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"wising" poems
So lets get this straight: An armed, white man walks into a school, kills 17 students and teachers with a tool that can be bought at just any store by a 19 year old, insane, fool, before being caught, all on Valentine's day, Marking the 30th mass shooting just this year And it's not time to talk about gun control? If they had been black, you'd say "more police" If they had been Mexican, you'd say "build a wall" If they had been Middle-Eastern, you'd say "travel ban" But they're not, they're white, they're mentally ill, so "Report the disturbed" our president says "It's about mental health!" our congress says "But it's not time to talk about gun control" You send your thoughts and prayers, while we're pleading for your help You want to know my thoughts and prayers? I thought our country cared about us I thought our country loved us more than guns And I pray that my school won't be next That my friends won't be mourned on the internet That we might be safe in our unsafe unchanging world Because you won't talk about gun control But you know what? ***** you if you think that's all we're gonna do We're taking this horse by the reigns Knock some sense into that old brain We're organizing, rising up and wising up Taking a stand, and taking a walk Making our voices heard, better watch for that 10 o' clock We will not be complacent in our friends' deaths We've done it before and we will do it again They say "when we're older" I say "why wait till then" These laws are going to change now These deaths have got to be dwindling down Everyone knows kids can be one loud crowd And no, we won't calm down Until no one ignores our outraged sound We will make the politicians come around And finally, gun control will bring peace to our towns And finally, me, my family, and my friends, can feel safe, with long lives ahead, and we can go back to school together again.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Another School Shooting
So lets get this straight: An armed, white man walks into a school, kills 17 students and teachers with a tool that can be bought at just any store by a 19 year old, insane, fool, before being caught, all on Valentine's day, Marking the 30th mass shooting just this year And it's not time to talk about gun control? If they had been black, you'd say "more police" If they had been Mexican, you'd say "build a wall" If they had been Middle-Eastern, you'd say "travel ban" But they're not, they're white, they're mentally ill, so "Report the disturbed" our president says "It's about mental health!" our congress says "But it's not time to talk about gun control" You send your thoughts and prayers, while we're pleading for your help You want to know my thoughts and prayers? I thought our country cared about us I thought our country loved us more than guns And I pray that my school won't be next That my friends won't be mourned on the internet That we might be safe in our unsafe unchanging world Because you won't talk about gun control But you know what? ***** you if you think that's all we're gonna do We're taking this horse by the reigns Knock some sense into that old brain We're organizing, rising up and wising up Taking a stand, and taking a walk Making our voices heard, better watch for that 10 o' clock We will not be complacent in our friends' deaths We've done it before and we will do it again They say "when we're older" I say "why wait till then" These laws are going to change now These deaths have got to be dwindling down Everyone knows kids can be one loud crowd And no, we won't calm down Until no one ignores our outraged sound We will make the politicians come around And finally, gun control will bring peace to our towns And finally, me, my family, and my friends, can feel safe, with long lives ahead, and we can go back to school together again.
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whence the word special is said, be wary of the speaker whence the word special is said, be wary of the speaker pitfalls are in the making, one can trip up pitfalls are in the making, one can trip up pitfalls are in the making, whence the word special is said be wary of the speaker, one can trip up the memory stores info well, an utterance hollow ne'er forgot the memory stores info well, an utterance hollow ne'er forgot wising up seeing the light, one is misguided wising up seeing the light, one is misguided one is misguided, the memory stores info well wising up seeing the light, an utterance hollow ne'er forgot a revelation did dawn, that guy wasn't legit a revelation did dawn, that guy wasn't legit his line but a fallacy, clearness of sight now prevails his line but a fallacy, clearness of sight now prevails clearness of sight now prevails, that guy wasn't legit a revelation did dawn, his line but a fallacy a revelation did dawn, one is misguided pitfalls are in the making, whence the word special is said that guy wasn't legit, an utterance hollow ne'er forgot his line but a fallacy, wising up seeing the light one can trip up,the memory stores info well be wary of the speaker, clearness of sight now prevails
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Clearness Of Sight (Paradelle Poem)
The dance of the souls is something eternal, Never ending and unclear of when it started. Beauty in the knowing that two souls can share a harmony, to be on the same plain at the same Time, to carry out their dreams together. Come with me, to a land so far away from this. Travel into the mountains with me, meditate on rocks, hunt for crystal gardens and find the gnome villages. Sleep beneath the stars with me, and wake to the Father wising. Let us play as children do, with no recognition of anything other than this here Now. Time is eternal for those who live outside of it, that surf the edges who disregard it. Let us play with the Time Keepers, I hear they get lonely. Let us make a world of our own, never upon the basis of 'should' I want to climb the highest tree, taste the strangest food, explore the deepest of caves. You can too, if you only make the Time.
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
Innocence in Intimacy
I am a fool for wising that my hands to be turned into gold now I  cannot eat the food I want and cannot drink the water I want to but someone told me to go into the unchanging water and I was healed
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
Unchanging Water
My dear, you wound me As only one who holds my heart can So unassuming yet so Sweet Warm Mesmerizing There’s no wising up with Such a pretty face Graceful Wonderful A subtle disaster A ticking bomb in my arms Oh how you wound me As only one who holds my heart can do
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
Rocked to Sleep by The Tempest
Things that worry me Is my vision steadily deteriorating? I look at the iPhone screen in the dark with my glasses off Is that enough? Or must I factor in the harsh light from my lap top screen And the screen on my Kindle HD-X I will even on occasion watch the television screen And a movie once every two or three months But all those I wear my glasses for It's mainly the iPhone at night I am concerned about Like I'm doing right now Let me tell you the truth My cynicism has evolved into a meaner beast There aren't too many people I want to get to know past "thanks for the money God bless" and if you think I really care if God blesses you why then you haven't been paying attention I can't seem to muster up a smidgen of compassion for anyone It's been so long since I felt that special kind of affection for anyone And though it's true that people are typically getting dumber much faster than they're wising up I'd say it's a wonder we worry about it at all Or is it all in my head? Is the Ambien invading entire sections of my brain, one by one, the ones not totally massacred and eradicated by the last ten years onslaught with marijuana of various properties and potencies I suppose I should level a fare share of the blame on the Great Communicator THC BUT I'm not a lost cause Not yet Not today, I made it through the day Tomorrow isn't quaranteed And as far as you know I'm just the quiet guy in the market Not a word for anyone he runs into Nope Not a word Thank God for the self -checkout I may ***** you, it's true But I'm harmless Unless attacked Then I'm a ******* raging inferno Blessed with precision I will drag you into my hell And you will know what it's like to be me Walking cloud nine in the pits of Sheol
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Ambien's Gonna Knock Me Out Soon (but never soon enoug)
Things that worry me Is my vision steadily deteriorating? I look at the iPhone screen in the dark with my glasses off Is that enough? Or must I factor in the harsh light from my lap top screen And the screen on my Kindle HD-X I will even on occasion watch the television screen And a movie once every two or three months But all those I wear my glasses for It's mainly the iPhone at night I am concerned about Like I'm doing right now Let me tell you the truth My cynicism has evolved into a meaner beast There aren't too many people I want to get to know past "thanks for the money God bless" and if you think I really care if God blesses you why then you haven't been paying attention I can't seem to muster up a smidgen of compassion for anyone It's been so long since I felt that special kind of affection for anyone And though it's true that people are typically getting dumber much faster than they're wising up I'd say it's a wonder we worry about it at all Or is it all in my head? Is the Ambien invading entire sections of my brain, one by one, the ones not totally massacred and eradicated by the last ten years onslaught with marijuana of various properties and potencies I suppose I should level a fare share of the blame on the Great Communicator THC BUT I'm not a lost cause Not yet Not today, I made it through the day Tomorrow isn't quaranteed And as far as you know I'm just the quiet guy in the market Not a word for anyone he runs into Nope Not a word Thank God for the self -checkout I may ***** you, it's true But I'm harmless Unless attacked Then I'm a ******* raging inferno Blessed with precision I will drag you into my hell And you will know what it's like to be me Walking cloud nine in the pits of Sheol
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Does sleep visit you often? How do you lay upon your bed? Do you ride the REM drug? Do you dream? Do your eyes dry and crumble? Can you feel anything? Do you wake up in a cold sweat? Do you wake up tasting colors? Do you wake up wising you were someone else?
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Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
Do You Dream?
Deep within this heart of mine, drowning in the sands of time, searching for a sacred sign, dreaming of a world sublime. Deep within the heart of me, thoughts i cannot truly see, dreams that cannot ever be, chains that will not set me free. Deep within this heart of mine, wising i could draw the line, tiring of the endless climb, crying for the final time.
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May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
Void
Body Snake Wising Winters Flame of Attribution Recollection of a Hand Moving to the Sound of Sweet Whispering. $$$... Slithering Indictments, Held In Love's Darkness.. Trembling Coven Bound Now Prized Feather Of the Victorious Angel Wings Pure Virtue Risen... GRACE God's Decision. Life's Judge Rainbow Miracle.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
Optimism
A man alone, A man unheard never to speak a word He is a dream, a figment of what he used to be A man is married, he does not care She is his to own He torments her, all the time An illusion, of what he was A mirror is broken, a mirror is shattered Pieces of him on the floor He is shattered, he is broken nothing but a dream He is shattered, he is broken he lies on the floor The pieces of him, what he was before he took a drink He beats her often, he beats her hard She is always afraid He tries to change; He won't change And yet she wants to stay "I love him so, I love him so" Is all she ever says Beat her rough, beat her hard So she'll finally leave You loved him then, you hate him now You are wising up He hit you then, you shot him now You are finally safe The courts hate you, I love you this is our debate They let you free, you go with me You are finally safe.
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
Broken
People be hating by the words that im saying By the truth that im laying Shut up if you don’t like what im saying All them boys be misbehaving And then girls be over thinking With drugs and underage drinking What the hell is this generation thinking? Getting messed up out of condition Taking on infliction By man or woman that’s no tradition It makes me sicken. From what people be doing Turning into villains wising to be killing Wishing it be different…. Back and forth missing People been teasing And many needing pleasing So sick of all you people full of greed Think of someone elses needs Now take a seat And watch what I speak This is what I preach
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
whats going on ?
Overrated is the word that comes to the fore To tell of that woman's particular store The products she vends aren't all that fab Most of them have a dull look which is so drab She may need to take stock of her inventory Then thoroughly evaluate its retail credibility The purchasers are wising up to her trade They've become disenchanted with her escapade To-day her shop soiled item went on sale Few customers bought what was in her bail Her sales pitch fell upon deaf ears All that she offered for sale meet with load jeers Store owners such as her have no excuse For attempting to sell the dregs and refuse The customer never outlays a dollar for trash They prefer value for their hard one cash The numbers of keen buyers aren't of a glut Soon her second rate business shall be shut Retail vending must be up to customer satisfaction If not store owners can be put out of action
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Retailer's Lament
Things come out wrong when I try to write my wrongs in pen In ten days I’ll be doing one of two types of time: either time spent sitting and sleeping and waiting or time spent sitting and sleeping and learning. I guess I’m not too quick when it comes to confessions of carelessness I have a habit of avoiding caution and careful conduct I’m calloused and confused and my bones are bruised and my soon-to-be present will be spent serving time in a room or a cell. My second sight of the wise old hermit made me feel like wising up a bit myself. He seems not to want me no matter all the times I’ve tried to travel to his doorbell. He must be waiting for something I have yet to give.
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Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Write my Wrongs
You forgot to look up. You forgot a lot of things. You whispered drunkenly once "I went looking for the messiah in his pants, but just found the devil." And I think everyone giggled. We go looking to forget things by replacing the memories with better ones with better people. But... You forgot a lot of things. I know... that I told you to forget the bad things. But you just kept finding his black ink in everything. So you forgot it all. Trying to relearn your own skin. But you don't see it with out his touch. You think that might be why your skin went grey and your eyes got dull. Your hair thinned and your nails turned blue. He lived in your bones and maybe that's why they got so brittle. But you know how your collar bones get even stronger after they break? You're collar bones babe. He broke you. But your skin is soft and no longer with a grey hue. Your hair has finally gotten thicker. Here you are sitting on your front patio no longer looking at the ground wising you were in it. You're realizing as you watch the sunset that you forgot to look up.
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Look Up
/// /// /// • Well Well we wander ( ain't no HOME here ) • ain't gonna worry no more ain't gonna hurt ourselves no more Ain't gonna hurt eachother no more •• Just moseying on outa here ! • ain't gonna NUMB OURSELVES no more ( in those USUAL ways ) •• We Wander around CHILDREN ! FEARING DEATH ! IN AMERICA ! ( ain't gonna HEAR the idealistic SHIT no more ! ) • Moseying around • ( we gonna find the REAL WORLD and just love there ) •• We must face DYING to be FREE • ( ain't gonna allow no pain no more )
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
--- Wising up ---
Here I am being wishful again, Wising for it hard Bearing in mind, also the odds. Yearning for it Sometimes almost reaching out to it To all that I aspire Almost feeling it A moment surreal And then Snatched back to the instance By a blink A snap A blow yet of the softest touch Create waves inside the head It rises It descends Ripples It soothes Gradually Into the nothing.
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Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Wishful Thinking