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I wish I could clamp down a lid on my thoughts
And stop them from overspilling
It'd be better than tying my mind in knots
Over worries not so thrilling
I wish I could stop my mind from fast whirring
And sleep without turmoils at night
Sometimes 'tis better to stop than keep stirring
Mind matters that keep me uptight
The strangest of thoughts at the oddest of hours
Getting creative late at night
Being a poet has both its curse and pow'rs
When it leaves me in sleepless plight
I wish my mind had a button to shut down
And blank out when necessary
I would rather sleep than wake up with a frown
But 'tis my burden to carry
05.23.2021
It can take me when the end comes,
be it by sickness, age, or gun,
Snuff out a light started at birth,
stuff me down in cold, dark Earth,
Make my loved ones wail and cry,
when it comes my time to die,
But one thing that gets me is this:
it can never make me not exist,
It can’t undo what I have wrought,
blank out the lessons that I taught,
Can’t change the cold reality,
that things were done, and done by me,
Can’t rob the joy, the love, the fear,
that stretched across my numbered years,
I think that’s why death is so rough,
so brutal on the ones we love,
Forever it must cut us down,
our lives ring like deafening sound,
A song that’s sung, but not by it,
a symphony that will not quit,
It wishes it could be a part,
partake in life’s tangible art,
But death can’t feel the living joys,
so it hunts us, ever annoyed,
Can never know a baby’s hug,
or bare feet on an old, shag rug,
Can never taste a barbecue,
or the smell of a car when new,
Can’t know that it’s a ticking clock,
that gives meaning, makes us take stock,
Can’t know that when you do not end,
it might as well all be pretend,
I think that’s why death brings the hate,
it lives a life that has no weight,
However short these years of mine,
death is jealous of my time.
Glide on the wing then bank to the left
Dive with the wind then bank to the right
Soar on the cloud and feel the sky
So many unanswered questions why?
See the enemy's cloud and turn to fight
Picture that love you had in the corner of your eye
Adrenaline surge in the roar of the stride
Pierce the air with steel, give them nowhere to hide
Hear the gnashing teeth under stone white eyes
Strain the body with 'G', feel the tension cry
Dodge and weave, blank out thoughts on life
Fight with all you have in this outnumbered dog fight
Hero you are, hero you will always be
One of the bravest few who saved your country.
She wears curtains in her eyes
Uses them like a surgical knife
Draws them closed each day
To cut and blank out her daily life
And she slides in the needle
That helps her to find
The matching opacity
Of her tortured mind
Her strength and her addiction
That gets her through each day
Of the life she has to lead
To find the money to pay
For the contents of that needle
So you think her eyes are dead
As you pass her on the street
Just two dull orbs in her head
And sometimes you may think
From her dull eyed stare
She’s not in this world but
In her own hell somewhere
And she nightly works the streets
Harassed, ridiculed, abused
And so many occasions
Just paid for and used
And sometimes for a while
Her eyes are opened wide
Until she slips in her needle
And relief pours back inside
And she resumes her life
As an underclass pawn
As those curtains in her eyes
Are closed and tightly drawn
SINCE THE REGULATIONS OF THE INDEPENDAENT COMPANY
PROHIBITS A WORKER IN "THE FEILD OF PLAY", AND SINCE
THE FINDING OF FACTCO FINDO ACT OF 1901 PERHIBITS
AN ATHELETE TO WEAR A MASK, WITHOUT REIGSTARATION TO
THE SANCTIONING BODY, THE FINDING OF THE HELDUP CHAMPIONSHIP
IS AS FOLLOWS.
AFTER REVEIWING THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH BETWEEN
$@#$$ BOOP! VERSES $#$$$$ cENSERED!
WE HAVE FOUND THAT THE masked wRESTLER (TO REMAIN nAMELESS)
HAD NOT RECEIVED AN OKAY TO COMPETE FROM THE STAFF OF DOCTERS
AND SINCE HE WAS IN THE FEILD OF PALY WERE THE MIGHTY PUTTY FIST WAS FOUND,
AND SINCE THE CHAMPION REFUSED AND WOULD NOT ANWSER THE
REFFEREE'S, AND WAS FOUNDED
IN "NO CONDITION TO CONTINUE" $#$$$$ cENSERED! HAS BEEN
NAMED CHAMPION AND HAS THE RIGHT NOW
TO EXCEPT THE TITLE HE REJECTED, DUE TO HIM NOT REMEMBERING THE VICTORY.( HE WAS UNCONCUSS FROM A DDT BY $@#$$ BOOP! WHO WAS KNOCKED THE BLANK-OUT BY A MASKED MAN WEARING A PAIR OF KNUCKS MADE OF MIGHTY PUTTY.( THE MASKED gUY'S NAME IS "NAMELESS".
WE NOW WILL HOLD -UP THE WORLD TITLE, WHICH WILL BE FILLED, IN A SIX MAN WORLD TITLE MATCH WITH THE FOLLOWING RULES.
WHEN THE MATCH BEGANS, IT WILL BE A SIX MAN BALTTLE ROYALE, WHEN THE FIRST MAN IS ELIMANATED, IT WILL BE A THREE ON TWO TAGTEAM MATCH, AT THE ELIMANATION OF THE SECOND MAN, IT WILL BECOME A A FALL COUNT ANYWHERE(NO DQ) MATCH) AND WHEN WE ARE DOWN TO THREE, IT WILL REQUIRE ALL THREE MEN IN A THREE-WAY..
AFTER THE ELIMANATION OF THE FOURTH MAN, WHEN WE ARE DOWN TO TWO MEN, THE REFERRE WILL CALL THE MATCH EVEN, AND THROUGHT THE FLIP OF A COIN, WITH HEADS BEING WINNER, AND TAILS THE LOSER, WE WILL RECOGNIZE THE WINNER AS CHAMPION, AND THE LOSER AS NUMBER ONE CONTERDER, AND AFTER A BREAK, THE MATCH WILL BEGAN AS A CHAMPION MATCH, WITH ONE FALL AND A 60 MINUTE TIME LIMIT. CHALLENGER VERSES CHAMPION! GOOD LUCK TO ALL CONTENDERS!
(should Brexit be cancelled)
(this is the reality, part 2 of 2)
They believe we will be quiet
overlooking injustice,
but hate lit fire will spread in riot,
for this they have pushed us.
they envision us prosper in peace,
with growth and all fine,
but have hate remain not ease,
their enemy of mine.
they made a mockery of democracy,
expect us play by its rules,
we will choose and embrace anarchy,
won’t recognise what rules.
narcissists blank out true reality,
Remainers have shown they do the same
Remainers and all too my enemy,
this country never be the same,
You must understand,
we do this for a reason,
they didn’t accept defeat,
so now we show them beaten,
Uncivilised rejections of a vote,
uncivilised hatred they grow,
grow and grow will never go,
goodbye Great Britain cheerio.
Seeking out the sanctuaries
till jaggedness wears; blunt
only tumbles harder, to boo
nightmarish: it knocks keen
etching, grooves which rake…
Fleeing sleep, a roused huff
real, wheels in its silent war;
engages a caged subterfuge:
Eloquent is a pebbled stone!
(8/15/2020: Inspira: Sanctuary contest & ‘04 Eliminator 30 Daytona, Davis)
Stone Free Footnotes:
Should I heed the unconscious, or toss?
Throw it back to its recess of non-exist
Obscure it and blank out an angry emo
Not turned, the stone sinks in a cavern
Eventually it buries so deep and I, free…
Free…; till a flooding dream flashes grief
Released, it streams in polish, smoother
Eely slippery it slithers easily to the fore
Emerging, it shines in its dark: do I flee?
Live forever
Lost in my mind
Life getting left behind
Words I try to say
can't seem to find their way
Always getting lost
My heart, the cost
I don't understand
My thoughts were grand
In my mind
The meaning got left behind
What I always find
But when I write
People see the light
Always seems to be so
Words help wherever I go
So this is how I talk
My mind doesn't balk
Doesn't blank out
My head doesn't have to shout
For them to hear
I have no fear
Silent words spoken loud
They stand out proud
They say I am me
My words will always be
Can you not see
For in my head
My words end up dead
This way , forever I live
From my heart I give
What I have to say goes unspoken
Writing them down my thoughts go unbroken
So I share them with you
My desire is true
My body may die
I may never truly fly
Who of you would even cry
But my words will forever live
What pleasure will they give
To those of tommorow
I hope it helps their sorrow
That's all I want
Nobody, do I want them to haunt
Don't want them lost in my mind
Just to be left behind
When I die
For me don't cry
For I will live forever
With the words I have wrote
Here's a little note
By body wont last
Life flows so fast
But lost in my mind
No one will ever find
The dreams I dream
I'm more than I seem
The words run deep
I want them to forever keep
Will no one weep
When silence goes
It always grows
Something everyone knows
This is my word
I want it heard
I don't want it to bring hate
I want my mind a clean slate
So that when this body does die
No one will have to cry
I will be free to fly
Thank you
I speak true
You will see
My words will forever be
~I don't need, In case you haven't heard~
I don't need to strip for no crown, unless you desire large breast
Casarah, there's no need to be deluded by money hungry psychics,
Reading leaves from a tea cup, a misguided fortune of bribes
Can't you see satin gold already streams through my veins
It's not about wanting it bad or how low I would go
I don't need to threaten you or order dominoes
Never would I clean or do your chores,
Rather, I bet you look good dressed as a French Maid
Cleaning and writing around the beauty of everything
Forget the honorable mention, I want first place
This is your week, blank out the pretenders, fakers and haters
They will never have your back once the contest close
As for me, you've been on my dinner plate, since day one
I don't need a grammar base pen, rhyme pattern to win
What I got is hotter, by far the best rates on everything
I don't need Jan to be my friend, Andrea, to address me with a hello
What I have is satisfaction and loyalty everywhere I go.
I got flaws hotter than the sun, strutting my stuff just for you
No need to scratch my back, what we need is a back massage for two
Calgon will give us the youth Greek Gods can't top in 60 seconds
Unwrap yourself from Broken vines, it's time you deal with--
a moon as gold as every word you ever poured from your pen
Let's enjoy the Groveling moon, together we can enslave and take control
You don't need a genie lamp, you are worth more than diamonds and pearls
Together we can toss that lamp back into the Silent of the shadows
Before, greed becomes a misery --- Casarah darling
I got to admit 1,000.000.000 dollars sounds decent
Too bad, Michael's check bounced before it had a chance
Together let's take these sweet little bribes and make the world of it
Flip the bird, burn down all abandon houses
Built another strong community, wait, something is amiss!
Someone owes a gambling debt, coming to you with casino chips
Casarah, I'm not trying to please your mind, or give voice to my bride
I don't NEED to give what you already earn in your honest way
What I want is to win, no attorney needed - I rest my case
Love the Poet Destroyer
DRY MASCARA
Nobody sees through the shadow and the color of my eyes
The times I've cried are the only time you notice the trace down my face
This time,
The sorrow at heart is deeper than anything I've ever penned or spoken of,
an atmosphere of dark film and Revlon
Many times I allowed myself to die, only to return to the living
The numbness of my soul delivers weight nobody can lift
Talk of black eyes, the tale of my life reopens every scar
On good days, the sun seems to stray from where I lay,
Only to reveal the paste that drowns my face
At times I blank out the pain,
the depression compiles the close quarters of my room
Even then, I can't escape every past wound I covered up
Hiding was never the problem, the healing process was
Institutionalized, no longer able to function as a whole
Each cell inside replicates a tight thick wall with no escape
The laughter of nothing sinks into a gulf of tears
With moods more melancholy than most
I press the pain that echoes hard within my head
- I weep
Deep sadness flows with no mercy, no reason
Nothing to cancel out the voices that hush my inner being
In a whisper, I ask for H E L P,
- I bleed
Nobody sees me, nobody hears me, NOBODY.....
The mascara ruins another fake mask
Grief is somber,
a constant reminder to my soul that it can't hide forever
Silence - callous
Until I can't feel anything...
Empty - detached
I felt myself become numb
Emotions gone
I laughed at the end.