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Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

The 996th Poem

Fulfilled fantasies and legitimate realities…you do know how to please…
Are you listening to my voice of longing and yearning?
No, don’t backstab me with your broken promises…stop being a horrid tease…
Do not worry, Lord, I am still constantly…learning…

God is here…

I’m scared, so unprepared… my flames are flared…
I’m impaired by depression wars I have fought over the years
Just a hair, faced this nightmare and no one cared
Slayed by the mocking sanity of society…reduced me to tears…

Healing is near…

Exceedingly exasperated by your empty empathy 
Vacant stares flood the room in despair and envy
I adore you, you’re my door of countless opportunities and yet, time flies
Play me on the radio again and again and you’ll find where your heart lies 

Don’t worry, dear…

Rising in the moment of remarkable letdowns
I had a miscarriage of misery a long time ago
You blew up my cellphone with texts, calls and happy frowns
I can do this, I have done this before, I…know…

Cower away from sheer fear that veers the head…don’t let it appear…
 
Yank away from my dreams…
Turn me on with your musical talents and interests alike
Broken by the useless seams…
Ride me like your favorite, childhood bike…I let go of the mic

Therapeutic aftershocks draw near to me…honey, don’t shed a tear…

Get off of my chest, heart attacks of our love from below above
I’m chasing the water under the bridge over you, can’t you sea? No possibly…no possibility…
Can’t you just leave me be?
I swear without cussing, I was being sincere with my speech you knew not of
My flow is far from yours, so don’t intertwine with my flow of ecstatic me, in need of being free
Can’t you leave my side for now?
Just leave my presence somehow…

Jealousy is key to the gates of selfish ambition, so don’t have the spirit of jeer

You served as a distraction more or less
Sorry I got you in this hell-heaven of a mess
Everything can last a while, but not forever
It is impossible to say what is on my mind whatsoever
I’m a Positive Poe and a Silly Seuss all over again…so, cheers! 
Raise up your wine cups and bubblin’ beers…

My request is to kiss your lips, so warm and lovely
In my tamest dreams, I’ve looked all over for you…you were lying on stones and stix
I am raptured in this love affair; barely breathing, baby...
Do it again…do it again – the verbal abuse is a bruise I fix…you are as hard as billion brix

Going Justin Beiber on you...disappointed, you scoot away from me…drove me to laughter tears…

Plastic reality can’t undo what has happened to me in the past…I’m the mast in Antarctica, left behind at last 
It is the captive soul that needs some healing…I seek something more than what meets the eyes
You are Australia and I am America…opposite directions…we drifted our separate ways oh so vast and fast
Cast away this sorrow from my sullen cheeks and these eyes that are like mood rings daily…it’s best if you don’t ask your what’s and why’s

Instead, you go Lady Gaga on me – good one! At least I’m not going Demi Lovato on you, my wandering deer

Wipe away these lament drops from my cloudy eyes
Because they won’t even consider my cry for help, but hopeless like withered kelp 
Ripen me with radiance and reveal to me no sly lies
No vulgar talk please…he speaks genuine words and hear my helpless, muffled yelp 

If I was your man, I’d be the happiest man alive…like Rihanna that arrives in Los Angeles for the first time…I’m getting it on poetically and popically up in here

I got you in chains in my heart…you feeling it? Are you ready? Do I need to feed you regretti?
You ain’t coming out of my ribcage
Try to plan an escape route…just try and give up already…here’s a celebrated fail with confetti
You make me feel this painless rage

I bit my Cyrus Tongue…hold your tongue before the fire consumes all…or if you whisper it in my ears, you’ll reduce me to ashes...nowhere to roam it appears…

You shelter me with laughter and peace disaster
I don’t understand the words you utter, but I know it screams out those hear-me-out’s
I can’t make out how we made it through this hardship that has torn us asunder 
My ears will listen to you acutely, so I’ll be your butter on warm toast when you let out your desire shouts

Killing me alive by your sensual and passionate nature that give me dream infatuationmares…my obsession towards you is dastardly, disturbingly serpentine to my evanescent heart of stone in a sight’s gleam

I need saving, for I am caving…fell victim to lustful, ugly craving
It takes me to levels of languishing hopes
I know I was unfaithful and misbehaving…force-fed your raving 
My voice of angst anguish…it still mopes

I know my rights and wrongs…
Catastrophe connection lost its link and my positivity peace is in the brink of spring – so, in winter, I sing these sad, sad songs

I was the class clown…in pointless, humor town 
Now, I’m the loner in class
Let’s not categorize others and put everyone down 
I am lost in a multitude alas

Inside and out, I have the hearts for you… and you had no clue
Through silence and shouts, I’m blue without you… so true…

I freaked out suddenly…
It puzzled me and bewildered you too…I’m sorry for my cyber-outburst
Dating goes bad madly…
Needed you really badly, but you were…oblivious of it, it seemed at first

Whistling to myself in a blissful moment of musical, magical muse…
I speak mindlessly with my imaginary friends and it’s amusing because I have some good and bad news…
My Silly Seuss released from my writing of childish conniving
Emerge from the volcanic vanity, scorching…warped-up writhing… 
After being verse-tracked, I have some good and bad news: 

I passed for being the biggest loser on Earth
I failed on being a good leader…
Mirth gives birth to a rebirth of faith hearth 
Okay, fine…I’ll be a follower…

Remember, I am titaniumb and I am Rated R for Recovery 
December, the month in embers…January is a new discovery

Hang on the ceiling, chandelier fear 
The spotlight is on me…once and for all…
After all I’ve said and done, I’m of cheer
Because I fear no more…996th poem, y’all…

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Terry O'Leary | Details |

Now And Then And Now Again

                   1
Though still within our infancy,
we strive and thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys the planet's harmony,
lays waste to life within the sea,
and all in name of vanity.

Who dares our spheroid's symmetry
by doubting Nature's regnancy
defying laws, like gravity,
affirms a fatal fallacy…

for, centered on the 'world of we',
we feed our vain insanity
on thoughts beyond eternity -
seems strange when looked at cosmically.

Perchance there is no remedy
for those in shadow's prophecy -
unless we handle skillfully,
as clay we'll pay the penalty.

                   2
The Moguls rule with cruel decree,
control the crowds like puppetry,
pursuing greed addictively
with no accountability.

The winds, they reek of Royalty
(that's bathed in  suds of treachery)
and blow across the peasantry
left gasping in their pungency.

The Queen, so steeped in snobbery,
sits, preening proud Her pedigree,
on throne of ash and ebony
while sipping Sekt immodestly;

to sate Her Regal Majesty,
a caviar clad canapé
is served with golden cutlery
by maidens bent submissively. 
 
The King is bailed from bankruptcy
by Knaves who hoodwink artfully
the down-and-outer evictee
who wallows in their lenity.

Forsooth, the Money Monarchy
ordains the dollar dynasty
portending highway robbery
by Peacocks plumed in finery,

for Jesters and the Fools agree
to dabble in duplicity
while stripping masses witlessly.
Long live the peon's penury!

                   3
To justify the oddity
that one plus one is sometimes three,
one reaches to theodicy,
takes paths of circularity.

In bygone trials of travesty
the doubters, draped in blasphemy,
endured the pain and agony
inflicted by the papacy.

Inspired by the Trinity
fanatics bent cosmology
in geocentric fantasy
while Bruno burned for heresy;

and aged  women, fruitlessly
(while racked and wrenched), begged clemency
from justice framed in infamy,
but set ablaze for witchery.

That epoch of credulity
(when savants fostered sorcery
and practiced ancient alchemy)
arose in dark age quackery

as clerics dripping piety
(while raging, raving rabidly)
pervaded thralled society
with callous inhumanity;

'repent', they bellowed, 'verily,
forsake the world's iniquity,
live lives of want and chastity,
and give your gelt to God through me'

                   4
The Masters make a mockery 
of freedom and democracy
by holding down the uppity,
released from shackled of slavery,

now fettered in a factory
else strewn across the Bowery,
still chained in bonds of bigotry,
immersed in seas of poverty.

And colliers, tapping balefully
in sunken-mine solemnity,
yet thrum a mournful monody
some call the digger's elegy.

To children, pale and raggedy
(behind a day of drudgery),
the boss man, oh so gallantly,
presents a penny, niggardly;

though some are fed (belatedly),
their eyes recede in apathy 
while bellies swell, inflatedly,
with mothers watching, wretchedly.

When met with health adversity
or broken bone infirmity,
the pauper dangles helplessly
with no  insurance policy;

and those  engulfed in lunacy
are ailing blobs left floating free
through psycho-dream obscurity -
a dire death row odyssey.

Forgetting mankind's unity,
our rich and poor dichotomy
breeds empty doomed finality,
eventual nihility.

                   5
Just as in days of chivalry,
wild warriors fighting forcefully
bring freedom neath the gallows tree
while blending blood and burgundy

to toast the slaughtered enemy,
or else convince the colony
to cede with smile on bended knee
and yield her diamonds, silk and tea.

At first they call the cavalry
and then again the infantry,
so proudly primped in panoply,
and armed from finest armory

(embraced in hands so tenderly),
inflict benign atrocity -
but soon atomic weaponry
will cancel our posterity.

                   6
Misusing high technology
(to feed the face of gluttony)
depletes our Rock of energy,
now slowly dying thermally.

Our gadgets breathing CFC
fuel ozone holes' immensity 
while cloud bursts, raining acidly,
wilt woods in their entirety,

and rivers, tainted chemically,
polluted biologically,
refill our cups methodically
and drown our souls organically.

Adjusting genes mechanically 
may well blot out the bumble bee
annulling fruits' fecundity,
but brings big bucks reliably.

We wager perpetuity
to revel  momentarily
in shadow-like obscurity
ignoring the futility,

but if we bet unknowingly 
on fickle fate's contingency
and thereby act haphazardly
we're doomed to lose the lottery.

                   7
The mildly mad bureaucracy
so often lacks coherency
when raping rules abundantly
but offers no apology. 

They paint the past in reverie
when, slyly comes the tendency 
to take away our privacy	
which paves the way to tyranny.

With earlobes lurking furtively
that listen surreptitiously,
and eyeballs peering doggedly,
we've lost our mental sovereignty,

and those who dare to disagree
must hide away in secrecy
else perch in penitentiary
with water board anxiety.

                   8
Yes, sans responsibility,
our marble in this galaxy
will crumble in catastrophe
ere ever reaching puberty…

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Fixated Freefall

Falling away,
Away from your embrace
Day by day,
Washing away my face
In the mirror before me...
I ran the race with determination and fury...
I took the correction that God had in mind for me all along...but yet, I still wandering around, wondering where you've been...
It's shown by the beads of sweat I excrete with pride
It's shown by the tears I've cried...the pain I bask in 
And the giving-up feeling I hide
Doubt drowns my sky high spirit that let out rays of the sun during joyous days
Optimism orgasms fulfill my inner being...
Pessimism's prism follows me around...illuminati signs are left unseeing...
Because I used to see them all around me - the eyes, the shapes, the vile hatred that's masked with happy dread
That's enough!!
Life can be so tough...
Satan has ruined most of me
But, not all of me, I see
So fixated on my free falls and downfalls along with it
Too tired to think or feel or speak in this perilous pit
You think I'm attractive
In my pain that's active?
Do you think me interactive
When I yearn for your ears that are keen and attentive

You can't see these tears...
I shed
You can't mend these years...
We had
We can change our future
Instead...
Your words hurt me future...
I'm sad
I'm mad
I'm glad
I'm rad
I'm bad
You're the best thing I never had I can't deny 
I'm the best thing you never had no doubt added
What's the difference between you and I? 
I'm stronger than I realize...that saying is underrated and I'm glad I landed...
On my two feet on thin ice
Roaming around like field mice...
Trying to avoid being in your paws
That will end up in your mouth and jaws 
Devoured like a dinner plate shatters due to mere gravity 
You will never understand this dilemma I've gone through sadly 

Just stop...
Being so fixated on me and my downfalls 
Can't stop...
The
Drop 
|
V
That lands into your hands, an aftershock of my countless free falls 

I have gave in to failure
I have given up success 
No more mister wimpy, loser guy, championship is miles apart from me 
No more mister know-it-all, prideful confidence from me anymore...I see...

Just 
Helplessly, Hopelessly...
Fixated on my free falls
Still
Waiting oh so hopefully
To be accepted in your halls
Of jadedless paradise
In your arms is where I belong
I am the island's sand and sun in your shiny sea eyes 
You're the wilderness on the island...the palm trees swaying to and fro...among...
The other wild jaguars that wildly swarm
Around 3 innocent monkeys that has done more help than harm
You, in your heroic bravery mode, saves the poor fellows...
But the predators of the jungle attacked you so...they murdered you and ate you up until you were remains of reds, greens, blues and yellows

You sacrificed yourself
RIP, friend from the start
In fact, I, myself,
Is like you, an abstract abyss art
That was flushed down the toilet...
A fixated free fall with ever-sighing regret
It wasn't our fault it happened...
Now, we lay in our watery bed
We are small, but significant and mighty like puny mice...
That barely survived a traumatic experience - rapidly running away from the cat that is hungry and not-so-nice

Venture into my world of mirrored distress 
Graze in my maze of an attitude of gratitude and eustress 
You're my lullaby before i fall asleep in your arms
Your charming ways got me under your spectacular spell of enchanting charms

Darkness consumes
When you assume
The worst of me blooms
Blooms dire doom
I shed my Crimson Blood
All for your name's sake
Pull down your hood, bud
Just give me a break...before I break...
Push on the brake before you crash into me
Fixated on our freefalls of blasphemed fantasy
Stars are scarlet with your scar lit in the skies of goodbye's
Scars never mend when this is the end...couch-ridden and going through my bipolar highs 
Then...a crash from the helicopter flight
I can't stop loving you and I won't stop doing so till the sun kissed a farewell to the midnight 
Smoking the cigarette of regret...
Trying to light up the shadows in hiding
Provoking me to fury and jumping off cliffs of colliding cares before I get ensnared by corruption's net 
Catastrophes grow like weeds in this town of terror
I fell in love with disbelief
I fear your anger and your resentment-painted picture 
I shatter like glass grief...

Shower
Me
With
Brief
Relief
Please...
Put my cranium 
At ease
Before I get consumed by numb and dumb shame...marinated in rebellion's rum...dominated by fooldumb 

I still have the bizarre devil horns above my crooked halo
I'm still that troll fairy, hovering around you 
The wicked wind blew me to you just so that you know
I'm still your darling devil from the first time I met till I live no more...for, I'll be always sick with the love flu

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Robert Amure | Details |

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 3

Ask your friend, neighbour or even a stranger newly-met
Have they ever been damaged by a ‘trust’ ….now turned ‘regret’?
Most men, if not all, have fashioned their character on personal experience
Yet these damned hypocrites are themselves guilty of immoral expedience.
Want more proof of man’s aggressiveness and simple-mindedness?
Rouse the rabble; accuse the blameless .. now watch the rabble’s madness!


I’ve known women who ‘play the field’, cheat the man, and take on a lover
He bends over backwards to please her; she bends over forwards to please another.
Many-a-woman puts up with the pompous man rather than cause a palaver
Now I hear that one quarter children belong not to father, but the lover of the mother.
So, where lies the fault: the man, the woman, or that incorrigible Casanova?
Because if the man had done right by the woman, would there be all this bother?


Many men shall read my words, and with indignity, they shall flinch
Others, though outraged, shall take it all with salt - perhaps a pinch.
Live on in denial, if you must - there’s far greater comfort there
Give in to ignorance, if you want - there’s far more greater cheer.
My words may seem outrageous; my sentiments may appear spurious 
But  outspoken are the courageous and truth [really] does make men furious!


Man’s failings and failures through seasons - complete and malevolent.
Dire Spring, Summer, Autumn, …and now - ‘The Winter of Our Discontent’
There is but one man ever complete - Iesous Khristos Theou Hyiòs, Soter, 
By way of the Good Book, His invite is for all, so ‘Respondez S’il Vous Plait’.
And for the sake of the lost sheep He cried:  ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani'?
Salvation of the pious is founded; ‘in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti’.


To every man who thinks he’s untainted; Yourself deceive.
To every man that thinks he’s not a cheat; That’s  just make-believe
To all men that steal, plunder and breaks hearts; Your demise you weave
To all men that are still atheists and agnostics; I’ll make you believe.
To those men who love ‘misery’ and proliferate ‘hate’; You’ll never achieve.
To those men who profess probity and integrity; Please make me believe.


I am the Pessimistic Philanthropist …..that’s by design.
The Third Child of the Morrow - by Divine Assign.
I am Thefragmentedgenius, the i am of The I Am by default.
Call me what you will, my ‘all’ is of the Scriptural Vault.
I am the Jack of All Trades, Master of None - that’s me...
Ab Uno Disce Omnes…I look and learn by the Grace of The Holy He.


I am avowed to protect the woman and the child from man’s rampage
For the truth is: neither can withstand the brutality of his pillage
In the inevitable throes of human conflict and disasters,
Therein shall you find the pompous males; beastly masters.
I have imagined the darkest possible thoughts of man’s lewd lubricity
And I shudder for a Creator; for nothing can compare to the reality.


It is true, I too am man - of flesh - subject to Life’s forces
But my choices are of heart and mind …Heaven’s causes.
Even from the womb, I ‘asked not for whom the bells toll’…
For I knew I’d wandered into the world of the tortured soul.
‘Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter!!!’ it read, as I left the maternal girth
Somewhere, I’d taken the wrong turn - and ended up on this Earth!!!


Let your debates and dialogues of Nature/Nurture rage on
Blame the father, blame the son; or blame The Father and The Son.
Of all the men under the Sun you call the celeb a bad icon
But when all is said and done, the fault is yours - from break of dawn.
Created by apathy, fashioned by  both mankind and society
With no remorse, no humility, and with certainty; no piety.


I’ve seen men that are bad; I’ve been there, done deeds of shame
But evil shall never become me, and I never played the hurt game.
I could have been bad, very bad, even badder than the best of them
But I made a choice, albeit conscious, for the Divine apophthegm
Because those that, with the last breath, utter the Final Commendation
Shall find peace from that which is the Cyclic Condemnation.


TFG 81.5.8 (2014)


in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti (Latin) - In The Name of The Father & Son & Holy Spirit

Iesous Khristos Theou Hyiòs, Sot?r, (Greek) - Jesus Christ Son of God, Saviour

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani (Aramaic) - My God, My God, Why Have You Forsaken Me?

Ab Uno Disce Omnes (Latin) - From One Learn All

Respondez S’il Vous Plait (French) - Will you please respond.

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

The Inception: God is Alwayz Good -part 1-

Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I’m not one of those multi-taskers…
But I am a risk-taker… 
I’m not a math whiz neither am I a science freak
But, I’m reaching to the peak…to the peak…
Of total success…I’m finally making progress 
I can’t unveil the flavorless fears in my brain…
I got to rip them out of my insides
You whip me like the Romans did to Christ…
You crucified me…selfish, fat, ugly, dirty, little…cravings…
Devour someone else your own size…
Fleeting happiness has come to pass…
Why am I the only one you prize? 
Eyes are on me…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Bad reputation rapes me…
I lie in wait in the ruins of my emotional debris
Empty in a vacant moment…
You’re my work of dazzling art…
My cravings keep hunting me down like game
And I-I’m in the death-cart…
Lost…paying the cost…I’m just skin and bones
Lost in burnt paradise…
Trampled down by heartless lies
Delusional dreams taunt me now…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Heartbroken…
you can’t fix what has been broken
Jaded Corruption messed me up…
The voices in my head
In my head
In my head
Tell me to give up…
Is that my inner voice from the core of my heart?
Are the demons planning revenge against me? My hope tears apart…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
What will tomorrow bring? 
I hope sincerely that positivity
Will pour fourth God’s rain instead of this negativity,
Crowning me with sin-infested remedies
Stop spewing out the lies
I’m sick of hearing the endless goodbyes
I said goodnight…I never meant to leave you behind
Why is your heart, beating with fright? Let yourself unwind 
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Brainwashed…sorrow’s reigning upon me…if only…if only…
The voices in my head will fade away…leaving no room for rejoicing…unfortunately
The silence is brewing chaos in my mind
The peace-abiding angels are calling me…
I must follow the voice at the end of the tunnel and soon, I’ll find…
That it was all in my head…faith, hope and love – set me free
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Stop ganging up on me, children of the Fallen Angels…
Their nature is pure evil from all angles…
But, they hide it with sugarcoated ecstasy…
Stay away from those…those…
Those fowl creatures…
Listen listen listen to your teachers…
Why would you be head over heels over this demon of sinister features?
I walked away with satisfaction slipping out of my mouth…
There’s things I cannot explain…my addictions take over me…
You smoked me out like a rotten cigarette…I’m north and you’re south
Beauty is full of flaws these days…Feeling strange in my skin…where shall I flee?
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Prince Rage | Details |

Oppressor and the oppressed

Oppressor and the oppressed.

Who is the oppressed and who is the oppressor?
Who has the right to beat a random person on the street?
Who has the right when to pronounce a person guilty or to see that they is the victim?
Who has the jurisdiction to carry a gun and to unload on a random person because of the way they is playing life's game?

There is a president but he has a nation that needs to be run, there is a mayor but he or she needs to govern protection and education for every man,woman, and child. There is those who vote and those who do not, there is those who KILL for a FEE and those who KILL to protect those who threaten and attempt to poison their feed. 

In the Crayola box there is over 8 colors and how many of them do you see fighting to maintain a piece of land that doesn't even have their name? These colors have managed to get along but why has us as artist slander there good name? 

You may agree we should be free, others may agree to lock them away, the third party may vote that we should have a Hunger Game and declare a winner from each district and let them be reminded by name and plaque.

Will it not be funnier if things went back to being the same before the post-Europeans, before the ice age, before slavery, before time itself? Before evolution, before the industrial revolution, do you believe it will solve the conflict of today? Do you believe it will create a new name of a newer society that is under a different system?

The enforcers enforce a punishment that themselves would not want to see happen to people of there kind, the victim sometimes is the guilted, the drugs may make a person a bit deranged or even appearance may look strange. But deep within their brain hides another person who has experienced a pain that became so unbearable so they hid behind a false name. Drinking, smoking, feeling of looking at trees in 3-D is all the same when you are being called a different name, but let it not change you into something that you did not dream of to be. 

Look at me, I am me, you may see prince, others may see another black person, another person may ask me name and they may read my palms and tell me that I carry. Both a Spanish and African name that I was originally given to from birth. But hey life is a curse. You can argue with what happened in the past but will that change the date of today's oncoming past!

But the most funniest thing about our past is how much we cherish it and pray for its ways to be continued on today. But look around you what do you see... I won't say any name for my name is not even copyrighted, BUT EVERYBODY WANTS TO START A RIOT! I look at the people around me and I think how can you say that we need to bring change when your thinking and doing the same as the person who once stabbed you in the back?

I'm not saying don't hate the Man, I'm not saying say **** THE POLICE, I'm not saying that the president is part of some dummy corporation, I'm not saying that their isn't a war that has begun, but if you choose to believe what you hear than you will get what you perceive to be your reality!

I'm not saying don't go to school, I'm not saying don't drink, smoke weed, or snort yayo, I'm not saying that you have to rob and be branded a theft, I'm not saying that you shouldn't give love a chance, but everything is up to thee on how thou wants to perceive the world.

I'm not saying that if you close your eyes you will dream, I'm not saying that if you smoke crack you will become a fiend, I'm not saying that THERE IS NO DEMONS ONLY REASONS, I'm not saying that if youse look into the mirror you will see another person in your eyes, I'm not saying that the soul lies behind the eyes. But if you believe the lies you will think that when the truth is told you will think that, that is the lie.

There is a oppressor and there is there oppressed. There is the depressed and there is the depression that we all feel. There is two eyes but they act as one. Nobody asked to be POOR, nobody asked to have WEALTH,nobody asked to have POOR HEALTH, nobody asked to be born with ways that needs to confine to limited space.
But hey the more you believe the lies. The more that you have to believe you will be confined Into thinking that this life is a lie. 

There will be battles, but instead of battling and slandering. Why don't we make our voices be heard like that over a beat slapped with claps and a set of drums. Kicking the  inside of ears.

Let us prevent the internal bleeding of our heart that is beating (BREATHING)!

Fin! 

Copyright © Prince Rage | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Timothy Hicks | Details |

The Truth is Still the Truth

I'm searching far and wide for the facts, getting my hands dirty in the process
When we conquer nations, I say bloodshed and they say progress
I have no desire to be burned at the stake
Simply practicing freedom of speech for Pete's sake
I know it's gonna hurt like none else when I reveal these secrets
But in this case ignorance ain't bliss, so I'm keeping true with no regrets
I've learned way too much and dug too deep to pretend I didn't see what I saw
I get disgusted when they tell me to keep quiet
cause I might just break some obscure law
They call me disrespectful and unpatriotic when I display any kind of negativity
But aren't they equally so when they throw me in a cell when I simply don't agree?
Cause at the end of the day, when all is said and done, the truth is still the truth
And I know when I say that I run the risk of hanging from a noose
But if you don't speak up, for fear of ridicule, either way you're gonna lose
It doesn't really matter if I offend the way you think
All I wanna do is offer you my hand, I don't want you to sink
in the sea of lies, those people behind the scenes are so proud of
The time for silence is finally over, the world has had quite enough
We aren't sheep in line waiting for the slaughter
We are brothers, sisters, sons and daughters!
And don't get me wrong I support the troops, just not the war
Does anyone honestly know what we're fighting for?
Stop hacking at the branches of evil, and grab at the roots
When the truth lies ahead, it's worth getting mud on your boots
I wanna let you know that your heart might shatter when I say this
I know you might be calling me crazy or disturbed, but I accept that risk
I'd like to honor the victims of 9/11 - but the investigation was a sick joke
If you're eating while reading this, for the love of God, don't choke
I need you to spread the word and really ask the hard questions
Any race and any nation is capable of performing crimes too foul to mention
Even our own (though reputedly god-blessed) is no exception
The building fell six seconds flat, from an illogical jet fuel blast
The fact it wasn't hot enough for fuel to explode, no one bothered to explain that
The kamikaze Arabs that flew the plane, a few are still alive, living in their home country
Just give 'em a ring and and say how's it going, oh and by the way,
"How did you defy your own mortality?"
Did you know a cool 60 mil was spent on digging into Clinton's love life?
Yet only a fraction of that was spent trying to figure out
who ordered the extermination of over a thousand lives...
Seems to me some poor sap is getting paid big bucks to drink the Kool Aid
Seems to me someone's laughing their head off while the rest of are getting played
Don't take my word it, I'm just one person after all, start your own research
All I'm asking is for you to think for yourself, and don't get too cozy on your perch
Pay close attention when they advance two steps only to jump back one
And when you notice you gotta catch them in the act, not after its already done
This isn't political opinion; the loss of human life is just something I don't condone
Life is just way too precious to be debating the humaneness of drones
Yeah, I support our brave troops, so for once do what's right and send 'em back home!



NOTE: I didn't write this for creative purposes, for this is no laughing matter, but a serious issue. What happened on the day of 9/11 was one of the most appalling crimes in recent history - please, don't listen to the basic news stations and take it for absolute truth. There are over a hundred contradictions in the "official story" they give out. What I mentioned in this rap is just bread crumbs compared to the whole story. The majority of people won't even consider the slightest possibility that 9/11 was an inside job (even when countless facts and holes in their story, lead one to believe that's exactly what it was). It is an absolute disgrace to the victims of 9/11, to leave the investigation in such obscurity and unanswered questions. This is not politics here... these are human beings we are talking about. I beg of you to not just take my word for it, but start your own research. There are several very thorough documentaries on the subject, that were put together by small groups of people eager to find the truth. Loose Change is a good one.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by evrod samuel | Details |

The City And The State Of Play Today

THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of 
The raid
 Grab 
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money 
Any which way 
While Using up all of society’s communal resources

Sharks abound
The waters are forever bloody as they 
Know no fraternity and would gladly 
Cannibalize anyone with no influence 
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic 
In a bullish machismo drenched environment 

Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
About unfairness
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality 
They employ better paid lobbyist 
So always have the upper hand 
In influencing policy 

The gravitational attraction of money 
Towards another even bigger pot of money 
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view 
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense 
And even decency 
Fat cats they all wish to be 

The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace 
They are champions of graft not of society 

Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians 
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone 
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
 When begging for a lighter sentence 
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public

Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Overwhelms bureaucracy 
Who is not David to the goliath that is money

The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich

Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money 
Infrastructure and new runways must be built 
But not from the pocket of those who wish it 

With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please 
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient 

Disadvantaging society by  
Never paying their fair and moral share 
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share 
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills

Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
Are allowed 
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind 
Is never seen for the look forward 
Never backward 
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment 

The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best 
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government 
Ensures that self-interest is king 

An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply 
That is as real as a thief’s conscience 
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers 

Money must always be made for 
There is no alternative 
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness

The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity  

Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by nobody important | Details |

Dead Man Tales

Dead Man Tales
shards of glass pearl the emperor's rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies, 

do not deceive yourself , my friend.
in the twilight of our beings our corruption merges and blends.

there is no pride. no honour.
no love remains in the barren 'morrow.

feeble and frail our hopes lift to the sky,
a mother's wish , a child's cry

the poison, you see, lies within you and me, 
an intricate clockwork of apathetic machinery,

tell me my friend;

when will our blind gaze shy past the egoism and brutality,
that are so elegantly embroiled upon the fabrics of society

through the silky threads of greed and immorality,
which, much like our desires, overlap and intertwine within the hollowness of this reality.

so that our tongue may be freed from the taboos and profanity,
which mist veils the flaws of humanity.

stumbling forth in the dead of the night, 
the ghastly vapours still in sight,

drunk in hazardous stupor for what we fail to conceive,
our seven kings, eternal 

...and us , their dreaded queen.


my friend;

we preach visions of spiritual elevation,
gullible bricks held together by the mortar of hypocrisy and temptation,

within our very temples of hopelessness and arbitrary salvation, 
we poison ourselves with the ivy that stems from the gullibility of creation,

the incense smoke of holy righteousness pours down our visage,
as our pilgriming soul wanders through the dark brume mirage,

feeble flames clawing through the blissful night, 
plunging to middle-earth as our wings shrivel and melt,  

... my friend, why are you scared?

you lit those very candles ... that now betray your flight,
head low, eyes closed , but still looking for the light,

now their hands weigh heavy on your fleeting mind,
quenching your thirst... making you blind.

... do not loose yourself in the etherial stream,
fading away in those emerald waters,

a lost man,
a fleeting dream,

wake up! open your eyes!!
thou art a sailor lost in a sea of lies,

lost? yes.
but blessed with the ability of thought,

research , think ... write,
until the the fumes of doubt are thinned to nought

yet what can a single man do against the currents and tides?
a maelstrom of ink that all encompasses and hides,

I see you ... you evil sprites , 
armed with the gleaming mirrors of media oppression,

shining "truth" on all blights,
fabricating ignorance  and regression,

brewing the cauldron stirs,
as fair is foul and foul is fair,

through the lies of a pen,
we wage war out of thin air,

How many drops is a life worth?
How many parents must we soil deep inside the earth?

critical thinking is key my friend, 
the truth wears no tie,

and no matter how innocent ,
a lie stays a lie,

contorted and bent they snicker and pry,
but soon the wells of patience shall run dry,

fear that very day;
O devils in disguise,

for when the lambs ascend to lions,
they shall finally realise,

that no matter how many times we try,
to be mindlessly ruled is highly unwise;

'tis a world ruled be the flames of wealth and success,
no place for a newborn's innocence and a mother's loving caress,

for when in the 70's the cross kisses the hand ,
and souls become the currency for land,

may the silence of the innocent,
quell the dogs of war,

or the guilty's void,
unleash an atomic roar,

My friend,
'tis bitterness that which you sense in my voice,

as surely as the wind sails the routes of immigration,
the dollar controls the fate of a nation,

to forgive is not to forget, 
neither racism, nor slavery or national debt,

to forge forth conscious of the past,
to the promised existence of prosperity at last,

one must first reflect and instruct,
so that our youth may grow smart; in a world that is violent and abrupt.

as the dove coos humanity to sleep,
my mind still hazy as I drift in deep,

may a  lotus  bloom on this summer's eve,
as the dukes arms drive a new millennia's breeze,

and humanity , a firefly;
takes to the sky.

Copyright © nobody important | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Handsome Hurts

Mysteries unveil
Thank the God Most High I have a roof on my head
Eyes that shine and lost in paradise
1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
I dance in a miraculous moment of mesmerizing wars
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…


1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
You and I fire me up with the words Belong and Alone
I dance in a miraculous moment of mesmerizing wars
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Assuming no one cares…everyone chooses to stare…
Maybe I can feel you in my skin…in my skin…
My picturesque kin hang out with me…where had you gone and when shall we begin?
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…


1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
Bleeding…you son of a bastard…feeding on you like a vulture, the ugly bird
I’m stubborn with my flowers…and wasted hours…independence rips me open
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Assuming no one cares…everyone chooses to stare…
Chaos crafts me creativity in mind…in mind…
Subside from my side!!!!! Subside from my side!!!!!! Subside from myyyyy side!!!!!
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…

Burst me open like a bubble if you dare…
Pay me with cranium numbness…
It’s my skill to kill…to kill…
The pill is swallowing me…
The pill is swallowing me!!!!
THE PILL IS SWALLOWING MEEEEEEE!!!!!!! RAHHHH!
AHHHHH! 
AHHHHHHHHH!

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shying away from the light of delight
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
He told me to shut up and now what?
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
Shadows…reflections…

SHADOWS!!!! REFLECTIONS!!!
SHADOWS!!!! REFLECTIONS!!!!
Look at me…Hello? Can you see me? See me?
Hanging out with the gang…
LOOOK AT ME… Hello? Can’t you see me? See me?
Just doin’ my thang…thang…

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


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