Long Phonies Poems
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My mind is chiseled from ice
Hair itchy as if infested with lice
Reality isn't so nice
But living in fantasy has a price
We're all prisoners to our own despair
Uniquely personal but unequivocally unfair
Thoughts form the confines of a lair
Eroding values so beware
Almost every line I've written is laced with pain
But the words are smudged and more of a stain
And I struggle with conformity again and again
As I seek to stay within the lines of my own lane
Why can't the gods see all I want is to be free
But my mind is a prison surrounded by endless sea
And with no way to flee
All I can do is hope to find the key
Reality is a knife that cuts deep
Down to the bone the blood will seep
No matter how many tears I'm still a creep
And there is no empathy as I weep
When the ice of my mind finally breaks
Because of the phonies and fakes
I'll be shivering with the shakes
But it's too late to prod the brakes
People will say they care but refuse to show it
Because deep down they don't care if they blow it
Because apathy runs deep and we all know it
The end of my life's rhythm they can only slow it
In a world full of talking heads
I'm just a statistic among the walking dead
And shattered ice litters my self-made bed
But it's the next life I truly dread
Families are divided
Families are dysfunctional
Families do not have to be
Blood relatives
Families are people
Who loves, accept and forgives
People come
And people go
Families always have your back
Families are dedicated
To keeping you on track
Don’t be fooled
By the fakers
And the phony family members
Because fakers and phonies
Are like a fire that
Spark crackling embers
Know your family
Don’t stay apart
Know who loves and accept you
Right from the very start
Matters not
Who crosses your path
You will know
Who your family are
From the bottom of your heart.
Written by Mintra J . Mankasingh
Feb 16/2018.
They say we Jews are afraid
that no one 'now' will come to our aid
Murder of Jews in America is multiplying
more and more hate crimes, innocents dying
Well, that’s the way it’s always been
as any Jew with two eyes has seen
Six million of us killed by Hitler and his cronies
without a hand lifted to stop it by Roosevelt and his liberal phonies
To prevent the last 750,000, from Hungary, from being gassed
they only needed to target one railway pass
But FDR and his friends grew up hating those ‘damn Jews’
so, all our urgent pleas they angrily refused…
Today though, there is Israel, the Jewish state
reestablished in '48 on the back of global hate
A state that stands boldly against acts of terror
where Jewish Israelis glance not in the rearview mirror
My fellow Jewish Americans, the time is now to emigrate
let's remake our lives in Israel ~ before here it’s too late
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Anyone willing to do the slightest bit of research will find out
just how big a Jew-hater FDR was from his early years on...And
his shocking wave-of-the-hand dismissal of so many urgent
pleas to spare one or two bombs to target Germany's transport
of 750,000+ Hungarians Jews to Auschwitz in 1944 STANDS OUT
as perhaps his cruelest act as President, right up there with the
much more widely publicized incarceration of up to 1,800 Japanese-
Americans during WW2.
As a child I had recurring dreams
Of Indians, death and gorilla themes.
The Indians rode on painted ponies,
So real they seemed, they couldn't be phonies.
Turned out they were real and scouts to boot,
My Dad was tapped out, ain't that a hoot!
The gorillas were loud and right outside,
I cried to Mom, I had to confide.
One morning she woke me and said "Listen up!"
My gorilla was only two bird dog pups!
But the worst of all was my dream of death,
I was dying or dead and couldn't catch breath!
Just how would I die and when would it be?
Turns out I'd have to wait years to see.
Mom said, "Never fear, for Jesus is here."
"Just pray to The Lord, and keep Jesus near."
Soon the dreams faded, gone from my life.
Understanding my dreams, had lifted my strife.
To all who claim that they are always here for me,
whenever I need to reach out and seek support from anybody.
All of you, and I mean all of you are all hypocritical phonies,
who just want to feel good about themselves selfishly,
convincing yourself that you're helping one in need,
when all of you couldn't care less in reality.
When I am attempting to pour my heart out with great difficulty,
Shut Your Freaking Mouth, and just listen to me.
Allow me to complete a thought or sentence at the very least.
Don't be so driven to hear yourself talk so eagerly,
because the message you are sending to yours truly,
is, "I'm not listening, I'm not interested, I just want to talk on endlessly."
Allow Me To Express My Grief Openly,
without getting interrupted by your annoying voice continually,
and that's just the hypocrites I've dealt with personally.
To the rest of you out there, the assholes of many,
who claimed, "I'm here for you Bill. I would die for you Billy."
I never asked anything from any of you previously,
but when I asked all of you a small favor that was important to me,
a task performed literally costless, conveniently and effortlessly,
not one single response from my so called family or friends, not any.
was received from any of you bastards and bitches, not one of you phonies.
So I guess what I'm trying to express here in it's entirety,
is Screw All Of You Mother Screwing Phonies, SCREW EVERYBODY!
Every MotherScrewing One Of You, STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!
My walls were once strong as if Theodosian
But now they're cracked and covered in graffiti
My ambition was once grand as if I was Justinian
But now my goal is to simply make it to tomorrow
Somehow I'm sitting here with Byzantine Blues
Sit with me and sift through the clues
I'm afraid I'm due for a collapse
As if it was 1453 perhaps
My beliefs were once stable and staunch
As if they came from the Patriarch of Constantinople
My friendships were once strong like a Byzantine army
But now I'm left sifting through phonies and fakes
And I'm still sitting here with Byzantine Blues
As ghosts walk among Orthodox pews
I'm afraid I'm due for a collapse
On my window the Grim Reaper taps
Look at me in the eyes
I'm larger than life
A towering monolith
Surrounded by phonies
And plastic ponies
It's a shame I'm the only
One standing tall
But he who stands tall
Must inevitably fall
At least that's what they say
But they say
So many things
So in one ear
And out the other
Look me in the eyes
Tell me when I'm tellin' lies
Each day is a new chapter
And sure
Maybe I cut some pages out
But I've still got a novel
Built from numerous experiences
And those dark days
Those really dark days
Are like drifting storm clouds
But at the very end
Is a pot of gold
And if I may be bold
Look at me now
I'm larger than life
Yeah, I'm larger than life
Aye kid, Baby joe
You should know the norms
The world is filled with phonies
Shouting behind the curtains
Do nothin but only to blame
Aye kid, little joe
Cover your eyes, plug your ears
You will know nothing but fears
Why do people not care
Whoever may speak the truths
All lost in herd of sheeps
Aye Kid, little Rebel joe
Let the birds chirp from behind
Where you shout, everyone bites
The world just keep burning on and on
To them nothing seems to matter
Their words filled with nothing but void
Aye kid, big Angry joe
Just be the norms
Become the phony
Close the curtains
Be the sheep
Join the herd
Don't think
Coward that you are
You can only do nothing,
but learn to blame
Aye! lonely, Heckler Joe
Be that you are
Forever insane, ignore the sheep
Soon you will find peace in this chaos
Just think not as one but as Own.
not from your heart, but from within your soul
Let the phonies blame,
But you must become sane
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Stubbing my toeses and whiskers on women
Stepping on nettles and by a swarm of bees bitten
Bounded like hostages tied up with strings
These are a few of my suckiest things
White collared phonies and bills piled in oodles
Bad smells and poop felled from schnauzers and poodles
Old geezers who cry when the old swooner sings
These are a few of my suckiest things
News from the presses with more stock value slashes
Cornflakes that grow soggy when in the milk splashes
Little wood splinters that felt like a sting
These are a few of my suckiest things
When the moon lights
When the glee sings
When I’m feeling glad
I stumble upon one of my suckiest things
And everything turns bad
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Leading you!
Close your eyes let me show you the way
Not a hit movie or child's play
Let me reveal some things to you this day
Answer questions family feuds pass my days
My ways are better than yours remember
Like Rocky shot Bull winkle twinkles December
Let me change sides arrange the lyrics to your song
Sony kicked death jam with Chris bomb
Based projects sold fences with wrenches
Battled down tears with walls called truth with suspension
Called out the wanna be's
Bees with no tree flowers with stems broke back pinned in with fig leaves
Let me separate wheat from tears
Phonies with no hairs
Traces of laces lies slipped in with truth see
Listen to me I have all the antidotes
Cable with no remotes
Change traded for stock piles without notes
Who says that I am
Cap sized skillets sticking like Pam
Pressured arteries hospitalized pumped up with methadone like shame
Discovery hidden in the dark
Let me reveal to you when light hit the chart
When man made time
Talk mess with no rhymes
Peeped game like Slick mine
Rick Ross with no crimes
Let me strip up a mid line
Crooked ways been signs
Operated chilled shine
Gold nuggets been laced
With under cover who based
Truth facts with out states
Property been paid
No money like mechanical tool base
Wait now later caught up with tooth paste