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THE SILENCE OF A SANCTIFIED SONG
I was seeking and sank into a sanctuary
It wasn’t lonely although I was all alone
From there I went to a mortuary
And wished I was but rotting bone
No flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
Just my corpse in a coffin of brass
I still can’t say why I yearned to be dead
Perhaps I was weary of walking on broken glass
Within that mortuary everything was quiet and still
No shouts from the pious which religion quells
Suddenly I realized I was tired of always walking uphill
And wished to forever silence that old church’s bells
Right next to the mortuary stood that church of oak
With a congregation of fools and mortals be
In rapt attention the foolish listened as the pastor spoke
And in the very last row sat only irreverent me
I would not open a hymnal for my voice to sing
And to this day I still remain ever and always contrary
I smash rules and commandments to which the religious cling
Thus I left that church for the silence of the sanctuary in that mortuary
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TOO SOON A SPITTOON
Somehow he has survived
Through due diligence and by sequestering his soul off the corner of “Hate Street” and “Greed
Avenue.
From a muddled maze in a mind blinded by disregard his need to be alone, separated, and
segregated t’was birthed this one particular day
For who are these indignant egoists and arrogant folk who espy and declare him and his kind as
being freaks?
And then one day, he speaks
He draws them a portrait of the random shame he should not feel but does
And the transience of triumph
a born again preacher was preaching at last
Without the subsequent desire to dwell on his past
“I whom you deem a leper, a vagrant, an outcast holds wisdom in my left hand’s grip
And in my right is insight for the fabric of society that can quite easily rip
Well you need not waste your time with stares and glares at one you label liable for your
losses and responsible for retroactive retribution with a requisite requirement of dealing with
perpetual pain
While dosing out disdain
One by one his audience arrived
And still I ask how has this man survived
To affirm his notion of noticeable neglect
While acts of kindness should muffle retribution
Yet no one will think of considering a contribution
Nay not coinage nor dollar bills
Instead he begs let kindness be what humanity wills
And kills the desire to aim one’s spittle at this face who faces you with culpability restrained
“For as I already mentioned I am perpetually pained
But never taken aback by all that which all you lack
And in the foundation you’ve forged of concrete and tears there is a crack
A fissure from which is born every frown at me well aimed
Yet I will no longer be ashamed
Because that’s how it all begins”
As he is denied smiles, laughter and grins
Since you will not refrain from granting him something other than your hostility”
And that was the first day the crowd witnessed his ability
With wayward words which settled in the ears of fears and idle conversation
Because that’s how it all begins
By stating obvious observations to the masses of asses and their illicit sins
The husband and father, a man with his secretary and their afternoon indiscretions
And internal infections
The brand of bondage only brutality bears
And so no longer wouldst the preacher suffer saliva and stares
© 2011.…..Poefree and whoever you are who co-wrote this with me..hope it was acceptable)
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A MATTER OF GRAVITY
where art thou when I need thee most
ah yes, thou has become a ghost
a wishing well empty, a pond depleted
as I stand as stagnant, a man defeated
i have been overcome by demons inside
and when they request "why hast he died"
say unto them he was a man with thirst un-quenched
and tell them i died with my teeth well clenched
"clenched" question they, "but why" they wonder
"because," responds you "of the certain thunder"
"hear not thee the sound that killed him well?"
"Oh yes, now we hear why he was condemned unto Hell"
"so" sayeth thee, tell them without any doubt
there will be, due to his death, become a drought
a dryness no man nor god can create
"because," inform them, "my man was slain solely by hate"
" 'twas hatred which condemned him unto the fire,
and to all I swear, my man was no liar
he told the truth before the Temple of Love
until a thousand demonic angels appeared from above"
so let them hear the words of a man sworn unto death
and vow to them all that with each blessed breath
easiness, that evening, arrived my sweet
because 'twas with eagerness my death did I meet
thusly do I swear when you gaze around
and find not by body, to which Hell was bound
remember my face and this most memorable date
for that 'twas the eve your man died of SELF-hate
(c) 2011.....Poefree
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DAMN,
BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING EGO DROPPING DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues baby~
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES,
JOHNS
AND SCREWED UP FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
JUST PAY OUR DUE BABY,
JUST PAY OUR DUE ..........................
© 2011.…Poefree
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CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR SCREAMING "LIAR" IN A CROWDED CHURCH?
You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, beloved daughter and me
We three had left together but suddenly were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain
because only the rain deserves such disdain
We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
A human storm by madness made
And then he made us walk blindly through the wood
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
in the wilderness it is a mean and uncertain gamble
As you amble through the briars and the brambles
You need to possess a lot of fortitude
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung with a swipe and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist, I could have killed Suede
Then suddenly the fighting was done
As Suede arose and I just wanted us all to run
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung to the troubles of his component
There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power also wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
Now let’s all go out to find her,
yeah, lots of luck
Suddenly he just stole our baby away
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden In a new area, in a brand new neighborhood
All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim
And that’s virtually all we can remember of him
While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
My wife and I were defenseless and both our hearts were horrendously hurt
Oh and that’s what brought about the sorrowful phrase an “Amber Alert”
© 2011...Poefree
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GOD CRAM IT
Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while
He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile
At exactly the point you know that hope is a thing of the past for you
God sneaks up and grants you something too good to be true
And see, that’s my point, it seems so good that it can’t be real
And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel
But based on past experience and what I’ve been through
Ain’t nothing new about him blessing and cursiing me with you
But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased
God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was only leased”
He adds a remark like “and I won’t let her, by you, ever again to be rented
S**t, talk about all the stuph God has done that I've resented
So ironic as it seems this is all the God given truth, I know
And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where your Lord and you can go
You are just the latest lady to jump in and out of my life of late
And I understand, your God told me that when I purchase you there ins’t any rebate
© 2010.….Poefree
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NOT A QUEER QUEERY
Must I beg half of my life to read my tome
The sensuous one with whom I share my home
She claims to already know each chapter written
From now all the way back to when we were both smitten
A lover I had found yet silently I advised her to run
And that would only be chapter one
No one knows why she suffered all the lies which I would orate
And that query would become chapter eight
While pages turned and a plot was developed
There had been many embraces in which I was enveloped
Yet she refuses to read the book she claims to know by heart
However, I know why it’s a novel she just won’t start
She says she knows my every move
But there are so many things I shouldn’t have to prove
When you found that stranger’s lingerie under our bed
The bed I defiled with others due to the lies you were fed
So read my tome and and if you care to leave home
Because I have a heart and a hankering to roam
But the truth is I would be frightened without her in an empty fog
And that there is the epilogue
© 2011.….Poefree
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NOT A QUEER QUEERY
Must I beg half of my life to read my tome
The sensuous one with whom I share my home
She claims to already know each chapter written
From now all the way back to when we were both smitten
A lover I had found yet silently I advised her to run
And that would only be chapter one
No one knows why she suffered all the lies which I would orate
And that query would become chapter eight
While pages turned and a plot was developed
There had been many embraces in which I was enveloped
Yet she refuses to read the book she claims to know by heart
However, I know why it’s a novel she just won’t start
She says she knows my every move
But there are so many things I shouldn’t have to prove
When you found that stranger’s lingerie under our bed
The bed I defiled with others due to the lies you were fed
So read my tome and and if you care to leave home
Because I have a heart and a hankering to roam
But the truth is I would be frightened without her in an empty fog
And that there is the epilogue
© 2011.….Poefree
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this was written strictly because she wanted to bet and i won!
I WONDER IF ONE EVER FEELS HEAVY IN HEAVEN
I will sing you to a star
No matter how very far
I will bring you to the sun
No matter how slow or fast we run
The skies will play you a rhapsody
But I will write and arrange the melody
A reverie will reveal itself within your amber eyes
as angels sing harmony to your softened sighs
I will take you with my song to peaceful universe
And while we’re there I’ll write you another lovely verse
This one will be about our love sanctified and so strong
And we will reside there no matter how short or long
I will tell the strings to play pianissimo if you please
And you will giggle when a moonbeam tickles you to tease
Your beauty will write the words and by I the music made
But honey, we must hurry before that star begins to fade
So let me play you a symphony with the silken strings of my heart
And as we take flight we’ll hear the piano play its pertinent part
I will conduct the orchestra as conductors always do
And when I swear to sing you to a star sweetheart, believe that it’s all true
© 2011.….Poefree
I NEED MYLANTA, PEPTO BISMOL OR SOME SUCH TONIC TO STOP ME FROM PUKING
AS A RESULT OF THIS POEM......BUT FIRST I'LL CAUSE MY BODY TO FEEL FINE UNTIL
AFTER SHE PAYS OFF HER DEBT (& IT WASN'T MONEY HONEY)
-------Poefree------
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It’s awake
I hear it shake
From the inside out
I hear it shout
It’s losing self-esteem
And now I hear it scream
I hear it ‘s tormenting yell’
Advising us that the alternative to this is Hell
See the man cut down another tree
Oh well, one less for my grandson to trim
From a forest of rain to woodlands in pain
And things are looking damnably dim
This is a world regurgitating volcanoes
While there are too many maniacs killing
And what will be left for my grandson no one knows
Unless we stop the blood from spilling
I can hear it getting angrier by the day
While we wait for devastation to kill thousands more
Inside it rumbles and waits to erupt
While we wait for devastation to kill by the score
Because it’s mad about the things mankind will corrupt
Will my grandson still have fresh water to drink?
It surely makes me think
What will we leave for our grandchildren and theirs?
And it could fashion itself mighty quicker than you can blink
And it makes me think
I hear it scream
They are blind to the steam
And it’s not a dream
This isn’t Hell but we’re heading that way
As we pollute every ocean, lake and each bay
Now I’m certainly no prophet so I can’t say
All I can do for this aching planet is pray
© 2011.…..~free cee!~
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