What is your biggest fear?
Life is mine, **** death.
Life is limited, death’s infinite.
Life is regrettable, death’s inevitable.
Life defines time, but death defies it.

Copper moons
In the month of June
Can set the mood
Like fireplaces
In December
The embers rise
Like the passion
Of a mad man
Madly in love
The contrast
Of the dark sky
In the background
Can’t last
Long enough
The beauty portrayed
Was made
For portrait
My poor traits
Are accepted
Like eclectic
Decisions
Like when the sun
Decides to be
Ecliptic
I’ll hide today
But in the morrow
I’ll shine
In a way
So my rays
Can raise
And leave you blinded
By arrays

Most guys shy away
From showing emotions
Exposing too much
Leaves them naked
I’m not ashamed
If you see
What should be seen
In
Private
It’ll only make you
Want me more
What’s in store
Is pain
Hidden in pleasure
To please
Is the least
I can do
To make up
For the
“Leave”
That comes
Thereafter
You come faster
Than seconds can count
Almost
As if we
Been away longer
Than years can count
The amount
Needed for this
Leap of faith
Could mount mountains
As I maintain
What’s needed to stay
In the position
Remain uplifted

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…

When the sky
falls
I'll look down
At broken clouds
And
The fabric of space
Tore like the fray


****,
Whose gonna fix!?

I''ll be looked upon
Flyboy!

"Just jump on the moon!
Pull the sky in full
With a pulley
And if it's too heavy
Pull me!"

Who want's to be a
Citiczen of earth
When once white clouds
Are now
Covered in dirt

Since I'm
The only guy with wings
You say,
It's easy to see
Me
I should fly
Reweave strings
But I'm no seamstress

It seems stressful
To have duty
On Call
Due to my
Enclave of feathers

Assorted in perfection
Cleverly positioned
To make light
And lift
I take flight
Even when the wind
Blows away
I'm wieghtless

I've waited a long time
To be accepted
Along time
You denied me
Who wants to befreind
The freak
But now you say
It's my destiny
To save you
But I won't
Will you freak when I deny?

Will you cry
Shout
Scream
In the final moments?
Or own it

Like the fate
You made me taste
As bitter
As the first look you gave
When you saw
My disfigured back
You didn't front
Like you didn't notice
The ugly sight
Which would soon
Be your savior

Why do we “Fall” in love?
If love is a positive,
And to fall is a negative,
Can someone tell me how it is?
You can fall down with something
That’s supposed to uplift you?
Going the wrong way with love
That’s the only issue.

I believe those who fell in love,
In love they failed,
And their relationship as a whole
Is dispelled as well.
So **** falling, I’d rather Fly in Love,
I’d rather rise to cloud nine in the skies above.
And even still,
I have to keep it real,
It’s hard to tell if what you’re feeling
Is really how you feel.
But instead of leaving our status at a standstill,
I’d rather take small steps so our status still stands.
And in due time we can move on with our flight plans.
I like you, but if I say I love you it wouldn’t be right,
So instead of being in love,
Lets settle for being in like.
When we’re ready take a ride in the skies with doves,
Will be the same time we rise above
And finally
Fly in Love.

Full-time job
As a part-time lover
A fool fueled
By the feuds
That burns like the passion
Of a manic mad man
That manages to unmask
Conspiracies
Of secrecy
All the while
Spiraling
In delusion
Self-persecution
Trading sanity
For a truth
With no proof
Spewing his views
Over youtube
While you tune in
To a frequency
That frequently
Misses the point

The bigger picture
Is hard to see
When nit-pickers
Like I
Scrutinize the details
Then tell whats missing
With the audacity
Of a man with the capacity
To think critically
I mimic cynic critics
Then complain
When my views
Are challenged
Im challenged
Mentally
My retardation
Will eventually
Get the best of me
Hopefully
Before the worst of me
Becomes
The norm

This poem
Seems scatterbrained
Because my metaphors
Rarely connect
In the way
The reader
Is supposed to incept
I'd accept my defeat
In my attempt
TO prove my point
Except
I hate showing
What you'd expect

So as our     dwindles
To the sound
Of my favorite instrumental
As I write about
Myself
Hopefully
You'll see the bigger picture
Unlike me

... I just realized
I forgot to put love
Before the word dwindle
In the last stanza
And ****** up this constantly
Rhyming poem
To point out
The small details

And as a final
Desperate attempt
To redeem myself
I'll selfishly
Forget you again
And end
On a note
As a notice
That reconnects my first thought
Of how
Unbalanced my time is devoted

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

This journal
Is on the journey
Of a young man
Learning to run
After his first steps

Tried tricycles
For quite some time
Now riding
Without training
Free wheeling
And still in motion
By cycles
Of
Trial and error

New skills
Compensate slips
When quick hands
Can’t stop
The falling

No hands
On down hills
Still kicking
Not quite standing
Moving
While sitting
Still with it
With every minute
I’m lifted

Handling
My direction
Handle bars
Hold the
Reflection
Mirrors on either side
Eye’s focused
Front and behind

In line
Like skates
Though grinding
Set’s off a sign
Brakes
Wearing thin
No stopping
In my lane
Flying like
Hydroplaning
Off wet roads

Uncontrolled

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 *****

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
Such a slave
To my anger
And foolish pride
I'll die
A thousand times
Before I recognize
The life
I've wasted
All because
I need to stay
Above
Never a shoulder shrugged
More
Of a mean mug
Stare down
Before the final
Show down
Blow for blow
'Til the war
Is over
While I preach
And teach peace
Pieces of me
Fragmented
Because
I react
With tactical actions

                                            Frag grenades ! ! ! ! !

Painting
The Art of War
Beautifully
Ignorantly believing
That’s possible

How come
I cant teach
Someone
To be
All they can be
But I cant make
The best of me

Army's Armistice
Raising arms

Nuclear warfare
Clearly a fair war
When its
Warranted
Wanted
I'm warning ya!

Stand down...
The sounds
Of hollow point rounds
Piercing
A cops vest...

I'm not going no where!
Know where
The end is
Be patient!
The tip of this bullet
Will end this
Miscommunication

Explosive decisions
Pressing
The big red button
Dropping bombs
Over Bagdad

Bragging about it
To my comrades
Commemorated
With a badge
Of honor

Once the parade
In my name
Is over
I'll be forced
To face
The nightmares alone
Lone ranger
Growing stranger
With time
Untangle the rope
Time to let
My body dangle
Beneath
The noose
Untie these twisted
Thoughts

And just
Let loose!

Ghost writer
Or rider?
That is the question!
Either way
I'll lose my rights
The rite of passage
Was blocked off
The will
To move foward is missing
With nothing
To spare
I'm tired of making marks
In the lane I chose
This road
I wrote has dead ends
I know
I'm just afraid
Scared and terrified
They say phrases
Sacred and terrific
However,
I lost poetic license
And the drive to keep moving
On road to success

As I lay on my deathbed in the hospital room,
The awareness of my soon doom,
Exudes feelings of gloom,
But more so it ensues feelings of regret,
So many stupid decisions which in my heart beget
Feelings of indecision, unaware of what is next.

The disease that’s ripping me from my life is unknown,
All I know is I had to leave my son and wife at home.
Soon I’ll have to leave from the life I’ve known.
I remember my last words to my son,
Looking sympathetically I looked at him pathetically,
And said so empathetically, I loved him,
So death could see.

But it doesn’t matter, because talking doesn’t work,
So I’m patiently waiting for the coffin and the hearse,
And then all a sudden I started coughing and it hurts,
Then I pressed the button which was calling for the nurse.

The door flew open
But it couldn‘t be her,
Instead I got the black hooded death,
Known as the Grim Reaper.
He approached me, I got cold, time froze,
His hand hit mine.
He got close to me and told me, that it was my time.
Filled with frustration I couldn’t control,
Snatched my arm away from his hand so cold,
Looked him in his eyes, because it was time he was told,
He’s not taking any more lives and it was my time, I spoke.

“If you reap what you sow, why reap souls?
You’re the creator of none, but you can take them and run?
How is this so, the keeper of the souls,
Reaper who sold nothing he sowed?
He only stole, and away he stowed ,
Until he bestows them to the one below.
And we all know that he has no soul.
So your envy controls and even he knows
In heat he chose to fight those he loathes.
Despising those whose demise,
You own.
Spiting foes, despite inside he knows,
That it was he who has chose,
The life as Reaper of Souls.”

After I finished my speech,
He roared with laughter and disbelief,
Then, up I leaped and for his sickle I reached,
Chopped off his head, which fell to his feet.
Now death is dead, just grim from defeat.

But to my surprise, death did have a soul,
And into my body, the spirit arose.
The Grim Reaper’s hood then covered me whole,
From the inside to out my body became cold.
I was no greater than he, reaping what I did not sow.
I was just as Grim,
And now the new Reaper of souls.

When winter comes, the game is over
Until then
I’m tilling the soil, in preparation for the final score
Cordiality
Before the fertility of an ordeal, which grows into the bigger picture
Displayed
Splayed open in awkward moments, momentum picking up
Dust
Doesn’t this dirt, do something… creates… With no need
Of creativity
It just becomes… Nativity bourne… Energy from the stress, stretchin
Gravity pulls
Subdues the aborted missions… Missing the survivors
One
In a million, peal through the milieu, and skews
This present
View of manure, that manifests in the festivities that brings out
The most
Beautiful black rose in spring… Arose from the black
Beneath
Neither I nor you can undue, growth… Destruction just makes room
For something
Bigger to become… Cometh the comets to renew the stigma…
Butterflies
Kiss the bees… Better fly before the sting… Before the sting…
Stung
Death becomes the unlikely pair… The pear drops, to its own despair
This pair
Dies… as the flies, cover the corpse, cadavers and carrion
Carry on
The merry married marred, and in the spoils, spring new life
Young maggots Detested by the world, enters ignorantly blissful, and springs…
Underlings
Lingering beneath the grips of hatred, when it grows, with its
Hundred eyes
It still wont see the picture… distorted kaleidoscopic optics stops it
From seeing
The whys, the wheres, the world, the web
The spider
That sits beside her… and ***** the life out her
The outer
Casings, the crust, the crevice, the crack, the core,
We see
Explore, excavate through the dust of adam, and reach the hot magma,
The lake
Of fire floods the land… and destroys another civilization

“Welcome to earth…”

Happiness & Misery

I tend to compliment
My confidence
With complaints
On how common place
My plain
Life is
The great times
In complexity
Simply
End
Too quickly
Being me
Became a meme
A trend
A fad
That lasts temporarily
As I change
The wardrobe
Of my beliefs
To best suit the situation
For times of war
Or times of peace
Offering myself
A sacrificial ME
Should suffice
For their superficial
Needs
Supplying their demand
Of wants
The difference they cannot see
I
No better than them
No better
Than what they seek
Not realizing
I
In this life
Is all I need
To proceed
To “ever after”
Happily

The other
Side of my brain
Supplies
The pain
And suffering
Inside of me
Ushering
The alternative
Reality
To my native
Faculty of thoughts
Felicity fails
And the facility
Of fury
Derails
My train of thought
This casualty
Casually causes
The worst case scenario

The battle within
Never ends
Each state of mind
Debates with
Indubitable facts
And stats
To seal my fate
The future lies
In mystery
Happiness
Or misery?
The answers hard to see
I still don’t cant find the key
To unlock the doors
To happiness in misery…

I dread
The thought of a red shirt
Once white
This causes
Caution
And curiousity
Cure me or ****

I question
All this
A result
Of a swift kiss

From

A blade raised
WIth
Intent to rip
My hand gaurds
But not good enough
Rough cuts
Rust remnants
Proved to be as infectious
As
Addiction to infliction
Like
Picking sores
With ***** nails

Get well
Soon becomes a cliche
With no meaning
The reason
For bleeding
Is only to stain

Sustain the pain
Then it leaves
It's mark
Like a scar
Carved art
Like a tattoo
More like
A love wound
Worst than
Love lost
Hurts worse than
The sight of a hearse
More like
The feeling of hurt
What's worse?

Getting your heart broken
Mine was butchered
And sewn back
Poorly patched
With bent needles
Needless
To say
They were
Bathed in a bottled
Labeled with
Cross-bones

Posion
I need less to say
And I say,
"I hate you!"
I'll condense to
"Hate"
Because thats all I have
For you

Joseph Childress

Soft words
Are usually preferred
During pillow talks
Foolishly
I foolheartledly
Brought hard words
Harsh
& Disturbed
Which
Hardily makes sense
Since
Your sentiment
Didn't deserve
The sediment
Provided
From my concrete heart
I argue
Our argument
Was all my fault
I dumped asphalt
On the sandy beach
You provided
For our sweet retreat
You retrieved
My roughness
And smoothed
The edgy conversation
Tamed my
Toughness
And soothed
The painful consternation
You could
Ease the temperament
And impatience
Of anger management patients
All the while
Showing
The peacefulness in his
War within
Finding righteousness
In his right to yell
You respect
His freedom of speech
But with each
Negative comment
You seek
To find
The positive content
In the layers beneath

You see the beauty
In the mess
Like an abstract painting
Made for the
Artistically elite
My poor sense
Of creativity
Is lifted
From your richness
I dropped
Destruction
But always
Pick it
Back up
Like bad habits

Rehabilitate me this
Last time
And I promise
I’ll never
Cast a shadow again
I’ll shine
In every way
I direct my attention

Hopefully
Its not too late
But knowing you
My lateness
Will be welcomed
Like a homecoming
You seldom
Look at my faults
And not find
Greatness

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...

Heart for rent!
This is more garage sale
Than outlet
Although expensive
This ***** is salvage
Salvation comes with a price tag
And a lot of baggage
But the energy
This heart provides
Will have you begging
To keep it
Forever
However,
This product is only
For rent
Different than others
Lent with intent
Of making future imprints
On others
Loaned to loners
Mourning mothers,
Missing fathers
Dead brothers
Widows, winos, weirdos and
Lust lovers
Uncover what's beneath
And know
The feeling is only temporary

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.

**** it,
Damage.
The small hole that lies
In all hearts
Is a larger part
Of my whole,
My arteries hold no
Holy blood, but
Ole faithful spurts
More life then ancient articles.
Art is Gold.
Not folded in papers.
Though, these zig-zags have
Had their fair share
Of wear and tear on my soul
My core
Is iron ore
I wore, and tore
The fabric of space
For us
To meet face to face
Fate
Has nothing to do with it
I only ate
The apple
To show the faults
Within me
With sin
I have nothing
Left
But what heaven sent
Right
Next to me.
Where window’s to a soul
Hold enough water
To feel a widows pain.
I see through you
Like sheen stockings
Worn
To hide
What you’re trying to show
On purpose
You’re perping
Like the drug
That deceives me
Into believing that I need it
Needless to say
I’ll take needles
Of your love to vein,
In vane of God’s name
As I search
For the rib
I lost in his name
Competing with
My empty heart
For completeness.

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.

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

Joseph Childress

I face
Worst case scenarios
On a day-to-day basis
I basically live it
Though stern and livid
Most of the time
I tend to get timid
Too much decision making
In tumultuous situations
Besides,
I’ve been waiting for a vacation
Tedious work becomes insidious
To the inside
After a while
And my wild imagination
Becomes destructive
If it doesn’t get to play.

By Joseph Childress

“Habeus corpus!!!”
Yelled in court
From some youngin’
In the back row
As he rose
With a roll of parchment
The constitution laid dead in his hold
.
A gleam seen in the judge’s eyes
As he glances, quickly
Behind glasses
While guards escort
The disrupter of courts
To the unknown
.

All hail the corpse of freedom!
Warranted from the lack of warnings
All hell: The corporate companies cooperating
In coup d’etats
Disguised as peace keepings
Offering the
Sacrificial kings of Africa
Offing the
Head of state
In a distasteful display of feardom

Fear dominates
The war on terrorism
Military minions pillage the dominions
Of the defenseless

The final blow
Screams
Like the Final Call
In the falling of an empire

Protesters test the unrest
And spread
Words
That are read
In the weaving of our future

Detention
Sit-ins for those who
Speak during class warfare

Constitutions re-written
To constitute illegal imprisonment
Of free
Speakers,
Thinkers,
And believers

Citizens find it harder
To not pay attention
When the war in the Middle East
Is fought in America

Patriotic Acts to enact
Unpatriotic actions
That exact
Hate on the coward-less fraction
Surveillanced
As if ***-kissing will ever be in option

They’re warning us
To stay sleep with the rest
Those who awake
Will meet a force
Worse
Than the crusades
As they raid the houses
Of our brothers, sisters, and
Controversial, conspiracy contriving cousins

They will come
Like thieves in the night
To undue
The debt due to society

The battle begins,
And the Martyrs are ready.

Two souls staring at each other, through the eyes of lovers.
Hearts beating in unison to a beat familiar to one another.
Minds get lost daydreaming of what the future beholds.
Holding hands, with locked fingers tightly never letting go,
Perfection as affection is shown the way it’s expected.
It’s still so unexpected the way your heart’s affected.
Your heart skips a beat, at that moment you lose breath,
You see a lifetime in each other’s arms,
And an eternity after death.
Assurance in the minute you noticed each other’s existence.
This feeling, this beauty,
This Love
Was instant.

Invisible souls, nobody knows you exist and are whole,
Disregarded from the minds of those closed,
Only the confines of the open ones know
Of your existence.
They don’t know of your presence.
Your body is evanescent.
They can’t picture the beautiful essence
Inside the body a sinful adolescent,
A reckless, negligent child filled with aggression.
Victim to recklessness, negligence and oppression,
But nonetheless mortal.
For those who don’t know,
Mortality doesn’t always know morality,
Even those with perfected morals are often exposed
To imperfection for only perfection can be expected
From a soul that’s no longer infected
With this disease called sin.
So in actuality, you must recognize
And revert back to reality.
Stop the facilities practicing on fatalities,
The institutions unable to uplift individuals
Who have lost all hope and are often called criminals,
Because in the public’s eye their soul has become invisible.

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.

By Joseph Childress

I remember when…
I remember, I remember
When I lost my mind….
There was so pleasant about your face
I let all my emotions go,
And gave you space….

When you were out there, without care
I was out of touch,
Not because I didn’t know enough Jaz,
I just knew too much.

But does it make me Crazy!!?!!
If not,
Deny it in front of the doctors
Who document the details
Of my insanity.
Granted that your vanity
Is understood
I forgot my understanding
Beauty is in the eyes of all
That behold you
How could I forget?
I forged the signature smile
You talk so often about
So you’d be happy for me
But how?
So selflessly you loved my selfishness needs….

Now We,
Becomes a testament of what
Once was
Once upon a time
A princess met
A soon to be king
Whose arrogant rant’s
Arose at the time he forgot
His ring

Now you and I
Are forced
To separate like divorce
Devoid
Of the love
That once filled that empty void

Whose to know
Of what’s to come?
Maybe
In may we can spring from these
Cold feelings
And blossom like a Jasmine
And turn has-beens
Into have-nows
And complete the vows
We started under covers
Like our first words
We said to each other

Diamonds are forever
But
If I die with out your three letters
Let this
Letter
Be the last
“I do” is all I ever want from you
And all I have in return
Is “I do too.”

The female stripper
Version
Of Jack the ripper
Jill the killer
Done wrong
Lookingto cause worse
Dimples
In her cheeks
Hard
To turn away
Her meek manner
Can make
The heart weak
Can change
Moods, methods
With a message
Scent
Of perfume
It’s familiarity
Fumes persons
Of any kind
Her voice
Can play like strings
Hoisting…
Soon to hang
Seduction suction
Can **** when
One doesn’t want it
Wanted
Therefore pulled
And handled
Like a pail
Up a hill
Failed
To be used
For its purpose
Shirtless, heartless
My hearts
Worthless
Because you were less
Of a woman
And became
My better half

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 root
Of ambition
Is ambivalent

There's no “one cause”
No one causes
A man
To make life decisions
In a day

It takes
Much more
For
A man to be successful
And real
With his inner-self
Accepting
The cards dealt
With the stamina
To play through
Exercising his will
With the feel
Lingering in every pore

Unsure
Of obstacles ahead
Headstrong
Through barricades
Bearing the bruises
Trampling
Over your own
Feet
Defeat
Seen in battle
But the war’s on

And the war zone
Isn’t limited
To a few
Years
Like ages 19-22
Whose to do
Worse
Who has more

Money
CARS
Clothes
And hoes

And whose vision
Is so small
To tack them
with success
All in all

And attack those
Who lack the
Wills
To move forward
And ignorantly
Attach it
With a phenomena
Of
Your unknowing

Root of ambition
Can spread
Like weeds

And weeds
Can **** ambition
Or spread
Like seeds

How many men
Dive
Head first under the influence
Or rise above
High
From the same drug

Barack Obama
Michael Phelps
William Shakespeare
Bill Clinton
Lebron James
Pablo Picasso
The Beatles
Jay-Z
Bob Marley
Conan O’Brien
Dr Francis Crick. (Nobel Prize Winner)
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Salvador Dali
Victor Hugo
Kareem Abdul-Jabar
Snoop Dogg
Dr. Dre
Stephen King

Just to name a few
Maybe
Just maybe
It has nothing to do
With success

Or you.

King of the lions
Roars for roast *****
Of course
Wants corpse
Of the worse
Wilderbeast
Feasts for fuel
To protect his pride
The love of game
Name’s his bride

Hunts
As the evader of horns
With
The stealth of a cat
And
The strength of a bull

Fighting the pull of gravity
At every chance

Bountiful leaps
With
Bounties on head
Headstrong
Beyond boundaries
The founding
Of land

Faults
Full surface
Still proud
Loud
As the rock
That protrudes
As a cliff

Men hang
When they try
To lift
Their spirits
As high
As his
But fall
Under the expectations

Even if you cut off my lips so I couldn’t spit,
Nipped off my finger tips to prevent the script,
Ripped off my tongue to stop the words,
I’d just hum the most lethal song you ever heard.

Make everyone victim to melodies and rhythm,
Play with people feelings,
Have ’em crash off a course,
Emotionally driven.

To not hear my evil, you must sear your ears,
Music so dark, it leaves you blind with fear.
Scream all alone, until to your voice is gone,
Defeated still by a man who can **** with his song.

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?

Love affairs
Seem fair
To those
In despair
This pair
Of cheaters
Single-handedly
Broke the vows
Of divine law
Runaway bride
Rides
In a getaway car
With
A stolen groom
Driving
Up hell’s rode
Laughing loudly
Menacing
Thought to be missing
By the abandoned
Lovers
Undercover haters
Of commitment
Committing
Their first ******
Further destruction
Of the sanctity
Of marriage
Has yet to come
But will
Once the wheels
Slow
At their final destination
A place
Where foul
Actions
Will be enacted
Loud enough
For all to hear
Mr. and Mrs.
Turned
Mister and Misses
Mistresses misled
By the aisle
In which they walk
To positions
They would rather not
Say I do
But
The diamond ring
Pops the question
A girl’s best friend
Is not a man
And man’s
Is his dog
A *****
With intent
To dissent from real love
As she ***** him
On the altar

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 don’t believe in love at first sight,
But I believe that at the sight of your first love,
It can ignite feelings that they are the love of your life.
But because at first glance, it enhanced your feelings,
Putting you in a trance, it killed your real chance
To have what you so dearly wanted.
You pranced, jumping way too soon,
Making a move before the clock stroke noon,
Not knowing that your prince charming
Could care less if you lived life by the broom.
Regardless of the fact that others seem richer,
When you make haste
He'll return to your place with the glass slipper.
At first sight
You weren’t much a beauty to behold,
Not because you didn’t look amusing, no.
It just took time to recognize
There was more beauty enclosed,
Shown through your mind and soul,
And only time would let it show.
Not even your eyes could notice this beauty,
Only the mind could know.
So even if a man was blind in time he would know,
That you were beautiful.

Through the gardens
Head over heels
Over and ahead hills
Time met a forcefield...
"Love Metaphor's Field"
Shall we cross
The lines of the path
Pass pastures
The past matters
It's the path to the present
Pleasance
Now
Is the time
To take the future
A few Daisies at a time
Thier radiance
So similar to the sun
But Sunflowers disagree
To the utmost degree
And they still wave
Peace
The Rose says
Romance is beauty
In the eyes that behold her
Forgetmenot's
Are unforgiving
To those who don't...
Memories
Remind us
Of the pasts importance
And we move foward
Through assortments of bouquets
New day
Others aren't as please
The violets hide under trees
And shade thier purple face
And sing the blues
No jolly
Oh
Holly ornaments
Hang accross vines
And intertwine tight as twine
Or a kiss...
Tulips under the mistletoe
Such bliss

As free as insects
The Beatles
Eat the ripe fruit of life
We share
No one cares
There's
Strawberry Fields Forever
Sweet scents
As we swing
Life has been like a Jasmine
Imitating that yellow sun
And it's will
While we walk without haste
Through Love Metaphor's Feild

Love is a tough safe to crack,
But if you come prepared, with your instructions packed,
Brought the right equipment and your mind is intact,
You can open it with ease,
And receive the treasure that’s trapped.
Still there are people, too eager for waiting,
Anxiously cracking the safe
With the hammer of impatience.
But what you’ll end up breaking
Is not only the safe
Destroying all the treasures enclosed,
But also your back,
From swinging the hammer too far back.
Now in the back of your mind,
You’re ****** because you shattered your spine.
You can only sit, thinking of the bliss
You could have had if you just took your time.
Paralyzed from the neck down, and you can believe it,
Jeopardized your love life just from swinging
That **** hammer of impatience
Which made you Love’s paraplegic.

Uncontrolled temptations
Can destroy relations
All for the love of love
The desire for more
Seduction is a tool
To make tools
Of vessels of truth
Pairs
Married together
Marred, scarred, and discarded
For one night only
One becomes two
And the two become lost
The trinity
Of a true relation
Is man, woman and the spirit
The spirit chosen
Can be angel or demon
Angels create
True creations
Demons use lust
To connect the unwanted
Matches
Igniting
The fumes of anger
And angst
That we all face
When with
Our significant others

And she said…

I luv you,
?
Where’s the

O-v-e-

R
we truly
Over?

Or just yet
To begin?

Well, *** u

It’s convenient
To shorten words
To speed the converse
But love
Should be handled
With delicacy
You’re lack of concern
Brought
“I luv u 2”
In return
You’re more mathematical
Than poetical
And I accept our difference
But your indifference
Once I brought it
To your attention
Is well worth
The “*** you” aforementioned

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

Satan, why is everyone so scared of him?
Lets knock on his door with a thousand cherubim,
And if it’s not enough come back with a garrison,
Of the highest class of angels, some six winged seraphim.

When the battle is raging on,
The demons will start to groan,
When their King is stripped from his throne,
And beat until the white meat is shown,
So we can see his flesh and bones.

Only then we will celebrate our victory,
When the enemy is history.
You see, Violence is the key,
The Devil’s death is meant to be.
It won’t mean spit to me,
The pain and all it brings,
To a being less than me.

I guess this means,
If the torture was switched to me.
Then it won’t mean spit to thee,
A being more than me.

While he’s so busy deploring me,
Instead of looking for more to see
There’s much more to me,
Than a sinning human being.

But since the God I love,
Promised me a place above
My shoulders I have to shrug,
**** the other thugs,
Give ‘em war, not love.

Night falls 'round 3pm nowadays
A yellow moon, cockadoos!
Yelling through the blinds
Singing a tune
For a midnight shifts tillings
Yesterday is still today
And it's tomorrow already

I try to pretend we're different
But in the end
We're all the same

Who am I to change
Then claim evolution
For myself
And I
My selfish eyes
Saw two more
In the mirror
Foresight
Like glasses
To help focus
Reflections
Can change over time
Like
When puddles run dry
Or ponds turn drought
I hope
With the heart of a thousand soldiers
These tears
Will last long enough
For me to remember
The pain
I usually sleep through the rain
So summer thunders
Under sunlight and lightning
Are often forgotten
Half-experienced
Like a half-hearted attempt
At commitment
Resented
As the public at large
Resends there sentiment
Only to be denied
At the front door

The courage
It takes
To approach the front porch
Of recluse
And extend in invitation
Should be enough
To impress me
However,
Returning to society
Is a leap of faith
That even bravery
Can't help me take

I try to pretend we're different
But in the end
We're all the same

Who am I to change
Then claim evolution
For myself
And I
My selfish eyes
Saw two more
In the mirror
Foresight
Like glasses
To help focus
Reflections
Can change over time
Like
When puddles run dry
Or ponds turn drought
I hope
With the heart of a thousand soldiers
These tears
Will last long enough
For me to remember
The pain
I usually sleep through the rain
So summer thunders
Under sunlight and lightning
Are often forgotten
Half-experienced
Like a half-hearted attempt
At commitment
Resented
As the public at large
Resends there sentiment
Only to be denied
At the front door

The courage
It takes
To approach the front porch
Of recluse
And extend in invitation
Should be enough
To impress me
However,
Returning to society
Is a leap of faith
That even bravery
Can't help me take

Memento Mori
The Momentum
Builds
Before I make
My last stop
The brakes screech
As I try to prevent
This
Moment of descent
It's
Tragic that this happened
All at once
Once upon a time
Rarely ends
Happily ever after
Especially
When your not ready
For what’s after
The happiness
Once in time

Memento Mori
Remember this story
Of how a boy
Became a man
Who couldn't backtrack
From this dead end
The tomb stone
Pops up
At the end
Of this book of life
It becomes
The Book of the Dead
A curse
After the gift
Accursed
After this present
Moment of Content
Clarity
Is a rarity
While alive
Why
Does the picture
Become clear
Once we're
About to die

Memento Mori
Moments in mourning
Where's the morning
Out of reach
In the dawn
Of bad news
And breaks
The moon breaks the day
The Up rise
Of the final sunset
Upset
The sunrise
This morning
Was just a warning
To remember
I must die

Warfare isn’t always a fair war.
Welfare says the best fare well.
It’s all fair play but do they really play fair?

But whether rough or fairways,
Through strife you still play
To make yourself whole in one.

Midnight Treat
A campfire
Dies
Before the scouts
Are ready to leave
They hide
In their tents
As wolves surround
Their false sense
Of security
…quiet
Or there tear through
Everything
That stands
In the way of their feast
We are
But
A bite to eat
Compared
To the meat
Of a bear
But the sweat
From our fear
Will make us
Quite the midnight treat