#fought
I have
Kept my faith and
Finished my journey with
Difficulties fought a good fight.
In life
What may come, I will bravely fight.
With courage, brevity
And take life so
Easy
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
I cry
Recently quite a lot
Some tears fall with no why
Most are no longer fought
Like rain from the sky
Weather wanted or not
Emotions flood the eye
The mind an impossible knot
Man card revoked, no reapply
I push through all for naught
Every try
A long shot...
But it's all I got
©2024
Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 11:26 AM UTC
I've fought a lot to get it out, tried to keep it out, but I can not
I scream and shout,
"WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT?"
Even post realization that it's all for nought
Had an ill advised, never properly revised, recurring thought
Form an in home gym enterprise to exercise demons on the spot
More issues to stack like russian dolls is all I ever got
Caught each slow kiiller by keepin' it in house to follow the origin plot
Scrip changes happen often regardless of what me, myself or I want
Zero red yarn supplied, can't attempt a connection with any new dot
I play my part in my story as the man forgiveness forgot
Both what I keep in and what spills out identified as the source of the rot
©2024
May 1, 2024
May 1, 2024 at 12:50 PM UTC
I got a *** to **** in but this **** in this ***
It's all I got
When confronted with that Eminem talk, that proverbial one shot
I gotta stop saying, "sure, why not?"
First of all, what a crock
Secondly, IT'S FUUCKING NOT!
Forgot a lot but never lost the plot
Though I find myself oblivious to subplots a lot
Flames are hot, can't say the left sink handles not
But the one with a label is not the one too hot too handle,
Lessons learned on the spot
Connecting lines, lost a dot
...gotta be a 'bot...
Fasten a sloppy slipknot, keep it taunt
Toss it up over the branch to swing from, now I have a forest to haunt
Awake or asleep, absorbing the same onslaught
What's fake, what's not?
Sunken eye socket, looking gaunt
Believe it or not, it's only ever been just an ink blot
Write my theory in ransom font
Look for the proof, there's a lot
Go one step further than you were taught
Always remember it could all be for not
That's why you'll find me on a canvas cot of rot to rot in the back corner of Salem's lot
A set with a pre dug spot for a later point in the plot
That is if I can survive the death scene in the pilot
AKA a nobody that not just somebody but everybody forgot
Only thing that sticks around are the demons I fought
Tell me, whatcha got?
©2024
Jan 6, 2024
Jan 6, 2024 at 2:36 PM UTC
Enjoy the mocking tick after tock from the clock as the hands race monotony just to land on a preoccupied spot, no over shot
Reality not taught, reason is a subplot, lost in translation was the caveat, what's the grand plan for this life span time forgot
Avoiding deaths cousin, the sandman, only shortened the journey to the grand finale at the bottom of a grave plot, a hateful fate fought
Thought I ought not move to avoid falling through the bottom of all rock bottoms due to the dry rot, a quicksand sandbox in back of Salems lot
Rescue or recovery a long shot, no one within earshot but there's an onslaught of inner dialogue piercing the void like the scream of a red hot teapot
As is common with the distraught I sought help from the cold embrace of a slipknot that grew taut through the progression of this thrown together plot of a should've been cancelled pilot
Don't ask me what I see in this blind study of an inkblot, any sanity you got would crumble if caught up in the web of nightmare fuel my own mind went ahead and brought
Forced to boycott my being, can't connect good story lines, lost a dot, popped a squat in a thousand watt recliner like a pre-programmed self destruct robot
Self-preservation an afterthought, miles out to sea before I realized I've not yet bought a yacht, treading water in a tough spot
Messed around and got so high I got caught in the sky like a drifting astronaut lost in space, tethered to a dead cosmonaut
A crackpot juggernaut of supreme disappointment, walk the walk and take a potshot at a what not to do mascot
Cross my i's and dot t's with the underutilized comic sans faunt that don't nobody want, awoken by the taunt of a witching hour haunt
"Fuuck the record and fuuck the people!" like you heard from Snot, you'll probably be hearing it from me a lot
Before I become a forget-me-not long forgot but go or stay, either way, still dangerous as a traveling blood clot
The good fight was not fought, this life was not sought, everyone seems to have it together, I'm the biggest have not on the block
Do with that what you will, I'm going on a long walk down a short dock with a giant rock in each sock
Then the plan is to mock god to his face and see the shock on his face as I say I could do better and see if I get the morning stars spot
I mean, why not? It's worth a shot
©2023
May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 6:45 PM UTC
the vagaries of
love push pull this troubled mind
to balance hard fought
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 5:58 PM UTC
you fought with good intentions
but for all the wrong reasons
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
invisible umbilical chord
ties me to you
feeds me love
even in your death
i inherited your fight
to make sense of the nonsense
you live in my rebellion
against the world
i’m bleeding out screams through
words on the paper
if I don’t make sense that’s because
death doesn’t either.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
I’ve fought myself before,
ready to win at all cost
I’ve already gone to war,
and I’ve already the war lost
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
I did not stop when I got hurt
I did not stop when defeated
I did not stop for a second
I never retreated
I fought with everything I had
because I knew what I fought for
I knew, not all battles
needed to be won to win the war.
So I fought and did not stop,
and finally, exhaust
the war ended
and I lost.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
Love was when she fought me
and we ended it by
hugging each other tightly.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
Sometimes, I feel so little.
I wonder, am I human?
Or just a machine?
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC
They call me a fighter,
But...
I'm tired of fighting.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
The bleached headers collect on this
sea of silence, words collecting memories
of names now wilted and silent.
But we remember these crests of white frozen on
the fields of shattered dreams, dormant reminders
that not all names are still spoken.
Nerveless there are still waves of regrets
and honour for fallen impressions.
Buried beneath the sea of green, our future granted.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
though I yam Caucasian,
tis rightful to honor that most bitter
racist genocidal crime
nonetheless ovation qua
quintessential significant contribution
vis a vis that doth litter
many anonymous multitudinous peoples
many unknown dark skinned souls
bravely fought as non quitter
with melanin so **** sitter
this asthma feeble attempt
made to mind of literate
parent, guardian or sitter
adorn aye rhythmically twitter
to **** Sapiens with Negroid color
who, despite being human *******
managed to adorn
worthy contributions to society,
though an American (though not so proud)
and civilization since time immemorial
hence, I wanna pay poetic homage to persons born
akin to diversity exemplifying gamut
analogous to Indian corn
debased brutally and forlorn
and raised in cornucopia horn
of plenty with rare serf tenderness
whipped by wicked task masters
from the crack of morn,
aye cannot fathom why
a great proportion of humanity
must struggle on scraps of subsistence
viz with fifty plus shades of chocolate
vile shamefully opprobrious sworn
vengeance toward those
via heroic efforts escaped,
manacled, tortured, et cetera history
as slaves an existence
until...pacified family dislocated
sans rent asunder, ripped and torn.
Once a proud family akin to Brady
bunch, now brutally, nasty
and short lived poorly destitute
(case in point) like Haiti -
once a nation extant with cultural finery
insidiously ***** "Lady"
lacerated odiously robbing
unique peoples as owners didst slay
practically naked "Primates"
encaged like wild animals in zoos
culturally robbed while
abhorrently marched in ones and twos
shredded souls without shoes
(analogous to persecuted Jews)
of singular ambition to break shackles
though tightly fused
to life as they chose.
this just one example of many peoples
UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
from enjoying the fruits of their labor.
January twelfth two thousand and ten
(original date this communique writ then
kept wedged where in no wise bore visual witness
vis a vis near annihilation and destruction
of African, Haitian, South American, et cetera nations
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of
building facades practically
demolishing every creation
since this island settled, which
indigenous tribes sought safety
in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation
from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water
in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg, especially
as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans
foisted forfeiture of land
with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake
such actions that rent asunder
culture beseeched god when
these brutish, nasty and (shortish) simians
to cease desecration
yet the peoples of this dominion rose
from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no mattered genetic pool underwent
white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
ah those coveted legal tender
upon emancipation proclamation cessation
to sell men, women and for x amount of bucks
akin to the soundcloud winged fowl clucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
yet within the very fiber of tropical
man grove persons patiently
lined up their ducks
and declared as one of the first
african american peoples
INDEPENDENCE to be the word
whence adulation, elation, inspiration
echoing across ramshackle greensward.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
You'll lose your battles if
you don't fight it.
Naturally.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
I think I hit the point in life where,
I'm just done.
I cried,
I fought,
I tried,
But everything is crashing down.
My demons are screaming louder,
Trying to eat away the rest of me.
And this time,
I'm not going to fight back.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
Tripping over rollercoasters
of rhymes,
I can't sleep;
I'd put my nose in your mind,
Lace my fingers through
the unpeeled layers I'd find,
But this time, I know
I've been caught; you've come
armed with hand cuffs;
I try to break free
but grow weaker as
I'm being fought.
- Anti
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
I'm sad
my friend
sad
you tried
we tried
we cried
you fought
we fought
for naught
craven creature
writhed
and won
I'm sorry
friend
so sorry
how can sun
be gone
yet birds sing
don't they see
can't they tell
it is but stars
an afterglow
all is naught
life has passed
your ailing breath
expired
from darkness sown
by drug cartels
intent
on breaking will
of *** plant babes
sourced for fame
stealthy greed
seduces most
millions sought
want you
and me
they're undeterred
their filly reach
a blinding hate
of freedom's rights
leave humans be
as infants wail
and white coats play
mere blinded dupes
pay dues required
in hallowed halls
and now you're
dead
yes, dead
not anywhere
you've left us
gone
from dirt to dirt
and ash to ash
and so it ends
somehow we must
decide to breathe
when you cannot
I hold you still
in memory's dream
my brother sweet
though in my arms
the grief burns
pure
writhe impotent
in essence true
we're nil
no flow of tears
will soothe you now
they've ceased
the dreaded C
has had its day
too bad
too bad
our useless words
rebound
a spinning wheel
pathetic croaks
on fade porch
perhaps if we...
I should have said...
why didn't I...
and so it goes
tortured mind
unwilling thrusts
accept the truth
grim reaper came
and now he's
gone
another love
will soon be
marked
why you dear friend
Lord, please
not you
the rivers dam
there are no streams
that be enough
remorse it screams
why not the swines
the great unwashed
why was it you
the good
- why
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
Wake up in the morning streatch and yawn
After last night I didn't think I'd see dawn
I fought my demons all night long
And with morning light nothing can go wrong
With half closed eye's I stumble out of bed
With sleep still heavy in my head
I sway my way to the coffee ***
A brand new day a brand new start
With no idea my world would be torn apart
My cat weaved himself between my legs
He's still there as I cook my eggs
All done cooking I turn and stumble
Right over my cute cat bundle
With hands full of coffe and breakfast
Slamming my head into the table was not expected
Who knew today would be the day
Who knew I'd die this way
I fought my demons all night long
Just to be done in with my cats purring song
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
I see the kind of people I've been seeing for a while
The ones who carry loneliness and hide it with a smile
If no one here wants to explain the tendencies we share
Then drivel on about the way we're barely even there
The point of all the thoughts we have is not to let them go
But rather find a way to share the little truth we know
Combine the commonalities and everything is clear
We all can be the kind of sun that never disappears
But if your day becomes the night reversed the other way
Then who will you be talking to when night becomes the day
Bereft of any meaning you could ever hope to find
There's nothing in the darkness that can edify your mind
So choose the things you want to say and learn what time has taught
The lesson here is how to fight the way you've never fought
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
A person who wants nothing never can be bought
A person who won't fight never can be fought
A person who doesn't lie never can be caught
A person who won't play the game never can be used
A person who dosen't cheat will always pay his dues
A persons who never thinks can never have any views
A person who dosen't care what you think will never leave you confused
A person who has nothing they will never lose
So never judge another until you step into his shoes
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC