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Douglas Caratozzolo Poem
This place is pathetic,
my critique’s not unique when living amongst these freaks,
everybody so demonic, crisis mode, my diagnostic is more than socioeconomic,
I see your issues their tragic,
learn how things works, otherwise it just seems like magic,
life lessons for the session,
aggression towards what we’ve stepped in,
any minute a life can be taken,
no extra life, this ain’t PlayStation,
spending days in sedation,
I spit this for myself, and the angels I’m facing,
can’t quit with it, mental guilt with weight like gravity,
I preach the truth but naysayers call it blasphemy,
lyrical, mystical soldier, let’s see them take that from me,
I battle things on planes unseen,
all your babbling just gets in the way of what you really mean,
I said it, I meant it, this world is demented,
society’s a forgone conclusion, yall are morons stuck in the illusion,
peyote at the oracle, every time I spit its historical,
spit the rhetorical, flip rhymes with Eric, like I always do,
cleric, Epic, the sacred jewel, I don’t deal with your hatred dude,
let it eat you, sharp like Ginsu, in a world that doesn’t want you,
did God trick my spirit, into being fearless,
devils don’t want to hear this, they hate my appearance,
I’m breaking paradigms and ceilings, with half a rhyme revealing,
apocalypse now like Brando, on life, barely got a handle.
Copyright © Douglas Caratozzolo | Year Posted 2022
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In hindsight, I’ve always kept my mind right,
I only lose sleep at night over the that I write,
it’s like the weight on Atlas’ shoulders, are you hearing what this rap is,
a fight against the controllers, modern day john the Baptist,
but I ain’t selling a savior, it’s too late for later,
my labor of love, Ep the revelator,
takin my time, like im taking in drugs, chill Doug,
never underestimate the evil that man do,
and never take on more than you can handle,
I got a weed based diet, along with scripting the ill ,
I am the Ecliptic, sun worship, if it don’t rhyme, don’t force it,
spray cans on the brain, Ramo on the train tracks,
’s never been the same as way back,
people fade, the brain finds a new pathway to explain,
why the fuk life is how it is,
society is aimed at making you feel powerless,
9-5, ain’t that some ,
but you do what you have to when your passionate,
Randy Orton pose like a statue, Ricky Morton arm drag,
I’m opposed to the fascist posing radical, I’m burning els with Cobra Command and Zartan,
they say I thyme like an animal, I say I’m more of a sage, ageless stoic,
but I put it down nice, that’s the meaning of a poet.
Copyright © Douglas Caratozzolo | Year Posted 2022
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At the moment the 7th trumpet blows, Ill be ready. May judgement come.
We already know the bottom line about me. No surprises, will wrath recognize me? Will my disgust for humanity weigh heavy? These people are assholes, that’s on them.
The tourniquet is dripping. My eyes bleed from the unseen.
Every minute we are borrowing time. Gotta stay on the track, stay on course.
It's different feeling that the universe gave up on you. A true Ronin wandering. Mystery is hope. A fathomless pit of waste.
Hope, pray, and don’t worry, Padre Pio says…I worry.
I guess that’s on me, but one look at the evening news, and I can’t be faulted. Maybe I can be, who’s to say? In life the question is, were you a scumbag? I don’t believe in a heaven, or hell per se, hell and heaven are earthly concepts. There’s fire, tribulations, lessons. All that, but, hell for eternity? Waste of energy, and the universe doesn’t seem to waste energy. It does though, 75% of humans are gullible dimwits.
It's rather depressing. Slobs? C'mon people, give a damn.
We are all connected, physically at least. We are here, together. Don’t be a fool.
In the heart of many, we are pussies. Jealous of one another, more waste. It’s all how we do our time, be it hell, or heaven. Its your choice up to a point. We, as humans are not meant to win.
We are meant to survive.
Copyright © Douglas Caratozzolo | Year Posted 2021
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