Un- Plugged

I was never a follower anyway
a big fan of the matrix; my heads loose
like a few screws you know
Suggest right I go left.
The first I ever witnessed man evolving
into something else
I would tell you what but I can't pronounce 
the word.
Theres a machine lodged in the moon
on the other half whispers of atlantis
exscape the through sound waves
They blamed it all on mental illness
truthfully maybe it is, or maybe they
were just grinning for nothing the day
it arrived.
They call them screaming folks on the corner
some of us call them crazy depending on the color
their blasting prophets off their sqaure in the new 
millinium, as for me I'm still searching
screaming out in the night like a mother-less animal
trying not to become prey to no man
keeping the scriptures close to my heart
like they will the sword as soon as some claims 
he will return; like a thief in the night
Hope I won't be stealing that night
out of the front door hands filled with valuables
not ever knowing the owners will never return
Sorry for getting religous on you, acting out what 
they want me to be
The reasons for all the mind f---ing ya dig
and all the incouraged words of suicide
Life is wonderful and free
Dude I got hooked on the episodes of schizafrania like
a television now I need it to live like a hit from the pipe
NO, NO I'm drug free never was for peer pressure
I use to watch my favorite aunts suck up the gothic lines
and leave and mentally able to push away in the ladder years
Their playing politics with our Christ
placing him at the door of prascastination
meaning; no one wants the truth of his coming
to much money involved, to much sin un-resolved
and everyone could be the prophecy but you
Your just always the victim.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Marcum Wong Avatar
August 19, 2010 at 9:17 PM
From one iconoclast to another, I can relate. Great thought provoking poem! Aloha, Connie
Semeniuk Avatar
August 19, 2010 at 5:11 PM
wow certainly a lot to take in with your words!..niice job i like this!
Austin Avatar
August 14, 2010 at 10:59 AM
I agree with procrastination. So many never call on Jesus 'til they're gasping their last breath. Enjoyed. Dave
Gilly Avatar
August 12, 2010 at 4:51 PM
Hm youre poems, Put me in a state of mind where i dream, and think allot, very descriptive and good use of imagery. I can tell you put allot of thought into yur words. i like it its diffrent(: and thankyou you two.(: -manda
Goff Avatar
August 12, 2010 at 4:28 PM
unplugged cool poem! DR! and thx for the comments...jimbo
Kapoor Avatar
August 12, 2010 at 11:25 AM
Quite interesting and thought provoking Poetry. It is like seeing a statue from different angles. While the statue remains the same, its impact differs from person to person because of the change of situation and location. Life is like that my friend. And many thanks for your precious comments on Patradoot 29. It’s a very different story. Thanks that you like it. Love and best wishes.......Ravindra........Diiamond Rich.
Burton Avatar
August 11, 2010 at 4:52 PM
This poem is not a pity poem or a complaining poem, but one ask the question where do we really stand in the world? because humanity is placing everything where it needs to be instaed letting the natural order happen in some cases. The church is waiting for Christ to return yet when someone mentions such a thing they are crazy or a false prohet. It seems such waiting is becoming more like a hobby then an actually promise. Enjoyed this poem.
Arehart Avatar
August 10, 2010 at 8:56 PM
Not to far, rantings are always great cause there is something all can associate with. get an editor turn this stuff into songs and make a million dollars, the youth of today eats this stuff up, like life is so hard. it's just right lefr right left
La France Avatar
August 10, 2010 at 2:36 PM
well, its reading like slam or a rap song to me~~ but a very good one indeed~~ you mentioned you are reading my poetry~~ it is so different than yours~~ I am the rippling stream and you are the raging waves at sea in a storm~~
Loving Iii Avatar
August 10, 2010 at 2:13 PM
yes he is comming back. and if you get caught stealing that night; i'm sure that he'll make you an exception to the rule. if your faith is right. john
Brown Avatar
August 10, 2010 at 12:06 PM
Wakes the mind up wow. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us today via your awesome poetry Diiamond. Love, Carol
Devonshire Avatar
August 10, 2010 at 10:36 AM
Like the way you put your thoughts to verse, here. Loved both the references to whishpered thoughts of Atlantis and "playing politics with our Christ." Very interesting with lots of thought-provoking lines, Diiamond. Love, Carolyn
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