"innovator" poems
Silly, silly, silly me.
To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?
Silly, silly, silly me.
You can't be free, and that's just it,
All you are is 'somebody.'
Some-body.
"Some body."
But that's not true!
Look at Trostky and Lenin,
Michael Myers and Lennon,
The other Lennon.
It's hard to differentiate in name and legacy,
Because both Lennon's were revolutionaries,
Marching around like the freshman from heaven.
But neither believed they were the result of divine intervention in the affairs of man,
Because this convention would threaten their worldview and beckon away their sanity...
In the same way that the Pope or ****** let their divine vanity commit greater blasphemy and bring them future agony.
Now neither Lennon nor Lenin came anywhere close to being men from Galilee,
In fact they were more the men of the galaxy,
Or at least, John was, with his peach fuzz beard and his belief that love is greater than fear.
The other Lenin implemented the New Economic Policy, to starve the proletariat and start his revolution on an already hypocritical trend that would continue quite the same until the very end.
And it proves something, does it not?
Violence sends a message to no one but the instigator,
Changing them to justify, and claim is wasn't misbehavior;
But that's a lie, no idea of mine is worth the death of a human mind,
And to pretend otherwise makes one delude themselves that they aren't an instigator, but an illustrator,
Painting in the blood as if ****** makes an innovator.
And for ****** there is no vindicator,
Violence is an image breaker,
Indulged in by poor imitators who think they're right, and the world is wrong.
Unaware this makes them weak, not strong.
Now John Lennon was the true revolutionary;
Although he succumbed to violence, he veered away from it, even when it was necessary.
He fought the war, and yes, the war did win,
But at least he didn't cover his scars with artificial skin,
Or deny his implicit wrongs as a result of all original sin.
John Lennon used the word 'nigger' to the opposite effect.
He used the word to trigger something bigger and correct,
The wrong that seemed so propagated by the last colonial tide,
Of which the other Lenin defected and took colonialism's side.
John Lennon was Utopian and told us of a better world;
He interjected definition, and caused old thoughts to curl away in fright,
And bite the dust despite their might and past dominion of industrialism,
It was a schism, and it still plagues us to this day.
John Lennon understood we over-complicate way
To
Often.
Silly, silly, silly me.
To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?
Silly, silly, silly me.
You can't be free, and that's just it,
All you are is 'somebody.'
Some-body.
"Some body."
"Some body" is something,
And some body can change the world.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
Quack Doctor
Fake Supervisor
Bogus Professor
Deceitful Color
Common Denominator.
Bomb Inventor
Rifle Creator
Device Innovator
Reigning Terror
Common Denominator.
Untruthful Suitor
Promiscuous Actor
Love Collector
Artificial Amour
Common Denominator.
Abusive Creditor
Illegal Investor
Unlawful Director
Greed Factor
Common Denominator.
Rogue Investigator
Friendly Assassinator
Double Conspirator
Backstab Traitor
Common Denominator.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
"What must we endure?"
Cried the naive child.
"When must we endure?"
Lamented the cynical adult.
"How must we endure?"
Worried the desperate parent.
"Why must we endure?"
Questioned the lazy innovator.
"Whom must we endure?"
Rallied by those who dodge the questions.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
(A Pharaoh Speaks.)
I said, "Why should a pyramid
Stand always dully on its base?
I'll change it! Let the top be hid,
The bottom take the apex-place!"
And as I bade they did.
The people flocked in, scores on scores,
To see it balance on its tip.
They praised me with the praise that bores,
My godlike mind on every lip.
-- Until it fell, of course.
And then they took my body out
From my crushed palace, mad with rage,
-- Well, half the town WAS wrecked, no doubt --
Their crazy anger to assuage
By dragging it about.
The end? Foul birds defile my skull.
The new king's praises fill the land.
He clings to precept, simple, dull;
HIS pyramids on bases stand.
But -- Lord, how usual!
2k
Harry potter fear my magic
Cuz my wand disastrous
Even with my wand absent
Im a prince of magic
My name is aladdin
I send spells to princess jasmine
In her dreams
Until she meets her King
Abra kadabra alakazam
Shazam
Even Kazam
Knows who i am
I write with my wand
In my palm is magic that i dawn
Inside the spawn
Of the creator
Its alot of sparks in my charm
An innovator
That charms
Wicked witches
Son of Sabrina you might kno who Sabrina The Witch is
Even wiccans
Know im wicked
When my wrath is driven
I should create an religion
For magicians
Cause magic i envision
Is beautiful when i present it
Tricks is timid
Against the nemesis
of all wizards
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Faces are recreated on a piece of paper,
Words copied from my mind and saved for later.
Cause the windows of my mind are my eyes,
And the view is not something I've improvised.
I'm just enjoying being a passenger with such potential,
Getting inspired by the events even if not sequential.
And in turn art is a part of me, woven so beautifully,
That I use the colors of Twilight, waves and trees.
I'm trying to savor the universe so that it never runs out,
I've turned its essence into more shades of pastels than I can count.
I've written its stories in the memories of timeless books,
So diverse and enchanting, some I never understood.
I'm in love everyday, but I'm also forlorn too,
I cry my sorrows to the sun as it dives into the blue.
I'm so small, I'm so inferior to the creator,
But as long as I'm alive, everyday I'm an innovator.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
Last night too came the demon
My sleeping face he held on stare
Pierced eyelids and had me thrown
To the darkest abyss of nightmare!
He enjoys the way I shrink
As he cruelly muddles my dream
Makes a quicksand for me to sink
Claps in glee at my woeful scream!
He turns turbulent the serenest beach
Rides me up the scariest cliff
His stretched hands always out of reach
The master that he is at mischief!
The demon frequents my nights of late
Himself going sleepless for the fun
Innovating new terrors ‘neath blanket
Conjuring fears where there’s none!
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
Maybe someday
My lies will become truths
The future awaits
Take me and my blatant misconceptions
I wander searching
Acceptance, forgiveness, praise, simplicity
Why don’t I run
an orphan of society I wish
Streetlight glow and slushed faces
of hope, epicenter of wonder
Tell me.
I can only hope of genuine freedom
I am no maker, no progressive
Innovator by fault
Feel me
Catch me and carry my faults
Heavy and persistent
I don't ever want to leave
Tomorrow is a threat.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Never cease to be an innovator
be a better thinker and good creator
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
His craft is unique.
Unable to be recreated.
An innovator,
A creator.
His hand a machine,
Wielding various tools,
A paintbrush,
A pencil,
A pen.
He befalls to beauty,
Triumph,
And pain,
Embodying each to create.
Every canvas marked by his emotions,
His visions,
His ideas and mastery.
He lives, breathes his work.
Each day adding to his ingenuity.
He will not give up,
Till the world hears his cry,
Till the world can see his vision.
He embodies what society needs,
And creates for his audience.
A masterful dance,
That he accomplishes with grace.
He makes his mark with passion.
A skill unlike any other.
He was born for this.
It seeps through his blood,
And guides his life.
He is an artist.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Heard the moon from under a blanket.
Wrapped in silk she rapps on my window,
begging in the most patient manner - to be let in.
Hello my lovely Margret.
How I'd like to sink my teeth into her tonight.
Should we have a smoke?
She trembles in her luminous shimmer.
Takes my hands - Margret you devil.
Never an audible urge,
but an ethereal curtain becomes us
and I hear the cry - dance with me, she says.
Not tonight Margret, we must behave ourselves.
God she's a different kind of tempting.
I really should kick this nasty habit, I know.
She snakes those legs around my middle.
She's no pioneer - not a ****** innovator,
Just a crutch, but a beautiful one at that.
Will you stop it, I said not tonight.
Dims a bit, start fearing I've been to rough - but she's back.
Just a passing cloud.
Eager as ever, tonight, to bathe me in radiance.
Dance with me, she cries - and I falter.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
It's ******* 3 in the ****** morning,
a twisted mind trying to write,
the most flawed paper known to man.
While the well established sleep,
so somberly on their egyptian silk sheets.
I want to rip these sleeper's vocal chords out,
so that in the morning,
only my voice will be heard.
In this perfect ******* paper,
with it's perfect ******* footnotes
and its not so perfect creator,
hopped up on caffeine,
ready to be the perfect ******* innovator,
of another person's ****** ideas.
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
I ain't a friend, I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
My carriage
is made of wood
My horses are drawn and quartered
I will cater to your fastidious command
I'm not doing anything suspicious
because
I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid of a fool;
I am an innovator)
This back
will never carry the weight
I will always lose my place
I'll never be late
Did I mention that is one nice sword?
Can I see it for a second?
I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid I'm a foe)
I am sick
after lunchtime wine
If I encounter the divine
I promise to challenge
I would never lie to you
because
I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid of a fool;
I am am an innovator)
I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Many hiding behind a mask
lost and end up last
Many lost in the past
Cover up pain in a cast
React to the world as the rest
Many complain and never act
Never raise the hand to ask
Following then sit at the desk
Following then doing a task
Now it's time to fight the past
Present the present with facts
That you ain't lost in the tabs
Never running on the tracks
But living life in the trail
Living life to prevail
Unlike many living behind the veil
After failure, they stay derailed
I stay capable because I am the
King, ace innovator and creator
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
The smell of terpentine permeates my favourite blouse
The glow of candle light flickers in my windows
The absent minded stains of ink splattered through out my house
The cool, soft clay feels like silk between my fingers
There is a chisel hanging from a nail in my wall
There is blueprint spread out on a table in front of me
My eyes are canvassing everything, anything, all
There is a colour and flavour in everything I see
There is a word tattooed on my forehead, innovator
I can't help but find a way to reinvent the old and invent the new
What more beautiful a worship to offer the creator
Than to create with the gifts he has given you
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
like writing i like writing like i like
cupping
a tranquil fever
my electric quill travels
skin piercing inky talking sudden innovator
so how i'm gonna go
in the first house unlit burning rupture
and gasping with quipping death
i'll ravish nouns
and verbs
nouning
the verb
of bulbous empty cotton
i call my head
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
I’ve opened up
to the possibility
of being
of being something different
of being something new
of being something nobody
thought I could be
of being something beyond
recognition
of being something beautiful
of being something wonderful
of being something I am proud of
for once
of being something above
what I was before
I dream of this
I wish of this
I know of this
I act on this
I dream to be a singer
of unimagined tunes
I dream to be a winner
of contests unknown
I dream to be a leader
of people without
the ability to move
forward
I dream to be a teacher
of unspoken things
I dream to be a successor
of every free-
thinker and
innovator
I dream to be an original
in a world bent
on unoriginality
I want.
I will.
be.
all of this.
every last bit.
I will be.
I will be.
I am being,
all of this.
all of
it.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 3:43 PM UTC
Started out doubtful,
Lost at sea like my boy fievel,
Partying every night yet I was spiteful,
Mouth full of things yet was not thankful.
Always wanting more,
Yeah I was a carnivore,
Was so rich yet so poor.
Had everything yet was empty to the core.
Smiles as phony as some real fake doors.
Hoping one day I would be on the Forbes.
For I yearned for the illusion of grandeur.
For I was tired,
Tired of being barred,
Barred from what society deemed popular,
But popularity only has so much allure,
It certainly is not a cure.
In fact I would say it’s more of a cancer.
That becomes as obsolete as a blockbuster.
And I can no longer be an actor.
Faking smiles and shaking hands with gators.
Or Catering to dictators,
For I’m an innovator,
A lyrical operator.
And a educator,
That spits lyrics with high energy like a particle accelerator.
Yeah I am unlike the rest of yawl common denominators.
U gotta understand,
Ain’t no way to truly comprehend,
What it is like to come from nothing,
And make it into something.
Yet still remembering,
Where one came from.
When one barely had any income.
Gotta stay humble man,
Because tomorrow it could all disappear fam.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
The opportunist, the smart, the investor, the innovator.
They improve the world, they change the world.
Together we make it happen, we build the world.
Who is the opportunist, who is the smart, who is the investor?
Who is the opportunist, who is the smart, who is the innovator?
The one with payments complying with the standard of the world?
The one who is making money or building the world?
Citizens of the future world, my name is The Senior.
Let’s me take my glasses off, and explain the difference;
They all utilize an opportunity called opportunist. we need to understand them.
Some utilize it for our best and some for our worst, I am the senior.
Some deal with the maker and some deal with the devil that is the difference.
God can not duplicate, ours is to help them while we find out who is behind them.
Written by: The Senior 14/09/2019
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 2:20 AM UTC
Diamond-studded, velvet black,
skies invite eyes to search
to wonder at the planets' track
angels on their perch
Endless their revolution
no false step or fall
perfection in execution
Of their Master's call
the stars on high stand forever
testimony to their Creator
the amicable Restaurateur,
Inventor, Innovator
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sometimes, the most beautiful pieces of art,
come from the most damaged and broken
people, isolation in solitude, original persona,
innovator of thought. They’re exiled in social
circles, frowned upon by family, ignored by
most. Dare to be themselves, dared to create
art.
(knowledge variable)
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
To lead, inspire, an aura, an artful like soul, hypnotising. with charisma, speech painting golden moments into others skulls, love, restraint, an economic innovator who leads by example. Creating futures so pure, with might that'll endure, the power does conquer.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC