"mufasa" poems
What was it like?
The fight?
Well I’d say it was like…
Eowyn valiantly facing off with the Witch King
It was like Obi Wan flinging droids around with the flick of his hand
It was like saying “Hi” to Scarface’s friends
It was like the feeling Shrek got when he saved Fiona
It was like the moment when we first realize Scar will betray Mufasa
It was like watching the Joker toy with Batman’s head
It was like watching King Leonidas **** Persians in slow motion
It was like John McClane actually dying
It was like the green burst of light from Voldemort’s wand
It was like…
It was like…
It was like ******* off the Don on the day of his daughter’s wedding subsequently forcing the Don to leave a horse head in your bed.
Woah dude, that’s too far. The fight between Timmy and Johnny at recess was not like that.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 4:41 PM UTC
RiFF RaFF pullin' up with five ace-cards.
Maybe five jokers, your ***** playin' strip poker.
I'm outside eating fried okra, with Oprah.
Diamonds on my piece and chain, looking like Mufasa.
Look like Lion King, drive a Sebring.
Fifty thousand dollas, bought myself a wedding-ring.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
pap
pap
pap
I can't breath
my stomach is bubbling
like hot cheese
on an fresh oven pizza
my legs feel skinny
I want to lean into a wall
the floor looks spinny
the wainscoting is squint
my vision is blurry
because...tears?
Why is there worry
in my middle?
I feel fine,
my mind is sound
this fear isn't mine
what’s it doing here?
What is this panic?
Fight or flight I understand,
but this is plain manic.
I need to go
at top speed
or maybe hide?
Either way, be freed
from this distress.
pap
pap
pap
Push someone over,
human shield that ****
reduce my exposure
to hyperventilation.
Shallow in,
shallow out,
I feel akin
to sprinting Mufasa
Pure distress
acute discomfort,
a proper mental problem. Nonetheless,
it’s strange to foresee the diagnosis.
It’s as if I’m watching
from someone else’s skin
as alligator clamps are botching
holding my physiology in.
A sunburn on my innards,
a paperweight within
you’d think I’d feel pride
for finally having something wrong.
Hypochondria being accurate
the years of inventing doom,
suddenly isn't aberrant
those fabrications had substance.
Or maybe all these thinks
are symptoms in themselves
after sifting through piles of shrinks,
maybe I can finally get some help.
pap
pap
pap
Look at my pretty framed prescription,
doctor certified, messy handwriting,
this will take some decryption...
don’t worry, take your time,
this pathoreaction won't go away.
I’m told desolation
is a temperament set to stay
until after eighteen simple payments.
I’m inclined to reject treatment
of drugs that fiddle with the mind
I’d rather stay present,
continue inconsistency.
I would like to try narration,
see how many kilometers I can recall.
I can deal with frustration,
so let’s talk about my childhood.
Public transit without destination
sends me on a revere,
an absence of crippling desperation.
I've found peace before
it was between yellow poles,
in the outside pocket
of a backpack on parole.
It smiled at me quietly.
pap
pap
pap
Apparently, it’s the small things
that help you deal with anxiety.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 6:10 AM UTC
Lion
When I was a kid, I told myself I was going to buy a lion. Not to rule over the king of the jungle but to have a kitty named Mufasa. When I grew up Mufasa became my father and I found out three quarters wasn't enough for a lion.
When I grew a little older, reached adolescence I learned a lesson, that three quarters still wasn't enough to buy a giant pussycat. I would have bought a jaguar because my lion days were beside me, I would buy a giant jaguar to be beside me but I was still naive and had not known that jaguars would see me as a steak.
When I reached adulthood and the pressures of buying a house and a car hit me so my first thought was once again, I'll buy a jaguar. Then I heard my brother tell me that jaguars will cost me a fortune to keep fuelled, so I told him, I'll sweat gas and bleed decorative pillows. He laughed at me and my naivety. I am now an adult and I wonder, how much does a lion cost?
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
Edited by Maple, because mine was a rant nobody but she was supposed to indulge. Hahaha. See. I wasn't intending on trending.
I knew a wretched person once. And then. She died.
Now. Condoning death is the fastest method for becoming THE social pariah - for future reference.
But my god. I hated her. I really did. Not simply me; most of our peers felt similar. At least, they did till it was no longer appropriate.
See. Morgan was a ruthless psychopath.
And then she was dead.
Now. As a stranger, if you were to lurk her Facadebook, you'd think she'd been some ethereal messiah. Her web page is now trampled with laments. Kinda like the stampede that killed Mufasa. Her present facadebook now marks a day the devil became synonymous with our homegirl, Momma Teresa.
In what world, right?
The details of the fatality remain insane. Ranging from Ketamine to ****** But I won't illustrate them. Go see it yourself - on Doctor ******* Phil.
And they call me crazy.
Anyways.
I'm sorry, but she was a maniacal parasite with love like shrapnel. She destroyed her lovers, her family, her arsenal of friends by habit. And she did this for fun. So, again, I'm sorry. Sorry I am hardly sorry she died.
That's a lie, though. I'm not sorry at all.
Karma is candy. I'm happy she's gone. Never again to crumple and crush her loved ones to mush as mere eggs to her morning omelette.
And our world is a happier place.
Sue me.
for whatever reason this will not publish or save this particular recount
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
She cries with the force of the stampede
That killed Mufasa, and I forget the
Viking blood that runs through us.
Weakness on display is a sign of strength.
She is the strongest person I know;
Does almost everything without
Me. Barely cries about it afterwards,
When hindsight lets her see what she's
Been through.
Wake up, little heart; your nightmare is
Over. Fall back asleep in arms that
Care.
Listen: It's not raining anymore.
She calls out to me like air raid sirens
Over a city dark with enemy aircraft
Wings.
But all is quiet now.
Nothing harder than drops of
Water ever fell.
Sleep. Sun upon cloudless skies will
See you smile, drowzy; unalone.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
Dear Mufasa,
You are so lovely,
I hope you will always be healthy and happy.
One day when you are gone,
I'm going to miss you tremendously.
I will miss your smell, your voice,
Your cute face and your fluffy fur.
Though we will not be forever together,
But our souls will live forever.
I will not forget your greyness,
You are so small I think that is cute.
I love to feed you up till you are full.
Because I love to see you sleep for hours
These are words from me, Yayya.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
I lay here open
Open to possibilities and opportunities that present themselves for me with you
But i Can't seem to break through this wall I have put up
A wall made jus for me to protect and keep me from harmful situations
Many contemplations about how am I gonna get through this again
So I kept building and building on my personal wall
Yeah see I built this wall with pain over and over and over
A lil dab of betrayal
A pinch of some scorn
Oh and shovel full of layers of scar tissue covered with stitches for recovery
Yeah I built this wall meticulously
I would sometimes feel like I'm a guest
Sometimes like an outsider in my own skin
Moving along like a night rider
Nobody seeing me or believing me
So I carry some heavy footgear
Holding them in my rear stow away I use it to move along through life without any scars, or that's what I try to do
This footgear feels great because I can stomp, jump, and even do cartwheels over all my enemies
Ancient conviction
Shindy misleadings all leading up to my success
Leaving me blessed
Riding along this pack train saying hello mufasa and simba
Oh and rifiki is there
What's up....
See I admire their strength and agility
I even know who continues to keep me
A higher power and His name is Jesus
Love Him to pieces
But someone came outta nowhere
Out From left field Try to catch the Foul ball
Jumping over bases and even some left field men
Trying to Break through my wall
Shining some light on my night rider journey
Complicated feelings taking many meanings
My head is spinning
Fear rising...leaving me paralyzed even though I still feel your touch when I'm away from you
I'm scared...even some what terrified that I lie here and all I can think of is you
Wondering if my brain waves can send out a signal over to you so that you know how I feel
See night riders they don't open up
Staying closed
Sign on the door...
No more customers...the day is over
See We ride in the dark
Trying to keep feelings secret
A loner when it comes to sharing emotions
Commotion on the inside but calm on the outside
But maybe you can be my knight in shinning amour breaking down my walls
Chipping and chipping away through all the dust and the rumble
I may even stumble over you but at least I'll be in your arms
Feeling safe through your touch that even peels away some of the hurt
So right now I may be a night rider but I'm moving towards the horizon that is the beginning of some light
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
Dream works; Lion King
Simba talks to Mufasa.
That's when I pulled my pants up, and started fixing my posture.
Then looked up above.
I struggle with love.
Struggle with hate.
Hard to debate.
Leave and change when I fall But I still wanna participate.
22 in 10 days.
Turning 22, in 10 different ways
A different shade.
A midnight black, to a faded gray.
I opened this chapter.
Dressed for the rapture.
Run and tell master.
While they're telling Ima take it all to the pastor.
Or am I dreaming?
Wake up Wake up.
Time to break up, from the shake up.
Don't let em see you down,
Get dressed,
And put on make up.
I'm evolving.
Starving like Marvin.
Sky is still calling
My name ain't Jim Jones, but one day I'll be ballin'.
Will I give back?
No looking back.
Dashing that.
Getting older now; getting bigger, steady hungry trying to pick up the pieces.
Pledge of allegiance to the money now.
Now and forever.
Finesse, but I'm still not that clever.
One day I'll be; probably never.
And nowadays 22 is still declared young.
But that won't change me from growing, I won't settle for none.
Nowadays 22 can feel old or feel young.
With these 10 days left I know it's better to come.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Time moves slow when I’m waiting for your response
Then time picks up, and I’m racing the clock
In my own world I have a calendar with important dates
I watch the days go by
Seconds holding tight to the minutes
Minutes hanging on by the hour
Hours tightly grasping onto tomorrow
I am tomorrow
And like Scar and Mufasa, I’m barley using my tendons and muscles to keep you safe
I will lose my grip ever so slightly until you disappear from common conversation.
Never again never again
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
Of course human blood is sweet!
How else could they get us to eat meat?
We are carnivorous by design, &
Any feeble gesture of Vegan defiance,
Is seen as a threat to the species.
Vegetarians are mocked, marginalized,
Or made vestigial.
Of course human blood is salty!
Oozing red, warm and syrupy.
I am lion-hearted Mufasa,
Swaggering ‘cross the savannah,
Licking savory hemoglobin off my jowls,
My ***** swinging in the breeze.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
I met a crazy girl today.
Her eyes were shiny bright.
Her hair was gold,
Her skin was brown,
Her ***** were out of sight.
It seemed we knew each other,
Before we even met.
I was in fact so smitten,
All logic I'd forget.
We slept together quickly,
I thought I was Brad Pitt.
How sad it is I could not see,
My world would turn to ****
Because the *** was awesome,
She seemed a perfect match.
Whole sections of my brain shut down,
in deference to her ******
I thought I was the predator,
Mufasa, if I may.
Blinded by the passion,
To the fact that I was prey.
And soon there was a pregnancy,
Which caused us to be wed.
And I,the fool,believed her,
And all the vows she said.
But as you might imagine,
There was no happy end.
Because she was in fact insane.
And in a teenage bed.
So when I hear a young man speak,
The words that I once did.
I feel an obligation,
To warn this hopeful kid.
That crazy may mean good ***
And complements galore.
But the end is always tragic,
As you will be her *****
Your children will be poisoned,
Taught that you are bad.
And for this you will pay each month,
Or be a Deadbeat Dad.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
if I were the Scar to your Mufasa,
then I'd re-write that whole disaster
and be th' one to go to th' hereafter,
for you, I gladly opt to be the martyr
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
I've been drawn to the outer lines of the artwork of your mind
The anticipation of looking at a master piece
I can stare at you all day
All day all day (Kanye voice)
How can you be so perfect?
Perfectly perfect
Can perfect out perfect itself?
Is it possible?
Perfectly Flawless
I'm jawless to your flyness.
The amount of confidence is only equivalent to the beauty of your soul.
I'll never play games again, but I am "sorry"
Like that board game
I chose to leave you at home
While I went to find and bind my time with someone else
I wanted my cake and eat it too
But I'm not a big fan of desert.
But place it in front of me I'll take a taste it
Regret it
A set let down
Down for the count
Cause you knocked me down with the pieces of your broken heart
I didn't mean to
Yes, I know you heard "that **** before"
And yes I've felt like **** before but not like this
This is new to me.
But old to you cause you knew what you had in front of you.
But I didn't.
I should've.
I could've stopped.
Stop.
Just stop.
Cause I stopped believing you a long time ago.
Believing you is like believing mufasa doesn't die in the lion king
No matter what it's always the same tragedy
In actuality, you weren't innocent either
Oh you're quiet?
Well let me see your phone
I see I wasn't the only one with ***** little secrets
Who is this?
What's that mean?
Heart emojis huh?
What about my broken heart emoji
This **** hurts.
Oh. I get it now.
See no one wants to get hurt but will never hesitate to hurt someone else
To numb
To forget in a moment
What's to gain in one moment when it's not the person you've spend endless "moments" with ?
The only way to grow is water your plants with mistakes
Mistakes are caused by one moment
And one moment can't be erased
So don't replace and irreplaceable piece of perfection
Because perfection is art
Perfection is you and me together
Perfection is us
Just US
not he
Not she just we
The sooner the better
So get your **** together
And let's leave
Start over
Blank slate
Wait
No more mistakes
Let's create
Imitate the great couples Of the world
But how can I trust you?
How do I know this is real?
It is real
Yeah real fake
Just trust me
I'm sorry I've said sorry so many times
I'm sorry the times I've said sorry didn't measure the time you spent crying waiting for me to say sorry....
Let's start over ...
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
I am from hair ties, but no longer rely on them, from conditioner bottles but no longer need them, from dance mirrors that let me watch others make mistakes so I would not repeat them
I am from the same town and house I grew up in
I am from people pleasing
From taking their opinion over my own
I am from addiction, from the twelve steps, and sickness
I am from the questions why and how
I am from three years sober, and from I love you
From hard work over happiness, and family over pride
I am from the Catholic Church, even though I don't agree, rosaries and Hail Maries, are what my family brought me up to be
I am from whiskey lullabies, from watching my hero drink away trust and hit rock bottom
I am from forgiveness and letting go, to watch my Mufasa come back stronger and brighter
I am from writing, from discoveries, and not letting anybody get in the way of my goal
I am from the church, but no longer rely on it, from my parents but no longer need them, from alcoholism that let me watch others make mistakes so I would not repeat them
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
I search for the things that don't exist
I went from an optimist dreamer to a skeptic pessimist
I went from being a caring activist to narcissistic and selfish
I went from being mute to everyone wishing I had a muzzle
I went from knowing what I wanted to being indecisive and puzzled
I went from going along with what they said
To questioning everything that we did
I went from sweet to cold
From honey to bitter like mold
My heart had been sold
Where was my soul going to go
I was stumbling in the dark
While others decided my fate
I went from restless to sleeping the day away
What had happened to me I don't know
At first it didn't show
No one knew
Barely anyone knows
I pretend to have a handle
A grip on my life
All this time I've been slipping
Trying to hold onto the edge of the cliff
It's just a matter of time before someone does me the way scar did to Mufasa
Put the clock back up
I can't change the past
Broken bones get put in a cast
Trying to find people to fill my gap
But the void won't leave
I search for the things that don't exist
I lost my hope
But somehow hope finds me
Pleading for me to reverse the damage
My casualties inflicted
Oppressing affliction
My heart keeps asking when I'll stop playing the victim
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
I have diabetes
Your sugar sends me into fits
And seizures
That I can't control
Nor do I want to
So I take my daily dose
Of insulin
To calm my sweet blood
From sending me into
A comatose state
Of blind passion
That causes my heart to beat
At such a thunderous pace
Like the beating hooves
During the stampede
Which killed mufasa
But like that wise lion king
You appear in my sky
An antidote for the distance
That keeps my sugar high
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
A Poem: Revolution Africa
All hail the Lion King
King Flair Simasiku
A certified change agent
You seem calm, cool and collected
How did you overcome fear
Dining with the king of the jungle
You even spoke their language
When you say "Roar", they roar
When you say "Walk", they walk
Where is Rafiki?
Did he give you the pass code
How did you surmount the insurmountable
"This is not a small something oh"
Success is not for Lilly hearts
But brave heart like you
They said real shekels lays in their mouth
Can you help demystify this mystery?
Tell me King Simasiku
How did you overcome your fears?
How did you win their hearts?
Was Rafiki instrumental
For he is the mouthpiece of the gods
He is the most popular Monkey on earth
Plesse say a word for us
Tell us King of the Jungle
How can we posses a Lion heart
When our leaders coveted the Lion share
They **** our national assets with impunity
Tell me King Simasiku
How do we blaze the trail
Just like you did
The whole world will hear your name
Be kind, take us to your Kingdom
Far away in Namibia
From you, we seek true knowledge
You inspire us King Simasiku
We are a people suffering and smiling
But if you teach us your ways
That we might be bold as a Lion
Then we can face our fears
And make 2020 count
Just like the Eagle Fola
She already raised the bar
And you, you killed it with this exposure
Brace up for impact
This is no PowerPoint
This is no Photoshop
Not even paint or corel draw
This is reality, get close at your peril
The morale behind this
Face your fears or die trying
Even if you perish
The world will remember you
Do it not for yourself
But for your Simba
That they may enjoy tomorrow
There are Scars lurking around
But we will always run to Rafiki
The just and Only Wise One
We refuse to be manipulated
And flee to return like Simba
We will fight for the glory of Africa
And chase every Mufasa out
Wake up Africa!
The hour to liberate her has come
Just say the word my King
And we will follow
Revolution Africa!
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
I would only love her if she’s virtuous
slicing off the tongue you talk to serpents with....handshakes see the secret is in a certain grip
Focus and Grind I’m to the dirt with this
See back then they held us back with “TWO CHAINS!”
fast forward to today it’s just a cool saying?...
Hell....boy i fell in love with the blue flames
dead BOLTS on your door to keep YOU-SANE
can I dream of a night with no shots
Enough cereal with single mothers I gotta have my pops
(this sh*t gotta stop)
That’s why I play the role of Mufasa, Martin Luther, BB and Nat Cole (kings)
They say the love of many shall wax cold that’s why I don’t give a **** about the ones that lack soul and when I say soul I ain’t talking about your shoes
Jordan can’t save one sole
and you paid for 2?
Drew
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
It’s laughable how mental these cubs,
Think they so admiral,
But even experts can be fallible.
Unaware how like metal,
When heat increases it can bend ones potential.
Wonder what will be the limit,
That boils over the kettle?
Everyone thinks they Mufasa,
Till ones scars, leaves them empty vessels.
For hot air can’t always push the needle.
And words without actions are plain out feeble.
Thinking your revolutionary like Nathan Hale,
But actually your more like Jack and Jill.
Thinking once you climb that hill,
You’ll find heaven, but end up falling to hell.
A juxtaposition between fairing well and farewell.
Didn’t anyone tell you?
That pride doesn’t end well?
Pride is a slippery slide.
That pulls ya in like a rip tide.
Kings fall thinking they God.
For all human beings are flawed.
Pride is a suicide.
Yet temps like a snakes eyes.
But don’t be deceived by the facade.
For devil horns pierce, like bullets from a firing squad.
Not everything can be Hakuna Matata,
When faced against an armada.
For goodness sakes,
With these hoodlum fakes,
Acting like they chupacabras.
Don’t make me laugh you tontas.
For most of yawl are suckas,
Falling for schemes like duck dodgers.
Trying to build a posse to get stronger,
But are really,
Gathering bodies just to dig graves,
Whose names are taken like slaves,
Subservient to their corporate masters.
Unaware that freedom,
Only comes to dumb rich ********
That be,
Feasting on innocents like they Alucard.
Till the moneys gone.
And the damage cannot be undone.
After all…
Pride is a slippery slide.
That pulls ya in like a rip tide.
Kings fall thinking they God.
For all human beings are flawed.
Pride is a suicide.
Yet temps like a snakes eyes.
But don’t be deceived by the facade.
For devil horns pierce, like bullets from a firing squad.
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 2:01 AM UTC