I am not mad!
This scientist intentions
Were only to be inventive
With science
And look what I've invented!
Made a dead man
Come alive
From live wires
Electrifying
Like lightning rods
From a God
I am the creator
Shall my creation
Worship me
Work for me
or Sacrafice
A Life?

An animals?
Or his own?

On his own
Like an animal

Will he
Look to me
For guidance
Like
From father to son
Or sun to man

Study
all of my
Writings
Read my work
Like a bible

And spread my scriptures
Which were
Ripped up
Pages out a journal
Out-dated
Which
I used in the beginning
Addressing
Old testaments
From old tests and
Old testing kits
When I made my first attempt
At revelation
He,
The prophet
Concluded my project

No matter
How loyal
My creation

The formula
To be able
To be royalty
Is made by faith

Will he reject my claims
And claim
I lack proof

I made you
In my image
So I guess
Like you do
And hypothesize life
Until I have
The power to create
One

When I
Think of you
My
Heart swells to a size
Larger than
The average man's fist
You'll **** me at a young age
You disease!
These pills
Are poor medicine
To me
Finish me!

No...
Long ****

You slowly peel
Off my life
Like
Pages of a calender
How long will it last!
I hope this is my last summer
I cant take it
I cant make it
I cant break this habit
I'm an addict
I panic at interventions
And take it way too personal

"What!!?
You want to take
My precious pain away!!?"

Never!
I'll indulge
Until this buldge in my heart burst
I'll die a thousand times
Just to relive the feeling
Your poisin
Is killing me gently
And I love it
You hate me
But I know
You only hate because
You love me
I'm not kRazy,
I'm obsessed!

An i'm upset
You'd mistake
The final breath
I'll take
Would be for the sake
Of attention

No!
It's simply for the pleasure of pain
From the object
Of my affection

I cant wait to show
My contempt of court
Contemplated much more
Thank lord
The latter was chosen
I swear to him
My swears wont be as
Offensive
As the unmentioned
Alternative
Of this present contemption

My hand told lies
Like prosthetics
As it handled the bible
Like an oath
It would take
If it weren’t for the one nation
Under god
Underdog
Dodging the law
Of the land
Biting the hand
That feeds him

Hunger strikes
Like a match
Thirsty for air
The explosion of emptiness
Fills the stomach
The feels
Become more ill with each filling
Like mercury deposits
Positioned
From molar drilling

A mouthful of ailments
Spewed across the room
For the judges consumption
But the cancerous banter
Spread like foreign bodies
And the jury took injury

The whole world
Agrees
You’re the most hated
Alive
The “not for long” followed
Like the gavel
As it swallowed the courtrooms
Silence
A sentence of death was relayed
Without a period
Of contemplation
As my great contempt
Of court
Is overshadowed
By the ******
Committed by a jury of my peers
Reenacting
The passion of Judas
While I’m crucified
In the name of my father
By men who shoot
The messenger

Remember me at my worst
And my best
Will always inspire
Death is not as bad
If you can give a few truths
Before you expire

I am the master of my destiny,
But it’s difficult to know what I’m destined to be,
So I mastered the skill of poetry in hopes to invest in me.
Thus the power would be vested in me,
And I wouldn’t have to submit to anyone else
To get the best of me.

My words are disturbed,
My belligerent inflictions are deserved,
My fictitious non-fictions are just misheard,
My religious depictions are called absurd,
They rage savagely as they say, “Blasphemy.”
To convey opinions is a task for me,
But if you’re asking me to speak rationally,
Don’t be mad at me, when I ration radically.
My passion was passionately
Passed to me by a God that has to be a part of me,
Or at least partially inside the art part of me.
If He is an entity totally apart from me,
Then why does this feeling remain in my veins?
And please do explain these pains in my
Feet, hands and scalp around my brain.
You say it’s because I’ve been walking all day,
Trying to find my way because I’m lost always,
And all the ways that I take
Bring me back to the same place.
So I sit and write all day until my fingers ache,
In hopes to eradicate my hate and vacate
From this block, city and state
And cop pretty estates.
But writer’s block stops my speedy escape,
I scratch my head until it bleeds to my face.
Still you choose to have hate for my stigmatic fate,
And feel you must take from my ecstatic state,
Just because you frustrate from my enigmatic style,
Then throw sticks and stones to shatter my smile.
Your words won’t hurt,
And flipping the bird don’t work,
And you would never bother to flip through my works.
You just flap your lips and let the whip go berserks,
Until it strips through my soul after it rips through my shirt.

Society is real quick to crucify,
But in this life
It’s do or die
And I refuse to choose to die.
I remember I used to lie
Because my truth was too shy,
But now I’m used to life,
And realize there’s no use to lie.
As I lie on the crucifix these cruel critics fixed upon me,
Just know that I wrote it how it was supposed to be.
Even when I die my fans will be excited to know it’s me,
Resurrected anytime they decide to recite my poetry.

My bare feet slide against the *****, wet pavement,
As I walk the road millions have taken.
I’m alone as I walk, naked, cold, in the night,
No moon, no stars, no signs of light or even life.
For some reason the narrow street was so clear,
The road appeared infinite but I strolled with fear.
An impossible terror, I tried to cry but couldn’t bring tears.
The loudest silence began ringing in my ears,
I walked for days, months until the years,
I could feel the heat rising as my destination neared…

I feel
The rubble under my toes
The lost destiny
Beneath my feet
The past
Portrayed defeat
More work to be done
Than minutes
Left
In the clock's small hands
Then
I bent my knees
To to undue the destruction
Though
I won't finish
Before my seconds
Diminish
The second
Gener-
Ation
May make it
Just a little weight
From the bolders
Lifted off thier shoulders
The beginning
Has to start somewhere
Why not
Where the apparent
-
Ending is sitting
Right next to us
-
Let's use the strength
Of a billion men
To lift the curtains
As they fall

If "happily ever"
Ever wants to happen
We have to accept
It's probably
"After"
We're dead

Whose strong enough
To face this truth
This fear
And work through the tears
Of our demise
Which
Will be met
Before our son rises
Don't wipe your eyes!
Let our cries
Form the oceans
That were ****** dry
In our time
So our children
Will view earth
As it once was
Once "was"
Becomes us
We'll be proud of what we were
And maybe
For the first time
History wont repeat itself

Her silhouette
Was etched too perfect
Shun
Anyone
Who denies her greatness
As gracious
And gentle as a
First crush
Her long legs
Slowly slid
In thigh high stockings
Toes touched air
Her hair gently sways
As she lays
Back arched

Art

In the way
She poses
As a model or prototype
Of what models
Try to possess
Photogenically perfect
Picture beauty
As an actual being
She can't be human
I feel
As if
I discovered something new
Fresh
Impressed
Just to witness
You are the shooting star
No one
Will believe I saw
You make a gold mine
Seem worthless
You're priceless
But I'll treasure you
Describe you in words?
Ha!
Webster couldn't do
That
Impossible seems possible
You explained love
Without showing your face
Even diamonds
Can't shine
With its multiple faces
To make it
Luster like you
I'll just watch...
I mean
****
I'm only a man
Amongst millions
Who would ****
To spend time with you
They would rather spend the night
I'd rather spend
My life

I bent
The rules
Because
Of an emergency
Who knew
My hidden followers
Would emerge
And see
The emerging seas
And have faith
My staff
Would break
The flood

Then take
My shortcuts
Emulate
And shortcome
And drown
In fate

I am
Far from great

The average joe
Dressed
In a multi-colored cloak
Spent days
In the Lion’s Den
Growls
Rang load
Above grounds
The sounds
Played silently
In the ears
Of the proud
Fool
Too foolish
To be afraid
Another
Risk-taken
They’ve mistaken
My leap of faith
For suicide
I’d die
For my cause
But now’s
Not the time

A shape
Has meaning
After we shape
The meaning
If we shave
The faults
Off an object
We’re left
With nothing
But the truth

Direction
Air planes
Move on coordinates
Coordinated
By its pilot
In light
Of the mission
Before
Creation
Or rather
For creation

Quick
Quickness
Is determined
By the metric
System
Each step is
Recorded
Then
Put on a pedestal
As truth
While others try to attain
And trick themselves

Believe
Only
Belief
Is deep
Beneath the sheet
Of skin
That wraps your soul
Unravel
Not with your hands
But your mind
And find
What’s inside

God Will
If to freeze
Is to make still
Than thank god
The sun’s moving

The Morn
Morning
Is for the wake
Of a new day
Celebrate
A life lived righteous
There will
Will live on
Through all of us

Worth
Some people try so hard
Not too be forgotten
They say outrageous things
And forget
To say something
Worth knowing

The Dark Place
Jumping from
Thought
To thought
With out putting
A connection
Worth
Presenting
With an audience
That will understand
Your stance
Try not so hard
To say something
Say something
That’s hard to say
But truth
Deep seeded
In that dark place
Behind your eye’s

I wonder
What wee saw
Before sight
Probably
Nothing work
Speaking about

Heaven
Jump ^ over
The ^ tops
And ^ above
Clouds

Go Green
The journey
Was embarked
Embodied
As art
I thought
I walked through the picture
The beautiful land
Laid plain in my eyes
Oh, How I love
To go green

Road 2 Success
A road to be crossed
Is a road
To be watched
Be careful
And sure to look
All ways

Art C Inc.
If I was
Asked
To choose between
Art and Education
I’d go off
On a tangent

Art C. Inc. 2
Creative tools
To be used
In Arts & Crafts
Which one to pick
Is the game

Lost
The compass
Can make
Us
Turn in circles
Trying to find
The right direction

Artsy
The paint brush
Drips
A message
Depicted as perfect
As real life
Even it’s imperfections
Accurately
Portraying
Richness

The Wild
Pick
Through the pieces
And build something
Of your own
Use instruction
As a minor pull
On
Your wild imagination

Claustrophobia
Be not
Afraid of the dark
What’s the difference
Between
The inside of a closet
And inside
Your closed eyes

The Slide
Slides
Of still pictures
Can move
Fast enough
To come alive
If we pull
Them
With a force
That drove us
Out of caves

Heartbeat
Riding
On the high’s
And low’s
Of life
I become a rhythm
A melody
Peacefully
Beating
Like a heart
Nothing else need
The questions
Are already answered
Yes


There will be another
Heartbeat.

Void
We have
To avoid
The void
Or we’ll become it

The Humans
Whose
To say
What truth
Should be based
Off of

How about the plane
We all share
Earth

By Joseph Childress

Humans For Sale
Our new product
Was produced
By the finest scientist
Rigorous research
Developed over ages
With pages upon pages
On the way's of Man
Which have made it
To this manual
Our manuscript
Comes with a planner
To document
The detailed descriptions
Of the
.Human Revolution.
They carry out
In your manner
For we've finally discovered
How to turn off it's soul!

Our standard package
Is for any industry
We've oiled all it's joints
For maximum mobility
Whenever their overworking
Strings stretch
From their shoulders
To allow shrugs
At your command
So it's hands
Can work for hours
While following your demands
I know you puppeteers
Take offense
To puppet's tears
Report any malfunctions
If the manufactured
Model shows emotion
And we'll threaten
Them with the fire
That they use to own

The titanium's knit tight
Taught enough
For the toughness of man
The silver hooks
Slide through slits
Of flesh
To make value
Of the empty vessel
The heart
Serves as battery
Connecting
Copper veins
To gain momentum
In it's electric brain

Our premium package
Allows wireless extensions
Of control...
Behold!
The new televised eyes
Provide hallucinations
In lucrative amounts
Which will prove
To be illustrious
In it's illustrated sight
The special effect
On it's vision
Is our last step
In
.Human Revision.

Puppeteers!!!
Our market
Is uncontrolled
The loopholes show
The puppets inability
To function
The component of soul
As owner
Be satisfied
Of the power
They don't know

I walk through the flame
With a torch
Scorching
Heat rises
While the Sun sets
Scolding Iron
Black burns
From the white hot

Esteemed
The bloods boiling
About to erupt
And rupture
The surface
Earth is
Perfect
For destruction
I get to choose
Shall I just quake
And make shook?
Or just break
And make soot?
To explode
Or stay put?
I can enter
As emperor
Ashes and embers
In the center of
Cinders
I stood
Like a cintaur
I was sent for
Tinders and timber
Fire from the heavens
Rays
To dissarray
I can reign
In array
In a way
That braises
Those in the way
I rose
At dusk
As dust showers
A presence with
A towering essence

I reckon
My wreckage
Has a message

Make haste
Or you will ruin
My hue in tune
With my shoes
Blues tone
Tutone
My red bones
Wouldn't break
If you through stones
Whose on?
Rock solid boulder
I smolder
I decide
When to explode
I can mold
Or stand bold

My manifold is manifested
In my crest

The formation maker
of multanimous nature!

I decide!
Devastation
Or Resignation?

Devise a planetary Invasion
or
Reassign my placement?

I think this nation
Is destined
To be the destination
For infestation

By Joseph Childress

Let's make believe
Baby,
Let's make each other believe
We don't want to be bothered
We know
What's best for us
We showed the best of us
And couldn't
Make the best of it
Yes,
Let's call it quits
We're stubborn
Stubbing are toes
Pretending we're walking
Like pimps
Kinda hard in your pumps
But it's harder
For me to pumpfake
Without actually jumping
The shot I'll take
Is for the both of us
The fall you'll take
Will hurt us both
We'll boast and brag
Like it was apart of a plan
Let's fake the funk
With our ******* lies
As we leave
And show those who don't believe us
How to make believe

By Joseph Childress

Grammar Nazis
Are politically incorrect!
Their views on beauty
Are unusually unnatural
Usually nature accurately depicts
The perfect harmony
Between structure and chaos

They aim to revoke
.Poetic License.
The responsibility fee
Is irresponsible
In it's response
To viewing mistakes
And expecting compensation
The pennies I've earned
For even thinking
Is an even exchange
For the possible pain
I could've stricken

Lord forbid
I choose a battle of words
To settle this disputation
My concentration
On not giving a ****
Could drive them crazy
I love breaking laws of the English
Language
And creating my own

An explosion of ideas
Could end this war on creation
Free verse
Is more universe
Than university
And Poetry
Bears fruit
For those unafraid
To break their rules

I'm about to get so drunk!
Because of you
So if I do
The unexpected
It's all
Because of you
You unexpectedly
Caught me o
Off guard
I had to reinforce
My force field
And strategically
Maneuver
Around your
Gravity
You have a pull
That slowly brings
The earth
Closer to the sun
Before I burn
I'll learn
As many lessons
As I can
Before I make my final turn
For the worse
Revolutions
With no apparent
Resolution
My parents warned me
About
Women like you
Watch
But never subdue
My subconscious hold
On you
Is due
To the fact
That you
Are the only
Woman
I ever
Truly knew
Know knowing
Is bringing me
Closer
To No-ing
Every question you ask
And because of it
I can pass
On Love
All because of
The likes of You

A few feet of rope
Is all I need
To attempt
A death defying jump
Stunt
As evil as a motorcyclist
O'er a mountain
Except
I'll purposely fail
I'll miss the mark
And fall into the dark
Abyss
And as I fall
Into the trench
Between cliff's
I'll hang on to the only bit
Of serenity I've ever witness
It seemed like plenty of minutes
Passed
Before my grounding
Of the situation
I'm placed in a displaced
Formation

Though I'm dismembered
I figured
My disfigured image displays
My inner being
Contortion
Confusion
I confront my discomfort
And end all thought

The final sight
Of me
Will be as is
Take me as I am
As I take away my life
And be

I don't know why
You decided
To stay
I am broke up
From yesterday
My heart departed
Some time ago
An empty future
Is all
We can know

But we can walk
Hand in hand
Corpse's bride
Locked eyes
I locked lips
With
Appocalypse
And sealed my fate
A date with destiny
Is destined to be great
Even though
We'll birth more
Pain then pleasure
It'll hurt more
To face it
Alone

I finally made it
To the end of the road
My life told
A good story

What can one do
When the inevitable occurs
Of course, you can fight
And act
As if your antics
Weren't worthless
In fact
You can work less
If you're aware
Of whats the worse
That can happen
The happening happens every minute
Which happens to be
The time
For a hundred tenants
To get evicted
Check the census
And since its
Seconds
That fullfill
Like fantasies
I'll write a fiction

A fraction
Of the factions
Would still
Be in action

Whose actions
Are
Half as cruel
as Hitlers?

Huiessen's
or Stalins?

20 million scream
"Joseph!"
But a child disagrees
And speaks the words
"Barely a third."

So many
Executions
Jesus Christ!
What would you do
The only man
To die
And come back to life

The truth comes to light
But lies lurk in shadows
How shady
Maybe
In May
We can see it all
And to my dismay
This just may be
Already fall

I have
To make a confession
I have an obsession
Writing sessions
Are no longer
Worked
To become greater
This addict
Attic's light
Is dimming from overuse
If it dies
So will I
What am I
Without the wick
Which is wit
If it's
To suffocate
I'll suffer
The same fate
So for
The rest
Of the night
I'll work tirelessly
To create
Light
From scratch
Without a match
Bulbs
Bursts
Because
The flowers ready
To bloom
Or the filaments
Lamented
Simmering down
Like a cavern's lantern
Burned out
Tampered
Like a lamp
Damp
From the dew
That somehow
Managed to
Drip through
The crevice
Of the wooden
Ceiling
Sealing fate
Leaking death
On what's left
Of the day.

Souls lit
With the intent to
Distribute
Who wants
The unwanted
Essence of wantings
I've lived long enough
To break
The imaginary chains
Still young
My pains have yet
To grow to scars
The long lasting
Feelings
Of dishappiness
Happens
To compliment
The complex
Ideals of discernment
The hurtment
Lies deep
Forged thoughts
On the cheap beliefs
Of peace
This arrangement
Was made
With an agreement
To never forget
The unminted conditions
Of descent
I fail often
Off ten
Bottles to
Lessen
The knows
On my lack of progression
Yet
It seems to only
Fuel the aggression
Aggravated
By the mistakes
I take
Like second chances
Hoping one day
I can rid
My emotions
By drinking
Cups of defeat
The war is insane
Like me
There’s no where
To retreat
So that’s where
I’ll be going
The same
Is all I have
Until the next time
We meet
Though shallow
My love remains
Deep…

The Living

The longer I’m alone
The closer
I feel to death
Hope the door out
Leads to a party
Not a closet
Maybe
Only like-minded
Individuals
Will rest in commonplace
So let’s fight
With words
Until we settle
On a moral agreement
We
May not
But one day
Our children will reach it
Peace
Between
Plants and animals
Alike

No pride
But in our pride:
The Living.

Love does not hurt,
Love heals,
But when there’s bad Love deals
Love kills,
Only bad matches don’t work,
Can’t even spark.

And Your passion lacks flame,
Sticking with that lame
*** excuse for a boyfriend,

Or man,
Ha ha ha!!!
Sorry I can’t say that without laughin
But rest assure I’ll cry later
Not for me
For you
I know your heart sore by now,

And You still don’t wanna soar do you?

You’d rather stay put,
Aching in the same place,
Ancient mistakes
I guess it ain’t **** to
Age at an insane rate,
Stressing
The fact you believe in fate,
Sure
But what’s yours?
Tragedy?
Travesty?
You
Trials?
Tribulations?
You will be in your Four T's (forties)
And feel Misplaced

You miss the point
Like Cupid’s arrow
When he hit me in the face,
The first woman I looked at
Was you

And who you say you was married to?
Or engaged to?
Or engaged with?
Or will end age with?
Or whatever…
Oh, Never mind me,
I’m just hatin
Your engagement

Ring
Do you
Hear the church bells
And you say
I do!
But to who?
Or to whom
Him?

**** my light is just as dumb
I mean dim
As yours
I hate
The fact that I also believe in fate
And ignorantly
I’ll wait…

I wish
I could write my way
Out of this one
One too many
Slips of the mind
And forgets
Of deadlines
Lining up
To collect their debt

Take my time!
I don’t
Give a ****
Though my time
Is measured
There are infinite
Minutes
To obtain after life
I sold so much
To stay alive
But never my soul
What’s the purpose
Of life without it
I doubted
I’d ever be placed
So low
On the spectrum
Of happiness
But I happen
To have a heart
That beats regardless
Of a hardship

A list of loans
To be made
I borrowed
More than could be paid
During my days
In the burrows
Buried by my mistakes
Helping hands were lent
I took a grip
An uplifted spirit
With
A price tag
That wasn’t fit
For this
Budget
I wouldn’t
Budge
If this loss
Is my final
Than Finally!
I choose to refuse!
Help
For the price
Of my life
And lose
Again.

Again,
I gain something
From a loss
Against the odds
On the eve
Of destruction
Fate
Made a statement
That was heaven sent
A testament
That tests a man’s
Strength
Overcome this disease
Or come to your knees
And succumb
To defeat
Decisions will be made
To give in
Is out the question
Giving your will
Is instilled
And your vision
See’s the blessings
Seize the blessing
And received
The lesson learned
Let it burn
As a memory
Tattooed permanently
And showcased
For all to see
As history
Stares at its future
Which you’ve
Created

To love or loathe?
That is the question…

Answer
And the quest begins
Then ends
Happily ever

After
One’s up, on a time
When other‘s are down and hate
Your Laughter.

By Joseph Childress

I'm not afraid of heights
I'll get high
Just to prove it
My wreck-less-ness
Should let you know
What's expected
Resting miles above danger
Enjoying the unexpected
My lack of uncontrol
Is enough to annoy
Those aiming for control
I own
A random nature
Mixed with structures
Of my choosing
I'm losing
The laws of physics
Being lifted
In the physical
Living on a plane
That lands on open lanes
Yet prone
To being blown
From pressure on it's propellers
The dwellers of trenches
Are perched on their benches
The field of clouds
Are for those out
Making yards out of inches
Taking chances
Dancing
On top of storms
Learning
To dodge the lightning
And living above the norm

Thoughts of you
Can keep
Sleep up all night

I refuse to battle
The bat of your eyelashes
My heart paces fast
As an attack
And when I die
A kiss
On the cheek
Electrifies

!!!ME!!!

Back to life
Why
Did you not
Let me rest
Though the kiss
Was just a greet
You know
It makes me weak
100 ways to stay awake
Through the rain
And their all
Memories
Of you
The sound
Of your name
Can drown the
Noise
Of a storm
Thundering
While the sun's out
Confused
Yet still
It has nothing on you

There will be tears reminiscent to seas
Salt water
Body of lies
Forming to make there way through
Rocks and hard places
Through time they cut
And **** up
The thoughts of tough
I trust
You’ll never trust
Us
But you remain in the picture
The pitcher
Has just enough
Liquor to leave me
Left
Right
Beside myself
Sometimes
I get beside myself
And me and I
Rather I and me
Stand alone
With the unknown
Women eyeing me
I’m trying to see them
For who they are
Yet,
Your eyes are all I see
Icy hearts are hard to warm
It hardily harms me
And scarcely scars
Or even scares you
Because we are
Emotionless vultures in a cult that preys
On cultures
That cultivate true feelings of love
We contour their beliefs
With our tongue in cheek
Expressions
Learnt from lessons
We had in adolescence
Will we ever truly grow?
Or will we just
Say **** it
And bring the world down
With us?

Watch the hands on the clock,
Or the hands on the wrist watch,
As it tick tocks,
And see if it stops…
Probably not,
Probably never,
So would it be probable to assume time is forever?
How clever,
What if the hands on the clock have been severed?
Or the clock drops and it breaks instead.

Or the hands on the wrist watch stop
Because the batteries are dead.
Did you beat time?
No, the batteries can be replaced,
And hands put back in place.
And set back to the point in time,
When the hands pointed at time.
Time has beaten you,
Because when you die,
You can’t be revived,
And even time can’t return to when you were alive.
You believe that the world revolves around your life,
The hands of time revolve around mine.
Because they speak of your time of death,
But never speak of the death of time.

Heaven or Hell,
Well, Heaven is hell
To the devil
Who fell a couple levels according to Heavens tales.
Yes, I guess Hell is heaven,
To the Rebel adoring Heaven’s jail.

Good deeds are evil to people who love vices
And vice versa for people who live righteous.

Those who are opposed to Heaven’s sweet abode,
Are opposite from those who impose on Hell’s road.

If good and evil are converse souls,
Does this mean since happiness is the angel’s goal,
That demons thrive for depression
To make their lives whole?

Or maybe happiness is only in the eye of the beholder,
Heaven appears hellish in the eye’s of the fallen soldier.

Well the whole concepts confusing,
All the more amusing,
But nonetheless fusing my conclusion,
Or the allusion
Heaven and Hell is just an illusion.

The figments
Of my imagination
Form
Characters
Caricaturized
By their character
They exaggerate
My failures
Voicing opinions
I swear
Aren’t my own
But somehow
They’ve grown
With each fall
They rise higher
In cognition

An incognito option
Was proposed
In my sub conscientious
By an unknown
Object
I objected
Obviously
But the
Con artistry
Was shown beautifully
The calligraphy
Was written perfectly
And preferred to be
Read
By the misled….


Pride said,
“You’re lows
Can disappoint highly
Just a point
Made
To marinate
In the milieu
Of thoughts
That spill through

Once
Your highs
Reach its peak
You’ll peek
Into the heavens

Every minute
At this distance
From Earth
Will revolve
Around you
Evolve
And defy the laws
That helped
You grow
Denounce every ounce
Of doubt
And pounce
On greatness
Break the rules
And create the new
Standard
Behold yourself
And be envied
By the eyes of beauty”

...To be continued

I’m ill-mannered
Hopefully, my poetics
Bring enough etiquette
To the table

Tablets full
Of carved feelings
Have artfully
Aided ancient hearts
For ages
Then made it
To the pages
Of history

My story
Should be shared
With hers
Not wither
Without at least
A statement

And I offer much more
A description
Of what I attest
Inscribed on the right
Side of my chest

All to often
Are words
Rendered worthless
Worth
Less than the effects
Of sticks or stones
Thrown

Don’t mistake
This passage
As a passive attempt
Of tempering
My aggression
Of your antics
Rather absence…

Absinthe sips
Seems to reminisce
Your scent
Since you’ve
Been missing
I’m empty
You’re not seen
Like the spaces
Between my words
But you’re presence
Is still there
And uphold
What’s left of me

When they speak of hurt
This is what they mean!

Cuts, bruises and burns Take their turns
Teaching the lessons
But
The viciousness of love
Shows the true definition
No evidence
It burns, bruises and cuts
Through it all

Love Coma
Caused by the blunt object
Of my affection
Untreated
Therefore infected
Sick intentions
Arise from the tension…

How can we claim
To love each other
And then hate?
There is no thin line
Between love and hate!!!!!!!!
The line that divides
Is thicker
Than blood

Clots
Seem to reminisce
Us
Coagulated
As we try to prevent death
I’m so glad you made it
To the point
You can take another breath
And calm
Before you leave me
Left
With my own sores
To pick through
The score is settled
I refuse to fight
If winning means
I proved
Why you
And I
Aren’t right!

Isn’t reality so much sicker than fantasy

We visualize
The direction we need to go
And laugh about the future
Smiles
You and I
Will share
With a pair of kids
And a wedding
That dawns
On the eve of our choosing
On a lawn
By a beach as we’re loosing
The last bit
Of separation
We’ll ever witness
And blend
Become one
Forever
And ever more

Reality
Snaps us back
As we snap
On each other
About the useless points
We make
That truly just shows
We’re only humans
Striving for perfection

What if by chance
You we’re perfected
Before I!!!
You’d leave me for Jesus
If I before you
The ****** Mary I’d subdue
So until we’re perfect angels
Lets settle
Not for the devil
But a few rebels
That try…

To Love

Though
I sound poetically incorrect
I heart you
Hearter
Than any man
Can ever

I’m a realist
Not a stenciled prince

Are you unconvinced?

Conniving acts
Are for those
Who can’t match

We’re misplacements
Made purposely
To find
Each other

Well,
We’ve found!
Though,
You look excited

We should settle down

Before
Anyone notice’s
This happiness
And tries to end
Ride and Die
If we must
Go out
Like Bonnie & Clyde
In the dust…
Die in the ride
We rode to death
We won’t go
Like Romeo or Juliette
Russian roulettes’
For the odds
And we have demands
**** chancing
On standings
We already have

Forget about whatever
And focus on forever
We have too much left
After this life
To worry about now...

Your love
Made me slump
Into a slumber
I’ll never awake

Forever faithful
To what you say
Is a false fate
I made in my dreams

Either I
Hallucinate
Or you’re my chosen one
The prophecy

Futuristic vision
Is the curse
You blessed me with
I saw forever in your eyes
And I’ll end
If I miss
Your stares
Straight to heaven

Please
Don’t leave me standing
In love’s abyss

Catchy clichés
Can calm nerves if spoken
At the right moment
Appreciative tokens
Of atonement
Can amend this friendship
For the moment
Leave me left
And I’ll be found
Righteous
In my attempts at
Tempering your aggression

Either way I win.

Marriage & Children
Divorce & Retirement
The best things
Come to an end
Which leaves room
For a cycle to begin
Recycling my romantic
Ideals
Of true love

Either way I win.

Deception
Misery & Mystery
Inceptions
Of mystic prophets
Who provide
Love potions with ironic twists
Like the iconic wits
Of philosophists
Who admit to know nothing
This concoction
Can con-artist-ically convince
Common sense
To become rare
Drunken affection
With lips that tell lies
As often as the truth
It tries to depict

Either way I win.

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

By Joseph Childress

You're hot as Hell
Not a more accurate metaphor
For what your heart stores
Vicious love
What sin did I commit
Where apologies aren't accepted
When I repent
You have
The tongue of a serpent
And I mean that
In more ways than one
You earned the deed to my soul
And buried it
In the deepest hole
Maritime trenches
For the unforgiven
At least Adam
Was warned of what was forbidden
My lack of knowledge
Of Love
Occurred at the same time
I tried to show it
My father knows
I asked, "Momma What's Love?"
And God knows
She showed it
Better than she could explain
My missteps
When I stepped to my future "Mrs."
Missed the whole point
I stumbled on the stairs
To Heaven
And I fell straight into Hell.

My record
Reflects some aspects
Of my character
Not all
At all
At all costs
I spin
When I face faults
I skip through
Scratched melodies
Like the cracks in the street
The new sound is ground-
Breaking
Breath taking
And painstakingly made

However
Its a bit worn
And prone
To wear and tear
Easily offended
If not handled
With care

Snap
Out of thin air
Music is not made
But strained
By the heart
And trained
To be felt
Though the mood
May not always
Fit the setting
I'm letting
My soul do the telling

Whether wrong
Or right
The song
Tells truth
A human being
As flawed
As his record
My storylines
Along with time
Improves
The soundtrack
To my life
Played beautifully
By the maker

So typical, trying to analyze every individual,
Only God can judge me, I’m quick to get biblical,
Or do I use it as a way to do the inexplicable.
All men sin, so the world’s view is cynical,
Now every day the phrase becomes applicable.
I’m not a criminal,
But I do commit crimes.
If that’s a contradiction
Then open up your mind.
We all commit crimes, but who’s willing to do the time?
Or at least take the time to think about the next line,
Is God really the only one who can judge me
When we all have eyes?
Even if you never say a word
You judge in your mind.

I am the greatest love maker,
But the worst love show-er,
Didn't know what to show her,
So I showered her with petty symbolisms,

A rose, to display the danger and perfection,
A ring, for her everlasting beauty,
A song, to sing from the heart
A thong, to dance in, to prepare romancing,
Shoes, to walk in with class and elegance,

Still not enough
And so I gave,
A watch, so show time is of the essence,
A car, to take her to any destination,
A house, to make home
With A dog, so she’s never alone

Still it wasn’t enough
And so I gave,
A clone of me
So I’m never really gone,
My arms to embrace,
My legs, to stand,
I even gave
My feet and hands.

She rejected everything,
Down to
My skin to hide the inner workings
My bones for supporting
My nerve
My muscles for strength
My height for length
My width for conception
And my depth for protection

You wanted nothing
From the concrete
To abstract

From the start.

What was missing?
You wanted not a thing,
But
My heart.

Constantly changing
Like constellations
Through
Seasons
We see son’s
Of our fathers
In the stellar
Configurations
Scientifically
Debating
The reality
Of make-believe

As humans
We strive
To find purpose
I propose
The deposition
Of myths
Are dispositions
In need of disposing
This poses
The belief
That science is all we need

I suppose
Rather
Postulate
Our posture
has change from
Hunchback
To upright
Because
We’re in the right
Direction
Abstract
Ideas
Such as love
Take a back seat
To concrete evidence
Of necessity

Your conception
Of love
Was simply a misconnection
In the synapses
Of your brain
You truly
See me
As a proper mate
For continuation
Of our primates

******
Isn’t conceived
As such
With our fellow
Beings in life
Our nonsense
Perception
In meeting
After death
Is laughed at
In the kingdom
Of animals

If evil
Is ever
The right decision
I guess
Injustice
Can be found
In justice

If righteous
Is ever
The solution
To abuse then
I guess
In retrospect
I can respect
Retribution

Evolving
Into the final human
Is a slow changing
Progress
Mutating
To survive
In the environment
That becomes
Harsh
With our further
Proofs
In the lack of use
For love

The marsh brings
Reptilian
Tendencies
Spewing venom
With split tongues
Awaiting
Full separation
Usurping serpents
Urging the up-rise
Of our final
Being
In love’s insurgence
Hisses
Drown the
Sounds of kisses
And signals
The sign...
We finally evolved.

We often have so many misfortunes in life,
We get used to being used by pain’s might.
But if we hold tight,
Regardless of life’s hardships,
Or the steepness of our plight,
We just might keep sight
The fortunes only seen at night.

If you ask me,
The sun’s beauty cannot compare to that of the moon.
Stare at the blazing sunlight,
And I’ll watch you go blind.
While I gaze at the moon’s eyes,
And one day have nocturnal sight.

Sometimes it’s hard to follow the light
When your surroundings are bright.
But it’s easy to find the spark
When your days are dark.

I learned to never be afraid to shed tears,
A sign of a weakness is often feared.
But if dark clouds can rain in the morning,
Why can’t our tears reign in the mourning?
Whether that be for the deceased,
Or the fact my mind seeks peace.
Ever so discreet, the tears meet my cheek,
It can’t hit my chin; I show no signs of defeat.
But my actions repeat, again and again,
And then, I finally let the tears reach my chin.
I would never cry over milk spilled,
I’d just wipe it off the floor.
But I’m not afraid to wipe my face,
When the tears reign and pour.

(Reader Beware)

I just happen to be
Evil
Ever since I could remember
I favored
Torture
Over
******
It brings a sense of overkill
And overtime
It becomes much worse
Than death
Trust I
Studied ****** pages
Out the Book of Death
So you know which craft
I've practiced
For ages
Graduately
Mastered Massacre
Professed uncontested chaos
Havoc bestowed upon
My victims
Shrieks pierce ears
Like nails against
Chalk boards

My knife scraps along
Your metal chains
Why worry I won't stab
I just want your eyes
You don't
Need to see
The method to my madness
For if you ever escape
You can't tell a thing
You'll only see
The last image
Me
My methods mimmick Hell
As I cause pain
Forever
I wont let you die
Blood drips like tears
As you cry
Now,
Settle down,
You'll get use to it

Love learning disablilities
Romance has reprimanded me
Walking
Hand in hand
Avoiding other women
I thought I
Was a true believer
Of free love
But
When she
Let her love free
With men
Other than me
It uncovered
More than wanted
Suddenly,
Control seems
Like just another variable
Unbearable
The bear hold
It has
When your last
Is handled
Like theirs more to spare
And you know
The tear
Is wearing thin

It hurts
To get pulled
In opposite directions
When your soul
Wants nothing more
Than to remain
In it’s position

The pealing off of suits
Offer
An awful truth
Inner me exposed
Like the falling of defenses
Or
Enemy exposed
Like the failing of a friendship

If the lord
Should grant my soul
Enough courage to be shown
I promise
To never be a show
Or entertainer to be owned

Jailhouse blues
Aren’t only sung by caged birds
I’m free
And I sing
Because
I haven’t earned my wings

The unveiling of my secret
Societal mind
Will amplify
The ample voices
Speaking at the same time

It hurts
To get pushed
In one position
When your mind
What’s nothing less
Than to go
In all directions

Searching through eternity
To find forever
For everyone...

I have to **** time

Hours lost
Trying to steal minutes
Out of long hands

Only way to cope
Is to enjoy the moments
Not watching
The hourglass sand

It remains a reminder
Of my debt
But with the clock
Out of sight
I slept
And found another day

It pains the mind
To recognize what I wasted
I should of waited
But I can't wait
Until the weekend
Until then
I'll waste it

No treasure found
Forever in freeze frame
Just seconds
Before the sunsets
The suns few rays
Brings a sense of Feng Shui
As I **** time
In the final moments
Of the day

The war rages on, fire in the sky,
Pride in the soldiers eyes as they take each other’s lives,
Wives deprived of that last conversation,
Miles away from where the battle is taking place in.
Lives altered on the altar
As they spray the church buildings,
Arrays of bullets breaking down the walls
And the church ceiling.
Silence as the only thing bright they’ve seen all night
Is when a ray of light comes through a hole
In the stained window pane,
Shone in the face of a solider now fallen.
Nothing can change his widow’s pain.
Not a minute wasted to recover the soldier’s remains,
Only time to take cover;
Make haste before your body is claimed.
The fight goes on, no one goes home,
Non early departure from battle grounds
Only dearly departed.
Fire rounds, loud sounds
Can’t remember why the war started,
Nor do you give a ****, too many bodies discarded.
The soldier then finds a space
In the corner of some abandoned place,
Cries tears as he feels disgraced,
Don’t want the “Medal of Honor” they’ll shove in his face.
They don’t know the deep dark secrets
And what took place.
Only the soldier and his enemy can understand
This rage, this hate!!!
This hate to be loved,
The truth he has to face.

He wasn’t faithful to his country,
No,
He was not faithful to his wife.
He’s dead to her,
She’ll never take him back.
She should have left him
The day she found him cheating the wedding night,
She thought he would change,
Thought everything would be alright.
Ignorance over common sense,
The way of ones in love.
These are the wars and battles we go through
When one’s in love.

By Joseph Childress

Help me write this poem
For real
Grab a pen
Yours is customized
From things we remembered
So you know
The amount of energy
And time
That went into creating
This creator of art

I am working
On my greatest masterpiece
And I need your assistance
"The Book of Love"
Is the title I chose
It's more dictionary
Than novel
The definition is long I admit
100 pages
To explain the one thing that
Helped me create it

You helped me create this
How could you forget
The reality we shared
Of course
This book is dedicated to you
The course
I took is worth the degrees
Of the sun
But it took my cold heart
To keep me
From burning these pages

Your smile
Breaks the horizon
After a black night
The vaccum
Of space ******
I’m glad
I touched bases
With you
And returned
To earth
The quest
To find myself
Left me lost
Selfishly
I left you
Alone
You selflessly
Let me leave
On the eve
Of our future
Because
You believed
The best
Rested in me
Yes, indeed
And rest assure
Your good deed
Did
Not go unnoticed
Your big heart
Pounds
With the sound
Of a goddess
Your prowess
Makes my poetry
Look like
The dullest prose
I owe
What beauty I have
To you
All I can offer
An exchange
For you staying by my side
Is to never
Alter
Or change again
Because of pride

"Could've"
Can be a cold word
The shadow of regret
"Chance"
Has a silhouette
With enhanced details
That show over time
Chants and rants
On the definition
Of the enchanted emotion
So much power
And so little time
To learn how to use it
Still,
It's never useless
I say
Never use less
Words than needed
Or else
"Could've" will become you