Long Freaks Poems
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I’m haunted
Taunted
By spirits of the dark
I’m no morning lark
Mournin’ in the mornin’!!!!!!!
So paper-thin…within me…
UNDER my skiN…
I made a new language –
Ignored…angered…an opened refridge –
Once cold, now warm
B/C
I forgive……………
You?
Shying away from the fact that I love you
I, maybe…, hate you??
No, I can’t…
Murder and hate go hand in hand
I just don’t understand
I’m in a COMA…
I’m DYSLEXIC
I’m a labeler to myself
I have boy Alzheimer’s
I have, oh boy, autism…
No offense to others who have these conditions
I’m white…
Despised despite
I’m black
In the inside with spite
But I need HIM…
Right now…
Patience and self-control is needed
Somehow…
So uncertain
So ashamed
In society - a secret curtain
Ove NO-Named
Resentful
Hurtful
Your words mean to me
Beautiful
Ugliful
My words are to thee
Thee saved me…
Didn’t you…oh I c…
See…for those grammar hoes…
Counting my foes…
On my toes…
Countless I must add
I’m a rad lad
I must subtract
Because I’m not exactly
Cute…to be exact
I’m ugly inside and out…frankly
Melony: Ah don’t be so hard on yourself ^^
Me: I must be to be handsome again
Melony: You are handsome though…
Me: Ah no you’re just playing…
Voices…
Can rejoice too
Shoo shoo –
NOISES………
SH!
I’m a rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Drums, come on in…
Piano…play my notes…
Where have you been?
In the rain with coats?
Drums…
Don’t dumb me,
Chips
Don’t mess with these…
Man ****
They jiggle with the remaining skin…
I’m skinny and I’m proud of it
You all are fat and wanna throw a fit
Fat people are awesome tho
So, don’t be offended if I were you
The person in the inside matters more than the outside
I love you, no matter what color
Or shape…
Don’t call me racist or judgemental…
DON’T be negative
And don’t be too +
Gotcha?
Ok good…
Geez la weez…
OMW to meeting some pessimistic freaks
And some mighty cute nerd geeks
Kid Dirt
If there was ever a you and me
If there was ever a parting of the sea
I surely would have let you down
Though the moments were to die for
When I'd hold you in my arms
And look into the creature that you are
In a World full of hatred and fear
Full of wrong beliefs and right someone else's wants
We breathe in unison and exhale our poison through the air
In a World full of hatred
It is all a mystery of what and a fortress of why
We share our thoughts but they get cast aside
Faces I needed to be
In the late end of a summer dream
I just couldn't get it right I just couldn't think
Now I feel washed up on a beach
All the things that mattered seem extinct
All the promises to myself were just instinct
All the love we had
Distant heartbeat of God's knowing
I can't find my soul
It never came back from those two odd ball heroine freaks
I gave away my soul for I danced with illusion
I gave away my chance to have a place to come home to
The place some call religion others call a mystic prison
I just want to look in you eyes and ignore the wants and needs
That we call survival
And the crawl of the poor and the dirty windows of tomorrow
Callin all sheep,
Time to wake the hell up;
Time is running out,
And so is your luck.
Are you gonna sit back,
And be led to the slaughter;
Will you leave this messed up world,
To your sons and daughters.
Will you fall in line,
And take some unproven jab;
Filled with mind controlled serum,
In every evil stab.
Its time to open your eyes,
And lift the darkened veil ;
Its a war against our souls,
And we cannot fail.
This world and humanity,
Has been fast asleep;
While the rabid spreading evil,
Runs wide and deep.
If we don't fight now,
Soon all will be lost;
And your children will suffer,
And reap all the cost.
Raise your voices and banners,
And march a billion strong ;
Until the power hungry freaks,
Melt in our freedom song.
Rise up everybody,
Become sheep no more;
The time to sleep is over,
Time to prepare for a war.
Freaks creep out from the cracks
Peeking from behind their masks
Tentatively removing the veils
To test the light of day.
Sun, the source of purification and growth,
Accommodates all without distinction,
It is after all the source of Life,
And so within its light the freaks shine.
Moon, on the other hand,
Transmitting and muting Sun’s harsh rays,
With her passive face in reflection,
Hides in cool shadows what lies within.
The freaks empowered by their shadows
Emboldened by Sun’s clear light
Take their place out in the open
As if it is their birth right.
All men created equal, after all.
But the light and shadow are not the same,
As life and death are not,
And yet in the freakish they are merged.
What is this nature that seeks to morph
Into some novel and new form,
Something creative and self made
For the simple pleasure of self expression?
Visions come and visions go
As any dreamer will tell you
But the ones that remain within the light of day
Are the ones that need release.
Rights of passage, rites of exorcism
What the world builds up, it brings down
Wave upon wave, carrying all detritus
Is the way the unwise learn.
Humanity has learned this dance long ago
Accommodating and healing all that arises
But relegating it to its proper time and place
A day of festival to let it out, and put it all away.
(11/6/25)
“Well, Dad, I’m off to good old Princeton, the college of our dreams”
“Yes, son, won’t be long and you’ll be Vice-President of my corporate team”
"So, son, are you taking any business courses this semester?”
“Well, Dad, I thought I’d give that Princeton tiger a test or --
you know, get my required courses out of the way first”
“I see, my son, I see. So what’ll it be: English, Physics, trigonometry?”
“Well, Dad, actually it’s everyone’s favorite class on campus”
“In what discipline, son? In what field?”
“Well, Dad, it’s in anthropology”
“Anthropology? Why, that’s for stoned-out freaks who hang around the Plaza”
“Well, Dad, not really. Um, er... It's #1 in popularity.
-- It’s a course on the intersection of gender studies
~ and the genocide in Gaza”
(Gulping): “Son, can you describe the contents of this ‘campus favorite’ to me?”
“Well, Dad: ‘Drawing on decolonial, indigenous and feminist thought, we examine
how genocidal projects target reproductive life, sexual and familial structures, and
community survival.”**
“Gadzooks! Guess you won’t be needing my old beaver coat at Princeton. Heh-heh… Now tell
me, son: How is this intersectional genocide course gonna pay for the mortgage and groceries
at all?”
“Well, Dad ~ Isn’t that YOUR JOB, old buddy, old pal?”
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
** Taken verbatim from an article on Princeton by Peter D'Abrosca of Fox News, today's date.
The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land –
They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
While Acrobats step pitapat above the shifting sands
And Lady Fat sits down to chat and oozes charm unplanned.
The Dwarfs in suits, so small and cute when marching with the Band,
Ask crimson Clowns with frozen frowns, to hold a mutant hand,
While Tamers’ whips with withered tips, throughout the winter land,
Lure Cats entranced through hoops enhanced with flames of fires fanned.
White Elephants in big-top tents boast black-tusk contraband
To regiments of Sycophants who overflow the stands,
But No One sees anomalies, and No One understands.
At night’s demise, the dither dies, the lonesome Crowd disbands,
Down dead-end streets the Horde retreats, their tattered rags in strands,
And Janes and Joes reweave their woes, for thoughts of change are banned.
To play a part in Three-Ring Art, I thought I’d try my hand –
I mastered skills, I felt the thrills, I breathed and seethed firsthand –
But destiny denied to me to taste a lifetime spanned
With tightrope walks and trapeze chalks ... excepting second-hand...
For alcohol provoked a fall, as if a reprimand,
And now, a heap, I sometimes keep the ticket office manned...
The freak world filled with fuss, that ravage your hope at once, here only to humiliate and judge.
Wanna push in the well of extreme dark night, a well of nowhere, from which no that can pull out,
You alone have to lose or win this worldly fight.
If you're bright and fine, these freaks will be near, And at worst and dark time they will leave you in tears,
But fate that resides inside, could calm the burning fear.
what they might think,doesn't matter,
All it does is- waste time and mind scatter
So, Be yourself and set yourself free, Like the fallen leaf from a deadly tree,
You might be called dumb and fool, If you'll be different and leave this toxic pool, So, dive into the ocean of liberty -a peaceful soul.
...You see people dividing us,
some ‘oppressors’ and others ‘oppressed,’
they claim that it’s ‘social’ justice,
a brutal and crushing concept.
They care not for what you have earned,
they don’t even care about crime,
just look at skin and genitals,
ignoring what is in your mind.
You’re not a person to these types,
just a thing they can move about,
they care not for your sovereignty,
for morals, what’s wrong and what’s right.
But free people are entitled
to equality under the law,
to be treated one at a time,
not given a deal that is raw.
If your county favors this way
then you’re living in tyranny,
that government should be abolished
or altered until you are free.
Perhaps the worst are those out there
who silence voices they don’t like,
attack you job your family
if you exercise free speech rights,
trying to warp your very thoughts
by restricting what you can say,
those who ‘cancel’ are the monsters,
much deserving of all our hate.
What is a man if he cannot
think and express what he finds true?
Freedom demands we speak our peace,
it’s a duty we have to do.
Without it all the bad ideas
aren’t subjected to real critique,
that’s why they want to silence us,
to hide that their bullies and freaks.
They make up all these ‘hate speech’ laws
to try and put a bow on it,
but freedom always cuts both ways,
we need the good words, and bullsh-t.
If your country won't allow this
then you’re living in tyranny,
that government should be abolished,
or altered until you are free.
Under the microscope we are under watched by a near by species
For some reason they think we are a life form that takes it to easy
Over the years we were abducted; that was a mistake the aliens became uneasy
Unique in several ways we are human and that they see we are strange
Fooling them we act very hostile yet our mindset needs be rearrange
Opening our minds they started to look, but our minds seems to weird and derange
Upset, the aliens take our species to try to understand
Freaks of nature we seem to gather with costumes and sounds of band
Old as time they been coming to our planet and this is what they found, like us, land
Unrelenting we humans seem to focus on a different path
Feelings we have the aliens do not understand what we have
Odd we are, we are the only species in the galaxy that really know how to have a bath
Unrealizable that we do adore the stars and lights in the sky
From all our studies we look up and see the lights that make our world, we cry
Only now we reason with the aliens we are fools in our world and we sigh
the truth is nobody wants to see or read the truth,
i personally don't give three s about what you all anyone thinks
but i do know it is the way that controls you.
You don't have to be the slave but you choose to
because you think there is the way not to offend the rich and
those in control, but you see i still don't give three s about it.
You go ahead and write about how your fake feelings are making you'
feel and i will write about your failures because isn't that
what everyone WANTS TO HEAR, ILL BE FAMOUS BEFORE YOU!
The example is here, in this amazing poem which
the freedom of expression is already being blocked!!
How can i write how a truly feel if i am getting blocked
and controlled! Why don't you ask what i had for breakfast
and what i afterwards! Who cares if i say or or ass
or any of that, its not like you are any better for blocking me!!
This is the ing problem, you see i can write poetry,
but as of now i really feel like writing because
all i see is , now your fake,
Hallmark poem should hurt everyone's feelings because poetry
is about freedom of expression and not about control,
so off!!