#mutilate - Hello Poetry

To mutilate a body of work and play on To justify the night from day, Tray bomb When ink on court paper dismay When blocks are heavy more than cities and hoods Having pens and fingers crossed unlucky would be Having plenty of sense yields no change know nothing These are the feels of blacks on reels best trip found on wheels of steel boys in hoods dream of get a ways but stuck in rent trap just around the way old whips spinning in place feudal fictions with chrome face but they spin in place mine expired on the shelf others capped in plastic gone without a trace and souls never get laced wanna speak up but the protest gets maced wanna be out and about but the fear has clout taken root like gout and tyranny's history can't be erased We palpate emotions and scatter when lit scared of the shadows cus(s) it reminds of the gallows we don't **** each other for hate but the fear of fake fellows when wedged against one another friendly fire is common want the hole truth ask a woman about **** and her worth to her mate easily forgotten or a conditioner well set in the follicles of cells that have scheduled themselves does she have to remember or is she trying to forget it's not irrational when the actual is soul grim not one goddess in my life has been free from man's sin So why would you ask me to fore grin the future for-a-shadowed past? Those fair weathered sentiments won't equalize the rash, the cash, the inevitable failing that you will consider surprise but everytime I tune I-n-turn-all-bleedin; so eyes Caulderize in glass and I rehash pipedreams about what it means to be flesh and bleed to death until dues US part of a hole Whispe ring smoke shaped squares that paint bland pastel No thin g(s) over the future over the graffiti gravel walls artistic truth strewn loudly in rainbow-essencent font wormholes to the past the truths written outside of the lines like my thoughts residing before and after their time But I will not be blotted out I will not be a second page story I will not be his story I will be beautiful I will be bold I will bow as I will my will into arches like A rainbow you've seen one before but Why not once more A candle cut and relit You've Seen one before but Why not once more A levy split wide then mended You've seen one before but Why not once more An invisible line to demarc yet removed You've seen one before but Why not once more A Justice Deferred to a Justice Realized You've Seen one before but Why not see One More The 4 car pile up You've seen one before but Why not once More My Dreams have Dreams and my deeds have means I'd mute or late the alpha; Bet! com mem or ate via Con temp late buy weigh a lack-lust-or-love core tessy of for est ries dove s held high above a symbol to shove mine waves in current streams d v us meme S eth ni city Make Like Kings and drop beats down sewer swings where rats tap time on the crumbs of earthlings Shiva grant me Wings So I maybe shot out the sky by pole lease hap slings but Fire Works with ease Pop Flare Beware FREEZE don't stare You There Whoop and Hollar with yo hands in the air! My dance is broken english To Mute or late my body of work is fore play better read weep to soak up my oil of a lay scramble Hamlets in four ways door ways work both ways and mine is a carol cell of more rays sung from sunrise to where devils dwell Jorge No bullet will silence my pathway Just incite celebration reincarnation for a birthday; I learned that one from MLK

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Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

To mutilate a body (My Dreams have Dreams)

To mutilate a body of work and play on To justify the night from day, Tray bomb When ink on court paper dismay When blocks are heavy more than cities and hoods Having pens and fingers crossed unlucky would be Having plenty of sense yields no change know nothing These are the feels of blacks on reels best trip found on wheels of steel boys in hoods dream of get a ways but stuck in rent trap just around the way old whips spinning in place feudal fictions with chrome face but they spin in place mine expired on the shelf others capped in plastic gone without a trace and souls never get laced wanna speak up but the protest gets maced wanna be out and about but the fear has clout taken root like gout and tyranny's history can't be erased We palpate emotions and scatter when lit scared of the shadows cus(s) it reminds of the gallows we don't **** each other for hate but the fear of fake fellows when wedged against one another friendly fire is common want the hole truth ask a woman about **** and her worth to her mate easily forgotten or a conditioner well set in the follicles of cells that have scheduled themselves does she have to remember or is she trying to forget it's not irrational when the actual is soul grim not one goddess in my life has been free from man's sin So why would you ask me to fore grin the future for-a-shadowed past? Those fair weathered sentiments won't equalize the rash, the cash, the inevitable failing that you will consider surprise but everytime I tune I-n-turn-all-bleedin; so eyes Caulderize in glass and I rehash pipedreams about what it means to be flesh and bleed to death until dues US part of a hole Whispe ring smoke shaped squares that paint bland pastel No thin g(s) over the future over the graffiti gravel walls artistic truth strewn loudly in rainbow-essencent font wormholes to the past the truths written outside of the lines like my thoughts residing before and after their time But I will not be blotted out I will not be a second page story I will not be his story I will be beautiful I will be bold I will bow as I will my will into arches like A rainbow you've seen one before but Why not once more A candle cut and relit You've Seen one before but Why not once more A levy split wide then mended You've seen one before but Why not once more An invisible line to demarc yet removed You've seen one before but Why not once more A Justice Deferred to a Justice Realized You've Seen one before but Why not see One More The 4 car pile up You've seen one before but Why not once More My Dreams have Dreams and my deeds have means I'd mute or late the alpha; Bet! com mem or ate via Con temp late buy weigh a lack-lust-or-love core tessy of for est ries dove s held high above a symbol to shove mine waves in current streams d v us meme S eth ni city Make Like Kings and drop beats down sewer swings where rats tap time on the crumbs of earthlings Shiva grant me Wings So I maybe shot out the sky by pole lease hap slings but Fire Works with ease Pop Flare Beware FREEZE don't stare You There Whoop and Hollar with yo hands in the air! My dance is broken english To Mute or late my body of work is fore play better read weep to soak up my oil of a lay scramble Hamlets in four ways door ways work both ways and mine is a carol cell of more rays sung from sunrise to where devils dwell Jorge No bullet will silence my pathway Just incite celebration reincarnation for a birthday; I learned that one from MLK

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Masking the noise from the Hells below, leaving me a new chapter to unfold well my heart is crashing against my window pain deadly weapons used to mutilate down for my bloodshot eyes it rains in my distorted reality my soul raises up and down rapidly my future races around the room pasting through are deadly thoughts and fumes of distorted people in animal costumes I scream out for help but not a woman nor man can hear no longer I can't bear the mutilated people I see and hear I would ignore but they always reappear right beside me in my ear my "friends" fluctuate like a hologram they come swing like wrecking ***** using ancient methods to destroy all

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC

IsabellaRose

The Hell Below

Masking the noise from the Hells below, leaving me a new chapter to unfold well my heart is crashing against my window pain deadly weapons used to mutilate down for my bloodshot eyes it rains in my distorted reality my soul raises up and down rapidly my future races around the room pasting through are deadly thoughts and fumes of distorted people in animal costumes I scream out for help but not a woman nor man can hear no longer I can't bear the mutilated people I see and hear I would ignore but they always reappear right beside me in my ear my "friends" fluctuate like a hologram they come swing like wrecking ***** using ancient methods to destroy all

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I may look weak. I may look pathetic. And I may look gullible. But if you insult me, My friends, Or even my family. I'm not afraid to mutilate you. I may go to hell for my indecency. But get this; If I go to hell, I'm dragging you with me.

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC

suicidal-twitch

To Hell We Go

I may look weak. I may look pathetic. And I may look gullible. But if you insult me, My friends, Or even my family. I'm not afraid to mutilate you. I may go to hell for my indecency. But get this; If I go to hell, I'm dragging you with me.

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I searched for your name At the end of a bottle But found mutilated skin And shards in a pile.

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC

lX0st

Maimed

I searched for your name At the end of a bottle But found mutilated skin And shards in a pile.

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There is naught but cold as the days grow old and our faces become lined but our expressions stay bold; there is nothing but hate where once love did accumulate and our hearts, now stone, are weary as we mutilate; there is not but death in the place of mirth, where life once thrived: we dare not take a breath. And now maligned, alone, we live contrived.

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC

jay-ash

Solus

There is naught but cold as the days grow old and our faces become lined but our expressions stay bold; there is nothing but hate where once love did accumulate and our hearts, now stone, are weary as we mutilate; there is not but death in the place of mirth, where life once thrived: we dare not take a breath. And now maligned, alone, we live contrived.

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