like a whisper in my mind
what are you trying to tell me
the path you say to try
the path they try to sell me

thoughts move to the front
these are not my voices
they are here to confront
how i make my choices

always climbing up that hill
trying to hide from the devil
now i am losing that climbing will
under ground, it's always level

(walked the weeping sands
of seven lonely seasons
my conscience seared in strands
by full-level demons)

always running from that flame
trying to hide from the fire
constant climbing, in God's name
the flames keep getting higher

We need a new constitution
constituting a needed revolution
revolutionizing our evolution
evolving into a new attribution
attributing to a new distribution
distributing love is the solution

Bow down to the kings of fact evasion
evading the truth on every occasion
occasional lies put into the equation
equating to a killing persuasion

persuading others to join the foundation
founded on this murdering fixation
fixated on their own classification
classified as private information

informed minds can be more productive
producing a way that is less obstructive
obstruction stopped by thoughts constructive
construction of the less destructive

Last word must be used in a different form for the first word in the next line.

I will award one poet with $50 USD via moneygram, paypal, donation to charity of your choice, or any other safe and secure method.

make me

feel something
know something
try something
hate something
love something
accept something
discover something that i am missing

this is not affiliated with any website or organization, but just $50 of my money that I want to share(i have all i need)

i promise i will try not to be prejudiced in any way, and i ask that anyone enter, no matter education level or any other "levels"...the winner will be decided by what moves me, and will have nothing to do with styles, forms, rhyming, etc

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You will also win my prestigious Future Poet Award(a piece of paper?) Even if you hate me, you can get my money! Anyone who enters is a winner and i will post poems on my FB poetry page(BIGTIME). Contest ends November !st and payout will be within 10 days after contest ends. This is for real! Don't miss out on MONEY.

no cheating!

Contest poet, give them what they want
make it cool and make it kind
careful of the words you flaunt
so they won't see that you are blind

(contest poet, put on a sugar coat
make it good and make it sweet
careful so you get their vote
so reality can taste bitter defeat)

contest poet, say what they want to hear
make it soft and make it warm
careful not to show your fear
so they won't see your human form

I have to prove this tonight. Mind over matter. Thought is sharper than any knife, and moves faster than any bullet. Thought leaves the body at 10,000 signals per second, if propagated correctly it goes directly to who you send it to. It grabs friends along the way. Friends who want to **** for you. They will hang out around the target and then actually go into others and into the target. They can take over cells, thought, and well being. I am sending them tonight. In a few moments I will release these white stallions to trample and to bite the backs of the dark ones who travail in the shadows. No hiding. I know the routes to send them. There will be a lot of friends. The good spirits that are beaten down and awaiting their bodies to finish the dying process. They are in purgatory. I help them, and they are thankful for me, as I am thankful for them. I hope they are more gentle this time...I truly do.

What is the meaning of existence?
existing only by another's assistance
assisting you to go the distance
distancing you from life's persistence

what is the meaning of creation?
creating a life long vacation
vacationing in the land of starvation
starving to let go of temptation

what is the meaning of conception?
conceiving our own deception
deceptive practice of perception
percieving the meaning of our inception

he tried all his life for the best credit rating
he died the day he reached his goal
there are no bill collectors in heaven waiting
they're all waiting down below

he arrived in hell and the devil was grinning
satan was smiling from ear to ear
"why did you take me, I was winning?"
"your credit is no good here"

get away, don't even look at me
if you had your way, you'd throw the book at me
trained paranoia
all you see is the crooked me

we are all suspects

let me be, don't even follow me
i'm not free, you want to collar me
crime corporation
all you see is the dollar me

we are all paychecks

when my blade cuts with surgical precision
ions from blood spray cleanse the air
this isn't killing, this is religion
no angel is harmed and no sinner is spared

then, back at the fountain of contrition
holy water will clean my blade
i was sent to live my God's vision
this isn't ******, this is my crusade

talk can grow some legs
it starts to walk around
it starts hatching rotten eggs
and babies lay on the ground

then they stand up
they start eating each other
they can't find baby daddy
so they all eat their mother

before they starve to death
some walkers start to see
they are riding daddy's back
they could eat all day for free

C.rusaders of a major contradiction
U.ltimate fate is truly sealed
L.acking understanding of non fiction
T.ruth may or may not be revealed

i am so curious
i talk to a lot of people from other countries
don't germans mostly hate americans?
besides the tourists and volkswagon owners

i mean, we stole your technology
and einstein

aka the artist, aka prince aka PRINCE

now, that is slick!
dropping your last name, to make you more famous
even though yo daddy was there, to give it to you
and he is already famous

smith really is a boring name

independence day for your new nation's mind
what do they call the first independance day?
not the one we celebrate yearly.
but the one where it first happened?

oops
i am sorry if i hurt you
oops i
did it again

oops i did
it again
oops i did it
AGAIN!

this is brittany *****!
i think she knew who it was
who needs a last name to draw a buzz?
what came first, the peach or the fuzz

all i ever got was the pit

is it okay if i call you willow smith
or is it miss willow
i will not use all caps for anybody!

i come first!

Why do I have this curse?
of foretelling doom in verse
a spell that I can't reverse
if I stop, it will get much worse

how can this be controlled?
so I can tell of tales untold
will the truth ever unfold?
all the secrets that I must hold

why did it happen to me?
forced to write of what I see
am I somehow part of the key?
will I ever find a way to be free?

Curse me
with your beauty
with your eyes
make me feel something
even if it is "cursed"

curse me
with your movements
with your hands
make me want something
even if i cant have it

curse me
with your mouth
your words
tell me something
even if it's untrue

curse me
with your existence
with your being
make me love something
even if love never lasts

curse me

His name was malik, but he said it was chad
maybe it is, in his native tongue
the conversation that followed was bad
the lack of understanding stung

" i am doing all i can to help you"
even though i'm a million miles away
impersonal and broken english
if only i could understand what you say

drop out of the sky and onto our lot if you have the ***** for battle
stomping about and trying to lock up with a **** that has a cage to rattle
banty rooster is looking for excuses to spur birds who don't use their noodle
then, who swoops down hawking on the **** like dan is some yankee doodle
eagles have talons for killing mice and snakes but spurs are feared by stallions
this ****'s got lots of hot chickens on this lot and he plots, heard by battalions
you swooped in to peek in my coop prepare to be hog food then hog ****
now, who shows up on a wild stallion, a little rooster ahead of an all chicken troop
i knew i should have shoed this horse this morning, this dumb hawk gets more stomping
that little lot started rocking and got so hopping that the rabbits started romping

Soaking in the soulless sunshine
revel in the resistant rays
severed soul searching sometimes
devil of our darkest days

Magic of the mortal moonbeams
truth traded for more tries
solace of the son soon streams
as the darkest devil dies

no fuel for the flame
dusty globe
broken piece...shine missing

carbon faded flashback
tattered wick
twisted wax...extinguished

grey glare of frozen time
coldest burn
shining light...on nothing

somewhere out in cyberspace
there's a dark and hidden place
guns and drugs and twisted ways
and a picture of everyone's face

it's all there, and it's all free
there's stories about you and me
go a little deeper and you will see
pages of truth and misery

all of these people
do they deserve to be exploited?
if you knew what i know
then it couldn't be avoided

in this spider's web
is a gold mine of information
wrapped in silk they fall below
the fangs of predation

This place is like a scrap yard for humans
broken, beaten, barren souls
a dull pale loneliness is looming
in the hearts of burnt out coals

logging in to their hopes and desires
jaded and solitary hearts
rubbing two sticks to start fires
hoping for those flames to start

so many desperate hearts
they are only looking for love
she fell in love with a hawk
she thought he was a dove

Like a knee **** reaction
reacting to my dis-satisfaction
dis-satisfied with your distraction
distracting plan and course of action

like a melodramatic play
playing out day after day
daily it's the same old display
displaying anger and dismay

Like a kick right to the face
facing up to such a disgrace
disgraceful happenings in this place
placing others beneath your grace

waking up, drinking black coffee
trying to wash this darkness off me
hands shaking as i light a cigarette
these thoughts keep getting bigger yet

daybreak nightmare, nightmare daybreak
what does the night care?
just what a day takes

truth is, I don't know which is worse
sleeping in a nightmare, or waking to a curse
it acts out the same, forward or reverse
I guess the nightmares are my way to rehearse

daybreak nightmare, nightmare daybreak
what does the night care?
just what a day takes

waking up, drinking black coffee
trying to wash this darkness off me
hands shaking as i light a cigarette
these thoughts keep getting bigger yet

Absent father, suffer mother
missing hand that held the other
breath of life, given to smother
the future of sister and brother

so bare and weathered
with senses dead like leather
the depth has been measured
we're not here together

you were my only pleasure
life was as light as a feather
for worse or for better?
that pledge is dead forever

you lit a fire, but I let it burn
I fan the flames as they rage
one of these days I will have my turn
until then, my mind is in a cage

a fire that burns, must consume
embers are only left to see
my fervor only leads to my doom
now there's nothing left of me

i saw a dead man today

how creepy

it was a real eerie thing looking at his eyes

his mouth

i wondered how he died

did he want to die?

i poked and prodded at him for a while

i wondered if he knew i was there

was he watching me?

did he have a spirit?

was he completely gone from this world?

he was so cold and stiff

did he feel cold and stiff inside?

or did he just feel that way to me?

i splashed water on his face

could he die again?

am i killing him?

yes and yes

i saw a dead man today when i looked in the mirror

Thoughts so deep
a million fathoms
inside they creep
such a dark chasm
inside of my mind
a space unbounded
i try just to find
a truth unfounded

We cant go on pretending
pretending that we're mending
mending is depending
depending on who it's offending
offending the unbending
unbending minds are sending
sending us toward a bad ending
ending up contending
contending with intending
intending on attending
attending to defending
defending us from descending

clueless versus innocence
there really is no difference
one is polite and one is offensive
neither is based on resistance

do you want to remain nameless?
blameless, i guess is subjective
like a fire pit that remains flameless
our language is defective

can you feel that?
the thoughts are pulling
feels like a hook in the gut

it's grueling
words ruling
like a book that i can't shut

mind stealing
what am i feeling?
i'd rather feel anything but

fate sealing
revealing
it's something, but i don't know what

Fragment within my own mind
fragment of another time
flashbacks of present tense
belonging to a different sense
a feeling deep down inside
the past and present collide
has this all happened before
or have i found a hidden door
maybe i am holder of the key
a world of knowing is set free

the angel of
the strangest love
wraps her feathery wings around me

the danger of
the strangled dove
delicate wings surround me

So primitive that it should be criminal
like a limited pyramid of minimal
innocent citizen, inhabitant, or denizen
infinite vision and mission subliminal
principled, committed and disciplined
addicted to the privileged derivative
affirmative velocity, motive inquisitive
inhabiting, uninhibited, where prohibited

Living in a world of confusion
confusing words of transfusion
transfused, with a simple conclusion
conclusive to living a delusion

it's a story of a new creation
created out of a liars frustration
frustrated without a new translation
translating to a new declaration

It must be just like an addiction
addicted to a life of fiction
fictional words, then a new depiction
depicting your contradiction

life can be less than a pleasure
in this place where the rest are weathered
preset on a quest forever
resorting to their desperate measures

life can be light as a feather
when you'er blessed in the test of endeavor
regret for the best is never
and everything just comes together

so ****** doomed, destiny defeated
we need what we please, not what is needed
searched for something new and never succeeded
we even said please and begged and pleaded

there can't be no doomsday deleted
we cheat each other, it's we who are cheated
more reckless reasoning is repeated
can't stop the cycle, nearly completed

I lose my sight to the size of the device
lie to my eyes, lie to me twice
I'm alright but this prize just won't suffice
I'd rather fight than to try to pay the price

I lose my way in the maze that is today
they can charge me, they can't make me pay
I won't stay unless they take it all away
I will not be a slave to the ways of the prey

If you keep banging on the devil's door
someone is bound to answer
those who don't know why they bleed
have their blood lapped up by panthers

(firing at the sky, toward crows
the doves will be falling
before you load up your gun
remember who you're calling)

when bad things are done for good
we are taking chances
when you whistle that old tune
the devil always dances