"kingsmen" poems
Well I've done many bad and many a good
I've seen the kingsmen stand around the throne
Thrown to his feet at my own retreat
Did King James do just for the Kings James sake
Fate brought me here for I spared the rod
Frankly I cared less than to let his dead body rot
But the smell of his corpse corroded my nose
Neglected his body it sat for weeks
So King James had called me to him so I may speak..
Told him a lie, a Lier I may be
But that only allowed him to use his Regal Authority
Now it looks like I'm on the regal run
Yes it seems I've deemed myself wrong
Gone from England, now under the gun
For I am on the "Regal Run"
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
I am king of nothing
But still a master indeed
Like a craftman carves his work
I am the epitome
Of my own ghastly misery,
I and I alone am master of this fate.
The weight of my kingdom
Difficult to bear
Is the marker of my making,
And while I lay alone here
Surrounded by my kingsmen
I cannot help but laugh,
That shrill sound
Of nothing but despair -
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
I’m so sick of
That nesquick
Caramel candy
That thickens our blood
****** sin birth
The bleached sugar
Kills my DNA
And burns out
My brain cells
I’m so sick of
That oil slick addiction
Fire breathing
Dragon needing
Four wheeled monsters
Till their horns
Burn my ears
I’m so sick of
That apathy
That tortures me
But not them
I’m nauseas
Cautious cause
Of the disposition
Of the disposable
Disenfranchised
Human herd
I’m so sick of
My desperation
Struggling to fill this nation
With wit and wisdom
To build a new kingdom
With no royalty or kingsmen
But kinship
And friendship
Maybe I’m just sick
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
Here me when I speak,
For I am the hidden king,
The advisor of the strings,
Which control this changing land.
By my own hand,
And in my own vision,
By my own right,
And slithering decision.
Your future is decided,
By my light-hearted words,
In a world so divided,
By kings of pawns-worth.
Let no man go,
Unpunished for his deeds,
His just reward or woe,
For twisted acts of greed.
Let no man decide,
That he is above the rest,
For it is only I,
Who holds the very best.
Of interest, of heart,
Of all that falls apart without my say,
I hold the strings,
And my fellow kingsmen obey.
For it is I the advisor,
Who understands the truth,
I am the king’s decider,
My word is absolute.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
I am like humpty dumpy
I sat on a great wall
And had a great fall
Got no one to catch me
I fell, and got scattered
The kingsmen and the horses
Couldn't put me together again
I tried my best also
But I couldn't help myself
I looked for others around
But it didn't work
It was a misery to them
Lord, my members are scattered
My life is shattered
My hope no longer matters
Only you can re-member me
Only you can put it together
Only you can make me whole again
I wait for your intervention
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC