"causeing" poems
There's a man with no face
amongst an empire of apes
that spill blood like fine wine
made of concord grapes
I carry the worlds weight
with enemies pursuein
but the king of the jungle
won't stop til I'm ruined
Now you can call this my sedition with semantics
or satanics toward the nation
but let me advocate this adverse scope.
And holla at my brothers who's down
and salvage hope.
we neglect our abilities
to comence to be
masters of our destiny
we choose to stay tantalllized by the streets
get lock up stay wishin we was free.
Ballisitics takin' away all our family
these anomalies
got us lookin stupid
forgetting we're not aboriginies
of this land oh man
we can never bow to the man
Choosin to bang
instead of abstain
from this
belligerant babble
the system rattles your cage
with rage
we anhiliate
assimilate
the emotions it produces
abstract thinkin causeing back lash
abysmal thoughts of how to get that fast cash
when cats dash past
we take everything
even all their back stash
but we tend to abnegate
the zenith
to which we are
entitled
archaic ways are the axiom
so we need to absorb this alchemy
and abandom them
alliviate
this absentmindedness
and abtruse forces as our accomplices
There's a man with no face
amongst an empire of apes
that spill blood like fine wine
made of concord grapes
I carry the worlds weight
with enemies pursuein
but the king of the jungle
won't stop til I'm ruined
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 3:54 PM UTC
Place the tips of your fingers against your throat and feel the rapidly increasing beat branding your skin. Trace where lips of her's once pressed softly against flesh and allow that forgotten message of unconditional love to seep in. Don't you yearn for it with upmost desire? Doesnt it burn like a rod which has been left in fire?
Then, when the boiling blood is cooled, and that rods been dipped in water causeing steam to rise. When the excitement ends with pain, and you remember how you forced from your mouth a goodbye. Remember that she will never be too far. On your neck lay her lips in the shape of a scar.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
Astro space dust peaking over the bows
Jesters prance across your belly causeing blindness
And practical giants pick your clothes for tonight.
Although we have danced together
Yesterdays lunch backs up our crusades.
The spiked pants have formed a crust
Around the water bed
Filled with the tears of your family.
Your halos burn in the fire of the ages
Scorching the carpet.
Liquor and wine fill the packs
A toast to life is a thirst quenching mission
Taking away our lust and bleaches our skin
Forgotten births spread across the floor
Covered in last nights brew.
The night bodies jangle around under the gauze
Bells toll in the distance but the breath drows it out.
Under the bridge, behind the stores,
In the Inns, out inside.
The physics are catestrophic in their own way.
Crys begin once the breathing stops and the men leave.
Today we are creatures but how did we get this way
Who was the one who came up with the idea?
Don't question yourself
The leopards can't chase you forever
Give yourself to the hunters
They starve another night.
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
The thought of you almost makes me cry ,knowing I might not ever see you again , the thought of loseing you to someone else , not knowing what is gonna happen in the future, going back to memories just to be happy because none are being made, holding you in my arms untill I fall asleep, kissing your sweet lips everytime I had the chance , just seeing your face puts a smile on my face, the thought of you driveing away for the last time ..... heart breaking, knowing you won't find better dosent help the situation of you in my thoughts, familys and school causeing us to be appart, my dreams leave me lonley in the mornings because you are gone, the thought of my first love drifting into the western sunset while I sit her on the darkside of the moon trying to find insperation to cross to the otherside is like a rough rollacoster ride, the thought of you makes me feel nanny differnt ways .....
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
the prophet said killing
one self .
doesn't give you nor no one
the keys to heaven.
it only put you in the abyss of hell.
as then prophet spoke.
because you cause terror.
in every child life.
by hurting one another people.
you don't bring joy
nor laughter.
to child life only fear
an tears as child
cry him self or her self
to sleep at night.
as then prophet said
my heart so sad.
my flower of life.
my people my family.
i teach of pureness
an wholeness for
one life.
gentle love of peace.
an shareing the love.
peace.
that what i'am about
love joy,an peace.
as then prophet said.
i preach of goodness .
in the heart of men an women.
a pure heart is true love of are god.
walk with peace in heart.
help poor an sick.
share the love peace.
help brother sister of the world.
this is a true heart of love.
as then said prophet
people causeing terror
in this world .
will go to the abyss
hell .
change way in life
my brother my sister
share the love of peace.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC
There in the black the beast's butchered body lays, slain.
Cooking over a bbq, fire fueled from propane.
Like roasting a pig over some large open flame.
It smoulders, and savory smells start to claim
Hungry hungry humans .
Theres a place people prefere to gather around
Where they take chances chasing checks into the ground
And the winners cheers are heard from way out of town
Lots of loosers loose, but theyll come back to that sound
Hungry hungry humans.
sitting in a bar, a ring wrapped round his finger
Here after a long fight with his wife, he lingers
His wife's call goes threw but he quiets the ringer
He's Seen some sitting chick, and grabs a drink to bring her.
Hungry Hungry Human
I write with wasted desires to have it all
But prides power pays by causeing me to fall
Onto my knees I shall go, where out comes a call
I beg for some knowledge like that given to paul
Hungry hungry humans
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
there comes a time when you have to let go no matter how much it hurts… sometimes you have to walk away from the pain thats causeing you to cry at night sometimes you have to learn the truth about people no matter what the truth may be there comes a time in life when you have to quit playing pretend and you have to face reality even though it hurts you have to realize who you are and whats the best choice for you i know it may hurt but you gotta learn that sometimes in life you dont always get the best and you have to settle for what you got there comes a time you have to focus on whats causing you pain and learning how to get away from it instead of continuing to let it hurt you no matter how bad it breaks your heart you gotta learn how to focus on getting where your going my dream when i was 6 isnt the same now that im 15 life isnt the same as it was when i was a little girl i thought i could handle anything i didnt know the truth know i do and sometimes the truth ***** but you have to learn how to keep your head up… and you gotta learn that its okay to cry. theres people in your life that sometimes theyll stay to wipe your tears away they’ll stay because they care but you have to get rid of the people that are making you cry everday you gotta walk away from the drama thats causing you heartache and hurt. no matter what happens in my future i know its going to be okay what ever may happen i know its going to be alright because at this point i can handle anything because look at where i am and what ive been through.. your supposed to lve your life how you want it not how other people want. because in the end its about what makes you happy. you gotta learn its not always pancakes and waffles sometimes its ****** i just hope in the end i make the right choice and whatever the future holds i hope i accomplish what i wanna accomplish because in the end i want to make a mark on this world so they know i was here at one point
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
It's amazing how much
A voice can influence your mood
It can come as kind as a dove
It can come ever so rude
It can break you down
Or make you crack a smile
It can force awful memories
Causeing tears to flow for a while
But you have to remember
Which voice is yours
And figure out which voice
Is your ultimate cure
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC