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Words swirl through my mind
forming lines
even stanzas,
but most are lost,
being slammed
against the walls in my brain
shattering them.
Only one word
has escaped this destiny
sitting heavily
in the center...
Rot
to become rotten,
to decay,
to spoil,
decompose,
the tastiest word
in my repituar.
The thing about rot
....that's so nice
is one touch
and it spreads,
living or dead.
all is affected,
the only thing to stop it
is to cut it out.
So I let myself
out of my cage again
ready to use my touch
to help society
spreading,
infecting
caressing,
leaving my mark
on the world.
Now it's time to pay back
what it's given to me,
stop wearing the key around my neck,
and use it,
time to stir the cattle,
enough with
ordering a dinner
and staring at it all night,
find the weak,
the tame,
the unmarked
and go for the throat,
feel the blood
run down my own neck,
the gore
building up, covering my eyes,
burning,
yearning,
enjoying,
calming me,
making it easier
to deal with these things
called people,
the herd,
the curr,
the meal ticket.
Licking my lips
loving the chunks
sliding down my face,
I move to the next,
the next,
the next,
love it,
I won't leave it.
My maiden,
bloody,
quivering
lays on the ground,
slowly,
seditiously
I circle
smacking my lips,
savoring,
holding back 'til...
I go for the lower back
tearing into spine
then
I walk away
let her rot,
let her fester,
wait for it,
enjoyment building
as my disease infects
turning the skin to worthless goo.
Watch it slough off
slowly,
caressingly,
turning to gray,
the most lovely color.
And as I watch
from within an inch
of her face,
I enjoy the pain
streaking it
like a stain in the road
marking
what I'm taking.
No, I am not oppressed.
What I am, is tired. I’m tired of all of the things that have happened in my lifetime. Tired of the things to come. Tired of the pain.
If you want me to be safe, then put me in a rubber room with no sharp objects because I’m so close to unzipping my veins.
I’m so afraid of what you think of me, but that’s why I’m writing this. That’s why I’m doing ANYTHING I can because you can’t hate me if you’re still singing.
Death doesn’t inspire me anymore. Death seems like a comforting blanket surrounding the cold and the sick, for I am the sick. I am the broken. I am the one, who all of you look to for guidance, because I have been there.
I have been a witness to more than you could possibly imagine.
Life to me, is pointless. I have no purpose here. I have nothing to look forward to in my life except for the fact that one day my veins are going to breathe.
The blood is going to pour from each cell, leaving it for the next body to come around.
You see, I’m never who you thought I’d be. You have always seen me as this happy go lucky kid who doesn’t have a care in the world but, that’s not the case. I’m not happy whatsoever.
What you see right now is the biggest facade anyone has ever created.
I, am not oppressed. I, am depressed. I’m so tired, so apathetic.
The world is caving in on my shoulders and I can’t do a single thing to stop it.
The thing that people don’t realize about me is at night, the world begins anew. Each day is a brand new day for us to explore, but for me it’s still in the same place. We are going nowhere and I, am the only one to see it.
So please don’t ask me why something is wrong because you will never get the true answer.
There is one reason as to why I never tell my therapist what is going on inside my head and that is because I do not want to believe that I am truly dying.
I do not want to recognize that the blood flowing through my veins is the poison and my body is making me cut it out of myself.
I do not want to realize that everything that I have ever done up to this point in this life is break everything I touch.
I don’t want to recognize that even through my hardest attempts to make it not true is that
I, am real and goddamnit.
I am alive.
The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend,
The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on the
fourteen hundred block, Forth street. The deceased IE; perp is a white male,
approximately thirty five years old with lots of tattoos, some of them are kind of
indistinguishable. Hair, black, Mustache, black...Lots of rings.
The victim, person attacked, Maria Wiegold, tagged for prostitution seventeen
times in the past five years, was apparently in the process of being beaten and
strangled in said ally. She said the perp had a knife, the Homicide boys said
it was a flensing knife, I had to look that up. Flensing knife, I'll have to remember
that. The perp was struck down before he could kill her. Is this the Ripper?
I think we got us a live one here, in a manner of speaking. Maybe the killings
will stop now, by the Grace of God! " Yo, Brick"! " What do ya want Mikey, I'm kinda
busy here. " I done some checking with the ME, and your ice berg aint the Rip" He's
the broads Pimp, name's Gino Rondo" " arm long rap sheet, attempted murder
more assaults than I can count" " Your lucky you can count to ten Mikey, and
that's with your shoes off" "Awe Brick, cut it out, will ya"!
" Cheese Whiz, Mikey, I thought we had this one in the bag" " You always was a
hard luck story Brick" Yeah, yeah, I'm goin down to the Morgue, check on our
stiff. " William thirty Baker, central, show me 10-9 at central morgue, I'll be on
portable if you need me" " Central, William thirty Baker, will do Brick". Yeah....
" Hullo Doc"! " Hello Brick"! " I'm here for the skinny on my stiff" " You mean MY
stiff, don't you"? " Well....the Skinny as you call it, is, One cut, powerful, downward
thrust, begins at the breastbone and ends at the groin" " Very precise, almost surgical,
except"! " Except what Doc?" " I don't know any surgeons that
use a sword to cut into people" " You sure Doc?" " Quite sure Brick, I've seen
something like this before, in Japan...If I miss my guess, this was done with
a Japanese Katana".
Samurai !!!
Play your clever, cool chord
If it wasn’t for Him, I would’ve drowned in dread
AVOID ME NOT – I’m well…
Getting’ outta my shell
Acting mature best I can
I am in sinking sand…I just need a helping hand
I am scorching aflame like a burnt pan
Things and friends get outta hand…where will my life land?
Give me a fan….I need an AC up in here
I am in fear as I shed one last tear
Sorrow is the shades of green and blue
The moment I met you without a single clue
Then did I notice…
That I was SICK… I coughed on you constantly…
You need no hug or kiss
Just silence, patience, healing and generosity…
You will be missed…miss…
I’m just sick with dem luv flu…
Silly me…if only you knew
That poetry was my outlet and my way out of depression
It was a way out of my ugly, OCD obsession…
I keep labeling myself for no reason
Maybe it’s just part of the flu season…
Give me a reason
To overcome…
The waves of emotion
Like an ocean that collides into me…
I can’t stand the commotion…
Please just cut it out like a rotting tree branch…
Spiraling rapidly into oblivion
Can’t everyone not feel rejection…
Why do I even feel…
I don’t want to feel anymore…
Score to the one I’ve been looking for…
There’s no one in the world who would like me…
Please, please…
Storm into the room of my doom
Stop being a tease
I pray, oh God, get me outta this room
Inhaling and exhaling anxiety and depression
Everywhere I go, I can’t hold on to anything so great…
You are the best thing life can ever give me…
You gave me direction towards Christ’s resurrection…
God’s Kingdom Come…let me enter into God’s gracious gate…
Let me be, deafening silence…
The weather didn’t make me at all better…
Let me roar to the core…you loved me to the maximum when all there was was a minimum to your hate…
God’s Kingdom come… I am feeling numb…
Numb and dumb…covered in corruption’s cum…
Snap out of it…I am in the trance of Satan’s realm
I’m sick…leave me alone with me, myself and I tonight…
Tonight, I fight this fight with might…alright…
Crawl into my bed tonight, love of my life…
Reduced to naught, but my unstoppable strife…
Look at the color of that face,
It should not be in this place,
We do not want that face to stay,
Stop! God loves that face anyway
Look at that black evil heart,
Terrible hatred it must impart,
Cut it out and throw it away,
Stop! God loves that heart anyway
The truth is not in him for he is a liar,
He spreads deceit like a wildfire,
Don’t believe a word he might say,
Stop! God loves him anyway
Look at her, the loose jezebel,
She has slept with everyone I can tell,
Don’t speak to her today,
Stop! God loves her anyway
There is that man a convicted thief,
He is worth nothing and has caused much grief,
Lock your door while you are away,
Stop! God loves him anyway
How ugly are those deformed legs,
What a pitiful disgrace when he begs,
It is best to ignore him, look away,
Stop! God loves him anyway
How fat can one person be?
That is so disgusting, I am glad it’s not me,
How could anyone end up this way,
Stop! God loves him anyway
What a complete failure of a man I say,
He has never had anything go his way,
People laugh at him every day,
Stop! God loves him anyway
She murdered her child before it’s birth,
She thinks it was nothing without any worth,
A monster without a conscious some say,
Stop! God loves her anyway
That drunkard, never enough for him to drink,
He’s thrown his life down a bottle I think,
A stop in every bar along his way,
Stop! God loves him anyway
She is the biggest hypocrite that ever lived,
Two faced with nothing ever good to give,
I hope she gets her reward I pray,
Stop! God loves her anyway
Her mind is gone, she is curled on the floor,
Throw her a hospital, lock the door,
We don’t have to think about her this way,
Stop! God loves her anyway
I am a pitiful waste I realize,
I will never measure up in anyone’s eyes,
It’s too late for I give up today,
Stop! God loves me anyway!
If God forgives so should we,
If we accept Christ, God will set us free,
Before you judge today,
Stop! God loves us all anyway!
You dragged me down to your level with your heartless judgment...love didn't arrive at my doorstep
You are the predator and I’m the victim
You are the executioner and I’m the man, tied up to the chair
GET A GRIP....
SIP...satisfy your taste buds with happiness....and dip dip dip
Into the river
R I V E R
Disappear, fear that clothes me
Reappear, fearlessness that suffocates thee
Your river of deceit leaks out… now, I can clearly see
Your true colors…you resurrected radiance in the eyes of millions…and you allowed me to escalate with ecstatic eagerness and enjoyment, much like a satisfied, well-watered tree…nurtured by sunlit glee
I never thought that this all could be
You push me to become like all felons
Possibly, doubt slipped into my mind and traded me with prosperity in the hands of tragedy
Nothing can harm us...
We're on the same bus
You killed my trust and hope…and fed your twisted honesty
Our bittersweet chorus of lies and miseries sings its tune of tainted lullabies
Move on once again we must…or we’ll be targeted by calamity
I know you hear me, but you ignored my silent cries…oh darling, how the time flies…
Oh please, darling angel, fix me, for I am a wrecked-up bicycle – never wave your
Misery-laced goodbyes…cut it out before it devours us with utter distress!
For you, I am now saddened and try to untie myself from this mess…
As my love and hope for you slowly but surely dies,
Sift out the vile lies and don’t ask your why’s
I still hear your wistful cries
You relied on the Lord of the Flies
And you engrossed him…now, he draws near to you because you enchanted him with your miraculous powers…I was spell-bound and gravity-bound in the chambers of alienation while you were showing off your capacities…I thought it cool!
You say it’s a natural gift that’s used as a priceless, grand tool…but, I take you as a fool!
GOT TO CHANGE THE CRAPPY WAYS
To all kinds of crappy individuals,
who think they are high and mighty.
I find them people with no principles
for they are really mean and slimy.
I was a disability specialist for years
analyzing and processing disability claims.
I heard claimants’ demands for hours
or their attorneys’; they could be profane.
They wanted the money they believed
they were entitled for paying the premiums.
The reason for delay, they could not perceive
and the fact their employer paid the premiums.
They said or screamed, “you don’t know anything”
and asked for the supervisor or manager.
I would say they would tell you the same thing,
so read the policy for we follow the same parameter.
Their attorneys would say I am an attorney,
like telling me I was nobody and they were better.
They would say I would sue you, like it would deter me.
I said, “go ahead and send it in with documents altogether”.
I would read them the provisions of the policy, why we
need documents and they would not even have a clue.
Appeared they were just concerned about their fees
without getting and reading the policy for a review.
Some of these claimants, they did not want to work.
They filed for disability benefits, as source of income.
Telling them they were not disabled, they were irked.
No disabling conditions to take advantage of the system.
To people full of crap, like rudeness and dishonesty.
Change the crappy ways that would not get anywhere.
I am not judgmental, I am telling with complete honesty.
Cut it out, meanness, nastiness would lead nowhere.
1/9/22 King-Size Bull Crap Poetry
Charles Messina
Used RhymeZone
My beliefs and values constantly change,
they are not stagnate, and will never remain the same.
why this is so, I may have a couple ideas,
a shift social change I guess is the biggest one to fear.
Gone are the old ways, once were warrior styles on,
you can't beat the shyt out of everyone, when things go wrong,
people are actually watching now, what each other do,
all ready with there phones, to ring the cops on you.
This has evolved over years, people are forced to change,
no longer are they allowed to hide there shames,
you see it on the television, displayed everyday,
remnants of those, who want things to stay the same.
Through there humiliations the lessons are taught,
you act a certain way, you will be caught,
as more and more laws are passed, to correct peoples ways,
upset are the peoples, restricted by law that will not sway.
Some of society is slow I guess, it's taking a while to catch on,
social conscious is here now, it will never be gone.
you hear a mighty uproar when people get singled out,
trying to bet the system, cut it out.
Social change is a good thing, I wish I had it in my time,
but it conflicts with my beliefs and values, always conflicting with my mind,
I push myself to adapt, re programming all I can,
being able to change I think, makes me more of a man.
Social change has never been the enemy, the enemy lies within,
all it's ever really done, is point out peoples sins,
unlike some people, who think they know it all,
social change has a better vision, for a bigger brighter world.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Form:
Earth revolving, spinning relentless
Like my mind around these problems that are endless
Just when I think I can solve them
They keep growing and changing,
Falling just outside my reach like a dream that I’m chasing
Searching for a way out, but still scared of these changes
Feeling like I’m trapped, like the mice in their cages
Looking for the truth but nothing in this world can make a difference
Living a life filled with emptiness
Where else do I turn? Please help me put an end to this
All the world looks to themselves, thinking they can find the answers
We have to cut it out, have to get rid of this cancer
Money, power, greed, people think this makes the world go round
And that’s the reason why all the murder, rape, and lies abound
But I can tell you something so just listen up, don’t make a sound
That Jesus is the truth, the only one, no others can be found
Hung up on the cross, bullied beaten killed, all for our sins
But no one seems to care, we’d rather dwell on all our worldly things
He wants to save us all, we just need to let him pull the strings
We’re puppets in his world, not the leaders, he’s the only king
Salvation is his goal, into heaven, as if we had wings
So lay your problems at his feet, once bloodied hands will guide your way
With all that’s black and white, and all those many shades of gray
He’s the only one who won’t lie, will never lead you astray
If you want to see the light, and make the darkness go away
Then listen, close your eyes, and get down on your knees and pray
Busted
Me and Wife stealing Cousin Wayne
It’s then we drove due north …..
It there we met an Escort…………..Ford Escort panelvan head on destroyed
Near death was the report……….psychic said I died and got replaced by ?
The guy had a naked lady
In the car with him
At 90 miles an hour
Broken bones, I had to grin?…………broke collar bone, leg bone 3 toes
So kidnapped from the hospital
By good old cousin Wayne
I broken staggered in the door
Broken leg the main
Me leg it swelled with awful pain
Tin opener took off the cast
I went to Kullinjah in the rain…………….my Dads cattle station ranch 20,000 acres
Learned to switch off pain at last…….i’d now say bye bye pain and away it went
Boredom took me out of bed
A fencing on the line
Broke collarbone got a us-ed.......pick up right hand put on brace n bit,
Drilling wire holes at the time twist with good left arm
3 weeks of eating only steak
My bones they healed 4 me
I lost a stone I limped alone
My Injury set me free
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Crowbar and shovel to put posts 3 foot in the ground.
Had to be rammed in around the post in the hole by crowbar
Hard work try it. Had an arm full of glass went to the doctor to get piece out.
He said no I can’t do it. I said “cut it out you fat little bugger! “, he did!
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