,
your the melody of the song,
you always know everything,
and ill always wait on ur ring,
cuz when i hear ur voice,
i become happy,
mother oh mother,
i love u so,
please forgive me for all my wrongs,
and believe that it wont be long,
before i become like u,
i know its too good to be true,
and i will never be,
but i will accept the real me,
mother I LOVE U!
She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...
Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,
'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'
That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
I cherish you,
If you cherish me.
You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...
There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
She tied my shoes
when I was young
she was there with me
before my life had even begun
he smile was the first thing
that I ever saw
she was there for my first steps
her face filled with awe
she held me when I cried
and sometimes she'd cry too
she was the person that I went to
whenever I felt blue
now she'll watch me walk
across the stage to leave
with a smile so full of joy
you'd have to see it to believe
she'll smile as she hugs me
fighting back some tears
as memories flood her mind
recalling all past years
then she'll let me go
all too soon for me
sending me to my future
to my destiny
A Ride With Mom
All alone in bed
Tonight I am dreaming of the dead
Mom and I were in the car driving
I had no idea where we would be arriving
It was a sunny day
Mom didn’t have much to say
Then suddenly I awoke
This ride was no joke
All these questions in my head
This always happens to me with a visit from the dead
What did Mom want to tell me
Did she just want to share Thanksgiving Glee
So now Mom’s presence in my dream
Sends me to my desk to write down my mental stream
I haven’t dream’t of Mom in years
Not since the Funeral Fears
It’s Two AM in the mourn
Writing this poem is this how Love is born
I will tell my new Lady Friend
About my dream and what I have penned
Did Mom want to hear about Caroline
The Spanish Mexican Beauty who is Divine
Long Luscious Black Hair
A Beautiful Face Beyond Compare
An Angel’s Voice
I have no choice
Her spell is starting to take hold of me
The sight of her can send any man to his knee
Her aroma is intoxicating
I think she is much more than a Fall Fling
Saturday I will give her a purple and white rose
This woman has driven me to write prose
Well I guess it is my turn to take a Female Chance
Maybe we will both find romance
Is this why Mom took me for a ride tonight
To show me my search for Love is finally in sight
Only time will tell if Mom is right
That Caroline will be my darling delight
growing up my mama always said you will fall in love but it would'nt last.
my mom was right and now all is the past.
she would say they would say anything just to get to you.
why everything your mama say always come out to be true.
she would say don't do them wrong just cause they did you that way.
a smile of a better person all because what my mama say.
i use to say she don't no nothig cause everyone is not the same.
a wake up call made it change.
i use to not believe nothing my mom would say.
believe it all cause she will be right in a way.
now i go to my mom with advise.
because even no she sometimes wrong she always right.
In the break of dawn you rise to greet
The first streak of sunlight rising from mountain crest
Your silhouette roams the four corners of your domain
With rolled up sleeves ready for the day
Each day your sweat brings comfort and peace
As you work while children are asleep
As they wake up smile painted on their cheeks
For a warm welcome and early morning feast
Warm embrace and encouraging words
Of wisdom and patience, unyielding virtues
Reminders enfolding young minds in troupe
While treading a road with wisdom they go
For once I stop, take off my hat
Sublime, unconditional, divine creation
Amidst the turbulence besetting this world,
Deserving admiration, and love most of all.
She and I in a way are very much alike
We both resemble one another
I am her only son
And she is my mother
She has done a lot of things
That has caused many family members pain
She worries her mom and dad half to death
While I feel she will make me go insane
She has abused drugs and alcohol
For as long as everyone can remember
She then unintentionally conceived a child
And then in Nineteen Eighty-Nine on the Nineteenth of November
She gave birth to a baby son
She gave me my name
And then soon after that she would run
Away from all her troubles and responsibilities
But no matter what she has done
I will always love her
Because I am my mother’s son
And she will always have a place in my heart
Running fastly down the hall
Turning the corner into the kitchen
His mom standing
Cutting the carrots
He stands well mannered
Dressed in black dress pants
A white dress shirt
His mom waves her finger at him
"No, Kurt, you dont wear colored socks with dress pants"
She walks over to him
Taking off his socks
A frown falls upon his face
"there just socks mom" He replies sarcasticly
He walks back to his room
Changing into white bland socks
~Years go by- Kurt is 15~
"Kurt!?" his mom yells from the top of the stairs
"yes?" He comes running down in a metallica shirt
Ripped jeans and converse shoes that have holes in them
"what are you wearing? we have to go to church, wear something nicer, why do you have to wear that stupid shirt, why cant you just be normal?" She walks away yelling at him
walking down the stairs in his outfit, Walks outside and walks down the street
"kurt?! get back here" she yells
He keeps walking
Walks further until he hits the end of the block
His mom cursing at him from afar
He sits on the corner of the street
and yells " im not going to church, im buddhist"
she stands in shock that her son has said that
She walks to the car and leaves him there
He goes back inside the house and writes her a letter
"Mom, I am 15 almost 16, Let me dress how i want, i dont want to be like everyone else, im my own person, you might not see it, but i do, and i do not wantto be bland anymore, im ready for something more exciting, wearing what i want, and not going to church, im buddhist, things have changed, you cant boss me around anymore, im getting tired of it sooner or later your going to loose me, your to busy yelling at me and how i dress to even sit and spend time with me, so im gone, i have better things to do then to just sit here and act all happy when im not. so goodbye mom have fun being boring"
Things might not actually be that bad
If she would have just let me be myself
I was never me when i was there
I was one of them
And thats something i never wanted