"matyr" poems
Them: So you're a lover, a fighter, a rebel, a matyr, an activist, and a poetess. May we ask who inspired you?
Me: Tupac.
Them: Tupac who?
Me: The greatest **** I ever knew.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
**** you
look in the mirror
you're no matyr or victim
you have the world to fear
i'll pull you off your cloud
with the noose of my own
the one i meant for myself
but **** the true colors you've shown
i've been fine without you
it's been done before
and you couldn't possible be
the only man i could adore
so go have your beer
or two or three
while i write a few lines
that sets this addict free
if these vows meant a thing
or if you care for me at all
you would have helped me back up
instead of watching me fall
so i mean this with all my heart
and remember it with everything you do
you pull what you pulled with me tonight
and i promise we will be threw
oh yeah, and **** you too
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Stop and start
A beating heart
Boil my blood
Burn my skin
Free my ashes
Hellfire within
This dead soul consumed
By a vengeful world
No heaven or hell
Eternal purgatory
Living cost
So much more
Than death
Strike fear
Into them
Make them good
Because they fear
Retribution
Judgement will come
Did you pay your dues?
Sins wrapped in shadows
The darkness within
Slips out the cracks
Turning innocence out
Guilty pleasures
Everyday trangressions
Just one more
The promise of tomorrow
Be redeemed
Pray to be forgiven
False perfection
Surface beauty
A shining beacon
Blinding saintliness
A matyr to the cause
By living purely
Give not onto temptation
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
Breathless I stare aghast and opaque
Stripped bear to the flesh, beaten & broke
Quests can no longer quench my soul
My innards are shred as wounds to the world.
Open sores cover where once was a cross
Halielujah I’ve cried but find it hard to respond.
My armour was strong my speed was my guide
To Jerusalem I rode with God on my side
For Christendom, eternity, In Hoc Signo Vinces
The steel of my sword that wielded the light.
Comrades whose love have camped by my side
Lay scattered, defeated, beaten & lost.
On this sand I now kneel my sword as my rest
My beliefs have deserted alone I must die.
Good knight is my prayer 50 bezants were true
Exuvias Modo Mortales, just mere mortals to you.
Closing my eyes the trumpets have gone
Visions of Jesus & Godfrey before
As the sand passes over and creeps through my bones
Death is my end but a matyr am I
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 10:30 AM UTC
dandelion lover wept once far away
where her hands of saturnine
in desperation of thirst for a love true
crawl to the moon
drown in lust drawn wine
cry in mascara marked pillow sheets
champagne delilah laughs in remark
whom could see love so blind
strikes the hand of the woman who
clenches her throat to force the dark provocation of heavy drawn eyes
her veins draw blue and she kisses feverishly for she sought to conquer and love her so
but dandelion lover has blown away
wept her tears in vain
holds eloquently the hand of love who doth fully enrich oneself in
delilah draws murky blue streams in search of a long lost dream
chases the matyr of a past life
there does dandelion delilah thrive
in one anothers sweet demise
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
For God so loved the world
He let his own son get murdered
In front of the world
Prosecution set execution
Women men to children
Seen the casted sin
Of an innocent man
Locked up for nothing
All because he was a glutton
To punishment
Mankind is a threat to self
Gotta make laws to feed themselves
Subconscoius bruised I ain't amused
Mad cuz I don't gotta short fuse
And in the news
They persecutin' brothers black n Hispanic like Jews
And the Indian can't get they own land back
Aboriginals coming back home
But don't worry there's a plot
For secret attacks pass that
Mack and let me load it
Unload it as the shots exploded
Brain imploded
Of the elite
Those for all of the lies told in guise
LeArned wisdom
From the serpents above got no love
To these hypocrites
Hanging on double standards
Evrybody loves Jesus
But they ain't down with em
Hit em like hammer but it will hurt
Slow yo roll if you wanna be the one in the dirt
I expose flies of the American pies
We ain't gone get a piece
So I might as well die
For the cAuse once I open my jaws
I get a round of applause
From the spirits dancing above my head never fled
From the source so **** the source
I'm the black matyr
Like baking soda n water
Rising like dough you need to gt smarter
The universe ain't went no where
Everybody entertained over there
Lost souls glancing
And I'm reading spiritual books right here check the glare
I see Times a ticking guns clicking
War horns is pinching
Off the fat man lips soon to take a trip
To the white house with my angry mobs
Just burning the clips binggggg
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC