Gaoler
You’ll feel obliged to make them happy
You’ll cut your hands, because
You want them to be happy
But if you’re not bleeding
You’ll starting to feel guilty.
They’ll remove your spine
And you won’t feel resentful
Connect your limbs to strings
and make you read your lines
If you stutter,
They’ll make you feel guilty.
After you’ve killed your self,
They’ll start to mould you
into a clay figurine
And keep you on a shelf
Where your life is written in stone
And you’re the gaoler.
Categories:
gaoler, identity, loss,
Form: Imagism
I am the devil,saitan is my name
And I am the gaoler of this prison called hell
Unfortunate souls are brought here without fail
Which i happen to enjoy and call my game
And from eternity I have become a prisoner in my own jail
Without parole,judgement and bail
And so I have become tired, walking down the same lane
I had created this world according to my rules
But not having the same anger as i had back then
I am even frustrated of being called the death over
My apologies never reached Him,thus becoming one with the souls of the fools
Neither Christ,nor Salvation could lead me to GOD
And thus become one with the SOUL of THE LORD
Categories:
gaoler, faith,
Form: ABC
Time stands still for the cooler king,
Hey, Hilts, throw the baseball and
Don't sweat a thing;
Listen up close and the bell will ring
And the cons in their cradles will swing and swing.
The jailyard blues rap a hollow sound
And the future may lie in a
Hole in the ground;
Some fools like to think they're homeward bound,
But revolving doors spin around and around.
And the Devil he knows a thing or two
About sinners and souls and
Fixing a Jew;
But what the hell can an inmate do,
Stuck behind bars in a human zoo?
Cabbages, kings and gaoler keys,
Kicking back in the yard and just
Shooting the breeze;
Crawling the concrete and cracking some fleas,
Crime is the cure and I'm the disease.
Woke up this morning and misplaced my name,
But my friend on the outside still
Harbours the flame;
And it burns with a vengeance nobody can tame,
The girl thinks the world, ain't it always the same?
Categories:
gaoler, life, people, social, visionary,
Form: Verse