i tell ya brother
it's a blessing and a curse
sorting one and another
deciding who comes first

"he who is without sin"
let him cast the first stone
will the faith or doubt win?
of a soul that's left alone

i tell ya brother
it's a heaven and a hell
the fate that belongs to others
it belongs to you as well

I thought it was bad then it only got worse
I thought that my hunger could cure my thirst
last things last and first things first
thinking about my ride in a hearse

I thought it was bad then it only got worse
the world's been a weight ever since my birth
wondering why I was put on this earth
life is a blessing nah life is a curse

We got it made, in the shade
we get paid for the lives we take
another raid, we're not afraid
sling the blade for the government's sake

having fun, in the sun
there goes one more out of luck
another bomb, another gun
a running child is a sitting duck

we got it made, in the shade
we get praised for the lives we take
another slain, we're not insane
sling the blade for the governments sake

I told them that I am a Jew.
They beat me up anyhow. May the wrath of God be upon them.

I have to do some research about home wiring, but I believe the ground wire and the lightning rod would let you pull electricity out of the air, just as Mr Franklin discovered. If this is true, then you are being "charged"(pun intended) for what is free, and when the electric company cuts off your service, you can just disconnect their cables and have what was once called "*******" ...no pun intended. If I die any time soon, check with the electric company haha. We are stuck on stupid.

i've been trying so hard to see
if there's a light that shines for me
in my mind, the darkness falls
i am the effect and i am the cause

i've been trying to keep it strong
against the things i know are wrong
in my soul, my weakness wins
i am the penance and i am the sins

I've sampled love
have looked it in the face
I have felt the warmth of it's soft embrace
I lost that touch
but, at least I had a taste
I have felt the feeling of floating out in space

I've sampled love
have had the taste on my lips
I have felt the touch of love's fingertips
I lost that touch
but, at least I got a glimpse
I have felt the feeling of when a heart skips

Yes, i am the one who freezes your breath
an icicle clung to the wheezes of death

I can stop the world with my frozen chill
the weak and dying are my chosen ****

I gave the cold to the blizzard that lives
I can give all the pain that misery gives

feeling the gusts from my shiver winds
bringing so many to their bitter ends


I am the one responsible for it all
I always show up right before the fall

please don't call me the winter loss
you can feel free to call me mister frost

Sometimes i feel the worst ache
in my heart, i feel the earth quake
what is it that makes the earth shake
what difference does this curse make

i care but it's hard to make change
for too long, we have faked change
maybe we just need to take strange
and then trade it for a great gain

most times i just say "why try"
why care what happens after i die
not like i fly high, and not like i fry
more like it's time to say bye lie

When affection is met with rejection, the whole section of confidence is affected, introspection leads to a new direction, and the infection is seen in reflection, this correction changes your outlook's protection and your eyes meet with objection, your new perception is dissection and detection, close inspection ends up as an inflection, another deflection and another ejection, looks like another for the collection, no perfection, no hope for a connection

Claire
Gary  what "reality" are you referring to, I wonder? That the Earth is flat? And/or 6000 years old?

Me
My reality is that this earth is 54 years old. My exact age

This really happens every time I comment on posts from the pages I follow. It just happened again. People don't even have the mentality to stay on subject. The hate is strong with most people, and the ones who say they don't hate are the deepest in the hate game. If you think this isn't poetry, I don't mind you saying. Of course a lot of people never thought of Huxley as a poet either. Look at him now though...still ahead of his time and he is dead!

Don't look for the rainbow's end. Look for it's beginning. That is where the gold is.

If I was an elephant
I would go on a rampage and trample over every mouse

if I was a baboon
I would throw **** on every chimpanzee and orangutan

if I was a lion
I would roar so loud that it would confuse every other animal

if I was a python
I just might squeeze the life out of something

if I was a hippo
then I could hide under the water for hours at a time

if I was a cheetah
I could run away faster than anything

if I was a crocodile
I could take a chomp at anything that came too close

if I was a giraffe
I could see them coming from a mile away

but I'm a human, and unfortunately people expect more out of me

In this jungle, its hard to survive
so much can bring you to your knees
you have to be smart to stay alive
when there's a leopard in every tree

snakes crawl through the underbrush
seeking out their next meal
voices whispering, under hush
waiting for a life to steal

I'll  attack you now Sitting there so distant and cruel
What's behind your glare;
Inciting me down
calling me out to a primal almost forgotten place
come on now! Don't back off now!
I'm inside you; seeing you with my Soul
Piercing your weak cover of over-selfishness
I'll blow you down to Hell!
I don't care if you don't "feel good" And I'll practice your silent ways

animals wait to pounce on you
they stand still, then they rush
you better watch what you do
a lion is hiding in the brush

I was like 13 years old when I realized that a square shape didn't ever exist, until someone made it up to confuse people. I could name a lot of other things that they tried to make me do in school and I refused. They wanted to keep us stupid because they thought we couldn't handle knowing the truth. So they made up fake shapes that don't exist in nature, and fake Gods that that have the generic "god" name. lol

life can be so hard
you can only do your best
when every beat of your heart
feels like a bullet to the chest
these holes leave me scarred
the triggers of the test
every little shard
penetrates my vest

the king of the jungle
it's instinct is to eat
it's thoughts never stumble
over winning or defeat

the king of the concrete
his thoughts drive his being
he leaves blood on streets
red is all he's seeing

the king of the jungle
it eats just to live
it's thoughts never stumble
to love or forgive

the king of the concrete
he lives by the gun
if you try to retreat
he will shoot you while you run

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the king of the jungle
it kills just to eat
the king of the concrete
he kills to defeat

The best thing we can say is "I don't know"

It is also the hardest thing for a lot of folks to say. They like to think they know things, but a lot of the time thinking you know something keeps you from learning.

she screamed for over six hours
in between the pushing strains
she cried out to higher powers
but she wouldn't trade these labor pains

she gave birth to a healthy boy
she saw the world within his eyes
so happy with her bundle of joy
he was worth all of her cries

she loved him with every breath
he was her shining light
she held him with a soft caress
she wouldn't let him leave her sight

16 years down the road...

something inside him had changed
he was distant, senses dulled
the close bond was now estranged
the loving mother's hands still pulled

"i hate you! never touch me!"
"i never want to see your face again"
he stormed out and slammed the door
the labor pains will never end

running through cornfields, brushing silken tops
we made our own paths, right through the crops
when we were children, we did as we pleased
God, how i miss that lake erie breeze

down by edson creek, through thickets we ran
we never thought twice, we played with no plan
we swam in the creek, we climbed in the trees
God, how i miss that lake erie breeze

the vermilion river's mouth, diving off the pier
carefree and wild, and we didn't know fear
when we were children, we had lives of ease
God, how i miss that lake erie breeze

causing those problems that are only self involving
involvement in your own resolve is in no way evolving
evolution has it's own way of science problem solving
solutions are few when new old thoughts keep revolving

revolution is measured by a once around spinning
spin the bottle, kiss your mom, no earth inverts are winning
winners only win when herds of losers start thinning
thin air will carry angry ghosts back to the beginning

begin again to reach the end as the world keeps turning
turn the page you always turn when the book starts burning
burn it all down just as long as it ain't self concerning
concern yourself with you and be the last man left yearning

Living in the summer sun
Emitting our life's breath
Autumn comes and you are gone
Falling to your death

you have to learn a lesson, before you can teach a lesson

Let it speak, let it speak
let it tell if you're strong or weak
let it tell about your passions
let it tell about your week

let it speak, let it speak

let it talk, let it talk
let it sprout them legs and walk
let it take you around the world
let it fly like a hawk

let it talk, let it talk

let it go, let it go
let it outside and let it flow
let it pour right on out
let it wet the rocks below

let it flow, let it flow

Let Me Go

Let me go I'm not a keeper
I feel your touch getting weaker
No more crying, no more weeper
Even when I'm sinking deeper

Let me go I'm not a holder
I feel your touch getting colder
No more leaning, no more shoulder
Every memory getting older

To whom it may concern:

Pray to me with envy and greed
on your knees of treachery
soak in sin to feed your needs
plant for me, the demon seed

bring to me, the most and least
feed them from a deceiving feast
I trade torture for your peace
you have pleased the evil beast

PS.
serpent hiss and belly crawl
I work for the god that you apall
I'm your friend until you fall
waiting for sin to **** you all

your friend, Satan

(acts like some kind of gangster if you ask me)

HEY!

what is your ****** problem?
huh?
you been going around saying I ****?
and telling people to get me?
what you think? I'm a walk in the park?
huh?
I am hard!

what you want? you want the "easy life"?
get the hell out of here
easy life moved to florida

they aren't in the family
they go against the family

never go against the family

you ******' hear me?

easy life ain't even around anymore
history... you hear me? HISTORY
That's why it has no capitol letter at the beginning
I'm important...I'm Life®

I have a lot of boys. you want them boys to come see you?

just like that stupid game is soon to be done too
registering a trademark with my name?
making a killing off of selling that ****?

I got my lawyers tangled up with the courts over trademark and copywrite
bunch of wise guys watching me...what can I do?
they got a lot of power backing them, and their GAME
like I said, I ain't no walk in the park

I will always win, either way
my family goes on and on
all those lives

I knew your daddy, he was a good fella
you're a good kid, I don't know if you talked **** about me or not
I don't really care about that **** anyhow
you hear me?

I'm Life®, you got me? you're just a made man
practically in the family

don't go against the family

he died in a second, and woke up for a lifetime
angel wings were made to fly away
death's rope was his only lifeline
lifting him up from the dues that he paid

i don't know why everybody buys
the lies they devise to defy our eyes
we've lost sight of a final prize
it's time we rise and fight our demise

we have a right to speak our minds
our spines draw the line that defines
it's about time to pull back the blinds
light a light and see where it shines

It's about time to have your mind blown
courtesy of the refined drone
in a rhyme zone
my lines hone

i'm about to hit you with a sublime stone
you're not even in my time zone
i find clones
resigned moan

i'm the one who makes the slime known
from a velvet lined throne
the blind's shown
divine known

enough reality to make a mime groan
words from my mind's own
the sign's bone
design prone

It's about time to have your mind blown
courtesy of the refined drone
in a rhyme zone
design prone

i'm about to hit you with a sublime stone
you're not even in my time zone
i find clones
resigned moan

enough reality to make a mime groan
words from my mind's own
the sign's bone
i'm line prone

i'm the one who makes the slime known
from a velvet lined throne
the blind's shown
divine known

The sun won't come out tomorrow
bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow...
there'll be guns

I don't need a doctor's medicine
all I need is **** and wine
I pray for heaven to let us in
I pray to an unnatural mind

I don't need the tools of society
all I need need is the test of alone
I'm not worried about my impropriety
when we die, we are only bone

I don't need a god to worship
worship means to have faith in unseen
I live life in more and more ****
I live *****, but I'll die clean

fifty miles from the nearest store
tucked back into the oaks and pines
where doves die, and vultures soar
where the warming sun never shines

he sits in his ply board home
in the dew drops of dampened dreams
he would rather be wet and alone
he says it's not as bad as it seems

heating water in a ***** ***
for his morning pine needle tea
he really believes he has a lot
though he has less than you and me

he hits the trails to check his traps
hoping for a protein boost
he collects greens and mushroom caps
everything he sees, has a use

people say he isn't worth a dime
like a dime is all they can see
he thinks they're not worth his time
he thinks they're not living free

Sitting here drinking black coffee
it just suits my mood
trying to get this blackness off me
i feel so **** crude

sitting here staring out the window
looking for a sign
i feel my patience growing thin though
inside of my mind

sitting here thinking about nothing
as i waste the day
i know it seems like such a rough thing
living in the grey

When generic rhymes just won't suffice
pick verbal crimes or true and concise
see the lines that thrill and entice
hear the chimes and get yourself a slice

this isn't a drill, i'm still the poetic thrill
make fakes reveal that they're not real
must be ill still if you think you have the skill
you can't fulfill the deal, i'm the one who will

you will be shocked by the electric splice
you will be rocked with rhymes so precise
the hammer's cocked it's a violent vice
my aim is locked on rhymes so nice

lock the door, don't let him in
forgiveness means to not trust again
what has he done, where has he been
let him lose while we win

lock the door, keep him out
we still know what he's about
we are safe here, deep in doubt
we must let him do without

What if logic isn't the most logical after all?
What if it could trap us into a way of thinking that ruled over the sub-conscious, and the conscious mind?
What if the laws of nature were broken? How would we know?
What if the laws of man were broken? How could we tell?
What if the most illogical thing could change logic, as a thing?
Is logic just an idea, to rule over all ideas?

Blue your mind, in the skies before your eyes

like a lone wolf, I am away from the pack
with the mange eating me, i'm fast to attack
when his matriarch has fallen through the cracks
the dominant male is always looking back

look beyond the midnight skies
well past where the dim light dies
what you might find in the dark
is a brand new way to realize

look beyond what your eyes see
to where your thoughts try to flee
what you might find in your mind
is a brand new way to be free

never believe in what you know
only believe in the mystery
let's look up, and not below
forget our history

don't believe in what you see
only believe in what you're thinking
look forward, that's where you'll be
looking back is sinking

looking out my window
at the cars and people going by
all of those blank looks on faces
makes me want to cry

wonder where they're going
i keep wondering where they've been
the tales unravel, they have traveled
to hell and back again

looking out my window
at the shells of bodies going by
all of those traces of places
makes me want to die

I am so worried about this nation
nation of fear and damnation
damnation with no salvation
salvation from annihilation
annihilation is our own creation
creation for our own sensation
sensation for our own elation
elation in our own ovation
ovation of our own temptation
temptation leads to our fixation
fixation of our own formation
formation led to accusation
accusation of our own predation
predation on our conservation
conservation wasted by alteration
alteration of our ideation
ideation that had no complication

I think it was 5th grade...I told a teacher that if you give me more time to think of an answer, on a test, I will give the right answer. Giving time limits is the way to make a dumber people. Patience and understanding always leads to the best outcomes. Right? It shows in everything. Hostage situation? Go in and get the hostages never works. Not negotiating never works. Period. Never. So, going against truth is the downfall of all things

a bottle of wine and some cigarettes
I'm calling off all my bets
I pray for hope, ain't found it yet
I guess this is all I get

a pair of boots and a dusty trail
I walk alone and tell my tale
I do my best, but I don't prevail
I guess it's all a fairytale

some cigarettes and a bottle of wine
I will get along just fine
to try to defy what's in my mind
I guess sometimes I might be blind

a little smoke and a little drink
I'm no longer on the brink
a dying mind, it starts to stink
I guess I just need time to think

a bottle of wine and some cigarettes
I'm holding off on all my debts
I guess I'll live with my regrets
a guess is all a guess begets

love is like a test in beats
leaving the strongest heart deceased
i know i did my best, at least
now my heart can rest in peace

you are like a big toe
you're ugly and you smell funny
i really need you though
you balance me out