covered in dried up blood stains
from stabbin a pin into my scarred up veins
been way past insane
kuz this dimension been lame
done lost tha game
a while ago
lost that dope as$ flow
that I used to emit
from my fly as* soul
couldn't be ignored
anywhere I'd go
super insecure
but try not to let it show
pains throughout my body
from all the mental baggage I got in tow
stunted in this slum
when I know I was supposed to grow
reality hit hard
it was a super low blow
don't think i could be made
to feel any more or low
karma tried to tell me
I'll reap what I sow
now I'm puttin bandaids on all my cuts
..like I didn't know-
that all of the b.s. I bestowed
would Come back 3 fold
Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed
Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned
Where are chiming confluent clocks
highways and internet ?
shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked,
pointless you bet, get set !”
Surely I paid every debt
learnt my lessons very well
trusted faith, no futile fracas
rose from every slothful rut ~
LOST, part of adventurous life
to find own lucid laws
undoing inner sceptic strife
opens all barred doors …
90 Mile Beach
Watching the waves surrender
The beauty of this dance
Played out like a contract killing
The wind rips at the land like a starving rat
Angry at the moon for the tide
Screaming for answers
She strangles the trees
Barely visible in the blue-black light
A silhouette against the sand
Longing for the horizon
He waits like a wayward anchor
Summer is here the sun shine dim,
The rays no longer burn
The world became cold.
Flowers stopped growing
Rejected by the sun,
Slowly dieing the world is no longer fun.
It's the last hour struggling to survive,
Distant by souls time for goodbye.
The past is frozen soon to be forgotten,
Like ripe fruit slowly becoming rotten.
The ocean calm the world keeps turning,
Active Volcano with no lava burning.
Spring has no joy Autumn confused,
The world is lost but what can it do
There’s a hole in my soul
A rip in its fabric
It’s in dire need of repair
When in walks an imam,
Guru, priest, and rabbi
And each of them declares:
Only I have the truth!
If you want your soul mended
You must follow me
Just as God intended!
I walk away in confusion
In crushing dismay
When two young ladies' approach
And here’s what they say:
We’ll show you the path
To mending your soul—Just chant:
Nam-Yo-Ho-Ren-Ge-Kyo!
Just a bit of tissue,
Hidden on a shelf,
Is all thats left of her life,
When she was herself,
The faded copy of a book,
Left on the bedrrom floor,
It fell off the bed,
When she banged her head,
On the bedroom door,
They couldn't hear her calling,
For help into the night,
When she came to in the morning,
She got a great big fright,
She could'nt remember anything,
About the previous night,
She forgot it altogether,
And found a brand new life.
Along the highways and byways of this great nation I drive,
I see people struggling just to survive.
Robbing Peter to pay Paul,to try to live right,
They cry themselves to sleep every night.
They want the best for themselves and their child,
But settle for less in a world gone wild.
They fight with depression,anger and despair,
But keep a grasp on life because they care.
Some fall through the holes that life leaves,
To much dishonor,anger and to many things to grieve.
They get trapped by the bills and pain,
They try to look forward with nothing to gain.
They grab a rope,bottle of pills or a gun,
Away from this world is where they run.
To fast,this world we live in,
Why can't it be slow like it was,should have been.
The sound of the bass
Triggered the noise
Just minutes to sunset
Music filled the streets
Paving the crowd
He stood beside me
Far away from the stage
He looked calm and discreet
Tired by the responsibilities
And the monotony of his work
For him, stardom's heaven
Loved and respected,
Envied by men,
And greeted by schmoes
A life he wished for
But love, his nemesis
Washed away his zeal
Took him far down
To a place
From where there was no escape
He stood numb, locked in dreams
He wished to stay there
With the noise at its peak
I watched my son
Lost in his world
Unforgiven
with one chapter done and another to be written.,
i begain to write. the word " Unforgiven"
and relize my pen bleeds out the old.
and outlines a life worth living,
my story is mine and mine alone to be told,
with rhyme and free verse,
i tell my story with a voice like liqued gold,
my tale is long my exsprances real,
i tell of all i have done wrong,
and of all the feeling i feel,
yet that is in the past. i have a new track to roam,
a new life to start. and a new place soon to be home,
new friends to meet, new hearts to fill,
new dreams to dream, MORE power and Will,
new memories to be made, old one's to replace,
new shadows in the shade, new mask to deface,
new tears to shed, new smiles to smile,
old pain to let lie dead, new ladies to drive me wild,
old friends to help me hold on. new ones to grasp,
new paths to stroll on, a new jokes and laughs,
this chapter in the mind of me, is now written,
for i still write the words. " Sill Unforgiven"
Many across the earth
live a life without hope
a life without any point
in poverty unabling to cope
So many without the basics
struggling from day to day
hoping for a better tomorrow
grasping for whatever they may
Do we shed a tear for them?
do we even spare a thought?
for such as these Jesus came
indeed we His disciples are taught
To all the whole world
to take the whole gospel
to feed their whole soul
Jesus said to go and tell
poetgord@2013
We walk the streets with bumbling feet,
looking for something that ends in defeat.
The meaning of life and why we're here,
we just keep looking, but nothing seems clear.
What about death we have heard so much,
what to believe about god, death, life and such.
Its a guessing game that we cant win,
its the wheel of fortune, give it a spin.
Life is something we cant explain,
life is life my thoughts are in vein.
We will know one day what to believe
but it will be too late, so don't be naive.
purple clouds, lost in shrouds, my life is about, the quiets and louds. i wonder what, the clouds are like, they turn purple, im riding a bike. why are they purple? god only knows, they grow deeper, my curiosity grows. purple clouds, lost in sight, life goes on, and i still have to fight. if its not, illusionated, the milk is sour, and the cheese is grated. to live on a farm, with purple clouds, my soul is gone, and im lost in shrouds.
I lost the love of my life today
I held her hand as she slipped away.
Although my heart wished she would stay
I told her to go, that I’d be ok
for her suffering was too much to bear
And to wish her here would not be fair.
I lost the love of my life today
I’m struggling hard to find my way
She was the one who held me strong
When life was tough and all went wrong.
She was the one whose strength I clung
She was the one my soul had sung
And now she’s gone and I’m on my own
And alls I hear is this endless drone
My mind is numb and my body weak
My soul it has no words to speak
I lost the love of my life today
I Don’t even have the strength to pray
Except to say “dear God Oh WHY”
Why in the world did she have to die?
the moment s/he lost his/her
faith, now tattooed on the
back of his/her hand in a
& burnt on the back
of his/her mind, stands
for him/her as the most
important moment of a
life that in retrospect
had mostly been
wasted---
for in such a moment,
a flood of personal honesty
comes forth &
washes the face of all its
ability to lie through the
mirrored reflection &
this is when
all the lost hours
reveal themselves as the
catalyst for a life stolen
by religion,
a life raped of the best years,
a life sliced open & torn
of experiences that
one can never have, now
that they have grown older---
here, religion &
only religion, has taken
what it is to be human &
cast it out into the fire of
time,
burning away what others
who have come upon a
rational way of living
much earlier---
blame it on the way said individual
had been raised,
blame it on the society surrounding
them,
blame it on whatever one
thinks that they can,
but at the end of the day,
this one life that will come to an end
sooner than later,
has been hollowed out by
the most destructive virus of all
&
it continues to steal, rape & kill,
unabashedly.
They say Im a lover but I know I can also be a fighter/
Im living in darkness today knowing tomorrow ain't going to get any brighter/
Im so heavy in the pain I don't know when *****in life is going to get any lighter/
My *****in life is all crooked and loose I don't think it's going to get any straighter or tighter/
I just need to be useful and not happy is what I lost sight of/
Im a matchbook making matches light up because without me there ain't no striker/
Im just a lost poet trying to find deep within this hard head as a true Writer.....
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