Best Rath Poems
I got a keyboard...
...I hope I try at this.....
....that I try and I don't stop trying....
cause that's what I do.... I sample...
...never eating more than a few bites and stopping after a good taste...
....but now Im starving... Im ready for a meal....
I am master of nothing... nothing...
I give up early because its no joy to suck at things...
...humble beginnings lead my ego to generate pain....
...pain that comes from not being better at learning...
....you know, Im much worse at learning than I used to be....
it has me feeling less than..... creating dislike....
....and the dislike of this process develops a heavy resistance...
....which overrides the gift of patience for growth because of its intensity...
....and the whole deal becomes unattractive...
....then this fresh baby passion dies under the rath of uncomfortable emotions...
....and I move on to the next trade....
...with hopes that maybe the next time that it'll be different...
...its always been this way...
...it leaves me longing...to never keep trying means to never have...
...and I haven't had.... I haven't had for a very long time...
The ripples in the blue waters
shines upon the sea,
in a fantastic world that only belongs to me.
My beautiful trees
screaming their green
out to the world
where my good men have been.
My stars sparkle
in my new moon's twilight
breaking my dawn,
did my eclipse tight.
No violence no rath,
this is my world
this is my path
where perfection shelters
in sweeting peace,
all in my fantastic world,
which only belongs to me.
Form:
We are coldly incomplete
We are boldly infinite
We are the many of the flawed
often foiled and cleanly clawed
We Are the human condition...
We' been betrayed and enraged
then mordantly disengaged
both sides of a twisting page
We Are the human condition...
we are the simple in complex.. in an idiots
dress
We kick republican white trash with mother
nature's rath
We are fearless fighters, yes?
yet coldly gives the button a press.
Ha!And we are lovingly unkind
to the faces of our mind
..and it makes us blind
We are the human condition
We are truth ~we are lies~ we are insane in our
despise
We are the murderer..
We kill animals of this earth
then rejouce in Our rebirth
just look to he
then give to me
~ hallelujah ~
I am a man made of stone idolizing a creature
made of bone
we are humane?
We are people
There are too many roads,
that have lead me down it's path ---
It seems the further I journey,
the more society shows me their rath ---
So I go on into this mystery called life ---
Even though each day greets me like an ex-wife ---
Burdens do not diminish as one grows older ---
Infact trouble doubles and the public seems colder ---
When I am out and trying to have some fun ---
I run into individuals who attack like a sniper's gun ---
Not with an angry fist or an evil word ---
Rather they'll cast an evil eye, like a predatory bird ---
Relations often tell me to ignore this harrasment and pay them no mind ---
This is rather difficult when these citizens act like they are out of their mind ---
Pushing and shoving to get ahead everyday ---
Just to make enough money to live day to day ---
In the end when there is nothing left to do but die ---
Will you laugh and be at peace or scream and start to cry?
Whitey sitting innocently
Next to the bird bath
Looking so penticently
You are doing the math
Bathe, well this is a bath
Lick, scratch first stomach
Ears high turning like a rath
Now repose where are the birds
Do you suppose
Scratch, bathe wait
Repose, doze
You innocently bait
Just one dumb bird
And the feast begins
Birds are not getting the word
Need an email send
Form:
Her name was Katrina, her vegeance was wide,
hundreds of people had no where to hide.
Her hurricane winds battered the coast,
distroying what people loved the most.
Security was taken, in the blink of an eye,
leaving people helpless, many would die.
Inadequate levees broke, all was not well,
New Orleans became a living hell.
Racing water rose ever so quick,
it took the healthy and the sick.
On rooftops, where people layed,
rescue was the word our nation prayed.
Some people found it hare to defend,
slow acting officials, on whom we depend.
So many people with no where to go.
Many without possessions to show.
Hearts were opened, everyone cared,
clothes, money, and time were shared.
No one will ever forget Katrina's rath,
the day she ran her distructive path.
I wrote this 4yrs ago today in memory of
all the people who parished.
Rocky's day for a bath
After chasing, placing
In torture chamber rath
Get him out then drying
Someone opens outside
Door; Rocky fastest thing
On four feet, look there
There he goes buggigdy, buggidy
And he ain't wear'n no clothes
Caleb three years' old
Comes running in saying
Rocky is out next to road
He's buck naked streaking
Buggidy, buggidy and he ain't
A wearin' no clothes
Down by the road front
Running to the creek streaks
Who would have thought
That he would let the whole world peek
No halter on running loose on the street
Buggidy, buggidy "The Streak"
(After reading about Deborah's contest
this is my version of "The Streak")
Form:
O how death is all around
O stress is only found
Bringing rath on ourselves
When the trees drop their leaves
The rose withers within'
It starts all over again
Arms rapped around knees
Out in the winter breeze
Please do not fall apart
Let me protect your heart
not entirely your fault
for trying to rule life
all wrong
something you have yet to experience
like the 300 days it would take to make this better
like the whole world showed up for your birthday with a present
watching you open them one by one
fainting from starvation
as you chew your jellybeans
and nibble on your chocolates
not entirely your fault
the demigods you created
surrounded me in a forgotten dream
trying to achieve a selfrighteous death
shape changing the manipulation
of the righteous ways to dispense my anger
shielding god from the meaning of life's rath
not entirely your fault
you being a god in training
everytime you kill me, you are the victom
going for my eye, blinded by an alphabet
good luck getting around on your unicycle
when you dont know how to ride a bike
came to rule me
with a game of blackmail
the truth can set you free
something you have stolen?
the lie that i'm not supposed to be
im not supposed to be the undeniable selfishness of your gullible god
Hieroglyphics...
State Specific...
Horrific Acts...
Pseudoscientific Facts...
Change Like Holistic Rath......
I'm Walkin The Mystic Path...
With This Simplistic Hat...
Watching This Capitalistic Crap...
With My Characteristic's Traped...
These Parametric Statistic'S Colap's...
I Stair At The Skeptic's & Laugh...
Like Holographic Holograms...
We Stop The Tragic With Solid Stands...
This Common Magic Will Abolish Man...
Within All The Glands...
Is Karma's Hand's...
Weiving Your Life...
Retrieving Your Light...
Before You Dye...
You Do More Then Cry...
Fortify...
Your Former Eye...
To Obsorb The Sky...
The Orcher'ds Dry...
From Neglected Times...
Where You Checked The Lines...
Before Signing Your Life Away...
You Might Just Say...
It's A Good Time To Pray...
You Could Save A Life Today...
In A Rightcious Way...
But In-Stead Your Stuck In A Defiant State..
With A Giant Plate...
Of Tired Hate...
The Wired Gate...
Has A Higher Fate..
But You Retired Late...
To Your Originally Desired Space...
Just To Find Your Face...
The Same As It's Away's Been...
Choices
What does my choices say about me?
Life was hard and I still had to make choices..
Coming home seeing my father Wondering where his wife was all night,
Or choices to watch my mom come home drunk and high knowing my dad had to go to work..
Listening to the arguing and fighting
Because my mom refused to be a mom..
Standing in court watching my mom an dad battle a divorce because my mom didn't want to grow up...
The choice of now being a kid
Watching my mom party all day..
Strange men in and out of our house..
Because my dad was no longer mentally equipped to deal with raising his kids alone..
Watching my father now live life in a decline mentally dying slowly from
The rath my mother bestowed upon him..
Then living alone with the one absent parent that chooses partying over being a parent..
The choice of living with a parent that was never there when you needed them..
The choice of growing up too fast then becoming a parent yourself..
Walking a thin line of what would have or could have been different in your choices..
Accepting your choices and choosing to raise your kids..
Accepting the obstacle of being a single parent with both parents was not easy..
But with a strong will you make it possible...
The choice of saying good bye to an abusive counterpart while moving on to the one glimpse of happiness...
The choice of moving on and raising your babies alone...
Then the financial choice of working any odd job to support your children..
The choice of leaving no stone unturned when it comes to the life of your children..
The choices and consequences of letting the wrong people share your life..
The choices of struggling because no job was enough...
The choice of crying at night worrying about bills and praying to God for some form of relief...
The choice of growing up
Changing your life in an attempt to live the dream you were destined to live..
The choices of dealing with the very grown children you gave your life up for
Be the very people judging and hating you..
Choices...
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of d inverted apple tree-
of ev nakd enticing
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Form:
tribulations has troubled my path
envyness towards thyne enemies flow throu the vains of my rath
the staff has yet to part my sea to show me my path to success
loving the want to have power in my eyes now is something wanted less
giving my best, not ever givin up has got me wher i am
blocking blessings deep down makes me feel stuck like water behind a damm
strecthing out to unknown lands have only to move me around total destruction
makes the flesh take its place in repention
as the birthday of being born into the spiritual world
turns a differance in the eyes of ya peers to tears
when rememberance of past times,days,months, and years
become into exsistance while your flesh lays softly and firm
makes a person relize one day its gonna be your turn
the moon
the skies
these distant things
that have our eyes
we should adjust
our gaze
end our unjust
ways
limited
are our final days
look around
focus down
or in the earth's rath
we will drown
technology proud
egotistic and loud
our nature
to over-croud
toxic pollution
no action towards solution
the food chain needs
a new revolution
for all these years
earth met life's every need
but it can't keep up
with human greed
we'll graze it down
to the very last seed
Form:
I hear my soul inside the radio
yeah i sing along
inside my head all day long
i argue with the voices that monger
was i not here before
a deja vous
tied to my soul
a feat of unequal measure
to cast a spell upon the world
soo clever
never tell a soul
burnt the witches
clean churches
no one needs to know
I hear my soul inside the radio
step by step
i go along
to the beat of a different drum
held like a hostage in your arms
the armies of the world
a rath to unfurl
was the world not about to fool me
blind me
surprise me
leave me the joke by outsmarting the riddle
i hear my soul inside the radio
no i don't
im all about satanic prevention
but now you know too much
im being tortured for the dreams i want
you corrupt
i give in
i give up
victomised economy
im out to lunch
never mind designer brainwash
we'll keep in touch
I know im different
the shoes at my feet
one tied tightly
one lace undone
why do i keep tripping
down the street
arent you listening
i keep tripping
so many freudian slips
blindly reaching out
dirty hands for such a clean god
suicidal head of the blunder
thirsting for mercy
legs crossed
which shoe is which
and you sit there
vicious witch talking in circles
to be a rock and not to roll
miond control
i hear my soul inside the radio
well now you know
merry christmas
im entrapped like your hostage holy ghost
give your thanks
for the blinding of halloween
crime of the century
im getting so sleep
ether is coming
smelling salts
all nightmare long i couldnt scream
Should i freak
should I shoe
damned, doomed, destined,
im a fool