HE SWEARS HE IS THIRTWEEN
My worst enemy is a m*****r f*****g fool
He’d get killed in a one man duel
He’s thinks he’s coming but he’s really going
Yet he keeps the Jack with a beer back flowing
He wakes up at dawn and swears it’s the night
He knows wrong, but has no idea about right
He’s a subversive I’d like to submerse in the sea
He’s so ignorant he pays for things that are given away for free
This man’s I.Q. is equal to the temperature in his room
And he doesn’t recognize the difference between delight and doom
How this fool makes it from day to day I really can’t say
I only know that somehow he gets through each day
The man is ignorant and does the stupidest things I’ve ever seen
And from what I understand it’s been like that since he turned thirteen
The moron really doesn’t recognize the difference between a bull and a bee
Oh, and one more thing………….. that moron is me
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OMNIPRESENT OMNIPOTENCE
It was the worst tragedy I’d ever care to see
And it happened to me
It was the first tragedy my life would undergo
It was a tragedy worse than a roaring ocean’s undertow
There was blood involved and painful screams
There was torture beyond my malevolent dreams
Many were there to watch the agony displayed
Bloody hands, bloody sheets, blood that will never fade
That blood is a reminder of the day torture came to call
I can envision the bloodiness and agony of it all
A woman moaning and begging for the pain to end
As for me that day of torture left scars no one could ever mend
“oh please dear God,” the woman pled
“end this torture for another’s body I have bled”
Now this may not have been the worst torture on earth
But for me that omnipresent torture began on the day of my bloody birth
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WHY ARE YOU THREE PEOPLE READING THIS INSTEAD OF READING THE WORDS OF A
SATIRICAL GENIUS?
I CAN’T SEE, IS THAT A FOUNTAIN OR A MOUNTAIN?
Do you see that mountain which towers us to ants
If a dude climbs that he’s got to get short of breath and
patenttly pants
There are rocks to hold on to but you’d better hang on tight
Unless you want to take a thousand foot unscheduled flight
The idea is to go up and prevent any of us to go down early
I worried about Big Bob, because he’s smart but burley
Now let’s begin the ascent and make a pact that we will prevail
Not one of us twenty two people cannot fail
So we grab hold of the rocks and first it wasn’t so scary
And a few minutes later is when I prayed for a mountain climber’s fairy
With each rock we gripped our resolve became stronger with heart
Every crevice, every stone and every natural element played its part
The first three days weren’t that bad, not as bad as expected
After day number four you’re apologizing to anyone you ever neglected
Then arrives five, because the fifth day is when you run out of hope
And some can’t take it and climb the mountain for more dope
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AND THERE’S NO PAY CHECK ON FRIDAY
I revel in close calls
And what I do takes balls
I’m comfortable hanging by a thread
While I eliminate the thought of my being dead
I swim through rough waters against the tide
And just keep repeating “Satan is on my side”
One must be aware of what turning a corner may bring
Because I look at life as if it is simply a fling
Each day is a joke and I am its punch line
And I don’t advise anyone to live a life like mine
It’s frightening and fearful and every day I fret
I worry about those I will meet and those I have met
I’m a man who lives with close calls and has balls
As I wander through haunted ,lengthy and eerily dark halls
It frightens me when I hear the sound of someone turning a knob
And that’s what makes being a junkie such a difficult job
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
WHY NOT TO F*****G LIE
If you want to know why I love you
And why I do the things you make me do
I could tell you that I know precisely why
But that would be a mother f*****g lie
Day after day I’ve had one simple request
And after those days I require quietude and rest
Because day after day I want to talk of our future alone
Alas the past is your master so the reason I still love you remains unknown
I know for certain I love you but I don’t know why that should be
Because you are the selfish one when you blame things on me
I should, by all rights, leave you far behind
But you and I both know I’m not that unkind
What I am sure of is most men I know would have bid you goodbye
And wouldn’t care how long and loudly you cry
So if you want to know why I still love you
I haven’t got a god-damned clue
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LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME
I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact
I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her
I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe
I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my addiction is only my fault
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
I MAY TURN INTO A RACCOON SOON
Lately there’s been valuables thrown in the trash
Everything from expensive jewelry to cash
Too oft I must have to go dumpster diving to eat
And sometimes I find different candies from sour to sweet
The other day I found a coat that was ripped and torn
And last night’s menu was two day old pizza and corn
I seek anything that might keep me alive and sustain my breath
And yes, I’ll eat mostly anything but for that which may cause ,my death
I’m too cold in the winter and too hot in June
And if you think about it I’m a human raccoon
I scrounge around like an animal with a bad reputation
Oh, and there’s no boss to grant me a vacation
People keep throwing usable garbage into the trucks
And this susceptible circle we live on really sucks
I wake up in the morning to beg for yesterday’s bread
Instead I hear about another innocent who they found in a landfill dead
© 2011...Phreepoetree
I read a poem on here this very early Friday morn,
Of dealing with bullies that have left them quite torn,
I have also dealt with this abuse on the internet too,
"You're fat, you have no skills, you're a nut and cuckoo."
"Your blogs are ugly, you will go nowhere in this life",
These bullies mean to hurt, harass and cause you strife,
But if you bend over to them and allow this type of pain,
They will just do it to another human being in their vain.
They simply are unhappy with their lives and no self esteem,
They enter your happy world and pierce your blood stream,
They will try to rob your happiness and all hobbies you love,
Keep this in mind, they will be judged one day from above.
Until that day happens my advice is the purest and very true,
File a legal peace warrant of space between the both of you,
They can not contact you legally or not bother you anywhere,
Your life will become peaceful dreamy instead of a nightmare.
TEARY EYES WERE NO DISGUISE
All her dreams were falsehoods and all her plans were lies
Her objective was to get that which she could get
Her crimson kisses were temptation in disguise
And I curse the day the both of us first met
‘twas on a Thursday afternoon I do believe
When she recognized my apparent need for love
For I must have worn my heart upon my sleeve
A sleeve which led to a worn out and bloody glove
My search had reached it’s apex on that Thursday
I thought that a lasting love had just arrived
But now I recall that afternoon as dull, grievous and gray
And when she left I’ll never know how I survived
I had my hopes and she had her agenda planned
And if I’d only known her objective was to use me
Each day since her departure happiness has been banned
And if I seem maudlin with teary eyes please, I beg you, excuse me
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LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME
I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact
I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her
I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe
I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my dependence on dope is all my fault
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How could so many children
be so emotional and deadly
to say so many bad statements
and still be mentaly steady
barely be alive and
cross the line already
How could another
person look you in the eyes
smile and whisper
a long line of lies
people like this,
I wish I could despise
for my pain
you wouldn't want to memorise
I ask of you to tell me
whats your earliest memory,
mine is my seven year old life,
and nothing before
it was what made my life
broken and poor
for I remember every color
underneathe the light
from every eyes in the room
being on you
being arrested on sight.
For something that you didn't do
that was the day you became
the so called man you are today
you were mistaken for guilty
and thats what you became
instead of a theif
you became a lier by nature
my own father having lust for his
creation, so why do you hate me
oh daddy why did you rape me?
for The day I turned seven
everything changed,
you never acted near the same.
I don't remember who did it first
you or the neighbor boy,
which was worse,
him fourteen and you twenty-nine
me only seven
you both crossed the line
It's a round trip on a one way ride
with no rhyme or reason one day you die
It's a mystery why we're all here
every day we strive cause it's how you survive
There's no escape even with your suicide
Cause the undertakers coming on your one way ride
Thoughts and memories dance thru my mind
With the silloute of a lonely gypsy in the rain
I skip through the halls of forgetfulness
And waltz through the room of pain
As dream turns to day the smile leaves my face
And the stressfull art of decision opens reality squeeky
door
The remembrance previous night is erased
The simplicity in silence sets shadows on my soul
The little thing o find day to day
A motion in stillness a dry spot in the rain
Are often unnoticed by majority
The dishes pile up stained with the day to day of life
Her hands are chapped and dry withered from washing them
Dishes of food, dishes of mundanity
relentless dishes calling to be cleaned
Dishes prepared with love dishes for the family
dishes smashed in anger, broken in frustration
the dishes are her forte, she knows the dishes well
her hands are red and inflamed
sore from scrubbing at the remnants of her life
how many dishes has she washed anyway
how many hours of her life has she lost
Unseen she scurries and tidies
washing and drying, washing and dryng
swallowing her rage and her long lost dreams
The dishes are her forte, she knows the dishes well
the dirt, the leftovers, the many requests of her
washing and drying, washing and drying
but nobody cares to notice
Remember that Day
Rememeber that Day
Burned into a memory
The day the Gloves came off
Asked to defend a position
They questioned my decision
Based upon what half of the Fact's
Did they bother react
Youve already made up your mind
Guilty before charged
Charged with emotion
That insideous notion
Throw the book at this Pariah
Portray him as Liar
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