"enforcements" poems
From the warmth of her womb
to a wooden coffin
the cloth of her **** laid lifeless
Gone to soon, gone too soon
The pain was more than she could bare
after losing her only son
to the rough street of Chicago
where the kingpin rules
and the prosecutes parade
the dark corridors in dark suits
It's a mother worse nightmare,
when the law enforcements,
is train to **** and asked question after.
In fear of their lives,
however, two wrongs,
cannot equal to right.
Our judicial system defenses team toss
them back to the mean street
with only criminals intents on their minds
another careless proceeding gone wrong.
so, here I am
back to the crime scene
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Though you've barely had a ramble
are no wayward canine daddy of note
that brief encounter in our brambles
has left the experts fearing a cancerous growth
So we starve you of your pine nuts and bacon rinds
so we can feed you anaesthetic
and betray you to the thief of time
only to make you, I imagine, feel pathetic
And you often so full of life's exasperate scurry
I worry
will the shine stray from your eyes
those hazel pools of so much of
my feeling mature, just for
pertaining to a creature's care
we all seem in too much of a hurry
to stifle what little spirit
that surrounds us
to wear
down on every minor aspect
of childish delight
in this silent sacrament
of the aging process
and with arguably years
of your fatherhood left
in the very ***** some dry eyed savant
decides it correct we should tamper with
Tomorrow I will snuggle you in favoured, bouncy eiderdowns
that will blanket your unknowing
and treat you as if
you were an eastering child
on cured hams and other saltiness
after you awaken
from those strangest enforcements of sleep
and through our eyes we will trade more secrets to keep
And we will hope, as we only can, that it was for the best
For you, Yorkshire's son, or Sheringham's
And consider with all of your
exhuming breath
That we meddled, stilling over life
To cheat a slightly delayed death.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
Since the age of fourteen
I felt like I was someone else,
Mom never got through me
I broke the lamp in half,
Satan was there I now know,
Mom even said I had he’s eyes,
Then the guitar broke It wasn’t much of a show,
Oh how the world is filled with lies,
I await for the day when the world dies,
Then drugs and alcohol stank into my mind,
I drove with him as fast as I can go,
And I hit a tree and left some traces behind,
I’m alive a miracle I should know,
Still his voice was there saying hello-hello,
And I painted his eye day to day,
With a few skulls in grey shades,
In his govern I was along his way,
Oh how my soul did slowly fade,
Then God came and showed me things,
The voices now lesser than ever before,
For his voice familiar I know what he brings,
But still his prism and his eye shines evermore,
For many blind man that breathes in ignorance,
Surely it is not a bliss but merely catching enforcements,
Oh how man drown in ambition,
Don’t they know that this world is transient?
Continue and die a fool,
You are but merely a master puppet’s tool,
Wake up man this world is not what you envision,
It is not long till the eye would breathe ,
The world would shake in its own collision,
There will come a day where all souls would leave.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 1:32 AM UTC
This armed America
the one they told us
would be a polite society
when all carry weapons
our cities
they've become killing fields
we as a people
have become the worst of all animals
officers taking lives
claiming they fear for their own
snipers now returning the favor
as they fear the police
it seems as the road towards that polite society
has become paved with the dead
merely bricks mortered in place
with their blood
will we see be fewer combatants
as the body count rises
or are the re-enforcements
on their way
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC