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Boyhood days of bees, butterflies and songs,
The protective range of my mother’s voice,
A sweet, happy place where a boy belongs.
A conch shell, a snow-white beach, and a choice.
“Leave it”, she said, “this seashell’s not for you.”
Yet, it spoke like waves - I could not resist.
One day, it whispered things not in fact true -
Through snow, a mirror, I saw that they kissed.
What once was my world, completely shattered.
A broken glass dagger, fountains of red.
My best friend, my girl, all things that mattered.
Oh my God, they cannot really be dead!
My conch shell said, “come to my home to dwell” -
The devil, incarnate took me to Hell.
People tell rumours
Because they have bad motives
They're jealous
They snatch from others
They're greedy
They're overbearing
They're mischievous
But I tell only because I'm careless
I'm simple, straight forward
I believe my senses
I believe what I see
And so people pretend to be friendly
I believe what I listen
And so people say sweet words
I tell my feelings
And so people make plans
I'm educated
I see only evidence
A chance event
Can make a long long story sometimes
I believe my wisdom
I make my own judgement
And try to convince others sometimes
When one day I found that
I can't understand why my lover leave me
He didn't see my hard works anymore
He didn't listen to my feelings and love anymore
He didn't apologize with his sweet words anymore
He didn't smile with his sweet appearance anymore
Just like
I didn't see his heart at the very beginning
I believed my own rumours
Which my eyes and ears cheated my heart
Oh my god
Now it's too late
Satan wants my leg
The right one
He's been trying
for years
First when as a child
in Gonja Hospital
Butt injection smack
in sciatic nerve
The pain - oh my god
flexed my knee
Dr. Lubia with a board
straightened it
Then an excited preteen
on class excursion
Tomato plant in Pwalugu
leg in drain gutter
The osteo that mom treated
with prayers & tears
Anyamu the medicine man
with boiling herbs
Today the herniated disc
pain - oh my god
The drop foot and more
L4-L5 L3-L4
Satan wants my right leg
he wont get it
Try as hard as he can
I'll still keep it
Get back the life, the little short life, from the ocean
From the ocean, sinks my ship; it is broken in this life
I loved a woman, only one, oh God!, please, drop it
Drop this life! Give to the underworld let it be hell-like!
I don't want to live, no, never more, this life is not mine
Not mine? Not my kind; kill me, kill my life, oh my God!
Nobody loves me, but I love the world; hmm, no money
“No money” is my fault, Want you to me without money??
Death just waiting for me; love you, oh hellish like life!
I love you death, you are a true friend. You don’t need cash
Just wait for me, wait silently, wait for my end, oh my hell!
Be my love my lost live in demonic angel life, let be us, us!
Let we the life of hell’s like souls in the darkness of life kind
Let ours our life, the life! The life, what is forever in the life!
Love
You
Us
Let
us
be
Kind
Hell
My life
Ours
They Thrive on Comments but where is their Poetry?
I don't care if you like me or not.
I am here to be a poetry snot.
I don't want you at the PC all day.
That's not the game any human should play.
If you are an ego freak
Call this EGO SOUP.
If a lonely soul, in need of cheer,
Go to a bar to be with people, have
fun and genuine cold beer.
If you are so Poetry wise?
Why drool over words on paper in
Poetry disguise
And the truly good Poets here, what is if
with you?
You drool over the worst, clueless
Poetry, which I eschew.
Yes. Oh my God, you must get a reply back.
No Poetry really means a thing to a commenting hack!
It is balancing act!
Worse than the rack!
7/11/2021
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*Clarification. Poetry snot is simply one who
Likes Poetry over comment reading*
A new low.
Depression is in session in the black hole of my head;
It drags the misery deep inside me and I wish I was dead.
I no longer want to live in a world so cold;
I shiver.
I never forget the emptiness within my heart
And the solitary of my soul.
Love no longer lives here, for I now live alone;
Oh my God how I do detest the silence of my phone.
No more calls of happiness are made;
A new low to be found.
Just sadness and hurt are all I can see,
In the mirror reflecting my face,
Because you are no longer around.
It’s a new kind of low I’m experiencing now,
But it’s a low I like living in, for it can no longer bring me down.
I have hit rock bottom and I live here alone;
But I am happy in the darkness, it has become my home.
A life without love is hard but it is manageable;
I no longer need the light of loves burning candle,
To keep me alive; I find solace in solitude.
My only desire is to see her nude.
But when you look up at every one, who you think you are below,
You find comfort in your misery, because you have hit a new low.
It’s a new low to cherish because it’s a new low I have
And this new low is mine to manage, so I will struggle on with the show.
Another human being stands in front of my smiling
And all I can think about is how I am still dying.
Their happiness makes me laugh because soon they will fall
And I shall have to feel absolutely nothing at all.
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The empty bottles strewn all around
Explain the pain inside my head
As I wake up on the pulled out couch
That doubles as my bed
I don't recognize the feet
That are passed out by my face
I suspect they belong to the women's clothes
That are scattered about the place
The cable box displays three o'clock
I don't know if that's day or night
The pantyhose tied around my wrists
Are starting to feel a bit too tight
The spot on the ceiling spins in circles
There's **** playing on my TV
There's a guy eating cereal at the kitchen table
I have no clue who he might be
There's a slice of pizza sliding down the wall
An unlit bong drips on the floor
Two midgets wearing only sumo thongs
Just walked out the open door
There are lipstick drawings all over my body
A tattoo where yesterday there was none
The question that keeps spinning inside my head
Is, "Oh my God, what have you done?"
The naked lady sits up beside me
I am so relieved she looks just fine
She says, "That was fun, can we do it again?"
Sure. What the heck. What's one more time?
Ok, there’s no jailbreak.
Make room for my innocent alter ego,
because there’s nothing to rebel against.
There are zero classes in my nascent,
year-long, Harvard master’s degree.
They call it ‘self directed study’
and like rockets have stages,
I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’
Am I suddenly at Oxford University?
They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes).
Or am I suddenly grown up and trusted?
I obviously don’t have it all figured out yet,
so I’ll just trust the process.
When I started that other school
(that shall not be named), my advisor
handed me a computer printout - a list
with something like 40 courses on it.
I thought, “Oh, my God,” but one by one,
year over year, I checked-off those courses
and walla! They handed me a diploma.
It was a process.
I understand, if you’re disappointed about the jailbreak, but there’ll
be coffee breaks, lunch breaks, study breaks, bathroom breaks
and more than a few self-directed dance breaks. So stick around.
“You know,” my therapist said, so very seriously, a few years ago,
“you keep laughing,”
.
.
I've Got the World on a String by Robin McKelle
Stoned Soul Picnic by Ledisi & Billy Childs
Shut up!, Shut up!
I can't take this any more
Shut up!, Shut up!
I'm heading for the door
Wake up!, Wake up!
You drunken bastard
Wake up!, Wake up!
Once again you're wasted
Go on!, Go on!
Go ahead and hit me
Go on!, Go on!
Go ahead and leave me
I'll get you!, I'll get you!
I'll stick a knife inside
I'll get you!, I'll get you!
You will take death's ride
Enough!, Enough!
You've hit me way too much
Enough!, Enough!
That will be your last punch
I'll hack!, I'll slash!
I'll cut your striking hand
I'll hack!, I'll slash!
I'll kill you where you stand
The blood!, The blood!
Oh my God, what have I done?
The blood!, The blood!
I hear the sirens, here they come
More awake than ever before
In a Universe of Darkness!
The cold grips me to my core,
But without a body, shiverless.
No heavenly bodies or light,
Only layers of blackened fog.
Then a figure appears to the right,
And moving, disturbs the bog.
I am disturbed! But who am I?
I don't even know my name!
Who put me in this frigid sty?
And why do I feel no pain?
All is silent, no sound is heard,
Though figures move undeterred.
I am frozen, bound somehow,
Why is my movement disallowed?
It is a dream I tell myself,
But, how can I escape it?
I'll cry out to the Lord Himself,
"Please, free my captive spirit!"
"Sir, sir, take your temperature?"
As she taps it on my teeth.
I could not write my signature,
'Cause my memory's still on leave.
Oh my God, the pain is back!
And now I start to shiver.
Because of drugs my senses lack,
But at least some light - a sliver!
And now I knew I did not die.
The staph, it did not kill me.
From the Darkest Pit, He heard my cry,
And chose to give me mercy!
Maybe it was all just a dream,
But, man, it eclipsed those drugs!
And made me stronger than I seem,
In the Inner Man - that's my plug!