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..
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
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
Inside my head there is a place
awaking the purpose to write
like incisions on a platter of a golden sizzor
Cutting in time wasted where it could be used in skills practice
to free a prisoner of rest
Like legos we stack purpose
And speeches never frail
There are times of a nothingness
for ink flows and poetic thoughts
yet naturaly words yell at my window for spills
a welcoming and re-entering
Paving for my souls exertion
editing exact details
carrying in a song in my psalms
I dont live in the gift
the gift lives in me
touring like a concert to sooth
or even to feel
Like a record playing on repeat
This is my mental obsession
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Take in what you can
And I take in nothing
Steal from me my soul
What your tongue can't
Lashing in the gaps
Olympus high of pain
Nothing sewn nothing saved
Sweat touches as sour scam
Convince me the distance
A stream of connection
No desert is this dry
No winter is this cold
I am not afraid still
To carry in patience
Because no one else can
Give you the eternal hold
When you speak lightning
Beating my every inspiration
Down my head falls
You build every so often
A wall you make of steal
Around my strength
Above my garden
Nailing me in a coffin
Like cancer you spread
All your poison
In my palms
On a cross I wither
Dowsing the top of my head
Stinging the cuts from glass
And my heart seeps
While yours I work to gather
Tomorrow will heal again
Yet tomorrow I will weep
I need to spare some time
Before I collaps without recovery.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
~SPANISH HUGGZ
Years of denial and anguish
Have succumbed my emotions
Nights full of loneliness
Days in total darkness
Tear drops fallen
Unspeakable pain
Heart wrenching thoughts
When will it End
The lies I still heart
The pain I still feel
The blood I still taste
The bruises I still see
Oh when will it end
I'm down,
Hit rock bottom
Stepped on like dirt
Thrown aside like garbage
I won't stay down
I refuse
I don't deserve this
I will stand once again
I need to find my inner peace
I need to find my strength
I'm stronger than this
I can rise once again
I can find my light again
No more self hatred
This is the End
I WILL RISE
~REBEL OF EDEN
And my shadow was his blanket
like the silver spoon in his mouth
the reeses he bit like a beast
and the milk was smooth to his lips
he drank of my soul down south
my curtains he swayed openly
where light had shed on his eyes
yet against my will he drank
of my wine he licked, my lips down low as if the candy store were miles away
I pushed and cried and tried to brush his mannish longing off of me
tried closing my curtains for calming thoughts and dulled razor blades
I can't put down the damage denied to have erased
beneath or upon my skin sizzle in teeth marks of the beasts
mirrors, blasted into pieces shared
for every man who stuck me
and every mark of the beasts only turned to memory
that I am allowed now
to forget and never repeat
and in wake, the curtains lay open for a new day
and this time, the curtains are the ones on my window, and not mines
.. I WILL RISE.
~JENNIE SULRZYCKI (Poetess Starr)
The dark grey skies
Consumed me
The tears in my eyes
Confused me.
My legs gave way
Collapsed
There I lay....
But death surely refused me!
On my back I laid
As regret
pricked my spine.
Daydreams
of nightmares
Poisoned my mind....
What have I done
with this life of mine!?
A small frightened girl
Cried out in the dark space,
I don't know her voice
I couldn't see her face...
Anxiety and anguish
Caused my heart to race!
In the shadows of the dark
Her silhouette
Shined bright...
Like thunder,
she spoke with authority...
"FIGHT!!!"
Slowly and wearily
I stood to my feet.
This little girl
This little person
She's the inner me!
No where left
To fall to from here
Nothing left
To fear....
But fear.
Calling upon my God
I remember!
His love is generous
His mercy,
Lasts forever!
The pains of this world,
Were placed here
for me.
To strengthen
my faith.
To set me free!
I will not be oppressed!
I refuse to be depressed!
This stress....
Just a test.
To prepare me
For what's next!
All the anxiety,
Laid to rest...
Finally realized the power
I possessed!
No longer feel cursed,
I know I am blessed!
I am stronger
Than this!
I'm my own person,
Not his!
Tired of receiving
His fist!
Look out baby,
I'm ******
I opened my eyes,
Cleared the tears
I had cried.
A new chapter
In life.
No longer a victim
to the lies.
I WILL RISE!!!
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
Deprive me not my idioms,
and capture to aspire
a juncture alongside them.
photographic images
captured
of astral heaven,
rabid tides, and
submerging benevolence
in the sand.
twilight
and
dreamscapes
placed in parallel...
crashing tides
a still moment dances by
water color laments from
my eyes
there is no poetry
living in affliction
vacancy: a means to
take in the lam
yet every lament diving in
my palms
conquered
lightly held inside your grasp
affliction in your soul
a very sad spectacal....
still life
in the sand.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
DO YOU KNOW THE SANDMAN?:
(writing/poetry)
Shhhh...
Do you know the sandman..
.. the sandman?
Do you know the sandman..
.. the sandman?
well, I do
hightailing in your vagary
like whip lashes to your backside
he is what dreams cannot give your eyes
what a lonely surprise
he and the shadows combined
but he is spelling your dreams
sleeping beside you
in waves of moonlight
and he snatches away the lucent
in wake beside you he is whispering....
... shhhh
do you known the sandman...
... the sandman?
do you know the sandman...
... the sandman?
If you do well then,
he knows you too..
once upon many dreams you've met
and on one too many wheels turning... he crept
while it spins you're in an abominable threat
he'll tare down your sunlight
thinking he was the moonlight
ringing in your ears yet he huggs you in tighter to never awake
he loves to stay still
and never likes to move on
he poke's at ever membrain
holding in all what's meant
in his palms hold your soul,
in control
cities in your mind in abominiation
destruction and fear
there, standing in the shadows
he is waiting.
Do you know the sandman..
.. the sadnman?
Do you know the sandman?
.. well, I do.
(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Rebel of Eden
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
High hopes on high ropes
Swinging dreams back
pushing forth, life is d•o•p•e
come full swing, me and you
Tip toeing the pebbles
ever so carefully in rain dew
Sometimes on my tip toes
I feel someone a seether
Only in my breath knows
I treaded not for very long
But as harsh to please
To comfort, with ol song
On my fingers touch my lips
The tire of replicated movement
Made God and the devil pist
Tomorrow, crossed out my name
The merry-go-round that spin
The fire in my skin is pain
all the people know her name
Back and forth I rock my chair
thinking and going, stoping,
And time is not ticking
time is looking for rest, dropping
killing every move my toes make
Unchaste paragon I make rebel of,
and off they will go... my orgen
To a valkyrie's back who will slane
the shame of me..
~I am still hanging on. I love you mom.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
~INFINITE
Drugs guns attempts and ****** one roll off this urban griots tongue, I'm a sun from the slums that chased redrum funds, I walked the dark path of prison and gore, stopped at the end, then walked back to the beginning to become a verbal detour pointing man women and children in the right direction before the feel the heat and go through spontaneous combustion. The lemniscate ink spiller swings his pen back and forth to counter decapitation scythe swings courtesy of the reaper. I'm a five star general from New York, I was fantasizing on owning islands like rourke, I know the life well chefed ye for color coordinated residuals, ya know that **** that'll make ya lean or have a bobby b jaw with dilated pupils. in order to educate I have to spit with no filter, the life i lived was similar to helter skelter, it wasn't war for race it was war for boy or the contents of a Pyrex being burnt to a gooey paste. I got more friends dead than alive, so i use phonics mixed with Ebonics verse to explain the pain of sending kites to men bidding forever or the pain of following a hearse to release doves and throw flowers over the casket of eternal resting brothers. Money came in...so did those nine elevens saying another life came to an end. The facade doesn't show the downs of the game, you see the foreign wips, the chics, hear about all the chips, high grain ammo and xtra clips, you don't see mothers crying holding daily news clips explaining how her son died because of chips chics and foreign wips, they don't see the cheddar spent on retainers to prevent predict felons from becoming three time losers, The streets don't come with a fine print, it leaves out the particulars.
Infinite the poet 2014
~THE REB
Behind the madness I came to a conclusion of the humen world. The streets caged me in bars with no ability to pull comfort of a drink together with equality in communication with society. Understanding the diversity of life in corners made me believe struting my fist was the way of life. There were no hands to hold onto tomorrow. No space in alleys to run but to dead end vortex duplicity. Uniform authority confined my freedom to be humen. An animal to sociaty but I did no crime. Just to get from one ave to the blv these popo's be trippen down my ****** lines to the creases over my thieghs. Feeling for a high by touch to get that high in a remote area of their private sources. Age nine I stood in the ghettos near home. What I thought was a dream of doom I wome to a high with tracks down my arms proving this confusion. Colors to claim, and colors to flag, I kept pushing away congregations of street wars and bet on my own revolutionary independence. Pistol on my inner thigh I tred lightly in a walk of shame. I found no glory till one day my tears fell on paper. On the walls of East Chapmen Ave California were monumental master pieces of anger and sadness from one end on the wall to the other... I felt something twitch in me... Inspiration of something unfamiliarly bright over the darkness. And for each time I enter back home to family, there was rebirth, and I could not conceive knowledge until one day, the madness got me. I took that pen, and wrote the illustrations of my lack of pigment on every line.. These demons left me in wilderness. No caution about what life had ahead for me. I knew nothing beyond these streets. I lost the innocence in my adolescnce. All the agony and weakness and fears I had hidden for so long, later became exuberant effect. If there was no God, if he didn't love me.. my existence wouldn't have been standing here today to speak behind the madness.
(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC