(Experience Poem) A Professional Oppinion
I'm asked for my professional opinion on prices of something I've never sold.
Of a degree I don't even have.
I only build old ones.
As a hobby like many others.
The parts themselves worth more then itself as a whole.
Stripped bare.
Each piece properly inspected and subjected to rigorous testing.
To expose any defect of the unknown.
A cloning of the markets.
Creating a past fortune told.
A devaluing of what once was thought to be gold.
Being generous is hard to do when it is friend that has come to you.
With questions asked
A love is lost so fast.
Even as the hearts beats still.
A fictitious story lies within it's entirety.
Cheated out of being used with only a short life lived.
Thrown away for the better.
But it is still good.
Such wastefulness.
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My Job Will Not Be A Tool To Your Extortion
In extortion you must make sure it is something truly valued.
To bend someone your way.
It's wrong no matter what you say.
It is a dirty game you play.
I will find another job if need be.
My skills and dependency are a rare comity.
One who never calls off sick.
On time everyday.
I work on even the shortest notice.
I run your equipment in the proper way.
Even as it is under maintained by you.
Look your trucks falling apart I think it needs some glue.
You're going fire me, good luck god bless.
I'll see you in court.
For it is on personal level.
Wait a minute let me call the Labor board let me tell them why you're firing me.
So let me call your bluff.
I will go on the hunt for a while.
When I get off.
Yes I have the Internet.
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Mere Chaos
They say the way the world will end every now and then
Listening to me my friend
Just don't worry about it
Paranoia devoid s you.
Like a spell cast over us
Fear mongering is fear mongering
A conspiracy is neither a tried or proven theory
Our science is changing everyday
Out with old in with the new
But hey man that was of good use
Oh well it is junk now
Already forgotten just collecting dust
We can always go back they say
But do they?
Or is it more of the next best thing.
We call it innovation
I call it an unproven foundation
Improve upon what's already their
mere building blocks made of air
Just as the thought cross this page their is a new craze
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Wars Being Waged In My Head
The black death has got too me.
Shoot me full of pain killers because of such a simple gash.
Such aghast.
I think way to fast.
My decisions aren't so well thought out.
There more of a slip a tongue.
I accidentally say what should be played.
This is my life.
And its in such a disarray.
It's like a chess board with none of the pieces in there right places.
Shuffle them up.
Another hiccup, wars are being waged in my head.
Some days I want to listen to whats being said.
But alas I resist the temptation, at least till the dust settles.
The coffee in the kettle is always best served black.
Do I lack the proper tact.
Is it a wait and see game?
I wish I could forget all the names.
Whose really to blame?
I got it pushed upon me, don't you see.
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This is A Place Where In My Argument I Lose
A writers anger without the vulgarities of the modern time.
How it is so hard not to say curse words where they would fit so well.
To understand as only a poet would with a passion would.
Denied the American vocabulary I know so well I seek out means and words
To bring you down to my hell.
To express the hatred, and meanness that takes over with thunder
It has been taught to me by a society who finds it only offensive in public writings like poems.
In a books one is aloud, to say what ever they want.
I have read entire sex scene's in book and one word of such a nature is wrong in a poem.
Defined by those who believe all poems are met for kids.
Look at some the best lyrics describing anger, the rawness of them it the ability to use vulgarity and speak your mind as you so choose
But again in the poet world this is a place where in my argument I lose.
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The Creation Of An Absolute Nothingness
Maybe we can create the absolute zero.
In in everlasting destruction can it truly be considered of an absolute nothing?
An emptiness, A barren wasteland.
Maybe once the destruction is done.
Maybe only if it doesn't continue.
Ignoring the theories not yet truly proven.
A doubt is but a zero upon the mind.
A change upon the times.
What can we stop?
What can we prevent?
As single entity of being?
As a shadow of many important existences.
Why do we think we're so great?
Come on now watch as we beat nature at her own game.
But have we really?
Delaying tactics are just not the same.
Oh planner of the mighty plan.
Oh foreseers of the future please make your prediction fourth right.
Seeing this through to my end in this life I have been given.
Whether we live on long after I'm gone only time will tell.
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How I Ended This
I'm free of your disease.
I can say what i please.
Infetagio in the heart.
Agony.
Misery is my symphony.
The music sounds so sweet.
It lures you right in.
Time has come to an end.
No more fictitious lies.
No more carving into my eyes.
The blood rises.
Through the body.
The head is ready to implode.
Or collapse with in.
A life built on sin.
Evil is my name,
pain is my game.
Welcome, to my nightmare.
There will not be another warning.
Stay away. I'm melting the day.
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(Jealousy Poem) An Alternate Motive Doesn't Change a Thing
A voice unknown speaks.
She screams I'm the victim
Yet not a tear is shed.
In another hypochondriacs bed.
She's married.
What exactly does that mean anyways?
Years of wounds and scar.
Ragged and quite marred
Let me tell you she's not.
She does a strip tease on top of me over and over again.
This is my favorite sin.
With hate and malcontent, I'm used as a weapon.
But I don't care infact I'm taking pleasure out of it.
A good time is a good time.
No matter the alternate motive some one has in mind.
He tries to attack me anyway he knows how.
But I already know all his dark secrets.
I'm bring him to his knees with mere whispers.
He begs for mercy and I say just get away from me.
Cold am I to the day I die.
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Thank You Again
A good write is but a story told so well.
From the heart my poems develop and swell.
Try to as I might, to deny it is a fools errand.
And in the end it is so hard to deliver that message.
For I'm only here to make passage.
It is of the time and mind in which we must listen closely.
For images appear so ghostly.
Vivid is that right in front of you and you don't even know it.
Descriptions full of entrails.
Your talent befalls a calling.
Appealing it may not seem, but your only one who can redeem.
You say it is I, I say it is you.
If we do as we always do, will we get through?
This life is but a roller coaster ride.
It has ups and downs.
But in the end this has been my turn around.
I hope, wish, and pray, for forgiveness everyday.
I'm not sure I could explain it any other way.
And this my fan and friend is where it ends.
Thank you again.
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It Really Doesn't Matter
You say your ugly, i say it doesn't matter.
You say you have a dark past,
i say it doesn't matter.
You say theirs overwhelming responsibility,
i say it doesn't matter.
I don't believe in walking away when things get hard.
In fact they are my spark to continue my march.
Through thick and thin where to begin.
You say you don't have a way.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say that you cant give back what you would like.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say, you say oh it really doesn't matter,
I live one day at a time.
Choices will be made that will save the day
but hurt me financially.
It doesn't matter Choice will be made
that will set me back in my expectations.
It doesn't matter,
It really doesn't matter.
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