He is nothing to me but repulsive at sight
any misery he suffers brings me a delight
I avoid him at all cost and always he I ignore
for his constant rambling suffers he bores
he looks more ugly than a human really can
for everything dumb and stupid traces to him
He does nothing but scream insults at the night
crying for he suffers for being himself what a plight
He never had a job still lives with his mom
who sits by her upstairs window appearing embalmed
He constantly sweeps the street over and over again
then the dirt he gathers he tosses into the wind
He always wants a lighter or to borrow a dollar or two
I tell him to go away got nothing to give to you
Strange and derange I try to pray him away
But even God won't take him Satan prefers him stray.
Why do I hate him with him it is all to feel
He is like a demented cartoon nothing about him real.
trusting myself to finally take my lead
never seen any competition if so concede
attention's on my actions expectation to fail
looking like fools my skills surely prevail
no bragging to boast for a shameful taunt
just being me has caused a haunt
my words have motivational and influential range
is that possible from a mind that's said to be derange
don't be shame of the unethical plays in your game
you lost fair and square so whose the blame
exemplified my win with gratitude and grace
hope you took notes to better your next race
like i said, "there's no competition"
no more to say this my benediction
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When everything's out of range
Once again it is the unforseable
Feeling like you have to rearrange
What was at one time your normal
Thrown deep into the interstrange
What now feels like the unfaberbal
When everything starts to derange
What feels like the unimaginable
These times do seem very strange
And now quite often unpredictable
But guess everything's set to change
For better or worse, it is inevitable
Written between May and June 2025
Trying to give a definition of what change feels like for all of us in these times since pandemic
Change Somthing we don't always have control over not been on here for while # ;~{()
Man, someone remind me, what I did!
Who I was and still wasn’t.
Who I became is not the same,
And change is change, but this is just derange.
What did I do? I say…
Where was the fork in the road?
How have I’ve lost in the sand and the snow?
Maybe the better question, though - what will I do?
God, someone forgive me, what I’ve done!
What I’ve none to know it was.
What I’ve become I can’t explain,
And change is still change, but I’m just deranged!
What have I done? I may…
Recall that fork in the woods?
How I’d might find myself tripped on the roots
When the meadow was just there…
Now that’s despair.
Well, I didn’t care.
But watching the other ones frolicking won’t get me anywhere.
Maybe the better question… so - what will I do?
Same question, aye?
But there’s no such thing as same.
A good, honest look up…
We’ll look there. I see my destination.
Living in a false vision,while creating illusions of bad decisions.In my past when my footsteps became ashes,I was stealing for others who really need it.I position myself in danger countless times for strangers with smiling faces who take advantage of kindness,weakness,and talents.But now that Im polished in my craft,Im well balanced surrounded with solid knowledge and display my wisdom that pays attention and listen before I solved them.With tunnel vision deciphering through the rumble and rewritten for those who gets misguided.Cause in my experience language is the true connection of us breathing,while others sleep and dream about living,manuevering through life in a empty body suit in flesh,that dont bleed or shed.Barricaded themselves in there own prison,even there reflection denies its own visit.Its ashamed many dont realize in life we have options to disengage derange or grab on tight to what feels right.I tend to go down memory lane,visualize those precious moments in the past,were all lies,giggles and laughs.But now that I found God,I disgarded my mask,to show my true demeanor and pave my positive mission everlast.
I hold three magic rocks in my hand.
Rolling them over and over and over.
Leaving this reality behind, far behind.
Scars, and broken promises from impotent beings who do not have love, and respect.
A derange fantasy of God, and his power.
To rid of this deceit, and addiction.
False spoken words of truth, and grace.
Abandon the three magic rocks for it will not bring luck a voice says to me.
A loving soul will surrender at God's throne, and mercy.
To sing glory in the heaven on Judgement Day.
A march, and protest of victory over the enemy.
The saints will rise, and the sinners will fall.
The beautiful doves soaring in the sky, the golden gates will open, and God's unconditional love, and acceptance into his kingdom will reign, and be preserved forever.
The three magic rocks were not meant to adorned, and cherished, but to have a prosperous, and righteous life.
In the city of dread,
Lies a haunted, ghostly homestead.
The masonry draped in cascade of red,
Shared a foul, rot & putrid smell as he's dead.
Deeply I endured & tried hard to encroach,
A sigh of relief turned the moment's approach.
A shadow emerged, dark in ambush,
Staring with gleam & hunger in rush.
Erasing the gap, he turned distinct,
His name, a blade, cut my tongue, i think.
The sharp nails he wedged,
At my waist's curved edge.
Through the spines fixed & anchored, we flew up above the range,
Beyond the empty mouth, I swallowed the raw echo in derange.
Blindfolded by those deep eyes, I lost my senses from the ocular socket in the guise,
Deep down, the blood was drowning loud from the sunk spikes.
Splash, Splat! Sound seemed like I whined & moaned,
The body melted, rained down & disowned.
The cage of ribs emptied and broke out,
He took the heart and threw it in doubt.
1ST Revised version
the psychopathic murdered of 51589.
majority been Innocent and God fearing
whose souls will testify
keeping him in the hell fire FOREVER.
Only did his mother know what evil,
she would have summon God
to stop his evil birth.
The greed in him
has no morality,
just a carnivorous cannibal.
schemes to manipulation human intelligence.
Take away the butchers knife
he becomes a belligerent vampire, blood sucking Idiot
who loves to fascinate his egoistic insecurities.
A specializes killer,
and a molester of the dead.
Human corps excites and motivate this maniac
who enjoy and invite hawks to pick the bones of his victims.
Sick son-of- (you fill it in as I don’t use those word.)
Al Juman the said poet © 9/30/2024
Do unto others as you'd have others do unto you
Many people speak it but seldom ever see it through
Not taking time to consider another point of view
The world that we live in is becoming derange
Things that once seemed taboo are no longer stranger
It's time everyone started working toward making a change
Praise and remember our creator the good Lord above
When you're sick and tired of being pushed and push comes to shove
Kill them with kindness and wrap the enemy in your love
Sometimes, in morning hours, I wake.
Just before the day's bright break,
I pleasantly partake,
In birds joining to sing,
As happiness they bring.
Last night was different and strange.
A fever would, my mind, derange.
I heard just one bird for a change,
And only one note he'd repeat.
This single-tweeting bird said "tweet".
My back with sweat stuck to my shirt,
Each bone in my body hurt,
A black-hooded man came to flirt,
Saying, "I knew one day we'd meet".
The single-tweeting bird said "tweet".
I wished it was a fever dream.
Much too weak and tired to scream,
I gazed at the gate's grand gleam,
To heaven sailed, wrapped in a sheet,
As the single-tweeting bird said "tweet".
Change, watchword of our time
Change without reason, capricious crime
Reform, reconstruct, recast, revise
Change for change-sake – foolish, unwise
Alter, adjust, adapt, amend
Constant change blurs to no end
Transform, transmute, transfigure
Change, all jolts and jarring triggers
Change, our brains from our bodies derange
Change, our souls from the cosmos estrange
Warning signs derange
Why we rehab drug users
If we do not change.
Happiness can be elusive, no matter how hard you try
No matter how much you give and how long the lie
One day you’ll awake and begin asking yourself why
But for Heaven’s sake, I never thought I would cry
For happiness is in the heart which often leads the way
Always being the biggest part in often leading us astray
When will I ever learn to just close that broken door
For by now I simply yearn to not hear it anymore
But I can’t change and my heart is well aware
Saying “you tried to derange, so now fair is fair
But back then I didn’t care, so wrong, I admit!
The both of us standing bare, neither willing to quit
Then in staring each other down I began to notice
He too was wearing a frown, one I could not miss
Making me finally realize after all of those long years
All those broken down cries were really all his tears
Changes, for the sake of nation!
Better take it as a child
Takes new toy, in pure elation
Happy with its childish mind
What was settled, gone forever
Reconstructed for a change
All that looked a bit too clever
Challenging the present age
No more compromise with these
No more aids for the backwarded
Stuff more wars, and talk of peace
Changing times, we’re all rewarded
Yer olde habits will die easy
Stimulated by the law
Cig in hand, we looked so cheesy
Stamp it out, and puff no more
Changes come from outer space
Like a virus, most contagious
They derange us all to waste
Changes, for the sake of changes…
Once I joined that club for fun
Changed my mind, and changed my plan
No one noticed things I’ve done
So I changed them back again.
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