to see in color
like a dog
to work properly
like a clock
to be transparent
like fog
to be hungry
like prisoners
to be stupid
like rich foreigners
better luck than writing "A"
than taking time to pick "B"
when all you can be made to see
is the consequence of your "B"
A pocket full of greed and silver
**** you, just pillage and pilfer
I feel empty, yet controlled
Like ten pant pockets lined with gold
Unable to control where and when i go
money has made men as drunk as pure liquor
making commands like two times ten misters
commanding five times one hundred tricksters
imagining ten times ten million people meant to ****
duct tape all you **** faces
you ***** dressed up in red and leather
like casual feathers and hilted brown tethers
stripped away pageantry and a mockery of everything
random to randomay to random
three to four to five
natural progression of things
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
I have turned into something you wouldn't recognize
I've grown into someone that seems to specialize
In alienation and self-propagation
My wrists have cracked, my bones have been broken
My fingers twisted into knots, but my voice has never been spoken.
Sitting here holding hands with my mistakes
I've perceived and been deceived by many fakes
Dying again from lying again, to my family, my friends
But still refusing to give in to all your past friends' dead trends
Now I can see, from my room filled with smoke
A violent storm brewing right off the coast.
While the machine grows hungry from churning, converting sinners to saints
Aware of the skeletons, the secrets, hidden only in our deepest lakes
The darkest part of our mind, kept under lock and key
Kept hidden, kept secret, made unaware to all we see.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
We are the pretenders, the decievers
I am a lover, a believer
We are the manufacturers of wrong, of wrought
I am a man who has preached, and also taught
We are providing the means known to divide
I am a man that can't be bought, I put no price on pride
We are a formation formed from shadows, from shrouds
I am a man that has woken up and saw my country, my town
in flames and fury, baked by the disease of propaganda
We have tried, failed, and thrown our hands up
I am a man who you cannot corrupt
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
A pearl of rough, made fine in the fierce waves
Left alone for a time, to be discovered for the days
Of a time uncovered, grinded to a point
Let loose on the leaders, by city, by port
Storm the walls, the castle, the noble fort
Bring them down before the eyes of the land
Ready to discover our own pearls, grind them to a point
Ready to use and divide our enemies for our cause
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
I have lorded over all since the beginning of time.
Everything that ever was; All of creation is mine.
Can you not tell; Can you not see the signs?
Building the human body to withstand the test of time.
I breathed life into the stars; I gave birth to the night.
Upon my whims, I created the days and also the light.
The oceans, the lands, all were built by my hands
To all those that have seen, you have seen me at my best
My thundering abs, my rock hard pecs,
My simply irresistible mortal flesh.
I have choirs of angels singing to me at every meal
Heavenly tunes ringing out in all directions,
At my palace daily is the place to feel,
The love of god, the splendor of my will
I gave you, as man, free will to do as you please.
But an emerging trend has developed, it seems
Lately, I feel unsatisfied answering your needs.
Groveling, bent at the knee
You beg and plead for help from me
To save you from devices of your own making
Constantly breaking your own laws
Constantly taking the lives of those around you
Some may attest, even persuade themselves
That I do not exist; Living simply as a myth.
Hearing & Preaching my arch-rival's tales,
Of Sin & Corruption on massive scales.
Then answer how my work is seen
In the human body, down to the humble bean?
I send you my last regards
A message from on high
In hopes that you aren't ALL retards
Get your world fixed right!
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 2:02 PM UTC
I am a poet laureate, unfortunate enough to be knowing it
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 12:40 PM UTC