I am the Lord thy God,
the invisible man living way up in the clouds,
watching every move you make, alone or mixed in crowds.
I see everything you do, every minute, every day,
and I’ve written ten commandments that you must obey.
And if any of my commandments you decide you won’t pursue,
I’ve built a special little place reserved especially for you.
A furnace full of fire, brimstone stacked to the sky,
torture tuned to maximum for when you disobey or lie.
You’ll spend eternity down there, in agony and misery…
But remember —
through all the pain, the flames, the suffering eternally?
I still love all of you, unconditionally.
He discovered no prime that was divisible.
Yet, he found a way to become invisible.
So, he embarked on a crime and murder spree.
But he forgot just one thing, as you shall see.
The national guard caught up with him at last
because of the tell-tale shadow that he cast.
He was not well
though we could not tell.
I am your invisible man,
Who is weary of revelations.
Warmth from a rub,
A cry, and the tremor
Are all within sight except your love,
Which remains defiant.
I drag a corpse
Whose funeral
Is kept at abeyance
Until you see my face
Every time you unbotton yourself
For your visible men.
Invisible Man Writing Poems In His Journal
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unwritten by James Edward Lee Sr. & Invisible Man
You can see him
an invisible man
Peter Daim
is his name
He is weathered and gray
An invisible man
but you can see him
An invisible man
No one accepts him
But everyone knows him
Poor, dirty and unshaved
Everything he owns
he has in a plastic bag
His precious treasures
He's an invisible man
but you can see him
Under the bridge
where the shadows are
he sleeps at night
Invisible and just him alone
Peter Daim
has no coins
He lives of our
food that we throw
What we call garbage
Everyone sees him go hungry and thirsty
We turn around
Because he is an invisible man
06.05.2016
- Sun :) - Anne-Lise Andresen -
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The Invisible Man (1933)
Farewell, flesh and bone
explore vast unknown
as mere mortals fade
a new god is made-
me and me alone.
Test tube choice,
my silver voice
commands the room.
Pronounce their doom!
I am here.
Unseen fear…
I am God!
Now, fools…
I will
Rule!
The invisible man going to waste.
They said not to rush so instead I tried haste.
Out every week
a regular
a familiar face
drinking at everyone else's pace.
I count the seconds to return
a few free lessons and a lot of drinks to learn!
Faces wobble and I search the crowd
busy and frustrated, the invisible man laughing out loud.
making promises to myself I'd love to keep..
getting let down and loosing sleep.
He stood upon the chair
A knotted rope
Around his neck
All passion spent
Just waiting
For the fall
I never understood, he thought
What others meant
Or why nobody
Quite
Got me
At all
A better place, he thought
Away from
Violent pain
Loss
Misery
And sin
And no one
Saw him
Going out
Like no one
Saw him
Coming in
by Gail
I always wondered what is gods plan-
and just realized im the invisible man-
a spec of dust on planet earth unseen-
as I roam this planet in this endless dream-
my purpose on earth I still cant find-
I walk by faith I cant see im blind-
the lord is my cloak I need gods plan-
he shields me from evil as the invisible man
Peering out as from behind a veil, seeing, but not seen.
Feeling, but not felt.
A faint shadow noticed, yet unrecognized.
As a gentle wind drifts across the shape of a more solid soul,
Conformed, yet having no form.
Ache though I do to step from the shadow, there it is I remain until
summoned,
My existence, my worth, to be bestowed by the one who calls.
Physical form offers fleeting hope of life whole, but to behind the veil I will be
returned.
Callous indifference the cause of my condition, possibly.
Benign familiarity though seems the more likely culprit.
Unknowing, both summoned and summoner are imprisoned, sedated on the
monochrome tapestry of rote daily life. Complacent in ignorance, can escape
be found with captivity unrecognized?
Realization visits but one. Blame not, for what binds one binds the other.
Wake to our state and give name to our bonds. Grieve for our captivity,
Let us then run together as one toward the light.
Devoid of all substance and matter
I am empty to the core
Cold and vacant are my eyes
My soul resides in me no more
Love and desire have vacated my heart
And my will and hope have fled
Any thoughts of joy or happiness
No longer fill my head
Drained of all feeling and emotion
All that’s left is an empty shell
My tears have dried, my voice has gone
I’m now unable to cry or yell
My spiritual existence has ended
And left me completely hollow
If my courage hadn’t left me long ago
I would let my mortal life follow
Indistinguishable from the nothingness
I am the darkness’s biggest fan
As I am now resigned to be
Just another invisible man
I am an Invisible Man.
Known to be a ghost,
and not be seen by the people,
who walk the streets.
I am Invisible to the naked eye.
Seen only at night,
I find myself the most incapable,
of falling in love with the sweet Maiden,
That I first laid eyes on,
at the University steps.
I sit in my dark room,
A ghost in my own habitat.
Living with my dead friends.
Poe, Hemingway, Elliot,
They all keep me company in my time of Invisibilty.
I am Invisible to the naked eye,
and she doesn't notice me.
My portrait Lady,
That I paint everynight in my mind.
She doesn't notice me, for I am a ghost.
A ghost
Who does not belong in the mortal world.
I am an invisible poet,
who writes with invisible ink.
My words are endless, but mean nothing to you,
for I am an Invisible Man.
Across the fields of golden corn there are no subtle waves just wretched waves,
I stand and look and it takes me back to bitterness no clean bright golden days,
I remember standing here with you but you have gone no more smiling at my side,
This was many, many years ago your smile was my sword but you left me you died,
Often I stand in our place with vengeance and anger seeing what we once both saw,
My eyes well up with warm tears I need revenge to calm my hate as never before,
And through my tears I see you my throat burns looking across our favorite place,
So young so pretty full of life my heart stopped, there is so much I cannot face
Living always with sadness trudging through a ruined life it’s been so very long,
You visit my dreams every night then again you leave in the morning you are gone,
And so starts another day of sadness all alone and a heavy aching, bleeding heart,
The words I need do not exist they never will all is pain as it hurts to be apart,
So I get on with my life through its blackness, play the part of a very average man,
Deep inside hidden under hate and bitterness we will be one again, I hope we can.
An innocent angel one made of pure happiness brightened, cleaned each golden day,
On the grass outside our class you making daisy chains, me football, during play,
Friends moving away leaving school gone forever young faces we will never forget,
These young friends were precious gifts we were lucky and we should never regret.
Treading these pathways of the past saddens me then brings a big smile to my face,
When the grass was much greener the flowers smelt stronger and life a slower pace,
You, so tiny such good fun so kind and beautiful I looked forward to school days,
Learning skills for life that were not taught in the classroom but in other ways,
I had known you most of your very short life and for that I am a very lucky man,
I wanted to carry on knowing you my beautiful friend now only in my heart I can,
I see you on the playground laughing and always smiling happy and full of health,
Beautiful days my gold, my priceless diamonds, but you were my precious wealth,
Those beautiful days are lost and gone forever you left me alone when you died,
There is not much I can do I'm lost, scared now you have gone and left my side.
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