(Angry Poem) Angorance Took Me Down

May the gods give me the power,
on my dieing hour,
to relinquish the demons that devour.

Disgrace me not.
For the words I have sought have more meaning then they seem.
I'm bewildered by the action of others.
Children and there mother cling together by the fire.
I tip toe down such a thinly braided wire.
I dwell in a place of treachery.
Who will know how far down this hole truly goes.
Its a back door show.
Sneaking in to such wrong place.
Paying for something that should never be given.
Money buys the lies that put that eccentric tie on the well mannered suit.
Man this life is such a whoot.
Taken aback by the lack of tact.
You always emerge from the darkness when you helps not wanted or needed.
You act so conceded when your imaginary friends are around.
I slap a piece of meat on the table and say pound.

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Life With A Rolled Up Dollar Bill

Its just another moment. Its just another story. Its just another worry. The aggravation of knowing so much, and being so powerless. It creates a void that must be filled. So you lean back on bad habits. Take another pill. Crush cut and line em up. Rolling up another dollar. Bout the best damn use for it. If it wasn't illegal i would say burn it. I'm looking to be numb. I'm looking to be drunk. I'm looking to get f*cked up any way i can. I'm sometimes my worse enemy. They say practice what you preach. Such contradictions in words. its quite absurd. I scream stop me and no one comes. Careless whisper in the night. A constantly moving twilight. The lighting effects are dizzying. My head is spinning. I just want it all to stop. Off to never ever land they say. Some believe that it makes it okay. Well I'm here to say, the hell it does, the hell it was, the hell with the because. Reasons change with the season. And where i was for it, now I'm against it. Indecisiveness uncertainty brings nothing but misery. Skip all the pleasantries, and tell me what you are gonna do. You have no clue. But it doesnt involve me. Party with some fake coffettii to celebrate distant years to come. It was a good run, but im done, it lost its fun and flavor. And i feel if I'm staving off vultures. Each wants a little piece of me. But none will ever have it. As such i need the pills to remove all the pain. It hurts to say it but sometimes you should no better. Hate her, hate him, hate them all for what they stand for. A liar with such a pretty face. What a disgrace. Ohwell just f*ck it like any other day. I can only pray my persevernce wins in end till then the life i shall live will be good. Feel no pain. Give me the drugs, give me the pills. All for the thrills. All for something no longer real.

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My Addiction

Its an addiction, and their is no stopping it. Writing what could be considered books. Remember their looks, down to the very last detail. Fiction or fantasy, the stories envelope my very being. I become part of it. Drifting in and out. A catatonic state. A slap in a face. And i hear the words wake up. If only others could see what i see. The colors mean nothing, without them you will compensate. Draw a picture full of words. That brings to life all that which relates. Sometimes its angels, sometimes its demons. But their is always something that can be learn from it. It is my history of my memories written in fantasy. Coded to protect those i speak of. No matter what they did. I do not name names. Or create false claims. At times i might seem insane, and just maybe that's what i want you to believe. So i don't draw to much attention to my self. Be simple, yet so complex that people around you become vexed by your action. Feed them sh*t and keep them in the dark, as was once said to me. Don't bring strays home you can't feed. Don't start something you can't finish. Don't believe everything you hear. Theirs a lesson in every aspect of life. I'm still just a kid compared to someone twice my age. And i feel as hard as I've had it, that man still knows more and is wiser. So remember even if such a person treats you like sh*t. Still you must not lash out against them. But instead try to understand them. For we are all ignorant of something. To think we are better then others is flawed no matter who you are. To be shallow is a mistake in which i will not participate. Let them die not ever knowing who you really are. Or what your really about. Is a very lonely existence. To have expectation dashed in such a way is cruel and unjustified but it happens. Their a first for everything.

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Please Somebody Stop Me

No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.

No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.

The pain has pushed me farther and farther.
Closer to the edge.
A suicidal rage was just a stage.
With daggers in my eyes I just want everyone to die.

A written confession upon this stone.
I walked away from you.
I had no choice.

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(Life Poem/Short Story) A Really Bad Day

I go to work only not to work.
Chippers broke.
And it has my boss stoked.
A really bad day.

I help fix the equipment.
Knowing I will not get paid.
So I get on with it without delay
A really bad day.

I come home to show my boss my new program installed.
And when I show him how to use it.
Coffee gets spilled all over, my keyboard, mouse and his bibs.
A really bad day.

I dry my things off.
Plug them back in and turn my computer back on.
The mouse no longer works.
A really bad day.

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Sleeping Soul.

Breaking out of normality.
Bringing forth a new reality.
The rules are being written as we speak.
A table sits before you but does that mean you have the time or money to eat.
Trick or treat, time to face those demons.
All in the mind.
In land with such fertile soil how can that ever be.
It just doesn't make sense to me.
Still they're those who still walk in the cold and lonely streets.
So many promises have been made.
So many promises have been broken.
WAKE UP, WAKE UP!
A soul so dormant.
I poke it with a stick and it still doesn't move.
What will it take for true change?
I remember that day when an angel whispered to me.
It soothed all the anger right out of me.
But it never silenced this heart.
Blood forever pumping as it continues to beat.
To hell with death or defeat.

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(Inspiration Poem) Broken Chariot

Cherish the sympathetic.
Revel in the misguided fools.
Lead and they shall follow.
Walk on water.
Split the red sea.
Just to show the world how things can be.
Do you need me when I'm so hard to find.
Another hypnosis to put me asleep by the words you keep beneath it all.
The chariot has broken.
The horses will not move.
There not listening to you.
For the devil has took the reins.
Carrying the insane.
Were all in trance.
So stoned with the drugs.
So stunned were losing our balance.
An unexpected love from the great distances of skies above.
Helping without the slightest clue who you really are.
How does this change things?
Will it bring an end to some suffering?

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Gold Turned Into Dirt

Swallow a hot meal for one last time.
For you don't know when you'll have your next.
Generations so accustom to having things handed to them.
Not understanding the realties of limitations.
What was their has now become barren.
Is a luxury worth a wasteland?
As wall street shows gold made into dirt never works.
A bet against those who become the losers.
A profit is to be made upon the starvation of entire families.
Will that be where this greed eventually leads?
Who will be sympathetic to those who take with out ever giving back?
Lie, cheat, steal, to your way to the top.
Then when rungs on the latter start to break you want blame everyone but yourself.
An exposure of the top shelf.
Picture so deafening but yet nothing is done to change it.
A threat to the human way of life.
But it's okay because it has yet to effect me.
Like a car or truck under maintained wait in till something breaks and it will have to paid.
A debt unclaimed is definitely a dangerous game.
Like musical chairs who knows where this will end up.

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(Hate Poem) Cannibalistic Carnivore

It's all building up.
Bringing another lost soul in.
I wish to avenge.
But all I could do is defend.
Look the other way and pretend it ain't happening.
Being destroy with in.
Just bury my true feelings.
I can't oh I can't be that man I was before.
Everything has been so blurred.
The feeling of double vision.
Mirror images.
Just cut me open make the incision.
Take it all out.
I don't need any of it.
I'm already dead.
With satan I shall break bread.
Tell him the words I've been fed.
Tell him what I'm gonna do
and that'll I'll see him soon.
In the depths of hell my heart dwells.

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Feeling Like A Crippled With No Wings

Crippled and no wings, acid in the eye oh how it stings. How much did you bring. I'll tell you right now it will never be enough. To break through shell in which is someone's hell. The skin is tough, rough almost irritable. I want to stand but can't, I want to see but I m so blind, I want to hear but you screams are so silent, crippled and no wings. The demons encircle me, they point and laugh, pick and prod, hey say the fisherman's son look what we caught I think its a cod, look at it flop, so helpless breathless. To hell with ya and you deformed view of what I am. Don't you know it ain't nice to melt the ice before their ready for their drink, do you even use that head and think. Comformity, fitting in amongst those not welcome. A criminal by tributes and scars. Just cause you say you are. Never can you remove the gun from under you pillow. Always looking towards the shadows. I'm just another crippled with no wings. Still don't treat me any differently, common courtesy, common respect, I m not a reject, I know exactly what is being said, I have had enough of it. Ill show you rabid dog, watch out for that bite. It can be nasty. Crippled and no wings, oh the anger it brings. To hell with what you think. Your just mad cause I wasn't the loser you were use too. You like to be told what to do. Well here's one f*ck you. What do you think I was doing their. Making cookies for the boy scouts. Ugly are my eyes. When I how I wasted my time on someone who didn't really want me. You faker, you disease, you brought me knees, then stepped on me. Now I m crippled with no wings, but no longer that foolish to fall for such tricks again. So come on lets see what you got, bet you have no luck. Cause you just ain't that hot. It was about more than that. You broke a contract. I hope you go to hell an rot. For creating the crippled with no wings.

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