I take pride
In jeopardizing my life
Unlike monopoly
I have one die
In life
At a time
I
The lucky spender
Received a splendid surprise
The sublime arrived
Just in time
On the night
Before destruction

Yes,
There is a bit friction
In this business
Non-fictional character
Rises in the author
I wrote
The book of the dead
And spread knowledge
On earth’s bed

Now,
I’m denied credit
For risks taken
Instead of a praise
Appraised
For my edgy ways
And found
Guilty of pleasure

I’m
In debt
With the angels
Who lent me
The soul makings
And sent me
On a mission
Which remains
Unaccomplished
In their vision

I am
Sole proprietor
In this business
I have no relations
Trust none
My inquisition
Seems superstitious
When you unravel
My unreal supposition
But suppose
For a minute
That you were in
The opposed position
And posed
With the mind of a menace
Who, sadly,
Never stepped
In the shoes of sanity

Society views your life
As a stain
On earth’s plain
Though, your pain
Seems self-sustained
You were born
Insane
Would be better off
If offered removal
But awful is often
Sought
In the eyes
Of vile beholders

The unnamed soldier
Is the truest
Of them all
Marching down
The broken road
To destiny

The
Know-it-alls
Know nothing
At all

I am just
Another nocturnal creature
Waiting to be put to rest
Why
Was I chosen
To be the one awoke
At the wake of dusk
Insomnia
In some
Is a disease of the mind
This ease of the mind
Would come quicker
If it was not
Looked down upon
Pawns
Push their agenda
Which really
Isn’t theirs
I refuse to use
These rules
Which require
Me to remain sleep
With the rest

Joseph Childress

Why do they say
Midnight
Til 3
Is the time
Of Lucifer
I’m losing my mind
Trying to make sense
Of this one
I don’t sit awake
Planning chaos
Far too
Aggravated &
Agitated
To cause grief
Amongst the meek
More likely
To fight after school
Around 3
In the afternoon
The time
They say
Is of the lord
Have mercy
On this fallen one
I fell
To whatever hell
I’ve been avoiding
Since you’ve deployed me
Do my peers
Fight the same
Or is it easier
For them to hear
Or see
I do seek
Your guidance
But your sun
I’m not a fan of
Too bright
And overbearing
So I’m staring
At the moon

The missed
Remain in mind
During times
Of alone
My home
Is the shelter
The shell
Casing my truth
She’ll be coming
Is my lie
As I lay
In my bed
Thoughts racing
In my head
Faster then the sheep
I should be counting
But by the way
Their mounting the gates
I bet I’ll never
Catch the break

The moonshines
On a drunk
Outside of a liquor store
Some one
Please,
Give him more
Rest at ease
His reality
Is not as ours
But his power
Is just as strong
Singing the songs
Of drunken blues
Giving a ****
About the cue
I
Use this as clue
To the true
Meaning of happiness
He smiles
As I drop dimes
In his hands
To recapture time
I hope
My change
We’ll be enough
To inspire his

Closure
Close the door
To this age old tale
Nightmares
No longer scare
I welcome
The mean and wild
Meaning while
You tremble
From night terrors
I laugh
And terror nights
Revenge
For my dissent
Into this eternal descent
The scent
Is no longer foul
The owls hoot
And then bow their heads
To the one who shoots
For the moon
So **** the stars
They shine
So far away
A bunch of suns
In the way
Of the true beauty
Of the night
My Nocturnal Moonlight

2012 reasons
To be afraid
Of the end
And I
Decide not

I will
Drop the world
After carrying
For too long
Caring for too long
Lost faith
Makes room
For another
Sharing my last
Drop of water
With the unfortunate

These *******
Have ******
Mother earth
For the last time
The last crime
Is the worst sin
****** in the first
Then
Third degree burns
On her children
Which they earned
For disowning her

The mother’s boys
Are looked down upon
So they take after their father
Wars
Generals
Kings of destruction
******* the life
Out of humanity
Insanity is for the wise
Guys
Who’d rather go crazy
Before leaving
Earth blazing
With the false truth

We have faults too
Falling
Into the *******
Propaganda proposed
By the doctor
Believing being
Bipolar
Isn’t good
And bad
Having a war within the mind
I’m
A soldier of love
And these *******
Are making it hard
On
The ones trying
To save Grace
From these *******
While we
Are called *****
For taking it all in

We reap what we sow
Workers use the ***
Then look down
On what they created
While desperate housewives
Left alone
Let gardeners
Enter her home

What
In the ****
Is the world coming to

An end.

But I disagree
With the Mayan calendar
Their knowledge
Is great
Yet weak
From their lack of faith
In humanity
Let’s prove ‘em wrong
And walk backwards
For a change
When the earth quakes
And the sky falls
Let’s break

From our ways
And stray
Away
From any path
Created out of fear
And stand
At out post
As the sun
Cries it’s tears
Of fire
And burn
Us all

Ignorantly,
Ill ignore
And stand tall
.Just.
To show these *******
The meaning
Of having *****