Best Confusionvoice Poems
Spread, your wings and soar on high, stretch forth beyond the particle's in
the sky. Rest on a large branch, look down at the creature's of blacks and
white's. Blackbird ain't its enough to make you cry. Crime soaring high, WHY-
why Blackbird why? No one knows, no-one dare steps forth his best. NOoooo
Black bird they're to busy pointing finger's, they rather listen to the voice of
the confused "stranger". A voice that tells them, take prayers away from school's,
take away their happiness, now the grave yards are full of young one's, some
in jail, to never see success. Soar on Blackbird, fly high and don't dare sit to long.
You see blackbird, the black's doesn't know the song and the whites want's to be
left along.
Spread your wings-my fowls of the air we all must share, as you fly blackbird, as
you are trying to accept the lost and the found, spread your wings Blackbird, we're
not all bad people's. Its just that we're too busy trying to tare each other down.
The clock is chiming
Since ancient times
My mind is roaming...I'm in a haze of bewilderment
I'm sprawled in a puzzling maze
Thinking deeply...
wandering...contemplating
My voice is rumbling,
altering into whispers
troubled by the clock
bursting my skull open
releasing tension
oh, how agonizing
deepening in my ruins
my mind blank with ashes
Unable to figure my way out of withering hopelessness...
Thrown into my unfailing demise
Don't seek after me; I'm not wise
My voice is mumbling
Fumbling...stricken with every word I pronounce
in every devastating line
missing my disoriented family
taken away from my family
because of my defiant decisions
I foolishly took advantage of that opportunity
Deepening in my ruins...
Unsaved...unrelieved
Have a generous amount of mercy on my soul
Because I've been yanked away from my cheerful parents
Give me some hope at least
Wipe away the unmerciful decisions I took unwisely
or I'll remain in the
cluster of ruin
Your voice rang out
In the still of the night
Your voice became quiet
With the dawning of light
Why become visible
When everything is dark
Why become invisible
When everything is stark
Reality screams to remain
To reveal the boldness of your game
visible even to my love blind eyes…
We're supposed to be a secret,
a notion to be shared, only by us…
This is not a real story , just a comment on insane actions we often see in papers these days.
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It all began for this young man,
as fires raged outside,
Nineteen sixty one it was and,
he was born with pride,
Within the gables of that house,
The cries of mom and child.
For sixteen years she nurtured him,
until he ran away,
He wandered ‘round for seven years,
and then he stopped one day,
A voice inside his head told him,
This place is where you’ll stay.
Voices only come to them as,
profits or as fools,
For in the heart of everyone,
resides some solid rule,
But for the sage and profiteer,
The voice becomes the tool.
The voice inside his head told him,
this place is on your charts,
No greater man than you began,
this message to impart,
A fire rages in your soul and,
this is where it starts.
At twenty three he’s just a boy,
the locals might have said,
Had they not seen what he had done,
and what’s inside his head,
The building he burned to the ground,
and all inside were dead.
Voices only come to them as,
profits or as fools,
And for this one the voice did come,
to torment and to rule,
"I command you to do this deed,
and lay to waste this school."
Never have I wanted,
Always they will haunt me,
Criticizing my mind,
Fleeting,
My heart is bleeding.
A voice inside my thoughts,
Influencing everything,
Mimicing my conscience,
Treason,
Innocent season.
Sweet scoundrel lullaby,
Echos that mesmerize,
The bitterness of silent crys,
Beating,
My hold is fleeting.
Possessing my soul,
Regressing self-control,
Questioning my hold,
Answer,
I cut the cancer.
Fate freshly falls to rot,
No light in this tunnel,
Winter winds coating sin,
Dead,
I'm a voice in his head.
Climbing ladders to the top...
Edging foward where to stop..
Mysteries that leave a glow..
An angels wings not for show..
Staircases that lead to a bell..
A strangers voice its hard to tell..
Tightrope from one landing to another..
Soft steps still heard as we cross by others..
A little warmer as we pass the by the door..
Faint voices heard, but we can't ignore...
The heat is swallowing our breath as we start to swell..
Not so sure anymore, but it feels like the gates of hell..
An angels voice pulls us back, a cool air fills this attack..
Back to reality as the alarm clock rings, a fresh thought in my
mind that I heard the devil sing...