Best Angstfear Poems
RED, WHITE AND WHO?
I was raised amidst thieves, thugs and rats
Not the rodent, I’m talking about snitches
I grew up next to the rotten, rebellious and the skinny one is always called “Fats”
I was brought up by Broadway, by boosting and a bushel of b*****s
Ain’t nothing new to me, where I now exist
I am immune to the horrid places I go
There’s so many places I hate it’s too long a list
Suffice it to say that I know that which I know
My father was fifth avenue whereupon the rich dwell
And my mother was Madison Ave. where only the chic congregate
Both of my parents gave me a map straight to hell
And that’s why I don’t even have time to hate
Thieves were my tutors, and my teacher was other people’s blood
Yet I saw angels above my head revealing what I needed to hear
Listen, my friend, I fear boils, locusts and flood
But I’ve tried to dissipate and mitigate all of my hate
And then you ask me why I have aching f*****g feet
Because I wasn’t raised up I was dragged up and honey, that’s for true
And there are certain people and relatives you don’t want to meet
But fret not for I don’t fear the government, I don’t fear the law and I don’t even fear men in
blue
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY OLD HERO---GABBY HAYES
IT MAK ONE WONDER, IT MAKES ONE THINK
IT CAUSES ONE'S HEART TO SINK
IS HE, WILL HE, DOES HE HEAR,
DOES HE CONSIDER A CHILD'S FEAR?
I DON'T KNOW AND MAY NEVER WILL
IS HE SOMETHING OR IS HE NIL?
IS HE SOMEONE IN WHICH TO BELIEVE,
WHILST ANOTHER CHILD'S MOTHER IS MADE TO GRIEVE
I AM WEARY, I AM TIRED
WHILE IN THE MUCK OF A MYSTERY I AM MIRED
HEADLINES SCREAM BUT ARE SILENCED TOO SOON
AS I FEAR ANTHER MANIAC'S MIDNIGHT MOON
WHERE IS HE WHOM SO MANY KNOW,
WHILE MY FEAR AND QUERIES GROW
MY QUESTIONS MOUNT AKIN TO MOUNTAINS HIGH
IS HE A FAIRY TALE OR SIMPLY A LIE?
IT MAKES ONE WISH, IT MAKES ONE PRAY
WHERE IS THAT MISSING TODDLER TODAY?
NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS GROW YELLOWED WITH AGE
AS I HIGHLIGHT THE WORDS INKED UPON AN AGED PAGE
IT MAKES ONE'S HOPE FADE JUST LIKE THAT INK
AS I CONTINUE TO PONDER AND THINK
HERE SIT I AMIDST THE PIOUS IN PEWS
AS I BEGIN TO BELIEVE HE MUST NOT BELIEVE THE NEWS
SOME ARE FOUND ALIVE AND SOME ARE FOUND WELL
ALAS, TOO MANY CHILDREN ARE SLAIN IN A BORN-AGAIN HELL
TOO FEW OF THE DAMNED EVER HEAR A JAIL CELL SLAM
AND IF HE IS REAL I WONDER IF GOD REALLY GIVES A GOD-DAMN
(C) 2011.....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY OLD HERO---GABBY HAYES
IT MAK ONE WONDER, IT MAKES ONE THINK
IT CAUSES ONE'S HEART TO SINK
IS HE, WILL HE, DOES HE HEAR,
DOES HE CONSIDER A CHILD'S FEAR?
I DON'T KNOW AND MAY NEVER WILL
IS HE SOMETHING OR IS HE NIL?
IS HE SOMEONE IN WHICH TO BELIEVE,
WHILST ANOTHER CHILD'S MOTHER IS MADE TO GRIEVE
I AM WEARY, I AM TIRED
WHILE IN THE MUCK OF A MYSTERY I AM MIRED
HEADLINES SCREAM BUT ARE SILENCED TOO SOON
AS I FEAR ANTHER MANIAC'S MIDNIGHT MOON
WHERE IS HE WHOM SO MANY KNOW,
WHILE MY FEAR AND QUERIES GROW
MY QUESTIONS MOUNT AKIN TO MOUNTAINS HIGH
IS HE A FAIRY TALE OR SIMPLY A LIE?
IT MAKES ONE WISH, IT MAKES ONE PRAY
WHERE IS THAT MISSING TODDLER TODAY?
NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS GROW YELLOWED WITH AGE
AS I HIGHLIGHT THE WORDS INKED UPON AN AGED PAGE
IT MAKES ONE'S HOPE FADE JUST LIKE THAT INK
AS I CONTINUE TO PONDER AND THINK
HERE SIT I AMIDST THE PIOUS IN PEWS
AS I BEGIN TO BELIEVE HE MUST NOT BELIEVE THE NEWS
SOME ARE FOUND ALIVE AND SOME ARE FOUND WELL
ALAS, TOO MANY CHILDREN ARE SLAIN IN A BORN-AGAIN HELL
TOO FEW OF THE DAMNED EVER HEAR A JAIL CELL SLAM
AND IF HE IS REAL I WONDER IF GOD REALLY GIVES A GOD-DAMN
(C) 2011.....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Somethins I'll never know
And I had to let them go
Somethings I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone feeling empty
Feel the pressure,
It's getting closer now
You're better off witout me
Cause I fear I might break
And I fear I can't take this
Tonight I'll lie awake feeling empty