fallen-rebel-of-eden
Writer of variety of styles and feel and not only one, / .. depending on the mood. / / R.I.L. daddy. You gave birth to my passion. / / Poetry motivated intensely from the streets. Grew stronger in high school, and developed a purpouse after high school. The youth. I was born with a loud mind. And the whole world can or may rate..
Come grab your guitar
we'll sings some songs
like they did back in ''66
words found over a bottle of rye
'bout how the times are a changing
look around and you will see
its time to set ourselves free
your government is in control
while your tied to the progress wheel
round and round and round it goes
where it all stops only freedom knows
so come on strum those frenetic chords
let the words flow from your heart
grab your life back from the tyrant's hand
rise from this sleep and make a stand.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
An argument over nothing,
left vomiting on this humble pie,
why stretch the limbs till they hurt ?
the teacher sets out her books not just to read,
she sets them out to show the promise of discovery,
so I sit in the quietness of empty promises,
wondering if I might even summon tears,
what goes up must inevitably come down,
this I remember through the furrows of my frown.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
If I was to gaze into those eyes what would I see,
diamonds and jewels glistening in the morning dew,
blazing fire as they gaze into a crimson sky,
the blood red reflections mirroring your burning soul,
in such vitreous pools lay anchored ships of fools,
casting off their chains , setting sail to faraway lands,
ghosts that wander through the shadows,
moonbeams reflecting on a porcelain skin,
beacons through the darkness shining forth on rainbow shores,
there shall I seek my sanctuary until mornings new light.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
The pressure of love, executed
on every angle, corners wrap
round a trivial error in my mind
thoughts tucked in -strapped
wallowed in the limits of the herth
against these stone walls cold
smudged on my face like a warrior
I wait for the smoke to clear
putting trust over judgment
vibes make music in my belly
so my mind is free of poison
At ease- you dance the hysteria
a groan man -spider in my web
and my heat is growing weaker
my mouth is silent, a monster
a beast, being that in my eyes
I am now troublesome
losing strength to pass by you
and my heart drops to the floor
glaring at the most visiously
beautiful disaster
standing in my way.
(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© 2015 S.T. Rebel of Eden
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
You remind me of what it feels like
to know the smell of pancakes are being made,
when first waking up.
That single letter reminds me of a Mother's face after labor,
the eyes of her holding the child,
Have you ever layed in the grass and gaze at a sky full of stars?
Every smile and glare with happiness,
is what that one letter,
makes my mind recall.
I saw a picture of you,
in me today.
The knot you tied on my tie was off by just a bit,
you always said perfect does not exist.
There they were,
My eyes shining with you
I was smiling and your teeth were white.
That morning,
my toothbrush was made with toothpaste,
before I got to the bathroom,
you had it ready to go.
Like the letter that will never disappear,
I will always have to brush my teeth.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Bashful Liar.
The world is evil,
You took the walls inside my heart the day you left.
Under my eyelids are your initials,
I wake up,
Only to think about you.
I used sharp glass to carve our date on my forearm,
I sent my veins the wrong message.
My good weaves all have doubt,
They vent on paper when I write forever,
my veins notice as I smoke.
My smile was light to your eyes,
as your eyes would light,
My eyes would tear with joy.
Catching that same guilty taste on my tongue.
I'm walking down the fishing pier at this moment,
I'll dip the jar I have been using to save the tears I shed for you,
I'm watching them go down into the water now,
Like my body going towards hell,
when it dies because of you.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
alight a path of excited neurons
saved by corporeal fuses
sacrificed fried to save
my head from overloads all the
amperage storing up
Danger High Voltage!!!
flows inside from too much reality.
I need your alternating current
to mediate my DC.
To my Tesla, like, you are , Miss Whitman.
To your Edison I am but one spark of Voltaire.
You sing of electric bodies ten million volts.
I imitate Voltaire as he did Virgil.
If someday we should unite,
our sparks would alight on eternity.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
I am a scenery
to be looked at from afar
when you're on a balcony looking out to new york
your eyes immediatly go to the buldings with the pretty lights
not even thinking about whats within them
and you're last glance is to the darkest spots
but if you looked at them closer you'd realize they count the most
**and no matter how far to the edge you will be
you'll never be close enough to really look at me**
you will never see the inside of my buildings
nor walk the dark spots in the depths of my mind
there was a time when i could call myself beautiful
*just look at all the pretty lights
the billboard saying "be who you wanna be"
but even if you're at the edge of your seats
you'll never get close enough to a scenery*
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
I can't stop smoking...
For 19 yrs of clean air
I breathed in the insults of nature
And I kept in the moisture left
Penitrating loud conscience
Like the time my brother couldn't breathe
During his back sugery for 2 hrs
When docters placed his spine
With a rod in hopes to straighten his back to keep him from leaning sideways but his fix didn't stop there
In telescopes he is reaching perpendicular up north so the dreams of angels swoon amongst his sight
Condescending, patronizing what may come of the future
Tomorrow is a riddle that seeps the curiosity of what will be
And my love and patience for him to overcome pain stand strong
But I can't stop smoking...
Like the time I thought I was going out of my mind wondering why this cute kid wouldn't like me in class
Never guessing the young seed I was stuck in a crusifix shame
Like I needed his amo to pierce me Shooting ahead of time to tell me I will never be that girl when I grow up to fall in hell
I got what I asked for
in back seats of ***** power and authority misty incubus
I was plunged into regret
To think that when I was told so many times at home to stop eating because no guy will ever choose me
And I'm hanging by desolation
With not the need, but the wants
I won't stop smoking the bull **** effect feeling it asleep or awake
Beating pass the bruises on my chest because the S was a snake that swamped my entire confidence and bone
Hurting each time the main man of the house corrected me for each inch of my flaws
I can't stop smoking... Pondering on forgiveness
Confused and anxious like a dog on his/her down days tucking their tail in the corner waiting to be loved the right way
But I wait for the madness to give me a break and I'm begging for time to wait but the tides bash the stupidity upon my face when I kept pushing to betray my identity to embrase true colors
But my color is one.. tranaslucent
Justified and run through
By-passed and neglected all for me to devour and gag
I am still smoking... not breathing
Locking in chaotic hypnosis
Dodging the scent of excellence
Keeping pain alive as a way to get by and I envy it like Oxy
Holding me down bedding in gravity
But for now, fear is testing me but she is glass and I am the brick
Letting it know I am up and I am about to happen
In the words of Dr. Mya Angelou
"YOU MAY ENCOUNTER MANY DEFEATS, BUT YOU MUST NOT BE DEFEATED"
No challenge is well excessive
So the next time the ones who doubted me
The next time you see me breathing
It will be for life.
© 2015 S.T. Rebel of Eden
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
Absent
resting on a crippled pillar
bringing back words-
from your mouth
and rain
sprung in
so I brainstormed you
residing in secret of
raindrops.
tumbling like envy
whereas the smoke is clear
of all memory
that hope is colorless
but clear of design
words that belonged to you
squint in doubt
in vascular pressure
like fidelity was found scared
from heart to bone I'm shaking
in a brief time period
yet, you are the storm
descending
in the vicinity around me.
and out on crippled pillars.
hair soaked in deep shallows
I'd be banished in present
-calculating
one plunge after another
of water in reunion with salt
feeling you submerge
right through my skin.
- it's the kind of lost
I have grown accustomed to.
(INCREDIBLE INK)
© 2015 S.T. Rebel of Eden
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC